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q8852p · 3 years ago

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i dunno if you do angst or not, but would you be able to do an eddie angst where the reader is about to confess to eddie how they have liked him for awhile and they over hear him talking shit to the other hellfire club members and they lose hope and start to ignore eddie? you can choose how you want the ending to be :)) thank you !! im looking forward to reading it if you do it

"It Was A Little Mistake"

Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst, kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing

Word Count: 1,671 words 8,727 characters

Summary: Request gives basic summary

For some people, it came as a surprise when they heard you hung out with the freak of Hawkins. You were surprised when others were surprised. Did it just not seem like you would? You weren't popular, but you guess you weren't really an outsider either. You never talked to kids who were considered popular or not many who were considered losers-- unless Chrissy Cunningham was considered popular and Eddie Munson a loser. You usually talked to Chrissy at parties when Jason was with the team, and she saw the chance away from the crowds of people when she was near you. With Eddie, you two started hanging out after grabbing the same Black Sabbath cassette tape.

"Uh...I had this first, so I'll just take it," you said, tugging it towards yourself.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I had my eyes on it first, so it's definitely mine." He pulled it towards him.

"Dude, I grabbed it first. Just give it to me."

"If I can't have it, nobody can." He gave one last tug with all his strength and threw the tape on the floor, breaking it into what looked like a million pieces, then realized he had it just in his hands for a few seconds and could've taken it.

"You break it, you buy it," a voice yelled, then having you two run out and run to your cars, driving off. The next day, bright and early in the morning, Eddie Munson saw the one and only guy he saw at the music store, and it got even worse seeing you starting to walk up to him. "Munson is it? Eddie Munson" you asked, with just a hint of annoyance in your voice. Were you stalking him now? Oh god, you probably knew every single thing about him. Every secret. Everything! "Hello?" you waved your hand in front of his face to have him snap back into reality. "Yea, that’s me," the man with the birds' nest in his hair said.

"You owe me ten bucks."

"Even better... I'll take you to a little fun game." He didn't really have ten bucks, so he decided why not invite this cute person to something even better than 10 bucks! His dnd campaign!

Eddie didn't really tell you what he meant, but after school, he met with you at the room where they had their meetings, and to be honest, you never really looked at this room, seeing all the stuff for maybe theater. You saw a table surrounded by guys that had the same shirts as Eddie did, saying ‘HELLFIRE CLUB’ with a devil or demon it looked like and other things.

You never really talked to any of the people here, but you knew some of them just by their names. Mike Wheeler is the brother of Nancy Wheeler. Dustin Henderson hangs out with Steve Harrington. Lucas Sinclair is on the basketball team. Gareth’s talked to me a few times. The others you had no idea about, but you looked for a free chair and, luckily, it looked like Eddie had put one out for you! You sat down in it and looked at the game that was set out on the table. The whole game, you were confused and confused about how this made up for your ten dollars.

After that day, Eddie made it up to you after you kept asking for the 10 dollars, and he just bought you the cassette tape at that point. You did continue to hang out with the Hellfire Club and became friends with them all, still keeping your place as not a loser and not popular. Now, after a few months of keeping that place and hanging out with the club and Eddie outside of school, you started to develop feelings for THE Edward Munson. You weren't in some little romance movie, so you definitely couldn't just tell him straight up, so maybe give hints?

You started to sit closer to him.

You left little flirty words when talking to him

Tried nicknames

You got kinda touchy (put your hand on his mostly).

Nothing.

You even told him "I like you."

He laughed it off.

Now you were in your room, laying in the middle of your bed, arms and legs spread out, wondering if he liked you back. He never stopped smiling around you. He was always calling you cute names... but then again, he did those with basically everyone he got along with. You rolled over on your stomach, groaning in a complaint, then kicking your mattress over and over till your legs hurt. Something came to your head. It’s like 6 pm. Eddie is probably setting up for hellfire. Alone. You rushed to get up and put on your slippers because of how much you were in a rush, then ran out of the house and got into your car to drive to Hawkins High School even after you left like two hours or three ago. You saw Eddie's van and parked next to it, getting out of the car and stuffing the keys into your pocket. Going inside the school, you heard muffled arguing, so you walked towards it, seeing the slightly open door to the theater room, but when you were going to walk in, the mention of your name made you freeze.

"You said they told you they liked you as a joke? Well, do you like them? " you heard Micheal Wheeler say

"Like them? [your name]? Are you joking right wheeler?" Eddie laughed, "They’re not my type. Let's say I like people who give me some space. That is the opposite of them. They’re always near me like if they aren't they’ll die! There's no way someone could be into that." The group laughed, continuing to completely shit on you. The way you act, the way you dress. The people you spoke to. Every Single. Thing. How could you be so stupid to think Eddie would like you? The only reason the two of you started talking was that you told him he owed you ten dollars. If you hadn't gone up to him that day, you wouldn't have spoken a word to him and he wouldn't have to you either. You could feel tears filling your eyes just threatening to come out if you didn't leave.

You did end up going home and face-planting into your bed, instantly sobbing into your pillow with the things the club had been saying were repeating over and over in your head, basically being imprinted into your mind. The one thing that stuck out to you the most was what Eddie said before you left "Meeting them was a little mistake. Trust me. I don't want them here any less than you guys do. I feel bad for anybody who dates them," his voice said, filled with hatred and annoyance but a small bit of regret that you didn't pick up. That's when you left, so that’s all you had heard, and you were glad you left since you don't think you could take anymore.

The next day felt like the devil himself planned this day. You got up and took a shower bright and early in the morning, then did whatever you did before going off to school, and when you got to the parking lot, it was getting filled with student cars and people getting dropped off. You drove into the parking lot quickly, taking a parking spot that someone almost stole from you. You got out of the car and ran your hands through your fingers, walking to the school doors. "[Your name]!!" someone called, but you ignored it and continued walking through the halls. "[Your Name]!" was called out again, so you turned your head and saw the metal head walking towards you with his hands in his pocket and a smile on his face, acting like he was innocent. Like he didn't hate you. Like he didn't even say your whole friendship was a mistake and he didn't even want it to happen. Sometimes you just wanted to choke him till his face turned blue, but you didn't let your thoughts get the best of you or you’d end up in prison.

All day he had been trying to get your attention, but you either walked in another direction, hid around corners, or simply just ignored him, acting as if he didn't even exist. Now on his side, he didn't know what to do. He tried walking beside you and talking, but you didn't even breathe his way. Not even a little side-eye. What did he do? Did a rumor come out about him? Did you just not feel well? Did you not want to be friends? He saved a spot for you at the hellfire’s table right next to him..no show. He was even saving an extra drink for you. Last night they didn't finish the campaign due to all the talk about you, so he told everyone to come the next day so they could get a little further, probably just for an hour. It was after school and he left you a note in your locker that said they were having hellfire if you wanted to come. You read it... then threw it away.

While the guys were at Hellfire, he stared at the empty seat that had been left for you. Where were you? What did he do?

A week has passed. Then 2. Then 3. Then, somehow, it was 21 weeks, 147 days, 3528 hours, and 211680 minutes without you. You were ignoring him every second of the day forcing yourself to get over him since its not like he’d ever date you anyways. Meanwhile, Eddie tried to make it up to you. he didnt know why you ignored him. You told him a month later in a little paper but never spoke to him again. He bought you a few things to make it up to you, but none worked. He missed your smile. He missed your laugh. He missed how on little movie nights you’d add some random candies to the popcorn. He missed you. He made the biggest mistake ever. Losing you.

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed reading!

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q8852p · 3 years ago

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Tom Riddle X Male Reader

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Authors Note: I was writing this idea out so well until I read the request again and found out that the reader is paralyzed, my dumbass misread it and I had to go back and make so many corrections 😅, but either way, I hope you enjoy it and sorry if it feels short!

Requested: I have been meaning to ask this request for so long~ Maybe Tom Riddle being the all perfect boy of Slytherin falling for the paralyzed sweet [Y/N] of Hufflepuff who goes around the school in his broomstick. [Y/N] helps people like those who are tricked by Parvees in the wrong staircase, things flying to the ceiling due to a spell gone worng or getting things from high selves of the library. And Tom just can't help but fall in love with him and is just a total simp. It can be totally fluffy but you can add hints of angst, all to your choice

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of bullying, reader is paralyzed, Tom is soft, Tom is also a bit of an asshole, cute moments.

Word count: 2k

Tags: @nobodylivesson

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Tom riddle lived in his own world, he was in control of everything and everyone around him. Many students at Hogwarts have tried to get him into trouble but he was far too perfect of a student to be doing anything wrong. All of the professors and previous students knew that Tom Riddle is the perfect of Hogwarts and of the Slytherin house.

He gained everyone’s respect and got what he wanted. Well, almost everything. It all started at the beginning of his sixth year in Hogwarts, new students were coming into the school and being sorted out into their houses. Tom never payed attention to these ceremonies, always ignoring them and instead focused on a book he was reading or trying to enjoy his food while everyone cheered on.

The only time he ever looked up was when a new student was announced to be in the same year as him. It was rare to have late student join Hogwarts, the boy used to attend school back in America but had moved here instead and found a way to attend Hogwarts.

When Tom looked up, his eyes meet the new boy, who stood in front of everyone. He was the last to be sorted into his house, becoming the spotlight for everyone. The boy didn’t seem nervous or anxious, instead he stepped forward and sat down on the chair while he was sorted into his new house. He didn’t expect the sorting hat to yell out Hufflepuff, startling the young boy while the Hufflepuff table cheered.

Tom eyes the boy, looking him up and down. He shakes his head, telling himself to ignore the new sixth year and to focus on his studies, ignoring the other students talking as he concentrates on his book. But the thought of the new student kept coming to mind, losing concentration on his book, reading the same sentence over and over again to the point where he slammed his book shut, startling a few students around him.

He sighs deeply and lifts his gaze, shifting his eyes around the room until they land on the Hufflepuff who sat on the opposite side of the room. Tom watched as he spoke with others around him, interacting with them and quickly making friends. Tom wants to roll his eyes, not knowing why. He didn’t know why he kept thinking about him, he should’ve ignored him like he does to everyone else.

His eyes remain on the Hufflepuff, before he pull his gaze away he froze. His eyes widening softly as he takes in the new Hufflepuff smiling. That smile—Tom feels his heart beating fast and his face growing red. His eyes grow wide in horror as he shakes his head and stands up startled. He couldn’t, no—he shouldn’t be feeling this way.

“What’s the matter?” He hears Malfoy ask him, sitting on his left side while a concerned look on his face. Tom clears his throat. “It’s nothing.” He is quick to respond, gathering his things. “I need to check on something, round up the first years after dinner and take them to the common room. I’ll be there shortly.” Tom instructs Malfoy before storming out.

Tom couldn’t think straight, he was far too focused on the thought of the new Hufflepuff that he nearly crashes into a wall.

“Watch it!” One of the paintings shouts at him, which he glared back in return. He walks away from the paintings and towards an empty space. Tom groans to himself, leaning his head against the stone wall as he thinks about the way he’s feeling and reacting, he’s seen other student react this way before. They only react like this when they’ve fallen in love or gained an attraction towards someone.

Tom riddle had fallen for a Hufflepuff boy and he couldn’t stop thinking about him.

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The first time he meets the Hufflepuff their outside in the court yard, he’s sitting on a bench reading a book when he hears shouting that causes him to look up. He sees a young Ravenclaw girl, probably a second year, sitting on top of a tree. She’s holding on tight and afraid from how high she is, before Tom can stand up and do anything about it, he is quickly beaten by the Hufflepuff boy who rode on a broomstick, helping the young girl down as he smiles at her.

As they moved closer to the ground he helps her off and waved off the second year. Tom raised a brow, suddenly approaching the Hufflepuff. “Broomsticks aren’t allowed in the court yard.” He blurts out, sounding off a bit rude.

The other looks up at him and opens and closes his mouth. “But I need it.” He says. “Need it? I doubt you need to ride that thing around. The professors won’t be too happy to know that you are using it.”

The boy glared at him. “First of all, the Professors and headmaster already know that I need to use this broom to get around.”

“And why is that?” Tom crossed his arms over his chest.

“I can’t walk.”

Tom scoffs. “You we’re walking just fine during the sorting.”

“I was using a special potion that can help me walk, I don’t use it as much since it affects me mentally and my magic.” He explains, causing Tom to close his mouth quickly. The Slytherin Prince starts to feel embarrassed by his attitude and the way he questioned him.

Tom looks away, ashamed of himself. “I apologize for my rudeness, that’s something I didn’t know. I was simply following the rules and didn’t want you to get into trouble.” He explains himself.

The other chuckles. “Of course you were, the Slytherin Prince of Hogwarts is always perfect.” The Hufflepuff had moved close to Tom, poking him on the ribs in a teasing matter. “Goodbye Tommy.” He adds, leaving the perfect flustered and red faced.

Tom doesn’t see him again until two days later, during his time alone he was able to find out the Hufflepuffs name and a bit more about his history. He’s heard stories or more like rumors, about Y/n and his family and why they moved to London. Others said that it was due to business while others claimed to be bullying and how much Y/n struggled with the ability to stay in school and deal with the terrible treatment.

Tom didn’t know what to believe and he didn’t want to believe anything until he’s gotten the full story from Y/n himself. He’s grown curious of him, wanting to get closer to him. But, he always held himself back. Not knowing what to say or how to start a conversation, he was unsure if Y/n even liked him after their little incident in the courtyard. He didn’t want to say anything else that could offend Y/n or possibly anger him.

Tom walks down the corridors during the weekend, all students were either visiting hogsmade or exploring around the castle and doing their own thing. Tom was on his way to the library when he hears shouting and laughter from a distance, causing him to raise a brow as he walks faster towards the noise.

He steps out into the court yard, watching a group of Slytherin and Ravenclaw circling around Y/n, picking on him and laughing as they tried to take his broom, shoving him off. Tom is quick to react, running up to the group and shoving the students aside, catching Y/n before he hits the ground.

“What in the bloody hell is wrong with you all?!” Tom shouts, anger boiling inside of him as he cradled Y/n close, glaring at the students. He carefully gets up and helps Y/n back on his broom. “You should be ashamed of yourselves.” Tom hissed out, turning his attention back to the other students who froze in fear at the sight of Hogwarts Prince.

“I don’t think you’d be happy if I were to report this to the headmaster? I think he should know about the mistreatment you’ve all been giving Y/n.” He threatens.

“We didn’t mean too.” One Ravenclaw stutters out, trying to guilt trip him but it wasn’t working on Tom. He was far too furious to feel guilty, stepping forward he says. “If I see you tormenting Y/n again, I wont hesitate to make the rest of your year a living hell.” He Said, voice growing dark startling the students away, leaving them alone.

Toms shoulders relax as he turns back to face Y/n. “Thank you.” He hears him whisper out, head down while picking on some wood from his broomstick. “Have they’ve been doing this a lot?” Tom questions.

“Not really, only once or twice. I’m used it.”

Tom frowns at his words. “I’m guessing you’ve dealt with this also in America?” Y/n bites his lip nervously, looking away and shrugging his shoulders. “It’s complicated.”

