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steddieas-shegoes · 25 days

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never gonna give you up

for @steddiemicrofic "fake" prompt that needed to include the words: and, around, desert, down, give, gonna, let, never, run, up, you

1987 words | rated e | no cw | tags: modern au, flirting, bisexual steve harrington, handjobs, some platonic stobin, ridiculous and unserious

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"This might be the first time someone's deserted me in the middle of a date," Steve said into the phone.

"You aren't counting that one time Sarah left during the movie?" Robin asked.

"She had a family emergency!" Steve exclaimed.

"Right, and I'm definitely going on a date with a dude later."

"You're saying she didn't have a family emergency?"

Steve remembered that date, remembered how she'd even had tears in her eyes when she said her mom called and she had to run home.

"You're gonna unpack that all night, aren't you?" Robin sighed on the other end. "Steve, just go home. Take a week off from trying to get into some poor woman's pants. Leave some of them for me to get into. I beg you."

"What makes you think they'd come running to you?" Steve looked over at a guy standing at the counter of the diner, clearly trying to pick up his order. From the back, he seemed tall, but that could be the black skinny jeans and boots combo.

"Let me talk to them for one minute and I'll have them convinced."

The guy turned as the woman behind the counter walked to the kitchen, his eyes settling on Steve talking on his cell phone at the table in the corner. It's not like there were many people here on a Monday night, nothing else to look at but Steve awkwardly sitting by himself with two glasses on the table.

The guy started to walk over, and Steve recognized him immediately.

"Gotta go, Robs."

"What? How are you done wallowing already?"

He hung up before she could continue, putting his phone face down on the table.

"Well, well, well. Never thought I'd see the day where Steve Harrington shows back up in Hawkins."

Eddie Munson didn't know shit about Steve, never really had. He thought he did, just like everyone else in high school, but the gossip that followed him around never had much truth to it. He really only had two girlfriends for most of high school, and only one of them was serious enough for him to sleep with.

The sleeping around came after his move to Chicago, when he was constantly surrounded by women who would give him all the attention he wanted.

"Never really thought I'd be back," he said with a genuine smile. Kill them with kindness or whatever his grandmother used to say.

It seemed to throw Eddie off at least, his mouth opening and closing around whatever rebuttal he planned.

"So why are you here? Visiting the parents?" Eddie crossed his arms, leaned his hip against the edge of the table.

"Nah, came to visit Dustin Henderson. Staying for a few more days and thought it would be nice to take someone out. I guess she didn't agree," Steve shrugged.

Eddie glanced down at the empty spot across from him, the glass on the table with half of the drink missing. He looked back at Steve's face.

He sat down across from him and smirked.

"So. Come here often, sunshine?"

Steve snorted, shaking his head as he looked up at Eddie.

"Not as often as I would if I was coming to see you," Steve replied, taking a sip of his drink.

Eddie clearly wasn't expecting him to flirt back. He recovered quickly, though.

"I suppose we could fix that, then, huh?"

Steve looked him up and down, taking in the messy bun his curly hair was pulled into, the pen mark on his cheek, tattoos up and down his arm.

"I suppose we could."

Waking up in Eddie Munson's bed was definitely not what he expected when he arrived in Hawkins two days ago, but stranger things had happened.

He opened his eyes to sunlight streaming in through the curtains and Eddie's warm body pressed against his back.

Neither of them had gotten dressed after their shower last night, too tired to do anything more than rinse off the sweat and cum from hours of making each other come undone.

Steve let himself have this. Eddie would kick him out when he woke up, kindly of course, but he'd make it clear to Steve that this was a one night thing. No matter how good it was, Steve wasn't an idiot. He knew Eddie would never actually be interested in a guy like him.

"Mmm. Stop thinkin' s' loud," Eddie's lips brushed against the back of Steve's neck in a half-kiss, sending a shiver down his spine. "'s too early."

Steve smiled to himself, let Eddie's arms tighten around him and hold him close for a bit longer.

"I should probably head back to the Henderson's. Claudia will be worried if I'm not there for lunch," Steve said quietly.

"Just text Dustin, tell him your date went well."

Steve shouldn't get his hopes up. It's not like he was gonna do long distance, and even if he would be willing, there was no way Eddie would.

"I can't lie to him," Steve felt his heart flip flop in his chest at the admission.

Eddie's head lifted and his breath hit the side of Steve's face instead of his shoulder. "Did it not go well? I thought it- well, I thought it went great, actually."

Steve turned in Eddie's arms, facing him, placing his hands on his chest. "It did go well! It did."

"Okay, then…"

"It's just this wasn't exactly a date, was it? You just felt bad for me, probably wanted to see if the rumors were true."

"What rumors?"

"You know. The ones about me sleeping around, being good with my mouth." Steve's eyes searched Eddie's, looking for any hint of recognition. When none came, he continued. "How I let anyone fuck me on the first date?"

Eddie's brows furrowed. "Is that what people say about you?"

"You don't have to act dumb, Eddie. Some of it's true."

Eddie's hands were rubbing up and down his back, making goosebumps appear on his skin. "You are good with your mouth. That one’s true. The rest though? I never believed any of that shit.”

“Really? Why not?”

Eddie’s hand traced along Steve’s only tattoo, a robin placed just under his collarbone. “Because I never gave much thought to rumors. Lord knows most of the ones about me weren’t true.”

Steve thought about all the rumors he’d heard about Eddie in high school.

Back then, he may have believed some of them, but he had firsthand experience with things getting out of hand.

“You can think what you want, but I brought you back here because I genuinely enjoyed talking to you at the diner. I wouldn’t have slept with you if I wanted to get rid of you. Trust me. I’m not really a one and done guy,” Eddie’s hand cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing along his cheekbone. “If you’re in a rush to go, I can’t stop you. But I think staying in bed with you all morning sounds pretty fuckin’ good.”

Steve’s breath hitched, his heart kicked up in his chest. “You know, I’ve actually never bottomed before last night.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Never?”

Steve shook his head. “Never found anyone I could trust to be gentle.”

“Was I gentle enough? Shit, you should’ve told me. I used spit as lube, Steve! That couldn’t have been comfortable.” Eddie pulled away a few inches, mumbling to himself in a panic.

“Eddie.” Steve tried to get his attention back on him. “Eds.”

Steve shifted forward, his front pressing against Eddie’s, his half-hard cock finding friction against Eddie’s thigh.

They both groaned as Steve rocked against him again.

“Everything was perfect, Eds. Only thing that would make it better is if I get to watch you come again right now," Steve said against his lips, pushing his hips forward so their cocks brushed against each other.

"Fuck, keep doing that and you'll get your wish, sweetheart."

He was sensitive, worked up from the hot breath against his mouth, the tongue brushing against his bottom lip. Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd been this wrapped up in someone, this attentive to the sounds they made, this focused on making sure they both felt good.

The friction was enough on its own to get Steve to the edge, and if Eddie's moans were anything to go off of, he was right there with him.

Steve never felt safe enough to be loud, not until he had Eddie begging him to make noise.

"C'mon, Stevie. Wanna hear how good you feel. Sounds so good when you can't hold it back," Eddie's hand gripped his hip, tugging him closer. They were both leaking precum, dripping down each other's lengths and losing track of where one of them ended and the other began.

Steve couldn't hold it back, didn't want to anyway. Letting Eddie hear how good he felt was a need.

"You gonna come with me, sweetheart?" Eddie gasped out as he wrapped his hand around both of them, slowing his hips to focus on moving his hand, finding the perfect angle and pace to get them both over the edge.

Steve bit his lip and nodded, barely holding back a whimper as Eddie's grip tightened around them.

"Come for me, Stevie."

Eddie's voice had a direct link to Steve's cock, maybe through the hand wrapped around him. Steve came with a shout, curling forward so his forehead fell against Eddie's shoulder.

He was overstimulated, fighting the urge to buck into his hand and pull away at the same time.

Steve pulled his head back to watch as Eddie groaned, cum hitting both of their stomachs as he worked himself through his orgasm.

They both lay there in silence, Eddie's grip loose around them as they both softened. They'd need to clean up before the cum dried in Steve's chest hairs and made them sticky, but moving seemed like an impossible task.

"You live in Chicago now?" Eddie asked suddenly, making Steve jump. He rubbed his cleaner hand on his back in silent apology.

"Yeah," Steve breathed out. "With Robin Buckley. From band?"

"I know Robin. She used to come to my shows before she moved."

"Small world."

Eddie snorted. "Just Hawkins." Eddie sat up, pulling Steve with him. "You know, the guys in my band have been considering moving to Chicago. Think it's a good place for a metal band?"

Steve searched his face for any clues as to what he was really asking. Certainly he didn't expect Steve to know if a metal band would feel at home somewhere.

"I…guess?" Steve answered.

"I'll just text Robin," Eddie wiped his hand on the sheets and reached over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

"Wait. You keep in touch with Robin?" Steve felt like he was being pranked.

"Not as much as I should, but yeah. We caught up last time she visited her parents." Eddie typed on his phone for a moment, then looked up at Steve with a smirk. "Problem with that?"

"No, I'm just kinda shocked she's never really mentioned it." Steve stood up with shaking legs. "I should probably grab a shower and go."

"You normally a runner?" Eddie asked, amused.

"No? Why do you ask?"

"It's just the second time you've been rushing to leave. Thought I told you I wanted you here."

Steve knew what he wanted, and he knew it was too much, too fast, too ridiculous for Eddie to even consider it.

But maybe, if he played his cards right, maybe he could have Eddie for more than today.

"Shower with me?" Steve settled on, pouting his bottom lip out.

"And then?" Eddie pushed.

Steve didn't know what to do, but he knew what he wanted.

"And then we'll go back to the diner and actually eat something together." Eddie nodded, encouraging him to continue. "And then you give me your number."

"For?"

"Planning our next date."

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allfryam · 4 months

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weight gain drive story

Shane had always coasted through life on his good looks. He was a popular football player in high school, and he somehow avoided the freshman 15 in college. His life was perfect until his girlfriend of 3 years, Ashley, broke up with him out of nowhere. It broke Shane. He didn’t come out of his room for a week, and he spent most of his days crying in bed.

but Shane quickly recovered and hopped back into his normal life. He wasn’t one to just leave a relationship though. He had to make Ashley jealous. He started going to the gym every single day. He always thought he was a little skinny and wished he was bigger. He was talking about it on the phone with one of his buddies when a strange man overheard him. “You tryna get big?” The strange man said. “Uhhh… yeah?” Shane replied. “Take this. You’ll be bigger in no time.” He tossed a small bottle to Shane and walked away. Shane examined the bottle. “GET BIGGER EVERY DAY!” Shane was skeptical, but he reluctantly drank the liquid and tossed the bottle.

Shane took note of his starting weight. 155 pounds. He looked at himself in the mirror. “Hopefully this junk works.” He said to himself. the next morning, Shane rushed to the bathroom to weigh himself. 156 pounds. That shit only made him gain a pound. What a waste. He went about his week like normal until 4 days later. He checked his weight to see 160 pounds. Huh. A pound a day? That was a lot faster that he normally gained weight. He looked at himself in the mirror to see his midsection growing ever so slightly. There was just a thin layer of softness that was beginning to cover his abs. Shane didn’t notice however. He saw his arms getting slightly wider and he was ecstatic. He was finally starting to gain some real muscle.

a week had passed, and Shane was still gaining exactly one pound a day. He was up 13 pounds from his starting weight, and his friends started to notice. “Yo. Lay off the ice cream, tubby” his friend mark commented. Shane looked down to see that his gym shirt didn’t quite cover his belly all the way. There was a small but noticeable layer of pudge peeking out of his shirt. His face got red and he tugged his shirt down. “Maybe I should stick to the weight im at now.” He thought to himself. But the weight kept coming. Exactly one pound a day. 169. 170. 171. 172. It kept climbing. Shane was starting to get worried. How long would this spell last? Would he continue to gain weight forever? Shane was frightened, but looking in the mirror, he had never looked stronger.

after the first month, Shane was up 30 pounds. He hit 185 in no time. Sweatpants were all that fit over his round butt, and he wore hoodies to try and conceal his growing belly. That didn’t really help though. Mark was constantly making fun of his friend’s weight gain and poking Shane’s belly. Shane would even try to stop eating for a day, but the weight still climbed. Shane was ready to give up. What’s the point of eating healthy if you’re going to gain weight anyway? Shane decided to treat himself by eating whatever he wanted from now on.

after two months, Shane was ahead of schedule. He was supposed to be up 60 pounds, but when he stepped on the scale, he was up 70! He was still gaining a pound a day, but all of the pizza and ice cream he was eating was also making him even fatter. Shane almost didn’t recognize himself anymore. He had a double chin, his pecs began to melt and get saggy, his toned arms grew larger and softer. But his stomach was the worst of all. It was like having a beach ball under your shirt at all times. Not even his baggiest hoodies could contain the mass of his gut.

after 100 days, Shane was up 139 pounds. He almost hit 300! He was at 294. The spell seemed like it finally wore off, but what had Shane done to himself. His belly was huge! It hung over his tight pants and bursted through the buttons on his shirts. Shane’s entire body jiggled with each step, and he was constantly out of breath. But his arms were huge. He looked like he could lift a truck with his pinky. Shane decided the belly was a sacrifice he was willing to make to keep these bear arms.

thank you to everyone who participated in the weight gain drive! I had a lot of fun making it and I hope you have fun reading it. I may do more like this in the future so stay tuned. I hope everyone has a merry Christmas!

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yournameloveskpop · 4 months

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Not So Mr Playboy

﹔Paring: Sunghoon x Reader

﹔Word Count: 6,707

﹔Summer: Sunghoon the playboy of the school finds his next target, Y/N but she doesn’t fall for him that easily and knows his games. Even when it’s known she has a boyfriend he still doesn’t quit.

﹔Style: Fluff, Romance, Friendship, SFW, Angst, School AU

In the bustling corridors of high school, Sunghoon, with his charming smile and playful demeanor, was a known heartthrob. He and his friends, NiKi, Jungwon, Heeseung, Jake, Sunoo, and Jay, were the talk of the school. Sunoo, slightly different, was in a steady relationship, but the rest were quite the charmers.

One day, Sunghoon's eyes landed on Y/N, a girl who stood out from the rest. Unlike the others, she didn't seem swayed by his flirtatious ways.

