#even in my strict ass high school they were

[lovetei]

Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: The Brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Gender neutral pronouns for MC, Cussing, Slight yandere themes (Belphegor, Asmodeus)

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

This demon likes sticking to rules

Running on hallways? Detention

Eating during class? Detention

Not paying attention to class? Detention

No one is safe...

Except for one person.

The cafeteria if filled with loud noises, your voice shouting profanities to another demon specifically.

Everyone listening to the argument feels like they're stomach is about to burst out of nervousness because "What if Lucifer randomly comes in and put all of us is detention because we just stood by and didn't do anything to stop the fight?!"

And he did.

But what surprised them is that he didn't shout or anything, he just stood there for a few second and scanned the crowd looking for one of his brothers.

Spotted Mammon and came close to him before whispering something among themselves.

And then he just stood there

Doing nothing

As if it's just fucking okay to let a human, the exchange student at that, to scream and curse a demon because he won't cooperate into this project.

And when the demon started cursing back at you, the rules are suddenly so strict as if cussing will cause the end of the 8 rings of hell.

The demon is sent to detention, removed from the group, suspended, and many more.

And who knows? Maybe you pulled just a few strings to have that demon expelled.

But what the citizens sure know is that they never saw anyone again after talking to MC like that.

MAMMON

It was cute

Mammon would do anything for you, no matter how big or small it is.

One day, Mammon was spotted running around the halls of RAD.

Looking like he's getting chased by Lucifer, again.

But surprisingly, he's not.

He's just running around the school fetching your fan, notebooks, bag, pens, water or some snacks.

One time, you two were put in a group for this project and were talking about it with your other group mates.

Then you hit him with a "Mammon, I left my notebook on my desk in the potions class, can you fetch it for me?"

With just a blink of an eye, Mammon who was leaning on your shoulder just a few minutes ago is gone.

And with another blink of an eye he's there again with your notebook on his hands then he's back to leaning on your shoulder again as if he didn't just go to the other side of the school for a notebook.

LEVIATHAN

He's introverted

He won't go out his room if it's just for some lame party

I also headcanons for him to be the most unseen brother

Or like him having the smallest amount of photo and information online because he just won't go out.

Yeah, he won't go out if it's just some small, lame party but if Diavolo hosts it, what exactly can he do?

"Do you think the avatar of envy will attend this party?"

"Ha! No way... Lord Leviathan won't attend small parties or gatherings like these unless Lord Diavolo hosts it himself."

"Lord Leviathan really has a high standard when it comes to gatherings..."

And then poof

He's there

Beside you

A happy go lucky sheep beside a gloomy snake

What a match

And if you ask him why he would attend such gatherings when it's totally not even his style he would just go like "MC."

"What can I do? MC really wants to see the fireworks display."

"MC wants me to escort them."

So they got the hint on how to make Levi attend gatherings, either have Diavolo host it or invite MC too.

SATAN

He's angry

But not angry enough to yell when MC is around

Man's can go from 👹 to ☺️ real quick as soon as he felt MC's prescense

He doesn't know why too, but whenever he yell while you're around he thinks he'll fall out of favor

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'RE SO PERFECT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AROUND WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD FAR UP YOUR ASS- Oh, Hi MC? How are you?"

He'll talk so sweet in front you and then when you turn around you can see some veins popping out of his neck and forehead.

And if he can't really handle it and went berserk in your prescense another scary yet amazing thing you can is to put your hand on his body.

Shoulder, head, neck, wrist, arm, wherever it is.

Just pat him or link your arms with him and he will start to calm down.

ASMODEUS

People headcanon him to like it when you're obsessed with him but I think he's more obsessed to you.

Like he's down bad

You can do anything and he'll literally fawn all over it

"Look at the way they run their hands through their hair!"

"Look at how they work!"

"The way they hold that fork is so graceful~"

Literally, you're the only person that comes to his mind when someone said pretty

Except for himself of course

But I swear, whenever someone caught him staring at you the atmosphere gets so thick

You don't even know why but the atmosphere is heavy and the air suddenly smells so sweet

And those heart in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate

Yeah, you have this man worshipping you alongside himself

BEELZEBUB

Other than the fact that he's actually willing to share his food with you

He's willing to help you in any physical works

Like lifting up things, carrying your stuffs and sometimes even running errands for you

I mean, he actually doesn't do it a lot because Lucifer actually asks Mammon for this stuff because the things Lucifer needs to be done is a little...

Shady?

And he doesn't want to taint Beel's innocence.

So now since you're already a part of the student council when Lucifer needs to have something important finished but it requires physical work.

You and Beel will be partnered

And he doesn't have anything against it either

He likes it so much when you command him to do something actually

I mean, he's tall and buff but Lucifer won't ask him to do anything that includes hard labor except taking care of Belphegor

So you actually helping him make use of all those muscles made him feel a tinge of happiness

He feels like he's actually of use :)

BELPHEGOR

This little brat

He would kill for you and he means it

He's not scared to spill blood on broad daylight as long as it's for you

Someone bothered you? Dead

Oh this person annoyed you? Taken care of

Aw~ He told you you're cute and asked you out on a date? That's sweet! Dead.

He's just like that

He won't tolerate anyone who dared disrespect you

And Lucifer won't even put a stop into this

"I mean, Devildom is quite overpopulated and we don't want anyone disrespecting Lord Diavolo's plan on bringing the three realms together now." Is what he reasons everytime.

Oh, he also wakes up on command as long as it's you.

Lucifer and his brothers could be shaking him like he's dead and he won't even bother to open his eyes

But if you just pulled a "Belphie? Good morning..." Oh dear, he's wide awake and clinging to you.

[dilfl0v3rss]

oh so people getting bold in the requests?? CONNIE AND ONY THREESOME??🌚

THISSS THE ONEEEEE. I BEEN THINKIMG AB THIS FOR WEEKSSSSSS. ima doooo mob boyfriends!ony and connie since it’s been in my brain for a minute😛😛😛😩😛😛😛😩😛😩😩

ours

cw: polygamous relationship!!!

word count: 2.1k

part 2

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your boyfriends were feared by many. mean and dangerous men that nobody ever dared to question. they were the monsters the kids hid from and the bad men parents want far away from their daughters. you, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. everyone always seemed to gravitate towards you due to your kind and caring nature. you made people feel safe and welcomed no matter what they may be going through.

when you’re out with connie and ony, strangers would have to sometimes do a double take to make sure what they’re seeing is real. a soft and sweet looking girl wearing cute little outfits with pretty colors being accompanied by two brooding men on either side of her, wearing no other colors but black and grey. it was not a normal sight to see. “ooouuu what about this one papi. you said i look pretty in blue.”

the three of you were currently in a boutique in the mall. looking for different dresses to add to your never ending collection. connie, your more lenient partner, stood with his finger curled on his chin, thinking about the different looks you could achieve with the dress “hmmm it’s aight. i think you should get sum tighter.” you rolled your eyes, putting the dress back on the rack before walking to the next section.

“you only saying that so you can look at my ass.” before you could get far you felt a soft tug on your arm. “rolling your eyes is rude. i told you ‘bout that.” ony grumbled, staring down at your smaller figure. ony was the strict boyfriend. even though both of them were pretty stern, ony was the one that kept both you and connie in check sometimes since connie had a tendency of letting you off easy.

“sorry sorry…geez.” you sigh. he let go of your arm and the three of you continued your search for some new appliances. as you walked to your next store you notice a familiar man standing by the pretzel shop. “sean?” the brownskin male lifted his head from his phone, bright smile immediately forming on his face as he spotted the source of the voice. “y/n?? oh my god hey sugeeee? how you been?” you squealed before running into the arms of your old friend.

you and sean were friends in high school who drifted away from each other since he moved away. “boy what you doing back in town? and why didn’t you call meeee?” as the two of you spoke ony and connie stood annoyed behind you. they were holding all of your bags as they watched this random guy practically eye fuck you every time you happened to be looking away. you were too oblivious for your own good.

“well it was nice seein you boo. hope we could stay in touch.” sean licked his lips, looking down at you as he opened his arms for a hug. you gladly stepped into the embrace for a couple seconds before trying to pull away, but you froze as you felt a palm on you ass. “uhh sean?” “huh? oh my bad y/n you know my arms are long.” you hid your uncomfortableness with a laugh as you moved back to go rejoin your boyfriends.

as soon as you turned around they were already by your side, staring daggers into the boy. “you wanna die nigga?” ony said before grabbing sean by his collar and pushing him on a nearby wall. sweat began to bead all over his forehead as he tried to plead with your man. “n-nah man ian mean t’do that i swear.” connie stood by you, arms wrapped around your shoulder as he held you to his chest. “bet not have or so help me god i will cut that hand off so fast. get the fuck outta here before i kill you.” connie added.

sean’s body dropped to the ground as ony abruptly let him go. he ran away and didn’t look back as he disappeared from your sight. when you got home you could tell they were a bit upset about the situation that happened at the mall so you decided that maybe you could do something to make them feel better. you ran to your room, putting on a pretty lingerie set before quietly making your way back downstairs. the boys were on the game, cursing each other out before you stood in all your glory in front of the tv.

“how i look?” you asked shyly, arms crossed over your chest to hide some of the skin from them. “move your hands baby. let papi see.” “yea no need t’be shy mama. it’s just us.” your boyfriends rose from the couch, standing in either side of you as they each pulled one of your arms from your chest. “you so pretty baby. making me real hard lookin at you.” connie mumbled while palming himself through his sweats. you squeezed your legs together at the sight before your attention was put on ony. “go upstairs ma.”

your hurried upstairs, sitting in the middle of your california king bed as you waited for your men to arrive. they walked in with a pair of fuzzy cuffs and a vibrator, both of their tattooed chests on full display for you as they approached the edge of the bed. “c’mere pretty girl” connie’s smooth voice rang in your ears, coaxing you to crawl to the edge of the bed. you sat on yours knees as you looked up at him. “gon be good for us, right?” his inked hand held your chin, lightly caressing your cheek as you nodded your head.

ony then softly moved your head towards him, giving you a kiss on the lips before giving you your first instructions. “turn around and arch your back mama.” you did as you were told. arching as deep you could before you felt your hands being bound behind your back by the cuffs. “gon make you feel so good mami.” connie said as you began to feel the bed dip. he made his way in front of your head, pants long abandoned as he sat in front of you in his briefs.

you moaned as you felt ony lick a long stripe up your pussy, stopping at your entrance to penetrate you with his tongue. “f-fuck daddy.” and sharp smack was delivered to your ass, connie’s light brown eyes scolding you. “watch ya mouth pretty. don’t wanna have to gag you.” your apology got stuck in your throat as you felt ony begin roughly sucking on your clit, connie lifted the front of your body up so he could slap his tip against your mouth before looking up at ony.

“ready?” the two of them nodded to each other before both thrusting into you fully, making you gag and moan at the same time. connie’s pace on your throat was slow rather than the quick deep strokes your other boyfriend settled for. “feel so good mama. gon make daddy nut fast if you keep squeezin like that.” your body was already feeling hot as you felt ony’s hands roam all over you.

running all over your back, softly touching all your rolls and dips. connie hand was buried in your hair, guiding your head up and down his shaft before occasionally pulling it out to slap it across your tongue. “eres guapa.” he sighed. your eyes were low and unfocused. your pink tongue hung from your parted lips, letting your drool fall all over his pink tip. you looked so fucked out and they’ve barley even touched you.

“mi niña bonita.” your moans went straight to his dick as you felt ony pull out of you. he got on his knees and began fingering you as a slow pace, digging into you softly before placing the vibrator on your clit. your body jerked at the sudden stimulation, pussy fluttering before his eyes as you whined onto connie’s dick. “i know princess, feel you squeezin around my fingers.” ony dug rougher into you as he turned the vibrator up to a higher setting.

your lips disconnected from connie with a pop before you gasped loudly. “r-right there daddy ohmygod.” your hips moved on their own. gravitating towards ony’s fingers to get him deeper into you. “you like how daddy makes you feel, pretty? like when he touches that spot right here?” connie said as he was now next to you, hand outstretched under you on your lower stomach as began to push on it. “answer me baby. tell daddy thank you for making you feel so good.”

connie whispered, giving you a light smack on your ass, dragging more moans out of you before you looked back at your boyfriends. their brown eyes stared right back at you as they waited for you to comply. “t-thank you d-daddy. c-can i cum?” the vibrator was soon removed from your clit as his fingers began moving in and out at a quick pace. “my pleasure mama, but not yet. how bout you get on your back. you want papi t’feel good too, right?”

ony said. his fingers left you empty before you turned around on your back. ony and connie gave each other knowing looks after looking at your confused face. why were the cuffs still on? “cant have you pushin on my stomach princess.” he mumbled as if he were reading your mind. him and ony switched places. light brown dick tapping against your clit as ony’s laid flat on your lips. “open up mama.” as your mouth slowly opened and he began thrusting into your mouth, you felt your other lover slap his tip all over your wet pussy.

your arousal splashing onto your thighs as your boyfriend watched strings of it connect him to you. connie sunk into you slowly, dick dragging against your wet walls until stopping at the hilt. your pretty moans were muffled by the thick dick between your lips, but the vibration of them sent shivers flying down ony’s spine. “s-shit. keep fuckin her like that baby. your mouth feel so good mama.” connie nodded his head in compliance, pushing into you the same way over and over again.

pace slow and steady as your wetness began to drip onto the sheets. “fuckkk mami. you so fucking wet f’me.” you felt your orgasm nearing as connie continued fucking into you slowly. his pace never faltering as ony watched his lip get buried behind his teeth. he was trying his best to listen to his lover, but the slow pace was killing him. “i-i can’t pa i wanna go faster.” he breathed, but was quickly met with ony’s hand on his. darker skin caressing his as he looked him in the eyes. “what’d i say?” ony said sternly.

“you said keep fucking her slow like this, but-” “but nothing. if that’s what i said then you gon listen right? or do i gotta teach you after m’finished wit her.” the interaction made your pussy flutter in a way that caused connie’s eyes to roll back. you were close to the edge and your squeezing made him closer as well. “n-no pa hah- m’listenin’.”connie moaned as his other hand found its was to your throat, squeezing it slightly to make it tighter for ony’s dick.

“good boy fuck-” ony groaned as he felt his end nearing. thrusting into your mouth with a little more vigor as his hot ropes slid down your throat. soon later you came, juices pouring out of you and onto the sheets as you shook around connie’s dick. “f-fuck m’gonna cum m’gonna cum princess.” connie moaned, picking up his pace as he rubbed on your clit. you screamed as more juices rushed out of you, spraying his stomach and thighs as he thrusted one more time and stilled, cumming deep inside of you.

all three of you stayed where you were as you caught your breath. “let’s get you cleaned up mama.” ony signed. the two of them made sure to clean the sheets before running you a nice bath. both standing at the door, watching you relax. connie’s head whipped towards ony when he felt a hand on his lower back. “you didn’t listen t’me earlier don’t think i forgot. ima deal wit you later.” he mumbled before walking off to go handle business downstairs.

connie’s eyes widened as he felt his dick jump in his pajama pants. “papi can you wash my back?” your voice startled him out of his thoughts, making him jump a little before smiling and walking towards your naked figure in the tub. “of course mi vida. anything for you.”

[vyrsgore]

the hockey team

don’t embarrass me motherpucker! | the hockey team | scaramouche x reader smau/ ff taglist is still open

the hockey team

Scaramouche: Inazuma Icebreaker’s temperamental captain/ center and son of famed CEO of Shogun, the top sports technology company in Teyvat. His mother, Raiden constantly pressures him to become the best hockey player in Inazuma, which is a factor of his pissy personality. Despite his standoffish personality, he’s known as the heartthrob of the school, constantly hounded by his many admirers as he walks through the university hallways. Goes by his nickname Scaramouche, real name Kunizukushi. sexuality: bisexual/pansexual

Childe: Inazuma Icebreaker’s left winger, and Scaramouche’s “best friend” or so he declares. He’s been in school with Scaramouche every since elementary school, back when he was still Kunizukushi. He’s an aggressive player on the rink but honestly a sweetie off the rink. He’s kind and courteous (much unlike a certain SOMEONE), and is rather easy to make friends with. sexuality: gay

Kaeya: Inazuma Icebreaker’s flirty right winger and Childe’s current boyfriend. He’s the adopted son of the Ragnvindr family, and currently on bad terms with his brother, Diluc, who is the student council president. He’s a bit of a troublemaker and constantly gets told off by his older brother. sexuality: gay

Kazuha: Inazuma Icebreaker’s goaltender. He’s currently taking a medical course outside of school and hardly shows up to trainings, much to Heizou, his best friend’s, protest. In addition, he’s also still searching for his older brother, who went missing 7 years ago. He’s a key member of the team, almost like a mom taking care of her baby chicks. Many of these moments go viral. sexuality: ????