“We have time.” Tom was willing to listen, offering his hand to Y/n to take in order to sit down. Y/n takes toms hand, gasping in surprise when Tom gathers him in his arms, stepping backwards, not wanting to get the broom in the way and tripping them up.

Tom takes another step back, tripping over a rock. His eyes widen, hearing Y/n squeak as he keeps his arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. Tom doing the same as he holds him in his arms and stumbles back against a tree, slamming his back against it and knocking the wind out of him.

“Shit.” Tom wheezed out, slowly sliding down to the ground and gently letting go of Y/n. “Oh!—are you alright?” Y/n removes himself from Toms lap, giving him space to breath again. “I’m sorry.”

Tom shakes his head, groaning. “Don’t apologize, my fault.” He assured him. Once he’s able to breath again he makes sure to reassure Y/n since the young boy was panicking and his eyes full of worry. After things get cleared up the two are sitting side by side, quiet and alone.

“I’m sorry if I got you upset the other day.” Tom decides to speak up, looking straight ahead. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You didn’t—not many people know about my situation.” Y/n gives Tom a smile. “A lot of kids back in America teased me—bullied me, actually. I didn’t enjoy my time their, could barely make it to class without them picking on me or taking my broom away. It was a hard time and I didn’t tell my parents about it,” he sighs to himself. “But my parents did in the end, found out that I was failing a lots and approached my headmaster about it. They told my parents about my situation and how I was being treated. It caused my parents to grow upset, pulling me out of school and forcing me to stay home.” He taps his fingers on his thighs, focusing on something else and not wanting to meet Toms gaze.

“I could have gone to a muggle school, but my parents didn’t want that. So, we moved here due to my parents business but also a good opportunity to start fresh and possibly a new school too.”

“But it still remained the same.” Tom whispers back, getting a silent nod in return. The two sit silently against the tree, taking in the cool breeze as Tom, sits up in his spot. “That won’t happen anymore, not when I’m here.” He suddenly says, catching them by surprise. “After what happened today I don’t think they’ll be bugging you anymore.” He clarifies, standing from his spot and giving Y/n a soft smile. He offers his hand to him, which he takes, making Tom bend down and help him back up by slipping his arm underneath his legs.

Y/n blushed softly as Tom carried him over to his broom and helps him sit. “Think you’ll be alright from here?” Tom asks.

Y/n nodded his head. “I’ll be fine.” He bites his lip. “Thank you—for helping, again.” Tom lets a chuckle slip from his lips. “I’m glad to help.”

“Would, would it be okay if we can talk again? Maybe, be friends?” Y/n questions. Ever since he came to Hogwarts he hasn’t made a single friend. No one wanted to be near him or wanted to speak with him, he only spoke to a few students here and there and helped them out but no one tried to befriend him.

“How about the library tomorrow afternoon? I’d like some peace and quiet and maybe you can help me with some studies.” Tom requests, earning a wide smile from the other who nods frantically. “Of course! I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n Waves tom off, flying off and leaving tom alone.

Toms lips form a small smile at the thought of seeing the Hufflepuff again.

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q8852p · 3 years ago

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can i get steve with a bf who’s one of brenners ex patients who uses a lot of his powers and almost injuries himself with some angst to fluff with sentence 7 and 23?

Battle of Starcourt // Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

A/N: Okay this takes place in season three, during the battle of star court mall. You escaped the same time as Eleven, despite being older than her (You were 004 but chose Y/N for some reason) and you guys stayed together during the escape but you went straight into high school since you had much better understanding of language and social cues. Your powers are mainly being able to make people feel certain emotions or think certain things but you have some telekensis.

Triggers: Death, cursing, violence, angst

tropes: idkkk

Summary: While El is in danger of being destroyed by the Mindflayer after Billy's scarifice, yuou decide to invade the mind of the Mindflayer to save her.

Eleven was on the ground, her powers were gone. Billy's body was on the ground too but the monster was still roaring. You were nearly out of the makeshift bombs Lucas had given you.

You knew what you had to do. Eleven was ten times more powerful then you, she was the one the Mindflayer wanted. She had to survive this. You look over to your boyfriend who's panicking now.

"I need to help her." You yell to Steve over the roars. "I'm going down there."

"What? No! Are you crazy? You'll die! I can't lose you!" Steve yells back, his face pale and twisted in pain. The way Steve loves you without you ever using your powers on him makes your heart skip beats. You know Steve will never let you do this, so you do the one thing you never thought you'd do.

Using your powers, you make him hate you. You make him angry at you, wanting you to die. The way his face changes breaks your heart in two.

"You know what? Fuck you! Go do it! Go fuck off and die! Do you know how much it hurts to love you?" Steve snarls, anger and hatred soaking every word. "Go die for El! Go fucking die already!"

Your slightly confused. Steve should even remember loving you at this point but he does. Not able to handle his words, you jump down the balcony, landing in front of Billy and Eleven softly.

You close your eyes and begin to invade the mind of the MIndflayer somehow. It's dark, scary and terrifying. Pictures of gruesome death and torture flood you, hitting you at the same time.

An unearthly scream leaves both you and the creature at the same time and you fall to your knees. Emotions that you don't even understand or know the names of fill you. You can tell your nose is bleeding, your ears and eyes are too. All you can do is scream and try to focus more energy into killing this thing.

"What is he doing? Y/N! Y/N!" Everyone on the balcony is screaming at you and suddenly, Steve is snapped out of the spell you had placed him under. Your strength is too focus on the Mindflayer to make him hate you.

"Y/N!" A cry rips itself from Steve's throat as he races towards the stairs, desperate to get to you. Panic and fear build within him as he flies down the stairs. You're levitating through the air, slowly getting higher and higher.

Joyce finally manages to flip the switch and kills the Mindflayer with a simple flick of her wrists. Your mind goes blank, darkness swarming you as you fall through the air, the hard floor getting closer.

Steve catches you just as you're about to hit the ground. You're out cold in his arms, blood covering your face. Small, uneven breaths are the only noise you're making. Your eyes flutter open and shut, trying to make out the blurry shape of your boyfriend. Steve's hand intertwines with yours and you squeeze lightly.

"Y/N? Y/N, baby come on babe, you need to wake up. You need to stay with me. Open your eyes babe." Your eyes close softly and hot tears are running down both of your faces. "Hey! Hey! Stay with me! You're not allowed to die on me! You promised me you wouldn't die on me! Come on please Y/N. Please I- I can't lose you. I can't."

Max's sobbing frame is crumpled in Eleven's lap over her dead step-brother. Every single person watches in horror at the scene before them. Your grip on Steve's hand tightens before going limp completely.

"Y/N? Y-Y/N?" Steve's voice cracks and breaks as he shakes you, as if he shook you hard enough you could come back. "No. No no no no! No! Fucking hell! Shit! Wake up! Wake up please baby! Baby please just- just open your eyes please. I love you so much, you can't die on me."

The darkness in your brain swells. You're not dead. You're in a weird space inbetween. It's quiet here. It's almost peaceful. You kind of want to stay here. You can rest here. It's quiet. That is until you hear the scream. It's Steve screaming at you. No, not at you- for you. For you to wake up out of this goddamn haze and come back. Come back to him. For you to come back because he loves you.

He fucking loves you.

The memories come flooding back. Escaping the lab, meeting Steve for the first time, becoming friends with him and then when you kissed for the first time, in the locker room after basketball practice. Listening to music in his car, meeting Robin, learning about DnD.

You don't want to stay here.

You want Steve.

You start to scream back. Yelling that you were here, that you were going to come back. That you would never leave him. As if your body had a will of it's own, you started running.

"Steve, I don't think he's waking up." Dustin's voice cracks at the end of his sentence. "I- I'm sorry."

"No. No, he's- he's not dead. H- he can't be. He promised me Dustin. Promised." Steve's eye don't look away from you as he begins to sob, trying to wake up, as if you're asleep. "Please Y/N. Please wake up, I need you. I love you so much I need you to wake up please."

You coughed. You fucking coughed.

"Y-Y/N?" Steve pulls you closer, his eyes filled with tears and hope.

"Steve." You murmur back and Steve breaks into sobs again, pulling you tightly to him in a hug. His sobs are of relief this time. "I'm sorry Steve."

"'S okay. You're okay. You're okay now." Steve repeats over and over in your ears. "I love you. So much. I really do."

"I know Steve. I know."

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q8852p · 3 years ago

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GOOD PLACE REFREENCE AND STRANGER THINGS?????

Steve: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Eddie: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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q8852p · 3 years ago

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Jonathan Byers x amab reader Harrington? Maybe Steve has a twin brother who comes home from another state and sees Jonathan in the school one day and finds him attractive? So he starts hanging out with him more, and they get really close, way too close even, and they start going out in private, and then one day Jonathan just rails him in his car?

WORTH YOU. + JONATHAN BYERS

m.list / nav. / tip. / taglist. synopsis. you'd spent a lot of time with Jonathan, and before you knew it, your feelings for him had surfaced. you tried to hide the uneasy feeling that surrounded you whenever you two hung out alone. author's note. the kissing scene is inspired by my favorite book “Perks of being a Wallflower”. I was literally reading it before writing it and went….wait. also sorry that its kinda long i got so into the show that i'm watching and just mashed together ideas.

[ ❥ ] pairing. jonathan byers x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 7.4k

[ ❥ ] genre & warnings. 18+, male reader, twin reader, black sheep, top!jonathan, bottom!reader, heavy angst at the start, mentions of mental illness, outcasts, internalized homophobia, messy confessions, pining, first kiss, first time, not show canon cause idc, oral (m), jonathan giving that gawk gawk 9000, kind of discrete sex, fuckin in a car, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, grammaly is my beta reader sorry for the mistakes

You never considered Hawkins, Indiana to be a fucked up place; moreover, you just thought the town was pretty washed up, lacking adventure and difference.

It seemed like there would always be people in your business, no matter the situation at hand, always judging you for some gossip that had slipped from your personal life.

That had been the main reason you had to move away for almost an entire year, resting in the guest room of your grandparent's barn house across the states.

Your father made up his mind that sending you away to live with your grandparents would be better than you continuing to stay with them and being rumored to be a "tainted" child in the Harrington family. You weren't tainted, or at least you didn't believe you were.

You found yourself to just be mentally ill in terms of your lack of happiness declining all because of your parent's lack of affection growing up.

Another trait that you had gained during your very confusing journey of rocky puberty was the weird gut feeling you would get for the other boys in your class. You knew it was odd to see boys the same way your brother would see girls.

So you suppressed the feelings all the way until you wouldn't feel anything. But of course, people in Hawkins would talk.

They would talk until it would lead to the solitude of your home, the one place that you had thought to feel safe. But that was a lie as long as your father lived there.

People took notice of the way you would hang back, how you would rather be alone in your head instead of being a social butterfly like your other half, Steve.

People could purely take you apart just from one glance. Steve cares a lot about his self-image as well as the public opinion of perfection screwed into his perfect little brain.

You, on the other hand, were more carefree, wearing clothes that just felt comfortable and speaking in the same flat tone to everyone only whenever you had something to say.

You truly were the Harrington family black sheep, which didn't fit your family's perfect image, so your father did what any parent would do with their mentally ill child in the 80s: send you away to be someone else's problem.

That someone else being your kind and caring grandparents out in the sticks, their farm becoming your home for a nice handful of years, all the way until your grandparents decided that they couldn't financially care for you anymore.

You didn't blame them as they sent you back home to Hawkins, having already returned to the years of grown trauma. You were less than happy to be back home.

Along with seeing how much your twin brother had changed dramatically appearance-wise. Steve having gotten more toned from being on the basketball team.

You were visibly more scrawny, your hair longer just chin-length, not even enough care to trim it, along with your lack of pale skin from spending most of your time on the farm outside with the animals.

Steve just seemed like the more sheltered version of you, like everything that could have gone right.

You tried blending in with everyone; you tried. It seemed like people would instantly recognize you from middle school.

The rumored "other brother." eyes would be on you everywhere the moment you stepped foot through the Hawkins school hallways with your head held high and music blaring from your headphones.

You were the mystery child that everyone wanted to know. You rejected the social cue, stomped on it, and kicked it out of your way. You didn't care for the social cliches or the weird "king Steve" title your brother had earned from being Mr. Popular.

Unknowingly, you had tipped the scale that had held your high school from tumbling apart. You were off the hinges, not following any of the "rules" that Steve passed on as advice. You saw it all as just silly things that silly people follow.

Which was why you had taken a liking towards Jonathan Byers.

You hadn't known the boy earlier in your childhood, not really recognizing him as any of the kids that you would play with down the street until you realized that when you were younger, your parents practically handpicked the children that you were allowed to be friends with.

You guessed that was the main reason you attached to Jonathan so quickly; his outcast and shy demeanor just clicked with your personality.

You just being polar opposites, him just wanting to keep his head down, although out of high school, you just wanted to stand up for yourself and have fun.

The more you hung with the dark brunette, the more you realized how angry Steve would become with you, almost throwing a tantrum, seeing you sneak out only to find the Byers boy waiting in your driveway waiting to pick you up.

You didn't understand why Steve had been so pissed about Jonathan, not really caring much to listen to the whole thing with his new fling, Nancy Wheeler.

You chose to stay out of any relationships he had in hopes that he would catch the idea and follow suit.

It seemed like you had spent a lot of your time hanging out with Jonathan. If you weren't at school, you were at his place, and if you weren't at his place, you were chilling behind the counter keeping him company at his part-time job.

You two had become attached at the hip, spending so much time together that even Joyce would be surprised if she hadn’t bumped into you during the afternoons that she had been returning home from her job.

And before you know it, something clicks. Your suppressed emotions are now finally coming to the surface like a shaken can of soda.

When you realized that the feelings you had towards Jonathan were more than just wanting to be friends, you found yourself thinking of more.

You were degrading yourself by thinking of your best friend in such inappropriate ways. But you were good at pretending, masking the uncomfortable feeling that shook around you every time you two would hang out alone.

Jonathan had to pretend like he hadn't noticed, pretend like he didn't notice you slipping away from him. Getting into a heated argument with Steve, your own brother, calls you a freak.

The one person that you had grown up with being the number one reason you felt so out of place in the world, you had to run to the only person that you knew would listen.

Jonathan woke at you climbing through his widow the moon outlining your stumbling figure as you asked him if he wanted to go somewhere to talk with tears brimming your eyes.

Jonathan tiredly agrees to drive you to the Quarry. There you two sat on the hood of his car and just talked. You vented until you couldn't anymore, telling Jonathan how out of sorts you felt with your family falling into shambles. It was nice to get things off your chest.

A peaceful moment of silence falls between you two. You can hear the sound of your heart lightly thumping against your chest just as you were about to call it a night. Before you know it, you turn your head and kiss the boy next to you.

You kiss Jonathan Byers, not on the cheek, not a peck, but a full-on kiss on the mouth.

A real kiss. The full-fledged kiss happens so quickly that Jonathan sort of freezes, his hands resting along your arm as he just lets your mouth attack.