"Hey, Y/N," Sunghoon greeted with a grin, leaning casually against the locker next to hers. "I've noticed you around. How come we've never talked?"

Y/N glanced at him, unimpressed. "Maybe because I'm not interested in small talk with the school's playboy?"

Sunghoon chuckled, undeterred. "Ouch, that's harsh. But you know, not everything you hear is true."

"Really? So you're saying the rumors about you and… well, basically every girl in school, are just rumors?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, closing her locker with a click.

Sunghoon leaned in closer. "What if I said I'm willing to change for someone special? What if that someone is you?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Good line, Sunghoon. But I have a boyfriend."

His smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "A boyfriend? Who's the unlucky guy?"

Just then, Joon-Woo, a senior, approached. "Hey, Y/N, ready to go?"

Y/N smiled, linking her arm with his. "Yep, let's go."

Sunghoon watched them walk away. Most times, he'd have shrugged it off and moved on, but something about Y/N intrigued him. He wasn't ready to give up his playful pursuit just yet.

"Challenge accepted," he muttered to himself, a determined spark in his eyes.

As the days unfolded, Sunghoon continued his playful antics around Y/N, who maintained her stance of indifference. Despite his efforts, she never seemed to give him the satisfaction he sought.

In their usual hangout spot, the boys chuckled at Sunghoon's relentless pursuit. "Man, Sunghoon, you're really going all out for Y/N, aren't you? What's so special about her?" NiKi teased, elbowing him playfully.

Sunghoon just smirked, leaning back. "What can I say? I like a challenge."

Jake joined in, "Are you sure it's just a challenge? You're acting like you've got a real crush on her."

Sunghoon waved them off. "Please, it's just for fun. But hey, maybe I should ask Sunoo how to handle a real relationship," he joked, winking at Sunoo.

Sunoo, slightly embarrassed, advised, "Just be yourself, man. That's what works."

Meanwhile, Y/N dreaded the upcoming week. She and Sunghoon had been paired for a science project. As the final bell rang, she quickly gathered her things, hoping to avoid any further encounters with Sunghoon for the day.

Rushing out, she almost collided with Joon-Woo. "Hey, careful there!" Joon-Woo said, steadying her.

"I'm just trying to escape the clutches of a certain someone," Y/N muttered, glancing back to see if Sunghoon was following.

Joon-Woo, with a casual ease that seemed to unnerve Sunghoon, glanced over at him and chuckled softly. His calm demeanor, quite unexpected in this situation, took Sunghoon by surprise.

"Still not giving up on Y/N, huh?" Joon-Woo joked, an amused smile playing on his lips. He slipped his arm protectively around Y/N's shoulder, giving a playful wave to Sunghoon.

Y/N, sandwiched between the attention of the two boys, felt her cheeks warm up. Joon-Woo's open acknowledgment of the situation was embarrassing yet oddly reassuring.

"Yeah, Sunghoon, she's pretty and cute, right? I can see why you're trying so hard," Joon-Woo teased, his tone light and friendly, yet there was a subtle edge of challenge in his words.

Sunghoon, momentarily taken aback, quickly regained his composure. He flashed a grin, a bit more strained than usual. "Well, who wouldn't notice? But hey, I'm not here just for that today. We're partners for the upcoming science project. Just wanted to discuss what we're going to do for it," he said, trying to steer the conversation towards a safer topic.

Y/N, still a bit flustered, tried to maintain her composure. "Yes, the project. We should probably start planning that."

Joon-Woo raised an eyebrow, still not letting go of his teasing demeanor. "So, you two will be spending more time together, huh? Interesting."

Sunghoon laughed, a bit too loudly. "Just for the project, man. Purely academic, I assure you."

Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at the exchange. "Let's keep it that way, please. Academics only."

Joon-Woo finally released Y/N, giving her a reassuring smile. "I trust you. Just don't let this guy bother you too much," he said, nodding towards Sunghoon.

As Joon-Woo walked away, Sunghoon turned to Y/N with a smirk. "So, when do we start our 'purely academic' collaboration?"

Y/N sighed, realizing this project might be more challenging than she thought, but not for the reasons she had initially anticipated. "Let's meet tomorrow after school in the library. And Sunghoon, let's keep it professional."

Sunghoon winked playfully. "Of course, Y/N. Professionalism is my middle name."

Despite his words, Y/N had a feeling this project was going to be anything but ordinary. Sunghoon watched Joon-Woo mingle with his basketball teammates and a group of cheerleaders on the sports field. There was something about Joon-Woo's easy, casual demeanor that unsettled him. It wasn't jealousy, exactly, but an odd feeling of distrust that he couldn't quite place.

His intense gaze didn't go unnoticed by his group of friends, who followed his line of sight to Y/N's boyfriend. "What's got you so fixated, Sunghoon?" Jungwon asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Sunghoon shrugged, not really sure himself. "Just observing," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes still on Joon-Woo.

"It's not like you to watch someone else, especially Joon-Woo," Jake pointed out, trying to gauge what was going on in Sunghoon's mind.

Heeseung leaned in, "Are you worried about Y/N or something?"

Before Sunghoon could respond, Joon-Woo caught his eye. He turned, smiling and waving at them, before seamlessly joining the game. Sunghoon's phone buzzed, reminding him of his meeting with Y/N for their science project.

"Looks like it's time for you to play the perfect project partner now," NiKi teased as Sunghoon began to leave.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Jay added, grinning.

Walking into the library, Sunghoon found Y/N deeply engrossed in a book, her focus undisturbed by the world around her. He couldn't help but admit, if only to himself, Joon-Woo was right – she was indeed pretty and cute, especially like this, so absorbed in her own world.

"Hey, Y/N," Sunghoon greeted, his voice playful, trying to break her concentration.

She looked up, slightly startled. "Oh, Sunghoon. You're here. Let's get started then," she said, marking her place in the book and setting it aside.

As they settled into their work, Sunghoon couldn't resist his usual flirty banter. "So, we're going to be spending a lot of time together. You sure you can handle that?"

Y/N shot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. "As long as it's just about the project, I'll survive."

Sunghoon leaned back in his chair, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "I promise, I'll be the epitome of professionalism. But I can't promise not to enjoy your company."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile playing on her lips. "Let's just focus on the project, okay?"

The library session with Y/N had taken an unexpected turn for Sunghoon. Engaging in the project, he discovered a side of Y/N that intrigued him beyond her looks. Her sharp intellect and the passion she poured into their discussions captivated him, and for once, his usual flirtatious facade took a backseat.

Y/N, too, seemed pleasantly surprised by Sunghoon's sudden shift in focus. She found herself drawn into the conversation, their heads bending close together over textbooks and notes, brainstorming ideas. The occasional playful comment from Sunghoon didn't irritate her as before; instead, she found herself laughing, genuinely enjoying the banter.

As the evening wore on, the sky outside darkened into a deep twilight. Sunghoon glanced at his watch and then at Y/N. "It's getting late. Let me walk you home," he offered, surprising even himself with the sincerity in his voice.

The walk to her home was a blend of light-hearted banter and comfortable silences. Y/N realized she was actually enjoying Sunghoon's company - a thought that would have seemed impossible weeks ago. His usual playboy demeanor was absent, replaced by a more genuine, engaging personality.

Reaching her home, they paused at the door. "Thanks for the walk, Sunghoon. Do you want to come over sometime this week to work more on the project?" Y/N asked, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

Sunghoon's eyes lit up with his usual playful glint. "Sure, I'd love to. It's a date then," he said, winking.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips despite her effort to seem annoyed. "It's not a date, just a project meeting. Don't get any ideas."

"Of course, of course, just a project meeting," Sunghoon echoed, his tone light, yet there was a warmth in his smile that hadn't been there before.

As Y/N closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation for their next meeting. Maybe there was more to Sunghoon than she had initially thought.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon walked away, his mind replaying their time together. He was beginning to see Y/N in a different light, and it both excited and confused him. What started as a game was slowly turning into something he couldn't quite label. And for the first time in a long while, Sunghoon found himself looking forward to getting to know someone beyond the surface.

Friday arrived with Sunghoon slipping back into his familiar role of the charming playboy. He was at his locker, flirting with a girl standing nearby. His smiles and playful comments flowed effortlessly, yet there was a noticeable lack of his usual fervor. He didn't ask her out, a deviation from his typical routine.

Glancing over, Sunghoon's eyes landed on Sunoo and his girlfriend. They were a picture of commitment – she was wearing Sunoo's bomber jacket, a symbol of their months-long relationship. It made him ponder, just for a moment, about the nature of such a connection.

His gaze then shifted to Joon-Woo and Y/N. Joon-Woo had his arm around Y/N, and she was wearing his jacket, mirroring Sunoo's scene. Something about that image, particularly Joon-Woo's proximity to Y/N, irked him more than he cared to admit.

The bell rang, signaling the start of another science class. As he made his way to the classroom, Sunghoon's mind was a mix of emotions. He couldn't shake off the unease Joon-Woo's presence caused him, nor could he ignore the curiosity Y/N sparked in him.

In class, Y/N seemed to have erected a wall around herself, reverting to ignoring him. This shift in her demeanor didn't sit well with Sunghoon. He leaned over, trying to break the ice with his usual playful charm.

"So, Y/N, ignoring me today? Did I do something to offend the queen?" he teased, trying to catch her eye.

Y/N glanced at him, her expression neutral. "Can we just focus on the project, Sunghoon? That's why we're here, right?"

Undeterred, Sunghoon leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Of course, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun while we're at it."

Y/N couldn't help but smirk, despite herself. "I'm here to work, not to have fun. Let's keep it that way."

Their interaction was interrupted by the teacher's arrival, and they turned their attention to the lesson at hand. Throughout the class, Sunghoon found himself stealing glances at Y/N. There was something about her resilience and focus that he found increasingly attractive.

As the class ended, Sunghoon lingered, waiting for Y/N. "So, about our next project meeting. You're still okay with me coming over?"

Y/N nodded, packing her books. "Yeah, just remember, it's for the project."

"Wouldn't dream of anything else," Sunghoon replied, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile. As they parted ways, Sunghoon felt a strange sense of anticipation for their next meeting. Saturday arrived, and with it came the day Sunghoon had been somewhat eagerly awaiting. He chose an outfit that was both comfortable and stylish, a reflection of his casual yet put-together persona. Standing at Y/N's door, he knocked confidently, waiting for her to answer.

The door swung open, revealing not Y/N, but a guy who appeared a few years older than Sunghoon. The man's eyes narrowed slightly, sizing Sunghoon up with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You must be Y/N's science partner," the guy stated, his voice carrying a hint of protectiveness.

Before Sunghoon could respond, Y/N appeared, gently pushing the guy aside. "Be nice, Hwan," she warned him, then turned to Sunghoon with a more welcoming smile. "Hey, Sunghoon. Come on in."

Stepping inside, Sunghoon looked around, taking in the surroundings of Y/N's home. "Nice place you've got here," he commented, trying to ease the slightly tense atmosphere.

"Thanks," Y/N replied, then gestured to her brother. "This is Hwan, my older brother."

Hwan's gaze lingered on Sunghoon, clearly not convinced. "So, where are you two planning to study?"

Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother's overprotectiveness. "We're going to use the living room, Hwan. If that makes you shut up and stop hovering," she said, half-teasing, half-exasperated.

Hwan maintained his straight face but nodded. "Alright. I'll be in the kitchen then. Getting some snacks and drinks ready for you guys," he said, finally backing off but still keeping a watchful eye on Sunghoon.

As Hwan disappeared into the kitchen, Y/N led Sunghoon to the living room. "Sorry about him. He's just being an overprotective big brother," she explained, setting up their workspace on the living room table.

Sunghoon grinned, unbothered. "No problem. I get the whole protective sibling thing. So, ready to dive into this project?"

Y/N nodded, opening her notebook. "Absolutely. Let's get this done."

As they settled into their work, Sunghoon couldn't resist throwing in his usual playful comments. "You know, working with you is always more interesting than I expect."

Y/N looked up, a small smile on her face. "Is that your way of saying you actually like studying?"

"Maybe," Sunghoon teased, "Or maybe it's just your company."

Rolling her eyes but smiling, Y/N focused back on the project. The afternoon with Y/N and her brother Hwan unfolded into an unexpectedly enjoyable time. Y/N's choice of pop rock/pop punk music set a lively mood, and Sunghoon found himself genuinely liking her taste. To his surprise, Hwan eventually warmed up to him, joining in their banter and even cracking a smile.

During a break, the trio found themselves immersed in jokes and laughter. Sunghoon, mindful of Hwan's presence, kept his flirtatious comments to a minimum but didn't hold back on his playful nature. Y/N, showing a quick wit, cracked a joke that left both Sunghoon and herself in stitches.

The mood shifted slightly when Hwan turned to Y/N, inquiring about her relationship with Joon-Woo. She confirmed they were still together, but her tone changed, bracing for her brother's usual criticisms.

Hwan's expression grew serious. "I don't like or trust that Joon-Woo guy," he admitted, echoing a sentiment Y/N had heard before. "He's too nice for his own good. Guys like that are always hiding something."

Sunghoon listened, a thoughtful look crossing his face. Hwan's words resonated with him, reflecting his own feelings about Joon-Woo. He had always felt that something about Joon-Woo was off, his overly relaxed demeanor a cover for something else.

Y/N quickly shut down the conversation. "Let's not talk about him right now, okay? We're having a good time."

Hwan, however, pressed on. "Guys like Joon-Woo, they can be playboys, you know? Too smooth."

Sunghoon stayed silent, his thoughts a whirlwind. He recognized the irony in Hwan's words – playboys recognizing playboys. Yet, something in Joon-Woo's behavior did strike him as familiar, in a way that made him uncomfortable.

Turning the conversation, Hwan looked hopefully at Sunghoon. "You're not like that, are you, Sunghoon? I can't stand guys who play with people's emotions."

Caught off guard, Sunghoon hesitated, glancing between Y/N and her brother. He was known for his playful, flirtatious demeanor, but Hwan's question made him question how he presented himself. "I... I like to have fun, but I don't mean any harm," he replied cautiously, trying to reassure Hwan without lying about his nature.

Y/N watched the exchange, a thoughtful expression on her face. In the aftermath of Hwan’s words, Y/N’s gaze lingered thoughtfully on Sunghoon. She was seeing a side to him that wasn’t just the typical flirtatious playboy, but someone more genuine and real.