Itto: Inazuma Icebreaker’s key defenseman. No one gets past Itto’s iron grip, or hug, as the team calls it. Currently, he’s using a nokia due to accidentally smashing his samsung out of excitement (he thinks that apples are evil since he hates the taste of apples) He’s one of the strongest member of the team (physically) but he’s a huge softie at heart. He’s very millenial in the way he texts (he still uses laughing my ass off! and shit give him a break). He’s also got the highest penalty count considering his temper during games where he’ll toss his hockey stick at people (he actually was just saying hello, he swears) sexuality: notusingaappleiphonesexual

Heizou: Inazuma Icebreaker’s second defenseman. He’s not exactly as physically as strong, but he’s definetly smarter- like ten times. He knows y/n pretty well since they were in the same class in high school. He’s a silly little guy who likes to play pranks and thinks that he’s sherlock holmes, and also Kazuha’s best friend. sexuality: bisexual

Xiao: Inazuma Icebreaker’s second emo boy and left winger. The adopted son of professor Zhongli, he’s a lot more courteous and polite than the OTHER emo boy, although he’s a lot quieter. He’s not that close with anyone but Aether, thus sparking many dating rumors among the countless Ina Ice fans. Among one of the best on an already excellent team, he excels in stretching the defense of the other team. Also overly protective of Aether. sexuality: asexual

Aether: Inazuma Icebreaker’s right winger. He’s known for his ‘main character’ energy during games and interviews, and his sync with Xiao on ice and off too. He’s Lumine’s twin brother (he swears he’s a second or two older) and they’re practicallu inseperable. He’s good friends with y/n and usually hangs out with them and their friend group. sexuality: bisexual

Jean: Inazuma Icebreaker’s strict coach. She’s like the tiger mom/ Asian mom of the group, constantly trying to get them to get their shit together although secretly she’s very proud of them. She’s also Lisa, Y/N’s coach’s mortal enemy. Note to self- NEVER put them in the same room. Their form of aggression is passive but that somehow makes it even worse than them just flat-out punching each other.

Author note:

farted this one out my ass <33 y/n and friends coming up next! i envision y/n as a more feminine masc (like cherry from cherry crush but it's up to u!)

also i made a mistake for the ina ice official account! it's 9.8 M not 9.8 lmao Taglist

@scarasbaby@3lectraheart@realscarafan01@sunny-star-space@sleepdeprivedline@keirinrin@skyoverkill1@serossidechick@vxcmx@scaraenthusiast1@hotgirlshit5@moesthoughts@notasunshyne

[bahablastplz]

All in | Chapter 2.5 (Hyunjin)

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

series masterlist ~~ series taglist ~~ main masterlist

Hyunjin: “We can’t wait for you to be just like us.” 

Legacy. It was a word that I had known inexplicably well, though I’ve always had a hatred for it. For as long as I could remember, my parents were always forcing strict standards of their idealized perfection onto me. Starting as early as elementary school, I was enrolled in every advanced-level gifted course and extracurricular activity you could think of. My schedule was packed to the brim, and I was always expected to excel. 

I started to feel the burn-out when I got to high school. That overwhelming feeling weighing down my shoulders that it was too much. I did what any kid my age would have done: I rebelled. 

A girl in my class asked if I wanted to skip class with her to go to an amusement park one day. I had never skipped class before, Hell I had never even missed school. But something, that pressure cascading inside of my chest that ached to be relieved told me to say yes. For the first time in my entire life I skipped a day, and it was amazing. I didn’t have to worry about doing everything right and I was just able to be myself. Let go, feel free, be a kid for once. 

When I returned home I knew that everything was fucked. They knew. Of course, they knew. I received the verbal lashing of a lifetime, forced to go to bed without food and with my phone taken away for a month. “We’ve given you everything and yet you blatantly disrespect us,” my mother had said. “If you want to be a deadbeat who hates his family, just say so,” said my father. He told me if I ever did anything like that to disappoint them again, he would beat my ass. My father had never threatened me before. To be fair, I’d never given him reason to but I had no reason to believe he was lying at that moment. 

I knew that if I ever told anybody about it they wouldn’t believe me, anyway. My mother was a detective and my father was the head chief of police, both well-respected and well-known by all. Any lies they decided to weave would be believed. I had no choice but to follow in their paths. 

I graduated top of my class, though it was really no competition. My resume was extraordinary at only age 18, and I was well-respected and revered by all. It’s no surprise I was accepted into the top school in the nation. Partially because of my exceptional academics and skills, partially because of my legacy. 

I enrolled in criminology and literature in my undergraduate. Reading was something I had always had a passion for, though it seemed like I never had the time on top of everything else. Soccer practice, piano lessons, extra exam preparation courses, art classes, yearbook committee, honors societies after honors societies… the list had just done on and on. So I indulged in my passion for literature during school simultaneously with my criminology degree. Of course it was expected that I would follow my parent’s lead and go to law school. It was no surprise that I was, of course, top of my class again. All I did was study and prepare for my courses, after all. 

I had been accepted into the top law school in the nation, which was an incredible prestige to have. 

I didn’t accept the offer. 

While I was in my undergraduate, I had realized something that felt so out of my depth; I had no desire to be a lawyer. None. Sure, academia and criminology were both things that I excelled at, but when I thought about following in my parents footsteps and living that drab, boring life until the day I died…? It’s enough to drive a man mad. 

The day of my graduation party was a disaster. My parents had set up an elaborate get-together, inviting everyone in the town to celebrate my getting into the best university. I hadn’t told them yet. As everyone congratulated me, clinking together expensive bottles of champagne arranged in a neat array by my mother, I was told to give a speech. 

“Thank you to everyone for gathering here today to celebrate my many accomplishments,” I had said. “Your attendance is noted and appreciated. For me to get this far, I really have to thank my parents. If not for them, I would not be where I am today. I actually have a special announcement to make for everyone, if I may. I will not be continuing my studies at university.” A gasp and low murmurs could be heard throughout the room. “I know, I know. But is it really a surprise? Dearest mother and father, you have put me into a box since the day that I was born. It’s no surprise that I would end up just like you, is it? That’s exactly what you wanted. That’s exactly what they wanted, everyone!” I say, addressing the room. “I have never had a chance to explore life for myself. What do I want out of life? It’s not to be a fucking lawyer! I’ve never wanted that. I don’t even know what I want! My parents, who you all know and love so dearly, will probably never speak to me again after this. Because if I’m not who they want me to be, they won’t want me! Mother, father, I hope you have the greatest life. Ladies and gentlemen, if I may excuse myself.” And with that, I put the mic down and leave the room. My mother and father’s spluttering faces left behind, and that life I had worked so hard for completely in the past. 

After that night I started renting a dingy apartment in the bad side of town. It was all I could afford with the money I had saved up doing research in college, but it was certainly enough. That first night was the most refreshing night of my life. I didn’t think about work or what was coming next. I laid in bed, a mattress on the floor that I hauled up to the twelfth floor of my apartment building, and read a book cover to cover. I slept for fourteen hours. It was as if everything I had ever done in life was starting to catch up to me at last. I even became physically sick right after and instead of pushing through it I just… let it work its way through my body as I rested, the way it’s meant to be done. 

Day 6 of living my new life, no contact with my parents since the day I left, I decided I would get a job. I didn’t have anything in mind but I knew that I wanted it to be something that felt freeing. Something I wouldn’t have to think about. I let my feet lead the way, and I somehow ended up in a bar. Run-down, smelling of cigarette smoke and tables that barely stood on their own. A place with no promise whatsoever, surely a horrible investment for one to make… 

“Are you hiring?” The bartender laughed from where she sat. She thought I was joking, and I’m sure in any given situation that was the right assumption to make. Why would anybody want to work here?

“We don’t get much business,” she said. 

“That’s fine,” I told her. 

“Do you have a bartending license?” she had asked. I shook my head in response. “Usually we won’t hire without previous experience, but for a pretty face like yourself, consider it done. We pay off-the-books, so you’ll get your check in cash. S’that alright?” She flicked a cigarette butt into the glass ashtray on the bar. 

“When can I start?” 

And so became my first job pursuit as a bartender. I found it easy to navigate, and talking to the patrons that frequented the bar felt so refreshing. Listening to the lives of strangers that came in and out, struggling to make a living instead of having everything handed to me on a platter, and never having to think about that forbidden word ‘legacy.’ It was everything I’d wanted and more. 

To my surprise, the business at the bar had started to pick up after the start of my employment. We had started making enough money that I was able to sit down with the owner and help them budget out renovations… starting with new tables. 

“I can’t for the life of me figure out why we have this many new customers,” I had told the other bartender one day. 

“Me neither,” she replied sarcastically. “It’s not like we have a new bartender that looks like he was sculpted by a Greek God or anything.” 

It just so happens that I was able to rise up on the management chain fairly quickly. It wasn’t like there was much of a chain to begin with, but within a month I was enacted as the manager. Maybe the current one was lazy, or maybe they had given up on the bar long before I had started working there, but nonetheless I accepted the position, so long as I didn’t work more than 40 hours a week. With the extra cash I started making in tips, I was able to build up my library as well. I was happy. 

“Hyunjin, was it?” said a patron at the bar one night. It was a Friday, loud and bustling on one of our more active business days. I had almost missed the fact that he was talking to me. 

“Hmm? Yes, Hyunjin. What can I do for you? Would you like another drink?” I asked, looking at the man. He was fit, wearing a black tank top underneath a blazer; he seemed almost out of place. His dark hair was neatly styled and he was adorned with silver jewelry. I noted how well put together he was and I remembered him being very kind to me when I refilled his drink. 

“Thank you, Hyunjin. I’ll speak with you later, after hours, if we may.” I didn’t get a chance to interrupt him or ask him what he meant before he threw down a wad of cash in his wake. 

“What–” 

“Do you even know who that was?” my coworker had asked. Furrowing my brow and shaking my head, I looked at her incredulous expression. That man had never walked into the bar before, I would have recognized him if he had. 

“That was Bang Chan!” she whisper-shouted at me. “He owns this place. Hell, he probably owns half of the businesses in this town!” The name did seem to ring a bell now that she mentioned it. What did he want to speak with me for? Continuing on with my shift, albeit with a tremor in my hands that wasn’t there before, I waited and waited for what was to come. 

It’s one a.m. when Bang Chan reenters the bar. The place has since been cleared out and I’m making myself busy by sanitizing the tables and rinsing the cups, since we have nobody else to do it. 

“Sir,” I said, addressing him as he walked in. 

“Hwang Hyunjin.” 

“You know who I am?” I asked. I didn’t recall giving him my family name. 

“Of course I know the name of the son of the head chief of police,” he said with a smile. 

“I’ve since left that life behind me,” I told him. 

“I’m well-aware. In fact, I know that you were able to bring one of my worst businesses up from the ground in only a month’s time. That’s incredibly impressive, you know.” 

“It’s just because of my ‘pretty face,’ I’m told,” I said, trying to dismiss him. 

“Do you truly think that? Because from what I’ve heard your incredible financial skills and marketing strategies had a play in that as well. I know you’re quite aware of your own intelligence, Hyunjin. That’s why I have a proposition for you.” 

“A proposition?” I asked, my movements stilling. 

“I would like for you to join my team. Surely you’ve heard of SKZ?” My blood runs still for a moment. SKZ. Of course I’ve heard of the mafia group that’s in charge of most of the city. They’re dangerous but also incredibly powerful thanks to their handlings in several businesses, including bars, casinos, nightclubs, you name it. But somehow, they’re also in charge of the significant decrease in crime since their organization. I actually know them quite well. 

I should have recognized that this bar was under his control. I should have recognized his name from my coworker when she told me who he was earlier! Am I so far detached from my past now that I seriously suppressed this important information?

“My parents… my mother is the lead detective on your case,” I told him. In hindsight, maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to tell him at the moment. 

“Yes,” he confirmed. “That’s exactly why I think you would make a great addition to the team. You could help us thwart their efforts. Who better to help than the intelligent son of the lead detective? You’ve been involved in that life before and you know what it’s like, but also, you’re strong, you’re bold, and there’s something about you I really like. I think when all is said and done, you could be my consigliere.” 

The word is unfamiliar to me and it must show. “What–” 

“My confidant,” he elaborates. “My advisor. Someone I can turn to to help me make important decisions. There’s something special that I see in you, and I think you and I could work very well together.” 

“I’m not sure,” I had told him. “It’s just… I wanted more time to figure myself out. I hope you don’t find that stupid of me?” I hadn’t even considered that my parents would be extremely disappointed and enraged in my decision. As far as I was concerned, I had burned the bridges from that relationship months ago. But to make a commitment like this so soon after deciding that I wanted to take the time off… I wasn’t so sure. 

“Think about it, Hyunjin,” he had said. He gave me his card with his name and number. “I think it would be a wise decision for you to make. Working together… we can make anything a reality.” He had left me alone in the bar at that to close up. 

I couldn’t deny that there was something appealing in being his confidant, of having my opinions both heard and respected. 

However, I was a shell of myself when he found me. I didn’t consider the fact that he may have been preying on the very recent destruction of my relationship with my parents, still a new and fresh wound. All that mattered when I spoke to Chan was the prospect that maybe I could find a new purpose, one where I’m well respected and it’s not because of my legacy. 

When I was a child, there was something that I never had: A voice. I didn’t talk much, and for a long time I didn’t think of my opinions and my sentiments as my own. I was a carbon copy of my parents, a smaller version of them created to carry out their will. Leaving them, leaving school and finding myself was the first thing that I ever did on my own. Little by little I started to find that voice and discovered new things about myself that I had never known before. 

The more I thought about it, the more attractive it was to pursue something the complete opposite from my parents. Even better if I could thrive at it, to make them regret turning me into something I’m not. What else could I do to bring them shame and guilt over what they did to me? 

I realized something that night at Chan’s offer. While I was out trying to find my voice, he was giving me the opportunity to make me sing. 

I texted him that very same night. 

“I’m in.” 

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a/n: first mini-chapter done!! I appreciate you all that ended up guessing who you thought it would be! Did it come as a surprise? We're eventually going to get a mini-story for all eight members!! I can't wait to see what y'all think!

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[trappednyourheart]

I'm so braindead( not actually ) and my stupid ass made an prompt

HERE TO PRESENT

Haunted mansion!

( It's Sam's idea! Shush shut up!)

It's the Halloween day and Sam's plan was to make a haunted mansion! The school had like some kind Halloween charity and every student of Casper high had to participate because of Fruit loops!-..ehem the Mayor of Amity Park for charity ( he's going to overshadowed someone to be more rich isn't he?)

And what's more perfect for a half dead teen vigilante, a goth girl, a tech geek (if I spelled that right? Oh Ancients I've been in this community and I don't even know tucker much!?💀) to participate? Much more! There going to held it at the most crimiest ( if that's a word?) city in the world!

GOTHAM!

Yeah lady Gotham was kinda strict but just those cute puppy eyes from the trio and especially from his Majesty ( Yes it's Danny ghost king au? But much more secretive) so she did let them know a few rules

* they can kick jokers ass

*be low as possible from the radar of her dark knights (cough*‼️ furries‼️*cough*)

*and have fun,

* and also can his Majesty like take that nasty shit of ectoplasm away from her red knight

Danny: ( oh yeah sure!)

Lady Gotham: ( that's so kind of you, your majesty 😇 *blinks*blinks*)

So they set up the haunted mansion from a literally haunted mansion, the old couple who own the place back 1988 was very nice and goodheartedly, let them use there home to make it a haunted mansion. ( Which was funny cause it was haunted, well it's the king! Who wouldn't disagree with those kind eyes, unlike some guy *coughs* Pariah Dark *coughs* I swear i have asthma)

It was going great! Street kids were in line, men, women, children, they were having a blast from this new haunted mansion, when it's Halloween, the crimes would go higher more and the bats and birds would patrol much more...

Well someone had to ruin it- meet The JOKER! and let the rules progress much faster, so let's kick his Ass!

*cue the situation, you can imagine what happen,I'm like so tired that I don't have the time to make a whole ass fight scene*

So that's how the Bats and The Bee$- I mean Bats and the Birds- I mean sorry- the Bats find out a very beat-up and full of bites marks,( there clearly sure might have a been a dog,) and floating in the air, and is being shredded by zombies staff mascots that look so high as fuck in Lazarus pits effect (Danny duplicates DUH🙄)

And a certain crime lord laughing his ass off, cheering them!

