#since my slur take Is pretty extreme

[distortedwhite]

what if i do it anyway. he's a himbo and i love him <333

[coryosbaby]

Cw: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), intoxication/drug use, a bit suggestive . Slight angst . Soft Rafe <3

Rafe, he thinks, fell in love with you before the drugs.

He shouldn’t of— and for obvious reason. You were perfect, an angel. But you were Rose’s daughter.

He tried to pry the thoughts away, at first. Tried not to think about your kindness, your innocence, your pretty eyes — your ass, your tits, your cunt. But it wasn’t long before they utterly consumed him.

Another day it was, in the Cameron household: Rafe, coming home, completely coked out of his mind, drunk, and clattering around in the kitchen. He didn’t know what he was looking for, just knows that it had something to do with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter.

It would’ve been almost funny if he didn’t look so distraught to you. When you came down the stairs you knew the noises were Rafe. He always did this; you’d have to clean him up, put him to bed— sometimes you’d cook for him. But that was when he was in your good graces.

“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?” You groaned, rubbing your eyes sleepily. He hadn’t woken you up, but you were extremely tired. You had wanted to wait up for him because he promised to go on a 7/11 run with you when everyone was asleep and then watch a few movies.

And as usual, he broke his fucking promises.

It angered you, but when Rafe turned around and greeted you with that beautiful intoxicated smile, your frustration wavered when you saw the way his eyes seemed to light up.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Hi, Rafael.”

He frowned, knowing you only called him that when you were aggravated at him. He stumbled drunkly when he tried to approach you. You made sure to catch him by his arm.

“God, you’re wasted,” you said. “Do you feel sick?”

“I did…” he slurred. “But ‘m better now that my favorite girl is here.”

Your face became flushed at his words, but you pulled yourself out of your wandering thoughts and dragged the boy over to the couch. He plopped down onto the cushions, grunting.

“‘M tired..” he murmured.

“Gotta check you for any cuts, first.”

You usually checked him out so you could make sure he wasn’t fighting anyone or getting any bad injuries; he was likely to not even feel it until morning, and when he got a disgusting cut on his ankle once it had got infected and he had to be sent to the hospital. You’ve cleaned up his wounds since then.

And of course, taking his palm into your hand, you found that he had a medium sized cut on his palm. You sighed.

“Any idea how you got this?” You asked.

“No sir, doctor, sir.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love me.”

It was true, but you just let out a scoff and went to get the first aid kit from one of the cabinets in the nearest bathroom. Pulling out the proper cleaning materials, you got on your knees in front of Rafe and began to care for his wound. He was almost in a daze as you did this; you looked even better when he did a line or two. He’d mistaken you for an angel quite a few times.

“You’re ‘s pretty.” He whispered.

You couldn’t help but smile. You didn’t say anything until you could see that his eyes were shut and his breathing had calmed. You looked up at him and lightly slapped the side of his cheek.

“Rafe— you can’t go to sleep yet.” You stated calmly. He opened his eyes, just a tiny bit, and a grin spread across his face when he saw your doe eyes staring up at him.

“Sorry, sweets. Couldn’t help it.”

You finally wrapped some gauze around his cut. Made sure to press a kiss to it. He always gave you hell if you didn’t.

“Cmon. Gotta get you upstairs.” you said.

Rafe yawned and stretched when he stood up, and you grabbed his hand so you could guide him up to his room. It was immediate when he saw his king sized bed, and he made sure to strip down to his briefs and climb under the covers. You tried not to stare too long at his chiseled chest or his pretty sculpted muscles. You were about to leave when his fingers grabbed your wrist and wrapped tightly around it.

“Stay,” he murmured. “Don’t want you to go, momma.”

The nickname isn’t one he used often, but on nights like this he let it slip up once or twice. You didn’t mind it; in fact, it was quite cute.

“I shouldn’t,” you replied.

“Please.”

You couldn’t say no when he begged like that, with those puppy dog eyes. You had already gotten into your pajamas earlier in the night and done your skincare routine so you didn’t really have anything left to do. You climbed in beside the boy, laid down beside his half naked body. You didn’t trust yourself or him to be in the same bed, but exhaustion was taking over you and you just wanted to sleep.

“Happy?”

“Mhm..”

He looked up at you, dazed. He stared at your lips almost intensely. It wasn’t long before his breath was hot against your lips and he was trying to lean in.

You move away from it, from his kiss. You couldn’t do that with him. You knew how wrong it was.

“Don’t. Please,” you murmured to him. Rafe looked saddened, pained, at your rejection.

“Give me one kiss,” he pleaded. His thumb came up to run over your bottom lip. Your face was on fire. “Just one, I promise. I can’t keep going on like this forever, without one kiss.”

You wanted to kiss him; you wanted it so badly that it hurt. You had wanted it since the first year that you moved in and saw him sitting at the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal every morning. You’ had wanted him since he taught you how to roll your first joint, took you to your first high school party.

You always wanted him.

You gave him what he begged for. It was small, feather light and like angel wings against Rafe’s lips. He went back in for another one; he knew he promised just one, but as usual, the boy didn’t keep his promises.

You let him, though. And it felt nice. He peppered them along your neck, too, after that. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and the cologne he used as he did it. It left electric shocks along your skin.

After one more sloppy kiss against your jugular, he pulled away and buried his face into your neck sweetly.

You didn’t know how you were going to look at him in the morning. You didn’t know if he even remembered the next day.

He did, though. He remembered all of it. In fact, he made sure to get you back in his room and kiss you even more the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that.

You were so fucked.