Hwan hummed, his eyes on Sunghoon. “Just be careful, okay? Flirting might be fun for you, but if a girl takes it seriously, it’s not just you who gets hurt.”

Sunghoon nodded, a hint of seriousness in his eyes. “I get it. It’s something I haven’t really thought about much.”

Hwan’s gaze softened as he turned to Y/N. “I’m just looking out for you, Y/N. I’ve seen too many guys who play around, and I don’t want you getting hurt or losing trust because of someone’s games.”

Y/N offered a small smile. “Thanks, Hwan. I know you’re just trying to protect me.”

Hwan then stood up, stretching. “Right, I’m going to fix us something to eat. You two done with the project for now?”

“Yeah, we’re taking a break,” Y/N replied as Hwan headed to the kitchen.

With Hwan gone, the room fell silent, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. Sunghoon looked at Y/N, a playful glint returning to his eyes.

“So, your brother’s quite the protective type, huh? Reminds me a bit of myself with my own sister.”

Y/N chuckled, the tension easing slightly. “Yeah, he can be a bit overbearing, but his heart’s in the right place.”

Sunghoon leaned back, his usual confidence seeping back. “Well, I can promise you one thing, Y/N. My intentions with you are… well, let’s just say, I enjoy our banter and time together. It’s refreshing.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. “Is Sunghoon admitting he’s not just all about the playboy charm?”

“Maybe,” he teased, “Or maybe I just find you an interesting exception to the rule.”

Sunghoon and Y/N, buoyed by their successful collaboration on the project, decided to savor their victory with a walk in the local park. The air was crisp, and their spirits were high.

"This is nice, isn't it? Celebrating our hard work like this," Sunghoon said, flashing his usual charming smile.

Y/N chuckled, her mood light. "Definitely. And to think, I was actually able to tolerate you for this long."

Their playful banter continued as they reached a set of swings. Y/N couldn't resist and sat down on one. Sunghoon, ever the opportunist for fun, started pushing her. "Bet you can't swing as high as me," he teased.

"Oh, it's on," Y/N laughed, accepting his challenge.

As they swung, Sunghoon's friends, including Sunoo and his girlfriend, happened by. Sunoo waved. "Hey, Sunghoon, Y/N! What are you two up to?"

"Just proving who's the swing champion here," Sunghoon called back with a grin.

Y/N greeted them, still swinging. "Hey, everyone. Just enjoying the aftermath of our project."

The group laughed and chatted, but the light-hearted atmosphere was shattered when Y/N's eyes caught sight of Joon-Woo not far away, with another girl. To her disbelief, he leaned in and kissed her.

Y/N's face fell, her voice a whisper of disbelief. "Is that... Joon-Woo?"

The group turned to look. Sunghoon's expression hardened. "Yeah, that's him. But who's he with?"

As the reality set in, Y/N's cheerful demeanor vanished. She stood up abruptly from the swing. "I... I can't be here right now."

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Sunoo asked, concern in his voice.

Y/N, fighting back tears, stammered, "I just need to go, okay?"

Sunghoon, alarmed, stepped forward. "Y/N, wait! Let me—"

But she was already walking away, her pace quickening. Sunghoon turned to his friends, a mix of worry and frustration in his eyes. "I can't believe this... Joon-Woo, of all people."

His friends shared looks of shock and concern. Sunghoon, feeling a protective urge, made a decision. "I've got to go after her. She shouldn't be alone right now."

As Sunghoon raced after Y/N, his mind was a whirlwind of concern and confusion. His friends, left behind, were equally stunned by the sudden shift in mood. Sunghoon, known for his light-hearted charm, was now driven by a sincere worry for Y/N.

Despite his efforts, Sunghoon couldn't find Y/N anywhere. She hadn't even run home. Arriving at her house, he was met by Hwan at the door. Sunghoon quickly explained what had happened at the park.

Hwan's expression turned grave. "I'll call some friends. We need to find her," he said, pulling out his phone to rally a search party.

Sunghoon couldn't help but think about Joon-Woo. "I always had a weird feeling about him. Too chill, too nice," he muttered, more to himself than to Hwan.

Hwan, busy on the phone, nodded at Sunghoon. "She might be at some of her usual spots. Let's split up and check."

Hwan's friends dropped what they were doing and joined the search. Sunghoon and Hwan checked several places but found no sign of Y/N.

As the night grew darker, Hwan suggested Sunghoon head home. "It's getting late. We'll keep looking. Let's exchange numbers so I can update you."

Sunghoon, though reluctant, agreed and headed home, his mind heavy with worry.

The next day, a text from Hwan popped up on Sunghoon's phone. "Y/N is safe. She's back home but doesn't want to see anyone right now. Give her some space."

Sunghoon read the message a few times, relief mixed with a sense of helplessness. He wanted to be there for Y/N but understood her need for space. With a heavy heart, he respected her wishes, hoping she would reach out when she was ready.

On Monday, the atmosphere at school had shifted palpably for Sunghoon. Y/N, who had always maintained a certain level of interaction with him, now seemed determined to keep her distance. Sunghoon was genuinely concerned about her well-being and wanted to check on her, but she was avoiding him.

During lunch, Sunghoon finally spotted Y/N sitting alone on the sports field, her posture one of dejection. Approaching her with caution, he hesitated as he saw the clear signs of her having cried.

"Hey, Y/N, I just wanted to see if you're okay..." Sunghoon began, his usual flirtatious tone replaced with genuine concern.

Y/N looked up, her eyes red and puffy. "What do you want, Sunghoon?" she snapped, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I'm not in the mood for any of your games."

Sunghoon paused, taken aback by her tone. "About what you saw at the park with Joon-Woo. I'm not here to play around. I'm just worried about you."

Y/N's emotions spilled over. "Worried? Like you worry about all the girls you flirt with and date for a couple of days, and then discard? I've seen what you do, Sunghoon. You're no better than Joon-Woo."

Her words were sharp, cutting through the air. "Boys like you, you think it's fun to play with girls' feelings. It's disgusting. Why do you do it? What do you gain from it, huh? Why are all of you like this?"

Her voice grew louder, attracting the attention of nearby students. Sunghoon's friends, witnessing the scene, were rooted to the spot in shock. This was a side of Y/N they had never seen, and her words echoed a truth that was hard to ignore.

Gathering her belongings, Y/N stood up abruptly, her movements brusque as she stormed off.

Sunghoon, momentarily stunned, hurried after her. "Y/N, wait! Please, let's talk about this."

He reached out to grab her hand, but she yanked it away, her voice firm. "Stop following me, Sunghoon. Just stop."

As Y/N disappeared from sight, Sunghoon returned to his friends, their expressions a mix of disbelief and realization. The irony of Y/N's words lingered heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the impact their actions could have. For the first time, Sunghoon was forced to confront the consequences of his playboy lifestyle, and it was a sobering moment for him and his friends. The week after the confrontation in the park passed in a hazy daze for Sunghoon. Y/N avoided him as much as possible, creating an uncomfortable void that only closed when they had to present their science project.

During the presentation, Y/N was the more vocal one, speaking eloquently and confidently about their work. Sunghoon, contributing his part, found himself captivated by her. He realized how much he missed her vibrant personality, her laughter, and the way his heart seemed to beat a little faster whenever she was around.

Their project was a success, earning them an A+ from the teacher. Both Sunghoon and Y/N shared a brief moment of pride and a fleeting smile, but Y/N quickly pulled back, returning to her seat, a clear sign that the gap between them was still wide.

At break, Sunghoon sat with his friends, his usual playful spirit dampened by his thoughts. NiKi, noticing his friend's unusual demeanor, was the first to comment. "You're miles away, man. What's going on?"

Sunghoon exhaled deeply. "I think... I think I've actually fallen for Y/N. And I mean really fallen for her, not just a fling."

Jake looked skeptical. "Are you sure it's not just because of the whole Joon-Woo thing? Seeing her hurt and all?"

Shaking his head, Sunghoon replied, "No, it's not that. It started way before. Maybe even from the first time I tried flirting with her. I always noticed her, you know?"

Sunoo, glancing at his girlfriend and then back at Sunghoon, offered his insight. "If you really feel that way, you should tell her. But be genuine. No games, no flirting. Just be honest."

Sunghoon sighed, a hint of sadness in his voice. "But she doesn't even want me near her now. After what she said... I don't know if she'd even listen."

His friends exchanged looks, each understanding the dilemma. Sunghoon, for once, was experiencing the other side of his playboy antics, and it was a bittersweet realization. In the school corridor, Sunghoon finally caught up with Y/N, his determination evident. He stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

"We need to talk, Y/N," he said, his voice earnest.

Y/N, her defenses up, tried to brush past him. "There's nothing to talk about, Sunghoon."

This time, Sunghoon reacted quicker, gently but firmly grasping her hand. "Please, just hear me out," he implored, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a seriousness rarely seen in him.

Y/N looked up at him, ready to fire back a retort, but the expression in his eyes made her pause. It wasn't the look of the flirtatious playboy she was used to; it was something deeper, more sincere.

"What is it, Sunghoon?" she asked, her tone softening slightly, though she was still wary.

Sunghoon took a deep breath. "I know I've been... well, a certain way since we've known each other. But these past few weeks, working with you, seeing everything that happened... it's made me think."

Y/N's expression remained guarded, but she didn't pull her hand away. "Think about what?"

"About how I've been acting, how I've treated people. And how wrong I was," he continued, his gaze not wavering. "I've been a jerk, Y/N. And I'm sorry, genuinely sorry, for everything."

Y/N was silent for a moment, processing his words. "Apologies don't change the past, Sunghoon."

"I know, and I'm not expecting them to. But I want you to know that I'm trying to change. For the better," Sunghoon said earnestly.

Y/N looked at him, searching his face for any sign of the usual playfulness or insincerity, but found none. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you deserve to know. And because... because I care about you, Y/N. More than I've cared about anyone in a long time," Sunghoon confessed, his voice low.

Sunghoon’s grip on her hand tightened slightly, emphasizing his words. “During our project, when we hung out, it felt real. I’ve never experienced anything like that. And I don’t want to lose it. I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/N looked at him, a whirlwind of emotions in her eyes. Sunghoon’s usual playful charm was absent, replaced by a depth she hadn’t seen in him before.

“Sunghoon, I… I don’t know what to say,” Y/N finally spoke, her voice wavering.

“You don’t have to say anything now. Just know that I mean every word. I’m going to try, Y/N. Really try,” he said, a hopeful note in his voice.

Y/N's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions - surprise, skepticism, maybe a hint of something else. "I need time, Sunghoon. Time to think about all this."

He nodded, understanding. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here, trying to be a better person. Not for you, but because of you."

Releasing her hand, Sunghoon stepped aside, allowing her to pass. As Y/N walked away, she cast a glance back at him, her expression unreadable. Sunghoon watched her go, a sense of hope mingled with uncertainty. He knew it would take more than words to mend the bridge he had burned, but he was willing to try. For the first time, it wasn't about the chase; it was about making amends and perhaps finding something real.

Sunghoon's transformation over the ensuing weeks was apparent not only to Y/N but to the entire school. The once notorious playboy was now engaging in earnest, small conversations with Y/N during class breaks and in the corridors. It wasn't just him who was changing; his friends seemed to be following his lead, adopting a more respectful demeanor.

Sunghoon was careful to pace himself, matching Y/N's comfort level, his focus solely on her, a stark contrast to his past behavior.

One lunch break, a tense scene unfolded when Joon-Woo cornered Y/N, intent on winning her back. His previous relationship, the one that had ended his and Y/N's, had fallen apart, and he seemed desperate to reconnect with Y/N.

Sunghoon, observing the situation with his friends from a distance, felt a protective urge. He approached the scene and, without any aggression, gently guided Y/N away from Joon-Woo. "She's not interested, Joon-Woo. Why can't you leave her be?" Sunghoon asked, his voice calm but firm.

Joon-Woo's usually relaxed demeanor hardened, and he let out a half-hearted laugh. "Oh really? And you think you're any better, after everything you've done? You're not better," he snapped, his words laced with bitterness.

Sunghoon, maintaining his composure, replied, "Maybe not. But I'm trying to be better. That's more than can be said for some."

Joon-Woo glared at Sunghoon, the tension between them palpable. "So, you think you can just change and everything's fine? That's not how it works, Sunghoon."

"I know it's not," Sunghoon responded. "But at least I'm making an effort. What about you, Joon-Woo?"

Joon-Woo fell silent, his expression faltering. Y/N, who had been quiet throughout the exchange, finally spoke up. "Joon-Woo, it's over. I've moved on. You should too."

The confrontation seemed to deflate Joon-Woo, who, after a moment, nodded slightly and walked away, his shoulders slumped.

As Joon-Woo left, Sunghoon turned to Y/N, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Y/N nodded, a small smile on her face. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, Sunghoon."

Sunghoon's friends, who had been watching from a distance, approached them. NiKi clapped Sunghoon on the back. "You handled that well, man."

"Yeah, old Sunghoon would've made a scene," Jake added, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Sunghoon shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. "Old Sunghoon isn't around anymore."

The group shared a moment of quiet understanding before heading back to enjoy the rest of their lunch break. Sunghoon, glancing at Y/N, felt a quiet satisfaction. Y/N was comfortably settled at home, her mind immersed in the vivid world of the book she was reading. Her brother, Hwan, was sitting nearby, his fingers quietly tapping on his phone screen. Unbeknownst to Y/N, he was texting Sunghoon. Over time, Hwan and Sunghoon had formed an unexpected bond, especially after the incident at the park.

Breaking the peaceful silence, Hwan looked over at Y/N. "So, how are things going with Sunghoon?" he asked casually.

Y/N's attention drifted from her book, a slight flutter in her stomach at the mention of Sunghoon's name. "We're okay, I guess," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but the butterflies in her stomach suggested otherwise.

Hwan observed her for a moment before speaking again. "Remember the day you ran off after seeing Joon-Woo with that girl?" he began, his tone more serious. "Sunghoon was really worried about you. He came straight here to tell me what happened. He even helped look for you."

Y/N's expression softened as she closed her book, her curiosity piqued. "He did?"

"Yeah," Hwan continued. "I was surprised, honestly. He seemed genuinely concerned. He stayed around, helping to search until it got late."

Y/N sat silently, processing this new information. Her perception of Sunghoon had been changing slowly, but hearing about his actions from her brother added a new layer to her thoughts.