His not being able to process that your lips were moving against his mouth, the kiss doesn't last that long. You lean away and just sort of sit there, processing what the hell just happened.

"I’m sorry." Your voice whispers as you look past Jonathan, your eyes unfocused as you try to make sense of all the sudden emotions washing over you.

"No, that's okay." Jonathan replies, his tone laced with sincerity.

"Really, Jonathan, I’m so sorry."

"No, really. It's okay Y/N." There was another beat of silence as you two just took it all in. You could feel your chest rising with every deep breath you took.

You hated it.

You hated feeling everything all at once. You didn't know what to do. You just wanted it all to stop. Before you know it, Jonathan is pulling you into a hug.

It's not a crappy side hug thing that you give your relatives when you're visiting them during the holidays; it's a real hug, one that feels like he was single-handedly trying to pull you down from that gray thundering cloud you had mounted yourself on.

When you pull away from the hug, Jothan doesn't say anything. You both don't speak much after following his lead as he ducks back into the car and starts the engine, his headlights beaming awake as Jonathan halts once more, his hands hovering over his steering wheel.

Before you could ask what's wrong, he moves in to kiss you again.

And you just let him. You don't know why it felt so good or why he had done it.

You don't do much but kiss for a while, at least until your lips feel like they are starting to swell.

It seemed like Jonathan had got the same idea. He pulled away with a sort of dazed look, shaking his head before returning his attention back to the wheel.

He drives in comforting silence, your head resting against the glass of the window as your fingers grace the skin of your lips, almost like you could still detect traces of him left on them.

When Jonathan pulls into your driveway, reality hits you like thrown bricks. You don't know what to say to him, so you don't say anything. You just unbuckle your seatbelt and exit his car without saying a word.

That night you sleep staring out your window, looking at the stars as you place a pillow over your head, muffling out the bed springs from Steve’s room. You fall asleep thinking about Jonathan and how he kissed you.

You don't say much to anyone during the morning, spending most of your day just focusing on your school work as the school day passes in the blink of an eye.

The only hard part was ignoring Jonathan during the lunch period you had together. Your stomach was turning and you had met eyes from across the cafeteria.

You spin on your heels and dunk your tray of untouched food into the trash, deciding to spend your lunch period in a back hallway with music blaring through your headphones, waiting for the hour to pass.

That was how you spent the rest of the day, hiding. It wasn't until the moon was up that you found your fingers ghosting over your lips, thinking about the kiss again.

You don't know what changed in your mind, but you decided that at that moment you needed to see Jonathan again, so you rushed down your stairs and passed the group of people that Steve had invited over.

Getting the old bike you haven't ridden since middle school out of the garage and onto the road, you biked the way to the main road that led to Jonathan's house.

Your lungs felt like they were going to burst at every pedal, leaving you breathless as you just realized you were in your pajamas and socks pedaling fast enough to keep you warm from the nipping late spring weather.

Finally, skidding into Jonathan's driveway, tossing the bike into the grass.

You don’t really have a plan on what to do once you have gotten to the porch of the home.

Your mind is racing as you sort of just scratch the back of your neck before turning around and tiptoeing to the side of the house.

You approached Jonathan's bedroom window, tapping slowly on the glass with your knuckle, flinching as the curtains parted. Jonathan glances down at you with a surprised look on his face. He was shirtless.

That was the second thing you noticed. You now knew that Jonathan had slept shirtless, along with the trail of hair that ran down his chest. You were gawking at him, eyeing him like meat.

You don't say anything as he yanks open his window. You can't keep your eyes away from his chest, "Y/N? Dude, do you know what time it is?"

"I'm sorry." You've got to stop apologizing. You need to learn other words than those two phrases, but it's all you can think of when Jonathan stands shirtless in front of you.

Your eyes glisten in their wide state, Jonathan gesturing for you to come in as you struggle to climb inside through the window.

His house is silent. You tumble onto the ground, falling flat on your ass when Jonathan sighs, leaning over you to close his curtains.

"I'm sorry." You apologize again, standing up when Jonathan glances at you. As you take a step forward, your legs move on their own, closing the gap between you and him and pressing another kiss onto his lips.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as you try to ground yourself to anything. When his hands trail around your waist, grabbing you closer to him as his head tilts to the side, deepening the kiss.

Jonathan is the first to pull away for the kiss. His brow resting on yours, his breath fanning against the skin of your cheek.

"Stop apologizing all the time." was all that he had said before kissing you again.

With him taking the lead, you were starting to feel light-headed just like how you felt the day you had kissed him on the hood of his car.

The neediness in the way he had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him like he was afraid you would slip away again.

Your heart is hammering against your chest, feeling his tongue glide into your mouth.

A moan coaxes from your throat as your hand rests against the broad middle of his chest.

The feeling of his cool skin against yours almost sent you into an orbit. Let him guide you backward until you sit against his bed.

"My mom’s in the living room, but Will’s sleeping in the other room, so we can't be loud," Jonathan whispered just inches away from your mouth. You didn't dare to speak, only nodding your head in acknowledgment, your eyes glued onto his mouth as you had craved them.

It was strange feeling so suddenly needy for him, so open with your emotions.

Jonathan smiles, almost like he had known that power he had over you, pushing you down to lie with your back against his mattress, kissing a trail down your neck before crawling on top of you.

His hands adventuring alongside the exposed part of your shirt, getting rid of the cotton shirt as you both make quick work of your pants.

Removing each other's clothes at a very frantic pace, you were both horny teenagers undressing each other for the first time, hands lingering against hot skin and lips swollen from kissing.

You don't know how to feel when Jonathan slides his hands down your body, your hips twitching off of the mattress.

Feeling his wet lips softly drag along the skin just below your belly button, eyeing your boxers as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

It was truly a sight to behold watching Jonathan eye the outline of your growing erection, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

"Do you want to?" He asked, glancing up at you through his lashes. You swore you had just remembered how to breathe.

How to open your mouth and exhale normally, while watching yourself twitch just from the question.

You knew Jonathan felt it too; his eyes pointed down at your groin. He glances at your throbbing issues before returning his attention to you.

"P—please." You were too preoccupied with the growing need you felt in the pit of your stomach to take notice of how needy your voice sounded.

You were desperate for his touch, as you felt dizzy watching Jonathan’s fingers duck under the elastic of your underwear. Your hips arched in response to his cold fingers against your hot length.

You know you have to be quiet, your arm slung over your mouth to muffle the lewd noises that have leaked from it. Your eyes close as your hips move independently, thrusting into his touch.

Jonathan begins to stroke your cock at an almost slow and agonizing pace, cursing under your breath as precum spilled from your tip and coated his hand.

The sounds of your labored breathing and his fingers slickly jerking off your girth ripple outward throughout the dark bedroom.

You couldn’t even look at him without feeling dizzy. The brunette averted his gaze shyly, his face flushed pink as his mouth parted.

"It makes me feel…weird when you watch." What the fuck, what the fuck? Your mind was an orbit of howling, intense hormones.

You were almost convinced you had died and this was your heaven, getting a handjob from the most adorable guy that you had laid your eyes on.

With no one around to see the sinful act that was unfolding, something about how flushed Jonathan looked with him holding your cock made you feel so...discombobulated.

Jonathan just focused on making quick work with his hands, feeling you finally relax against the mattress, your legs hanging off of the edge as he sat on top of your thighs.

The weight was driving your body insane. It hadn’t helped when Jonathan surged forward. His guiding your tip passed through his lips and sat flat against his tongue, rushing all the blood to your dick.

"H–holy fuck." You stifled a grunt, your hips bucking against his mouth, his hands resting down on your hips to stop you from fidgeting.

"Be quiet." Jonathan chuckled like your dick wasn’t in his mouth at the moment, the brunette wrapping his lips over the hilt of your cock.

His tongue poked out of his mouth, inexperienced on how to take your entire length inside without gagging.

You never expected getting sucked off to feel so…good.

Sure, you masturbated like any other old teenager your age, but it was always just you and your hand going at it to the poster on your wall of Arnold Schwarzenegger and his bare muscular chest as the Terminator.

You have the poster taped up just above your headboard along with a row of other movies that you considered to be the pinnacle of film history.

It was a nice cover-up from your family, having posters of male eye candy in the room for other pleasures.

You watched as his lips, glistening spit-covered lips, took you into his mouth deeper, allowing more of your length in his mouth until his nose tickled the bush of your pubic hair.

The feeling of his tongue swirling around the trace of your vein threatened your stability; the feeling of hitting the back of his throat made your toes curl against the carpet and your head leans back.

The sound of his little gag makes you want to live there, having your dick down his throat for the rest of your life.

Your thighs twitched under him, feeling Jonathan grab your balls with his other hand.

He twisted his fingers, unsure what to do with them, before simply fondling them in his hands. It was enough for you, more than enough. Honestly, you have never felt so turned on in your life.

His head bobbing up and down your cock, you didn't know how long you went last at the sight of his puffed-out cheeks and wet lips, just drinking in the sight as time went on, not wanting the moment to end from the overwhelming experience.

Your fingers were threading through his tough, short brunette hair, trying to ground yourself onto anything that you could reach, feeling the heat from your building orgasm creep towards your boiling point.

You haven’t been so turned on in your entire life. The pleasure of having your dick sucked for the first time almost tortures you.

You wondered if Jonathan had felt the same way, wondering if he too was hard under his briefs.

So turned on from sucking your dick that there would be a dark stain of precum along with the material of his underwear.

You weren't able to tell, but the thought alone did something to you, your fingers digging into his scalp, fisting around his hair tighter.

"F—fuck." you whimpered pathetically, Jonathan’s mouth parting from your cock with a string of spit connected to his mouth, your chest caving at the sudden loss of warmth.

"If you’re gonna…do it. Can you do it in my m—mouth?" You could only nod at the lewd request, your body settling once he had engulfed your cock once more, assuming that he just didn't get cum stains all over his bedsheets as he sucked at the head of your tip.

Your teeth sink into your arm to stop yourself from moaning at the top of your lungs as you cum down his throat.

Jonathan manages to swallow everything the second it hits his tongue. you were impressed and, honestly, just more turned on.

Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. You sat up, realizing that he had been straddling the entire time.

Your hands were reaching for his hips, and you hesitated before deciding to lean in to kiss him.

"Jonathan?" It was a record-breaking time how fast Jonathan had shot up from your lap, crawling under his blankets as you leaned down to throw yourself to the floor, tumbling under his bed the moment your face had hit the carpet.

The door just opened minutes later as you watched the dim light from the hallway leak into the bedroom, only being able to see Joyce’s shoes as she stood stock still at the doorway.

Jonathan’s soft breathing coaxes his mother into believing that the boy is truly asleep. humming to herself before shutting the bedroom door, making you exhale a held breath.

As quickly as the door shut you and Jonathan had snuck out of the bedroom window, your feet pattering against the dirt as you run for your bike.

Your head turned towards the house, afraid that Joyce would catch you sneaking out of her home at an unruly hour.

Though your worries were settled, you got to the main road and back to your home in one piece.

You'd think you’d be able to cut the kid some slack after giving you the most jaw-dropping, sheet-clenching head that you’ve ever experienced in life, but nope.

It seemed like after the blowjob accident, you were becoming even more distant with Jonathan, continually dodging him in the halls and skipping lunch for a full week.

You didn't know how long you could keep the streak going, biking to and from school every day as an amazing form of exercise, but Hawkin's weather was unpredictable.

Like today, the mornings were high and dry, the sun beaming out enough that you swore you would melt the moment you had stepped foot outside, and then the gray clouds tumbled in, rain soaking your entire outfit as you hurled your bike up the road.

Huffing as your chain had popped the moment you had barreled over a deep puddle that had sent you flying from your bike. The injuries were minor, but your ego had taken a hit.

And it was like your day was planned to get worse. Jonathan spotted you stranded on the side of the road.

Just the sight of his car pulling in next to you made your blood run even colder than the freezing temperature it already was from your clothes being soaked.

You prayed that your face masked the obvious uncomfortableness you felt as your clothes stuck tightly against your skin, a shiver running down your spine as you watched Jonathan’s eyes trace down your figure.

"You wanna ride?" He smirked, his tone hinting at a playful reference to something more sexual.

You popped the trunk of his car, stuffing your bike into his trunk and sliding into the passenger's side, your face flushed as you buckled in.

The car ride continued in uncomfortable silence. Every time Jonathan would gesture, his mouth would open just to close, not really knowing how to break the ice.

A handful of minutes passed before you realized Jonathan was driving in the total opposite direction of your home. Turning into the woods, you recognized the road instantly. He was driving to the quarry.

The moment he had shifted the car into park, Jonathan gripped the wheel with both hands, his head leaning down, a low grunt erupting suddenly as you grimaced from the cold.

Your head turning, you noticed his head tilted, his gaze fixed on you.

"What?" you asked, your tone flat.

Jonathan smirked, not hiding the fact that he was gawking at your mouth. Maybe it was because your face had flushed, making you look so fucking…attractive to him.

"Huh?" he hummed, making a scene of tearing his eyes from the trance your mouth had seemed to put him in.

"You're staring." He didn't even seem to bother with an apology like he wanted you to know that he wanted to kiss you.

"I know, I can't help it." His hands reach out to comb through your wet hair, letting his fingers scrape through your scalp, involuntarily leaning farther into his touch.

It was the type of touch that made you realize how much of an asshole you were for ignoring the only person that seemed to care about your well-being in this shit town, the only person that you were too scared to care about.

The last couple of days, you felt empty, following some pointless routine, turning corners and taking the longer route just to avoid the obvious feelings you had for the boy.

You missed listening to his confusing music talk about bands that you didn't even know existed till then, or the small "concerts" of songs you would play air guitar to as Jonathan belted in his pitchy voice to Will as you drove the younger Byers kid to school.

If your feelings were obvious to you, it didn't take rocket science to know that Jonatan knew that you liked him.

Even when your dick was in his mouth, you were afraid that it was all just some stupid prank, like he was going to pull away at any moment and degrade you for having such feelings for another male.

You just wanted to go back in time and stay, stay in the infinite where you could just be together with Jonathan without all the emotional stuff involved.

You just wanted to be able to kiss him whenever you wanted, do the things you would see Steve do to the hopelessly romantic girls that had fallen for his suave charm. You wanted to be with Jonathan like Steve was with Nancy.

It was like Jonathan had known you were thinking too hard about something, tugging at the collar of your shirt and suddenly leaning you in closer to him.

Your lips parted by reflex as he locked eyes with you, his head slightly tilting like he was waiting for you to run away, waiting for any sign of hesitation.

You couldn't handle it anymore. Your heart was not built strong enough to handle the chase. You decided to make the first move, surging forward and finally breaking the distance between you two.

You never knew Jonathan could be so touchy. The feeling of his fingers combing through your hair and settling a fist into the nape of your neck. The feeling of his palm gliding against your cheek like his fingers were guiding your face into his lips.

It all just felt so good, deepening the kiss, feeling the wet front of your shirt press against his more dry, warm chest.

A low moan vibrated against your mouth as your tongue slid into his mouth.

As if you couldn't be any more turned on, the feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck made your adam's apple bob against his grasp.

