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BURGER VAN BURGER VAN—- Top text, Bottom text. ——— REVIVEBUR X READER - omg guys it’s here can you believe that I took four months to post something I had already written out

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Warnings: copious alcohol consumption, mentions of ableist remarks, allusions to underage drinking, jokes about alcoholism by people with drinking problems (addiction is a mental illness guys. Please be respectful about it.) The alcoholism stuff started off as humor based on my own experiences*. I had intended on expanding on it and making it into a larger plot line about recovery/etc but I do not know if I’ll ever continue this work.

*alcohol has played a role in my life but I am not technically an addict. If anything in this fic is offensive, please let me know and I’ll change it/ take it down.

Reader is called “guy” but is otherwise gender neutral.

There are a couple jokes about Beeduo flirting but it is intended humorously, not with any romantic intent.

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It was a blisteringly, stupidly hot day, made only more intolerable by the long expanses of hot sand and lack of vegetation. Although, you supposed it was your fault for deciding to get a job in the Las Nevadas Casino- quite literally smack dab in the middle of a desert. Fortunately, just in the edges of the desert territory, where the sands met fresh green grass, sat a quaint, almost minuscule burger van. It received very few customers, partly due to the uninhabited nature of the area and partly because of the owner’s less than appealing reputation.

You believed that the owner’s— his name was Wilbur-- reputation was mostly undeserved. Sure, he had done some extremely questionable things in his past, and continued to carry himself with a madman’s easy grace and confidence, sending people scurrying out of his way— it was fair to say that most of the people you knew were afraid of Wilbur, despite his lack of physical strength. You, however, could never find him intimidating. He was too much of a loser complete dork.

Wilbur certainly wasn’t imposing as you walked up to him, eyeing his tall form awkwardly making its way through the van that was clearly too small for him.

He looked so silly, leaning over the burgers as they cooked, that it was hard to imagine that this was the same man everyone spoke about with such fear. You had to laugh.

Wilbur stood up straight at the sound, bumping his head against the van’s ceiling and letting out a stream of curses that stopped abruptly when his eyes landed on you.

“Quite the colorful vocabulary you have.” You teased, approaching the vans window with a playful smile. “Perhaps we should wash your mouth out with soap.”

Wilbur stood still for a moment, hand still braced against the van ceiling, before he relaxed and sent you a lopsided smile. “Only if you do it, darling.”

“Oh shut up.” You laughed. “Why in the world would you make the van so small, anyway? It’s not like it benefits your coworker- the kid’s even taller than you are.”

“Never question the logic of a genius.” Wilbur sighed like a cat stretching out in the sun, leaning out of the van with his elbows against the windowsill. “What are you doing all the way out here, anyway? You should be working. Don’t tell me-“ he grinned impossibly wider, leaning even closer, “that you missed me that much?”

You snorted. “Absolutely not. You must be concussed. How hard did you hit your head?”

Wilbur’s bottom lip pulled downwards in an exaggerated pout. “Quite hard, actually. I think I might need to see a doctor.” He sighed, dramatically.

“Awww, poor baby.” You cooed with false sympathy, reaching up above to run your fingers through Wilbur’s brown curls. “Where’d you hit yourself? Here?”

Wilbur was struck dumb, mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out—clearly, he wasn’t used to being flirted with. He regained his composure quickly, leaning into your touch with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Mhmm.” He sighed, keeping up the act. “I’m afraid it’s terminal. They’ll have to pull the plug on me.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m already hallucinating.” Wilbur announced, ever so dramatically. “Oh, [Name], sweetheart, will you cry at my funeral?”

“Of course.” You snickered, trying hard to keep a straight face. “Hallucinating? Really?”

“Hm.” A smirk pulled at Wilbur’s lips. “I’m already seeing angels.”

You rolled your eyes. “Must every sentence you utter twist itself into a pickup line?”

“Only for you.” The corners of Wilbur’s mouth pulled upwards to form an uncharacteristically genuine grin. The smile disappeared as fast as it came, making you wonder if you had only imagined it.

“Why don’t you come inside?” Wilbur offered, leaning back into the van (and nearly hitting his head, once again, against the top of the window frame).

You hesitated.

“I have air conditioning in here.” He added.

“Open the door.” You said immediately, making your way to the back of the van and jiggling the doorknob. You heard Wilbur laugh and cross the threshold quite quickly, almost frantically unlocking the doors in order to grab your hand and hoist you in. You sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool air washing over you, whisking away the sheen of sweat that the heat had formed on your skin.

Wilbur patted the counter next to him and you complied, sitting on the cool marble surface and letting your feet dangle as she observed the world outside the van window. It was a beautiful day outside, all things considered.

Wilbur gestured to the burgers that were still cooking (actually, at this point, you were fairly certain that they were burnt). “Do you mind if I continue churning out my mediocre meat meals?” He asked.

You snorted. “Go ahead.” After a few beats of silence, you spoke again. “You know, your burgers aren’t that bad.”

Wilbur hummed, but maintained focus on the dark slab of burnt meat he was trying to chisel off the grill with a spatula. “Is that so? They sure don’t seem to be bringing in many customers, do they?” He leaned in with a teasing grin. “Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, darling.”

“It isn’t flattery.” You said. “It’s not your burgers that—“

You cut yourself off abruptly, cursing your mistake.

Wilbur clearly understood what you had been about to say, and raised an eyebrow. The quality of his business wasn’t what customers were avoiding- people avoided him.

“I suppose your right.” He said shrugging. His easygoing and flippant attitude had returned, but there was a more sullen, guarded undertone to his words. You wracked your brain for something to say, but nothing surfaced.

A clinking of glass broke you out of your thoughts. “Want a drink?” Wilbur offered, eager to change the subject.

You nodded absentmindedly. The sun was setting in the horizon, marking the approach of closing hours for most businesses in the area, including the van. Wilbur rummaged through a wooden cabinet before pulling out two expensive-looking bottles and handing one to you. “Help yourself.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Vodka? Where did you get this?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a little place I know. Tiny little store far from here.”

“Hm. And this tiny little far-away store sells vodka with the Las Nevadas logo on the cap?”

You heard him curse softly.

“Damn.” Wilbur chuckled. “I forgot to remove those.”

You held out your glass as Wilbur filled it, before leaning back against the wall of the van. Wilbur leaned against the counter next to you.

You swirled your cup around, eyeing the moving liquid before tilting your head back and taking a rather large sip.

“So, what have you been up to?” You asked him. “When you’re not stealing expensive liquor from the casino?”

Wilbur shrugged. “Well.. not much honestly. I’ve just been working here at the van. There’s not much I can do on most days— since my fry guy either forgets to come to work or is out flirting with the rival fry guy across the street. Then, I… ‘visit’ the casino.”

You hummed, draining your glass and gesturing for Wilbur to refill it. Wilbur complied.

“Aren’t you permanently banned from the casino? My boss would kill you if he caught you on the premises.” You continued, only half joking.

Wilbur laughed. “Oh, he could certainly try. But if a few bans can’t stop me, neither can he.”

“Can’t he?”

“Of course not.” Wilbur snickered. “He’s like half my height.”

“He could still snap you like a twig. Hell, I could snap you like a twig.”

Wilbur smiled. “Oh, I know. It’s hot.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s hot? The fact that I can beat you in a fight or that my boss can beat you in a fight?”

Wilbur choked on his drink. “Wh- YOU. Not- I’m not-“

You burst out laughing. “Damn, okay. I didn’t know that’s the kind of relationship you had with him.”

Wilbur spluttered. “N-no—!”

“I guess there’s more to your rivalry than meets the eye.” You sighed, grabbing the vodka bottle to refill your glass yourself since Wilbur was too busy coughing to oblige. “How romantic.”

“NO. I-I meant YOU—- I don’t have the hots for Quackity, for Gods sake. “ Wilbur looked somewhere between abashed and scandalized. “I hate the man!”

You drained your third glass. “Mm-hmm.”

Wilbur huffed. “Well, going back to the topic of whether or not Alex— sorry, ‘your boss’—could beat me up-“

“He could.” You interjected.

Wilbur sighed. “Don’t interrupt me. Anyway, YES he could beat me in a physical confrontation— stop smirking!—but you’re forgetting something important. Our rivalry is based on genius. On cold, calculated planning, ALWAYS staying one step ahead…”

“…and burgers.” You said.

“And burgers.” He agreed, finishing another glass. “Whew, I should quit drinking for today.”

“You should.” You found yourself saying, the vodka having greatly loosened your tongue. “We wouldn’t want one of today’s beautiful minds to go to waste for a pint or two of heavy liquor.”

Wilbur stiffened, turning toward you slightly to look at you with wide eyes. His cheeks looked darker than usual, although that might have been the alcohol he had consumed.

You blinked. “…What?”

Wilbur paused before speaking, raising an eyebrow. “‘Beautiful mind’?” He repeated, trying to portray smugness but the waver in his voice betrayed some other emotion. “Me?”

You nodded, watching a crimson blush that certainly had nothing to do with the alcohol settle on Wilbur’s cheekbones. You continued speaking. “Yeah. I’ve never met someone who views the world like you do, or has the same talent with words as you. You’re like a poet, honestly. .. you’re pretty incredible.”

Wilbur stared at you, caught completely off guard for the first time in his life. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to form coherent words, but failed. Oh, the irony.

It was the last thing he had expected to hear, you realized as you studied his flushed face. After his return, people had been whispering about Wilbur, using several adjectives to describe him-- none of them pleasant. “Insane” and “a ticking time bomb” had been some of the nicer ones. To hear someone compliment the very same thing that everyone had chosen to pick apart and belittle must have moved him greatly.

You wondered how people could be so foolish. Wilbur had done some reprehensible things, and continued to be morally gray at best, but he was still human.

“Broken mind,” they had all said as he walked past, thinking he wouldn’t hear.

“Beautiful mind,” You had told him.

Wilbur looked like he wanted to cry, glancing away from you with a poorly suppressed, wobbly grin.

You wanted to hug him. Perhaps he’d appreciate that, after having been isolated and despised for years.

“I mean that, you know?” You hastily added as Wilbur tried to scoff and brush it off.

His head tilted. “…Of course.”

You actually moved to hug him, startling the both of you. Standing a few inches in front of him, you hesitantly opened your arms, praying to the gods that you hadn’t made anything worse.

He shuddered slightly, nodding, and sank against you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

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The next day, you forced your way through the casino, with sluggish movements and a pounding headache. You must have drunk more than you thought yesterday. Regardless, you took off towards Wilbur’s burger van as soon as you had the chance. This time, there were two tall figures moving about in the van. Wilbur’s fry guy, a shy kid named Ranboo , had finally returned.

Ranboo dipped his head in greeting as you approached. Wilbur remained facing towards the grill, seemingly determined not to burn more meat and unaware of your presence.

“Hello Mx., what would you like to order?” Ranboo asked.

“Hmmm… I’m a bit indecisive today. What do you suggest?” You responded.

At the sound of your voice, Wilbur whipped around, swiveling the upper half of his body toward you and Ranboo.

You met his eyes and smiled, eyes soft.

“Well, our five-spice burger is pretty popular right now. If you, uh, aren’t a fan of spicy foods, then the chicken patty is also a popular option.” Ranboo was saying. You turned your attention back towards him.

“Spicy burger sounds great, thank you.”

“And to drink?”

“Just a water, please.” You didn’t think you could handle alcohol after yesterday. Wow, you were a lightweight.

“Water?” Wilbur asked as Ranboo turned to prepare the ingredients for your burger. “That’s kinda lame.”

“Shush, you.” You retorted. “How are you holding up, anyway?”

Wilbur hesitated, and Nadia saw Ranboo glance at them curiously. He probably didn’t want to discuss his moment of weakness in front of his employee.

“The hangover, I mean.” You added. “With all the alcohol you consumed yesterday, I’m surprised you came to work.”