"Hwan, do you think... do you think people can really change?" Y/N asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

Hwan leaned back, considering her question. "I think they can, if they really want to. It takes effort, though. And from what I've seen, Sunghoon is putting in that effort."

Y/N nodded, lost in thought. The image of Sunghoon, once a carefree playboy, now showing genuine concern and effort, was both confusing and heartwarming.

The conversation shifted to other topics, but Y/N's mind kept wandering back to Sunghoon. She couldn't deny the subtle changes she had observed in him, nor the way her heart reacted whenever she thought about him. The day had come for Sunghoon to reveal his true feelings to Y/N, and his nerves were palpable. He had hovered near her locker several times already, each time retreating before he could muster the courage to speak. Sunoo, aware of his friend’s dilemma, stayed by his side, offering support.

“Come on, man. You’ve got this. Just be honest with her,” Sunoo encouraged, giving Sunghoon a light nudge towards Y/N.

Caught off guard by the push, Sunghoon stumbled slightly, drawing Y/N’s attention. As she turned to face him, he stood there, a nervous blush coloring his cheeks. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to be honest and true.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you,” Sunghoon began, his voice steadier than he felt. “I’ve been… I’ve been putting on an act for a long time. But being around you, working with you, it’s made me see things differently. And I’ve realized that I like you. I’ve liked you for a while now, more than just as a friend.”

Y/N, taken aback by his confession, felt a surge of happiness mixed with surprise. A warm, tingling sensation bubbled up within her, reflecting the sincerity in Sunghoon’s words.

Across the corridor, their friends watched the scene with hopeful expressions, while other students, familiar with Sunghoon’s former playboy persona, looked on in shock.

Sunghoon took another step closer, his heart racing. “I understand if you need time to think about this. But I needed you to know how I feel. The real me, not the playboy act.”

Y/N’s eyes met his, a myriad of emotions playing across her face. Then, with a mix of boldness and tenderness, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his in a gentle, affirming kiss.

The kiss was a soft acknowledgment of the feelings that had been quietly growing between them. It was a moment of vulnerability and truth, a far cry from the superficial interactions that had once defined Sunghoon’s relationships.

As they parted, the corridor erupted in a mix of murmurs and surprised gasps from the onlookers. Sunghoon and Y/N looked at each other, a shared understanding passing between them. This was a new beginning, a chance to explore something genuine and real.

Their friends, watching from a distance, shared smiles and nods of approval. Sunghoon had taken a significant step, one that marked a new chapter in both his and Y/N’s lives. The news of Sunghoon and Y/N's newfound relationship quickly became the talk of the school. In the following weeks, they made it official, with Sunghoon openly dedicating himself to Y/N. Despite this, his inherent charm and flirtatiousness never faded, now directed solely at Y/N, much to her amusement.

Y/N found herself growing closer to Sunghoon's friends, including Sunoo's girlfriend, who was as sweet as they come. Sunghoon, in his new role as a devoted boyfriend, often displayed his affection in humorous and exaggerated ways, earning him the title of being 'whipped' by his friends.

One day, while hanging out with Sunghoon and his friends, Y/N teased him. "So, Mr. Heartthrob, how does it feel to be off the market?"

Sunghoon wrapped an arm around her, grinning. "Best decision of my life. But, you know, it's tough being this irresistible."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Oh, please. Keep dreaming, Sunghoon."

Their playful banter was a common sight now, bringing laughter and lightness to their group.

Hwan, who had become an integral part of this journey, revealed to Y/N with a cheeky grin, "You know, I've been helping Sunghoon out since the park incident. I saw a good guy in him from the start."

Y/N looked at her brother, mockingly shocked. "You, helping Sunghoon? I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

Hwan shrugged, smirking. "I had to make sure he was serious about you. And, well, he passed the test."

One sunny afternoon, as Sunghoon and Y/N walked through the park, he suddenly stopped, pulling her into a spontaneous dance. As they swayed to a rhythm only they could hear, Sunghoon leaned in close.

"Y/N, being with you, it's like living in a rom-com, minus the drama."

Y/N laughed, her heart full. "Well, Mr. Rom-Com, you do make life more interesting."

As they danced, Sunghoon twirled her around before pulling her back into his arms for a deep, affectionate kiss, earning cheers and whistles from a group of students who had gathered to watch.

As they parted, both laughing, Sunghoon whispered, "I think we might need to give them a sequel."

Y/N, her eyes sparkling with joy, replied, "As long as it's with you, I'm all in."

Their friends, watching from a distance, couldn't help but smile at the couple's happiness. Sunghoon and Y/N had found something special in each other – a playful, loving relationship that was as real as it was heartwarming. It was a happy ending, or rather, a happy beginning, to their unexpected love story.

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Steddie outsider POV fic Pt. 4

AO3 Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Eddie watches Steve leave the hospital room and Will watches Eddie watch Steve leave.

The longing is familiar. Will thinks—he hopes—that he hides his inadvisable crush a little better. Then again, Will is not currently high as a kite on painkillers recovering from a near-fatal injury. Eddie probably can’t help the way he looks at Steve right now.

“Are you in love with him?” Will asks. It’s maybe unfair to ask, all things considered. They barely know each other. But if Eddie is like him; if Eddie knows, he’d give anything to find someone to talk to. To see himself in. Especially someone like Eddie.

Eddie closes his eyes.

He doesn’t answer for several seconds. When he does, it's resigned. “Maybe.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Will says, because he’d want to hear it.

Eddie opens his eyes to roll them. “I know, kid. You ain’t too subtle either.” He makes a moue of distaste. “And you have shit taste in men. You could absolutely do better. At least I chose a suitably gorgeous out-of-my-league object of worship. If you’re going to pine after someone unattainable, have the self-respect to pick a really,” he sighs, the roll of words slowing to a crawl, “really impressive specimen.”

“Hey. I do not have—I think you’re hot.”

“You’re just confirming my point,” he says, gesturing to his admittedly pretty battered face. “Shit taste in men.”

Will feels like he should probably tell Eddie not to talk about himself like that, but he’s never been good at stuff like this.

“Steve has been here every day,” Will points out.

“Because we bonded through trauma and he thinks he owes me for valiantly saving Henderson’s life at the near expense of my own. We all know Dustin is his favorite.”

“I’m just saying. My situation is hopeless. I know that. Yours might not be.”

“Please stop talking, Byers.”

“Sorry. Can I ask about something else?”

“Sure kid.” Eddie sounds exhausted.

“When did you know? That you were—uh.”

“When didn’t I know,” he mutters. “I don’t think I ever had the luxury of not knowing.”

“But you’re so…”

Will gestures at him: the bandana holding back his curls, the rings and the nail polish and the oversized Metallica shirt Steve had cut down the back and added a safety pin fastening to at the top so the nurses still had easy access for bandage changes.

“You’re so cool. Different. Loud. And the guys said you aren’t afraid of anything. That you’ll get in jocks’ faces and make speeches standing on cafeteria tables. How do you do that without being afraid?”

“Being afraid of what?” Eddie asks, “Afraid if I’m noticeable people might notice? That I’m gay?”

He says it so easily. Will has never even said the word out loud. “Yeah.”

Eddie shifts, wincing, as he reaches to scratch his chin. “I was never good at being subtle, is the thing. So I didn't have much of a choice. But in middle school I started getting into fights. Because people suspected. By high school I figured if people were going to stare I’d give them a reason before they could make their own. It was—”

He drops his hand, flexing his fingers, considering the rings on them.

“It was sort of like designing a character. Except the character was myself. The summer before freshman year, my uncle took me to Indy and we hit all the thrift stores. Found me a whole new wardrobe, and he taught me to sew to customize some vests. I figured it’d be easier to BS my way through acting brave if I looked the part.”

“And that worked?”

“It worked,” Eddie agrees quietly, attention still on his hands. “Maybe a little too well.”

“Huh.”

Will touches the slightly jagged line of his hair. He tugs the collar of his shirt and studies the scuffed toes of his sneakers. “If I wanted to do something like that, would you help me?”

“Of course,” Eddie says. “Yeah, of course. Just say when.”

***

Three months later, Will drives to Eddie’s trailer in his shiny new bribe-from-the-government car and knocks on the door.

There’s a crash, a muffled thump, and then Eddie hissing, “Ow, fuck—no don’t, I’m fine, just stay––I know, but hold on. I think it’s one of the kids.”

“Uh…Eddie?” Will calls. “Are you ok?”

“Fine! Totally fine. One second.”

And then Eddie is wrenching open the door just wide enough that he can poke his head out. His mouth is red. His face is flushed. He’s wearing jeans that are neither buttoned or zipped and it is readily apparent that there’s no underwear underneath them. Will drags his attention back up to Eddie’s face, probably slower than he should, but Eddie is hot, even with––maybe especially with––all his scars. Sue him.

“Hi,” Eddie says, more a panted exhalation than an actual word. “What’s up?”

“Hi.”

Will may have woefully nonexistent sexual experience, but he knows what a hickey looks like. And Eddie has…a lot of them. He has like, an entire necklace of hickies.

Eddie frowns at him, follows the direction of his attention, and then brings up a hand to cover his throat. “Oh, you motherfucker,” he mutters.

“Sorry?”

“No no, not you.”

“I can…come back later,” Will says. “If you’re doing something else.”

He thinks he hears muffled laughter from inside.

Eddie sighs. “It’s fine.” he glances behind him, running a harried hand through his even-wilder-than-normal hair. “My boyfriend is here, but he can wait.”

“Oh. Oh.” Will is sort of dumbfounded that Eddie found someone in Hawkins. Maybe he’s not from Hawkins. Maybe he’s visiting from somewhere else? “That’s great. That’s really great, Eddie. But what about––”

“SO,” Eddie says loudly, before Will can say Steve’s name, “why is it that you’ve graced my humble abode with your presence, Will the Wise?”

“Um,” Will says. “You know that thing we talked about, in the hospital?”

“We talked about numerous and sundry things in the the hospital.”

“About not being afraid anymore. About giving people something to look at.”

Eddie’s expression softens. “I do.”

“I think I’m ready to not be afraid anymore. But I need help.”

“I see. How wild are we getting here, kid?”

“Hair and clothes. And maybe…I was thinking maybe get my ear pierced.”

Eddie whistles. “I’m honored you’ve selected me to accompany you on this journey. Is there anyone else you want to join the party?”

“I was thinking maybe Steve. Except he wasn’t home when I went by earlier. I thought I saw his car parked a few houses down from here, though. He might be at Max’s.”

Eddie presses his palms together like he’s praying, and touches pursed lips to his index fingers. “Give me a minute,” he says. And abruptly disappears behind a slammed door.

There’s frantic whispering, a choked off laugh, and then the door is being pulled open again by—

Steve.

“Holy shit,” Will says.

Steve is also shirtless; his pants are at least buttoned. His chest looks like it’s been clawed by an Eddie-sized cat, though.

Will tries to tell his dick that the situation is mortifying, not sexy. His dick does not agree.

“So,” Steve clears his throat. “Impromptu trip to Indy?”

“We’ve both got work tomorrow,” Eddie says, “but Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Will agrees.

He can’t stop staring at Steve’s arm, curled proprietarily around Eddie’s waist; at Eddie’s hand resting on Steve’s wrist, like he’s not even conscious of its placement. Will wants that. He wants it so bad it winds him.

“Hey. Don’t make that face,” Eddie says, like he knows exactly what Will is thinking. He probably does. “You’re sixteen. You’ve got time. Hardly anyone ends up with their highschool crush. I’m an outlier.”

“And no offense dude, but Mike?” Steve says, “You could totally do better.”

“That’s what I said!”

“Hold on,” Steve backtracks, turning to look at Eddie. “I was your teenage crush?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “What? No.”

“That’s literally what you just said.”

“We really need to get you back to that concussion doctor,” Eddie says, “because clearly you’re hearing things, and auditory hallucinations are very concerning.”

“Hey,” Will interrupts.

Those both turn back to look at him.

“I’m driving,” he says, trying to sound firm. “I’ll pick you both up here at 9am on Saturday.”

“You’re assuming I’ll already be here?” Steve asks.

“Won’t you?” Will argues.

“I like this assertiveness, Byers,” Eddie says approvingly. “A+ start. But maybe you pick us up at ten.”

“Nine,” he repeats. “See you then.”

He nods decisively and turns to walk back through the yard.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters behind him. “These kids are going to kill me.”

“Shut up, you love them,” Eddie says, and then, louder, “Hey Byers, keep this to yourself, will you? At least for now.”

Will holds out his hand, thumb up.

When he gets back in the car, Will puts in a Dio tape and cranks up the volume. He grins all the way home.

***

Will arrives at the final Hellfire club meeting of the summer wearing a cropped Black Sabbath shirt, ripped jeans that rival Eddie’s, and shitkicker boots that were well worth the eye-watering amount of money he paid for them. His hair is fresh-shaved on the sides and slicked back on top. The guys are mostly used to his new look by now but Max and El both give him appreciative once-overs that are gratifying.

“Bitchin,” El says approvingly.

Will’s attention doesn’t linger on Mike. Doesn’t look for his specific reaction. It hurts less to look at him, now; gets easier every day to see him and El and not feel like their affection is engineered to hurt him. It helps that he’s gone back to Indy twice since he went with Steve and Eddie. He’s still too baby-faced to get into the bars, but he can wander through the record stores and thrift shops in the neighborhood. Sit in a cafe where no one knows him or his name. Flirt, carefully, while bumming a cigarette from a cute guy with a bandana in his pocket. The world is so much bigger than Hawkins. And he’s going to see it one day.

However, he’s still stuck there for two more years, and he plans to make the best of his time. Exhibit A: Today is both the end of Eddie’s final campaign, and the day in which Eddie selects his successor as dungeon master.

Will thinks, maybe, it might be him. He wants it to be him.

Except when he gets to the basement, there’s no sign of Eddie. And Eddie is never late.

“Has anyone talked to him today?” Dustin asks. He’s pacing.

No one has.

“Have you tried calling him?” Will asks.

“Yeah.”

“Have you tried calling Steve?”

“Why would I call Steve?”

“Maybe just try? They’ve been hanging out a lot recently.”

Max meets his eyes and Will gets the distinct feeling she knows.

Dustin stomps up the stairs, then back down again a minute later.

“No one picked up at Steve’s house either.”

“Robin?” El suggests.

Dustin groans and heads back upstairs.