-JOKERS FUCKING DEAD!

[the-froschamethyst4]

Reality Check

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Soap x Wife! Raeder

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, angst, harsh language, spoiled brat, married couple, slight comparing to siblings, arguing, happy ending,

𖤐Summary: Your young daughter hangs out with the wrong crowd and your oldest child gives her a bit of a reality check

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Kiara was surrounded by her 'friends' at lunch. Kiara was a 7th grader in middle school. Her mom and dad were able to get her to the same school her older went to.

A high-end private school.

Her older brother Ryker held a good reputation in the school and everyone knew Kiara because of Ryker.

But Kiara was just making herself look stupid hanging out with these type of girls and not girls that actually wanna be her friends. What I mean is Kiara hangs out with the rich, spoiled brat, daddies money girls.

They pack around Louis Vuitton bags, Gucci belts holding up their skirts, end up makeup, and high end skin care that they don't need but yell at their parents for.

Kiara didn't have that, she'd be lucky if she even got the latest new phone. Her mom worked as an assistant to a Law Firm and her dad was in the Military and wasn't home a lot, so her mom was doing a lot of the work.

A mom working 40 hours a week, barely a husband that comes home. Ryker sometimes had to step in and be a parent a few times. But he doesn't blame his parents. They're just busy people and try to be there for their kids.

Kiara laughed with her 'friends' as they made fun of the group of girls who liked to play video games. Kiara deep down liked to play video games, but stopped to fit in with her friends.

"Oh, girls, I'm having a sleepover, tomorrow, for my birthday, don't forget to bring gifts," her friend Lily says. Lily was like...Regena George, popular and rich and everyone 'liked' her.

Not really

The girls giggled as Kiara just smiled at Lily.

"Bring expensive gifts," Lily emphasized on the word expensive.

Kiara didn't have any of her own money, and Y/n was strict on what to buy for a 12-13 year-old.

"Oh I already know what I'm bringing."

"Same."

"Yeah, you're going to LOVE it, Lily."

"Kiara?"

"Huh?"

"Are you coming?" Lily asked, placing her hand on her arm after she got done picking at her newly fresh nails.

"Yeah, I think so...I'd-"

"Have to ask your mom?" Lily mocked Kiara. Kiara used to say she'd have to ask her mom a lot and Lily was tired of it and 'taught' Kiara how to do whatever she wants without her mom knowing, but her mom was good, she knows almost everything that Kiara is up to.

"No," Kiara says. "Nah, fuck my mom, I'll come, I'll catch a ride," Kiara says.

"Good."

The girls kept talking as Kiara rubbed her arm.

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2:30PM

"MAMA! I'M HOME!!" Kiara yells from downstairs and kicked her shoes off at the front door.

"She's not home," Ryker came around the corner with an apple in his hands.

"Is she at work?"

"She was just called in, I got home an 1 hour ago and she was asked to come in," he says.

"Oh good, can you take me to the mall?"

"Why?" Ryker questioned her.

"Because it's Lily's birthday tomorrow and I want to get her a gift," Kiara says, placing her bag on a bar stool.

"Who cares, and mom won't let you go."

"She won't have to know, if you just take me."

"Hell no, I'm not taking you."

"WHY NOT!?" Kiara yells.

"Because mom hates Lily, you know this, but yet you still choose to be friends with her."

"Because Lily is nice to me."

"She treats you like a slave, Kiara," Ryker tells her.

"No, she doesn't."

"Did she say get an expensive gift?" Ryker raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah and?"

"With what money are you going to get her an expensive gift?"

"You can help me-"

"Fuck no, Kiara!"

"THIS IS SO UNFAIR!!"

"HOW IS IT UNFAIR!?"

"Because why do I bother going to some fancy private rich kid school if I can't even get expensive things?"

"You should be fucking lucky you even got into that school, Kiara. Mom and dad worked their asses off just to get you thought the fucking door," Ryker tells her.

"Kids?"

"Dad," both kids say at the same time.

"Where's your mom?"

"Work, she got called in-dad tell Kiara she can't go to Lily's house tomorrow."

"Lily?" Soap was confused.

"She's some girl that treats Kiara like a slave."

"SHE DOES NOT!! OH MY FUCKING GOD, RYKER!!"

"HEY!" Soap yells at his daughter. "What the hell did you just say?" Kiara knew she fucked up when the word slipped past her lips.

"Dad-"

"Room. now. When your mom comes home, we're having a discussion," Soap points to the stairs and Kiara had hot tears in her eyes and rushed upstairs and Soap heard her door slam shut. "What the hell was going on?" Soap asked, Ryker.

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9:00PM

Y/n had come home, taking her heels off at the front door and saw Soap coming towards her.

"Soap," she smiles at him, she placed her hands on his forearms kissing his lips.

"Hi, love," he says into the kiss. "We have a bit of an issue."

"What kind of issue?" She asked.

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Ryker had explained everything, Y/n and Soap went upstairs to their daughters bedroom. Y/n knocked and heard a low grumble. She opens the door and both parents walk in.

"Kiara?"

"I'm tired...leave me alone..."

"Sit up, Kiara," Soap says, a bit stern, Y/n placed her hand on his shoulder as a 'calm down.'

"Kiara, I want to know from you what happened?" Y/n asked.

"Fine," Kiara sits up. "I HAVE A RICH FRIEND, WHO WANTS AN EXPENSIVE BIRTHDAY GIFT BUT I CAN'T EVEN GET IT FOR HER BECAUSE I HAVE NO MONEY AND NONE OF YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME GET IF FOR HER!"

"Is this rich friend, Lily? You know how I feel about Lily-"

"MOM! PLEASE! I DON'T CARE, SHE IS MY FRIEND!"

"Kiara if you don't stop yelling at your mother-" Y/n stops Soap.

"Kiara Amelia McTavish," Kiara knows the full name isn't a good sign. "You are a lucky girl, you wanna know why?"

"Why mom?" Kiara asked a bit annoyed.

"Because," Y/n walks into the bedroom and sat next to Kiara. "You have a mom and dad that loves you, an older brother that paved the way for you for middle school, but...I am tired of you coming home and asking for outrageous things...last week you asked for a Prada bag-"

"A month ago, you asked for a Gucci belt," Soap joins in.

"This isn't you asking for outrageous and expensive thing."

"Then what is the point of going to a rich kid school, if we're poor?"

"For an education, and we're not poor," Soap says. "We just don't think a 13-year-old needs such expensive things, your brother doesn't even have such expensive things..."

"Why do you think you want them, Kiara?" Y/n asked, placing her hand on Kiara's back.

"Because I want to fit in with my friends, they all have expensive things and carry the most expensive and luxury things, I want to fit in, I feel out of place when I sit with them at lunch," Kiara says.

"Kiara, you are an amazing and smart young girl, you shouldn't need expensive things to feel like you need to fit in...aren't there other girls at the school that don't have expensive things?"

"Yeah but...Lily hates them, she makes fun of them all the time, if I leave the friend group to have those girls as my friends, Lily won't speak or hang out with me."

"Who cares, Kiara."

"Ryker-"

"No mom, I'm sorry, but I am so tired of hearing, Kiara only talk about Lily and what Lily wants, she never thinks about her own feelings only Lily's. Kiara, she treats you like a slave. You are my little sister and I am tired of this Lily girl."

"I agree with Ryker," Soap says.

Kiara rolled her eyes at her family.

"Kiara," she looks at her mom. "I want you to do the right thing...okay?"

"Whatever."

"Till then, you're grounded," Soap says.

"WHAT WHY!?"

"Because of the yelling at your mother and cussing at me." She rolled her eyes again. "And for rolling your eyes at us," Soap and Ryker left her bedroom as Y/n moved her daughter dark brown hair from her face and kissing her temple.

"I know you'll do the right thing, Kiara," she says, getting off the bed and heading to her bedroom to change from her work clothes.

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Kiara was laying on her stomach on her phone and having her laptop play a random YouTube video. She was on Amazon looking at gifts for Lily, but she shuts her phone off and tossed it on her pillow.

She falls on her back and looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm not going tomorrow," Kiara says as she walked into the dinning room, Ryker was eating leftover spaghetti.

"Okay?" Ryker says as he was still eating.

"Where's mom and dad?"

"Eating out, tonight, date night," he says.

"Are they bring anything back?"

"Maybe, this is just to hold me over till they get back," he says picking at the leftovers. "So you made up your mind?"

"Yeah...you were right..." she hates to admit that to him, since Ryker has a 'big ego' as Kiara says. "Lily is a bitch."

"Aren't you grounded for cursing?"

"You gonna snitch to dad?"

"No," he smirks.

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Y/n and Soap came back kicking their shoes off at the front door and seeing Ryker on the couch watching TV and Kiara on her phone.

"We brought some food back," Y/n says, placing a plastic bag of food on the marble counter. Kiara and Ryker jump off the couch and started to open the bag and pulling out their food.

"Thanks," Ryker says for the both of them.

"Kiara," Soap opens his hand, letting her know she shouldn't have her phone. She groans and slaps her phone on his palm. "You'll get it back later."

"When's later?"

"Friday," he says. She tossed her head back knowing she'll have to wait a week to get her phone back.

Ryker smirks and Kiara punched his arm. Y/n just giggled at her kids.

After a while Soap and Y/n were snuggled against each other watching their favorite show as Ryker was in his room playing video games and Kiara was scrolling on her laptop.

She then saw in the bottom corner a notification from Lily to the group chat. She opened the message and read it.

Lily: The party is actually going to be at our Lake house Here's the address

Jade: OMG it's huge, I'm DEFINITLY coming

Angel: Oh yes! I'll so be there

Lily: Kiara, are you coming?

Kiara started to type and she knows everyone could see bubbles popping up letting them know she was typing, but she stops before she hits send and started to backspace it.

She left the group chat and started to watch her YouTube again.

Then the notifications started to pour in. Them asking her questions if she changed her mind, did she forget she was typing and then a personal message from Lily popped up making Kiara click it and see.

Lily: Hey, saw you were texting in the group chat, the location changed to my lake house, are you coming, if so can you bring snacks and soda?

Kiara: Actually Lily, I'm not Have someone else bring your snacks and soda, ask Angel or something, I'm not coming

Lily: Did you not ask your mom or something? Did your brother say no on the ride? I can send our butler out there to go get you

Kiara: Fuck no, keep your butler away from my house, I have made up my mind to not come to your lame ass birthday party

Lily: WHAT!? KIARA MCTAVISH WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS AND I DON'T WANT YOU SITTING WITH US AT LUNCH!!!

Kiara: Fine by me, bitch

Kiara blocked Lily's number along with the rest of the 'friends' numbers. She closed her laptop and got under the covers and fell asleep.

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Monday

Kiara saw her old friends eating and laughing and Lily was showing off her new gifts.

Kiara looked past the group and saw the girls that played video games just behind them playing on their switches and seeing like they were having fun together.

Kiara put on a brave face and walked past her old group of friends to the other girls.

Lily and the others all gave Kiara a nasty look as she passed them but she ignored their stares and glares and mentally imagined herself flipping off Jade, sticking her tongue out at Angel and slapping the shit out of Lily.

"Hi."

"Oh hi, Kiara."

"Can I sit with you?"

"Sure," the girl moved over letting Kiara sit next to her as Kiara placed her bag between her feet and placed her lunch on the metal table.

"Have you ever played this?" She asked Kiara.

"No," Kiara shakes her head.

"Here, try it," she gives Kiara her switch and showed Kiara how to play it. "Wow, you did that so easily."

"I use to play video games," she says.

"Here..." she writes down her number and gives it to Kiara. "We should play together sometime."

"I'd like that," Kiara gives her a soft smile and saved her number.

[zepskies]

Never Say Goodbye - Part 1

Pairing: Dean W. x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

Word Count: 2,000 Warnings: Some angst

Part 1: Proximity

You’ve grown up watching your parents. At fourteen, you already understood how rare their relationship was—high school sweethearts, married for sixteen years, and certified soulmates.

Apparently it was even more rare to find your soulmate so early in life, but as Mom said, Sometimes the universe helps you out.

But you just started high school, and after surveying the pool of guys you have to work with, you really hope that “universe” stuff is just wishful thinking.

Because just this morning, Danny Schmitt got his hand stuck in the automatic stapler during Math class. Meanwhile, his friends were collecting bets on how many stitches he was going to need once they finally pried his fingers out.

Dad would call those guys dumbasses. You were inclined to agree.

You looked away from the scene (there was a lot of blood, and now your teacher was trying to free Danny with the only tool in the utility closet: a large hammer). But you couldn’t focus on your busy work like your teacher instructed either.

Sometimes, you still found it hard to believe your parents had met in high school. They had such an easy way between them, and not just because they could hear one another’s thoughts.

Mom was a kindergarten teacher, patient, kind, and encouraging. She came from a family of professors and school administrators, who frankly thought she could’ve done more with her life than “wipe five year olds’ noses.” Last Thanksgiving, she smiled and told Great Aunt Janet, “At least my five year olds can wipe their own asses.”

Smirking, Dad had followed up with, “How’s the incontinence, Jan? Ain’t lettin’ up at all?”     

Dad was a cop, though he wasn’t as strict as he could've been. Or as dumb as cops seemed to be in the movies.

No, your dad could be stern, but he was always fair, even if you…didn’t really hang out with him much. Mom was basically your best friend, while Dad was often too busy to know what was going on in your life.

Really, you just couldn’t see what your parents had in common, other than the dusty, midwestern town where they’d grown up. (Speaking of which, you shivered and zipped your coat higher up on your neck. Even indoors, winter in South Dakota was nothing to sneeze at.)

But your parents would share a look sometimes. Your mom would smile, and your dad’s mouth would quirk up at the corner, his eyes softening in a way they only did for her. And then you’d remember that they had their own world that you couldn’t really understand just yet.

“All right,” your teacher said. He wiped sweat from his brow while Danny’s friends carried him off to the nurse’s office. The stapler was in pieces on the floor, but poor Danny still had two huge staples in his index and ring fingers. “I think we’re done for the day. Just finish workbook pages for chapter three and we’ll cover it tomorrow.”

Yes! Math was not your strongest subject, but even you could finish four more square root problems. The teacher’s desk phone rang while you gathered your backpack and books. You were about to leave the classroom when your teacher called you back. You didn’t like the somber look on his face.

“You need to get to the principal’s office,” he said. “Your dad is there waiting for you.”

You didn’t know it then, but today was the day your childhood died—after Dad sat you down and told you what happened to your mom.

Winter in South Dakota was harsh. It could even be dangerous, especially on icy roads shared with grocery truck haulers.

They buried Mom in the same cemetery as your grandparents and your aunt (not Janet, by the way. You didn’t really remember your Aunt Karen, but your dad always avoided talking about his sister). The cemetery was small, but you guessed that made sense for a smallish town like Sioux Falls.

You stayed there until everyone else who loved your mom was gone, and it was just you and your dad left.

You didn’t bother to wipe your tears—not until your dad set a hand on your shoulder. You tried to wipe them away quickly, even though you didn’t really know why you didn’t want him to see you crying. He just gave you this look. In his eyes, you could see every fathom of his heartbreak. In a way, it told you everything you needed to know about your dad.

So you leaned into his side, and he held you close while the icy winds whipped at both of you.

Snow crunched beneath someone’s feet, and you turned to see a man walking down the row of headstones. He looked kind of familiar…

He had a thick beard and wore a baseball cap, but he took it off once he got close enough to pay his respects—first to Mom…then to Aunt Karen.

“Jack,” he greeted with a nod of respect.

You looked up at your dad, and the free emotions he’d been wearing clammed up behind a more familiar stern expression.

“Bobby,” he said, nodding back. Realization finally dawned on you. Oh, Uncle Bobby?

You hadn’t seen your uncle since you were…ten? Probably since Aunt Karen’s funeral.

“I’m real sorry about Christine,” Uncle Bobby said. He sounded a bit gruff, but his eyes were kind when they met yours sympathetically. “About your mom.”

Another tear fell down your cheek, but you nodded and wiped it away, sniffling.

“Thank you,” your dad said eventually. There was a brief, but awkward pause. Then Bobby nodded to himself and walked away, setting that faded blue baseball cap back on his head. You watched him go curiously.

“You remember your uncle,” Dad said. He didn’t seem happy about it.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why didn’t he stay?”

He was family, after all.