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[soobieboobie-lvr]

POV: giving Soobin a handjob

A/N : just a short lil thing i dug up from my drafts for y'all to enjoy while i write my next soobie fic :)

pairing : sub!soobin x dom!gnreader

warnings : nsfw, strong lanuage, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, , mommy kink!, hot but fluffy and sweet :3, Soobin is just a cutie, y/n calls him 'bun/ny' and babyboy, handjob [m recieving]

it always starts with the little touches - mainly you just unable to keep your hands off of his gentle, silky skin, running your fingers down his lean yet soft torso over his little abs or feeling up his arms.

and poor soobie always gets so flustered from it - no matter how long you two have been together, he always feels and acts like it's his first time being touched.

being the sensitive sweetie that he is, of course the littlest things you do evoke tingles to course through his body, quickly trailing down south 🤭. he gets so hard so easily, bless.

he's never one to initiate anything though. he could be the neediest and the horniest and the most aroused he's ever been in his life, but he'd never be the guy to ask for you to touch him. not until you offer.

he's too polite to. in a way he's ashamed about it, in a way he hopes you won't notice, but deep down he hopes you do.

and you use that just to tease him. is it a bit sadistic? sure, but seeing him cuddle your arm nuzzling his squishy little cheeks into your shoulder while his legs are crossed trying not to hump your thigh like a pathetic little puppy is so precious.

soobinnie will just sit there with a slight pout on his blushed face and the glossiest eyes while he tries to still listen to whatever you're talking about. he gets so fiddly and squirmy and restless though, which is another dead give away.

kisses and cuddles will melt this boy like butter. you'd start with one on his forehead, then his cheek, then to his lips where he'd whimper a little after you pull away

it's that which always seems to break you, and you bite your lip asking him is everything okay bunny? tell mommy what's wrong..

and just like that his eyes widen knowing fully well that you know something, but its just so humiliating for him to admit anything. you make him so nervous, he can barely get his words out!

he'd babble dumbly until finally managing to drop a hint, his lips pouting and pursing so prettily as he looks down at his lap, unable to look you in the eyes he's so embarrassed. he mumbles under his breath, words slurred by his pouted lips saying 'm f-fine- just- just love you so much i- hmpfh~

it's always a struggle to get his words out when he's like this, he'd notice your cunning smirk and how you lay a hand on his thigh. he'd shiver at the contact, and surveil how as you sweet-talk him how your hand shifts higher and higher

poor bunny cant help but make pretty noises too, his hand glued to his mouth muffling his whines, and once you finally press your palm against his extremely obvious bulge asking him is this whats making you so restless babyboy?, soobin crumbles.

he'd nod wordlessly, his heartrate speeding up, unable to make eyecontact with you. his chest rises and falls breathing heavy through his nose as you begin to palm him through his sweatpants or jeans or whatever he chose to wear that day.

it wouldn't take him long before whimpering mommy~ into his hand - and you'd ask him what's that my love? i can't hear you~ though you knew fully well what he said.

once you slowly drag the hemline of his pants down, his cock springs up to attention and you gawk teasingly like you'd never seen it before; almost mocking him for getting so hard

obviously for a big boy like him, his cock is proportionate - nearing 7 inches, shades of pink and tan painting his most delicate spots, always clean shaved or lightly stubbled since he likes to keep everything clean and soft.

you'd coo at him, calling him a poor bun~, rhetorically asking him how did my sweet boy get so hard hm? which makes his cock twitch immediately, whining in humiliation but he loves it deep down.

once you take the length in your hand he'd nuzzle his face into your shoulder and occasionally look down with those pouty lips ajar, cheeks flushed pink, eyes clouded with desire as you pump him slowly, focusing thumb movements on his tip which drove him wild.

s-so good~ p-please~ t-thank you mommy~ he'd exhale all high pitched and desperate with stammered babbles. you'd chuckle almost evily, and drape your arm around his shoulders, holding him close as you pump him towards his climax.

the amount of time of which he last varies - but usually he's pretty quick to reach orgasm, bless him. sometimes you like to deny him his orgasm a couple times just to drag out the fun longer. each time he's left whining, begging, sobbing, but it means when he finally cums, it's almost sedative.

he tends to cum a lot too - makes sense as him being so touch and attention starved until he met you, a lot has pent up.

once his climax washes over him, poor baby can't help but buck his hips up pathetically into your hand, spilling the prettiest white ropes that trickle down his length and over your fist which he always apologizes for - he feels so naughty making a mess.

it's such a sight seeing his face - cheeks all flushed, doe eyes squinted into slits, his lip bitten behind his bunny teeth trying to silence his noises but it's no use.

and soobie isn't necessarily obnoxiously loud, his tendency to whimper and mewl into your shoulder keeps his pretty noises between you two, but it's still heavenly to hear him as he succumbs to your touches.

[fuckmyskywalker]

Dilf!Anakin — Part II.

— CW: Dilf!Anakin x Younger!Reader ;). Modern!AU, Smut, 18+!, Anakin is divorced, and obviously touch starved. Blowjobs, minor facefucking, cum swallowing. || Part I

— a/n: part II! Yay! Ssssorry for not uploading it sooner, I'm currently moving my whole life across the country and it's been a bit stressful. Anyways. I hope you like it and they definitely gonna get hornier in part 3! ;). Reminder that requests are open even for this dynamic so yeah, I need em.

It's been a week since Anakin last saw you, and the memory of your lips on top of his haunts him every single night.

He keeps telling himself to get a grip, he's too old for this, or at least that's what he thinks. He shouldn't make any illusions, and yet he does.

Every time he has a notification he checks his phone looking almost desperate and instantly, Anakin reprimands himself. Why is he so eager? What can you possibly have that has him so hooked?

So while he waits outside your house, his hands sweating over the steering wheel, he has to scold himself down, because now he feels like a teenager on his second date. The second you walk towards his vehicle he can't stop the smile from lingering over his lips. You look exceptionally beautiful, although Anakin knows that you just carry a natural form of beauty, but tonight? He believes you surpassed that limit.

Then he feels extremely corny, and embarrassed.