You thought it was insane how quickly your body went from freezing cold to smoothing hot in minutes, how quickly Jonathan could turn you into a human heat torch with his simple touch.

Jonathan just knew how to make you feel so relaxed like he knew your body better than you knew yourself.

The way he would coax small whimpers from your mouth, how good his fingers felt trailing under your shirt, how desperate he made you feel leaning as close as you could get without the gear shift digging painfully into your ribs.

You couldn't recall how long you were making out with Jonathan, and honestly couldn't think about anything other than the feeling of his mouth against yours, so time yourself.

The moment he pulled away, there was a damp, wet stain every place you touched him.

He was nearly as wet in your sweater as you were, and his fingers were pruned from playing with your hair. Despite having an advantage in body heat, he was now shivering from the cold.

You were both panting like you had just learned how to breathe for the first time, the sound of his harsh breathing being washed out by the loud thumping drum of rain hitting against the small car.

He looked just like a mess as you were, lips red and swollen from your sloppy excuse for kissing, pupils dilated so wide he almost reminded you of a cat, the way his face was almost a perfect shade of pink, like all the heat from his body had rushed to his face.

"Okay so," He sighed, with a shy smile on his face, his tongue tracing over the bottom of his lip.

"So we’re on kissing terms again, but not talking. I like kissing you… a lot. But I think I would prefer you to actually talk to me a bit more."His hand was stretched out in confusion, yet his smile never flattened.

You felt stuck, your mind trying to regain enough sense to find words and scramble them around to form an actual response.

“I—I don’t, well I don't know what you like, want from me I guess? Like does this make us like…official or what?”

"official," you repeat the words like they had tasted funny? Did you want to be official with Jonathan? The title was so vague in meaning that you didn't even know what it meant.

Did it mean that Jonathan wanted to have a title for whatever you two were doing? Were you even gay?

"...Boyfriends?" You answered, watching him grin over at you while playing with the cuffs of his shirt, and an eyebrow was raised.

"Boyfriends?" Jonathan repeated with a questioning tone, as if he wanted to hear you say it again.

"I want you to be my boyfriend." You spoke softly, afraid that anything could go wrong—

"I kinda want to fuck you really badly right now." oh.

He seemed to enjoy watching you squirm as if he could hear the bolts and springs banging around in your head as your lashes fluttered, your gaze blank, and your mouth hung open agape.

It only took you a few seconds to follow him to the back seat and perch in his lap at an awkward slouching angle.

It was like Jonathan could read you like an open book, kissing you along your neck as you struggled to ruin your wet jeans.

The feeling of his thumbs gently rubbing against the bare skin of your hips as you sat up to straddle him was soothing.

"I don't really know what I'm doing, but I just want you to feel good, okay?" It was a comforting warning, before the pain of his two fingers thrust into your asshole, coating it in a thin layer of his own spit, the burning sensation leaving you whimpering into the curve of his neck.

His other hand helps you hold yourself in the air, lifting your thighs for enough room for his arm to slip under and touch you, his fingers thrusting inside of you at a slow pace, Jonathan listening to the hitch in your breath to control himself as his fingers twist gently fucking your hole.

Your whining and fidgeting made him chuckle. It was weird how quickly the pain had subsided. Your eyes were squeezing shut tight one moment, then you were rocking against his hand the next.

Just getting used to the feeling that was taken away, Jonathan removed his fingers and shifted his hips up to slide down his pants, his cock springing from his briefs, neglected and leaking.

Your forehead rested against his as you slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, not bothering to muffle the slutty whimpers that passed from your mouth and echoed in the car.

Jonathan felt his dick twitch, the ache in his thighs to thrust farther inside of you, the burning need to sink himself deeper inside of you.

But he was a gentleman and let you set your own pace, your arm hooked onto his shoulder, the other fisted against the leather of the backseats.

You slowly sank yourself down onto his erected cock, a content grunt shared between the two of you as your arms wrapped around his neck.

Your thighs shifted up before slamming down a shock of pleasure, leaving you whimpering and mumbling nonsense into his ear.

Jonathan grunted, letting you use his body wholeheartedly.

The position he sat in was comfortable enough for him to chase your thrusts with his hips, having to use most of his strength to help you squat into position.

His hips slammed against yours greedily, the car rocking from the moving weight taking him as far as you could handle inside of your body.

Jonathan fucks his hip into you hard and fast. The hot feeling of his thick girth spreading you open as he fucked into you.

While his fingers wrapped eagerly around your cock, his wrist twisting messily against your cock, struggling to find a rhythm with both things occupying his hands.

You felt everything all at once, your orgasm striking you over the edge. As you spilled all over his hand, your hand fisted into his hair as the other held you upright, gripping onto the back seat.

Your muscles clench around him, your climax rippling against his cock.

"That was really, really hot," Jonathan said with a smirk. You leaned up to place a kiss against your collarbone and another just on your chin.

"But I'm not done." He was kind enough to take a moment for your orgasm to subside.

He allows you to relax once more before moving to lie down with your back against the seats, squeezing himself between your legs, giving you one more kind smile, resting his forehead against yours.

His hand hooked under the bend of your knee and pressed himself against your puckering hole. The moment he started moving inside of you again, you felt so sensitive everywhere, moaning his name like it was a prayer.

Jonathan's sucking hickeys into your neck didn't help one bit. You were moaning under his lips as you leaned your head back, accepting your fate.

Screwing your eyes and grabbing onto his shoulders, Jonathan could barely contain himself from the sight of your scrunched up, pleased face.

Thrusting in roughly, hitting the spot that made your body want to melt against him every time.

"Oh, fu—shit." With his legs trembling and fingers digging into the plush of your hairy thigh, you were suddenly aware of how hot it was in the car, sweat rolling from the hairline and making the skin on your back stick to the leather of the seats.

You had no choice but to ignore it at the moment, getting your guts literally arranged, biting your lip and curling against the cramp forming in your thigh.

The slight discomfort was just the price you were willing to pay. It was already forgotten the moment Jonathan had gripped your length that had been slapping against his chest.

stroking you through his thrust, your back arching up into him as his muscles tensed, his entire weight suddenly shifting to lie on top of you as he was quick with his hands, pulling out of you and climaxing loudly against your chest. You didn't know how much you had in you, or if it was humanly possible to cum so much.

Your orgasm is unrolling before you can even realize what's happening. Your second orgasm is already in full swing.

His long, slender fingers were trembling as he pressed soft kisses against your lips, the moment becoming more intimate as you wrapped your arms around him and held him close while you felt his cock softened and pressed against your stomach.

You rested in each other's arms for a calm moment, the sound of rain painting chorusing together with the sounds of each other breathing.

"Kinda disappointed I couldn't make you my personal twinkie." Jonathan teased, pressing his face into your chest, enjoying being wrapped around so close to you, even being covered in each other's sweat and cum. It was a loving moment that you too enjoyed.

Humming in agreement, not to the twinkie part, but to the fact that you two were content with the sex, closing your eyes and taking in the moment.

As much as you wished to fall asleep with Jonathan in your arms, you knew Joyce would freak out not seeing her son home after school without a word, warning to spare the single mother's heart attack of thinking her child went missing.

"Come on, we gotta get dressed." You whispered, your thighs wrapping around his torso and squeezing around him in a playful manner, which only made him whine and curl closer against your chest.

"No, I wanna die here, just like this."

"What if I told you we could go to my place and shower together if no one's home?" The bribe was enough for him to lift his head up and look at you. His face was still flushed as he smiled dreamily.

"Well, how am I supposed to say no to that?"

Bonus: Steve finds out.

It was a mistake to ever invite Jonathan over to your place. You had almost been dating the guy for a year and every single second he had alone with you left you sore in places that you couldn't even explain with your face flushing.

Being a gay couple during the 90s didn't help, and neither did living in a small rural town full of close-minded people afraid of change.

Any moment that was away from the public was a break away from everyone else's eyes. Being openly affectionate wasn't something you could do around Hawkins.

It was just the risk you two lovers took, and with your parents out of town most of the time, it wasn't a problem.

Being able to make out in the room in the house whenever Steve was away without being bothered.

It was all good, until the times that you wanted to hang out with Jonathan. Sometimes having to beat the boy away with a stick (metaphorically).

"I r—really have to finish, ah." You struggled against Jonathan's lips, his mouth latched onto your collarbones, nuzzling his head into your neck.

The brunette hummed against your skin, his fingers trailing up your thigh and squeezing your already growing erection.

It was like he had a bullseye target telling him the status of your dick at any given time.

"You're doing a lot of complaining for someone that's about to get their dick sucked." He mumbled, trailing soft kisses along your shoulder, a hiss escaping your mouth the second his teeth teasingly sank into your skin.

Jonathan apologized with his tongue dragging along the abused spot, sucking splotchy red marks into your skin until he was satisfied.

You knew it would be a mistake to invite your boyfriend over to study, with your household empty, your parents on a work trip, and Steve was gone hanging out with friends after school.

You were supposed to have your nose tucked away in the study packet you had for your science test, hoping that with the passing grade Jonathan had he would help you, but instead he was crawling into your lap, marking bruises all over your body.

You sighed, dropping your pencil when Jonathan took your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to peck you on the lips.

"Is this what it's like to have a boyfriend? I’m just your personal sex toy every day of the week until you suck me dry?" Your hands are grabbing at his loose hips, halting him from grinding against you but not putting much of a fight against the sudden display of neediness from your partner.

"Maybe!" Jonathan hummed, latching his mouth against the skin of your neck once more.

You exhaled a chuckle, your hands swirling alongside his hips, your thoughts starting to blank in the way Jonathan's hips rubbed against your own, the boy having so much control over you it was starting to be concerning.

"Jonathan," you moan, tilting your head back as one of his hands wraps around your neck. His hips grind down on you with even more pressure.

Just as you reached down to undo his belt, a shout of surprise broke your two apart. "What the fuck!" Steve screamed, his brows furrowed as he stood stock-still in the doorway of the family living room.

The room fell silent, only the sound of your heart hammering against your chest as Steve stared at the two of you with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Jonathan asked, his tone careful as he peeled himself away from your touch, still sitting in your lap, feeling your erection pressing into his thigh. He knew that the last thing you wanted was for your brother to see your boner.

"What? What am I doing here? What are you doing here? On top of my brother?"

"Oh God, were you two about to have sex? What the fuck, what if dad came home early or if mom saw you?" You grimaced at the thought, your head leaning into Jonathan's chest to cover your face from the embarrassing situation, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there at least until your erection went away.

"I mean, what the hell, when did you two even start hooking up? When did you become…gay?" Steve asked, his voice just laced with confusion, raising an octave with every question.

Jonathan sighed, crawling out of your lap and replacing his presence with a couch pillow. While you lift your head, fingers interlaced with his, knowing that the tender look that Jonathan gave you was meant for comfort.

You struggled to find your voice, not even wanting to share this part of your life with your family. You never expected it to come out this way. "So, we've been dating—"

"Wait, you're dating? Like, this is a whole… thing?" gesturing towards you two, you flinched as Jonathan grunted in annoyance at his tempting already running thin, seeing how uncomfortable you were.

He knew that it had to happen one day, the day that your family, his family, his friends, and all of Hawkins knew about the relationship that you two had.

"Steve," Jonathan barged in, firmly squeezing your hand. "Yes, we’re dating. We've been dating for almost a year now, and honestly, it's been a pretty good fucking year. I'm sure Y/N was going to tell you at some point. It's just that we love each other and want to do anything to keep our relationship that way. "

"You’re in love?" Steve mumbled, staring at his twin brother with a tinge of jealousy passing through his emotions before he settled with just being happy for you.

"Well...then I'm happy for you."

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Dano! Riddler X Child Male Reader

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Summary: Everyone thinks that the riddler is a psychopath for murdering all of those officers and turning it into a game for the city. What they don’t know is that the man under the mask has his own secret that he keeps close and safe.

Warnings: Dark theme, slight fluff, mentions of adoption, Bruce Wayne’s fatherly instincts, angst, violence, mentions of abuse, Edward is a semi good father, traumatic environment, reader is a child, possessive behavior, Batman being good with kids, Gordon trying his best.

A soft huff is heard as a small child walks down the streets of Gotham. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon and the small child was alone, waiting near a bus station alone as he kicked his little legs, looking back and forth as he waits for the last bus to arrive.

It wasn’t the child’s first time waiting alone, he knew that the streets of Gotham were dangerous and not safe for a child, especially for one who was alone with no guardian. The child claims that he can take care of himself but knowing the young child, he was frightened of being alone after spending all those years in the orphanage. He was alone during the cold winters and afraid of the days the children were beaten for misbehaving.

Because of those frightening days he never spoke badly to those who helped around the orphanage, he did as he was told and followed the rules, behaving for others in order to avoid a beating. Luckily he was taken out of the hell hole by a young man who took interest in him, he offered him a nice home and a promise to make the city a better place for him.

Until that day he has been living with his new father, obeying the rules and making sure not to overstep. There were days where he was frightened of messing up and being sent back to the orphanage, the day he over stepped his boundaries he expected a beating from the man, but instead he was forgiven and received actual love. The man showing him kindness and love. After the man had showed him kindness he grew attached to him, remaining close to the hip.

As the sky grew darker the young child still remained seated, waiting for the bus. His head perks up at the sudden sound of a bus driving down the street and towards the stop. The boy jumps off his seat and smiles widely as the bus comes to a stop, he watches different adults step out. His eyes scanning around until he takes notice of the dirty blonde hair.

“Eddy!” He calls out happily, waving his hands as he catches the older man’s attention.

Edward gives him a faint smile as he approaches his son and bends down to his height. “What did I say about coming out here alone?” He reminds the boy again, knowing that he was going to be ignored again.

“I wanted to wait for you! I was also careful.” The young boy says.

Edward sighs with a shake of his head, standing back up as he pats his head. “Come on, let’s go home.” He whispers, walking them back back home as Y/n wraps his hand around his jacket, walking in silence next to Edward.

“Are you going to work some more today?” Y/n suddenly asks.

Edward nods slowly. “I have some things to do.” He knows he is to continue on with his plan. Cleansing the city of horrible and terrible people, he was doing this for his son and wanting to keep him safe. He wanted him to grow up in a safe city that he would enjoy living in. So, he had to get some work done first.

Y/n pouts, looking down in disappointment. It goes unnoticed by Edward as he chuckles to himself and reaches down to take his sons hand into his own, walking them up the stairs and towards there apartment room. “I knew you’d react this way.” He approaches the room and takes out his keys. “Which is why I bought you something.”

This catches the boys attention. “Is it another puzzle?!” He asks in excitement. After spending two years with Edward he had learned to love Puzzles and riddles, something that the two enjoy together during there free time.

“Yes.” Ed kicks the door open and lets Y/n enter first as he rushed inside in excitement, he tossed his bag on the desk and pulls out a new jigsaw puzzle for Y/n. “Here.” He approaches him and shows him the box. An image of a sunrise was shown on the box, giving them an idea of what the puzzle to look like after.

“Can I do it now?” Y/n asks, hugging the box close to his chest as he bounced in excitement. Edward smiles softly. “Yes but—“ He holds him in place before he could run off.