Dad shook his head. There was a wry downturn to his lips. “He’s got a junk heap to look after.”

You frowned in confusion. But he didn’t explain what he meant. He just steered you back toward the car to go home.

Just as you both crossed under the iron arch to leave the cemetery, Dad reached into his pocket and gave you something. Your mom’s wedding ring.

“You can wear it if you want,” he said. “Or just keep it safe. Either way, just remember…she’s still with you. And I’m always gonna watch over you.”

The thought made you feel the slightest bit better, and also worse. Still, you took the ring and held it between your fingers. It was simple sterling silver, but beautiful all the same.

You got into his pick-up truck and he started the drive home. Just as you turned the corner, you hit a red light. You stared out the window as snow started a light fall, flurrying down to the damp pavement. Soon the ground would be icy and wet, and that reminded you of grocery trucks. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you were sick of it. Sick of crying.

It actually annoyed you…or…did it?

A feeling fluttered in your chest. It felt like anxiety and irritation all wrapped up into one. And another feeling, this time attached to a thought. It felt hot in your throat, and a lot like—

It’s not fair!

The thought startled you. Because somehow (and you didn’t know why), it didn’t feel like you were the one that thought it.   

Finally, the street light turned green. It flashed in the corner of your eyes, and then you noticed a sleek, black car coming in the opposite direction. You watched it pass by for a moment, until your dad distracted you with a question.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. You blinked, trying to register what he said while you shook off the weird things you were feeling. Once your brain caught up to your mouth, you were finally able to answer.

“Not really.”

“Come on. I’ll get us a burger.”

You shrugged, but for once you really weren’t hungry.

“Dad, come on,” Dean said in frustration. On one hand, he didn’t want to argue with his dad.

On the other hand, this really wasn’t fair!

He was seventeen already. He’d gone on a handful of hunts with John before, so why not this one?

“Too dangerous,” John said. He looked over at Dean from the Impala’s driver’s seat. His tone boded no further argument. “Djinn are tricky. Even seasoned hunters have trouble with ‘em.”

Dean frowned. “I’m ready, Dad.”

“Do we have to go to Bobby’s house?” Sam piped up from the back seat. At thirteen, he was getting more and more lippy.

“Cheaper than a motel.” John smiled, then glanced at his younger son through the rear-view mirror. “Besides, why not Bobby’s?”

Sam sighed. “His heater doesn’t always work.”  

“Well, I’ll help him take a look before I go,” John replied. Dean stared at the side of his dad’s face for a while, but he knew a lost argument when he saw one.

…Still, he couldn’t help but try.

“Dad,” Dean pressed.

John’s gaze stayed on the road. “Not this time, son. You and Sam’ll be okay at Bobby’s.”

Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yeah, bored at Bobby’s. But he knew it was better than being left at a crusty motel room. He was annoyed, but he could deal with it.

Until something else began to creep up in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt since…since his mom died.

It was this ball of lead in his chest, weighing him down and constricting his throat. It felt a lot like…like fear, and sadness. And finally confusion. He was confused?

Maybe.

Sad? Afraid? Not really, no. At least, he didn’t think so. He hadn’t thought about his mom like that in a while…

So what the hell?

Those sensations only lasted for a moment—the time it took them to finally cross the street at the red light and pass a pick-up truck going the opposite way.

But that moment seemed to drag on for minutes. Now he really was confused.

He sat still, hesitating, until the feeling eventually passed.

“Hey, Dean, where’s the Batman comic?” Sam leaned up by his ear to ask.

Dean almost flinched. He played it off though, and turned to look back at his brother.

“It’s in my bag, but wait ‘til we get to Bobby’s.”

“Why? That’s like, a whole ten minutes away,” Sam pointed out.

“Because my bag’s under a ton of stuff back there. Just leave it for a few minutes,” Dean said. He sensed that Sam was about to get all bitchy and not let it go, but then John cut in.

“He’s right, Sam. Just cool it until we get there.”

Sam frowned, slumping into his seat with an annoyed huff. Wanting to tease him out of his kid funk, Dean smirked, reached back and playfully tapped his knee. “Yeah, cool it.”

Sam slapped his hand away. “Stop.”

“Make me, dork.” Accompanied by another teasing flick to his ear. Sam hit him back, and it would’ve devolved into an immature, but not uncommon free-for-all, if not for John’s heavy sigh and a sharp warning.

“Boys, enough!”

Then the car was silent. Sam huffed again and settled back into his seat. Dean tapered down his smile and sat back in his too. He looked out the window and saw the snow beginning to fall. Without meaning to, his mind drifted back to that weird feeling in his chest.

He rubbed his chest absently. But soon enough, he forgot about it. Just like you did.

Neither of you realized exactly what happened that day.

It was the first tug of a lifelong bond, seared into your souls.

AN: Okay, this is my first soulmate AU! Maybe the end was a little melodramatic there lol.

Let me know in the comments what you think! Then keep reading. ;)

Here it is: Part 2.

Series Masterlist

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Main Masterlist

[unclewaynemunson]

Steve's dad was a grade A asshole. At least, that's what Steve thought ever since the first time he got in trouble for drinking beer with Tommy and Carol instead of studying for his Spanish test – which he ended up failing spectacularly.

His dad was strict, kept going on and on about how Steve should work harder, shouldn't expect to get everything handed to him on a silver platter just because they had money, that the world was unfair but that he shouldn't take advantage of that fact.

It was infuriating. They fought a lot, all through high school, but after Steve graduated, it got even worse. He vividly remembered the day he got rejected for Tech, all his chances to actually get into college out of the window. He knew that his dad knew the dean, knew that he was only one phone call away from getting in - a phone call his dad refused to make. Mr. Harrington had been stubborn as ever, with his whole spiel of hard work and honesty and refusing to partake in nepotism.

And the worst thing about all of that? The fact that his father was right. The fact that Steve had indeed prioritized being keg king and getting into Nancy Wheeler's panties over good grades, convinced that his father's connections would be his safety net anyway.

So yeah, Steve hated his father when the man made him get some shitty job at the mall and work for his income like Mr. Harrington himself had done before he got to where he was now. The man was an asshole, obviously.

Until Robin. Until he saw from up-close what it meant to be poor, to have to climb that ladder that he had been on top of only because of the lottery that was birth. So during the months after summer 1985, he and his dad slowly but surely started growing closer again. Mr. Harrington helped him with new college applications, helped him think of good alternatives in case college simply wasn't for Steve anyway. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington welcomed Robin into their house with open arms, along with Steve’s odd gang of middle schoolers, relieved to see that their son had finally stopped caring about status and started valuing true friendship and loyalty instead. And when Robin was worried about telling her parents that she was a lesbian, they told her that she'd always have a place in the Harrington home, if she needed it.

'I'm proud of you, Steve,' Mr. Harrington said when they were reminiscing Steve's old high school days together during the Christmas break. 'And I'm sorry if I was too hard on you sometimes.'

'No, I get it now,' Steve was quick to say.

'I just needed to do everything in my power to make sure you wouldn't take for granted what we have. I told you often enough how things were for me growing up – I worked my ass of to get us where we are. I needed you to grow up kind, and humble. But I always loved you, you know that, right?'

'Yeah, I know that,' Steve answered, quietly. 'Love you too, dad.'

1986 came around and before he knew it, it was March and he was standing pressed against the wall of Reefer Rick's boathouse with a broken bottle to his throat. After the end of the world, his parents rushed over to the hospital as soon as they could and they took turns keeping Steve company at Eddie's bedside while they all waited and waited and waited.

Two months later, he found himself sitting opposite of his parents at the kitchen table, his hands trembling and Robin by his side as he told them that he was in love. And they smiled, told him that they saw this one coming since before Steve was even seeing it himself; that they loved him and that they thought Eddie was a wonderful boy and that they'd love to welcome him in their family.

That same night, Steve thanked his father. Because he knew that if it wasn't for Mr. Harrington trying to steer him towards kindness instead of arrogance time and time again, he would never have grown up to fall in love with Eddie Munson.

[buckysgrace]

Five

Illicit Affair Masterlist Professor!Steve Harrington x fem!OC

CW: Drinking, intoxicated dry humping, some spitting

Steve can't seem to get away from Daphne.

“Did you look over my paper then?” Daphne asked as she furrowed her dark eyebrows together, making him wince as the dreaded topic came forward. He liked to meet with each of his students at each point in the semester, but it was always harder to meet with the ones that were struggling. He wasn’t sure how to be reassuring. 

“I did,” He agreed as he stared down at his folder, unsure of how to go forward, “Did you read through the instructions?” He pulled his glasses out, putting them on as he looked at where he had printed off her paper and marked it up. 

“Yeah,” She replied gloomily as she lingered a little too close to him, “I guess it didn’t make sense then.” She crossed her legs before she began to bounce them up and down, the tip of her shoe hitting against his chair.

He thought it was odd that despite it being so cold outside, she still wore dresses and skirts. Not even long ones. Short ones that were just a little too revealing in his opinion. He wasn’t sure how her legs didn’t break off from the freezing temperatures. 

“It did for the most part,” He started, not wanting her to doubt herself, “But I think you’re mixing up the names. Or most of the people.” He told her softly, not mentioning that many of the names she had mixed up had been the names of locations as well. 

“The textbook is really confusing,” She admitted, making him nod his head in agreement, “I think it just all gets jumbled.” She pressed her fingers up to her thick lips, furrowing her eyebrows as she continued to stare at his notes in worry. 

“It happens,” He told her quickly, thinking of his own issues through grade school, “Maybe if you tried to organize the names by people and places to start with it would be a little less confusing.” He suggested, trying to recall where he had put his highlighters. He really did think that would make it just a little easier for her. 

He glanced back towards her a second later when the room grew silent, slightly tense. Her blue eyes were glazed over with tears, the hue a brighter blue than usual. Her bottom lip trembled as she blinked rapidly, taking a deep exhale. 

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He said quickly, feeling like an ass suddenly as he faced her. He felt like his environment in this classroom was a lot less strict than how it had been when he taught high schoolers. He wasn’t sure how he had managed to leave her in tears. 

“It’s not your fault,” She sniffled as she stared up at the ceiling, laughing to herself, “I’m just having like a midlife crisis.” She began as she threw her hands up a second later, fat tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she shook her head. 

“I think you’re too young for that,” He offered kindly, “Why are you taking this class anyways?” He asked curiously, tilting his head down to try and get a better look at her. He couldn’t remember her mentioning what her degree was. But it didn’t seem to be in ancient histories or anything relevant to that. 

“For the credits,” She admitted as she pushed her hair out of her face, “I don’t need this class. It was just something random that I thought would be easy.” She explained with a shrug of her shoulders. He smiled softly, knowing that many people probably thought his class was a breeze.

“To help your degree?” He searched for clarity, wanting her to elaborate on what she was wanting to achieve. He thought it would be easier for her to find classes that were more directed towards her degree. 

“No,” She shook her head, “I was going to be a nurse but that fell through and now I don’t know what to do. And then my long term boyfriend cheated on me with my twin brother and they’re getting married, which is like great. And now I’m crying in front of you and yeah.” She cried again, holding her face in her hands as he blinked slowly as he processed everything at once. He had also been cheated on in the past, but she hadn’t left him for his twin. That sounded painful. 

“Sounds like it’s been an eventful year,” He spoke up softly, unsure of what he was really supposed to say to comfort her, “You know you can drop this class if it’s too hard or stressful.” He rested a hand along her back, rubbing her shoulder blades softly. 

“I can’t,” She sniffled as she rubbed at her eyes, “I need something to distract me so I don’t end up falling apart. Or breaking down. Which I guess is happening right now.” She laughed once again, dropping her hands as she looked up at him in defeat.

“I felt like crying when I turned thirty,” He chuckled as he faced her, “If that makes you feel any better. Life can be rough.” He dropped his hand, feeling like his palm was burning from where he had touched her. 

“I’m sorry for crying in front of you.” She took a deep breath, calming herself down as he thought about reaching out to reassure her once again. 

“Don’t apologize,” He told her seriously as he gave her knee a little squeeze, “It’s okay. I’m sorry about everything that happened to you, your brother seems like a dick.” He added seriously, staring at the way her skin looked underneath his. 

“He used to be my best friend,” She sighed deeply as she lazily stretched her legs out, “This is embarrassing. I’m going to change the subject now. Um, how can I make my grade better?” He thought about adding something else but then decided against it, wanting to honor her wishes of moving past what she had just said.

“Maybe some tutoring would help?” He suggested, “No offense but your papers are atrocious too.” He chuckled softly, sure that there was no other way to break it to her. 

“I wanted to be a nurse,” She said with a laugh, “I’m good at math and science. Writing is not my strong point.” She pointed out as she stared at the paper, looking as if it might bite her. 

“It wasn’t mine either,” He admitted as he scanned her paper again, “What days are you available?” He asked her, watching as she blinked the rest of her tears from her eyes. 

“Tuesdays and Thursdays after two.” She replied as she straightened out her shoulders, inhaling deeply as she pressed a smile to her lips once again. He liked the way she smiled. 

“How about you come by my office at three then,” He started as he wrote down the building and room number, “You can just text me when you are on your way.” He added a second later, watching the way her smile grew. 

“You’re giving me your number?” She faced him quickly, eyebrows raised as he chuckled at her question. If only it was that easy. 

“It’s in the syllabus,” He pointed out with a smug grin, “You and your peers are pretty terrible at writing out emails. And someone usually finds my number anyway.” He added, although he hadn’t had much of an issue with it since he’d tried at the university. High school had been worse. Kids were weird. 

“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t say any of that,” She grinned as she tapped her bare knee against his clothed one, “And just go with that you gave me your number.” She giggled as she stood, leaving his eyebrows raised as he took in her forwardness. He invited it, however. It was nice. 

“This is professional.” He reminded her, trying to keep as stern as he could. But he couldn’t. He was smiling right along with her. Fuck. She drove him crazy. 

“Of course,” She nodded her head along, grinning playfully, “But I can still be your favorite student. The vibes are still there.” She added a second later, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“The what?” He tilted his head, laughing softly at the odd words she spoke with sometimes. She dropped her shoulders, looking at him dramatically before she shook her head. 

“Never mind,” She shook her head as she picked up her bag from the floor, still smiling, “I will definitely only text you for educational purposes of course.” She added teasingly, pointing her phone at him in a playful manner. 

“Don’t text after ten,” He added as she headed towards the door, “I’m in bed at that time.” He replied as he lazily twisted back and forth in his chair. Although, he wouldn’t mind if he woke up to a few late night texts from her. He couldn’t say that about many people. 

“Not all of the time,” She reminded him gleefully, “See you soon. And thank you for the help!” She added as she left from the door, his eyes lingering at the way the back of her dress rose over her thighs. He leaned back in his chair, groaning at the impending doom that settled over him. This was gonna be harder than he thought. 

“Next time I’m picking where we go.” Robin spoke up, looking disgruntled as they passed a plate of fries back and forth. She was sipping on a mojito as she sat close to him, somehow managing to convince him to go out for the second time that week on the condition that he picked the location. Another bar. He needed another drink.

“What’s wrong with this place?” He asked seriously as he brought his third beer up to his lips. He wasn’t meaning to go out and drink this much, but it was the weekend. He could worry about grading papers another day. 

“You only pick bars,” She whined as she dramatically kicked her feet out, “And not any of the fun ones.” She grumbled before she shoved another handful of fries into her mouth. 

“The last time you picked out the bar I only got hit on by men.” He reminded her, shaking his head as he scanned the bar. It was busy, but he didn’t really see anyone that he’d want to approach. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” She replied, making him snort as he recalled the memory. He looked at her curiously, noting the judgemental expression that formed on her features as she looked behind him. 

“Hi,” Daphne grinned as she approached, stumbling forward with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, “S’nice to see you again, professor.” She replied as she fake saluted him before she began to laugh again. He looked at her surprised, sure that it was just his luck to run into her when he was searching for anyone else. His hole suddenly seemed a lot deeper. 

“Nice to see you too,” He grinned as he turned towards her curiously, “You look like you’ve been having fun.” He replied, unsure of how she wasn’t freezing in the outfit she wore. It was a sparkly, pink two piece set. Her crop top just barely covered her chest and left her midriff completely exposed. Her skirt rested snuggly on her hips, but had a slit on the left side of her leg that raced nearly up to her hip. 

“I had like so many shots,” She said dramatically as she blew her bangs out of her eyes, resting lazily against the bar as she tapped her index finger across her other fingers, “And two apple-tinis, uh a mai tai. I might get another. Or a long island iced tea.” She pressed her lips together, the mauve color slightly smeared as she thought about it. 