Oh, and underdressed.

"Hi" You say with a shy smile, seating on the passenger side with that bright smile that has his heart racing.

"Hey" Anakin replies, giving you a little smile.

He wants to ask how are you, what you did throughout the day, how can you be so fucking gorgeous? But he just... stares.

"I missed you" You add, the slightest hint of a blush covering your cheeks.

Anakin has to take a mental note, to engrave that pretty sight of you blushing in his memory forever.

"I missed you too" He replies, placing a hand on your thigh by pure instinct. It feels right, but immediately regrets it. Wasn't he being too blunt?

Again, as if you read his mind, the moment you see him retracting his hand, you place yours on top of him, your thumb tracing small circles over the back of his hand.

"Shall we go?"

He doesn't need you to tell him twice.

When you two exit the bar, he has to guide you with a hand around your waist, while he carries your heels in his free hand.

He helps you buckle your seatbelt, while you lay your head in the seat smiling to yourself.

"I like you" Your voice is slightly slurred, but it carries a certain sweetness that has Anakin dropping his keys to his feet.

"You do?" He asks after he picks them up, looking at you from the driver side.

"Hmm" You nod, closing your eyes.

"I like you too" Anakin mutters, lowering the manual brake and beginning the drive to your place.

After a joyful night of listening to you talk, laugh and talk again, Anakin feels even more convinced and allured to your persona. He can't quite put a finger on it, but you are like no one he has ever met before.

He steals quick glances every now and then, admiring how your eyes are now wide open and staring at the road, lost in your own thoughts. Once again, just like he felt on the first date he shared with you, he hates this sour feeling of departure. He wishes he could keep you all night by his side.

He parks outside your house, helping you unclasp the seatbelt and ready to walk down his vehicle to open the door for you; But your hand on his thigh stops him from doing so.

"Wait" You speak, staring at him dead in the eye, and it shouldn't make him nervous but it does. Your glassy eyes are piercing his soul. Anakin could get lost in your eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

"I didn't thanked you for paying… again" Your voice sounds somewhat embarrassed, and he finds it absolutely adorable.

"You don't have to thank me anything" Anakin shrugs. "It's my pleasure"

"Is it?" Your question has him spiraling, not because the words but by the change in your voice. There's no trace of embarrassment, instead there's a… hint of sultriness.

"It is" He confirms, nodding and instantly noticing how your face is slowly inching towards his.

"Still…" You breathe right in front of his face with half lidded eyes. "Let me… thank you" Before Anakin is able to protest, your lips hover on top of his.

This is probably the first time Anakin is taken back by a kiss. He wastes no time on cupping your cheek and pressing you closer, venturing into the abyss of your lovable kiss. Your tongue traces his lower lip and he parts his mouth with pleasure, allowing your tongues to intertwine and slide against each other.

Anakin gasps against your lips when your hands find the buckle of his belt and struggle with it. He pulls away momentarily, staring into your beautiful eyes. "You don't have to do this to thank me…" A sting of guilt pierces his stomach, but the fire in your eyes hushes every doubt.

"I want to" You whisper, licking his lower lip. "Please"

Right there, he snaps.

"Fuck" Anakin mutters under his breath, kissing you again with more force this time, as the little restraint he has left begins to crumble.

Your fingers pop up his jeans and fight with his zipper, palming him over his boxers. Anakin hisses and his hips buckle against your hand, sending a wave of desire straight to your core. Anakin is trying so hard not to reveal how needy he is for your touch, it's been... probably more than a year since someone else besides himself touched him in such a way.

He's hard in no time. Forcing a moan to the tip of your tongue at the weight and size of his dick in your palm. He's definitely bigger than you imagined.

Your fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers and drag them down impatiently. His large length springs free and Anakin's breath hitches at the feeling. His cheeks are flushed and his chest is heaving a bit, staring at you with narrowed blue eyes.

Your eyes on the other hand, remain locked on his impressive girth, your mouth salivating at the thought of burying his cock deep inside your mouth.

Without hesitation you wrap a hand around the base, delighted by the weak moan that escapes his lips. "You're way bigger than I imagined" You communicate your dirty fantasies with a quiet voice, and Anakin is clearly affected by them, biting his lip.

"Yeah?" He asks breathlessly, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you begin to stroke him slowly.

Enough words.

Lowering your face, the flat side of your tongue meets his already leaking tip and Anakin curses in the hot air of the car, a hand flying over your head to keep you still. Complying, you begin to suck on the swollen tip of his cock urging more of those delightful noises.

You venture lower and down, until half of his cock is inside your wet mouth, making him bend and close his eyes. Anakin is trying so hard not to blow his load right there. Your heavenly mouth is what's making it difficult.

That's why, when you manage to deepthroat all of him, Anakin's loud groan of pleasure loosen all the little self restraint he had. His hand over your head tangles his fingers around your hair, securing a tight grip on it and forcing your mouth up and down his cock. His actions took you by surprise but this newfound rough treatment is more than welcomed. You moan and gag around his cock making him throb and pant your name in ragged breaths. Anakin is in heaven, he is absolutely melting by the sight and the sound and the fucking feeling of your tight throat constricting his dick.

His hips begin to raise over and over in an obvious attempt of pushing his length further down your throat. Your hand squeezes his thigh for leverage and your eyes roll in clear pleasure of being used by the man you fucked your own desperate pussy in those nights when all you could do was text him.

Anakin's moans become louder and unstable, as his hips begin to falter. Your throat feels raw but his cock feels harder than it has ever been. Your scalp burns where he has that iron grip on your hair but your panties are soaking wet that they will be a pain in the ass to wash.

"I'm gonna come" He whispers in between moans and groans, letting his head back and biting his lip. A small bead of sweat runs down his brow, down his scar and gives him a delicious, fucked up look.