He relaxed a bit. “Yeah, I’m alright. Doing better than last night at least, but the headache’s a killer.” He frowned in mock offense. “And don’t you twist the story around! You drank almost as much as I did.”

You frowned. “I did not!”

“You did too. Alcoholic.”

“I am not an alcoholic. I’m not the one with three bottles of stolen vodka in a drawer.” You pointed out. Ranboo handed over your burger and water. “(Thank you, Ranboo.)”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Wilbur snorted. “You seem more of a wine person to me. You probably have a stash of Pinot noir under your bed or something.”

“Under my bed? Why the hell would anyone store alcohol under their bed?”

Wilbur shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s a wine aunt thing.”

“I give you wine aunt vibes?” You asked. “I don’t even have any nephews or nieces. Or have ever been responsible for any kids.”

“Thank god for that.”

You grinned and halfheartedly slapped his shoulder, ignoring his last statement “Silence, fool.”

Ranboo coughed. “Uhh… if you guys are done flirting… it’s my break now. Can I go across the street?”

Wilbur waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead.” When Ranboo was out of earshot, he turned to Nadia and sighed. “Hypocrite. As if he isn’t heading to do the exact same thing.”

“Kids.” You shrugged, ignoring the part about the two of you flirting.

“He’s seventeen.”

“Still a child. Until he turns eighteen, he’s still a child.”

“Fair enough.” Wilbur stared off towards where Ranboo had run off to before turning back to you hesitantly. “So… since he probably won’t return for the rest of the day, how about you and I go somewhere? Together? You can finish your burger along the way.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Go where?”

“I-I don’t know.” Wilbur’s confidence seemed to falter, his metaphorical mask slipping and revealing the nervousness beneath. “Just… walk? In general? I-I know some nice places— or, well, I know that there are nice places around here-“

“Sounds nice.” You interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. “Should we go now, then?”

Wilbur froze. “Yeah. Now. Now sounds good.”

That’s it I’m done I can’t with this pacing

#sweaty “writes”#c!wilbur x reader #revived wilbur #revivedbur x reader #Sweaty Learn how normal people talk and write passable dialogue challenge: impossible #I communicate through clicks and body language like a cow I do not speak complex sentences #Hopefully the c!wilbur fandom is still alive #I’m on fucking deaths door here

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accidentalslayer · 1 year

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Word Count: 1,497 (ish)

Warnings: Implied death, violence.

Author's Notes: Health issues continued being a problem and caused this chapter to be late as hell but I finally have it done! While this part of DL feels a little boring, I hope you like it. The next chapter will give us our first peak at Reader so that'll be exciting! Also, health is doing much much better. Let's hope I write chapter five a bit faster than I did this one LOL!

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Pairing: Yandere!Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (eventually)

Summary: You should never go to second location with William Webb.

Recommended Song: "People I Don't Like" by: UPSAHL

Chapter Four: The Prodigal Son (Part Two)

[October 2nd, 1991

Mystic Falls, Virginia]

"Isn't it just perfect?"

Carol wiggled her ring finger in front of Grace so that the diamonds on her wedding band glittered and shone underneath the dim lamplight. "I told Richard not to break the bank, but the silly man just couldn't help himself!"

"Well, I wasn't about to let my wife run around in a cheap knock-off," Rich chuckled, "What kind of husband would I be then?? My woman deserves only the best. Right, hunny?"

"Oh, Rich..."

Grace and William watched in barely suppressed disgust as the Lockwoods shared a kiss between each other. One that lasted a bit too long for it to be comfortable. At a certain point, Grace cleared her throat, hoping it would interrupt them.

"Ah, where are our manners?" Richard Lockwood asked with a coy smile, finally pulling away from his wife, "We were talking, weren't we?"

He didn't wait for either Grace or William to reply before continuing what was starting to seem like a one-way conversation.

"So, Will. What brings Mystic Falls' prodigal son back into town?? Ready to settle down and start a family with somebody special?"

Mr. Lockwood's gaze trailed (not so subtly) over onto Grace, who glowered back at him, and Will. There was cold fire burning deep within her eyes as she did. Something that was historically never a good sign when it came to Grace. William knew from experience. A shiver ran down his spine. He would need to choose his next words with care...

"Ah, no. I'm happy with being a bachelor," he said solemnly, "In all honesty, I'm too busy these days with work to pursue anything really serious."

Carol scoffed, "Oh, that's what they all say!"

"Is it, Carol?" Grace shot back, her tone brisk and lined with edges, "Is that what they all say?"

"It's how I got my Richard."

"Pretty sure you got "your" Richard another way."

"Ladies, ladies!"

"Uh..."

The tension mounting around the booth could be cut with a knife. William sensed that he'd have to alter the course of their conversation before both women murdered each other, so he began telling everyone about his new job. And the reason why he'd come back to Mystic Falls. It was 50% half truths, 50% outright lies, but either side hooked his audience and temporarily cooled down their anger. Unfortunately, it also inspired Richard to start talking about his (running) candidacy for mayor. A topic that William cared nothing about and knew was going to steal more valuable time away from him. Time he didn't have. He needed another distraction...

"DRINKS!!" William exclaimed, suddenly bolting upright in the booth and slamming his fist down on the table, "We need more drinks! To celebrate the, uh. The-"

"Candidacy!" Grace finished his sentence, giving Will a look that told him she was thinking on the same wavelength, "To celebrate Richard's future as the mayor of Mystic Falls!! In fact, I'm gonna help this dork here order. He doesn't know an IPA from a porter. Isn't that right, Will?"

William glared at her but was forced to agree for the sake of this charade.

"What a wonderful idea!" Carol brightened at the offer, "I'll have a glass of chardonnay. Tell them to use the Grand Cru."

"Just grab me a brandy. Plain. No ice."

Egos sated, the Lockwoods scooted over, giving William and Grace enough room to get out of the booth. Grace mouthed the word 'hurry' to Will as she grabbed her purse and literally speed walked towards the bar. William followed suit, but before he was able to extricate himself completely, Rich asked him an off-handed question...

"Was it really an animal in the woods that night?"

"..."

The only answer William gave Mr. Lockwood was an icy grimace.

"Steve! Code Crimson. I need you to make direct eye contact with me, nod your head a few times, and act like I've just ordered a few drinks," Grace announced to the man behind the counter when she arrived at the bar, "Dick is being a creep."

Steven, the most seasoned mixologist at the Grill, raised a single brow in response while he continued to work. It looked like he was making a Mystic Moon; one of the most popular cocktails on sale this month and a fairly easy drink to put together. Despite this, Steve was taking his time blending in the blueberry juice, grenadine syrup, and gin.

"Stevie, c'mon. Pretty please? For me??"

The bartender sighed, "Grace, I can 86 any other guy who hits on you here, but Mr. Lockwood is a loyal patron-"

"Oh my god, you're seriously taking bribes from Little Dick now?!" Grace hissed, "Traitor."

"I don't see you paying my rent."

"Watch it, now. I'll stop bringing you a plate every Sunday. I know how much you love my lasagna!"

"You drive a hard bargain, Grace, but I was a line cook once upon a time, remember?? You'll have'ta do better than that."

"I'll start playing Fantasy League Football with you."

"Now we're talking!"

"Ugh, I regret this already."

Steve chuckled, then went straight to pretending that she'd ordered something and left Grace with the sneaking suspicion that he'd gotten the best portion of their deal. William joined her at the bar a second afterward, similarly frustrated. The two friends sighed at the same time. Their night was not going the way they'd expected it would...

William ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair. "So, what now?" he asked Grace, "I still owe you an explanation. A real one."

"Knew that whole 'I'm here for work' story was a crock of shit," She replied while glancing back at both Lockwoods to make sure their eyes weren't upon them. Thankfully, however, Rich and Carol seemed to be distracted by another person now.

"It wasn't all untrue. It just...wasn't all true either."

Grace scowled, "Well, it's great to know I can still tell when you're lying. Let's get out of here."

Luck wasn't on their side tonight. For as soon as they exited the Grill, it began to rain. William tore off his jacket and held it over Grace's head like an umbrella while they ran through the downpour to the safety of his truck. But by the time they'd got inside the vehicle, they were both soaking wet. It was a good thing he'd fixed the heater before the trip here. William turned it on, dialing up the heat to high. Blessed warmth filled the air and fogged the windows like blurry curtains. Providing a sort of privacy that he needed to finally tell Grace the truth.

William took a deep, shaky breath in, then out.

"Grace," he started, "I know you don't remember it, but...you made me promise something on the night of the accident. We swore an oath that if I ever got in over my head with anything, I'd come to you for help. And you swore on your mother's lineage that no matter what, you'd help me. You gotta know, I never wanted this day to come. Not ever. Honest to god! But we made an oath."

A laugh came from Grace. She looked at William with snickering disbelief, "What?? Do you need a loan? You know, you can drop the whole act. It's just you and me now. You reeeeally don't have to make up a story to tell me what the fuck is going on. This isn't high school anymore."

"Yeah, I know. Things would be much simpler to explain if they were..."

William reached into the backseat for a package wrapped in deerskin. He placed it on his lap and gingerly peeled back the animal hide to reveal a pair of bracelets hidden inside. Made from pale, wooden beads that were inscribed with strange symbols, they gave off a supernatural vibe. He brushed his fingers over the twin items. That icy grimace revisited Will's face.

"I fucked up, Grace. I'm sorry," he said, turning to stare at the girl he'd once loved, remorse stuck in his eyes, "You seem really at peace with yourself, too. More at peace than I could ever dream of for you, but-"

"You're not making any sense. Just tell me-"

"-but, you're the only witch in the world who can get these shackles to work! The fate of mankind depends on it. I...depend on it."

Grace shook her head, confused as hell, "What're you even talking about? Witches? Have you been getting high again??"

"Ha. I wish," William replied sadly, then grabbed his ex-girlfriend by the throat, "Please, forgive me for what I'm about to do."

Nobody heard Grace Baker screaming that October morning in the parking lot. Nobody had seen her leave the Grill, either. When the Mystic Falls police investigated her disappearance, they'd find nothing conclusive. Not even video footage. Nothing besides two blurry testimonies from Rich and Carol Lockwood that they'd seen her with someone earlier that evening. Although, they couldn't remember (for the life of them) who it was...

Only the rain was a witness to Grace's fate. And it couldn't tell anyone.

#the originals #the originals fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #richard lockwood #carol lockwood #tw: implied death #tw: violence #the vampire diaries #the originals x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #yandere!mikaelson x reader #yandere!mikaelsons #friends to enemies to lovers #and back to enemies #dawn misplaced #accidental writes #klaus x reader #elijah x reader

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shares-a-vest · 2 years

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Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Day 7: Coffee Shop AU but make it festive

Prompt List

It’s Christmas 1999 and Steve and Robin work in an internet cafe. They are just two dorks, slinging coffee beans and helping hapless old ladies with their computer problems, all the while fawning over a rockstar and a star reporter, respectively.

I had intended on making this waaay longer but I’ve got total writer's block/brain-mush happening right now (I'm surprised I managed to get something together to post, actually). So if this a totally meh, I'm sorry, please ignore me.

'A Very Y2K Christmas'

"Hey! Earth to dingus!"

Steve snaps out of his lovesick trace at the sight of his co-worker Robin clicking her fingers directly in his face.

"Any more ogling that leather-clad weirdo and you'll curdle that milk," she adds, reaching up to tug his dorky felt Christmas hat further down, thoroughly flattening his fringe under the damn thing. Now his hat hair was going to be impossible to straighten out.

"And what about star journalist, Miss Brainiac? I can tell you are lingering, waiting for her to come in with her pretentious laptop. When she came in yesterday, did you spill milk all over yourself again?" he retorts, setting aside the milk he'd, admittedly, heated far too much.

"I’ll have you know, I talked to her yesterday."

He snorts a laugh. Of course this happened when he wasn't there.

"I asked her why she was in town," Robin explains, straightening up his festive apron like a fussing mother. "She said, staying with her parents and she might stay until New Year to write a quick story."