“Maybe some water,” He suggested as he took another bite from his fry, noting the sluggish way she kept sliding back and forth. Her smile was painted on her face, like everything was amusing, “This is Daphne, by the way.” He said as he turned towards Robin. 

“You’re funny,” She grinned as she leaned forward to boop his nose, “I like the shape.” She said with a nod of her head, looking too fascinated as she traced her finger across his nose. Electricity traveled across his face, his heart hammering a little roughly against the side of his neck. 

He was silent for a second, shivers racing up his spine at the way she traced her fingers along his face. He wished he had the strength to brush her off, but he didn’t want to. He liked the way her fingers felt on his skin, how her eyes twinkled even in the dim room. 

“Are you the one that sent the boobs?” Robin asked suddenly, breaking him from his trance as he looked back to her in horror. Daphne’s hand dropped rather roughly against the side of the bar. 

“You talked about my boobs?” She laughed as she brought her hand up to her chest, looking rather flattered as he thought about melting into the floor. He kicked at Robin’s stool. 

“No, no,” He said quickly as he sent Robin a quick glare, “She’s just full of it.” He added underneath his breath, watching the way she innocently held up her hands and laughed. He turned towards Daphne, gulping at how close she had moved to him. 

“You didn’t like them?” She pouted, features dropping as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He took another chug from his beer, inviting the buzzing sensation that rushed through him. 

“I never saw them,” Robin shot back quickly, “So I can’t have an opinion on them.” She added quickly, looking worried as if she had done something bad. He rolled his eyes, fairly certain that she had looked at the picture the last time she went through his phone. 

“What about now?” Daphne asked seriously, acting before either of them could react as she flipped her pink sparkly top over her small tits. They bounced from the rough action, her nipples hard and puffy as he suddenly couldn’t find any words to say. Like his brain had just disconnected from his tongue. She laughed as she stumbled back shirt remaining tucked over her boobs as she held onto the bar for support. 

“Steve!” Robin snapped, trying to reach forward as he was finally snapped out of his stupor. He roughly swallowed the fry that he had been chewing on, wincing before he reached forward and tugged the tight cropped shirt back in place. He ignored the feeling of her skin on his, fearing that he might recall a previous memory if he didn’t shut it down. 

“I’m pretty sure your top is supposed to stay over your boobs.” He replied as he glanced up at her, wondering if she realized what she had done. He glanced around, trying to see if anyone else had. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna remember doing that in the morning.” She giggled as she held onto him, looking a little too gleeful. Alcohol must make her frisky. 

“I don’t think you are either,” He laughed as his fingertips brushed against her bare midriff, “Did you come with your friends?” He asked as he glanced behind her, but didn’t get very far in his search. He didn’t know what they looked like. 

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” She giggled as she leaned forward again, cocking her eyebrows lazily as he forced his arms to drop to his sides.

“Never,” He teased, trying to ignore the warmth that spread through him as she leaned up against him and began to run her fingers through his hair, “Professional.” He mumbled softly, very aware of Robin’s eyes lingering on them. And he could feel his own walls cracking. 

“This is totally professional, don’t you think?” Daphne turned towards Robin, her lips pulled into a  cheesy grin as she continued to tangle her fingers through his hair. 

“Oh absolutely.” Robin nodded her head in agreement, an incredulous expression on her features. She was clearly baffled, probably surprised as to whom he’d gotten himself involved with this time. 

“Let me get you and your friend a drink,” She said as she stood a little straighter, “Please.” She pouted out her lips, looking too sweet for him to deny. There was nothing wrong with her ordering him a drink. It was fine, just friendly.

“How long have you been here?” Robin asked in amusement as Daphne struggled to crawl on top of the stool. He had a feeling it had to do with the large heels she had on. 

“I don’t know,” She answered after she tried to think about it, “We went to a few different places before this.” She replied as she passed the shots down the table, grinning proudly before she passed down the beers they’d ordered.

“Are you celebrating something?” Robin asked curiously, making a face before she took her shot. Steve pressed his up to his lips, grinning before he downed it quickly. He liked tequila.

“Uh no,” She giggled, “More like forgetting something. Not me crying in your classroom earlier. Well, maybe a little bit of that too.” She added as she held up her index finger, laughing as she crossed her ankles lazily. 

“You made her cry?” Robin asked horrified, smacking at his arm before he swatted her away. 

“I didn’t make her cry,” He clarified quickly, “She’s going through a rough time.” He replied instead, not really sure if he should air out Daphne’s dirty laundry. It really wasn’t his business. 

“My ex boyfriend of like three years cheated on me,” She began to explain again, “With my twin brother.” She gestured back to herself, speaking about it more freely this time. Probably thanks to the alcohol. 

“Oh.” Robin said softly. 

“And now they’re getting married.”

“Oh.” She added deeper, eyes wide as she glanced towards Steve in horror. He shrugged his shoulders, still unsure of how to comfort her. He didn’t have any siblings that he’d be able to relate that betrayal to. 

“But what can you do, you know?” Daphne asked as she shook her head, gesturing her hands about as she spoke, “It’s just like life, I guess. Very shitty but I do love my brother so it’s just hard.”

“What about your ex?” Robin asked, “Did you love him?” She asked softly as the music changed in the background, turning more slower as Daphne scooted a little closer to them. He shifted a bit, inviting her knees up against the side of his leg. 

“No,” She answered quickly, eyes a little wide, “I thought we were going to split up regardless but he could have, like not cheated.” She explained, rambling a little bit like she was unsure about her answer as well. 

“Men just think with their dicks,” Robin added as she shoved at Steve’s stool, “Which is why women are better.” She said with a knowing look. He thought about bringing Jessie up but then decided against it. He’d still need a few more rounds before he brought up cheating exes. 

“You’d like my sister,” She answered, “Big lesbian. Hates men. She’s kinda mean though.” She nodded her head along, laughing as she thought about it. 

“Hm,” Steve turned back to Robin, grinning in amusement, “Sounds like your type.” He referenced the type of women she’d been chasing around recently. 

“Very funny,” Robin shook her head as she chugged down the remainder of her drink, “What do we think about that one?” She asked, gently motioning towards a dark haired woman across the bar. Steve observed her for a moment.

“I don’t think so,” He said with a shake of his head, “She just came from a group of guys.” He pointed out, taking another gulp from his drink as Daphne leaned closer.

“What are we talking about?” She stammered out, narrowing her eyes as Robin shifted uncomfortably in her spot. 

“Trying to figure out if she’s into women or not,” He explained, trying to ignore the way her fingers latched against his skin, “Robin is shy.” He said a moment later as she nodded her head along.

“I’ll be right back.” Daphne answered, standing and almost tripping as she waddled off. He pressed a palm over his mouth, laughing to himself as Robin gasped in horror.

“We need more drinks,” She ordered quickly, eyes wide as she held her hand out and waited. She took a shot, watching from the corner of her eye, “What are you doing with her?” She asked as she stuck her tongue out, eyes squinted in disgust as he pulled his shot up to his lips. 

“Nothing,” He told her quickly as he glanced towards Daphne, crossing his arms over his chest, “There’s no relationship at all.” He felt the smile forming on his lips despite his defensive stance as a familiar buzz spread through him. 

“Does she realize that?” She asked as she shoved at his arm again, making him scoff. Of course Daphne knew that. She was just a little too drunk. He was getting there too. 

“Yeah, she does,” He defended the both of them, “She’s just a bit, uh, eccentric.” He replied as he nodded his head, unable to help the grin as Daphne wobbled back over with a napkin in her hands. 

“She gave you her number,” Daphne announced proudly, a little too loudly, “But I uh couldn’t remember your name. I’m Daphne by the way.” She continued to talk over the beat of the music, swaying to it. 

“It was nice to meet you, Daphne,” Robin said as she gave her hand another little shake, “My name is Robin by the way.” She pointed out, making Daphne’s eyes widen in understanding as she happily took the paper. 

“Like the bird, I like it,” She giggled as she waved at her, “It was nice to meet you!” She shouted happily as she waddled back over to Steve.

“Uh uh,” He laughed as he pulled his drink away from her, finishing his beer before she could steal it from him, “I think you’ve had enough.” He told her seriously, eyes slanting a bit as the room warmed to him too. He liked how close she was.

“Do you want to step outside with me?” She asked him, speaking into his ear, “I gotta walk back soon.” She explained to him, making him shake his head softly.

“You can’t walk back.” He told her, his hand moving on its own as he reached out to hold onto her hips. She was really petite. He felt a lot larger than she did.

“My phone is dead and I can’t call an Uber,” She explained as she looked around, “And I may or may not have run off without my friends.” She giggled softly, smiling as she messed with the buttons on his shirt.

“I’ll order one for you,” He told her as he reached for his phone in his pocket, shifting away so she couldn’t grab it, “Are you alright for a few minutes?”

“Oh yeah,” Robin snorted as she looked at him, “I’m ordering more fries though.” She replied, grinning from ear to ear as Daphne repeated her address to him several times. 

He ensured that the ride was confirmed before he walked out with her, his balance a little off as he slammed his shoulder into the door. He winced, laughing as she roughly kicked the door open in support of him. 

“You sure you’re not cold?” He asked as she turned towards him, sauntering as another cold breeze smacked against him. He wasn’t sure how she seemed unaffected. 

“Walking in the freezing cold half-dressed will sober me up so quickly, just watch.” She gestured her hands out widely, grinning as she began to walk away. He wasn’t sure where she was going, but he followed behind regardless. 

“You’re a character.” He told her seriously. She wasn’t at all what he thought she would be. But he liked that too. 

“I’ve been told,” She admitted as she linked their fingers together, “And spoiled. I’m the youngest child.” She told him as they approached a little 24 hour stall. He wondered if there were any coats inside of there. He thought that she needed one. 

“Explains why you can’t take no for an answer.” He teased her, ignoring how his fingers burned against hers. It was probably due to the cold. He stopped her, not wanting her to go too far. 

“You haven’t outright said no,” She giggled softly, “I’d back off if that was the case. Do you want me to?” She replied seriously, looking a little horrified as she came to a complete stop. He shook his head, not feeling forced at all. 

“Not really,” He leaned against the side of the building as he looked down at her, counting the stars that were shining in her eyes, ““You know what’s always good when you’re drunk?” He asked her, watching the way her eyes flashed in curiosity. 

“A cigarette,” She answered at the same time he pulled his carton out, “You know these taste awful any other time. I had a different ex that used to vape.” She brought up a second later, squinting her eyes as she thought about the memory. 

“Yeah?” He asked, glancing down as he flicked the lighter a few times until he got it lit, “Did you prefer that?” He asked curiously, putting his lighter away before he took a deep inhale. 

“I guess I didn’t really care,” She shrugged her shoulders as she took the cigarette from his mouth, “What about you?” She asked him this time, pressing it in between her lips as she raised her eyebrows at him. 

“Never tried,” He watched as she took a long drag, holding the smoke in her lungs before she exhaled deeply, “I don’t even like smoking that much.” He admitted, wrinkling his nose softly at the way she blew the smoke towards his face.

“Then why are you smoking?” She teased him, passing the cigarette back towards him. He chuckled as he took a long drag from it this time, blowing it back playfully towards her face.

“Because of you,” He told her seriously, watching the way her eyebrows raised on her forehead, “You’re kinda stressing me out.” He admitted slyly, taking another drag as she measured him up.

“In a good way?” She questioned him, red hair twisting in front of her face as another breeze hit her. He crushed the cigarette out against the side of the building, moving his hands so he could move her hair from her face. She giggled, her eyes not as hazy as they had been earlier.

His hands fell to her hips, brushing over the odd sequins on her skirt as he pulled her flush against him. He blamed it on the beers he’d had, on the shot that she’d given him. His nose brushed against hers, his lips parting as he thought about how nice her mouth had felt against his many months ago. 

She moved her palms across his chest, rubbing across his shirt as she stood on her tippy toes as they shared the same deep inhale. He could feel his heart thumping roughly against his ribs, vibrating through his body as he swallowed the guilty feeling. One kiss couldn’t hurt. 

He captured her mouth with his lips, kissing her deeply as he felt himself melting against her warm skin. His lips dragged against her soft ones slowly, savoring the taste and feel of her as his hands drifted lower on her hips. He cupped her ass, squeezing softly and earning a little squeak from her before she continued to trail her lips against his. 

“Daphne,” He sighed as he pulled away, keeping his eyes shut as she continued to kiss along his chin and jaw, “We can’t.” He tilted his head to the side, chewing on his bottom lip as her tongue traced out against his skin again. 

“Why?” She hummed against his skin, licking at his neck as she slunk her hands into the back of his jean pockets, “We’re not at school. You’re not teaching right now.” She pointed out, dragging her lips back up towards his chin. 

“Doesn’t change our relationship.” He sighed softly as he looked down at her, wondering if there was a way to convince her to drop this class. His mind was too buzzed at the moment to really care if he was being honest.

“So,” She whispered softly, “You’re attracted to me and I’m attracted to you, so what’s the problem?” She questioned as she stepped closer to him, demanding an answer.

“I could lose my job,” He said with a laugh, although he wasn’t too worried about it at the moment. He would be fucked if anyone saw him this close to her anyways, “Are you always this forward?”

“Sometimes,” She giggled softly, “Why? Do you like it?” She took a few steps back, stepping into the darker alley as he raised his eyebrows. He felt his heart hammering, his veins burning as she raised her top up over her chest once again.

He watched silently, all of his blood racing to his cock as she removed her top completely. Her smirk grew in confidence as she reached for the side of her skirt, unzipping it until it fell to the ground. 

“What?” She grinned as she stood in front of him, wearing only the thin thong she had on underneath her skirt, “Not like you haven’t seen any of it before.” She added playfully as she turned her body back and forth, showing off her curves. 

“Mhm,” He hummed in response, eyes tracing over her slender body as he crossed his ankles out in front of him, “Do you usually walk around naked?” He asked as he bounced back from staring at her round ass, meeting her eyes once again. 

“Not usually,” She grinned as she swayed her hips, walking towards him, “Just felt right I guess.” She replied as she tilted her head up towards him, making his lips curl into a little smirk. 

“You remember what I said about keeping it professional?” He asked her curiously, knowing that line had become so muddled that he could no longer see it. The alcohol was coursing through his system, erasing any feelings of guilt or worry. 

“Mhm.” She confirmed with a smug smile. He drifted his eyes over her soft skin, taking in how tiny she looked in comparison to him. She had been just a little shorter than Robin, nothing too severe. But she was petite, small shoulders and narrow hips that looked even tinier against his large hand. 

“You’re making it really hard.” He told her softly, seriously as he knew that he’d be damned if anyone else knew about this. Or about them kissing earlier. It was too risky, yet he felt himself drawn towards her even more. Part of him wondered if it was worth the risk. 

“Am I?” She grinned at him mischievously as she slowly pressed herself against his bulge, “Because I’m like really horny right now.” She whispered before she began to laugh, like it was a secret. He was already well aware of how she felt. 

“I can tell.” He chuckled as he moved his hands to her hips, giving her a soft squeeze before he moved his palms further up. She was right. They weren’t at school right now. No one else had to know. 

“It was all the shots.” She whined dramatically as his hands fell to her boobs, cupping them softly as she leaned into his touch. He felt his cock stirring underneath her soft flesh, his heart pounding in his chest as her nipples dragged against his palms. 

“Makes you frisky.” He hummed, his bottom lip gently brushing against hers. He sighed deeply, mouth slowly parting as he invited her into a deep kiss.

He savored the taste of cigarette smoke and the sweet alcohol on her tongue, his hands slowly moving to her hips once again as her palms fell to his chest. He flicked his tongue inside of her mouth, swirling it softly against her own as she began to drag her hips down against his aching bulge.

He sighed against her mouth, slowly rocking his hips upwards as he craved the feeling of her warmth against his cock. He could feel her wetness seeping through her thong, dragging along the way his cock was throbbing underneath her. 

“Daph,” He groaned as his lips fell open against hers, his mind fuzzy as the pleasure raced up his spine. He dug his fingers into her hips, clinging to her as he dragged his cock against the drenched material of her panties, “Jesus.”

“Yeah?” She giggled softly, moaning breathlessly against his mouth as she continued to grind her soft cunt along his long cock, “Wish I could feel you inside me.” She whimpered softly as he pressed her up against the building, hooking a leg over his waist.

He groaned against her mouth, picturing how warm and wet her cunt would feel around his girth at the moment. Much better than his hand, but he recognized that it couldn’t happen. This shouldn’t be happening either, but he felt like he was in too far.