“No,” he yells down. “Any other suggestions?”

“Family Video,” Lucas shouts.

“Or the garage!” Mike says.

Dustin has a muffled conversation first with someone who is clearly neither Steve nor Robin at Family Video, and then a longer conversation with someone else at the garage. It’s full of stops and starts and anxious-sounding questions.

“Guys,” Dustin says, coming back down the stairs. “I think Eddie and Steve might be in trouble.”

“I’ll drive,” Will says.

They’re piled in the car and tearing off toward the garage in a matter of minutes.

“Tell me again what he said,” Max demands.

“Jason Carver and some of the guys came in to drop off a car and they were harassing Eddie last week. Since then, they’d been waiting in the parking lot across the street sometimes when Eddie got off work. So Steve has been picking him up.”

“Okay but what about today?”

“He didn’t know!” Dustin’s voice cracks in Will’s ear where he’s leaned forward over the center console from the back seat. “He said that Eddie came in to work a few hours in the morning and Steve picked him up. That Jason and his friends may have followed them but he wasn’t certain.”

“What time?”

“Over an hour ago.”

“Shit.”

“Where would they go? If they’re not at their houses?”

“The quarry,” Will says. “Or skull rock.”

“Why would they go there?” Dustin shrieks.

Will meets Max’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

He abruptly changes course.

Quarry first.

His stomach goes sour when they round the corner. Because there are two vehicles at the quarry. One is Steve’s BMW. There’s a rucked quilt on the hood and one glass coke bottle tangled in it, tipped on its side, staining the floral fabric. A second bottle is on the ground, shattered by the front tire. Steve’s keys are laying in the gravel next to the broken glass.

The second vehicle, parked at a haphazard angle beside it, is Jason Carver’s truck. All four doors are open. The engine is still running. The radio is still on. But there are no people to be seen.

“Oh no,” Dustin says. “Oh no, no, no. This is not good.”

“Shit,” Lucas says, “shit, ok. So they probably ran for the woods, right? Do we have any weapons?”

“Lucas,” El says.

“Ok, obviously you. But we’re going to have to split up to search for them and the rest of us can’t exactly defend ourselves with our minds.”

Will pops the trunk.

And gets out the bat.

He’d felt kind of ridiculous when he’d made it, carefully hammering nails into the wood until it looked like Steve’s. He hadn’t even practiced with it or anything before he’d put it in the trunk with the first aid kit and the jumper cables and the tire iron: all things he’d hoped he’d never have occasion to use. He’s grateful for it now as he swings it experimentally.

“Dude,” Lucas says.

“Nice,” Max says. She takes the tire iron.

“Let’s go,” Will says.

***

It probably shouldn’t come as a surprise that Will is the one who finds them.

It feels right, all things considered. Less Deus Ex Machina and more destiny.

Eddie is on the ground and Steve is standing over him, arms out, like he can protect him from Jason––Jason who is pointing a gun at Steve's chest, while his three goons are circled around them, watching.

A gun. God, it’s almost insulting. The very idea that a gun might be the thing to end one of their lives.

Steve’s voice is low and frantic.

And Will is angry.

He knows he should be scared. Maybe he is. But he’s faced far worse that Jason fucking Carver. And when he looks at Jason he sees Lucas’ battered face and Max’s casts. He sees every bully with straight teeth and a letterman jacket that ever shoved him in a hallway.

The hand not holding the bat curls into a fist.

“Hey,” he shouts, and stalks forward.

“Stop right there,” Carver says, swinging around wildly to take aim at him.

“Or what?”

“Do you not see the gun in my hands?”

“Yeah, you see the bat in mine?”

He keeps walking.

“You think I’m joking?” Carver’s arm is shaking.

“You think shooting me will work?” Will shouts back, heart loud in his ears, but voice shockingly cavalier, “I came back from the dead once, maybe I’ll do it again.”

He keeps walking.

“What the fuck,” one of the guys says, “is that Beyers?”

“Jason,” another one says, “Jason, come on, this isn’t what we talked about. Harrington and now the Beyers kid? You can’t––”

“Shut up,” Carver yells.

Will keeps walking.

He brings his free hand to his mouth and whistles. Loud. Piercing. Something the party had practiced until they all could do it three summers before.

He immediately gets three whistles back.

“Over here!” he shouts. He stops walking just within range of Carver.

He plants his feet. He taps the bat against the side of one boot.

“You’re about to be outnumbered,” he says.

“Fuck man,” one of the guys says. “I’m out.” And with the sudden departure of one, the rest follow. Including, after a moment, Jason himself. He starts with a few steps backward, then his arm drops to his side and he scrambles into a run.

Steve watches them until they’re out of sight, and then he’s collapsing like a puppet whose strings have been cut, reaching for Eddie as Eddie reaches for him, colliding in a tangle of desperate hands.

“Are you okay?” they demand of each other, and then, after a moment of frantic reassurances, they turn to face Will.

“Jesus Christ, kid,” Steve says, eyes on the bat. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Gee, can’t imagine where he learned it from,” Eddie mutters, spitting blood as they struggle to their feet. Steve doesn’t look to be in much better shape than Eddie but at least his face is mostly unscathed.

“Oh, don’t even try to pin this on me.” Steve wraps one arm around Eddie’s waist to keep him upright and throws out the other to gesture half-heartedly at Will. “Look at him.”

“Well sure, but I don’t go around with a fucking nail-bat in my trunk and I sure as hell don’t provoke people when I’m up against stupid odds unlike some dipshits who have no appreciation for their own mortality.”

“The safety was on,” Will points out. He whistles again. Three whistles back again, this time accompanied by shouting.

“What?” Eddie says.

“Jason,” Will says. “The gun he was holding. The safety was on. I definitely could have hit him before he could have shot me.”

Eddie lets out a hysterical little laugh.

He trips on something and nearly takes Steve down with him.

“Whoa, hey.” Steve hoists him back up as Max and Lucas come stumbling through the undergrowth.

“Oh shit,” Lucas says, “guys, are you ok?”

“Peachy keen,” Eddie warbles.

Steve uses his shirt to wipe blood off Eddie’s upper lip. Will thinks his nose might be broken.

“Hey, look at me,” Steve says. “How’s your head?”

“Fucked,” Eddie groans. “Probably still better than yours, though, sweetheart. Should change your name to King of Brain Damage.” He blinks blearily at Steve, smiling through pink-stained teeth. “ Or maybe King of pretty eyes.”

“Stop trying to flirt when you’re concussed.”

Dustin crashes into the clearing next, throwing himself at Steve and Eddie and nearly dumping them back onto the ground with his exuberance.

And then El and Mike are there and Will is handing his bat to Lucas and pulling Eddie’s other arm over his shoulder, nodding to Steve as they move forward.

“Hospital?” He asks.

“No,” Eddie whines between them.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “And we gotta call Hopper to come get pictures and take our statements.”

“Hopper is gonna kill us,” Mike sighs.

“Nah,” Steve says. “But Joyce might kill Jason for pointing a gun at Will.”

“...do we have to tell them that part?” Will asks.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Steve says.

Will sighs.

It’s going to be a long night.

Ten minutes later, they stumble out of the trees and make their way down the quarry rim to the cars. Carver’s truck is gone.

“Will,” Steve says, “you mind driving us?”

Will glances across Eddie’s ducked head to meet Steve’s eyes. “Sure.”

“You’re going to let someone else drive the BMW?” Dustin says incredulously. “You never let anyone else drive the BMW.”

“Special circumstances,” Steve says. “Hey, Sinclair. You got your permit, right?”

Lucas looks like this might be the best day of his life.

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “Passed with flying colors.”

“Be still my heart,” Eddie croons, “for King Steve cannot bear to be separated from his humble bard.”

“Bard, sure,” Steve mutters, “humble, not so much.”

“You wound me, sire. And on my deathbed too?”

“You’re not dying,” Steve argues, aggrieved. “Hold on.” He opens the back car door and Will helps Steve slide Eddie inside.

“I can sit with him,” Dustin says. “If you still want to drive, I mean.”

“No,” Steve says. “It’s fine.”

“We cannot be parted!” Eddie shouts from inside, “For Lo! Young we are and yet have stood like planted hearts in the great Sun of Love so long (as two fair trees in woodland or in open dale stand utterly entwined and breathe the airs and suck the very light together) that we have become as one, deep rooted in the soil of Life and tangled in the sweet growth!”

“Is that…” Dustin bends, hands on his knees, to frown at Eddie. “Why are you quoting Tolkien’s wedding vows?”

“Boys are so stupid,” Max says. “No offense, Will.”

“None taken,” Will murmurs.

“No offense Will?”” Lucas repeats.

Steve exhales loudly, eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose, but he’s smiling. He crawls into the back seat, pulling Eddie’s head into his lap. He runs his fingers, gentle, through the mess of Eddie’s hair. He smooths his thumb against the quickly swelling curve of his cheekbone.

“Wait,” Lucas says. “Wait, wait, wait. Are they––”

“Uh,” Mike says.

“So stupid,” Max repeats, stooping to pick up Steve’s key’s from the ground. She tosses them to Lucas. “Come on, let’s go. We can deal with your complete inability to see what’s right in front of your faces at the hospital.”

Will agrees. Dustin slides into the passenger seat of Will’s car, still spluttering, as Will is buckling his seatbelt. He starts the engine.

He glances in the rearview mirror just in time to see Steve duck to press his lips to the mangled bridge of Eddie’s nose; to see Eddie’s grin in response.

“Wedding vows, huh,” Steve murmurs.

“I’m concussed,” Eddie says primly, “I’m out of my mind.”

“On that we’re agreed,” Steve says, but he’s looking down at him with such fondness it makes Will feel like a voyeur.

He suppresses a smile of his own and puts the car in drive, turning up the radio over Dustin’s demands for details.

If he wasn’t before, Will is definitely going to be Eddie’s choice for dungeon master, now. Did Dustin save Eddie’s life by threatening Jason Carver with a nail bat while Jason Carver was pointing a gun at his face? No. No he did not.

Will did.

Pt. 5 (Tommy Hagan)

#steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #stranger things #myfic #promtps #will byers

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Nab's Nightmare Time 4 lineup!

Helloooo everyoneeee! A while ago on the Halloween livestream, Nick revealed the episode listing for Nightmare Time 3! And he said that eeeevvvvveeeerryyyyonneeeee must go give NMT2 a watch if we could even dream about getting these amazing episodes! So that got me thinking... what if I write my own NMT concepts for if season 3 does well and we might get a season 4? And here's what I got based off of all sorts of other posts and inspiration I got from none other then you guys!

P.E.I.P.S (an extra long stand alone for the pilot, around the same length as Honey Queen)

Being two of PEIP’S top undercover field agents is hard work for Dan Reynolds and Donna Daggit. Especially when you live in none other then Hatchetfield, Michigan. The two under cover news anchors were both sent to investigate all the strange happenings in the small town, and when they suddenly discover something off about a certain pocket squirrel they were reporting on and it's owner.. well, it's time for the two of them to step back into action, to save the entire town and possibly even the world.

(Note: I may or may not be writing a fanfic about this one)

2. Fuck Clivesdale! and Spankoffskis Through Time (2 separate segmented episodes)

GO NIGHTHAWKS! Everyone in Hatchetfield hates Clivesdale to the very core, especially none other then Paul Matthews, average office worker at CCRP's Hatchetfield branch. But when him and his coworkers (all except Ted, that lucky bastard) are sent to none other then Hatchetfield's rival town on a business, Paul's coworkers start getting more and more... indoctrinated into Clivesdale's odd ideology, and now he has to figure out why... and not go insane in the process.

Peter Spankoffski is a nerd. And Theodore 'Ted' Spankoffski is a horny bastard. Pete never thought highly of his brother, but when he, due to a slip of speech, suddenly discovers a time machine in his locker, he's thrown back to none other then Hatchetfield, 2002.. also known as his dear brother's senior year at Hatchetfield High School. And now, Pete and his nerdy older brother must figure out how to get the younger Spankoffski home.. or else he's trapped in 2002.

3. Spectre Sweetly and Problem Cops (2 separate segmented episodes)

Charlotte Sweetly hasn't admitted it yet, but her husband is a real scumbag. Sam never comes home, never does any chores when he is, and doesn't even bother to cuddle her! But when Charlotte discovers Sam's infidelity (and is still recovering from a rather traumatic business trip).. Well, she can't control herself anymore. After burying the body in the Witchwood, Charlotte starts having a lot more.. assistance from a mysterious force.. but it can't be who she thinks she is? Right?

Officer William Bailey and Detective Bryce Shapiro have a problem on their hands... Hatchetfield's been real messed up lately! Way more then usual! With the recent disappearances of Peter Spankoffski, Peanuts the Hatchetfield Pocket Squirrel, his Proud Papa Ed, Paul Matthews and now their police sargent Sweetly, Hatchetfield's best really had their work cut out for them! But when they're approached by couple of certain news anchors, maybe their questions will be solved after all...

And our finale...

4. Idk what to name this one you guys (full length finale)

After almost dying at the paws of a squirrel, Dan and Donna need to work fast. Hatchetfield is in big, big, trouble. Bigger then it has been before. With Bailey and Shapiro gone, the two of them are now on their own. But when Peanuts's plans also happen to be discovered by a certain school counseler.. huh, maybe they can stop him after all. So together with Ms. Holloway, the news duo now face down Hatchetfield's greatest horrors until they reach the strongest one: Peanuts the Hatchetfield Pocket Squirrel.

As you can see, the episodes are pretty intertwined! Similarly to NMT2, all of my hypothetical NMT4 will take place in the same universe. The chronological order is the release order, and I tried to be semi-canon compliant and gave this season less of a focus on the LiB and more on Hatchetfield's greater mysteries (Don't worry. They're still there... lurking).

So! What do you guys think? Let me know!

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sowritten · 2 years

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𝐃𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

who wants a bite of me?

listen babe, nothing is as it seems.

god, you sound like you want to wear her skin.

do you think I did too much?

do you want me to push her in the pool? do you want me to light her hair on fire?

you look incredible tonight.

how could you do this to me?

baby, come on. I would never do this.

channel that anger into getting what you want.

why would he do this to me?

I hated myself for letting my guard down.

peaking in high school is cringe.

you have a really weird energy.

I don’t need your pity.

you insufferable cunt! I know you did this!

I don’t even do cocaine!

you think I framed you?

do you still not want my pity?