He wacks her hand away and asks, "About how dumb internet cafes are, with their cheap coffee and clumsy baristas?"

Before Robin can come up with a witty retort, a middle-aged lady comes rushing over, fretting about her computer having a different start-up screen than it did a few days ago.

He makes quick work of the order he’d ruined which, of course, was for the customer in question, who was wearing a leather jacket despite it almost snowing outside. He'd been coming in for about a week and a half now, almost every day, ordering the same thing: a double espresso with three sugars in a takeaway cup. Obviously jet fuel for the amount of writing he seemed to do when he was in the cafe.

Steve tries to ignore Robin’s completely conspicuous ogling as she helps customers with their computers (more tech support than a barista, like Robin ever actually stood still long enough to make a coffee anyway) as he makes his way over to Eddie. He sets the coffee down and awkwardly lingers, fishing in his apron pocket.

"Um, I…" he stutters, producing a garish green flyer featuring the cafe's Christmas specials, supposed 'exotic flavours' that were just the normal crap they sell but in festive packaging. "I’m obligated to give these out."

He sets the leaflet down and waves it away, trying to stay casual.

Eddie looks it over as he asks, "Actually, I was meaning to ask you, man, what cocoa do you recommend? I want to get my uncle some."

"None," Steve answers, folding his arms and causing Eddie's eyes to momentarily flit to his biceps. "The coffee we sell here is awful. Go to the department store down the block."

"You're cheating yourself out of a sale here, Steve," he laughs. He seems to register Steve's questioning eye so he adds with a flash of teeth, "You’re wearing a nametag, dude."

"Oh," Steve says, brushing his hand over his red name tag and chuckling. "Silly me."

He shakes his head, cursing himself internally as he whips around, making a beeline back to the coffee machine, utterly mortified.

He continues between the register and the coffee machine as a quiet afternoon turns into a dead night. He busies himself with cleaning, periodically looking over at Eddie who is writing between humming and tapping his ring-clad finger on the table. Robin appears, slapping a sheet of paper on the spotless countertop.

"Intel," she says, mischievous and proud. "He’s famous y’know."

She tilts her head in Eddie’s direction.

"And where did you get this?" Steve asks, looking over the paper in spite of himself. She flicks him on the side of the head.

"Computer Fusspot Francine just said her kid listens to his music so I went and looked him up on the pervert computer," she offers proudly. "For the designated pervert computer, the internet is slow as hell in that back corner."

Steve rolls his eyes. There was, in fact, a computer in the cafe commonly referred to by employees as The Pervert Computer, the only machine in the store whose screen was not at all visible from any angle other than the chair plonked at its desk.

"Heavy Metal?" he groans, looking over the paper.

"Hm, yes. A bit of a problem for someone who's been listening to Cher's Believe non-stop all year."

She suggestively side-eyes a very cute picture of Eddie included in the printout where he is smiling brightly despite his leather clothes and wild hair.

Robin suddenly gasps, grabbing Steve's arm.

"Loverboy is leaving!"

Steve rushes over to clear the table next to Eddie before he leaves. He clamours around, almost dropping an empty coffee cup, too busy watching Rockstar Eddie out of the corner of his eye.

"See you tomorrow," Eddie says, ducking into Steve's personal space with a wide grin. He winks.

Steve merely waves, wiggling his finger with a lopsided smile as he walks out the door.

"Explain to me again why you don’t totally suck?" Robin says, materialising right in front of him. Her smugness only lasts a few minutes before Nancy comes in with her laptop bag slung over her shoulder and Robin almost walks directly into the festive spiced tea display.

The following day, Eddie doesn't come in at his usual time which has Steve moping around the cafe, feeling like a promise has been broken despite it being so casual. Nor does Nancy, which makes for a pretty miserable shift, made worse by the fact there is not a damn thing to do as their customers dwindle further the closer they get to Christmas.

Steve is about to close up, setting his bag and red sweater on the counter ready to leave (if only Robin would hurry up with stealing the chocolates from the storage boxes out back). The front bell rings as Nancy pushes the door open with her elbow, arms filled with shopping bags and bringing a freezing winter chill in with her. Eddie suddenly rushes up beside her, nose reddened from the cold. At least he was wearing a hat and winter coat now.

He grabs a bag from Nancy and reaches over her slight frame to hold the door open.

"No, no, no. I’m sorry," Nancy insists, shaking her head and ridding it of enough snow to build a snowman. She attempts to take her bags back but Eddie holds them out of her reach with a grin.

"After you," he says, nodding his head and bowing as Nancy walks in the door.

"I'm so sorry," she repeats. "Last minute shopping."

"Been too busy sitting over in the corner making goo-goo eyes at Robin, have we?"

Her eyes dart around, eyelashes fluttering as she stutters out, "I've been doing work! … Also that."

"You're cool, star reporter Nancy Wheeler," he insists with a wink, the pair setting her bags on the counter in unison. "I'm here to take Steve on a date. But I’m not sure he knows it’s a date. I’m kinda late."

He looks over with a tight-lipped smile to a slack-jawed Steve.

"Huh?" Steve grunts, unable to form words.

Eddie’s snorting laugh is cut off by Robin, who halts with a yelp in the doorway to the back room.

"Hi," Nancy says with an awkward wave. She straightens up before declaring, "Um, do you want to go to a movie? I'm sorry I'm so late. I got carried away buying presents for my little sister."

Robin's eyes go so wide they look like they are going to pop out of her skull.

"That's, that's cool," she splutters. "We were just closing."

Steve realises he is still wearing his stupid Christmas hat and yanks it off his head, only to find Eddie smiling at him with his stupid dimples. Eddie tosses Steve’s sweater at him.

"Come on, Big Boy. Put your dorky sweater on and let’s go get a drink. Promise I won’t talk about how we've only got one week left on earth."

"Y2K," Nancy laughs, rolling her eyes. "Nothing is going to happen."

"You don’t believe the machines are coming to harvest our organs?" Robin shrieks and Steve just groans at the amount of time he has wasted over the past few months listening to Robin ranting about the millennium.

"If you believe that computers are going to glitch at the turn of the new millennium and destroy human existence, why do you work at an internet cafe?" Nancy laughs.

Eddie clicks his finger and points at Robin. "Wheeler’s got you there."

Robin merely shrugs, "The end is inevitable, mass-produced coffee products and Christmas aprons, or not."

"Woah," Eddie says, somehow completely amazed by Robin’s nonsense and Steve can’t help but giggle.

#robin and steve are total dorks pass it on #i'm hoping my brain mush will be gone after my appointment tomorrow - just love that it has consumed my whole brain this week #StrangerThingsFestiveFun #steve harrington #eddie munson #the fruity four #CoffeeShopAU #stranger things ficlet #steddie ficlet #lily writes a fic

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Continued from here | @fcrgottn

As Winter stepped through the new door, it brought them to another memory. Instead of being on the ground like one would expect, Winter was floating with a side view of the temple.

Gem Steven and Amethyst was horsing around by the edge of temple's cliff. Human Steven's voice could be heard loud as if he were right next to them despite the fact that Winter was several feet away floating at the mountain's height.

"Guys, be careful!" Human Steven replied. "What's got you worked up, little man?" Amethyst asked, "Awww, do you care about me or something??" She said squishing her face and doing a silly voice.

"Yea, I do care about you both." "Aww Steven, I didn't mean to make you--- woaahhhhhh." She replied stretching backwards to dramatically emphasize her movements about fake falling.

Human Steven yelped, "Amethyst! Please stop, you're gonna fall!" He got closer to her. Gem Steven turned to see that Amethyst was just joking around and couldn't help but chuckled at Amethyst being a dork even though Pearl's told him plenty of times not to encourage her when she gets like this, watching her do flips getting marginally closer to the edge.

Human Steven was worried little tears foaming at the corner of his eyes, "Amethyst, please stop, you're gonna get hurt." Gem Steven seeing how it was upsetting his brother and went over to agree, "Yea, Amethyst, I think we've pushed our luck enough for today." "Geez, Stevens, you guys don't need to stress out so much. I'm a gem warrior.... I'm not gonna fall--" Amethyst on the very edge of the cliff had fallen off. The Stevens yell, "Amethyst!!" Gem Steven jumps after her, Human Steven yells, "Steven!!" Then makes his way down the temple's mountain the safer way by carefully speed walking down the grassy path, while Gem Steven falls faster so he can catch up, and knocks Amethyst out of the way, Amethyst rolls and kicks up the sand and dirt as she lands, while Gem Steven wipes his brow relieved but tries to stop himself from falling so fast but slams into the rock at the bottom of the cliff. There is a bright flash of pink light and Gem Steven groans in pain as he slides down the side of the rock.

Human Steven huffs and puffs rushing to Amethyst, "Amethyst... Amethyst... are you ok??" Amethyst gets up and checks the gem in the palm of her hand, "Yea yea, I'm fine... see no big deal." She brushed herself like she wasn't just tackled by a small child midair.

Human Steven went over to Gem Steven, "Bro? Are you ok?" He asked with a frown. Gem Steven used the rock as support. "I'm alright... just " He coughed a bit, "Think I swallowed a bug on the way down."

Pearl and Garnet came around the corner, "See, I told you they'd be here... Amethyst, do I have to remind you again you shouldn't be messing around up on the mountain like that?" "P-girl, don't worry about it, it's all good... No harm done as uuush." Amethyst folded her arms behind her back. "Steven, are you ok??" Pearl asked holding Human Steven close making sure there's no cuts or bruises. "Yea, just out of breath from running down the mountain..." "Steven, are you ok?" She turned to Gem Steven "Yea, I'm good." He replied, a split second before his body glitched out, jolting pain through out his body and his pink poofy locks were replaced with the giant mane of pink coiled curls.

The four of them let out a gasp. "What... what did a gem monster like land on my head and is too adorable to punch or something?" Gem Steven asked. "Steven, let me see your gem." Gem Steven seemed confused and lifted his shirt. Pearl's eyes widened, "Amethyst! Of all the irresponsible things, I can not believe you would be so reckless around the boys!" "Hey, I didn't ask Steven to jump down after me and push me out of the way!" "Amethyst, do you not see that Steven is cracked!" "... I mean I knew something was wrong with me but you don't need to call me out on it." Gem Steven replied. "hey... what does that mean? Is Steven gonna die???" Human Steven was whimpering. "No, he's not going to die, but it is going to get worse if we don't do something about it now." Garnet replied. "But Steven's cracked I highly doubt his healing powers are going to be working properly right now." "Maybe I could try?" Human Steven suggested. "That's a sweet thought Steven, but you're a human, you haven't exactly demonstrated any other powers other than your shield... and you can barely hold that for more than a few seconds... and that's even if you don't get winded... not to mention you are still trying to catch your breath, please don't push yourself so hard, you're so fragile."

"So do I just have to live with this crack now?" Gem Steven asked. "No... we're going to have to head to Rose's fountain." "Ah yes, Rose's fountain." "Mom had a fountain?" The two Steven's tilted their head confused.

"Oh yes, she did, it was like a lush garden filled with the most beautiful rose bushes, with a gorgeous fountain that had multiple statues in your mother's visage that we used during the war since your mother couldn't just continually cry on everyone that was injured... it has been years since we've been there.... I wonder how it's faired since then."

The memory shifted like it was windows in movie maker transitioning to the next screen. The fountain was overgrown covered in thorned vines, Pearl let out so noises of disappointment at how this safe refugee for the gems had faired the march of time without Rose around to tend to the garden. "Oh dear, how are we going to deal with all this overgrown flora?"