Edward face is expressionless as he instructs y/n. “I’ll be having a guest over soon and will need to work.” He reminds him. “What are the rules when someone is over?”

The boy fidgets. “Stay in my room and listen to my music while playing with the puzzle.” He repeats the same thing that Edward tells him every time a guest is over. “And what do you do once the guest is gone.”

“Wait until you knock three times.” He holds up three fingers, showing eddy how long he is to wait. The boy can’t help but grow confused, “why do I have to stay in my room?”

Edwards eyes darken, his hands gently gripping the child’s shoulders. “The people who visit are very mean and bad and could hurt you. I don’t want them to do that to you so it’s best to stay in your room.”

“Are they greedy?” The child asks.

“Yes, greedy and terrible.”

Y/n nods in understanding, even though he is just a child he understands that not all people are kind and that some could be seen as monsters.

“Okay, Eddy.” He hears Edward chuckle before nodding towards the bedroom. “Go do the puzzle, I’ll let you know when you can come out.” He says again as the child rushes off to there room, closing the door behind him. He sets the puzzle box on the bed and heads towards the closet, pulling out another box that was in the closet.

He sets it down on the floor and pops it open, inside were some headphones and an MP3 player. He takes those with him and pushes the box back inside the closet and jumps on the bed. He puts the large headphones on and turns on some classic music that eddy set up for him.

After he is ready to go he begins his jigsaw puzzle, focusing on the different pieces and trying to piece them together, not knowing that his father was in another room torturing his next victim.

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“Careful.” Edward reaches out quickly to stop the books from falling, causing the child to stumble back in shock as Ed holds him in place, a chuckle slipping from his lips.

The two had gotten some shopping done and Y/n had begged him to buy some books that he found interesting. Edward couldn’t refuse the child and didn’t hesitate to buy him the books that he has been trying to carry on his own. But due to them being too heavy the poor child was stumbling.

“Here.” Edward take two of the books from him, leaving him with the additional two in his small arms. “I had it.” Y/n huffs out, stubborn as usual as he clings into the books. “Stubborn as always.” He reminds himself.

The two walked down the street, passing by a store that was podcasting the news. Y/n is the first to stop in his tracks as he faces the television, taking in the news about the riddler and how he murdered another officer.

He stood there for a solid minute before feeling a small nudge from Edward. “Let’s go.” The boy turns to give the screen one last look before following after Edward. “The riddler likes puzzles, right?”

Ed stutters in his steps and clears his throat. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, he leaves riddles to the Batman. Letting him figure out the clues.” Y/n giggles. “The riddler would love puzzles.” Y/n was still a child, he knew that bad things happened to bad people but was a kid. He still didn’t know that what the riddler was doing is considered a crime. He simply took joy in knowing that the riddler enjoy puzzles too.

Ed hums. “Yes, I suppose he does.” He mumbles out, helping Y/n up the stairs and making sure that he doesn’t fall back with all the weight he carries. Upon arriving he looks down the hallway, not hearing anyone or the sound of neighbors leaving.

“Why don’t we leave two of your books in our other apartment.” Edward suggests.

Y/n tilts his head. “Your work room?” He questions.

“You can leave them inside your hiding spot, remember I only allow you inside when I say so.” Edward takes them down the hall, reaching the last room on the left as he unlocks it and steps inside, his son following after him.

The room was a mess, newspaper everywhere and his desk full of material he was working on. The child ignored the mess and moved around freely as he focused on leaving two of his books in his hiding spot which was technically a closet that he liked hiding in whenever Edward worked he would stay in there, doing his own thing.

Y/n puts his books away and smiles. “All done!” He cheers out, stretching his arms out to show his father that he put his books away. “Good job.” Edward praises him as he tussled his hair, earning a small giggle in return as his attention is drawn away from him by a loud screech.

The child gasps and clings onto edwards leg, looking Over at a covered up crate. He holds onto Ed’s leg with fear, the older man sensing this as he gently placed a hand on his head. “Don’t be scared, it won’t hurt you.” He reassured the kid as he approaches the rattling crate, pulling the cover over to reveal a black bat flying around inside.

Y/n gasps in awe as he slowly steps forward to take a closer look at the bat. “It’s a bat.” He whispers, leaning forward until the bat screeched at him and slams against the cage, startling the boy as he hides against Edward chest, clinging onto him.

Edward wraps his arms around him and lifts him up. “It won’t hurt you.” He repeats, keeping his arm underneath the child’s bottom and using the other to rub soft circles on his back. “Why do you have a bat?” He mumbled against his chest.

“I’m using him to leave a message for a friend.”

“The Batman?”

Y/n knew about edwards cards that were left behind for the Batman, leaving riddles and cyphers for him to read and figure out, leading him on. The child lifts his head off his chest and stares into Ed’s bright blue eyes, giggling he takes his glasses and placed them on himself.

Edward laughs at the boys actions, stepping around the room as he carried the child out of the apartment and back into the hallway. “I can’t see, Y/n.”

“I’ll lead you!” Y/n claps his hands. “Go straight.” He instructs, guiding them back down the hall where there other apartment is located. Edward does as instructed and walks straight.

“Stop!”

Edward froze in spot. “Now turn right!” He hears him say.

Edward turns right to face there apartment door, chuckling he sets Y/n down and takes his glasses back, adjusting them on. “Why don’t I make us something to eat and maybe we can watch a movie or play another puzzle?”

“Food and I want to play chess!” He exclaims. Ed sets him down. “Very well, go get cleaned up while I make us something.” He watches Y/n rush to there room to get changed and cleaned up, making sure to wash his hands and face before changing.

Edward keeps himself busy in the kitchen, cooking up a meal for the two of them as he sets the plates across from each other and takes advantage to set up the chess boards between the two. Giving them the ability to eat and play at the same time.

Once everything is set up he sits across the dining table and sees Y/n walk out of the room, changed into some comfortable clothes and cleaned up as he climbs his own chair and smiles widely. “Let’s play!” He stabs his fork into his food and shoves it into his mouth.

Edward softly chuckles, making his first move on the chess board and eats his own food, taking his time as Y/n hums loudly in thought as he taps his finger against his chin. He makes his own move and dinner goes like that for the next few minutes, back and forth. Y/n doesn’t finish his food due to him being focused on the game. “Your food.” Edward scolds as Y/n whines, sitting back down in his seat as he eats his food.

Ed makes the final move, winning the game as he gives him a victory smile. “I win.”

“Noo!!” Y/n throws his arms up dramatically. “You always win.”

“Soon you’ll learn to win too—come on.” He stands from his seat and collects there dishes. “Put the game away and get ready for bed, I have to finish something up.” He instructs as the small child does as told, putting away the board and pieces. He hops off the chair and runs to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then runs to there bedroom where he throws himself into bed.

He goes under the covers and snuggles up against his pillow while Edward got ready too. He trudged over to the bathroom and sighs to himself, taking his glasses off and setting them down next to the night stand as he gets on his side of the bed.

“No kicking.” Edward warns, remembering the time he woke up with the kids knees digging into his back and his arms spread out over the pillows. He didn’t get much rest that night and was close to sleeping on the couch, but knowing how attached Y/n is he instead endures it and calls it a night.

“Okay.” He hears Y/n yawn out, moving close to Edward and cuddling up his side as the older man wraps his arm around the child, holding him close and caressing his hair. He knew that tonight would be there last night together, tomorrow was a big day and he’d soon have the city cleansed from hatred and darkness.

He looks down to see his son sleeping peacefully, leaning down he kisses his forehead and sighs tiredly before closing his own eyes and falling asleep.

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“Where are we going?”

“We’re going down to the cafe.”

“Why not take the front door?”

“Because this way is fun.”

Edward helps Y/n out onto the fire escape and down the ladder. “Come on.” He urges, hearing the cops from a distance as he helps Y/n down and picks him up, looking over his shoulder and pulling his hood up he rushes down the street. He keeps a hand over Y/n’s head to block out the rain.

Making it to the diner he sets him down and takes in the empty place, he breaths heavily and bends down to Y/n’s height. “Listen Y/n,” the small child lifts his head up. “I’m going to order us some food, I need you to go wash your hands and if you hear any commotion you stay inside, got it?” He shakes him gently.

Y/n nods. “Will you be okay?”

Ed didn’t know how to answer to him. “We will soon.” He chuckles, nodding towards the bathroom. “Go do as I said.” He gives him a gentle push towards the direction of the bathroom as Y/n looks over his shoulder to give him one last look and heading towards the bathrooms.

Edward can’t help but stare at the entrance of the restroom, he hopes he remains inside where he will be safe of the commotion and chaos. He orders himself a coffee and sits on the stool, sitting in silence as he hears the sound of wet shoes entering the diner and the sound of cocking guns. He remains distracted with the coffee in front of him.

“Hands in the air!”

The booming shouts startles Y/n, looking up to stare at the closed door, his hands fidgeting as he steps closer, hearing the ruckus and shouting. He gently pushes the door open and peeks out to see Edward being held down by the cops and arresting home, the young child’s eyes widen in fear. They were arresting Edward, they were arresting the man who took care of him.

Without think he runs out of the bathroom and runs towards the cops. “No! Let him go! Let him go!” His hands balled up into fists as he kicks and punches at the cops. “The hell?!” He hears shouting as everyone watched him.

Edward turns his head quickly to see Y/n fighting against a cop, he shakes his head in fear and pulls on his restraints. “No, no—No don’t touch him!” He shouts, startling the others as he fights against them, he’s able to break free and stumbled to Y/n. “No! Stop fighting!”

“There gonna take you away! They can’t take you away!” Y/n sobs tears, running down his cheeks as he wraps his little arms around his neck and clings onto him. Refusing to let go, “you have to let go.”

“No! I’m not letting them take you!” He screams out again, glaring at the cops who stared in shock and confusion. “Leave my dad alone!”

“My god, he has a kid.” Said Gordon as he looks over his shoulder to give Batman a worried look, not knowing what to do now that a kid was involved in the case.

Edward groans against the restraints and let’s out a deep sigh through his nose. “My little puzzle,” he whispers softly. “I need you to let go, I promise to come back and I’ll see you again. If you don’t let go they will hurt you.”

Y/n sniffles. “But they’ll hurt you too.”

Edward scoffs, he knows that they won’t hurt him unless they wanted information out of him about the killings and his future plans. “They won’t.” He says again, feeling the child’s grip loosen as he slides his arms down from his neck. He steps back and sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Y/n glanced up at the police, watching one of them closely as he is approached once Edward is roughly pulled away from his reach and taken out of the diner. The child whines and looks out the window, feeling the police officer place his hand on his shoulder. He flinches away from his touch and glares.

“Easy.” Gordon holds his hands up. “We won’t hurt you, we just need to take you someplace safe for now.” He explains, allowing the kid to nod.

From outside, Bruce watches the police escort the riddler out of the diner and into the vehicle. He looks back over to Gordon to see him talking to the child and guiding him out of the diner. He tilts his head to the side. A child was never mentioned in the riddles, he never made an appearance but yet somehow, this child was the son of the riddler.

Gordon allows Y/n to sit in a bench as he approaches some of the officers, ordering them in silence to look into the kids background and see what they can find out about him. Batman watches the kid closely, his head down as he continues to cry in silence.

“What do we do with him.” He hears Gordon ask him as Bruce turns back to him and then at the child. “We check the place, see if he was using the kid.” He lets him know, turning his back to Gordon and heading back to the apartment where the police was collecting evidence and checking for anything that could help the case.

The child is brought back to the apartment he takes notice of all the cops raiding his fathers working apartment, he frowns deeply and stands next to Gordon. “Dad won’t like it when his stuff is moved.” He mumbled out, avoiding Gordon’s stare.

“Gordon.” The older man looks Over to see the officer calling out his name, nodding at him and eyeing the kid next to his side. “I found some information.” He whispers, his voice low. Not wanting to attract any attention.

“What did you find.”

“Well, turns out the kid was adopted. He was an orphan who was adopted two years ago. Has been living here for awhile now, kids nearing six years old but don’t know much.” He explains. That didn’t give gordon much, they didn’t know if the kid was tortured or abused by the riddler, they don’t know what happens behind closed doors.

“Poor child, hope they find him a good home and not back at the orphanage.”

Gordon hears faint murmurs behind him, turns out that some of the neighbors were still around, snooping around there business as they whispered amongst themselves. He raises a brow and approaches the small group of older women.

“What do you know about Edward and the child?” He questions, flashing his badge at them as they suddenly grow nervous. They all eye each other nervously before the oldest lady speaks up. “He was strange—very awkward, he never spoke really.”

“The first time he moved in he was a silent man, working quietly and doing his own business.” Another women cuts in.

“Until he adopted Y/n.” The same older women adds, crossing his arms over her chest. “I thought the kid was getting hurt just being around him but—“ she sighs in defeat. “The damn kid always lightened up the place, witnessed the two come back from shopping and talking to each other. Ed—Ed was a silent man but with the kid around he spoke a bit more, became protective of him. He would never hurt that boy.”

Gordon process the information, not knowing what to do. “Thank you.” He says softly as he turns back to the others and shakes his head. He didn’t know what to believe, he didn’t know if the child was actually safe or not around the riddler.

“Hey.” The officer in front of him approached him. “Bats wants to take the kid with him to Arkham, riddler asked to speak with them two.” He lets him know, upon hearing that. The child behind him ran past them, ducking around police and into his fathers working area as he sees a man dressed in black. He froze in spot as Batman stared down at him.

“I—“ he stuttered out.

Bruce bends down to the kid. “You wanted to see your father.” He says in a soft tone, letting the kid know that he wasn’t going to hurt him. Y/n slowly nods. “Will you take me to him?” He questions.

Bruce gives a silent nod and offers his hand to the child as Y/n slowly takes it.

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Batman had taken Y/n with him to Arkham, carrying the child with him as he makes his way done hallways and towards a room that separated both him and the riddler. Upon arriving he sets the child down on top of a chair as the screen began to lift, revealing the riddler in orange stripped clothing and chained up.

Once Y/n sees Edward he gasps, jumping forward as his tiny hands bang against the glass. “Eddy!” He calls out. His lips breaking out into a big smile once he sees him again.

Edward quickly stands from his seat, jumping forward as he glanced over to Batman, glaring at him. “Why did you bring him here?” He whispers.

Bruce watches the two. “Why did you take him in?” He questions back.

Edward looks away, focusing his attention on Y/n. He watched his son tap his fingers against the glass, ignoring the conversation between the two as Ed began to explain. “I saw myself in him when I stepped into that orphanage, he was alone. When I stepped up to speak with him he felt safe and comfortable—do you know what they did?” He hissed out. “They would beat the children if not following as instructed, starve them and lock them in rooms! I wouldn’t allow that to happen so I took him out of there!” He bangs his fist on the table in front of him.

Y/n whines. “Eddy, I want to home. I want to play chess again and puzzles. I miss our home.” He says, his eyes going big in worry and watery, close to breaking down again.