I know what it’s like to get screwed over by someone you thought you could trust.

you really had that pent-up, huh?

you look like you want a grilled cheese. let’s get you a grilled cheese.

I thought you were gonna put out a hit on me or something.

okay, I’ll just go fuck myself.

to be honest, I’m still recovering.

I just want to say how sorry I am for what happened to you last year.

oh, I’m sorry ‘school house rock’, are you dragging my sentence structure right now?

we won’t get caught, that’s the whole point.

I don’t want to make her pay. I want to burn her to the ground.

you’re giving off some serious glenn close in fatal attraction energy right now.

I can ruin her in my sleep.

I’m Frankenstein, and you’re Frankenstein’s bad bitch.

your new vibe is high-status cunt.

sometimes you have to pretend to be someone else to get what you want.

oh my god, don’t be so dramatic.

you called me a human birkenstock.

I’ve always been very intrigued by what you do here.

cool.

my ex-girlfriend is mad that I hooked up with my ex-boyfriend.

make revenge mommy proud.

are you stalking me?

I like your shirt. did it come with a bag of granola and a matching pair of Tevas?

what are you doing here?

that’s the exciting part of getting to know someone; you’re a mystery until you’re not.

the orgy usually starts around sundown.

can we talk about it, please?

well, we’re not having sex. you can go fuck yourself.

tell me something nobody knows about you.

I’m interesting, and you want to impress me.

what do you want to be?

we’re all just performing.

this feels illegal.

I want her to hit me with her Tesla and then reverse back over me.

I want her to stuff me like a taxidermy doll and then mount me on her wall like a prize.

I want her to hide my body in the woods and then start the search party trying to find me.

I am so proud of you. this is going to be the best night ever.

I feel like a little butterfly!

it’s called double assurance, sweetie. look it up.

are you on mushrooms?

your instincts were right.

you know you don’t have to be brave with me.

this sucks. it’s allowed to suck.

do you think I’ll feel better?

I’m just so angry all the time.

sometimes it just hurts to exist, you know?

I just want to feel normal again.

I like you; you’re just like me.

I didn’t know you were an artist.

rude... but fair.

don’t equate your worth to some archaic idea of what the best means.

can I say something that might make you very uncomfortable?

I’m shocked! this is shocking news!

we’re casting spells tonight, bitch.

ban men!

get in there and eat that ass, is what I’m saying!

don’t do that! don’t pity me, and definitely don’t touch me!

I lost everything! fucking everything!

they need to feel the consequences of what they did to me.

they have to pay. all of them.

I feel like I’m being eaten alive from the inside, actually.

do you ever look around and just think, how did I get here?

all this shit, it’s just armour.

I really like you. I wanna tell you everything.

everything I thought I hated was exactly what I always wanted.

what’s going on in that head of yours?

I just need a little distraction from all the stress.

can’t we put all this ugliness aside?

I think you handled that very well.

nice entrance.

what do you think you’re doing?

you don’t even answer my texts!

those people do not care about you.

they’re not your friends.

oh my god, you’re pathetic.

none of this is real!

are you any different from them?

are you sure? there’s never been any evidence.

I mean this from the bottom of my heart: fuck you.

did you overhear that?

you said some pretty messed up stuff out there.

someone was probably messing with you.

from the bottom of my heart, I wish you nothing but the worst for the rest of your miserable fucking existence.

I love your ear balls.

sleep with one eye open, bitch.

I’ve had the upper hand the entire time.

you made this pretty easy, I gotta say.

you’ll never get away with this.

I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep anymore.

where does this game end?

there is nothing else you can take away from me.

I’m going to make sure that you’re stuck with your pain forever, because I am stuck with mine.

if you want to ruin me, go ahead. I’m not helping you.

I promise I can explain.

I had no choice!

do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?

I really wanted this to work, but it just doesn’t.

I was deciding between this and elsa, but I kind of thought you weren’t an elsa person, although you are a frigid bitch.

I’m sorry that I hit you with my car.

there’s nothing vapid people love more than making other peoples’ tragedies about them.

don’t cry. it’s alright.

I wish it could have been different.

what should have felt exhilarating just felt rotten.

how did you know I’d be here?

I miss you.

it shouldn’t have taken an accident for me to realize that, and I’m sorry.

I think you’re lucky.

I don’t feel free. I feel like I got hit by a car.

I give up. I’m done.

show everybody what a bad bitch looks like.

I created you, and I can just as easily destroy you.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.

we can’t erase what we did to each other, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore.

you might be the only real friend I’ve ever had.

I will regret what I did to you forever.

I’m sorry.... for everything.

did you just enter doing a slow clap, you cliché piece of shit?

you really are the devil.

I thought we had a whole will-they, won’t-they thing going on.

where are you going with this?

I know all your secrets now.

no one would’ve given a shit about you if it wasn’t for me.

why the fuck are you laughing?

goddamn do I love you right now.

I think we might be fucked-up soulmates.

you are a very lucky girl.

fuck you. we’re over.

I think you should leave.

I don’t want to be that person anymore.

everything you’ve done, everything that’s happened to you, has brought you to this moment.

fuck figuring out who you’re meant to be. stay lost as long as you can.

I wanted to do something cute, like a grand gesture.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence meme #roleplay starters #sentence starters #starters: do revenge

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makeste · 1 year

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BnHA Chapter 341: The Pale Princess of a Palace Cracked

Previously on BnHA: All Might was all, “time to take up literally half of this chapter by calling a strategy meeting but then never getting to the actual strategy because we have to keep the readers in suspense!” Aizawa was all, “listen up Aoyama, I know you’re really scared about having to face AFO again, and possibly dying, and also potentially letting down your classmates again, and just basically having all of the odds overwhelmingly stacked against you no matter what you do now. But I just wanted to let you know it’s all going to be okay because we’ve got your back and I will personally guarantee your safety, somehow,” only he said it so convincingly that everyone actually did buy in because his words were just that sincere and powerful! The chapter ended with Shinsou being all, “SURPRISE, IT’S SHINSOU TIME!” at long last, and oh dang.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all, “JUST KIDDING, IT IS NOT SHINSOU TIME AT ALL, IT IS IN FACT TOGA TIME,” and okay then. Toga visits her abandoned childhood home and is all “ah yes, this sure does remind me of those carefree days I spent dreaming about being eaten alive by birds.” Dabi is all, “hey Toga, I’m just gonna go ahead and set your depressing house on fire now. Also, don’t forget that you’ve got some of Twice’s blood and can use his quirk! Just thought I’d remind you about that, apropos of nothing.” Meanwhile in AFO’s creepy pirate cave lair, AFO is all, “wow, Tomura sure is recovering well, just look at how many tentacle fingers he can spawn from his left hand now!” Skeptic is all, “btw Spinner I need you to become the new face of the PLF so that we can pretend to have some sort of moral high ground while we proceed to destroy the world.” The chapter ends with a bunch of villains just kind of randomly gathering in some apocalyptic city ruins somewhere, including everyone’s favorite inaugural chapter villain, Slimeothy McBlob.

(1. as always, all comments not marked with “ETA” are my unspoiled reactions from my first blind readthrough of the chapter.

2. as of today, I am very much NOT caught up with the manga, but will keep you posted on my progress (currently only up to this chapter, 341, but ONE OF THESE DAYS MY ROR (rate of reading) WILL FINALLY GET AHEAD OF MY ROP (rate of posting), SOMEDAY, POSSIBLY, MAYBE).

3. as explained here, I HAVE been spoiled for one Major Thing happening later on in the series. however, there are no references to said Thing in this particular post, other than a countdown image posted at the very bottom. I’ve taken the liberty of marking that with a spoiler warning, and placing it a few inches down and away from the rest of the recap, meaning this post should effectively be spoiler-free.

anyway, on we go!)

oh my goodness

this seems like a lot of blood even by Toga’s standards. should I be worried

and Horikoshi is really starting to get cute with all these chapter titles lately huh. part minus one???? so wait, what does that even mean? are we going to have some sort of flashback dating back prior to chapter 338? or is this implying that this chapter will be kind of a one-step-forward-two-steps back sort of thing in terms of their hero journey? lol what the hell

(ETA: based on the actual content of this chapter, I’m guessing that the negative/minus is Horikoshi’s way of denoting the villain chapter(s), similar to MVA vs MHA.)

oh damn

soo, I’m guessing this is Toga’s old house from back in her pre-villain days? and that this graffiti is related to that whole “innocently murdering her middle school crush” incident

wow, these people were absolutely charming

gonna go out on a limb and guess that her parents don’t live here anymore

but, surprise surprise, guess who’s visiting now

okay, I was prepared for more Aoyama feels. I was prepared for Shinsou feels. I was prepared to finally learn the details of the heroes’ grand and exciting and outrageously risky villain battling plan. but I gotta tell you guys, I was not at ALL prepared to have Toga feels, out of all the possibilities, just straight up out of the blue like this

actually come to think of it, didn’t Horikoshi mention her in his 2021 year-end interview? damn it, now I have to go back and find that thing lol

okay yeah. here’s the link to @hanashimas’ translation. so let’s see. blah blah, “if things go smoothly...” lol well I’m pretty sure the series isn’t actually wrapping up just yet, so yeah. looking forward to that 2023 Jump Festa message my guy

okay here we go. “regarding Ochako and Toga, I have a scene that I’m itching to draw. Frankly speaking, Toga is a character that was created specifically for Ochako. And I’ve developed Ochako to match Toga.” huh. this sounds a whole lot gayer than I remembered lol

and unrelated, but nonetheless also interesting, he also mentions Tomura and Deku and gets really philosophical about the two of them. “He’s the greatest obstacle in Deku’s goal of ‘saving’.” and then this one part that really has me intrigued, “Saving and Destroying are both born out of ego. Whose ego will win in the end? Is it even a matter of winning or losing?” just, huh. what an interesting thing to say

anyways! back to Sad Toga!

you are really bumming me out right now Sad Toga

that close up of the door frame with Baby Toga’s height measurements all crossed out is fucking brutal. who did that, I wonder. was it the vandals? or was it actually her own parents? I don’t know if I can take this right now you guys

“no one will ever accept you, the way you are” dammit dammit dammit

well, granted we’re only like 4 pages in, but thus far I’m just as conflicted over the whole Toga Redemption(??) Saga as ever, lol. on the one hand she was and is just a kid, and she never really meant to hurt anyone, and definitely didn’t seem to fully comprehend what she was doing. but on the other hand, there’s an obvious clear-cut difference between “giving kids the freedom to be themselves and express themselves”, and “giving kids the freedom to straight up murder other kids if that’s their preferred method of self-expression.” so yeah! this imo is arguably the most morally complex out of all the LoV origin stories, and I really appreciate it for that

man oh man

when you get right down to it Toga really just has a REAL fucked up quirk. is that taking the easy way out lol. well whatever, I don’t even care, Toga’s quirk is the real final villain you read it here first

OH MY GOD

“every night I dream about this cute little birdie dancing on my tummy and then eviscerating me <3 <3 <3 it’s just the cutest little thing”

OKAY BUT FOR REAL TOGA, YOU AND I REALLY DO NOT SEE EYE TO EYE IN TERMS OF OUR HAPPY PLACE

mm. yes. so pleasant. so sweet :’)

what an absolutely delightful and profoundly unsettling journey we’re all having here today

LMAO WHAT

SO THIS BITCH CAME ALONG FOR THE NOSTALGIA TOUR TOO HUH. lol okay then. don’t tell me we’re off to visit Todoriko Village next

dammit Dabi I can never tell if you actually give a fuck, or if you just like being a dick to people all the time

but seeing as you’re a character in a shounen manga who seems destined for a redemption arc WHETHER YOU DAMN WELL LIKE IT OR NOT!, I’m gonna go ahead and stick with the former. look at you, out here keeping an eye on Toga as she confronts the looming shadows of her past. and pretending be all aloof about it. classic big brother move. wonder if she reminds you of Fuyu

what an interesting response!

“you sure you’re ready for the grand finale where we destroy the world and everything in it?” “not like I can do anything about it now either way.” sooooo. can’t help but notice the part where that is by no means a “yes.” having some second thoughts about your chosen path there, Toga?

meanwhile this guy is launching into yet another of his patented monologues

man, y’all are way too damn nihilistic for me. absolutely no one in the League of Villains is actually happy are they. or even has any hope of ever being happy. they all just want to burn the world down and presumably go out with a bang right along with it. it’s going to be so damn satisfying when Ochako and Deku and Shouto and the rest finally hit them with those long-overdue inspiring shounen beatdowns and remind them that THERE’S STILL SOME GOOD IN THIS WORLD, MR. FRODO, AND IT’S WORTH FIGHTING FOR

wow, Dabi

still as dramatic as ever, I see

awww. she says he’s going to get them both caught, but that she’s grateful to him all the same

and she called him Touya! my heart! better watch yourself before she starts coming for your blood, Dabi

OH MY GOD DABI

“[LEAPS OF A WINDOW!!] WHATEVER, TOGA!! [DOES A FLIP IN MID AIR] I ONLY DID IT TO SPITE ENDEAVOR SO THERE!!” because if there’s anything Endeavor hates, it’s having empty abandoned buildings burn down miles away from where any living people actually are. good job Dabi. fucking gottem

?? what’s this now?

some freshly acquired blood? but whose?

ohhhhhhh hh shit. oh, SHIT

exactly how much damage could this potentially do. shit

okay I just looked it up and apparently the ratio is 1 cup of blood = 18 hours of transformation. which. is actually so much worse than I remembered sob

however this is a fairly small-looking test tube though! so assuming that this can hold maybe 5 ml of blood, which seems reasonable, that means she has enough of Twice’s blood to stay transformed for... twenty minutes or so? wait, really? is that all? am I just really bad at math?? lmao well I take it back then, that actually doesn’t sound too bad at all. surely the heroes can fend off an army of Twices for just twenty minutes or so. right. ...right?

oh dang now we’re cutting to... Spinner? AND AFO???

what the hell

lol wtf is happening. he was just sitting there, and then suddenly AFO was all WOOSH, and then Spinner looked over, and then he started wandering down some dark tunnel calling for Tomura??

WHAT THE FUCK

HAVE WE ACCIDENTALLY CROSSED OVER INTO THE THIRD ACT OF FMA OVER HERE OR WHAT

OKAY SO NOW THE CREEPY CAVE TENTACLES ARE SUDDENLY RECEDING, AND IN THEIR PLACE TOMURA IS LYING THERE??