Gem Steven huffed trying to hold his hair out of his eyes, "Ugh, my arm's getting tired... how did mom deal with having all this heavy hair all the time??" He asked, before he saw one of the vines starting to menacingly get closer to Human Steven, "Steven, watch out!" He replied, jumping in between him and the vine, but then Amethyst turning to the noise pulled both Stevens away from the plants. The fast movement caused Gem Steven's crack to get deeper, he yelped in pain. Pearl and Garnet looked over hearing his yelp in pain as his body glitched into Rose but his hair now his usual pink poofy hair. He took a sharp breath before letting out a soft,

"at least that hairs better." He huffed out in his mother's voice and clamped his mouth shut. "Amethyst! You're making his crack worse." Pearl told her off. "Well, excuse me for keeping the Stevens' safe from the plants that were trying to hurt Steven." Amethyst crossed her arms. Pearl was going to reply before Garnet then punched the rock through the layers of overgrowth. "Ah, Garnet!" Pearl exclaimed in surprise, holding the sides of her hair. "There, now we can go find what's causing the problem. Amethyst stay with the Stevens, Pearl come with me." "Yes, of course. This is completely fine. Let us go solve the problem." Pearl looked like she was about to be sick from the damage to Rose's plants.

Human Steven and Amethyst were sitting with the cracked Gem Steven who was sitting on the side of the fountain, "I wonder if I could try shapeshifting back to normal?" "Steven, don't... if you try to use your powers your gonna make it worse and Pearl's never gonna let me hear the end of it if you end up being some sort of weird glitchy dog." "Alright... any other ideas?" "Well, I can try and heal you." "I mean you're gonna have to do that if Pearl and Garnet can't get the fountain fixed."

"Alright... so mom had healing tears... so I guess you'd have to cry on me... but I don't wanna see you cry... seeing you any kind of upset makes me feel bad." Gem Steven replied. "Yea, but I wanna help you and if I have to make myself cry I will." ".. but don't push yourself ok? I don't wanna have to explain why you pooped yourself." Amethyst chuckled. "I'm not gonna poop myself, Amethyst." He replied crossing his arms with a blush on his face, embarrassed and insulted at the very idea of it.

#cheeseburger backpack ~ [ human steven rps ]#whats my mission ~ [ gem steven rps ]#super tough in a small package ~ [ alt amethyst rps ]#terrifying renegade ~ [ alt pearl rps ]#here comes a thought ~ [ alt garnet rps ]#fcrgottn

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Here I am to help your blog! Hehehe...hi, my name's Iris. I'm an adult, but I'm chirpy and weird. Despite being an adult, I act much like a child at times, finding ways to make work fun, making weird noises and other stuff to make myself or others laugh.

I have a hard time getting social cues: I usually miss it a lot but do my best to watch for those cues.

I don't like it when people yell at me (makes me close to crying) I also don't like it when we have a scheduled time of leaving or something and suddenly it changes.

I like to sleep and dream; listen to music, play games, draw, and many more.

Buuuut, I can easily get overwhelmed witj many people, and despite my chirpiness, I have a bit of a low social battery so I just shut down.

I suffer from depression and generalized anxiety disorder- I am also super picky about food textures and clothing textures. If something isn't right, I won't eat or wear it. But I do my best to if it's a gift or something-

I'm kind, sweet, a dork, and can get super excited easily, but can get shy like- hiding behind someone or just resting my head on one of my family's shoulders.

I get startled easily so I usually squeak or make noises like that- (I literally got picked to play the mouse in one of our videos because of my squeaking so much- lol xD)

And if you need more information, lemme know!

Also, genshun impact please.

Have a good day!

hello there, iris !! thank you for sending something in to help out & i hope you're having a good day/evening/night as well <3

DRUM ROLL, PLEASE . . .

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i'd ship you with : ARATAKI ITTO !!

who better to be silly with than arataki numero uno itto himself ?! you both have a tendency to act like kids, but that's not a bad thing; it just means you have more fun than others do. despite both of you being adults, you're able to have fun as if time is non-existent & you're both forever young together.

for sake of story, let's say you're living in inazuma city. whether you have temporary residence or you permanently live there is up to you. if you live in inazuma city, you're bound to run into the famed arataki itto at some point. he's pretty hard to miss when he's usually causing such a ruckus !! the first time you meet, he's running at you frantically. it's all because of the ambitious little onikabuto skittering your way. you squeak as you do when startled.

it halts at your feet & stays there since it seems to like you. itto has since skidded to a stop & calmly walked up to you since he's just... in shock. he's never seen one of his onikabuto run up to a complete stranger like this before.

a little sheepish, he introduces himself to you as the one & oni, doing his very best to impress you since you have energy that onikabutos seem to like. you two hit it off pretty quickly, actually. you have a lot in common & simply vibe together since you have similar mannerisms. as the night goes on, you both become a lovable duo of huge dorks. you don't really get why people are so wary of him; he's a sweetheart just like you.

you make an immediate friend in that goofy oni, so you hang out quite often. he understands that you have anxiety, so he'll always make sure to check on you when you seem to be feeling anxious. whenever you're in need of defending or feel shy. you can always stand behind him; he'll puff that muscular chest out & keep you safe !!

since you like games, itto introduces you to genius invocation tcg, onikabuto battles, & more. whenever you play these games with him or the gang, the night is full of endless fun. speaking of the arataki gang, he ends up inviting you to join it. he's blushing a little when he does. it isn't until the gang members themselves point out that itto likes you in a non-platonic way that it all clicks for him.

you continue to hang out with him as usual, but the moments feel more tender. there's shy glances from not just your end, but itto's as well. blushing cheeks, hands brushing together, flirtatious laughter. it isn't long before you both become something more than friends thanks to the gang being itto's wing-people. when they hear the news, they support you both fully & sigh with relief that you both FINALLY got together !!

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THANK YOU FOR READING !!

if you are unsatisfied with the results, feel free to shoot me an ask or im !!

if you'd like to receive one of these yourself, they are still open at the moment. please refer to THIS POST if you're interested. they just come out a bit slowly since they're lengthy.

if you liked my writing, please consider commissioning me !! it is my only source of income at the moment. i offering writing commissions such as custom character x reader fics, comfort character emails, ship fics, general fics, & more <3

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@celestialxdancers continued from here (new post because my old reply was with legacy editor too lol)

"It just tastes better", Holly answered defensively, and because she didn't want to seem like a lightweight, she quickly grabbed another shot off the counter and poured it down her throat. "But whatever", she shrugged and smiled triumphantly, trying her best to hide the disgust from her face as she felt the alcohol burning a little bit as it slid down her throat. Ugh...yeah, she really did not like straight up vodka. She took her other drink with her - the cocktail one - while she grabbed Dani's hand to pull her along to the living room. While she did so, she had the faintest thought about how soft Dani's hands were but she quickly pushed it to the side. "Oh please, like you have a disco outfit at home", she chuckled. She doubted it would have mattered all that much if she told Dani, this girl always seemed to ignore all the latest fashion trends. It was almost impressive. Holly secretly had the slightest bit of envy over it. She always worked hard to look her best. Color-coordinating her outfits, accessorizing, making sure her make up was on point. Looking good was one of the most important things, especially as a woman. That was what her mother and sister both agreed on. She wanted to impress them, and also her potential future husband, who was going to be just as good looking and rich as her and who was going to sweep her off her feet like a prince. She hadn't quite met that guy yet - actually, she had yet to meet any guy who made her feel the butterflies the romance movies she liked to watch always talked about - but she would, any day now. She just knew it.

As soon as they arrived in the living room, Holly still sipping from her drink and not quite letting go of Dani's hand, Jake came rushing over to greet them. "Holly, you made it! Sweet! You too Dani, good to see you. You guys wanna dance?" He seemed chipper, dressed in his 70's disco outfit complete with fake afro and indoor sunglasses. He looked kind of silly. He's probably been drinking, Holly thought. There was a time when she thought that maybe Jake would be her 'prince charming'. They went out for a while, but it didn't take her long to find an excuse to dump him. Her reasoning was that he wasn't 'serious' enough. However, unlike most of her friends, Jake didn't really have a problem with Dani. He was too busy playing sports to care about some girl from his class being a little weird. "Maybe later", Holly turned him down and Jake shrugged, offering them both a smile before he was off to go greet some other guests. Holly quickly leaned in closer to Dani, speaking under her breath: "You know I dated him for a while? But then I broke up with him. You wouldn't guess it but he's kind of a dork. Oh, hey, maybe he'll hook up with you", she teased, and this time it really was just a joke because even though she usually liked to play matchmaker, for some reason she didn't really like the idea of setting Dani up with someone. "Come on, let's go outside. Jake's backyard has a campfire", she suggested and the hand, which she hadn't let go of this whole time, was starting to feel more comfortable in her palm as she started pulling Dani along with her once again.

#celestialxdancers #reblog

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༉ ᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ

ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ //

𝟏𝟏𝟏. oikawa tooru !! HS or TIMESKIP . 0/3 ships taken . selective. seijoh’s favorite .

he gave you a disturbed glance over his shoulder, turning to his phone camera and sticking his tongue out for a selfie instead. “i need to get the right one…” oikawa grumbled as he deleted them again. ignoring his friends’ faces of disbelief as he had them standing in the streets of the city for a photo.

𝟐𝟐𝟐. hanamaki takahiro !! HS or TIMESKIP . 0/3 ships taken . non-selective . your favorite comedian .

tbe sunset peaking through the blinds and shining onto the sleeping teenager. sprawled on the bed like an animal, food wrappers surrounding his body; Makki was a lost cause. “5 more minutes…” he would tell his >PRACTICE NOW YOU NEED TO GO NOW< alarm. Matsukawa could only shake his head in disbelief when Coach asked where his best friend was.

𝟑𝟑𝟑. kuroo tetsuro !! HS or TIMESKIP . 0/3 ships taken . non-selective . black cat nerd .

“can we take a break now? i’m tired of helping you study.” kuroo groaned, leaning back onto the floor with a dramatic sigh. hours of studying for the chemistry exam had the volleyball captain wishing he were somewhere else in the city instead.

𝟒𝟒𝟒. miya atsumu !! HS or TIMESKIP . 0/3 ships taken . lightly-selective . best setter ever .

“i’m not going home!” atsumu struggled against his fellow second years, who were trying to push the blond out of the gym. he continued to shove and weave through, devoted to staying at practice. all of the effort to remain in the building, he had not noticed Kita standing behind him.

𝟓𝟓𝟓. kiyoko shimizu !! HS or TIMESKIP . 0/3 ships taken . selective . #1 sweetheart .

the familiar smell of yachi’s favorite tea hit her nose, a small cup of it being placed in front of her by shimizu. “here, yachi. all of this work for the club probably has you exhausted, this is the least i can do.” kiyoko smiled, giving the first year a pat on the back before going back to her original duties.

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ //

these characters may not be very canon, take these as my “for funzies” guys!

𝟏𝟏𝟏. itadori yuji !! may include sukuna . 0/1 ships taken . he is happy and a joyous here . non-selective . please don’t make him sad . i want him to be happy again .

“what’s that?” he stared down at the box of chocolates in your hands, given by some random guy from school. after being explained what the situation was, itadori took the box of chocolate and ate them hirself. “there! now we didn’t waste food and you didn’t have to deal with them!”

𝟐𝟐𝟐. gojo satoru !! he is also happy here . 0/3 ships taken . a funny teacher who doesn’t know wtf he’s doing . non-selective . let’s be so fr i just want to be silly w him .

he couldn’t think. gojo has the ability to focus on many things, but this— this is going to drive him insane. “excuse me, miss? what shirt do you think an emotional teenager would enjoy?” gojo asked the sweet old lady for help, pointing at the shirt rack at the store. he later walked out with an adorable cat tee for megumi.

ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ //

these characters may also be slightly off canon, for fun but i am willing to try and put in that work

𝟏𝟏𝟏. sanemi shinazugawa !! all au friendly . 1/3 ships taken . non-selective . not an overly rude mun . please he is happy sometimes too .

“oh shut up! i don’t wanna hear some lousy excuses from a weakling like you!” sanemi’s foot hit the trainee’s back roughly, sending him to the floor. the slayer wanted to prove himself to the hashira, but couldn’t even have a worthy fight.