Instead of pushing yourself away from him, you hollow your cheeks around his cock silently asking him to do it in your mouth. Anakin doesn't even hesitate, with his pearly white teeth sinking into his lower lip and his dick throbbing one last time before he presses your face against the base of his cock, almost bawling your name in a cry of pleasure and desire.

His large cock throbs and releases thick ropes of cum inside your throat, almost choking you with the insane amount he manages to spurt. He might as well been holding up for a while now.

You swallow every single drop, and not content with that, your tongue traces his overworked cock in an attempt to leave him clean, making Anakin sigh at the feeling.

You return to your seat, staring at him and admiring how pretty he looks with his hair all messy, glowing with a thin layer of sweat and red cheeks, staring at you with a hungry smile.

"I should be the one thanking you" Anakin whispers, placing his large hand over your thigh. He licks his lips almost in a predatory manner. "For being such a good girl"

"It was my pleasure" You manage to reply despite the burn of your throat.

"My kids will be away with their mother for the weekend... wanna stay over at my place?" He offers, his hand itching upwards and dangerously reaching your center.

"I can't wait."

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes!

[wittyminds]

Golden Hour - James Potter

Anonymous request:

also, i dunno if you’re still active, since it’s been a while, BUTTT james potter with a girlfriend taking care of him after he’s at a party?

James Potter x Girlfriend Reader

Warnings - Fluff, fluff and more fluff

A/N

sorry it's been ages since my last post, i needed time to do exams, mental health stuff etc and this was distracting me from school (i say that and im supposed to be studying for an exam tomorrow). i am trying to answer the prompts people gave me and i apologise again for the extremely long wait. i understand if you're a little annoyed or have forgotten about asking in the first place. this isn't my best story i'll admit and it is a little short but... i tried :/

You can't remember how long the party had gone on for but, by the time you climb the stairs to the dormitory to crash, the clocks read 2 o'clock. You probably could've stayed longer if Sirius hadn't been flirting with you drunkenly or if your boyfriend, James, hadn't started singing a cappella ABBA. Not that he's a bad singer. He just gets a bit... friendly towards everyone around him.

After wrestling your way through the crowd, you now stand overlooking the party, fighting the urge to facepalm at your boyfriend as he prances about the room.

You carry yourself to your room, changing into your comfies and burrowing down into your blankets. A book that has been gathering dust on your table catches your interest and just as you slide the bookmark out, a loud thump against the door causes you to nearly jump out of your skin.

Springing from your bed, you slowly make your way to the door, fight or flight responses going crazy. Of course, it could just be one of your roommates. They were light drinkers and after a couple drinks they all went down like dominoes. Or it could be Sirius coming to ask if you want another drink or a dance.

You shake your head at the thought and open the door, staring up at the boy swaying in the dim light.

His large frame crashes through the door, almost crushing you.

"James!" You put your hands out to stop him from going any further forward and he staggers, trying to keep his balance.

His brow furrows as he looks around, clearly confused by his surroundings and you can't help but laugh slightly at the sight.

"Hang on.." His voice slurs and he stumbles over his feet again, "This isn't the boy's dorm."

You place your hands on his chest and steady him, "No. No it's not."

"Oh.." He steps back unsteadily into the hall, leaving you to follow him in case of an accident.

By the time you both reach the boy's dormitory, the only victims of his drunken state were an innocent coffee table, a series of butterbeer bottles and a terrified first year who just wanted to go to bed.

You practically carry him to his room, which proves a difficult task given he is nearly twice your size. He mumbles something as you lay him down but not even he seems to know what he's rambling on about.

"Right," You say softly, tucking his blankets over him like a child, "Go to sleep, you idiot."

He smiles a smile that scrunches his nose and you mirror him, giggling quietly.

"You're pr'tty."

Your smile falters slightly and try to stop the blush rising to your cheeks.

You had almost forgotten about his shameless honesty when drunk. Sure, it was nice to hear but he could warn you a little before springing the charm on you. He knows how easily you blush and was constantly using to his advantage.

When you turn to face him, he is still staring at you with large puppy dog eyes and a lazy smile that warms your heart. With a roll of your eyes, you walk back over and perch on the edge of the bed.

"Come again, Jamie?" Your voice was quiet but sweet and his crooked grin made the blush come back in a warm rush.

"You're pretty." His words are less slurred this time and you brush a hand over his hair, sweeping it out of his eyes fondly.

"I think you need to sleep, love." You murmur, trying to ignore the urge to fall asleep curled next to him, "You'll regret it tomorrow if you don't."

"Ugh." His face screws up and you giggle softly at the animated response, "You sound just like Moony!"

You roll your eyes again and just as you stand up, he makes a clumsy grab for your hand and pulls you back. You land on his chest and see him holding back a grunt of surprise from the impact.

You laugh out an apology and he looks away drowsily, clearly away to fall asleep.

"G'night, Jamie." His eyelids flutter and he forces his eyes open.

"What? I'm not sleepy!" He cries, voice scratchy already and rubs an eye with one hand, the other pulling you closer.

"Seriously?" You can't help but play along with his game.

"Mhm." He nods his head, "I could stay up for hours!"

His eyes droop again and his breathing grows heavy.

"Jamie?"

"Mhm?"

"You're falling asleep."

He doesn't reply and when you look up, his eyes are closed.

Taking the opportunity, you attempt to climb off of him but his arm is like a vice and you groan, silently cursing his stubbornness. Your head falls against his chest, his heartbeat filling your ears and you find yourself relaxing at the sound.

The golden glow of the candles sends a warm light over James and you can't help but stare at his still form, taking in every detail. The light dusting of freckles across his nose and the faint trace of a scar from a Quidditch match in his third year.

This is your own perfect golden hour, the two of you snuggled up with the smell of butterbeer and autumn outside.