She trailed her mouth across his chin again, licking softly as he continued to rut his hips up against her wet panties. He closed his eyes, desperately wanting to feel her bare skin against his. The urge to strip his pants down was growing.

She gripped his chin, dragging him further down to her mouth as the hazy look spread through her eyes. He groaned as he kneaded at her ass this time, sighing against her mouth as she puckered her lips together.

She spit, drooling into his mouth as a deep whimper left his chest. It was unexpected, so dirty and filthy that his heart hammered roughly inside of his chest. His cock ached, twitching before he came roughly inside of his boxers.

“Fuck!” He hissed, whining softly as he pressed against her cunt roughly. He fell flat against her, squishing her between him and the building as his high washed over him. He hadn’t come inside of his pants since high school. Jesus.

He stared at her with a mixture of shock and disbelief, the gears in his mind twisting as he drifted his hands down her sides. It was then that he noticed the goosebumps on her skin, her ice cold flesh.

“Jesus,” He pulled away, mind slowly clearing and legs quivering as he reached for her clothes. He huffed underneath his breath, feeling like he had been under a spell as he quickly began to redress her, “You’re freezing.” He pointed out, struggling with her zipper and she whined.

“No fair,” She huffed as he stuck her shirt on over her head, “You got to finish.” She protested, making him feel that much worse as he felt the mess in his boxers. He had been all over her in public, where anyone could see. 

He stayed quiet as the sound of honking drew him further out of his stupor. He checked his phone, confirming her Uber had arrived before he tugged her forward. He did a quick confirmation that it was the right one before he dropped his coat from his shoulders and put it over her.

“Smells like you,” She giggled, eyes still hazy as he held the door open for her, “You sure you don’t want to join me?” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows as he felt an uncomfortable feeling settling over him. Why did she have to be so desirable?

“Have a good night.” He smiled at her, ensuring that she was buckled and safe before he shut the door. He winced as the car drove off, sighing as the cold stuck to his bones. He was royall fucked.

Not only did he let her strip down in public, he’d also humped her like a dog and let her spit in his mouth. And came in his pants in only a few minutes. Jesus. There was something wrong with him. 

“You took forever.” Robin commented once he joined her again, making him squirm as he tried to play it off. He could pretend everything was fine, even though the buzz was beginning to wear off. 

“I was waiting for her Uber with her,” He scoffed as he fixed his hair, “She could’ve gotten hurt on her own.” He explained, shaking his head as he stared at the table. He couldn’t look at her. She would know. 

“Uh huh,” She nodded along, “I don’t want your excuses, you’re nasty.” She shoved at him, leaving him gasping as he shook her accusation away. She was all knowing smirks, making him that much more frantic.

“I didn’t do anything.” He said as he shook his head, running his hands through his hair as he tried to get his heart to stop pounding. Damn it. 

“Did your pants get that memo?” She asked as she glanced down slowly to his jeans, making him stall before he followed suit. He stared at the obvious wet spot, making his face flush all over again.

“Fuck.” 

[obanaispy]

DOVES IN THE WIND

cast ! gojo satoru + y/n { fem body. she/they pronouns. }

wc ! 1.1k

tldr ! y/n hates a guy so much.. she fucks him!

content ! pussy eating + mild dirty talk + drug use

a/n ! MDNI . thank you all so much for 400 followers! this is my gift to you all, a two parter! also have some ex hubby eren coming back… send it your suggestions & enjoy! 🐁

“The fuck are you doing here?”

“Chill..Was this invitation only?”

“We have a strict no douche policy”

“Well then, guess I have nothing to worry about.”

I huffed as Gojo pushed past me, walking into my kitchen like he owned the place. Body way too fucking relaxed for my comfortability. Did he even bring any liquor to the function? A joint? Shit, a deck of cards? Of course not, yet everyone screamed his name in joy as soon as he was spotted. My eyes rolled as I followed him, just to make sure he didn’t slip a bottle in his pants or some shit.

“Cmon Y/n… loosen up” his voice boomed, smirking at me once he saw the glare painted on my face. I wanted to grip his lips in my hand and rip off that smug look. “I know you’re used to being loose but.. i’m good the way I am” I shot back, a bitter, buttery smile coming onto my face. This was the first party of my college spring break and I held the honor of planning it. I had to be sure that everything was perfect. So far, everyone was drunk or cross faded but me. Sighing out, I decided to simply ignore the frosted haired freak pouring a round of shots for everyone out of a bottle he simply did not own.

Call me a tight ass but, Gojo deserves not a lick of sympathy from me. Not only did he make my life a living hell with the constant flirting in high school— he also didn’t stop once we entered college. I feel like he has some sort of weird fetish when it comes to being cussed out by me, not to shame anyone of course. I would be chill with it if I was getting paid.. or if he wasn’t so annoying. Taking two shots back to back, my face twisted into a grimace before refocusing once again, eyes deciding to land on Gojo. Fuck. He was coming over.

Quickly, I took a swig out of the bottle, fuck the cup. I couldn’t bear looking at his smug face without a little assistance.

“Y/n.. my bad for just waltzing into your house. Your roommate invited me..” she invited this douche? I'm turning off the wifi tomorrow. Y/n tuned back in at a comment that piqued their interest. “Can I roll you a joint?”. Ah, so you did decide to bring something instead of being a freeloader they thought to themself.

“Sure. I would never say no to free drugs”

Now, since when did free drugs equal making out with your sworn enemy? Was it because of that last shot of Casamigos? Tequila goes straight to my fat mama, I knew that. What I didn’t know is that I would find myself in my bedroom with the Gojo Satoru, shirt thrown on my floor and a sock hanging off my door handle. Gojo’s hands ran from my shoulders to my chest, groping my boobs through my lace bra. My hands were fumbling through his hair, my legs moving backwards to walk us to my bed.

I swear they had a mind of their own.

“This is the real Y/n, huh? This is what you’ve been hiding from me?” Gojo chuckled, ignoring the way Y/n mumbled for him to shut up. Their hands fought to get the other undressed first, Y/n now only in their panties. Gojo gently pushed them onto the bed, hands massaging her hips as his lips ran across their neck. His tongue swirled, lips latching onto the tender spots she had told not a single soul about. “You gonna eat this pussy or what” Y/n asked bluntly, earning a snort from Gojo.

“What happened to please?” he chuckled, mouth slowly running down to close around her puffy nipples. His hands made themselves busy, pulling down Y/n’s panties before palming her cunt. A finger slid between their folds before slipping inside of them. A second joined the first immediately, pumping and curling deeper into her heaven as his eyes looked down on the way her face reacted to those tender areas being stimulated. Gojo’s thumb pressed against their clit, rotating as his fingers increased in speed.

“So that’s what you like, huh? Like when I stretch that cunt? I can feel you tightening around me.. gonna cum already?”

Y/n scoffed, trying to sound annoyed through her breathy moans. “Of c-course not.. don’t… don’t flatter yourself.” As catty as she was being, they didn’t want for him to stop. His mouth replaced his thumb, tongue swirling around their clit, flicking against it before pressing down flatly— head shaking from left to right. His fingers never stopped, his free hand holding Y/n down against the bed as her body trembled and squirmed. Fuck. Gojo was annoying but he sure knew how to eat pussy. His face came up for a brief moment, chin and eyes glistening for different reasons.

“You on the pill?”

*Record scratch*

What the fuck was I doing here? No seriously like.. I have GOT to be drunk off my ass. Did this fucking guy think we were about to be passionately fucking? I was just trying to give fat mama her time to shine! She deserved a little nibble.

“Uhh.. yes but..” shit. Why did Y/n feel so awkward? The high was coming down and although she could hear her cunt basically squeaking out his name between the now annoying throbs— maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Gojo liked to talk and Y/n didn’t want to be yet another one of his topics. “You should head back downstairs..”. Gojo immediately brought his body up completely, expression looking as if he was trying to figure out how to respond like his ego wasn’t just hit with an uppercut.

“Ah.. got it.” he smiled, standing as his cock stood with him. Looking down, his face tinted pink, hands going to cover himself. “Nice sheets.” he shot, chuckling as he walked out leaving Y/n alone, naked and horny. Looking down at her pompompurin themed bedspread they sighed, plopping backwards in hopes of falling through the mattress.

I didn’t know which one was worse, my hangover or my anxiety. Fuck it, both of those bitches were tied. I had successfully managed to make my way around campus without running into.. you know who. Now, all I had to do was go home and wait until my skull wasn’t being cracked open by my poor decisions.

Gojo was waiting at my car. How did he still look good after last night? I wanted to punch him in his annoying, smug face. “Can we talk?” he asked, throwing me off guard. Why so serious? I looked around before giving my attention back to him, “fine but… let’s go to my house. I don’t want to be seen out here with you.”

“Lead the way.”

[t0rturedangel]

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ━ ♡

parental alphabet

I absolutely love creek it my favorite sp ship! Ive decided to write this out of sheer boredom and my love for creek. I hope you all enjoy !

A - affection

How affectionate are they to their child?

I feel like, while they absolutely love you, they wont be took affectionate, they'll defiantly give you hugs and stuff but not too much

B - Bullying

How would they react to their child being bullied?

Oh boy, the kid who bullied you better get ready for the biggest ass whooping ever.

I feel like Both Tweek and craig will over dramatic things to make the kids punishment very bad.

After you've told them you were / are bullied, craig will be talking to the headteacher: very clearly pissed while Tweek will be hugging you and comforting you

C - clingy

How clingy are they to their child? And vise versa

Despite them not being too affectionate, Tweek is defiantly clingy to you, having you in his arms practically always, he will never let you go any where by yourself. Rarely, when you're not in Tweeks arms you're by Craigs side

Due to your father's clinginess towards you, you also turn clingy to surprisingly both of your dads

D - Dating

How would they react to their child dating?

They both set the rule of 'No dating until you're 18' but you broke it by having a boyfriend when you were little (around 7 or 8) and while they were upset you broke the rule they found you and your boyfriend's playdates to be so adorable.

You also broke the rule when you were in your teenage years, multiple times.

E - education

How well do they educate their child?

Oh you're very well educated, thats because they sent you to the best school they could, they want you to grow up to be extremely successful

F - Family

Do they want you to meet their families?

Tweek doesn't really want you to meet his, since they might make you drink their coffee, and well we all know what they put in there.

Craig doesnt really mind you meeting his family, you gotta meet at least one of your grandparents right?

G - Goodies

What nice things do they buy their child? (E.G. toys, games)

They'll buy you little goodies when you've done something really good, like get a high score on a test or something.

Usually they get you stuff you've talked about liking before, they always make sure they remember what you said you've liked.

H - hate

How do they react to their child saying they hate them?

The first time you've told them you hated them was most likely during an argument in your teenage years.

You wanted to go to a party that all your friends were going to and they didnt let you, since those friends of yours were 'bad influences' so mid argument you yelled out a 'I hate you both!'

Tweek's heart broke and Craig got angry, sending you to your room. They probably both shed a few tears since they care for you so much.

Later though, you apologized and all was forgiven

I - Internet

How much to they limit their child's access on the internet?

They put on safe search and lock it, also put on parental locks. Though its annoying, they dont want your little head to be ruined with 18+ stuff that a little kid like you shoulnt be watching / reading

J - Jokes

Do they joke around with their kids? How bad are their jokes?

I dont think Tweek jokes a lot but Craig defiantly tells stupid classic dad jokes, that are pretty shit but not even gonna lie you laughed at some of them

K - killjoy

How strict are they? Do they allow their kid to go to things like parties?

They are quite strict, yeah. They wont let you to o to parties that go over 10 pm and will not let you do multiple things you friends' parents would.

L - leaving

How do they react when their child needs to leave? (E.G. move out / die)

If you were to move out and or go to uni, they would be very reluctant to let you go, but will the promise of you visiting as much as you could they let you.

If you died, however, they would be heartbroken beyond belief, Tweek would never be able to get over your death even with his husband's help and support. You mattered the world to him. Craig would never get over your death either but he'll try to move on, whats done is done, you're never coming back, even though he really wants you to come back.

M - motherly

Who's the most 'motherly' to their child?

Oh Tweek is defiantly more motherly to you out of the two.

N - Nicknames

What nicknames do they give thier child? And vise versa

Tweeks nicknames for you are :: Sweetie (very rare that he calls you that though) , kiddo.

Craigs nicknames for you are :: Kid, little shit, mini me.

Your nicknames for the both of them are :: Dad, da, pops, papa (when you want something)

O - Overprotective

How protective are they of their child?

Oh yeah, they're quite overprotective, especially Tweek. Like this man will go mental if you're out of his sight for even a second, what if you get hurt!? what if someone takes you away!? what if-

P - Punishment

How would they punish their child?

They're very classical with their punishments, so you'd be grounded and be in time out for punishments.

Q - quality time

How much time do they spend with their child?

Thye try their best to spend good quality time with you but sometimes they simply dont have the time (which is actually surprising due to Tweeks practical need of being around you to keep you safe and happy and Craigs devoted love for his husband)

R - Rebel

How would they react if their child rebelled against them?

they'd try to catch you in the act of rebelling in whatever way you are and ground you on the spot, no 'buts' no arguments you're grounded go to your room .

S - swears

Do they let their kids swear?

Despite Tweek's thoughts against it, Craig teaches you to flip people off from a young age, thats just a necessity.

You usually get in trouble for flipping people off so much, you're truly Craigs kid

T - talk

How often do they have a meaningful conversation with their child?

again, they both try to have meaningful conversations with you but they (again) dont have the time sometimes

U - Uhmm

What do / did they find awkward when around their child?

The puberty talk and the sex talk.

Without a doubt they'll defiantly feel extremely awkward talking to you about these things

V - violence

Would they be violent to their child?

Absolutely not!

Never in a million years would they be violent to you. Sure they'll accidently hurt you when play fighting or giving you a smack round the head for screaming 'fuck' in public but they'd never hit you on purpose for no reason.

W - word

What was their child's first word

You first word was probably, most likely, ' Tweet '

You were trying your best to say your dad's name since you heard your other dad say it so many times

X - Xaroncharoo

How brilliant do they think their child is?

They know you're a brilliant child and will argue with mums and all that about it.

Y - Yelling

Would they yell at their child?

No, they absolutely refuse to yell at you, even when you're yelling at them for some thing.

Z - Zesty

Would they support their child if they were apart of the LGBTQ community?

I mean, they're part of the LGBTQ community, so it'd be really weird if they didn't support you.

I feel like they'd buy you a cake and have a little celebratory moment with you for coming out

They love you so much and want you to know it.

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋 - 9/10, very good parents

[smolkiwi98]

Hi! If it's okay, i have a request. Reader's good friends with steve and eddie (maybe childhood friends with one and they all got close later on) and now she's dating billy but they've been hiding it and not sure how they'd react giving their history with him. Anyway, she's been neglecting herself lately, not sleeping or eating well and she won't listen to them, but they're shocked to find her with billy and he's being all loving and soft and even kinda strict in order to take care of her

Okay! I'm sorry this took so long, but here ya go! I'm sorry if it seems rushed.

WARNING! mention of depression, anxiety, insomnia, getting bullied (just quickly mentioned), mother not really liking kid (not detailed...just quickly mentioned), fluff, angst(?), not eating, not sleeping, and I think that's it. Oh! not proofread!

requests open > here

masterlist

Secret Love

“Why would you sell to him!? He’s an asshole!” Steve exclaimed “Steve, it’s not that big of a deal. I needed some money and he wanted to come back and buy some stuff.” Eddie said casually. You sighed and sat there quietly on the couch as you watched the two, “Eds…you know what he was like in high school. Why would you want to continue to sell to him?” Eddie just rolled his eyes at Steve “Maybe because it’s my job?” He said like it was obvious…which it kinda was. “Billy needs to just find someone else. He was an ass to me and you.” Steve said, sitting down next to you. You hated when these two would bicker. Sometimes it was funny, but when it was over something like this it was annoying. Eddies a dealer…he’s going to encounter people we don’t really like, but Billy is different. Steve and Eddie had their reasons for hating Billy but you had nothing but love for him! 