𝟐𝟐𝟐. uzui tengen !! all au friendly . 0/3 ships taken . lightly-selective . energetic and flashy dork . he is NOT married to his wives here . and he has his like… whole body still .

he has never been more content in his life. sitting in the garden, where the weather outside is to die for. a large plate of strawberry rolls freshly made by the butterfly girls in his hands. and! it was quiet outside. tengen felt like he was king, and was ready to completely relax like one— “mr uzui! kiyoshi hurt herself with the hot stove!”

𝟑𝟑𝟑. mitsuri kanroji !! all au friendly . 0/3 ships taken . non-selective . the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet . number one comfort girl .

kanroji felt as if she was going to explode. fluffy bunnies were scattered around her garden, a little birthday surprise from the other slayers. she squealed in excitement and plopped to the floor, cooing at all of the sweet animals who came her way. she felt like a fairytale princess.

𝟒𝟒𝟒. muichirou tokito !! all au friendly . 0/1 ships taken, i will be so picky w this one . selective . a quiet boy who really only enjoys doing his job . i have a great crack/fanon ver but that’s even more selective .

a drop of water landed on tokito’s nose, waking him up from his nap under the tree. more raindrops began falling, turning into a storm. tokito sighed, now wet from the rain and only bound to become sick from the weather. he picked up his sleeping crow and began slowly trudging his way to the nearest wisteria estate.

𝟓𝟓𝟓. kokushibo !! all au friendly . 0/3 ships taken . non-selective . HE IS NOT CANON . GRANDPA CORE . HE IS FOR FUNZIES .

the six eyed demon stared at the teenager in front of him. what did he say? kokushibo couldn’t understand a damn thing the boy way saying. new improper grammar and vocabulary, have the centuries really changed that much? “child… i don’t understand…”

𝟔𝟔𝟔. akaza !! all au friendly . 0/3 ships taken . selective . he is happy and a little shit here . he is not w his canon girl . he is also not very canon behaving .

the demon walked through the quiet town, all of the people had gone inside and off to bed by now. the rest had just been scared away by akaza himself. a small dango stand was left abandoned, akaza took one to try. his face curled up in disgust at the delightful flavors, resulting in him picking up the whole stand and throwing it into the side of a house. “i hate sweets.”

𝟕𝟕𝟕. gyutaro !! all au friendly . 0/1 ships taken . he is not like completely interlinked w daki here ig . smelly asshole . very funzies character .

gyutaro spat down at the victim below him. the demon slayer was struggling against the poison, gyutaro cackling at his pain. “this will teach you not to ever touch my sister again, you filthy scumbag. your hands are gone, i’m tempted to leave you like this. you won’t touch anything ever again, not even your own mother.”

𝟖𝟖𝟖. mako !! lwk self-insert OC !! all au friendly . 0/1 ships taken . highly-selective . an orphaned teenager who found her way into the corps life . animal enthusiast . shithead . 17 . girl has been causing turmoil since she was like 14 . info page to be posted soon !

she glared at the stranger, a random man asking to see the owner of the estate. after what happened last time, she would rather not take any chances. the pillars would yell at her, or worse, she could end up in trouble herself. “oh, yeah? who are you then?” mako crossed her arms over her chest in a sassy manner. “damn it, m! it’s me, tengen! OPEN THE DOOR!”

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Blinded Me with Science (Eddie x Reader) REQUEST

Request….

Warnings: All fluff for this one! I just love a fluffy Eddie sometimes.

Request: theimaginationgotmegood: So, i got this idea where Henderson|Sister helps Eddie study for something cuz Dustin begged her to and she a pretty has tensed neck/shoulders and he massages it for her. After that they become friends and he keeps on easing her pain, like whenever they are together (cuz she‘s the kid‘s ride) and it‘s just become normal for everyone. But she understands a joke from him the wrong way and becomes insecure, keeps pushing him away because of it until he confronts her one day and then just fluff maybe? This would be so so so amazing!

Author’s Note: This took me a little while to write and I hope I did it justice! I did proof read, but if I missed anything, please forgive me. This is quite a long one but I think it turned out well. Let me know. My inbox is open for requests for Eddie x reader and Joseph x reader. I will be working on one for Joseph since I finished this one up. Be on the look out for that! Enjoy.

The final bell rang dismissing you from your final class of the day. You were thankful. It had been a long week and all you wanted to do was go home and relax. Maybe go to the mall with one of your friends. You opened your locker, digging through your books when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey sis.”, your brother, Dustin smiled.

You eyed him easily. “What’s up? Ready to go home?”

You continued to wade through your locker, organizing your binders with your books.

“I have my club after school remember? Hellfire Club?”

You rolled your eyes as you shut your locker. “The one that plays that silly game Dragons and Dungeons?”

Dustin looked offended. He had played D&D for years with his friends, Mike, Will, and Lucas. He thought you at least knew the proper order of the title.

“Dungeons and Dragons.”, he corrected.

You chuckled easily. “Yeah that. With that Munson guy.”

“Eddie.”, he clarified.

You nodded, pretending to take in the information he was spewing at you. Your little brother was smart and matter-of-fact. He always had been. You were very protective of your little brother. He may be a dork, but he was your dork and you would put anyone in their place who tried to pick on him. You remembered when Will Byers vanished and the town was so up in arms. Your mom and you were panicked with the possibility the same could happen your little brother.

“Okay. How long is this club gonna meet?”, you asked, brushing you hair behind you ear.

“A couple of hours. Will you wait for me?”, he asked as you both walked down the hallway.

“Well, I’m gonna go grab a bite and I’ll be back around 6. Sound good?”

Your little brother nodded as you all neared the drama room. You noticed a few teenagers piling in, dressed in baseball shirts that read Hellfire Club. Wow, this was really serious to them. Dustin waved to you as he went into the room. Your classmate with long brown hair, doe brown eyes, and a wide smile greeted him. That had to be Munson. You hadn’t really talked to him but you knew a little bit about him. He had repeated the 12th grade twice before now. This was his third senior year. He was twenty years old while the rest of your class was seventeen and eighteen.

After greeting Dustin, his eyes shot up to you and you instantly felt awkward and turned your glance away, quickly beginning to walk down the hallway towards the exit that would lead you to the parking lot. Hurrying down the small flight of stairs, you pushed the double doors open and the wind hit you in the face, refreshing you. You had never met his eyes for that long and it was something about it that shook you to your core.

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A couple hours passed as you parked your car in the front of the school as there was no staff here this time of night other than custodians. You locked the door, preparing to go inside to get your brother. You were ready to go home and finally see some peace in your room, listening to your new Whitney Houston record. You hoped this Hellfire Club was done with their meeting. The hall was quiet as you neared the drama room once again. A few of the members came out, signifying their meeting was complete.

Dustin looked at you, waving enthusiastically. You gave him a small wave, letting him know you were ready for him to leave. Eddie once again caught your glance as he saw what Dustin was putting so much energy into. Dustin waved you inside. You gave him an odd glance. You didn’t have to go in there. What was he thinking? You had only agreed to pick him up after his club was finished. Dustin waved you inside again, this time more emphasis on coming inside. You were confused but you opened the door gently, coming inside. Dustin was the only one left besides their leader.

“Hey sis.”, Dustin smiled.

Eddie had been packing stuff up before Dustin spoke. His eyes immediately shot up to you and he paused what he was doing as if he was frozen in time.

“Hey.”, you smiled gently.

“Sister? Henderson, it’s rude to not introduce us.”, Eddie said coyly.

Dustin laughed before speaking. “This is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is the Dungeon Master himself, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie hopped over a chair, immediately placing himself in front of you. You were a bit taken aback. You were sure your face symbolized that. He reached his hand out, waiting for you to reciprocate. It took you a moment to process his actions, but you soon gained your footing. You reached your hand out to his, both of you making contact with a handshake. It felt like electricity shot through your body and you hated to admit it. How could you feel this way about a man you barely knew? It felt like uncharted territory.

He smiled up at you and did the same. It was as if time had stopped around you and nothing else mattered. You never noticed how normal Eddie actually appeared. I mean, sure he was an outcast but he didn’t appear to be much different than anyone else.

“Nice to meet you. Welcome to Hellfire.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

“Ready Dusty?”, you asked your little brother, turning to him.

“Yeah just a sec.”

You turned to go, making your way to the door and you could hear indistinct talking between Eddie and your little brother. All of a sudden, you heard them loudly exchange goodbyes. Dustin caught up with you, almost immediately. He seemed like he was in a really good mood since his meeting. You all neared the car, settling inside. You both buckled up as you started the car.

Dustin looked down at his lap, before turning to look out the window. Sometimes it was a buzzkill to have to chauffeur your little brother around, but you and your mom agreed it was not safe for Dustin to be riding his bike around town everywhere. At least not to school and away from school. You could tell Dustin had something on his mind.

“Is everything okay?”, you started.

“Yeah.”, Dustin answered, dryly.

You gave him a confused look. “Dustin, did someone say something to you? I swear to God I’ll—”

He interrupted you. “No, no. Nothing like that.”, he laughed nervously.

You narrowed your eyes before looking over to him. “Then what is it?”

He sighed, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

“Spit it out Dusty.”, your voice became serious and flat.

“Well, um, Eddie needs some help.”

Your face crinkled in confusion. “What kind of help?”

Why was your brother telling you Eddie Munson needed your help? Eddie gave no indication he needed anything from you or sought any of your “help”. Maybe that was why Eddie was being so nice to you. Maybe this was all a set up to get your help. You were always paranoid of things like that. Most of the time you came off confident and sure of yourself, but it was little seeds of doubt that knocked the wind out of your sails.

“Well, you know Eddie has had some trouble graduating,”, Dustin began nervously.

“Uh-huh.”, you nodded.

“He’s uh really struggling Y/N. He needs help passing his chemistry exam. Can you help him?”, Dustin pleaded.

You thought for a moment. You weighed your options. What was it to you if Eddie Munson didn’t graduate with the class of 1986? That wasn’t your concern. You were trying to get into the college you had been wanting to get into since you could remember. However, the sympathetic side of you was fighting with your logical side. You were great at Chemistry. Making an A average. Eddie had been trying twice to graduate from high school already. This was his third try.

“Dustin,”, you sighed. “I have my own exams.”

Dustin looked defeated but quickly was fired up again, ready to convince you to help his friend.

“Please Y/N. Eddie needs to pass this exam to graduate. It’s his third senior year.”

You closed your eyes quickly, sighing before opening them again. You did offer tutoring before certain tests. Mrs.Stern was always recommending you for help before chemistry tests, calling you one of her brightest students. Your mind was in a flashback. You could remember before a test, Mrs.Stern was up in front of the chalkboard and periodic table of elements. You also remembered Eddie sitting in the corner, eyeing his latest grade. He looked like he had lost his best friend but then quickly changed his face, fearing anyone would see.

He crumpled his test up into a ball, acting as if this class didn’t matter. Your heart instantly felt a ping of sadness. Could you really say no? You had thought about offering tutoring help to Eddie secretly but you didn’t know him all that well and he may take it wrong. Even Mrs.Stern’s words rang through your head that you heard her say to Eddie as you slipped out of the class room in front of him. “Edward, if you want to graduate this year, I highly suggest you talk to Ms.Henderson. She can help tutor you. Your grades are very borderline, most failing. She can give you that push you need to pass.”

You tried to shake it from your mind. You had waited at your locker, seeing if he would take her up on the opportunity but he passed your locker quickly, defeated. Dustin didn’t know any of that.

“Dustin.”, you groaned, your head spinning from remembering that painful day for him.

“Please sis.”, he was practically begging.

“So why couldn’t the big bad Dungeon Master ask me himself? He seems very charismatic.”, you spat off, thinking about how you had almost wished he had asked you for help that day.

Dustin sighed. “I don’t know. He asked me to ask you.”

You all pulled into your driveway. You shut the car off, getting out. Your brother appeared to be confused as to why you hadn’t gave him a straight answer. You felt him chase behind you as you grabbed your backpack, hurrying into your all’s house.