You wait for his snores to fill the room but they don't come. Had he finally stopped snoring? Or was he trying to prove he wasn't sleeping?

"I'm gonna marry you one day."

His voice breaks the silence and your heart flutters at the words. You look up at your boyfriend and cuddle in closer to his side, wanting to stay in this moment forever. Just the two of you in your own perfect world.

[hwapetals]

impulsive thoughts

pairing - best friend!yunho x reader genre - fluff warning(s) - drinking (i dont drink so im not sure how drunk people act ngl), swearing, vague hint that yunho and reader like each other??? idk i wrote this weirdly summary - after a drinking session, you and yunho end up walking in the rain together. author's note - was thinking abt yunho in the crazy form mv and decided to write something cute???? also not proofread.. erm.. word count - 1501 words

oh, dear, you just knew your liver and head was going to hate you the next day.

you had agreed to go out with yunho, your best friend, to drink because why not? it was always guaranteed to be a good way to spend time with the one person you liked the most.

yunho clinked his full glass of beer with yours, chugging at least half of it in one go. you decided to take your time, sipping on the beer. you both were already pretty tipsy, leaning against each other in front of the bar.

"we should go soon, the bartender is looking at us weird," you whispered to yunho, who turned to look at said bartender.

"you're right," he mumbled back, not very inconspiciously but it's not like the bartender could have heard your little conversation anyways. "but, one more drink."

one more drink eventually turned to three, but after several more dirty looks, you just decided to leave anyways. it was a bit disorientating in a way to get off the chair, your body twisting oddly to step onto the ground.

on the contrary, yunho seemed to have no problem, probably because his feet were already on the ground anyways. yunho was visibly tipsy, not because he was tripping but because his face was an extremely bright shade of red.

yunho took the lead, guiding you to the entrance. you kept on bumping into tables, apologizing to nothing in particular. yunho had to hold back his laughter, finding it the funniest thing ever in his drunk state.

when he opened the door, you were met with the sight of a lot of stairs (exaggerated), going downwards in a spiral arrangement.

"careful," yunho mumbled, holding the small of your back lightly as you stumbled, stepping down the stairs that lead down to the hidden entrance of the bar, literally almost falling off, although there was a railing at the side.

the familiar noise of raindrops hitting against glass and metal could be heard from inside, and it sounded unrelenting.

"did you bring an umbrella?" yunho asked, his words slightly slurred as you clung onto him, carefully stepping down the stairs (you kind of didnt want to stumble again) as your vision blurred from being intoxicated. you shook your head roughly, regretting it as it made you a little nauseous.

all yunho could do was sigh, because he had also forgotten to bring an umbrella. he opened his mouth, before closing it again, not knowing what to say.

"in my defense," you hiccuped softly, pointing to the ground. "the weather app said it wouldn't rain! it lied."

yunho chuckled at your childish reaction, squeezing your side lightly. it wasn't like he was gonna scold you anyways, you were too precious to him. if it were anyone else, he would've probably said something.

"looks like we need to walk back to mine while it rains, since it's a lot closer by," yunho replied, letting go of you to open the door at the bottom of the stairwell, stepping out under the shade as he held the door open.

when you stepped out, he moved over to the edge of the covered area, holding out his hand. yunho winced slightly, furrowing his eyebrows together as he felt how heavy the rain was.

"what's wrong?" you asked, moving over to him, looking up at him with a curious stare. "you look angry."

"no, no, i'm not angry. just worried," yunho quickly responded, almost in a defensive manner. "i don't want you getting sick, you know."

"oh, really? i haven't gotten sick in a while," you lied in a joking way, holding onto his arm. "cmon, it'll be fun to walk in the rain!"

yunho quickly gave in, knowing that you were right, and proving the theory that he would do anything you asked. he just liked you that much.

in about a minute or so, the both of you were already partially drenched from the rain, stepping through the dark alleyway. the only thing illuminating the area was some old looking streetlamps, mounted on the brick walls at constant intervals.

your body shivered slightly from the cold, but you seemed happy, kind of skipping as you and yunho's arms were hooked together.

"tonight's nice, isn't it? i really like rain," you rambled slightly, looking up at the moon. the rain was starting to sober you up, but not much. yunho laughed, nodding in agreement.

"it really is nice, rain is always so calming. until it starts hailing," yunho joked, a soft laugh bubbling out of your throat in response. "seriously! i got hit on the head once, i think there was a bump for at least three days."

"no wonder you wore a hat so often then, you looked like a soccer mom," you teased, poking his head. yunho scoffed, sputtering softly before poking your head back, deciding to be more annoying by poking your head several times.

"stop," you whined, slapping his hand away as he laughed at you, saying a half-hearted apology. "you're such an asshole."

"i know, but you love it," yunho poked your nose, you scrunching it up and complaining. it always brightened his day, seeing your reactions to his teasing.

"you're delusional," you groaned, leaning against him, a random sharp pain hitting you in the head. "ugh, i feel like, not drunk and drunk at the same time. my head just hurts randomly, but i still want to drink. maybe we should have left later."

yunho quietly pressed his index and middle finger against your temple, letting you lean against him as he applied some pressure.

"it's fine, we can drink more when we get back. we're close by anyways," yunho reassured you, but he probably wasn't going to let you drink more.

"you better, my tongue is practically begging for the taste of beer," you pulled away, the massaging of your temple making you feel better but it was starting to feel uncomfortable.

you walked near to the road, looking down at the puddles from the rain. you had an unexplainable urge to step into it, and so, you did. the water splashed onto your shoes and the bottom of your jeans.

to yunho, it also looked kind of fun. he felt as if he was supposed to be the more responsible of the two of you, but, man, it was tempting. he stopped abruptly, letting go of your hand and just jumped into the puddle, splashing water all over the place.

you squeaked, jumping back before stepping closer to join him. it was a very questionable sight, two young adults giggling like children as they jumped into a puddle, soaking their clothes even more. but to the both of you, it didn't really matter, it felt so fun.

after a little while, the both of you came to your senses, still giggling. if your socks weren't sopping wet yet, now it was.

wordlessly, the both of you got back onto the sidewalk, shuffling uncomfortably, but still deliriously happy.