You and Billy had met in high school. Junior year and you immediately turned into the other girls and drooled over him. His blue eyes, thick eyelashes, the way his jeans fit him…he had a chokehold on you and the other girls in the school. But unfortunately your two friends had beef with the guy. You’ve known Eddie since you were about 9 when you moved into the trailer park with your mom. The two of you became best friends almost immediately. Then 8th grade hit where the two of you met Steve. Eddie was a little jealous of Steve at first because he felt like he was losing his best friend which wasn’t the case at all. After a month or two Steve and Eddie were bonding over…well everything that 8th grade boys like. Except for the music and movie taste. They were still complete opposites when it came to those subjects. And then high school happened…and then Billy happened. In the beginning Billy had no idea Steve and Eddie were your best friends…brothers really. All Billy thought was some jock was going to get in the way and some freak dealer. Eddie hated meeting with him, but he paid well. The only thing they found they had in common was their love for Metallica. Steve and Billy? There was nothing there. Seemed like nothing but hate was there for those two…which meant Eddie had an issue with Billy. Steve and Eddie knew you had a little crush on him and they picked on you all the time about it, but at the same time wished you wouldn’t have a crush on him. Which is why they can never find out the two of you were dating. It’s been two years in your relationship and you were happiest you’ve ever been! Keeping it a secret was annoying, but Billy was the one who suggested it back in senior year. With your friends and his father, it was just best to keep it on the down low. 

You were zoning out completely now while Steve and Eddie continued on going back and forth about the meeting with Billy. Recently you’ve been feeling very overwhelmed. Work was getting to you and living with your mother as an adult isn’t the best thing right now. When you were younger you had a good relationship with your mom, but when 17 hit all of sudden you were her enemy. You got anxiety, depression, and even insomnia from it. And things at school were never too great, you dealt with your fair share of bullies. You thought once you graduated everything would stop, but boy were you wrong. You haven’t been sleeping or eating properly. Going to bed at 5:30 in the morning just to wake up at 7:00 wasn’t good and skipping breakfast wasn’t helpful either. You knew this, but with everything going on…you just didn’t care. Right now peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are your go to meal. “Sweetheart!” Eddie said, snapping you out of your trance “Hm? What?” You asked, looking at him. Eddie was kneeling on the floor in front of where you sat on the couch, “Steve asked if you were okay.” He said looking at you concerned. You blinked a few times and looked at him and then Steve “Yeah I’m fine. I’m sorry.” You said and then let out a small sigh. Eddie squinted his eyes examining you “Are you sleeping?” He asked, “Of course I am, Eds.” You lied “What about eating?” Steve asked you “Yes I’m eating.” You lied again. You didn’t want to lie to them, but you didn’t feel like getting lectured either. Steve and Eddie looked at each other, but decided to shrug it off “Well…are you going to stay for the movie?” Steve asked. You shrugged “I don’t know. I gotta clean up around the house before the mother gets home.” You said while standing up, “But we can have a movie night at my place Saturday.” You said with a small smile. “We’ll be there.” Eddie said, smiling wide and pulling you into a hug, “Go clean!” He said jokingly as you walked out his trailer. One good thing about the trailer park…you lived right next door. The only flaw…sneaking Billy inside.

~Saturday~

“Billy, they’re going to be here soon. Please just drop it.” You groaned. Billy did nothing but roll his eyes “No, Y/N.” He said, crossing his arms, “You’re lying to me.” He added. You looked at him confused “About what?” Now it was his turn to let out a groan “Don’t act clueless. You’re not sleeping or eating.” “I am! I told you I am. I’m perfectly fine.” You argued. Billy just nodded his head “Okay…then why do you bag under your eyes? They’re darker than before which means you’re not sleeping. You’re also a lot more shaky which means you’re not eating properly either.” Billy was a good observer, this was obvious. Years of living with Max he could tell when something was up. You thought you could hide it from him like you do with Steve and Eddie, but for some reason Billy could see right through you. 

Billy stepped forward and gently grabbed your arms, which got your attention and looked directly at him “Are you eating?” You nodded your head “What have you been eating?” He wasn’t mad. Just worried and he wasn’t being rude, but he was being stern. “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” You mumbled. Billy then nodded, which was him giving you silent praise “And are you sleeping?” You looked at him and then down at your feet “Nu-uh. Look at me.” He said lifting your head up by your chin “I am…but I’m getting about an hour of sleep.” He sighed and leaned his forehead on yours “What have I told you when you start to feel like this?” He questioned you. You stayed silent. “Y/N.” He said in a quiet but stern voice “What did I tell you to do?” He tried again, “You told me to call you.” You said in a soft voice “And why didn’t you call me?” You sighed “I didn’t want to bother you.” You answered. Billy didn’t say anything, instead he just pulled you into a tight hug. His arm warped around your waist while his other hand on your head, “You’re never a bother. I want you to be okay.” He whispered. You closed your eyes and felt the tears swell up in your eyes “I’m sorry.” You said through a shaky voice. Billy shook his head and pulled away making you look at him again “You don’t have to say sorry. I just want you to tell me when you’re feeling this way. So I can help you. Be with you.” He explained while brushing some tears off your cheek with his thumb. 

“I don’t think he’s the asshole like we thought he was.” You heard a whisper, “Well to us he is.” You and Billy pulled apart and looked towards your bedroom door. Steve and Eddie were standing there with snacks, sodas, and movies. You nibbled on your bottom lip and sniffed while wiping your face, “How much did you hear…or see?” Billy asked them, “All of it.” Eddie answered with a smile. “How long have you two been seeing each other?” Steve asked looking at Billy and then you “Since senior year.” You said. The look on both their faces made you smile a little bit “You were dating this guy the whole time!?” Eddie said shocked “We thought you were just sharing some crazy fantasies!” Steve said right after. “Fantasies?” Billy said looking at you with a smirk, “I might have described our dates like they were daydreams.” You admitted shyly. 

After a long talk about the relationship you have with Billy and why you kept it a secret for so long, the three of them made up! You were happy to see your two best friends and your boyfriend to get along and finally become friends. What was even better was you watching them talk and get along…you didn’t even realize you were eating the snacks already. The boys didn’t point it out to you, they just let you continue snacking and watching them talk. Seeing you smile and finally eat multiple things was enough to make them happy. All that’s left is getting you to sleep…which shouldn’t be too hard since the three of them are staying the night to watch these movies with you.

[dotster001]

HCs for Ace, Deuce, and Epel with a reader like Toa Qelsum from Court of Darkness? I just think the chaos that will ensue with another uptight mf would be fun to read about

CW:Mentions of raising a family in Epel's part

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God, you're such a stick in the mud. A high achiever, smart, and a strict rule follower? Barf. He's so happy that you were busy doing your…teleportation trick or whatever when he was hiding at the entrance ceremony cause he knows you would have ratted him out. He has no doubt you would've been sorted into Heartslaybul…for all the "wrong" reasons.

That said…there's something intriguing about the look behind your eyes. A look that screams, "I want to have fun! But no one has ever let me!" And Ace decides he's going to save you. By being the one to break you.

The rest of in game events proceed as normal, cause Ace will always be Ace. He still is an ass, he still causes trouble, he still makes you his best friend, still drops cryptic lines like "who knew you'd be my type, kidding ha ha!"

Is there any world, any mc, any Y/N, where Ace wouldn't fall for you? Be honest.

It's a "when did we start dating? Who the fuck knows they never even asked me out" kind of thing.

He's trying to break you so hard man. He's the devil in your ear, whispering about how wouldn't it just be…so fun if you stole that last slice of strawberry tart that Riddle thought he'd safely hidden in the freezer. He brings out the absolute worst in you…but sometimes you bring out the best in him.

You're the honors student he's always wanted to be. You really get your connection when he asks you to start tutoring him. You're hard on him, but it only makes him strive to do better! He doesn't want to let his favorite teacher down!

Ace teases him for months about how he's such a simp for you, and gets all blushy anytime you tell him he did a good job. Deuce tells him to shut his fucking mouth every single time. Until one fateful day. The words are on the tip of his tongue, but they don't come forward. Instead, his mind is filled with thoughts of you, your big brain, your soft smile. He reflects on his best friend and favorite teacher. And then it's all over for poor Deuce.

Naturally he does the honors student thing. He avoids you. He's terrible at it, but he does his best. Until one day, you show up and berate him for neglecting his responsibilities, and your friendship. In the midst of it, he goes delinquent mode, and angrily confesses his love. At your shock, he apologizes and is sweet again. And how can you say no to sweet Deuce?

Deuce becomes much more of a snuggle bug when you're dating. You still tutor him, but now reward him with kisses when he gets answers right, and makeout and cuddle sessions when his grades improve. 

Under your tutelage, he makes the dean's list. And ends school as an honors student, just as he dreamed. His mom couldn't love you any more.

You and Vil seem to have some sort of unspoken feud. Epel is living for it. Neither of you is ever outright hostile to the other, but the vibes…oof. It's like two very dominant personalities who should never have been left to try and work together. Epel is mad for you.

Lures you in with apple crumble 😉 

Once you're hooked onto him through your sweet tooth, he is able to express his admiration for you. He also has a dominant personality. But for you, he's willing to chill out a little. 

He's such an enabler. Oh sevens, anytime something about Vil pisses you off, he pushes you a step further. Sometimes, If Vil says something that hurts his pride a little bit, he'll stretch the truth, just to watch you go off on him. Sevens, he loves it. He can't help but feel so protected.

He takes you to visit his family with him…and is devastated when you're shocked by how kind and loving his family is. You deserve that love too! Meemaw unofficially adopts you as an extra grandkid, and makes sure that you get all the loving you have missed out on. Epel hopes you can trust him enough to have a family of your own one day, even if it is a small one.

[1-800anklebully]

Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little,Toxic!Trent, and probably more that I can’t think off the top my head.

Excuse any errors!

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The second you touched down in Liverpool and was met with the icy breeze weather, you instantly wanted to turn your ass around and go back on the next flight to San Francisco. Where the sun was out and you could where booty shorts freely. Now if you tried wearing shorts now you would surely freeze of hyperthermia.

Anyways; back to San Francisco. It’s where you now resided. 4 years ago you received a new job offer to work there. It was extremely more excellent pay than Liverpool could do for you. So you took the chance and couldn’t have did a better option.

And top of that life had gotten to the best of you, the freedom you had yearned and craved for years was finally granted. So you took every opportunity you could and never looked back.

You can only imagine the priceless look on your families face when you come back after disappearing. As you can imagine your parents never really liked the idea of you being out there.

All alone without them. You had relatives down there so you were chilling.

But they wanted to shield you from anything and everything. Quite frankly it was quite overbearing and now their overprotectiveness and strict attitude has shaped you into the woman that you are today.

“Agnes, where are you? I’m freezing my tits off I didn’t know Liverpool was so cold like this. Call me.” You hung up and could feel a piercing stare on you, finally you glanced up to see a couple staring at you funnily. They were middle aged and looked like the type to spend a grand on Louis Vuitton.

“What?” Your bitchy face must have scared them off because they instantly scurried off and you just shook your head. How are you gonna gawk then get scared when confronted. You never liked when people stared at you it made you uncomfortable.

Unfortunately for you, Agnes was a slow person so it would take her a good 10-20 minutes to get to the airport. Even though she lived a good 20 minutes away, she was a princess when it came to taking time. That’s why you knew that in a crisis shes the wrong person to call. However she’s your only ride.

“I’m here, I’m here.” She rushed over to you as you stood up from the chair. Bottom sore from how long you waited for her. Agnes engulfed you in a tight hug, the both of you screaming loud in the packed airport.

You guys hadn’t seen each other in 2 years since she came down to the Bay Area for a vacation other than that, she remained in Liverpool. She begged you to not go to the Bay Area. But being the strong minded woman you were no one was able to convince you.

“Girl look at you. You look so good.” She says pulling away, her hands still interlocked with yours, she spun you around seizing your body. Eyes capturing every detail of you.

Your oufit consists of a blue puffer jacket with some leggings that hugged your curves in all the right places, a black champion shirt with some boots. However you took them off due to them hurting your feet, so you stuck with crocs.

The way your body use to be was extremely petite. Once upon a time you were a picky eater but on top of that Trent was stressing you out. So you failed to look after you health. However once you surrounded yourself with the right food and started working out. Going to the gym from once a week to 4 times a week.

It was game over for everyone. You weren’t on the slim side but you weren’t on the thick side either. Slim thick would be you. You also turned to a sport. Volleyball. Ironically enough you use to do Volleyball in high school.

You never really took it seriously until your neighbour who was a professional volleyball player got you into and you haven’t stopped since.

“Stop it. I’ve just been hitting the gym you feel me.” You shrugged as she eyed your behind.” I can tell.” This made you laugh at how she wasn’t hiding the fact that she was checking you out at all.

“Whatever your eating did miracles. Because now we Twinems.” She then began explaining how she also started hitting the gym and basically caught you on up on her life.

Until yous arrived at her apartment. Her apartment was cute and petite and matched her entirely, she was still obsessed with her anime. Album’s of summer Walker and Kendrick Lamar on her walls. You adored the set up of her house.

In a way it resembled you accept your apartment was full of Frank Ocean and Adele.

“So how’s your family?” You ask her getting comfortable on the couch. You crossed your legs putting your braids into a bun and wrapping it up.

The Arnold family was like your second family. You always came to them when you were dealing with difficulties in your own houshold. At times when your father had became verbally abuse you always go to them for help and guidance. They practically raised you.

Dianne was like the mother you had but wished for, she was angel and was supportive of your decision of you choosing to move to San Francisco. Didn’t humiliate you or laugh at your decision unlike your actual mother who was cackling for a good hour when you informed her.

Sure it broke her heart to see her daughter’ leave her but it had to be done in order for you to escape your parents. You needed that break and god made the way

Now Trent, the two of you guys always had a love and hate relationship. Sometimes it could go from you cussing and dissing each to him falling asleep on your shoulder while family guy played on the tv.

The two of you were confusing, you knew that you had developed feelings for him unintentionally but to him it was a game. He knew deep down he liked you but he was a player. Never had these feelings before so he hid it by avoiding any questions about a relationship.

Instead of addressing you about his fear of rejection. Sleeping around was what he kept doing. He didn’t wanna shoot his shot unless it ended with you being his girl. If not then he didn’t wanna hear it.

He didn’t wanna settle down and it pissed you off but you learnt to accept that and move on. Or at least you tried to. Trent was posseeive and wanted you to himself. Like for instance, you went on a date with a guy and he dressed up as waitress’s and spiked your dates drink. Causing him to get alcohol poisoning.

And he was in the hospital for a good week or two thanks to your jealous- possessive ex sneaky link that was greedy and didn’t wanna share you.

You could never forget the look on his face as he watched you board on that flight to San Francisco never to return again.

It was like seeing a lost puppy.Of course you reminded him that you weren’t moving because of him more so because of your job offer and he completely understood hopefully. But knowing Trent it probably all went out the other ear.

He was too busy clenching his jaw at nobody in particular and sucking his teeth while chewing gum every 5 seconds. Didn’t even probably greet you goodbye.

Due to how grumpy he was.

Although, Trent he never reached out again and it was like all of a sudden the once upon a time friendship or intimate relationship never mattered. And that high key fucked you up when you came to that realisation.

“My family is good. Trent’s just been so involved with football it’s almost as if he doesn’t even live with my folks.” Your face instantly changed at the mention of his name. These so called scars were meant to be healed. But they weren’t.

You didn’t expect her to bring it up so soon. You have avoided his name for 4 years. It was only until that the ice breaker was broken.

“Have you and Trent even spoken?” She shifted so that she was facing you and you shook your head. Even talking about him made you miss him. He was just so memorable.

But you doubt that even knows that you exist anymore. He has way more important things in his life now.

“Nope. He doesn’t know im here. And besides it would be strange to reach out to someone that doesn’t wanna be spoken with.” You reasoned biting your lip. You admit you were being petty right now but it was all for the accurate reasons.

Agnes sent you a strange look almost as if you were speaking alien to her.” What do you mean? You’re telling me that Trent hasn’t constantly reached out to you claiming you never answer his phone calls or texts.”

Now it was your turn to scrunch your face up.

“Is Trent mad?! That dickhead never messaged nor called me once since I went to the bay. He blocked my number as if I was some side piece that he got sick of. So I don’t know why he’s going around telling fibs that aren’t true.” You projected your voice and it was prominent that Trent had awoken the bear inside of you.

It drove you bonkers knowing that he was telling his family complete lies and a whole different story to the original plot. When in reality he just couldn’t grow the balls to contact you because he knew he was in the wrong. So he stuck with his story of you ignoring him which everyone had eat up.

Classic Trent.

Lying to cover up his own ass. He’s always been a liar since you guys were “together.” First it started off with little thing like him forgetting about your sneaky link dates. But being the naive girl love sick girl you were at the time.

You payed him no mind and never questioned him. That was until the following event had occurred that drove you to the edge. And you had wished that you hadn’t been so naive in the past.