“Hey Y/N. Dustin.”, your mom greeted as you threw your backpack down on the couch.

“Please.”, Dustin pleaded again, ignoring your mom’s greeting.

“I don’t know Dustin. I have a lot of stuff to do of my own.”

Your mom looked confused as she was finishing up dinner. “What’s going on?”

You eyed your mom. “Nothing.”

Dustin looked at you before opening his mouth. “Y/N won’t help tutor one of my friends.”

There was your annoying baby brother. He was practically tattling on you for not tutoring Eddie. But I mean Mrs.Stern herself told Eddie how important it was that he sought tutoring. Plus, you all interacted at school and he had a chance to mention it to you if he was so concerned and worried about passing. Why didn’t he?

“Y/N, is this true?”

“Yes mom.”, you answered, glaring at your little brother who was smiling unapologetically.

“What is wrong with this boy?”, she continued as she turned her attention back to dinner.

You went into the kitchen, feeling your little brother’s presence behind you. You leaned up against the dining room table.

“Nothing other than he’s on his third senior year.”, you rolled your eyes, grabbing a cup of water.

“He’s trying.”, Dustin countered.

Your mom was continuing to attempt to finish dinner. She was dishing out helpings to your and your brother’s plates before her own. She had made grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and macaroni and cheese. She was taking in this information, attempting to process it before she gave her motherly advice. Your mom walked past you all to the dinner table where she set the table.

“Well honey, I think it’s a compliment. You are very smart. This boy needs your help to graduate.”, your mom smiled as she brushed her apron.

Dustin made his way to his usual chair, immediately beginning to scarf dinner down. You sat down in your chair, slowly. You didn’t make eye contact with your mom or Dustin as you began swirling your fork in your food, stewing on what your mom said. You could feel their eyes scanning over you, waiting for you to say something.

“I’ll think about it.”, was all you offered.

Dinner ended and you began your nightly routine of finishing homework, taking a shower, brushing your teeth, and preparing to lay down. You had a big day tomorrow and you were so exhausted from waiting on Dustin’s new found club. You were jotting down something in a notebook, listening to your new Whitney Houston record when you heard a knock on your door.

Your eyes shot up to your door as your brother’s head popped in. “Hey sis.”

“Dustin.”, you sighed, putting your notebook down.

“So uh,”, he began as he tapped the frame of your door nervously. “Have you decided?”

You eyed him, raising an eyebrow. “About?”

You knew what this was about but you just wanted to hear Dustin say it.

“Helping Eddie.”, he said quietly.

You sighed, getting up to pause you record player. It appeared as if Dustin was debating whether he should enter your room or not. You had a rule that he was to not enter your room without your permission. You closed your eyes before opening them back up to Dustin. He inched himself in the door way more, his shoulders and head appearing. It was time to make a decision. Your mom’s words echoed in your head. “Well honey, I think it’s a compliment. You are very smart. This boy needs your help to graduate.” You thought back to that fateful day in chemistry class. Eddie looking so defeated. Mrs.Stern encouraging him to seek tutoring. “Edward, if you want to graduate this year, I highly suggest you talk to Ms.Henderson. She can help tutor you. Your grades are very borderline, most failing. She can give you that push you need to pass.”

Then you considered the fact that Dustin was absolutely enamored with Eddie Munson. You even were beginning to think Dustin looked up to him. Sure, you were his big sister but he really loved Dungeons and Dragons. He always had. Eddie had an entire club dedicated to it. Eddie was a male figure in his life and appeared to be a big brother to him. Eddie deserved a diploma as much as anyone else did. The only way you could regret helping him is if he didn’t put any effort in or was a complete jerk.

“Fine.”, you sighed, crossing your arms. “I’ll help Eddie.”

Dustin’s eyes lit up as he shoved your door completely open, practically busting it down. He ran over to you, smiling and laughing. He tackled you.

“Thank you Y/N! Thank you!”,

You rolled your eyes before laughing yourself and ending with a smile. “However, I’m only doing this because you really like Eddie and he did let you in his Hellfire Club.”

Dustin nodded enthusiastically. “Thank you sis. I’ll tell Eddie tomorrow! Goodnight!”

Dustin gave you huge bear hug before running out of your room, the happiest you had seen him in a long time. He and his friends had been through a lot together, including you, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, and Jonathan Byers. You all shared a common interest: Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, and Max. You all had their best interest at heart and would do anything to keep them safe and secure.

“Night Dusty.”, you laughed as you turned your lamp off, climbing into bed.

What had you just got yourself into?

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The weekend passed more quickly than you had hoped. The beginning of the school week had approached. Dustin had never really confirmed how Eddie felt when you accepted to tutor him. You wondered if Eddie had decided to back out or change his mind.

“Y/N! Telephone!”, your mom yelled from downstairs.

Confusion swept across your face as you laid down your magazine, turning the corner at the top of the staircase. Dustin’s door was closed. Nothing unusual. You took the steps two at a time, feeling anxious of who could be on the other side of the telephone. Your mom held out the cream colored landline in anticipation.

“Who is it?”, you whispered.

Your mom just smiled. “Eddie ring a bell?”

Your face still wore an expression of surprise as you hesitantly reached to grab the phone away from your mother. You sat down on the couch instinctively before your mom rushed back into the kitchen, attempting to give you some privacy. Your hand was slightly shaking as you pulled the phone up to your ear.

“This is Y/N.”

“Hey it’s Eddie.”

“I gathered,” you began laughing. “So what’s up?”

You heard Eddie sigh on the other end of the phone, some static picking up. Static made you nervous as that usually signaled something from the Upside Down. Something of which, your all’s parents were oblivious to.

“Uh Dustin told me you agreed to help me study. Just wondering when we could.”

His voice shook slightly, indicating he was nervous. You were mentally chalking it up to the fact he probably wasn’t used to asking someone for help. Well, technically this time he hadn’t asked either but he at least communicated it to Dustin.

“Let me see,”, you reached for your backpack, pulling your planner out.

Eddie was silent on the other end of line, waiting for you to continue the conversation.

“When do you have Hellfire?”, you asked seriously, grabbing a pen to jot down when his club was meeting.

Organization was something you loved to do. It made you feel in control of your life. It was something you could control versus the other things that went on in the world.

“Uh usually Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

“Okay. How about we study on Tuesdays and Thursdays from four to eight”, you offered.

You could hear hesitation on the other end of the line. You hoped Eddie would realize he needed this in order to graduate.

“Okay, where should we meet?”, he finally asked.

Relief washed over you as he said this.

“Uh we can come to my house if you want.”, you offered, assuming he wouldn’t want to be seen with a “nerd”.

Eddie agreed to this and you all exchanged goodbyes as you hung up the phone. Dustin bounced down the stairs, looking happier than ever. You smirked at him before sitting yourself up on the couch. He smiled at you and waved as he turned to go in the kitchen. You jumped up and followed him, grabbing his shoulder before he made it to his destination.

“What the hell?”, Dustin asked, scoffing.

“Did you tell Eddie to call me?”, you asked abruptly.

“Um yeah?”

You nodded. “Tuesday is our first study session.”

Dustin smiled before you both went into the kitchen.

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It was Tuesday. The bell rang, signaling the school day was over. Students rushed past you as you grabbed your Chemistry book and binder from your locker. You shut your locker and began waiting for your baby brother to appear. He always met you at your locker. A few minutes passed before he finally showed up. Minimal conversation was exchanged as you prepared mentally for your study session with Eddie.

“So what all are you going to teach Eddie?”, Dustin asked.

“A little bit of everything. He needs to do well on these tests and he needs to understand the information for his final exam.”

Dustin accepted this with a nod.

“Okay, so we should lay down some ground rules.”, you put your hands on your hips.

Dustin stared at you. “Huh?”

“Really Dusty?”, you laughed before continuing.

“I know Eddie is your “Dungeon Master”,” you made air quotations. “However, no interruptions.”

Dustin eyed you, not offering a response.

“No talk of Dungeons and Dragons.”, you narrowed your eyes.

“But Eddie just started a new campaign---”, Dustin protested.

“Absolutely not, Dustin. Tuesdays and Thursdays are MY days to help Eddie study. Do not even think about coming in my room.”

Dustin allowed his head to fall and he nodded like a pitiful puppy, thinking this would sway your decision. Sometimes his puppy dog eyes worked. Other times, they didn’t. This was one of those occasions. You bit your lip, turning your attention away from your baby brother and to see if Eddie was coming. He just had to. You eyed your watch and then back to the hallway, repeating this several times. Dustin was hardly paying attention.

All of a sudden, when you were the least focused, you felt a presence. You looked up quickly to see Eddie Munson in front of you. He gave you a small smile. Most everyone had filed out of the school by now and you guessed Eddie didn’t want to be seen with a “nerd”.

“Sorry I’m late.”, he brushed through his dark brown hair.

“It’s fine. Ready to follow me and Dustin to our house and we can get started?”, you asked, forgetting he was late.

He nodded and he and Dustin began immediately talking about D&D. There were things mentioned that you hardly could keep up with. You let them have this moment. But when you all crossed the threshold of the Henderson home, D&D would not be mentioned further. And you were sticking to your guns.

The ride home was uneventful, however, you reminded Dustin once again of the rules. You pulled into your driveway and Eddie’s van pulled in behind your car. Dustin grabbed his backpack, waiting to see Eddie. You gave him another glare. He felt it. You grabbed your bag and closed the door of your vehicle. All Eddie had was his Chemistry book and a tattered notebook. You did your best to try to avoid staring.

Dustin welcomed Eddie into your all’s home. Your mom was at work but would be home soon and would probably make dinner.

“Eddie, come see my room.”, Dustin laughed.

“Uh absolutely not, Dusty. Eddie and I are going to study.”, you reminded your little brother.

A frown immediately crossed his face. “But sis-“

“NO.”, you raised your voice.

Dustin knew you meant business and decided dropping the idea would be in his best interest. Eddie couldn’t help but to smirk at you before turning his attention back to Dustin.

“You can show me your room before I head home Henderson.”, he smirked.

You rolled your eyes as Eddie followed behind you upstairs. You sighed as you opened the door to your room. It was a normal girls room. You threw your bag down on your bed and began taking your Chemistry book, binder, notebook, and pencil out. Your desk was at the bottom of your bed. You had a spare decorative chair in your room and offered Eddie his choice of which he preferred.

“So….Dusty?”, he smirked.

“I’ve always called him that.”, you said emotionless, almost like a robot.

You could feel a slight tension in the air. Both of your all’s worlds and social circles were colliding. It was slightly overwhelming for you. But you were doing this because of Dusty. Because Eddie Munson was someone your little brother looked up to and thought a lot of. It was more than a lot of people felt about him. Dustin was the reason you were giving this a chance. If Dustin was kicked out of his Hellfire Club, he would absolutely be crushed and then you’d want to kill Eddie. This was a much better option.

“Dusty.”, he repeated. “Has a nice ring to it.”

You tried your best to refrain from rolling your eyes in front of him. You sat down and opened your book, starting at the very beginning. If Eddie could go back and gain information, this would immensely help him. Eddie noticed you were going to begin this study session so he followed suit and slowly sat down beside of you. You eyed him as you opened your drawer, pulling out another pencil and holding it out for him.

“You might need this.”

He looked at you with his doe brown eyes and then down at the pencil before he took it from you, his rings touching your skin, sending a slight chill down your spine. You fought against your self, dismissing any further thoughts from your brain. This was for Dustin. You flipped open your binder and started at the beginning. Eddie noticed your binder and how you had everything just so-so.

“Organization could help too.”, you smirked easily.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I’ve never been great at this school thing.”, he brushed through his curls nervously.

You pretended not to notice his nervousness as you were sure he didn’t want you to.

“That’s why I’m going to help you. Let’s start from the beginning. An atom is known as the most basic building block of chemistry. It’s the smallest form of matter.”

Eddie nodded, scribbling this down in his hand writing in his tattered notebook.