"we should do that every time it rains," you suggested. yunho nodded furiously, knowing that mostly likely, this would probably happen again. "but, ew, i hate the feeling of wet socks."

"so do i, and now we've got dirt all over us," yunho also complained. the moment you made eye contact with him, made the both of you start to laugh once again, finding the whole situation just ridiculous.

yunho continued to lead you back to his home, holding onto your hand tightly as you engaged in small talk with him. honestly, you would have liked to talk and do more dumb shit with him, but you were definitely getting drowsy, and so was he.

when you arrived at his doorstep, he stuck his hand into his pocket, trying to find his keys, the wet fabric clinging to his skin tightly. he fished his keys out, before shaking his head almost like a dog trying to dry off, water flicking onto you and the wall.

you flinched, before slapping his arm, a cheeky grin on yunho's lips. of course, he did it on purpose to annoy you.

"make sure to take off your shoes, i'll cry if you get muddy footsteps in my apartment," yunho chided, pushing the key into the keyhole and twisting, the lock unlocking with a satisfying click.

"yeah, yeah, i got it," you brushed his words off, stepping on the heels of your shoes to get your foot out, messily kicking the shoes aside as you went into his home, yunho following after you with a squeak of his socks against the floor.

"fuck, i'm exhausted," yunho grumbled, a few hiccups escaping him as he slumped over, slouching slightly.

"so am i," you replied, feeling a little odd out of the blue, before you sneezed, burying your face into your elbow.

you had a nagging feeling that you would get sick the next day, but that was a problem for you (and yunho) tomorrow.

author's note (part 2) - i kinda hate how i wrote this so i may??? try to edit this in the future but its time for a nap (it's 3 am as of when i'm posting this) i hope u enjoy it although its kinda ass :3

[cass-the-mess]

Take Me Home

What if Price was the one to fall by the hands of Makarov?

This one is for @stararch4ngelqueen, my angst partner and the person who inspires me to write these things the most 🫡 ❤️

TW: Major character death, blood, gore, injury description, ANGST!! No happy ending here folks.

Pairing: Reader "Zero" X Captain John Price

AN: I'm using Zero as the callsign but this is an ALTERNATE ending to MW3, and therefore not canon to my current fic Callsign: Zero, this is also a drabble so stuff is probably not accurate since Price doesn't die in the OG version and this is my own my version of it.

Heavy droplets of rain trickle down your neck and into your already soaked gear, the raging storm around you not seeming to let up as you look into the scope of your rifle, your heartbeat thundering in your ears as you try to stay calm.

A crack of lightning flashes before you, the heavy rumble of the thunder making the ground shake dangerously below you, your breath hitches as you fight to contain the panic clawing at the back of your throat, the heavy ball of it resting uneasily in your chest, growing heavier and heavier with each passing second.

“Task Force, this is Zero, how copy?” You speak into the radio at your shoulder, a last-ditch effort to try and regain communication with your team. The dull buzzing from the communication device indicating the lack of connection from the other members.

You curse under your breath as tears of frustration start welling up in your eyes, a short sob escaping you as you hiccup quietly from your perch on the roof of the decrepit building you’re currently hiding on. Tears blur your eyes as you try to blink them away, scanning the empty road and buildings across you, waiting, hoping, praying that your team is safe somewhere out there.

“Z? Zero this is Gaz, how copy?” A rough voice coughs out suddenly through the radio, startling you out of your panic, you fumble with the device attached to your vest, almost dropping it in the process.

“Gaz? Gaz, this is Zero, what’s your position?” You rush out, pushing your earpiece further into your ear, straining to hear what’s happening on the other end of the line.

“Got roughed up pretty bad, caught a bullet, don’t know where the others are, we got separated I think, Price is going after Makarov alone.” He wheezes painfully, his words choppy and slurred as he tries to relay the information, your heart seizing up in your thorax.

“Fuck. Okay, don’t move, I’m coming to you, can you describe your surroundings?” You tell him, getting up from where you were hiding previously, the earlier plan going out the door now that that your team had been compromised.

“Y-Yeah, hmm fuck, ‘bout 250 meters north out from your position, last building on the street, blue car in the driveway, can’t miss it.” He tells you, pain evident in his voice.

“Gaz? Where’d you get shot, can you stop the bleeding until I get there?” You ask him, your panic growing at the pain in his voice.

“Yeah- s’just a graze on my side, not even bleeding that much, think I might’ve broke my leg though.” He chuckles dryly, groaning as you hear him shuffling on the ground, a sigh of relief forcing its way out of you.

“Zero- I, listen, call med evac for me, you need to go after Price, he won’t make it if he goes after Makarov alone, I don’t know where the rest of the team is, but you can’t let him do this alone.” He tells you, his tone suddenly extremely somber, you feel your stomach drop at his statement, the panic that had been steadily growing in you, suddenly wrapping its claws around your lungs and squeezing, forcing you to a stop.

“Gaz, what are you talking about?” You rasp out, your legs burning from exertion as you fly down the flights of stairs to get to the ground floor, urgency pushing you to your limit.

“Just. GO.” He whispers harshly into your earpiece, clicking his communication device off simultaneously. You barely have time to react when the rumbling of an explosion throws you off balance, launching you to the ground, the ground shaking with the force of it.

You gasp as you look into the distance at the damage, a fire burning bright through the night, flames licking up the sides of the structures surrounding them, almost blinding you with its brightness, making you choke on the force of your own emotions.