Edward shakes his head, pressing it up against the glass as he sighs deeply. “I’ll figure something out.” He lets him know, he had to get out of her if he is to return back to his son. “I promised, remember?”

Y/n sniffles, pressing his own forehead against the glass too as the two stay like that in silence before he is gently pulled away. He gasps and looks up to see Batman pulling him away. “I’m sorry.” He says, nodding to the officer behind him as the strange man takes Y/n. “No—let me go! I want to stay here! I want to stay!” He kicks and screams as the officer drags him out, the halls filled with begging cries.

Edward breaths heavily. “Where are you taking him.”

“The police will place him in a foster care system, if another family doesn’t adopt him he’ll—“ Bruce looks away. “He could be sent back to the orphanage.”

“No!” Edward slams his fist against the glass, anger filming his eyes as he glared at the Batman. “You dare take him back there and I’ll destroy all of Gotham. Burning it to the ground! He is mine and I will get him back, he belongs with me and will soon get him back!” He shouts and continues to bang against the glass and around the room.

“Your delusional.” Bruce says, watching Edward pace around the room. His eyes following his every movement. “I’m sorry.” He adds quietly, knowing that there was nothing he could do to help. The riddler is to stay in Arkham and the riddlers son is to be separated.

To stay far away.

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Bruce Wayne X Male Reader

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Authors note: Here is the Mafia AU! Hope you enjoy it! Tried to make it as spicy as I could but stuck with something simple a little bit fluffy, because we are just seeing Bruce being all happy and gooey for his sunshine husband who is a teacher! |(￣3￣)|

Request: Hi, can I request Male reader x Bruce Wayne Mafia au where reader is Bruce's Husband. Reader being a school teacher coming home to their manor/mansion before Bruce arrives from his "Mafia work" that reader doesn't know about since bruce hides it from him for some reason. Bruce comes home, very moody and angry because of work, reader trying to calm down his husband, then maybe he thinks of letting bruce use him (with consent of course) to let off steam👀 (so smut but its up to you if no details).

Warnings: Fluff, mafia AU, Bruce is a mob boss, husbands, reader is a sunshine, NSFW, 18+ only, mentions of eating out, language, rough sex, consent, unprotected sex ( be safe in real life ), Bruce needs some stress relief, domestic house husbands.

Word count: 2.4K

Tags: @readerisobssessed

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Bruce Wayne is a patient man, but when something goes wrong he won’t hesitate to kill the persons who screwed up there deals. Everyone in Gotham knew who he was and what he did, everyone feared the man and shakes him respect if they didn’t want to get themselves killed. What surprised a lot of people about Bruce is his husband, Y/n.

The young man was brighter than the sun, opposite from Bruce. He was Gothams popular middle school teacher, educating young children and helping them learn. What surprised them the most was that his husband had no idea who Bruce was. The man was either oblivious or just refused to believe that his husband was one of the most dangerous men living in Gotham.

Bruce was also surprised when he learned about this. The first time he met his husband he expected him to freak out and run or to be cautious around him. But, instead he would smoky brightly at Bruce and give him kisses. The man would also bake whenever Bruce felt down and offered him cookies. Bruce immediately fell in love with the man, dating him and then marrying him after a year.

Due to Bruce being married to an adorable husband he couldn’t help but grow protective of him to the point where he hired bodyguards for his husband and to work under the school, keeping themselves hidden as they watched over Bruce Wayne’s husband bonding with the children. Bruce had planned to tell his husband about his job and who he really was, but was afraid to ruin their marriage.

The two understood each other so well that when Bruce arrived home angry and upset, his husband is able to feel his anger, causing him to raise a brow in question as he finished cleaning the kitchen that Alfred allowed him to use as long as he cleaned up his mess. He cleans his hands on the rag and take the fresh plate of cookies to the living room where he sees Bruce sitting back on the couch, tie loosened and head thrown back.

“Hi.” Y/n says, looking down at him as Bruce opened his eyes to stare up at his husband who was upside down. He gives him a soft smile in return. “Cookie?” He held one out to Bruce, holding it near his lips as Bruce takes a bite into it. Taking the cookie into his hand as he sat up properly.

Y/n sets the plate on the coffee table and sits next to Bruce. “From the way your acting and eating the cookie,” he starts while Bruce looked away angrily. “I’m guessing something went wrong at work?”

It didn’t go wrong, it went terrible. Bruce but his trust on a newbie and lost ten million, causing him to give the new guy a lesson and to be taught properly. “Don’t worry about it.” He sighs out, running his fingers in his hair and pushing it back. “I’ve got it handled, just stressed.”

Y/n frowns, moving closer to Bruce as he placed his hand on his shoulder. “Want me to run you a warm bath?” He offers, leaning to kiss his cheek and his neck.

Bruce sighs in relief, turning to face his husband and pulling him close. He was far too stressed and a warmth bath won’t relieve it, he shakes his head at the next thought. He wouldn’t use his husband as stress relief, no. He told himself from the very beginning that he would never use his husband.

“Bruce?”

“A bath sounds nice.” He responds back, smiling and kissing him softly on the lips. Which Y/n leans into, placing his hands on his shoulders as deeps the kiss, catching Bruce off guard as he crawls onto his lap, still kissing him and trialing his hands down his back.

Bruce moans against his lips, wrapping an arm around his back and pulling him close. He’s too focused on kissing his husband that he doesn’t feel him trail his hands down his chest and to his belt, until he hears him unbuckling it’s. Bruce is quick to pull away. “What—?”

“It’s okay.” Y/n hums out, smiling at him. “Let me help you.”

Bruce shakes his head, gripping his wrists. “I’m fine.”

His husband frowns. “No your not, your stressed and need to let it out.”

“Not on you.” Bruce bites back. It wasn’t the first time they’ve had sex, they’ve done it various times but bruce was always gentle with him and took care of him and this anger he felt, he wasn’t going to let it out on his husband. He couldn’t be rough with him and hurt him.

“Bruce.” Y/n’s voice becomes stern, shocking the Wayne. “I want this, I really do.” He whines out, grinning down against him. “Your always so nice and soft, but this lust I see in your eyes,” he bites his lip. “I want you to be rough, I know you want too.”

“No—“ bruce shakes his head.

“I know you want to bend me over, fuck me against the coffee table. Maybe even against our bedroom door.” He whispers against Bruce’s ear. “I want to feel you deep inside of me, fucking me hard while scream your name. I want to feel you the next day.” He takes Bruce’s hand and placed it against his hard on, surprising him.

Bruce swallows nervously as he looks up to his husband. Y/n held pleading eyes full of lust as he grinds up against his hands as bruce groans. Whatever happened to his sunshine husband? The man who would smile brightly and teach young kids new things everyday?

“Bruce.”

Bruce’s attention is back on his husband. “Please.” Bruce snarled and shoved his mouth over Y/n’s, pushing his tongue ruthlessly in passed his teeth and sucking and flicking about him. The wet noises of their kissing filled the room and Y/n gave a little whimper as he reached up to tug at Bruce’s hair. Bruce’s larger hands went down and cupped at Y/n’s cheeks, gripping them tight before he massaged them open and shut and then gripped them again. His lover moaned, pleased with the attention.

They pulled apart for air, Y/n nipping at Bruce’s lips, before he started to fumble with Wayne’s tie, removing it completely and throwing it aside. Bruce smirks at him before coming to a stand, hearing his husband gasp in surprise as he kept his legs around his waist and carried him back to their bedroom for some privacy and where he throws him back on their large bed.

Y/n giggled as he flops down on the bed while Bruce worked on removing his button down, fumbling with the last button as he slips it off quickly, exposing his pale chest, scars littered his chest as Y/n roamed his hands over his broad chest. “Your body is beautiful.” He hums out, leaning up to place a kiss on his chest.

“So is yours and I want to see it. Get out of those clothes.” Bruce reached down to pull in his husband a belt buckle, lifting him up the bed a bit and pushing him back while he chuckles.

Y/n grins, struggling with his sweater and pulling it off while Bruce worked on his belt buckle, harshly pulling it out from a round his waist and startling his husband. “Bruce.” He whines out.

“I can buy you a new belt.” Bruce leans forward to place a kiss on his face, unbuttoning his pants and zipper and helping him shimmy out of them. Y/n bites his lip, moving his hips to remove his pants to reveal himself half naked, boxers still on but his hard on is now more visible.

Bruce eyes widen as he stares down at his beautiful husband. “Fuck.”

Y/n’s fave turns red as he slowly sits up, reaching out to trace his fingers temptingly and pressed them into the hem of Bruce’s pants. “Love, please…please put this inside me.”

Bruce growled and undid his pants and pushed them off quickly. “Shouldn’t you be a little slow? Enjoy it?” Y/n teased and kissed him again. “Your a tease and you’ll always be one.” Bruce tugs on his husbands boxers, a loud rip of fabric startles Y/n.

“Bruce!”

He looks at his destroyed boxers.

“Seriously?”

“Don’t worry darling, you married a rich man. I can buy you new ones.” Bruce mouths at his neck as Y/n’s goes red, looking away in shyness. Bruce’s eyes look up to his husband and chuckles at how his husband went from hungry lust to a shy Angel.

“Y/n.” He breaths out. “I want you.”

“I want you…want you in me.” Y/n turns back to face Bruce, reaching up to nibble under his jaw. “Please, tell me how you want me.”

“All fours.”

Y/n released a weak noise, “Fuck, yeah okay.” He moved over to their bed, crawling over on it. “I…uhm…”

Bruce’s smirk widens. “Put your shoulder down against the bed.” When his husband didn’t move quick enough he grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him down the mattress. “Just like that.”

“Bruce.” Y/n whimpered.

“Stay.” Bruce stood back and grinned at the beautiful sight. “Fuck, look at you.”

“Bruce, please.” Y/n loves over his shoulder. Bruce smiled, licking his lips hungrily and reached over to open his beloved up. “Y/n…” His fingers reached over to stroke over the hole, playing over the rim, purring to himself as it twitched. Y/n felt bruce shift behind him and then Y/n lunged forward in surprise, eyes flying open wide when Bruce’s tongue was pushed mercilessly into him. “Bruce!” He gasped out.

Bruces mouth was a bit occupied so he just hummed back and Y/n yelped again. This was new. Bruce had eaten him out a few times but not so deeply nor aggressively before. He could feel his nose pressed up against him as he fed into Y/n like he was starving. “Oh, Bruce!” He shrieked out. He knows that they’ve gone this aggressive or rough before and he gave Bruce his permission to do so, and he was enjoying it.

“Can’t—I’m gonna—!” He screamed as he came untouched into the mattress beneath him. He groaned, upper body falling weakly into the softness as he lower form began to join before Bruces firm hands grasped him and held him in place. “Now that your relaxed, we should be able to move to the next step.” Bruce licked his lips and sat up.

“Deep breaths.” Bruce whispers as his only warning before his thick, dripping head popped into Y/n and before his husband could catch his breath he gave a rough thrust. “Bruce!” Y/n squeals, his hands gripping the end sheets as he bites into the pillows beneath him. His breathing become heavily but is quick to calm himself. Bruce groans as he started pounding. His husband giving off moans between thrusts, growing louder each time he slammed into him. With each frantic thrust, Bruce looked down at Y/n’s gorgeous ass, watching it bounce with each thrust.

“Bruce—fuck, harder!” Y/n throws his head back, eyes glossy from the intense pleasure. All this time whenever Bruce was soft with him he enjoyed the small gestures and the amount of times that Bruce was gentle with him. But this whole new side of Bruce and the frantic fucking he was giving him was something he was enjoying. He loved this side of his husband as he fucked him into their mattress.

“You want to come?” Bruce questions and pulling back, causing his husband to whine at the lose before he’s lifted up and pressed up against his chest. His back to him while Bruce slammed back down into him.

Y/n sobbed as he bounced back against Bruce. “Yes! Please I want to come, let me come!” He pleads out between moans and whimpers while Bruce reached down to wrap his fingers around him, jerking him off as Y/n gasps. It was too much for him, he felt like he was going to explode.

“Does my good boy want to come?” Bruce grunts out against his neck, licking and biting down. “Yes! Yes! Let me come let me come!”

Bruce smirks at his husband. “That’s it,” he threw his head back and practically moans out loudly as Y/n clamped around him, squeezing tight. The two coming together, y/n gripping Bruce’s wrist and whining out. When he came back to himself he was still pumping Y/n with his seed and he moaned, the heat and squelching noise was delightful. It was the best orgasm he had ever had.

Y/n was panting softly as he leans back against Bruce who gently and slowly pulls out, lying him back down on the bed as he kissed the back of his neck and back. “Easy.” He hears Bruce whisper to him as he turns him around my slowly to see Y/n smiling.

“That was new.” Y/n says with a chuckle as Bruce chuckles in return, leaning down to capture his lips into a soft kiss. “Let me clean you up.” He mumbled against his lips as Y/n nods tiredly, watching Bruce pull away and head towards their bathroom where he grabs a wet rag to clean up their mess, his husbands eyes closing slowly and tired.

Bruce smiles, tossing the rag in the hamper and covering Y/n up with the blankets as he crawled next to his side, holding him close to his chest as he kissed the top of his head. Y/n groaning and shifting around to snuggling up to his chest. The Wayne sighs to himself as he keeps his arms wrapped around his husband as the two slept the day away.

When morning came, Bruce is awoken by the sound of his husbands phone ringing. The billionaire groans, shifting to the other side as he reached down on their discarded clothes, fishing out Y/n’s phone as he answers.

“Hello?”

“Oh! Hello? Is Y/n there by any chance? My name is Stephan, from Gothams middle school office. We were wondering if Y/n would be coming in today?”

Bruce glanced at the clock that hung on their bedroom wall. Y/n was suppose to be teaching today and he was an hour late. He looks over his shoulder to see y/n still asleep, peacefully and comfortable.

Bruce smiles and clears his throat. “Im sorry but Y/n won’t be able to make it in today, he is sick at the moment and should get better later on.” He informs to the man on the other side of the phone before hanging up and tossing the phone aside, crawling back under the sheets and hugging Y/n close as he chuckles to himself.

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Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Headcanons: You’re new in town and help Billy become a better person.

Warnings: mentions of violence and homophobia, hints of smut.

A/N: This doesn’t really follows the ST timeline but who cares about canon or accuracy, am I right?

[ Masterlist ]

Your parents move you a lot due to their jobs, they’re always researching something in some strange corner of the world. You can’t understand how you went from living in South America for the last six months to living in middle-of-nowhere Hawkins Indiana.

You’re out to your parents, and they’re very supportive. You consider yourself lucky, they’re very modern and open-minded people.

The kids at your new school don’t know what to make of you with your different clothes, hair and accent. Some of the teachers are fascinated to learn of the places you’ve been to.

When you met Robin your gaydars went off and you’re both excited to have a Fellow Gay in town. She introduces you to her friend Steve and the three of you become very close. Soon you are also helping Steve take care of his kids.