“There are three types of particles atoms can consist of. There are protons. They have a positive charge. Neutrons which are neutrally charged. And lastly, electrons which are negative.”, you breathed as you scribbled three circles, one with a plus sign, one no sign, and the last with a minus sign.

Eddie nodded once again, processing this information. He seemed to really be listening to you. Sure, he was the all-knowing Dungeon Master when it came to D&D but he had much to learn when it came to Chemistry. The evening passed fairly quickly with you all taking a few breaks. Eddie seemed to be catching on as he re-explained the information you had given him. You all reviewed the Periodic Table of Elements, which was last on your list for the day.

You sighed, finally closing your book. “That’s all I had planned for this session.”

Eddie stood up easily, stretching. You rubbed your neck, taking a deep sigh.

“Tense?”, Eddie smirked easily as he came back over to your desk.

You eyed him, confused for a moment. Your brain was trying to process the question that just rolled off his tongue. What did this have to do with Chemistry?

“Uh, we’ve been sitting here for four hours. Kinda.”, you said easily.

Eddie smirked, coming behind your chair and his ring-clad hands instantly going for your shoulders. This took you by surprise and a hot, deep feeling entered the pit of your stomach.

“Mind if I help? I mean you were nice enough to help me after all.”

You nodded, your brain turning to mush almost instantly. His fingers pinched your shoulders up, releasing them and to be honest, it felt amazing. You hadn’t realized exactly how tense and stressed out you had been up until now. Now that Eddie Munson was helping release the tension.

“Wow, you were tense, Henderson.”, he mumbled as he continued working on your shoulders.

“Yeah I guess so.”, you hummed, feeling relief.

You could sense Eddie’s smirk spread across his lips as he kneaded your shoulders for a few more minutes. You held back any sounds of relief as they mimicked other sounds. And you definitely did not want your brother coming through your door right now. Once Eddie felt satisfied that he had removed the tension and kinks from your shoulders, his rings brushed the skin leading to your neck.

Where had he learned to do this? And why was he so good at it? Your brain could wander and run with the possible explanations, but you decided to only focus on him massaging your neck. You closed your eyes, feeling relaxed, even sinking slightly in your chair. Eddie, in fact, noticed this too, causing him to smile even more. You could feel his rough, calloused hands against your skin.

Eddie let out a sigh as he worked to remove the tension and kinks from your neck. It took him a few minutes but he finally had succeeded and was satisfied especially when it took you a minute to stand up and gather yourself.

“Thanks, Munson.”, you smirked as you rubbed your neck, no longer feeling tense.

“Welcome, Henderson.”, he smirked back and before another word could be spoken, Dustin burst through your door.

“Hey are you guys done? It’s like eight twenty.”, he complained.

You both eyed each other before turning your attention to your little brother and nodding. “Yeah, we’re done.”

Eddie kept his promise and went and saw your brother’s room. Your mom made a late dinner and invited Eddie to stay, which he agreed to. You and Eddie kept stealing glances across the dining room table. Dustin seemed oblivious to this. Maybe helping Eddie wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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A few weeks had passed and you and Eddie had kept up your all’s study sessions regularly, working around his Hellfire Club meetings. Eddie’s grades were improving in Chemistry. His latest test was a B minus which he brought to your house and displayed to you proudly. You all were becoming closer than just study partners. In fact, Eddie invited you to the Hideaway to watch his band, Corroded Coffin play. You had to bring Dustin too, but Eddie was happy to see you both in the audience. It was a step up from the four drunks he usually played for.

Today, he requested you sit in on a Hellfire Club meeting to see what it was truly all about. You agreed which your little brother was ecstatic about. You were a bit nervous when everyone’s eyes were on you as you entered the drama room. Lucas gave you a confused look before turning to Dustin and asking him why you were here. Eddie had a lone chair near his “throne” and patted it as he seen you enter the room.

“Come on Y/N we’re just getting started.”

You came in and smiled a shy smile to everyone in the room. You sat down easily. Eddie began to get very theatrical as the Hellfire Club got deeper into their campaign. You smiled as you attempted to understand what was going on. The meeting went by quickly. Eddie reached a spot where he felt comfortable halting the campaign. Everyone was packing up their things as Eddie turned his attention to you.

“Nice work out there.”, you smirked.

He smirked. “Thanks. Did you enjoy it?”

You nodded. “I definitely got a deeper understanding of D&D.”

You both shared a laugh. Dustin and Lucas just watched on. You and Eddie began talking about the next study session. You looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of your neck again. Eddie could sense once again you seemed tense and without hesitation, you allowed him to help ease your tension the way he had been. A massage.

“Dude, do you see this?”, you heard Lucas whisper to your brother.

“Yeah they always seem to be doing this nowadays.”, Dustin rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure there’s not more going on? I mean—.”

Dustin interrupted. “Nope. They’re just becoming good friends so they say.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Henderson, Sinclair. I can hear you.”

Lucas got an embarrassed look before waving goodbye to everyone and jetting out of the drama room quickly. You and Eddie shared another laugh as Dustin eyed you both, sitting down, waiting for you all to finish. Everyone else in the Hellfire Club never batted an eye at this as you both had been doing it for a few weeks now. You scratched Eddie’s back, helping him pass Chemistry and well, he massaged yours.

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Another week passed and Eddie was now passing Chemistry. He was on track to graduate with the class of 1986. You work almost seemed to be done. Eddie had asked for another couple of study sessions for the final exam. Which you agreed to. Prom was coming up and you didn’t have a date yet. You debated asking Eddie but wondered if it was even his scene. He probably wouldn’t want to go. One minute, you had yourself talked into it. The next, you had talked yourself out.

Eddie came up to your locker. “One more tests stands between me and that diploma.”

You smirked, organizing your books and binders to your liking before meeting his eyes. “Yeah and I am so proud of you, Eddie.”

He smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Who knew? The freak of Hawkins High could pass thanks to a nerd.”

There was some humor laced in his words but the last word caused a ping in your heart and a lump in your throat. He was smiling but your smile quickly panned into a slight frown.

“Yeah who knew?”, you fake laughed, holding back the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “Uh gotta go get Dustin home. He wants to rent a new movie tonight and order in pizza.”

Eddie looked surprised you were leaving so quickly. “Okay. I’ll see ya Tuesday.”

You nodded, rushing off before the lone tear slid out of your eye. You were turned away, walking away from Eddie thankfully so he couldn’t see. Nerd. That word replayed in your head as you hurried to your car, unlocking it and starting it before your brother got there. You held back the sobs that threatened to rack through your chest. Grabbing a Kleenex, you dabbed your eyes and quickly dried up the tears as Dustin waved for you to unlock the door.

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The next week came and it was Tuesday, the day you were supposed to study with Eddie since the “nerd” comment. You had avoided him all day Monday, even waiting in the car for Dustin after Hellfire. You even went as far as to stay home from school Tuesday. You didn’t know if the anxiety made you sick to your stomach or you were actually sick. You gave Dustin a message to tell Eddie you were sick and couldn’t help him study this evening.

Even when Dustin came home, you never asked for Eddie’s reaction. You never even went to see Dustin. You laid on your bed, thinking about how much of a nerd you could be. You turned to view your desk, instantly remembering the countless study sessions you and Eddie had shared, making you feel instantly sad. Why had you let yourself get this close? It seemed as though there was not that much more than a study buddy in this for Eddie.

Night fell upon the Henderson household. Your mom had came and told you goodnight and asked if everything was okay. You lied and said yes. She asked why you had been held up in your room all evening. You just told her you were sick. She accepted this answer. Dustin knew something was wrong with you but he gave you space. You continued to overthink as you drifted off to sleep, dreading tomorrow.

Dustin was waiting downstairs when you grabbed your keys from the coffee table. You all grabbed your lunches from the kitchen and went off to school. There was a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach as you started the car and backed out of the driveway. Dustin made small talk with you, but nothing more as he could still sense you were on edge. You were going to first period which was English. Third was Chemistry and you absolutely dreaded it. You hoped Eddie would not even look your way.

Third period came and you sat down at a table all by yourself. Today was an actual lab day and you would have a partner. People filed in the class, taking seats beside one another. You opened your book, not looking for Eddie to come in the door. You were silently hoping he wouldn’t. You were the only one not partnered up and suddenly, Eddie came through the door just as the tardy bell rang.

Eddie hurried his way over to your table, taking the stool beside of you. You silently cursed in your head but there was nothing more you could do right now but grin and bear it. You looked down at your book, not meeting his glance. You could feel his eyes on you as if he was praying you would say something—anything.

“So feeling better?”, he spoke up, clearing his throat.

Mrs. Stern was writing on the board, not paying any attention to the small amount of chatter going on in the lab.

“Yeah.”, was all you offered.

Eddie looked at you, stunned. Your response was cold and dry, no emotion evident. You didn’t look at him, hoping this would deter him from talking to you further.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? What have I done?”

You eyed him before turning your attention back to the board. “Eddie, look, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

Eddie scooted closer, whispering. “So when can we? I obviously have done something.”

“No, just please drop it.”, you hushed.

Mrs. Stern eyed you both as if in a silent way to tell you all to cease your conversation before having to call you down in front of the entire class. You could still feel Eddie’s eyes on you but they eventually turned to the board as Mrs. Stern explained the experiment and gave directions. She instructed Eddie to throw his hair up in a loose ponytail to prevent it from being a fire hazard. Part of you wanted to look, but you were still upset and hurt.

You and Eddie were successful with the experiment, being the first group to finish. There was ten minutes left in third period so you all began washing beakers, pipettes, test tubes, and an Erlenmeyer flask with proper PPE of course. Eddie still had his goggles on as did you with his hair pulled back.

“Y/N can we please talk about this?”, Eddie asked as glass clanked together.

“Eddie, there’s nothing to talk about.”, you persisted.

“Henderson.”, his voice became sharp causing you to stop what you were doing and eye him.

“What?”, you bit back, matching his tone.

“What did I do?”

“I don’t know, freak.”, you said with venom evident in the last word of your sentence.

Eddie didn’t speak and instantly stopped in his tracks, realizing his mistake.

“Doesn’t feel so good does it? Sorry the nerd is a total buzzkill to be seen with. All I’m good for is helping you pass your senior year.”, you snapped as you went back to washing the lab equipment.

Eddie eyed you, narrowing his eyes, becoming exasperated. “This is because I called you a nerd?”

You nodded. “All I am to you, isn’t it Munson?”

You didn’t meet his eyes once again, not straying from your task at hand. He took a deep sigh before becoming much less frustrated.

“No, never. I didn’t mean it like that. It was just a joke. You mean a lot to me Y/N.”, Eddie looked at you so serious, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“Funny way of showing it.”, you sighed, feeling sadness instead of anger.

Eddie sighed again. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Honest to God. I just thought it would make you laugh. Is this why you’ve been canceling on me? You didn’t even come to Hellfire to get Dustin.”

You looked down, feeling that lump in your throat again and just nodded in response, afraid your voice would crack.

Eddie put his hand over yours and you allowed it. “Can you look at me?”, he pleaded.

You finally turned to look at him, his doe brown eyes filled with concern. Yours filled with tears. You sniffled easily, feeling like such a loser for letting your emotions show.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I know I’m a freak, a loser. You’re the only one who’s really taken a chance on me.”

A tear slipped out of your eye and you laughed a little before growing serious again. “You’re not a loser or a freak, Eddie. You’re really smart when you apply yourself. I mean I was amazed by you in more ways than one. I just was worried you were embarrassed of me because I know we come from different social circles.”

Eddie smirked before wiping your tear. “Y/N I’d never be embarrassed of you. I’m out of your league clearly.”

You let out a small smile before running your thumb over his hand. “No I was actually gonna ask you to prom. How stupid right?”

You sounded nervous and your voice shook as another tear fell from your eyes. Eddie looked surprised as a small strand of his hair had fallen out of his ponytail.

“You mean Dustin wouldn’t kill me?”, he laughed, breaking the tension.