At that moment your radio comes back to life, a crackle of electricity going through it before you hear the voice of your fellow lieutenant almost screaming through it, you scramble at your equipment to grab it, pushing on the button on the side to open your end of the line.

“ZERO! WE NEED BACKUP, NOW! PRICE IS COMPROMISED, I REPEAT- PRICE HAS BEEN COMPROMISED.” He screams through, panic bleeding through each of his words, you can almost hear the fire burning so close to him through the radio.

“Ghost? I’m on way, calling med evac ASAP, where’s Makarov?” You question him as you start running through the rubble towards the burning inferno, adrenaline pumping through your veins and pushing you forward, no longer caring for stealth. You send out a distress signal, letting the evac team know that they need to come and prepare for casualties.

“He’s in that fucking building with the captain, we lost eyes on them when it exploded, Soap is wounded but he can still fight.” He tells you, his voice rough with emotion, panic betraying his usually calm façade.

You run through the abandoned streets of the area you’re in, the rain hitting your skin with more and more force the closer you get to the burning fire, the sting of each droplet making you wince as you push through your exhaustion, the only thing keeping you going is the need to bring everyone back to safety, your own panic temporarily forgotten.

You round one last corner and come face to face with the giant inferno, the flames growing more and more violent as the wind picks up, the heat almost too much to bear. You look around for a way into the burning building, your mind trying to come up with ways to get through to get the captain and get out.

“Through the back! There’s an opening through the back where the fire hasn’t reached yet!” A voice shouts from a distance, you turn around to watch as Ghost walks up to you, supporting Soap with one shoulder and supporting his gun with the other. You nod quickly as you start running towards the burning structure, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

You find the opening quickly, your head on a swivel as you take a rag from your pocket, covering your nose and mouth from the smoke engulfing the space around you. You don’t have time to push in, a massive body tackling you to the ground as another explosion rings out, the wind knocking out of you as your head hits the pavement, stars swimming in your eyes for a second.

You open your eyes and push the body off of you, not realizing who it is yet as you watch the remaining structure crumble to pieces, rubble falling to the ground, causing it to vibrate under your feet.

You turn around then, your eyes zeroing on the man at your feet, your breath punching out of you when you make out his features, the familiar outline of his beard melting in with the dirt coating his face, speckles of blood splattered on his skin.

You gasp, your legs giving out from under you as you try to reach him, tears blurring your vision as a sob escapes you, the reality of the situation suddenly hitting you full force. You tug at the equipment strapped to the man’s chest, a newfound urgency possessing you.

Thick, warm blood coats your gloves as a strangled gasp escapes him, his hands coming up to grasp yours, wild eyes trying to focus on your features, smearing blood further on you as his mouth moves below you, trying to form words to no avail, he starts to cough then, choking on the liquid slowly filling his thoracic cavity, drowning.

“John! Please John! No, no, no. Come on, stay with me captain.” You scream, ripping off your gloves to try and pinpoint the source of the bleeding, his gasps becoming more and more strangled, bloody fingers reaching for your face as your cries grow louder in the night.

You hear hurried footsteps behind you as you rip open his shirt. Bloody, mangled skin meets your tear-stricken eyes, another sob chokes itself out of you as you find the source of the bleeding, multiple bullet wounds to the chest. You take a shaky breath before lifting up his top half from the ground, your eyes finding multiple exit wounds with blood slowly trickling out of them, staining the dirt below, the metallic smell of it choking you.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You curse through your sobs, rolling him to his back once more, your hands coming to his chest, pressing down on the wounds to staunch the flow of blood as you watch the life drain from his eyes, pupils slowly losing focus as his own stained hands still reach for you, one of them grasping your cheek firmly, forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N…” He gasps out, the syllables of your name slurred as he tries to voice his last words, calloused hand still holding your cheek, cold slowly seeping into his weakening body as he searches your features for comfort. Blood staining your tear-stained cheeks as the rain continues its assault, dark red turning to a soft pink as it slides off your face and back onto the ground below you.

Ghost and Soap drop down next to you at that moment, breaths heaving with exhaustion as they take in the extent of the damage, Ghost taking out stims from his bag and immediately injecting Price with one of them, a strangled gasp escaping him at the sudden rush of adrenaline.

“Where’s evac?” You cry out as you press down harder on the man’s chest, Soap coming next to you to add more pressure, the sound of helicopters in the distance overshadowing the sounds of the raging storm around you. Ghost takes a flare out of his belt and lights it to alert them of your position.

“John? John come on, stay with it yeah? We’ll fix you right up old man.” You tell him, your voice breaking as you try to give him a reassuring smile.

“N-not gonna- make it, l-love.” He answers, his own lips twisting into a pained smiled, blood trickling out of his mouth, another coughing fit taking hold of him as his fingers slip from your face.

“Take me home…” He mumbles quietly, so low you think you might’ve hallucinated it.

“Fuck, we’re losing him LT, there’s too much blood.” Soap panics next to you, his own voice overtaken with emotion as he watches the life slip out of his captain’s body, warmth draining from his bloodied form, voices shouting orders in the distance as the evac team finally lands.

You watch in horror as the man you love slips through your helpless fingers, his normally bright blue eyes, becoming blurred and unfocused, the blue turning to a lifeless grey. His breathing becoming more and more shallow with each passing second before he finally lets out one last strangled wheeze as he goes limp on the cold hard ground beneath him.

The two men at your side letting out a strangled cry as you stare unblinking at him, your own hands slowly slipping from his chest. You sit back on your heels and look at your bloodied hands, tears coming freely from your eyes now, your mind bending and breaking as wave upon wave of grief crashes into you, the sliver of happiness you thought you had, snatched from your hands before you’d even had the chance to taste it properly.