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sober

eddie munson x reader

summary: song fic based on “Sober Haha Jk Unless” by Hospital Bracelet

warnings: gn!reader, ANGST, TW!! heavy drug use, implied addiction, some suicidal ideation and an attempt, this is pretty heavy i won’t lie, hopeful ending, a touch of dark humor

a/n: this song is in a very specific playlist that i made of songs that make me cry. i was listening to it at 2 am and just started writing until this fic was done so i apologize if it's a bit rough around the edges. this is definitely a departure from the smut i’ve been posting lmao

!!if you are on the taglist for eddie but don’t want to be tagged in something like this in the future, pls let me know. i don’t think i’ll be writing another fic like this anytime soon but just in case!!

I’ve been thinking about it every hour

You’ve fallen into a cycle recently, one that you’re not sure you can break out of. You wake up, pop a few pills, barely make it through the school day, go home, cry, pop a couple more to dull it all out, fall asleep, and repeat.

Lights are off, and it’s harder to do without power

The lights are never on in your room. If they were, you’d be able to see yourself in the mirror, and that’s something you just can’t do. You know you don’t look good, you can tell from how the people around you react, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

My feet are broken, knees are loose, and I end up on the ground

It all spirals out of control the day Eddie cuts you off. He meets you in your usual spot, signature toolbox in hand and a frown on his face.

“You ran out already? I just gave you some last week.”

It’s only been a few days, and your stash is all but depleted. “Whatever, are you gonna give it to me or not?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t know if I should, Y/N.”

Panic rises in your body. “C’mon Eds, it’s no big deal.” You hold out a fistful of cash with a trembling hand. “I’ll pay you double, whatever you want.”

“You don’t pay me at all usually, and I’m sorry, I can’t help you if I wanted to. You’ve cleaned me out of all the good shit.”

A pained whine escapes your chest, and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so focused on getting your fix. “Please, Eddie, I know you have to have something!”

Eddie opens his toolbox, and you can see he’s not lying. All that’s left is some weed, and that’s not the high you’re looking for. “That’s not all you have. You’re lying, you’re just lying to me!”

“Y/N,” Eddie approaches you carefully, like you’re a wild animal, trying his best not to spook you. “Are you okay?”

He puts a hand on the side of your face as he looks you over, taking in the dark circles under your eyes, the way your skin has gone dull and the skin on your lips is dry and cracked. Once upon a time, maybe even a few weeks ago, you would’ve leaned into his touch, perhaps even taken it further.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you freak,” you slap his hand away, ignoring the genuine hurt you can see in his expression.

“Sorry, I don’t wanna be your little fucktoy right now," you spit. "You can get it somewhere else.”

Eddie’s gaze hardens, and he steps back, grabbing the box and slamming it shut. “I’m not selling you shit anymore. Call me when you’ve figured out whatever the fuck is going on with you right now.”

He storms off, and your heart sinks into your stomach, matching the way you sink to the ground, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as you try desperately not to cry.

I don’t really know if I wanna overdose

You strike gold when you get home, rifling through your parents’ bathroom. Your mom had had a few surgeries in the past, and you knew they must have prescribed her some sort of pain medication. To your muted delight, you find plenty of mostly-full bottles, the sound of the pills rattling in their containers sounding like music to your ears.

The first time you almost overdose, it’s an accident. Turns out, mixing a bottle of vodka with prescription-grade opiates isn’t a great idea, and you wake up in a puddle of your own puke. You clean yourself up and rinse your mouth in the sink, wondering the whole time, what if?

The second time is not an accident.

You walk into your shift at Family Video to find out you’ve been fired. Apparently, not showing up for work most of the time and being out of it when you are there doesn’t make you a model employee. Robin follows you after you walk out, trying to talk to you, but you brush her off, and she gives up as you shut your car door in her face.

Robin is yet another one of the friends you’ve pushed away and now lost. First, it was your usual crowd, then Eddie, and now the girl you thought of like a sister.

You consider the bottle in your palm as you sit on your bed that night. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if you took just one too many of the pills that sat so enticingly in your grasp. Your friends were clearly over you, your kind-of boyfriend/hookup/dealer didn’t want to see you again, and your parents had never given a shit anyway. There was no one keeping you here but you. You’re sick and tired of life anyway, which was the whole reason you started using so often in the first place, and you come to a decision. At least with everyone you love gone from your life, there’s no need to write one of those cheesy notes.

You’re almost in a trance as you unscrew the cap, dumping the remnants of the bottle, about a fourth, in your palm. Swallow mechanically, you start choking the pills down in groups of a few at a time. You lay back, head resting on your pillow as the effects begin to kick in.

A small smile crosses your lips as you fold your arms over your chest like a corpse in a coffin. You find it unreasonably funny to think of someone finding you like that, in the classic position of the dead.

When you wake up in the morning, feeling extraordinarily sluggish but still alive, you’re filled with the strongest emotions you’ve felt in a while: despair, embarrassment, and deep disappointment. Angry tears stream down your cheeks as sobs wrack your chest, ugly crying in a way you can’t remember doing since you were a child screaming about a broken bone.

Maybe I’m just constantly scared of being on my own

The next couple of weeks are spent locked in your room, skipping school and leaving only to grab a bit of food in the dead of night. You’ve never felt so isolated, so wholly and utterly alone. As much as it pains you to admit it, you miss your friends, you miss Eddie.

In periods where you have coherent enough thought, you find yourself longing for him. Not just the sex or smoking together, but the little things. The way his eyes light up when a song he likes plays on the radio, how he would always go out of his way to make you laugh, the sappy look on his face when you kissed him for the first time. He was one of the best things in your life, and you had to go and fuck it up just like everything else.

A head without the thoughts, I think that’s what I need

You’re mindful of your dwindling supply of the only thing keeping you going. The number of little capsules is slowly and surely ticking down in the last bottle, and you know that if you keep it up at the rate you have been, you’re going to need a refill soon. There’s maybe a week left, maybe a couple extra days if you really stretch it out, but you know you can’t bear to be able to think for long enough periods to make it last.

You weigh your options. If you take them all in one go, the supply issue will cease to exist, but on the other hand, if by some miracle you wake up again, you’ll be fresh out of pills and will need to find another way to restock.

Maybe I’m just too messed up to succeed

It’s kind of funny, you think. You used to be so bright and “promising,” as adults would say when you were small, and now here you were, high out of your mind on the floor with no prospects in life.

You’re broken from your thoughts by a loud knock at your front door. Home alone, you’re sure that without anyone answering, whoever is there will just leave.

“Y/N!” You can hear a muffled call of your name, and your heart jumps up in your throat. You cautiously make your way out of your room as the voice calls your name again, feeling like you're moving through water.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there.” You peer through the peephole and can see Eddie standing there, nervously tapping his foot with his arms crossed.

His head falls forward with a sigh, and he braces both arms against the door, forehead pressing against the wood between them. “Please, just let me in.”

You back away a few steps, trying to put some more separation between you and Eddie as you contemplate your decision. You could easily turn tail and return to your room, retreating back into the dark to think about whether or not to risk finishing off the last handful of pills. That option sounds very tempting, but you force yourself to consider the alternative.

You could also open the door, let Eddie inside, and finally see the person you’ve been craving more than any drug, maybe even think about asking for a little bit of help. God, you don’t even know what to say to him. How could you ever explain the tornado that’s ripped through your life and settled in your chest, slowly chipping away at what’s left of your heart? Your head is swimming and it's not just from your high.

“I’m not leaving until you open the door.” Eddie’s voice rings out in the silence once again. “I’ll wait here all night, fuck, I’ll stay out here forever if that’s what it takes.”

You inhale deeply, walking back to the door. Your hand hovers over the lock, fingers just grazing the cool metal. You exhale as you unlock it, eyes closing as you turn the little lever and reach for the handle.

After a few more moments of hesitation, you open the door, and you finally let Eddie inside.

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Homophobic // Bruce Wayne & Selina Kyle.

Bruce Wayne x male!reader (romantic/crush).Selina Kyle x male!reader (platonic).

(Batman and Selina aren't a thing bc reasons) this is pure comedy and fluff.

Reader is meant to be a gothy dude.

A very important question is asked.

"Do you think Bruce Wayne is homophobic?" You asked in your drunk state while you watched the tv, the reporter was talking about him, Selina, completely sober looked at you.

"Oh he definitely is" She said confident, removing your boots.

Batman was on the apartment too, investigating a case with Selina but she has to take care of you first.

"What do ya think, Batsy?" You asked him.

"He isn't" He answered shortly.

"Hmmmm elaborate" You said, Selina got a wipe on your face to take your make up off.

"He donates money to LGBT+ organizations at any time of the year" He explained, Selina brushed your hair.

"Hm you're right, BUT—" You hipped.

"Let me tell you, Batsy, I was on a dinner once and I hit him by accident, talked with him a little, he was very odd around me" You explained, Batman looked at you.

"He sensed I like boys and he was immediately disgusted by me, I swear to Goood" You dragged your words, Selina chuckled and finally leaved you alone, Batman smiles softly, he hide it very well.

"Or maybe he likes you" She teased, you looked at her, Batman did the same.

"Ayo?, maybe, I'm quite the snack, and He isn't bad looking either" You said with a smirk.

"Should I shoot my shot? I mean, everytime I answer his stories he hearths my replies" You bragged, Selina looked stunned.

"He has social media?" She asked.

"Yeaaah, one for Wayne Enterprises and one for himself, he rarely post things, I'm pretty sure is his marketing team who obligates him to take photos, but yeah, he is very handsome" You said, Batman panicked, how did you got it right?.

Yes, that day at the dinner he recognized you, and you looked very handsome as always, he isn't used to date, let alone flirt with someone.

"What do ya think, Batsy, should I slide into his DM's?" You asked grabbing one of Selina's cats.

"Yes" He said shortly, Selina grabbed her bag and headed to the door.

"I'm ready" She said, Batman nodded and followed her.

"Wait! What do I text him? Like— 'did you heard the new MCR song' or something like that?" You asked, Selina only chuckled and left, you looked at Batman, he seemed tense, flustered, were his cheeks pink? You couldn't see he got out before you could get an answer.

You lay on the couch and look at the T.V. again.

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A/N: heyyy, let me know if you liked this JDJSKSJJSS and if you want like part 2 or sum.

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✎ Death Trap

↳ Theseus Scamander x Reader

꒰ Word Count: 1.6k

꒰ Trigger Warnings: Mentions of De@th? Tad bit of blood? Death? I dunno, I didn’t plan this one out LMAO

꒰ Notes: Alice writing for Theseus? Impossible. Anyways… ahaha, I was gonna write this for Newt, but Newt’s to sweet to do such a thing and Theseus just fits ‘cause he’s an auror

“Theseus, please” Travers looked into the eyes of the brunette, his eyes showed off no mercy, completely serious with his words.

He didn’t know how to respond, he knew that Travers was serious about this, but seriously? Did he not know that Y/n was his fiancee ?

That they were supposed to get married the following month? Well secretly, Y/n wasn’t quite popular among the wizarding world.

Being the daughter of the most wanted “dark” wizard in the world had its setbacks. Including the fact that most aurors- and the Ministry- wanted her dead.

He held back the urge to tell him off, to refuse, to stop all of this - unlike the usual Theseus who usually (always) went with whatever Travers said to him, this time it was different.

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It Just Feels Right

Newt Scamander x Male Reader ~ Oneshot, as requested by anon

- - -

Warm water caresses your bare skin, and it reminds you of the way that he used to hold you when he first met you. Letting your head rest against the edge of the bathtub, you close your eyes and remember.

He had run into you (literally) when both of you were first years. Neither of you were the most popular, so you quickly became fast friends. The moment you set eyes on him you knew that you were going to fall for him. Unfortunately there was competition - Leta Lestrange. To top it all off, you didn’t even know if he was interested in other men. And you weren’t going to take a chance and wreck the close relationship you had with him as a friend.

After Hogwarts you fell out of touch with Newt. For all you knew he had ended up marrying Leta. Eventually your path led you into the Dark Arts. You couldn’t bring yourself to use it for ‘evil’, but you definitely found it more effective and interesting than the more… Legal magic. Of course it didn’t take long for the Ministry to find out about this, and so you were brought to only a few months ago - hiding out somewhere in Wales. You finally broke down and wrote to Newt, the only contact you had left that you felt you could trust. Honestly you hadn’t expected a letter back; it shocked you when you received a rather bedraggled owl in return, bearing an offer for you to join him in New York. After reading it you had sunk to the ground, clutching the tattered paper to your chest. Your heart fluttered, and you struggled to remind yourself that he didn’t think of you as anything except a friend. The fact that he invited you to stay with him meant nothing more than that he was as kind as he had always been. What an amazing soul he always had…

And so you were here. After all this time… You realized that you were smiling. Shaking yourself out of your reminiscence, you couldn’t stop yourself from startling when you heard the door of the small apartment creaking open.

“Newt, is that you?” You hurriedly clambered out of the tub, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself.

There wasn’t any response, but you could hear someone sinking down onto the small couch across from the door.

“Hey, is something wrong?” You frowned, seeing Newt looking smaller than you had ever seen him, his head buried in his hands. Making your way over and sitting beside him you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.

He sighed deeply. “N-no, I’m just… I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it unless you don’t want to. Should I call Tina and tell her not to come over this afternoon?”

“She’s already on the way, it’s over. I mean, there’s no point. It’s fine.” He waved a hand dismissively.

“You don’t sound like yourself, Newt. I’m worried about you.” You said bluntly. “If there’s something bothering you, you can tell me. You can tell me anything.” I love you. You choked the thought back. It just felt so natural to say. But you couldn’t.

He turned his face to look at you, and his eyes seemed to burn. A light flush rested across his cheeks, and his gaze met yours with an intensity you weren’t prepared for. You’d never seen him like this - usually he was more timid, almost awkward in social situations. Your breath left your body in a sharp exhale. You were so close to him… Your breathing ruffled his messy bangs ever so slightly. You couldn’t look away.

Newt leaned in closer. “Listen, I - I don’t know if you feel the same, so. I’m just gonna do it. I’ve thought about it for a, for a long time now.”

All you could do was nod, and close your eyes. A warmth seemed to fill your body, and your heart felt like it was on fire. “Yes…”

His lips met yours. They were soft, chapped ever so slightly. The kiss was awkward, and you could feel the nervousness and tension radiating off of him. He’s never done this before, the thought occurred to you, and you had to stop yourself from moaning.

Pulling back only for a moment to take a breath, you dove in again. Leading the kiss, you drew him in against your bare chest - the bathrobe falling open. Reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, you relished the feeling of his body completely pliable beneath your hands. There was no sense of time passing, there was only the smell, the feel, the reality of Newt in your arms. And he was kissing you back.

The door of the apartment opened so silently (for once) that neither of you noticed until you heard Tina’s soft gasp. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I’ll just be going now!” She hurriedly backed out, shock battling with a look of knowing in her eyes.

You let your eyes slide shut again, resting your forehead against Newt’s. He had looked more embarrassed than he had ever in his entire life, but what did it matter?

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think. I think I love you.” Newt said quietly.

Your heart leaped. “I love you too.” And you were finally content. The world will just have to deal with it.

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It Just Feels Right

Newt Scamander x Male Reader ~ Oneshot, as requested by anon

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“Newt, is that you?” You hurriedly clambered out of the tub, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself.