“Oh.” Agnes scrunched up her face in discomfort. To think that her younger brother was feeding her entire family with false accusations made her blood pressure skyrocket. Especially since you’re so near and dear to her family. He caused such a bad reputation on your name.

She spent months hating your guts for causing unspeakable damage to her younger brother. He almost left his whole career behind because his mental health just took a turn for the worst.

“My brother is such a liar.” Agnes spoke in disbelief flabbergasted but what she had been told.

“That he is.” You chimed taking a sip of your wine glass.

It was about 6:40 pm. And it was just becoming dark outside thanks to now day light savings. The neighbours were silent as if they aren’t even present.

And the birds had paused their exasperating chirping. Agnes and Y/N had paused out on the couch modern family played on the tv. Agnes was hanging off the couch with her mouth wide open. Meanwhile you laid there asleep facing the couch. You two very opposite.

Agnes slept like a child and you slept like a old woman. Something that Trent use to constantly pick on you about. The sound of a phone dinging multiples times made the two groan. You guys decided to ignore it but when noticed that it wasn’t gonna stop.

Agnes blindly grabbed her phone, her eyes sour than lemon as she attempted to read the messages on her phone. But it was all blurry and a bunch of words on a screen.

“Who was it?” You faced her laying on your side as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. That had to be best nap you had in years. You were all alone in your flat in San Francisco.

Just having knowing that you have someone on your presence is so reassuring. Whether it was a friend or a loved one.

“My mum.” She says still scrolling through the texts. Her eyes had scanned through the paragraphs. Her mum loved speaking in a such big paragraphs.

You instantly tensed completely forgetting that Dianne knew everything and she possibly knew that you snuck back to Liverpool. Without telling her and there was no way she was going to let that slide without you coming to her home to visit her and her husband.

That’s the only reason why you go to her house. Not because of her son Trent. But because you love her enough to respect her.

“What does she want?” Your heart hammers against your ribcage like crazy and your breathing had quickened so rapidly.

“Just checking up on me. And she knows that you’re here and she said to tell you that you aren’t getting away that easy and basically she invited you to dinner.” Agnes non enthusiastically explains. Because she knew her mother was big on family time. Which meant that everybody was going to be there.

You groan grabbing a pillow and screaming into in frustration. Why out of all the days did she have to choose tomorrow. She could’ve found out a week but nope.

God was definitely not on your side as of right now.

“Can I cancel?” You meekly peer up at Agnes from the pillow and she had a un impressed look on her face.

“Be so for real.You know my mother Y/n. She’ll murder the both of us if we don’t attend. So you’re gonna have to put on your big girl panties and suck it up.” She stands up closing the tv and stretching her achy limbs.

Agnes knew the reason why you were all worked up was because having dinner with the Alexander-Arnold family meant that all the brothers were expected to attend.

Yes including the 5’9 right back that plays football for England and Liverpool team. Trent Alexander Arnold.

“But I don’t wanna see him. I’m not ready!” You nagged chasing Agnes up the stairs. However she ignored you slamming the door in your face. Leaving you stand there hopelessly like a child that just got declined a treat.

You spent the rest of the night yapping Agnes’s ear off about how unhappy you were that you had to face the devil himself. After years of no communication quite frankly you felt like you were going to explode.

Fuming was not even the word that could describe how you were feeling you were beyond fuming. But you should’ve known better than to think you could visit Liverpool without having to see him.

Let’s just see how it all plays out I guess.

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This is my first Trent imagine/ actual imagine that I’ve taken the time to write that Lonzo one doesn’t count. I know shocker so if it’s not the best please don’t mind me. 😭

Also my knowledge of football is so little so don’t come at me alright I just got into it late last year.

I’m new to all this I just started getting into tumblr like since 2021, but only started writing last year, but enough about me rambling.

Hope you enjoyed this and stay tuned for part 2! 🤎🫶🏽

[space-cowboy-101]

✨ATEEZ as Dragon Age aesthetics pt.2✨

Yeosang, Mingi and San’s have got to be my favorite out of all of them because they’re just so them in this story. Especially Yeosang’s, solely for the picture I used and how it relates to Orlesian culture.

Anyway, onto the backstories!

Even with the giant stone walls, Starkhaven couldn’t hold the great Choi San within its containment. He’s seen everything the Free Marches has to offer; Minanter river, Grand Tourneys, the mysterious gremlins skulking around the outskirts! Out of his father’s promising grasp with the help of a revered mother, he wandered around the Marches without abandon and enjoyed the new freedom to the fullest, and did it taste sweet. Until he met his match just after his departure from a quaint village, someone who’d become a mentor he didn’t think he’d ever have and teach him all the skills of a Kirkwall rat. Someone who’d eventually bring him to the Inquisition’s doorstep.

Song Mingi’s seen many things in his short life. He’s experienced the influx of refugees during the Fifth Blight, he’s watched the Champion of Kirkwall rise to infamy and even got to meet him, and he got to be a first hand witness to the boiling tensions and subsequent destruction between the Kirkwall Templar Order and the Circle of Magic. Nothing more than a stranger to him, the effects of the Champion’s manufacturer-consumer relationship with his father hit him hard once he left Kirkwall. The government viewed his father as a criminal—and he by association—and it was the tipping point of his decision to leave the dying city, what with the mages in the Gallows and the Templar’s strict control of them. So, with the two he met in the tavern in Lowtown, he followed them on their mission to find the next Inquisitor of an Inquisition soon to be brought to fruition.

Life’s never been very kind to Jung Wooyoung, or at least that’s what he’d say if you asked him. Growing up as a prodigy should’ve assured him a life of luxury and ease, for he’d have a place as a Tevinter Magister as soon as he completed his schooling, but no. Life had other plans for him. Hopping from Circle to Circle, the mage never knew home and got into more shit than a deepstalker, until he was confronted by the man who’d help him realize his potential. Before he too fell to his curse, his family destroyed and his mentorship failing when Wooyoung was asked to do the impossible. Tumultuous and bitter, his life spiraled before his father made the choice that any sane person would be scandalized by and forced him to run. And run he did, right into the arms of someone that understood his problems better than himself.

Everyone knew that the Anderfels is a cesspool of depression, even Choi Jongho despite calling the nation his home. Home of the Grey Wardens and their nemesis, the Darkspawn, Jongho heard lots of the stories about fierce warriors that rode into battle on griffins but never did he see that when the Wardens defended their village from the darkspawn that wandered too close. It wasn’t until he was old enough to hold a sword did he realize how shattered and desolate Anderfels was, when he’d fled his village and found himself at the Nevarran border and seen for the first time what a yellow sun at high noon looked like. Nevarra was part desert yet it was nothing like the jagged rocks and bloodied sand that the Anderfels had, and Jongho’s eyes were opened to the beauty of the world, alongside the man who saved him that day.

rip the other guys, i kinda got into their stories without realizing 💀 but at the same time, i’ve tried not to spoil too much because they come into play later on 🫣

poor jongho…going from hot ass desert to icy permanent winter mountains. 💪🏻 you got this guy, i believe in you.

Thanks for checking out my post if you’ve read this far 🥹 and i hope you enjoy my story if you decide to give it a read! the third chapter just got posted yesterday and the next one will be up in a few days. 🫶🏻

[hellfirenacht]

Reader ==> Duke It Out With Gareth

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Chapter Summery: After nearly getting kicked out of Hellfire Club, you ask Gareth what his problem with you is.

A/N: it's my birthday so please leave comments and prompts for this series :)

After the mess that was last week’s Hellfire Club, you decided that enough was enough. Gareth had gone too far with his stunt to get you in trouble. This stunt had almost caused a fight between you and Eddie, you had almost been kicked out of the damn club because of this! 

When Eddie said that Gareth was going to apologize, you decided that this needed to be settled. You could handle that he didn’t like you, that’s fine, nothing new. You were never going to be everyone’s cup of tea. You’d politely ignored most quips thrown your way, dismissed any grumblings under his breath in your direction. When you asked Jeff or Mike what his problem was, they always just shrugged. Gareth was always a smart ass, and had a grumpy streak but no one could pinpoint why exactly he seemed so irate at you all the time. 

It was Friday night now, and you had managed to make it to the high school, sneaking in the back with Dustin to avoid any teachers who would wonder who this non-student was. Normally you’d go straight down to the prop department and help set up by lighting candles or grabbing chairs, but not this time. Eddie could handle set up, he did before you showed up and he could tonight. It’s not like it was a secret that you were going to talk to Gareth tonight anyway. 

You suspected that the others had an idea of what was going on as well. Last weeks’ meeting had been a total disaster and Eddie had mercifully agreed to re-do the session. This was unheard of, as Eddie was known for being pretty damn strict with the club. You stood at the top of the stairs, waiting by the door as members started to show up. 

Zack gave you a small quick nod as he walked past you. He never did talk much, but when he said something he meant it. Mike and Dustin made small talk with you before disappearing into the room as well. They both seemed a bit nervous, but you didn’t know why. It’s not like this had anything to do with them. 

That’s when Jeff and Gareth rounded the corner and started down the hallways towards you. Jeff quickened his pace and smacked your shoulder as he went in without a word, leaving you and Gareth. 

“Gareth.” you said, locking eyes with him. “A few words?”

He didn’t want to talk to you, and everything about his body language said so. Despite this, he nodded and sighed. 

“Let’s not do this here. I already know that someone’s got their ear pressed up against the door.” he said. 

You turned to the closed door, the window taped up with black construction paper so that you couldn’t see the other side. Lifting your fist, you gave the door a swift pound. Even through the tension, you and Gareth couldn’t help but share a smile as there was a startled sound on the other side of the door followed by the sounds of feet trampling down the stairs with the grace and subtlety of a herd of elephants. 

“Told you.” Gareth said before turning around and walking down the darkened school hallway. You followed behind him, wondering how to start a conversation like this. You didn’t feel like coming in swinging would do any good, and above all you just wanted to keep the club intact. You didn’t want to leave Hellfire, it was the only thing that was keeping you from completely falling apart in this world. 

But if being here fucked something up, changed the timeline for the worst somehow, maybe you would respectfully bow out and find some other way to save Eddie. Maybe you’d start going to football games and become friends with the cheerleaders and maybe also save Chrissy-

Focus. That was a problem for another time. There were still months before that happened. 

The two of you reached the end of the hall, deciding that this was far away enough from prying ears. No one else was around anyway. 

“You set me up.” You started. “You set me up to look like an ass when you and Eddie had planned something for your character.”

“I did.” He didn’t even try and backpedal or deny what had gone on at last week’s session. “I didn’t think it’d mess so much up. I thought it’d just make you look bad.” 

You stared at him, he didn’t even seem remotely concerned with the fact that you had been humiliated in front of everyone, in front of Eddie. 

“Okay, let’s try this again.” you said, losing patience. “What’s your problem with me?” 

“My problem is you don’t even go here!” Gareth said. “Henderson and Wheeler brought you to one meeting and suddenly you’re part of Hellfire? You aren’t even a student here! And Henderson is now talking about these new rules that you told him about that don’t even follow the book we’re using! Also, you’re what, 21? Why are you even hanging out with a bunch of high schoolers anyway?”

You wanted to point out that Eddie was 20, and that your age was nebulous at best. The license you procured from Murray said you were 21, but you were starting to forget how old you actually were before you showed up in Hawkins. The existential dread of that was too much for you to think about. 

“So your problem with me is that I crashed your club?” you clarified. “You’re mad because I was invited to play a fantasy game?” 

“No, I’m pissed because Patty Simmons wasn’t allowed back!” Gareth shot back, red in the face. His smart ass demeanor suddenly froze and his face heated up, as if he’d been caught red handed with his hand in a cookie jar. 

“Who?” you stared at him, more confused than ever. You were now starting to suspect that this whole thing actually didn’t have anything to do with you. 

Gareth shuffled awkwardly, and you realized in that moment that this was just a kid. A Junior in high school, a teenage boy who had no idea how to function because he was a teenage boy. 

Gareth’s face shifted back into annoyance, staring at the ground as if the linoleum tiles had personally offended him. It was a look he’d given you several times in the past. 

“Dude, just spit it out.” you said.

“Patty Simmons was in Hellfire last year.” Gareth said after a bit. “We were close friends and then she graduated and she said that she wasn’t allowed to come to meetings anymore because she wasn’t a student anymore. But for some reason, you get to come be part of Hellfire Club and you were never even a student here!” 

You felt for the kid now, you really did. He wasn’t mad at you, not really, he was pissed that this girl disappeared on him, probably ghosted him. This was starting to make sense. 

“So your friend said she couldn’t come to Hellfire anymore, and you’re taking it out on me.” You thought about it. 

“Why did Henderson and Wheeler even bring you here?” he asked, avoiding the question. 

“They knew I needed friends and that I liked D&D.” 

“So why not take you to one of the game shops and find a different group?” 

Because they wanted to keep an eye on you. They wanted to see if anything weird would happen to you, since you fell out of the upside down through a portal that had opened and shut on its own. They needed to figure out if you had any powers or connections to the weird shit that had been happening since Will Byers’ disappearance a few years ago. 

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “I really don’t. For some reason two freshmen decided they wanted to be friends with me when I moved here. Making friends in a small town where everyone already knows each other is hard, and I wasn’t about to turn down anyone who wanted to talk to me.”

“So you’re so desperate for friends you’ll hang out with kids a good five years younger than you?”

“Eddie’s twenty and I don’t see y’all giving him shit!”

“Eddie goes here!”

“ENOUGH” 

The two of you jumped as a door slammed down the hall. Eddie was making his way down the hall towards you both now. You flinched at his expression, he was clearly annoyed at what was going on. You and Gareth turned to him, and waited for the leader of the club to sort this out. 

“Gareth the Great-” Eddie started, and you rolled your eyes. “Have you apologized yet?”

“He hasn’t.” You said. 

“What? Yes I have!” Gareth looked at you now.

“No, you acknowledged that you screwed me over, but you never said the words ‘I’m sorry’.” you replied. 

“Gareth apologize now. Everyone is waiting for the session to start and we can’t start until you two get your shit together.” There was frustration in his voice and his lips were pursed thin. God, he was far too expressive for his own good. It seemed like the only time he could have any sort of poker face was when he was DMing. 

Gareth wasn’t one to argue with Eddie, so he turned back to you with a frown. “I’m sorry.” he said. You weren’t sure that you actually believed him. 

You decided that it was time to be just a little petty over this and so you looked back at Eddie. 

“Who’s Patty Simmons?” you asked, and Eddie looked surprised while Gareth looked mortified. 

“Patty?” Eddie’s eyes darted over to Gareth immediately as if he suddenly understood everything. “That’s what this is about?”

“What? No!” Gareth said quickly. 

“Yeah, he said that he’s mad at me because I’m allowed to be at Hellfire but she isn’t.” You were not about to let this go, and this was the only way to actually get to the bottom of this. 

If looks could kill, you’d be obliterated on the spot by Gareth. Eddie rubbed his face with his hands, sighing deeply. 

“Patty was always allowed to come back if she wanted.” Eddie said. “I never said she couldn’t.”

“But she told me that she wasn’t allowed to!” Gareth looked at the Hellfire Club leader in disbelief. 

There was a look of pity in Eddie’s round brown eyes as he looked at his friend. “I don’t know what she told you but that’s not the case.” Eddie’s voice was low and serious now, and you took a small step back to watch this play out. “Most people don’t come back after graduation but I wouldn’t kick them out if they dropped in to play. Patty didn’t come back because she didn’t want to.”

He’s just a kid. You think to yourself. Sometimes you forget what an age difference can do to you. Being a teen in your own timeline was bad enough, you were just glad you didn’t have to relive puberty again here in Hawkins. 

Gareth was hurt, and it was written all over his face. He looked down again with his arms crossed before looking back up at Eddie. “Shit.” he said. “She really didn’t want to come back, huh?” 

Eddie shrugged. “Her and Chris Morrison didn’t exactly keep up with us when the left.”

Gareth turned back to you. “I’m sorry.” he said again, more genuinely this time. “I was a dick and shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

This time you nodded and offered your hand, which he took. 

“I still think you’re kind of weird and annoying though.” he added as you shook hands. 

“And I still think you’re a little shit, so I guess we’re even.” you agreed. 

Eddie clapped you both on the back of the shoulders. “Great, now we can stop talking and go roll dice.” His grip tightened and he shoved you both towards the direction of the prop department. Your shoulder held the echo of his touch as you made your way down the hall with the two guys. God, you were touch starved from being here. 

You and Gareth would probably never be friends, but you could at least get along for the sake of the club.

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