You shoved Eddie playfully, causing him to laugh in turn. You met his eyes and bit your lip.

“I was gonna ask you after our study session yesterday.”, he smirked.

Your expression was one of surprise. Now, you felt a ping of regret that you didn’t keep your study session yesterday. The bell rang, dismissing third period. You and Eddie were smiling as you both grabbed your stuff off the table and went out into the hallway. You stopped with him at his locker.

“I don’t have to wear a suit, do I?”, he asked as he put the items in his locker.

“Nope.”, you smiled.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, his hair still up.

“Shit.”, he muttered, still noticing his hair was up.

You grabbed his hand pulling it back down before you smiled at him, leaning and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s do one better, Henderson.”, he smirked as he held your hands, you both leaning in for a kiss in front of everyone, defying the social circles of high school.

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Runny Nose (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, Book 1 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Marchia Bisognin (F!MC) Premise: She caught a cold at the most inconvenient time. Rating / Category: General / Fluff, Pining Warning(s): Discussion of light illness Word Count: 748 words

Prompt: 29. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”

A/N: I currently have a busy schedule, so please bear with me as I (slowly) try to complete all of the requests! As always, special thanks to the anon that sent in this prompt. I love me some pining between my two dorks lol

“Haaa-choo!”

A sudden, forceful burst of air rushed through her nose and mouth for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. The sharp sound reverberated through Edenbrook’s deserted intern lounge, bouncing of its wall, reminding Marchia once again that no one wanted to be in close vicinity with her.

And, no, it was not because they hate her—it was because she had turned into a literal walking Petri dish, collecting germs left and right.

Lush viridescent jungle within her eyes, usually twinkling with life, had been replaced by a dozy haze that threatened to knock her out at any moment. Her runny red snout itched with a burning, agonizing sensation. Thousands of heavy machinery wreaked havoc inside her head, hammering against her skull, thoroughly persistent in making her life a living hell.

Despite every horrible feeling that was coursing through her veins, attacking her immune system and causing her to feel even worse, Marchia had refused to acknowledge the hard truth: she was indeed sick.

She had always thought that there was no time to catch a cold or feel indisposed as an intern. Long hours at the hospital, studying for the intern exam, finishing mountains of paperwork—being sick was not, and never will be, in her agenda of being an intern. She would rather spend her valuable twenty four hours per day on something else, thank you very much.

Thus, her only option right now was to power through this slight inconvenience and continue working on her patient charts. A flimsy plan, really, but it seemed to be working quite pleasantly well—

“Haaa-chooo!”

Or not.

Shoulders deflating, she reached inside her bag to grab another pack of tissues. Her tired soul had already traveled to her abode—vividly imagining that sweet, tempting bed that has been calling her the moment she left.

“Haaaa—” she inhaled, giving in to the tingling sensation. “Chooo!”

This time around, there was someone replying to her tiresome sneezes.

“Go home, Rookie.”

His soft, soothing voice—unlike the usual one he would normally use as Doctor Terminator—was not something that she could miss.

“I still have my charts to—”

“Go,” he reiterated, feet shuffling closer to where she sat. “Home.”

“Only a few more,” she retorted, unwilling to be defeated by this silly disease. “I can finish my charts, do a little bit of lab work, then I could go—”

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.”

His frank words landed with a heavy thud.

Ever since she moved to Boston, all alone, there was no one to look out for her—not that she personally asked anyone to do it anyway. She would offer her warmth and attention to her rather new, yet close friends here, but that does not mean that she would expect each and every one of them to return her kindness.

But somehow, being on the receiving end of Ethan’s unexpected tenderness, prompted an adorable blush that grew brighter on her cheeks with each passing second.

Without realizing it, he had stood right in front of her, holding a brown paper bag that was clutched tightly to his side.

“Here,” he offered the small bag, unknowingly putting his most heartfelt smile on display, only for her to see. “Your medicine, prescribed for three days. You’ll have the day off tomorrow, so please rest.”

She paused a beat to fully understand what was happening.

His hand met hers, warm and gentle, lingering longer than it should. They reveled in the small comfort of being able to touch one another, to feel their skin triumphantly unite. Their gaze locked, and for a fraction of a moment, her stomach was in knots and he was the only person that mattered in this whole world.

Blinking out of her daze, she replied, “Thank you.”

Ethan gave her a brief nod, schooling his features back to his default stoic expression as he turned around to walk out. How she wished that he could be the one taking her home instead, taking care of her, showering her with all the love she could get.

Yet he was only her attending, and she was only his intern.

Suddenly, he paused mid-step.

“Doctor Bisognin,” he murmured, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. He looked genuinely concerned, as though he was afraid of something. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

Inside her torso, there was an explosion of traitorous butterflies.

“I will, Doctor Ramsey.”

Additional A/N: Again, I’m sorry that I have been suuuuper late in replying everyone’s reblog, asks, and messages, but I promise I will catch up and reply everything! Sending all my love to y’all, thank you for being patient with me 🤍

I’ll be tagging in a separate post!

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rises the moon (Josh Kiszka x Reader)

here’s a fluffy smut pice for y'all about the hottest man alive, Josh Kiszka! Let me know if you like it and want to see more of this stuff, I had a lot of fun writing it! Anyways....enjoy!

WARNINGS: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, the usual

“C’mon babe! Let's celebrate a little!” you nagged your sweaty, grinning boyfriend. Josh Kiszka was the love of your life, and had been since you met three years ago. It was a warm August night and he had just gotten done performing his first show in months.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let loose a bit” he replied with a grin. “I’m kinda tired though so do you mind if it’s just the two of us?”

“I guess I could tolerate that” you tease.

After about another hour of hearing people congratulate the boys and helping pack up it was time to go. You were able to make it to the car without being swarmed by fans, but still stopping for a few photos. You offered to drive so that Josh could sleep for a little bit. Finally you pulled up to the little bungalow you and Josh had started living in a few months ago. It only made sense for the two of you to live together since you were practically inseparable.

Entering through the garage you kicked off your shoes as Josh questioned what you had in mind.

“Well I was thinking we could put on a record and maybe cook some food? Maybe even enjoy a glass of wine if you’re feeling wild”

“You know me baby, I’m always wild!” he responds, doing a weird voice that you rolled your eyes at, but deep down you loved it.

“I think the term feral suits you better” you quip, pulling him in for an embrace.

He rests his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing deeply. You know how stressed and anxious he has been these past few weeks leading up to the show, and it made you so happy to see him finally relaxing. Silently your bodies part ways and he makes his way over to your extensive vinyl collection in the living room. He’s flipping through records when you run up to your bedroom and come back down the stairs, hands hiding behind your back.

“Hey Frodo, I have a little surprise for you”

“Oh boy what could it be, a sacred ring or some shit?” he says without looking up, putting a Fleet Foxes record on the turntable.

“Sorry for calling you a hobbit, I just wanted to make sure I got your attention.” you say as he finally makes his way over to you.

From behind your back you pull out a single joint and a lighter, one you had hand decorated with little stars and a moon. On it you had written in gold Sharpie “You are my sun”.

“Babe this is so amazing!” he says while taking the lighter in his hand and flipping it around. Josh was always keeping your sketches and random doodles that you thought nothing of, so you thought you’d put them on something he’d get use out of.

“I’m sorry I know it’s small, I just wanted to give you a little something to say congrats.”

“Are you kidding mama?! I love it, you didn’t have to do anything!” he assures you before pulling you in for a kiss.

“I will definitely be putting this to good use, but I think we should break it in now” he says before pulling you over to the couch and putting the joint between his lips.

He passes it to you and you inhale deeply, letting the sweet smoke fill your lungs. This was an activity you and Josh liked to partake in when you had a stressful day, or when you were going on an adventure, or anytime really. Not that either of you weren’t already very laid back and silly.

After a few minutes of the two of you passing the joint back and forth it was gone, and you ashed it out in the tray on the coffee table, setting the lighter to rest beside it.

“God that was a really great present actually, I just wish there was a way I could repay you” Josh says turning to face you.

“It’s a gift, you don’t need to repay me!” you tell him, starting to feel the effects of the weed.

“But you see I’m just a giving person, and what I’d like to give to you right now is a mind blowing orgasm” Josh says, and you can’t help but burst out laughing. You cover your face with your hands before facing him and saying “Kiszka you are such a dork, you’re lucky I find you so attractive!”

Both of you are grinning as your lips collide and after a minute of making out you pull back.

“After some deep consideration, I’ve come to the conclusion that that is an offer i just can’t refuse”

“Oh my love you are in for a treat!” he tells you before pulling you onto his lap.

Your hips start to move against his involuntarily, and you can feel him growing harder beneath his shorts. You tug at the hem of his white shirt and he lifts his arms up so you can pull it off him. Once again you break the kiss to move down on to your knees, ready to tease him with your mouth.

“Oh no princess, none of that tonight. All I really want to do is taste you so you better get your ass on this couch” he says with a small laugh.

You giggle as you get back on the sofa, barely able to contain your excitement. He unbuttons your pants and awkwardly yanks them off, causing you both to laugh. Quickly, his face becomes more serious as he concentrates on running his fingers up and down on the inside of your thighs, lightly ghosting around where you need him most.

“Joshua please” you whimper as you throw your head back, becoming more and more frustrated by his teasing.

“Sorry baby, I was just admiring how wet you already are. Was it from me?”

“Mhmm” you moan in response, tilting your head back down to make eye contact with him.

“Well I suppose I could treat you, since you’ve been such a good girl” he smirks before pulling your panties to the side, running his middle finger up and down your slit.

His teeth bite at his bottom lip as he darts his eyes from your wet center and back up to your eyes. You’re unable to take your eyes off of him, the sight of him alone is enough to make you come.

Slowly, he pushes his middle finger in, down to the last knuckle, letting it sit there a moment before he starts to pump it in and out of you at a lazy pace. Your walls contract around him as your eyes start to tear up, desperate for more.

“Josh more please” you plead with him. Instantly he attaches his lips to your clit, the motion all too familiar to him, the hairs above his lip and on his chin adding extra sensation. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud as his finger speeds up it’s pace. You can feel the heat start to pool in your stomach as he continues his actions. He adds a second finger, taking a moment to pull his mouth away and use his free hand to pull your panties to the side more. He dives back in, more concentrated than ever, fingers curling up to hit the delicate spot inside of you. You can see him rutting against the couch and it’s enough to make you throw your head back and let out a loud and rather pornographic moan.

“I think I’m gonna-” you start to say as the fire in your belly builds.

“It’s okay baby, you can do it, cum for me” he says, flashing his gorgeous smile quickly before returning his lips to your clit, moaning around it, sending delicious vibrations through your body. Your fingers lace through his curls as his fingers pump at an insane speed, sending you over the edge.

Your body shakes as stars form behind your closed eyelids, every part of you basked in complete euphoria, oblivious to everything around you. After a minute you open your eyes as you whimper at the feeling of Josh dragging his fingers out of you, but the feeling of his breath still hot against your clit.

You look down to see Josh with his eyes closed, partially hunched over as his hands rest on his knees, your juices gleaming on his tan skin.

“Wow, I owe you one, that was fucking amazing” you sigh.

“I’d love that, but I’m gonna have to take a rain check, seems my problem took care of itself” he says, cheeks turning red.

You look down to see a dark spot on his green shorts, realizing that he was experiencing just as much pleasure from pleasuring you.

“Joshua Michael Kiszka, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life!” you say before pulling him into a kiss, the taste of you lingering on his lips. The thought of him getting off from eating you out alone drove you wild, he really fucking loves you.

“God I’ve never been more tired and content in my life” he says as his arms find their way around you, head burying into your neck.

“Well my prince, why don't you go upstairs and get in bed while I get you a glass of water and a snack”

“Oh my god, how did I get this lucky?” he says

“I ask myself the same thing everyday” you say before giving him one last kiss.

“You are my moon”

“And you my sun”

And you meant every bit of it.

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