There wasn’t any response, but you could hear someone sinking down onto the small couch across from the door.

He sighed deeply. “N-no, I’m just… I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it unless you don’t want to. Should I call Tina and tell her not to come over this afternoon?”

“She’s already on the way, it’s over. I mean, there’s no point. It’s fine.” He waved a hand dismissively.

Newt leaned in closer. “Listen, I - I don’t know if you feel the same, so. I’m just gonna do it. I’ve thought about it for a, for a long time now.”

All you could do was nod, and close your eyes. A warmth seemed to fill your body, and your heart felt like it was on fire. “Yes…”

You let your eyes slide shut again, resting your forehead against Newt’s. He had looked more embarrassed than he had ever in his entire life, but what did it matter?

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think. I think I love you.” Newt said quietly.

Your heart leaped. “I love you too.” And you were finally content. The world will just have to deal with it.

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Back stabber // Ben Florian.

Ben Florian x male! reader.

This is a re-write for a fic I made a year ago called "traitor".

You looked at yourself in the mirror, this week have been a lot for you and it has made you think.

You were raised on the isle of the lost, son of the white queen but kidnapped as a baby by her sister, the queen of hearths, when you were 15 you got out of the isle to meet with your mother again who passed away a year after.

The VK's are on Auradon, but not the one's you thought, when Ben told you he would be bringing some of them you got excited because you had the hope that your old friends will came out of that limousine,

But no, you got of all of the isle kids, the ones that used to make fun of you, especially Mal, you decide to let it go, the past if the past and she (or the others) didn't recognize you when they saw you.

Now, your anniversary with Ben was coming, your relationship isn't public, but it's fine, he loves you and that's all that matters.

You got out of your dorm and walked to the lockers.

You saw Ben and Mal talking, you were late for class so you didn't pay attention on what they were talking.

When you got into class you opened your book to find a note.

Good luck at the tourney game today!, I hope I don't get too distracted by your pretty face ;).

Also, we'll have a picnic on the enchanted lake!.

Ily Ben <3.

You smiled and kept with your class.

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You were warming up before the game, you saw Ben he was very giggly and nervous.

"Hey, beast boy, why are you so happy?" You said with a smile, Ben turned around and face you.

"I- I don't know, I'm just very excited" He said, you patted his shoulder, you saw Carlos murmuring something to Jay, the taller boy rolled his eyes and kept warming up.

"Loving the optimism, boys! Today we have to put all our energy on this game" The coach said looking at you and Ben.

The tourney game was going beyond good, the game ended in Auradon winning, you celebrated with Chad and looked for Ben on the crowd, Audrey gets closer to you.

"Congratulations!" She said, you hugged her tightly.

"Thanks 'dry, but where's Ben?" You asked, the princess shruged and Chad pointed.

Ben stood up and grabbed a microphone, you got filled with anxiety quickly, a week ago he told you he wanted to do your relationship public.

"There's something I'd like to say" He started, the crowd got silent and everyone looked at him.

"Give me an 'M'!" He said.

"M" Everyone responded.

You were confused, you only looked at Chad and Audrey.

"Give me an 'A'!"

"A!"

"Give me an 'L'!"

Wait.

"L!"

"What does that spell?!" He shouted.

No.

"MAL" You looked at the purple haired girl on the crowd, your hands began to shake.

"C'mon I can't hear you!"

"MAL" They all cheered to the VK girl.

"I love you, Mal, Did I mention that?" He said, you shaked you head in denial, Audrey touched your shoulder.

"Hey—" You didn't let her finish, you started to walk away from the scene.

Audrey followed you and the crowd noticed her, they all let out a pitiful "oww" as an answer to Ben's "girlfriend" being played like that.

You got into your dorm, you felt like you couldn't breath, a gasp left your lips and there were tears running on your cheeks, you took off your uniform and layed on your bed.

How could he do this?!.

Did he got tired of you?

Why—

"Hey, buddy" Chad opened the door of your dorm and peeked inside, Audrey opened the door and entered.

"Leave me alone" You whined, Audrey sat on the bed.

"I- I- Don't understand" You said, Chad sat infront of the bed.

"Nobody does, it's so weird—" Chad said.

"I think something happened to Ben" Audrey interrupted, you looked at Chad.

"I don't want to hear about him!" You shouted

"Now get out of my room, I want to be alone" You said and buried your face on the pillow, the two royals left.

"You know what, I saw Ben with the VK's earlier today, um, he was normal, ya know your hopelessly romantic Ben, I left and then he was acting odd" Said Chad, Audrey looked at him.

"What if something happened to him in the meantime?" The prince said, Audrey gasped.

"What if the VK's spelled him?" She said, Chad sighed.

"Stop trying to blame everything on the VK's—"

"No, wait, I know that I said some nasty thing about them, but hear me out this time" Audrey interrupted, the prince looked at her.

"This morning I was talking to Looney and she told me she saw the VK's last night on the kitchen, they were making cookies and she said she cried a little, and when she did, she swears, Mal grabbed her tear and put it into the mix!" She said.

"Plus what you just told me!" Audrey said.

You sighed heavy and looked at your watch, it was midnight, you didn't wanted to see Ben, so you started to pack your bags to go to an "emergency meeting" on Wonderland.

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A/N: Ayooooo, a descendants fic in 2022?!??? Anyways here is the re-write, I'll re-write part 2 too and if I have time I will end the series like I originally planned to.

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Andrew! Peter Parker x male reader but peters the top which I never see with male readers 🤞

YOOOO I GOTCHU

the elevator ride

A/n: Literally wanted to have fun with this,, THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS BECAUSE HES ALWAYS BOTTOM :/// anyways…this is so dumb I’m sorry if I ruined elevators for y’all😭

Summary: You and Peter get intimate in an Oscorp elevator after being deprived of sexual contact.

Warnings: Plot…what plot?? Smut. Oral (Peter receiving), and fucking (Reader receiving)

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A small ding chimed out through the bustling tower. A set of thin, translucent doors parted, followed by the much thicker, metal doors. Stepping into the enclosed space, your attention turned to the artificial voice that spoke to you.

The woman appeared on the small display situated to the left of the closed doors, "What floor would you like to go to?"

"Forty-two, please," You answered, fiddling with the clipboard in your hands. The machine sorted through its apparatus for a few seconds before the woman on the screen replied with a compliant, "OK."

Your eyes shifted around the room with a desire to find anything to cure the oncoming boredom as the elevator commenced its slow descent to a lower floor. They went from peering past the glass walls to landing on the doors again, more specifically, the misshapen reflection found within them as if they were mirrors propped up in a fun-house. For a quick laugh, you took a step to the side and watched your likeness stretch in the chromatic surface.

Then the elevator stopped. You quickly straightened your posture and returned to a professional manner for whoever was getting on. It didn't last long, though, as the gates parted once again to reveal another person standing on the other side—it was your boyfriend, a matching clipboard in his hand with the Oscorp logo visible on the back. He sported a white lab coat similar to yours—the same logo printed just above the coat's chest pocket. His hair perfectly tossed from the breeze and the back-and-forth pacings demanded by the job.

“Dr.Parker.” You greeted with a fake smile as he entered the elevating box.

Peter returned the smile and copied your professional greeting, “Dr.(L/N)”

You hung your head low and groaned at the imposed workplace rules, a light snicker following at how ridiculous it was, “God, I hate this.”

“What?”

“This,” You wave around the clipboard with scientific information clamped to it as you complained, “This job and it’s ‘no fraternizing’ rule. I wanna be able to hold your hand and stuff.”

The backside of your hand brushed against the back of his low-hanging one. Your lives had been so busy recently; Peter was always out saving the people of New York, and you were constantly stuck doing whatever your job—or Harry—demanded of you to do. So the slightest bit of contact with the other was something to cherish.

Though, Peter didn't take your hand like you had expected him to. Instead, he moved away to press a button in the array; it shone a bright red—he had pressed the emergency stop button. The elevator came to a sudden halt as you felt it rock along the rails, the cables omitting a light screech from above you at the sudden stop.

Your face contorted, taking a quick look to your boyfriend as he retreated to where he had previously stood, "What are you doing?"

Peter moved closer to you, one of his hands playfully slipping around you to rest on your ass, "I know we haven't had a lot of time together, so I thought we could..."

"At work? In a see-through elevator?"

"You have to push the call button for anyone important to notice. Besides, everyone's wrapped up in their work. They won't care for two researchers being gone for a little," Peter explained, looking at you with almost pleading eyes.

"Let's agree to make this quick," You sighed, reluctantly freeing yourself from Peter's grip to peel off your clothes. It wasn't that you weren't excited—after all, Peter could never make something uninteresting—it was the idea of rushing through this that made it seem less enjoyable. You wanted to have a night where things could go slow and build to what was about to happen, but this was all the time you had.

Peter had already stripped himself of his pearly-white lab coat and the tee-shirt underneath it, leaving him a pair of solid denim jeans and one of his many pairs of beaten-up sneakers. You yanked your top off and tossed it to the ground, Peter nearing you with a hand that softly molded to the side of your face on contact.

"I missed this," He mumbled, the light trace of his lips connecting with your forehead before backing his head to look at you. He scanned your complexion, absolutely enamored at the sight of you, and you felt it. Those short glances as you two passed the other in the halls had evolved into a loving look into the soul of the other, "Now, let's show everyone how much I fucking love you."

Wasting no time at all, Peter guided you to the clear wall that faced the chrome doors. The cool glass pressing against your back indicated that anyone could look into the small enclosure from the other side; your topless figure would be the first thing anyone would lay their eyes upon in the elevated sight. Peter didn't break the gaze into your eyes, wanting to cherish the moment for a few more seconds before having his way with you.

It was only until his gaze sunk to the level of your lips before quickly returning to your eyes did he break it, now back with a certain look in his own complexion—one of determinative neediness.

You felt this craving once his own set of lips met yours. He domineered the silent—yet passionate—exchange by pulling you deep into it with a coveting hold.

And his hands showed the greediness that laid behind the sultry admiration in his eyes in the same way, as he trailed the shape of your body until he reached the hem of your pants. Your hand flew down to stop him, and he broke the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

"Shouldn't I make you feel good?" You asked hushedly, "You can't expect me to let you do all the work, right?"

This wasn't how it was usually said; Peter was consistently the one to call the shots, but the lack of contact lately had driven you over the edge.

"Okay—okay, (Y/n)," He granted your ask with a laugh, "Get to work then."

Peter didn't have to say it twice; the side of you that had been starved for the slightest bit of intimacy had practically been the force to push you to your knees, your hands pulling at the entrapping denim and boxers to set his waiting cock free. From the way his length had excitedly sprung out from your actions, you could tell that he wanted this as much—if not more—than you.

You were quick to take the head past your parted lips, the memory of how his girth stretched your lips flooding back to you within a few seconds. You had never forgotten about how much Peter was actually packing, the image of the corded muscle forever burned into your brain from the previous intimate endeavors with your boyfriend. It was almost funny that Peter was nervous on your first attempt at messing around with the other because he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to his assets. He was big, big enough to turn pleasure into blissful pain.

The head of his cock had run smoothly over your tongue as you took in more of him, the pre-cum leaving a lingering taste that quickly mixed with the salty flavor of the underside of his length. Your eyes followed along the rest of his cock still outside of your mouth and up to his shot-back head—the sound of a loud moan spilling out into the small space.

If you were being honest, the back of your throat hadn't lost its experience from these efforts either, as you were quick to take up to the first half of his shaft into what Peter would only call 'perfection' with no issue. And the feeling of Peter's cock in your mouth drove you wild enough as it is. You didn't want to simply suck on his meat, but devour it entirely.

Even if Peter didn't know of your desires, he ate up how you expressed them by hollowing your cheeks and acting carelessly towards the small strands of spit spilling from your mouth and onto your chin. As you bobbed on his length, his hands lightly ran through your hair, searching for a good grip on your head.

Once he found it, Peter started to control the rate of how fast you took his cock, nearly ready to let his release spill down into your throat.

But, Peter had to resist the urge to finish in your mouth, knowing that if he held out for a bit longer, he would be taken from the soft high of cloud nine to the thin air of heaven—left in a fight for air on his way down.

His cock slid past your lips again, your mouth going empty, and lips slicked as he pulled away—the slight glistening of saliva coating his cock visible in the lighting of the elevator. Peter gave it a few tugs before retracting his hand, bringing it to his mouth, spitting in his palm, and quickly wrapping it around his length while jerking it again.

"You ready?" He asked.

"To get back to work?" You teased, "Yeah, I'm ready."

He used his other hand to help you up, guiding you to the elevator doors as you leaned against them with your forearms. You watched Peter come closer through the reflection of the doors, the both of his hands taking ahold of your hips as he readjusted your stance. You felt one hand slip away while the other stayed in place.

Within seconds, you felt the tip of his dick brush against your hole, slightly shifting around until he pushed the head of his cock in. The both of you moaned at how it felt. It was evident that both of you needed this more than you realized.

"If this was my job, I'd never take a day off," Peter joked, pushing himself in a little further.

"Me neither, I'd have so much overtime," You laughed, the pleasure rendering you weak all over your body.

Peter used joking as a distraction from the pain, and in all fairness, it almost always worked. The combination of charisma with stupid jokes was enough to keep you laughing while he was quick to bottom out in you. He pressed his chest to your back in an attempt to bask in as much touch as he could, his arms finding their way around to your chest to hold you close.

With the first swing of his hips, Peter could tell it would only take a few more motions like that to do it for him before he would be emptying himself inside you.

You felt similarly to your boyfriend; being pent up like a wild animal meant to run free caused you to be at the edge from simply having him in your mouth. Now, you felt him working open a much more sensitive area of your body, making you fill the small enclosure with your own moans.

To Peter's surprise, he managed to pick up a steady pace, rhythmically sliding in and out of you. He became verbal as well—both in a flurry of moans that intertwined with yours and accompanying praise.

"Look at you," He moaned, a hand finding its way to the back of your head to lock your attention to the oddly disproportionate reflection of yourself and him in the mirror, "You're taking me so well. I'm so fucking lucky to have you."

Peter's thrusts became sloppier; he was ready to finish and wanted to make sure you would get the same high as him. He slid a hand down your body to your own length, using a variety of maneuvers ranging from simple tugs to rubbing his thumb over the tip of your cock.

"Fuck!" You moaned, your hot breath fogging the chrome as your release sprayed out, coating Peter's hand and the metallic wall in front of you.

Peter came quickly after you, your ass spasming around his cock as he gave one last push into you, filling your ass with his own release.

A mixture of pants overtook the oncoming silence, the ecstasy of reaching your climaxes gradually fading with each passing second.

"Guess we have to get back to work, huh?" You rhetorically asked, pacing to your pile of clothes and slipping each article of clothing over yourself.

"Unfortunately, yeah," Peter agreed with a sigh of reluctance. He bent over to pick up his clothes before coming to a halt. His senses alerted him of your heart rate picking back up, so he stood straight, turning to face you.

Then, he realized your phone was buzzing, and you handed it to him, reading what was on the screen aloud, "It's Harry."

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