ARE YOU DOING ALL RIGHT LITTLE BUDDY?? YOU’RE NOT LOOKING TOO HOT RN MY DUDE?

LSDJKAFLKASJLGKJ okay now that I’ve forced myself to scroll back up to look at the “tentacles” again a little more closely, an action which I highly, highly regret, I can see that they are actually just... fingers. literally just a bunch of fingers. endlessly spawning tentacle fingers with joints and fingerprints and fingernails and okay you know what, where the hell did Dabi run off to, I’ve got a panel here that needs to be incinerated ASAP

(ETA: so now that I’ve looked at this page yet again, which I regret EVEN MORE, it appears that this is Tomura’s left hand trying to regenerate itself or something. anyway so that I’ll just leave it at that and will ask no further questions and will basically just do my best to NEVER EVER THINK ABOUT THIS PANEL OR THIS ENTIRE PAGE EVER AGAIN.)

NOW AFO IS HERE AGAIN OUT OF NOWHERE TO BE ALL CREEPY AT SPINNER!!

WORRIED, YOU SAY??? WHY ON EARTH WOULD I BE WORRIED???? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WORRISOME ABOUT ANY OF THIS, NO SIR. that’s it, Spinner. just play it cool. then wait until AFO has his back turned and grab Tomura and make a run for it

so AFO says Tomura is “conquering” the quirk doomsday theory, which. ????????????? ?????

(ETA: so I’ve had a day or so to mull this over a little more now, but tbh I still don’t really understand what he’s trying to say here. in the RHA translation, AFO says that Tomura is “gradually overcoming the quirk singularity”, so my best guess is that it’s a needlessly complicated way of saying that he’s gradually gaining more control over his quirks? since the quirk singularity nonsense is basically just a sciencey way of saying, “heads up, eventually quirks are just gonna get SO FUCKING WILD that no one will even be able to control them, so then we’ll all just die I guess!”

but that still doesn’t make much sense to me, and also I really have very little clue about what’s been going on with TomurAFO in general ever since his fight with S&S, so! just gonna have to keep reading I suppose.)

“he’s still Shigaraki?” oh Spinner. my sweet loyal Spinner. if you have to ask, I think that deep down you already suspect the answer

why wouldn’t he be? :) you don’t think AFO would lie to you about that, do you, Spinner? don’t you trust him?? he’s such a notoriously nice and trustworthy guy!!

(ETA: I mean he obviously is, don’t get me wrong. but it seems pretty clear that things are all going according to Vestige!AFO’s plan for now, and that the “Tomura” currently running things in the ol’ TomurAFO body isn’t the same Tomura that Spinner once knew. at least not right now.)

so now Skeptic, who STILL EXISTS FOR SOME REASON IN SPITE OF MY BEST EFFORTS TO FORGET THAT HE DOES, is launching into some boring speech about villains with mutant quirks? and saying that a bunch of them hold grudges against heroes because of all the historical prejudice and stuff

oh snap lol

YOU’RE FAMOUS NOW, SPINNER!

oh my god they’re trying to recruit him to be the League’s new public face or something. bitch you’re just trying to distract him because he’s onto you and he’s like the one member of the LoV who would actually be able to reach out to Tomura and snatch him back from AFO’s grasp with The Power of Friendship!!

seriously though! Tomura finally makes ONE real, true, honest-to-god friend, and IMMEDIATELY AFO is all “welp, time to send this kid far, FAR away from here right now” ffff goddammit. don’t go along with it Spinner!!

(ETA: forgot to comment on it at the time because I was too busy trying and failing to make telepathic contact with Spinner, but what the hell is up with this flash drive thingy that Skeptic is handing over to him? don’t tell me it’s ANOTHER Dabi tell-all HBO miniseries. how many of these are they gonna churn out.)

NOOOO SPINNER

DAMN IT AFO. he was definitely wavering until he heard that, and then he immediately got all resigned

AND THAT’S THE END OMG

WHAT A DARK, DEPRESSING, AND FOREBODING CHAPTER IN WHICH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING GOOD OR POSITIVE HAPPENED FOR ANYONE, AND EVERYTHING JUST KEEPS GETTING EXPONENTIALLY WORSE SOB

and is that the OG sludge villain chilling out there in the bottom right?!? BACK FOR MORE, EH. well I seem to recall you got your ass kicked by a fucking backpack all the way back in CHAPTER ONE so it’s pretty fucking bold of you to show your face in these parts again after all this time! but more power to you I guess

so there we have it! not the most exciting of chapters, but I really like that about it, actually. like for once, we got a chapter that actually slowed down the pace and took time to breathe, and that was actually really refreshing. granted, I might not have felt the same way if I’d spent a whole week waiting for this, and then had to resign myself to waiting ANOTHER whole week to finally see what Shinsou & Pals are up to, lol

BUT SINCE I’M FROM THE FUTURE where I have the freedom to continue reading AS MUCH AS I WANT in order to get as much of that SWEET IMMEDIATE GRATIFICATION as I desire, I feel like I can appreciate this more than I might have otherwise! and in all seriousness, I think the pacing of this chapter bodes very well for the future. the last two arcs in particular had a LOT of plot developments that felt more than a little rushed. things like Nagant’s whole storyline, S&S and her history with All Might, and so forth. there were a lot of times when it was just like, “[SUDDEN PLOT TWIST OUT OF NOWHERE!]”, immediately followed by “[HASTY EXPOSITION-HEAVY FLASHBACK BELATEDLY EXPLAINING THE PLOT TWIST].”

and it’s not like most of the twists were actually bad, but you know what would have made all the difference? is if we’d had a couple of earlier chapters introducing us to Star, or establishing Nagant and her history with the HPSC. that would have served to get us invested in these characters beforehand, the same way that I’m now more invested in Toga’s story after spending a few pages with her revisiting her childhood home and confronting those old memories. that kind of thing really goes a long way, and it’s something Horikoshi used to do a lot more often (remember Twice’s introduction way back in the day?). so yeah, I was really happy to see him getting back to that kind of writing here, and hopefully that bodes well for the writing as we move into the final arc

anyway so yeah! AND WITH THAT SAID, I GUESS THIS MEANS IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN, by which I mean “time to post our updated ‘COUNTDOWN TO SPOILER THING’ meme”! so here is your friendly warning that ***if you are not fully caught up with the BnHA manga, please stop reading here!***

you may have noticed that we appear to be counting in the wrong direction from the previous chapter! that is because, after a bit of discussion and some confused pondering and consideration, I have decided to go with 362 as the revised Chapter Of Destiny! so yeah. THE RECKONING STILL APPROACHETH, but it hopefully doth approach slightly more accurately than before lol. BUT IF NOT THEN OH WELL

#bnha 341 #himiko toga #todoroki touya #dabi #spinner (bnha)#all for one #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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oliviasecrets · 10 months

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This is life

V part one

“ the thing is that I don’t understand why I can’t go out with a friend for coffee without being seen as a date”

“y/n we’ve been through this you are not a normal person and you know it”

“Liv I honestly don’t know what to do, first this guy comes into my life and not just any guy he’s someone I’ve dreamed for a while I used to be fan I went to his concert I went through the fan girl stage, he makes me thing something could happen between us and you know his been ghosting me for 8 days. Eight fucking days I’m actually surprise we did click when he came to my apartment and yeah maybe I went out for coffee with Tim to get into Jack nerves I want him to actually want me, and yea before you tell me I know that was a very high school move from my part but I don’t care anymore.” You eventually took a breath everything was building up in you and you really had to take a break

“Baby I understand what you’re going through and yes I know that was a very immature move from your part but I beg you please make my job a little bit less stressful”

You giggles at what your friend just said “Liv I think I could really use a small vacation, at least just the weekend with my family” there was a long silence on the other side of the phone “I’ll see what I can do y/n I don’t promise anything but here’s what I’ll do for you, let’s take a bit of an advantage of the media already calling you a “slut” go out drink a lil party lol have fun okay I don’t care who you go out with but at least get laid that will help with the stress”

“Liv are you kidding me?! First of all I can’t go out I have work tomorrow and second of all ew I would just get laid with a random guy”

“Wanna bet on that y/n”

“Okay that was just one time and it was Vegas I had to do it”

“If you say so but please don’t do anything to brittney let’s just keep it low key okay?”

“I promise and thank you again for dealing with my shit I love Liv”

“I love you too bitch”

Hmm go out huh I mean the nightlife in nyc is the shit but who should I call to go out. I can check on Alex she’s down for anything but I think she has a new boyfriend so that’s probably a no. I can also call Em she’s known for being hot and messing around with hoy guys including harry styles.

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Incoming FaceTime call from emrata

“Hey love”

“Y/n are you kidding or do you really wanna go out and have fun”

“I knew I called the right person for this but yeah I’ve had a rough week I just wanna dance drink and hopefully end up in someone’s bed”

“Oh y/n I think I just fell in love with you, but okay let’s do it meet me at my place by 8 we could do a bit of a bar hopping first then we get into the real shit”

“I’ll be there by 8 love you em”

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Surprise, surprise, Jack and Urban had just arrived at New York City’s airport ready to have a bit of fun. Some thing I did not know was that Jack had an appearance this night at Jimmy Fallon’s making him be in New York will things go the way you wanted to or will it be an interesting night you would regret tomorrow, but at least you had fun and you did end up in someone’s bed.

“Urb harry up we have 3 hours left before the show and I really wanna surprise y/n”

“Jack please just stop and think things through she doesn’t want to see your ass you gaslighted her then ended up ghosted her she’s with that actor now you lost your chance”

And in fact Jack couldn’t stop thing about that were you really with Timothee was he just your friend, what was going on that’s why he was determined to stop by and see you but he never actually thought what if he showed up to your door and you were fucking someone else that was something he wouldn’t recover from

“Don’t say that I’ve just been busy and haven’t had the time to reached out”

��If you say so lover boy but what I’m doing to tell you is that expect jimmy to ask you about y/n just so you are prepared”

“Yeah I know nilam talked me through that already

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So excited for this probably gonna upload the next part tomorrow !!!!

#fics #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #emrata #urban wyatt #harry styles #jimmy fallon #latina reader

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silverredtail · 1 year

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-OH MY GOD!! BULLSHIT AU INCOMING!!

-Okay okay okay, so school au right?! Macaque-king of the theater program- if he's not lead he's a big character or master of the backstage always has his hands in everything cause he loves the stage and the other kids who have the drive and passion for it. Incomes wukong and the other preps and asses who suddenly wanna audition and be a part of the "magic" cause "oh my god it's just like that one episode/show/movie!!" Makes all of macaques fellow students feel so isolated when this was their space to shine. They had the fucking courts and hallways. Que some high school musical bullshit where macaque puts these preps through the ringer of the theater life, the heavy equipment, the long hours of lighting and blocking and he's not afraid to bully. He's the jock on this stage and he's got a bite to his bark. One by one they leave because they won't be disrespected/it's too hard/ this isnt fun at all...all but the biggest stubborn bitch mac's crossed paths with.

-✨Wukong, star jock, biggest bully cause he's clearly the best, and school massive douche of a prankster✨(Only cause we're going really Disney channel with this au)

-Macaques equal when it comes to weight they can throw around and what they can take. Wukong doesn't break at all, carrying stage peices like it's nothing, actually singing good, standing still out of pride and stubbornness more then anything. But with how loud he is and how above he thinks he is- it takes macaque literally screaming in his face "YOU FUCKS HAVE EVERYTHING! EVERY PEICE OF THE SCHOOL TO RUN BUT THE PLACE WHERE OUTCAST LIKE US CAN FEEL LIKE PEOPLE! AND YOU INVADED IT LIKE EVERYWHERE ELSE BECAUSE WERE LIKE A DAMN TV SHOW!" Then wukong kinda breaks alittle, blinking at his punkish/gothish rival in a new light, never seeing the other gets so emotional. "Oh..." "YEAH OH!! Why the hell do you think I've been trying to get you assholes out of here!! This is barely a fraction of the abuse you give us on the daily!"

-But!!!! The worst part is that wukong is good right?! And he doesn't even understand what's technically happening so two things could happen depending on what theme we're going for yeah???

-Either 1) wukong stops coming, gives the loners their space and actually stands up for them outside the theater as well. Opening night he's there frontish row cause you know...he wants to see what macaque sees..not see it for how the other jocks do..and then he slips backstage to offer Mac roses or something and they can start anew in a healthier way.

-Or the more dramatic 2) wukong doesn't quit the show. He's lead and with him there they get a whole new crowd interested in the theater program and macaque has to deal with it...but at least wukong is taking it more seriously. Till the big day..where wukong relaizes as he peeks out of the curtains that all those people..all watching, all waiting...he doesn't get to hide among the team or sit out when he fucks up...he's the lead, if messes up he ruins the whole show. Que his massive stage fright freak out so close to show time

-But macaque isn't a complete ass and he's had plenty of his stage crew who have stage fright..so he pulls wukong aside to a dark quiet space and they have a tender moment there..something along the lines around

"What if I fuck up?!"

"When has that stopped you before peaches?"

"It's nothing compared to this!!!"

"It's not so easy now huh?"

"no..i-I don't think I can do this..."

Which ya know...shows macaque just how bad this is running deep if Wukongs going to bail and humble himself that badly ya know?

-Which is another branch of things that could happen. Macaque doing the simple things of pulling wukong from the show..they have understudies for a reason. Sure they may suffer since the crowd came to see wukong but he's seen panic attacks..and this is the cusp of a big one..one wukong might not recover from.

-The other being the more cuter but again silly movie thing.

"I'm the lead too...just focus on me..just like in practice. The lights will be so bright you won't be able to see them and it will just be us out there..I won't let you mess up..and after, were all going out for food? I'll pay for an extra desert for you."

#monkie kid au #monkie kid #lego monkie king #lmk au #shadowpeach #sun wuking x macaque #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #writing prompt #writing #high school au #hsm the musical #hsm #2am rambles #i wrote this at 2am

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happi-tree · 5 months

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well. obligatory normscary ask. but as a back up if youve already gotten one of those - figayda beloveds

Hihihihi Travvy hope you're having a wonderful day!!! 🧡🧡🧡Now. OBLIGATORY NORMSCARY ANSWER. And also a Figayda answer bc I love them also!

Normscary: Ship It (💙💜) / Don't Ship It

What made you ship it?

Um. Blinks at you. Points at you. Ssdbghsbfkbsbhbs at first I didn't ship it at all bc I was so very into Oakworthy and whatever Scary/Erica/Margarita have going on in my brain, respectively, but your insistence paid off and also multishipping is beautiful forever <333 And then this all happened to coincide with certain events in canon and I was like. Okay yeah. Yeah I get it now.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Speaking of canon events! I really, really, really like how these two have grown to foil and parallel each other in SO many interesting ways. Which personally adds more fuel to the shipping fire for me! Very two-sides-of-the-same-coin meets opposites-attract imo. Like I said with Cheerkicks, they both have a lot more in common than I think they're really aware of, if that makes sense!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't think so! I just think they should kiss. I also really enjoy them as being part of a polywagon situation or as Marloakworthy <333

Figayda: Ship It (❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥) / Don't Ship It

What made you ship it?

This feels like too easy of an answer, but Sophomore Year! I remember scrolling through Fantasy High fics on ao3 after finishing Freshman Year and being like ??? Oh there's someone related to Aguefort??? And they're popularly shipped with Fig, of all people??? Huh. Guess it must be a SY thing. Smash cut to me giggling and kicking my feet upon getting introduced to Ayda and being absolutely overjoyed bc the only thing I could think about was "oh this ship is going to be so cute isn't it I'm going to be feeling like this abt them constantly???" And I was right!!!

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Truly just the. Unlikeliness of it all. Cloistered wizard pirate harpy lady falling hard for the rock n roll wild child tiefling bard with a heart of gold,,, and then said bard being such a bisexual mess about her own feelings in response. The panicked "I kiss her and then I skateboard away!!!" lives Rent Fucking Free in my brain at all times. Also Emily and Brennan portray their relationship so beautifully??? Like truly they had me tearing up at multiple points. I think Fig and Ayda both work very hard to understand each other and communicate properly and that earnest aspect of it combined with all the giddy fluffy high school romance stuff is like kryptonite to me. Congrats you two that's almost the best anyone has ever done it!!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Honestly??? I don't think I've poked around in the d20/Fantasy High fandoms enough to know what is and isn't a popular opinion about them. So I'm gonna echo what I said for Normscary: I just want them to kiss!!! And cuddle. And be cute. Forever <333

Bonus: some live reaction screenshots of me reacting to figayda. That you have already seen. Bc I was talking to you afvashvfhksvfs. But I felt that they should also be immortalized here bc I have not been Visibly Insane abt them much online (yet) (if something bad happens to them in Junior Year I will never recover) <3

Text descriptions under the cut!

[Image 1: A Discord message from "happi-v". It reads "Travis. Travis HELP I’m watching ep 12 of sophomore year and I’m barely containing the urge to yell with excitement" "I can’t believe AYDA was the one to shoot her shot first you go you funky little autistic phoenix girl!!!"]

[Image 2: A Discord message from "happi-v". It reads "YEAH (keysmash)" "I just pressed play again just to pause almost immediately and bang my hand on the table. They’re so fucking CUTE travvy"]

[Image 2: A Discord message from "happi-v". It reads "It was so funny bc I was scrolling through ao3 after finishing freshman year and was just like ??? Oh??? This Ayda person sounds interesting but I don’t know if I’m gonna fall in love with her or anything. And with Fig,,, huh. Okay. I was a FOOL Travvy. A fucking fool. I love Ayda so much"]

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#sorry this took SO long to answer i realized i needed to do some work stuff asfbkajbfjbs #REGARDLESS. NORMSCARY AND FIGAYDA. I AGREE. REBLOG!!!#thanks for the ask travvy!!!#ask game #officialgleamstar #dndads #normscary #d20 #fantasy high #figayda #also i have NO idea if i'm doing the ids correctly but tumblr was not letting me alt text those screenshots so. apologies if it's clunky </

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oatmilk-vampire · 5 months

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Third of December || Steddie

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington x OC (minor)

Summary:

Steve gave Eddie his sweater one cold December day. Then he gave it to Heather.

Inspired by the song Heather by Conan Gray!

Word count: 2.2 of pining and love confessions!

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Eddie Munson has been called a lot of things.

Smart was not one of them.

Because if he was smart he would have confessed his true feelings a long time ago, or he wouldn’t have fallen in love at all.

He would have lived a single existence, the only friends being those in Hellfire or Corroded Coffin. Well, besides Steve of course. But he’s a different story. Different story, same problem.

You see, Eddie never intended to fall for the one popular boy but here he was. The freak falling in love with the former king of Hawkins High. That’s good enough to be a movie.

It’s the third of December. Hawkins has finally recovered from Vecna’s wrath and his name has been cleared. He was a free man, except for the cage he kept himself in.

Because with December came a much colder Hawkins, and with a colder Hawkins came Eddie’s refusal to dress properly for the inclement weather in favor of keeping his normal aesthetic, and with that comes the predicament Eddie Munson currently finds himself in.

Because this man can face high school three times. This man can witness his middle school friend be supernaturally murdered, then be framed for it. This man can survive Demobats. But he couldn’t survive his feelings and he sure as hell couldn’t survive Steve Harrington’s yellow sweater.

“Huh. Looks better on you than it does me, Munson.” Steve had told him with that smile like he doesn’t know what he’s doing to him.

If only Steve knew how much Eddie liked him.

Maybe then he wouldn’t openly check out their former classmate who wandered in to rent Pretty in Pink, and boy, did she look the part.

He couldn’t even fault Steve. She was a sight for sore eyes, her own brighter than the blue sky.

She’s got Steve mesmerized while Eddie dies just a little more inside.

Why would Steve ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty.

Eddie tries not to watch as they oggle each other.

Now Eddie has learned his lesson. He wears winter coats, gloves, and a God forsaken beanie on his head. He doesn't need to borrow anymore of Steve's sweaters, even if he secretly loved it and felt much warmer in the flimsy fabric smelling of Steve's cologne than he ever did in his own winter gear.

But because of this, he now suffers a different fate entirely.

You see, Steve gave her his sweater. It’s just polyester, but Eddie can tell by the way Steve’s eyes light up as she flits across the room in the oversized garment– he likes her better.

He watches as she stands, holding Steve's hand. As Steve puts his arm around her shoulder, Eddie can't help but feel colder.

I wish I was Heather.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel. But then again, kinda wish she were dead.

Eddie distances himself from Steve after that. It's not healthy for him to pretend like he's fine only to shoot daggers at her when their backs are turned. He begins avoiding any group hangouts, knowing Steve will be present with her. At first he still attended, and looked forward to it. It was his opportunity to spend as much time with Steve as possible, using the excuse to get way too close to him. But then Steve started bringing her around and Eddie felt like an outcast yet again as they all fawned over how perfect she is.

At least he still had Hellfire Club. As friendly as Steve was, he still hadn't warmed up to the idea of playing any of Eddie's campaigns; and if any of the kids dared to break character to talk about Steve's new girlfriend, he pulled rank over them and quickly shut them up, allowing DND to be his safespace once more.

His heart aches as he hears the phone ringing, knowing it's got to be the very one he's avoiding. No one else was really close enough to be calling him, except for maybe Dustin.

“Hello?” His voice reflects his mood, down and unwilling to socialize. It wasn’t a Hellfire night, so there’s no reason for him to leave his and Uncle Wayne’s trailer.

“Eds! Hey, man. Wanted to see if you were up for a movie night?”

“Who all’s going to be there?” He already knows the answer.

“Oh, just…” He begins rattling off their mutual friends’ names. Usually Eddie tunes him out after the first name – Heather – but Eddie didn’t hear the trigger word yet.

“Um,” He starts, not wanting to remind him to invite his girlfriend if by some miracle he had forgotten, but Eddie didn’t want to go and get stuck there with her even more.

“Um?” Steve prompts when Eddie forgets to speak.

“Oh, um, is Heather going to be there?”

The line is silent and for a second Eddie has the irrational thought that Steve hung up on him for asking such a stupid question. Of course she’s going to be there.

“No, she’s not. I don’t think she’ll be around for any other movie nights either. Or any hangouts for that matter.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Is she dead?

“Oh my God. Steve, what happened? I’m so sorry.” He rushes out, imagining metal wrapped around a tree or even worse– another entity from the Upside Down.

“Nothing happened, we just sorta broke up. It was pretty mutual. I don’t really wanna go into it right now, if that’s okay?”

Oh shit. Oh shit. He didn’t have to feel regret! She isn’t dead, so Eddie doesn’t have to feel bad about feeling so happy…

Who was he kidding? Of course he should feel bad. His good friend, and possible love of his life, is hurting and probably doesn’t want to be alone right now, hence the impromptu movie night with all of his friends.

Shame on him for being relieved at Steve being very freshly single.

“Oh, okay. Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you or anything, Stevie. Yeah, I’ll be right over.”

“Great, thanks, Eddie. Can’t wait to see you.”

Steve can’t wait to see me.

Eddie’s heart picks up speed.

“I can’t wait to see you either.”

The movie of the night is Stand by Me, followed by Ferris Bueller’s Day Off for those who wanted to stick it out and hang out longer.

Only Dustin and Eddie wanted to stay, and understandably so. Their shared best friend was hurting, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

When the movie was over and the three collectively realized it was indeed a weeknight which meant school for Dustin and Eddie –unfortunately he was held back yet another year thanks to the mess Vecna brought– and work for Steve. Eddie offered to give Dustin the ride home, allowing him to chuck his bike into the back of his van.

He watches in silence as Dustin forgeos his and Steve’s usual handshake, instead going in for a solid hug. Eddie follows suit as soon as Dustin clears out and takes his keys to wait in the van.

“You gonna be okay, Stevie?”

“Yeah, man. I’m good. Thanks for coming. It means a lot.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way Steve tries to maintain eye contact but fails miserably as his eyes look anywhere but Eddie’s.

“Of course. If you need anything please let me know. We can hangout again soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” he agrees more cheerfully than he sounded just a moment ago.

He had kept a cheerful and joking attitude about him pretty much all night but Eddie saw it slip more than once when it was just the two of them in conversation.

They exchange one more smile before Eddie turns away to take the younger teen home.

He barely gets out of Dustin’s neighborhood before he’s racing back to Steve’s.

Despite breaking a few speed limits, the drive to Steve’s felt longer than usual, like Eddie was moving in slow motion.

He only got hurled back into the present when he stepped up to the grand door.

He takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

He knocks on the door quickly and without rhythm, only realizing how harshly he was banging on it when Steve yanks the door open with a bewildered expression.

He must think I’m a crazy person. Maybe I am.

“Eddie? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Jesus, I thought you were the cops. Is everything okay?” His eyes rake over his body, then peer behind him to check for imaginary threats.

“Why would I be the cops? I'm okay, I think, but I really need to talk to you.”

“Okay, um, come in.” Steve ushers him in and locks the door behind them. “Jeez, when you said hangout again soon I didn’t think you meant in thirty minutes!”

When Steve’s joke doesn’t land he switches back to his infamous protector mode. “Are you okay? You’re kind of scaring me.”

“I don’t know. I feel like I’ve made a horrible mistake– Wait, no. No. Not a mistake, just… I waited too long. My timing is terrible.

“Oh.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, “Um, okay, well no time better than the present, right?”

“Maybe. It completely depends on how you feel in about two minutes.”

“How I feel? Eds, come on. Talk to me.”

Eddie sighs and scrubs a hand down in frustration for himself. Just spit it out, Munson!

“It’s just– I completely misunderstood you. I was so stuck on the image I had of you. That you were just some guy–”

“I am just some guy.” He interjects, confusion clouding his voice.

“No. That’s not what I mean. I mean I thought you were just King Steve. Some womanizer-type guy. You’re not just some guy. You’re special. You’re one of a kind. I thought I hated you for so many reasons but I realized it’s not that at all.”

“Eds, we’ve had this talk before, remember?” He almost giggles at him and Eddie feels like he’s going to combust.

“Not this talk, Stevie. I’ve never had this talk and I doubt you have too.”

“And what talk is that?” Steve holds his breath.

“I thought I hated you because I thought I was jealous of you, but I realized it wasn’t that at all.” He takes a rasping breath as he steps closer to Steve who was staring into his dark, watery eyes. “I realized I don’t want to be you. I want to be with you.”

He takes one more step closer, their lips just a breath away.

“I realized I love you.”

Eddie is thoroughly surprised when Steve kisses him first. My God, were his lips soft.

Steve Harrington is kissing me. Oh my God! Steve is kissing me! Played on loop in his head for the whole duration. His lips tasted of root beer and cigarettes, Steve must’ve had one while Eddie was away.

“I’m so glad you feel this way too.” Steve breathes across his lips as he pulls away.

“Yeah, man. I’ve pretty much felt like this since we got roped into trying to save the world together, at least that’s when I realized my actual feelings about you.”

“Same. I was always just too scared to act on it.” Steve admits with a blush staining his cheeks and Eddie thinks he’s never looked more gorgeous.

“Well I’m glad you finally did. But, Stevie, I don’t want this to be some rebound for you or anything. So if you need time or space, we can pick up on this at a later date.” He offers sincerely.

Steve doesn’t hesitate to shake his head. “No way, we’ve waited long enough. You’re not a rebound. You could never be a rebound.”

“But you and Heather literally just broke up.” Eddie insists, “Her side of the bed isn’t even cold yet, Steve.”

Eddie tries to ignore how Steve flinches.

“You’re why we broke up, though, Eds. She knew I wasn’t perfectly straight, and I knew she wasn’t you. It would have never worked out even if we wanted it to. Plus she was a little homophobic and that’s not cool.”

“Ew. Glad she’s out of the picture then.”

“Me too.” Steve’s eyes sparkled as he very obviously looked back to Eddie’s lips, licking his own.

“Down boy.” Eddie jokes despite being just as eager to kiss Steve again, to do a lot more with Steve.

Steve huffs. “I just had my first gay kiss, let me live a little.”

Laughter bubbles out of Eddie and Steve follows suit.

“God, why did it take us so long to figure out our feelings?” Eddie questions as Steve goes in for a proper hug that Eddie happily responds to.

“Beats me. I’m just glad we finally did.”

Eddie pulls back just enough to make Steve look him in his eyes.

“Okay, serious question.”

“Yes?”

“Can I have your sweater back now?”

Steve shakes with the force of his laughter.