You faintly hear someone talking to you, the words seeming so far away, like a dull echo, the words not registering in your mind as your eyes stay fixed on your lover’s body. Hands grab your shoulder as if to gain your attention, but you simply can’t bring yourself to care, eyes sliding up to rest on John’s beautifully broken face, his eyes still open and staring at you, even with no life in them, his eyes still hold so much love in them. A love you never thought you’d ever be deserving of.

You stay on your knees next to him for what feels like an eternity, your own eyes becoming unfocused at the rain washes away the traces of blood from your hands, the ground below soaking up the captain’s life force, leaving only a cold carcass in its wake, people around you still working relentlessly to bring everyone else home, safe and sound where they’ll see their family and enjoy a warm meal surrounded by those they love.

Not you though, you’re going back to an empty house filled with memories that will no doubt fade in time, you’re going back to a home holding the smell of the man who once held your broken heart in his careful hands and spent countless hours putting it back together, breaking down the walls you’d built around it to replace them with a home, filled with warmth, and love, and laughter.

A home you’d plan to live in together, maybe even have children in, retire in, and live happily ever after in.

No such luck in your life after all, people like you don’t get happy endings.

People like him only live to die.

[pupp0ccino]

Tell me EVERYTHING about your HT sans

Me when I have a bunch of headcannons set on this one wip!

My hand writing was very poor so I'll write them out again + extras

- purposefully builds an unsettling, intimidating, & unfriendly aura to make ones he doesn't trust scared of him and uncomfortable

- takes a bit for him to warm up to people, and usually tends to stick to a select group of people (ex: fell, dust, and killer)

- sadomasochistic (self explanatory)

- seems very rude and cruel at first

- on the asexual spectrum, but doesn't bother with labels too much

- his right eyelid tends to droop when he rests his face, and cannot see very well out out of it. Most of the time it stays closed unless he forces his eye open

- easily aggravated due to his head injury giving him chronic migraines. It's best to steer clear of his path when he is aggravated because he can and will hurt you

- he has borderline personality disorder, bipolar and commonly experiences Psychotic episodes.

- he struggles with major amnesia, due to his head injury and tends to forget days, weeks, and even years of his life. He has to write things down and get reminded of things a lot.

- also struggles with insomnia due to the headaches

- after starting to work under nightmare, nightmare gifted him an axe instead of the cleaver he holds.

- he struggles to speak a lot due to head injury. Speaking is exhausting to him and he slurs his speech. So he's selectively mute, only really speaking to make a pun, to people he likes, or to say some creepy shit.

- he mainly communicates with grunts, growls, snarls, random noises as he finds this easier than speaking. Gets his point across to when trying to scare someone

Cw for ed talk

- since he hasn't eaten in 7-8 years, when he joined nightmares crew, he was able to eat as nightmare promised to provide food to he and his au as long as he stayed working under him. He now struggles with keeping food down due to his body forcing him to be food repulsed to survive.

- his body went through a magic mutation process as a defense mechanism that made him larger and stronger, to be able to use more physical attacks rather than magic ones.

- he doesn't know his own strength sometimes. He tries to be as gentle as possible with people and things he cares deeply for.

- despite being very big, he's extremely stealthy and light on his feet

- will never and has never eaten a human ( this is cannon I'm pretty sure btw! ) no matter how much he craves he will never taste human flesh. Nor is he a cannibal. He does make threats and jokes that he's going to though

- he got autism just because I said so (personal hc)

- some of his monster mannerisms are based off of that of bears and wolves. He got the nick name "teddy bear" from dust and killer

- other nicknames being Butcher, Axe, Brute, Boar, Hog, ect

- he, fell, and dust literally kiss okay/hj

[yidhraloves]

Alternate Gabriel x Researcher Reader “Shining Star” {Log entry 1 | File access granted}

[Alternates spotted in this Area! How to survive an alternate encounter and what to do when you see one!]

You clenched the newspaper tightly in your hands, they had arrived here.

How long could you keep up with this?

The government would surely find out about you illegally continuing the alternate investigation.

You were the lead researcher for the government alternate investigation, until a month ago, where the investigation was suddenly shut down.

They'll find you soon enough.

But you need to know it, the truth about alternates.

What are they? How do they work?

How smart are they? What information do they deliver?

Obviously, you couldn't actually experiment and properly research the alternates, since they were extremely dangerous and every reported encounter humans had with them ended up being fatal.

At least those you knew of.

But you did have a little something.

A dead alternate, here right in front of you.

The government had provided you with it when you were still working with them.

After they shut down the research, they set fire to the entire lab, this was the only thing you were able to save.

Despite having a corpse of an alternate here, it just wasn't enough. You needed to do more research, so you re-joined the government in another research team to find out what was going on with the government.

Had they sided with the alternates?

Unfortunately, you hadn't found anything so far.

However, there had been something that had caught your attention. The new lead researcher.

A beautiful blonde man, very tall, fit- he looked like a angel. Gabriel O' Brian was his name, if your memory serves you right.

He definitely knew something, and despite his angelic appearance he had a dark aura around him.

It's so unfair! Why does he have to be so pretty!

But it's no use getting mad about unimportant stuff like this.

What's important is the alternate research here, right in front of you.

You worked trough the whole night.

No use.

You don't know any more than you did yesterday.

Ah, now time off to work.

With slurred steps and heavy eye bags you dragged yourself to the government lab.

But when you arrived, something was off....why was no one there?

You slowly made your way to Gabriel's room, maybe you'd find something important.

How silly. None of the codes were changed- it's almost as if they wanted you to sneak in here.

...But suddenly, a few metres away from Gabriel's room someone pinned you against one of the cold, white lab walls.

Gabriel!

He was very close to you, so you were able to take a good look at his features.

His soft lips, his almost golden hair and how his white skin glowed under the intense white lab lights.

You must've stared at him for a bit too long, because he suddenly started smiling at you.

"Ah, the new researcher! What are you doing here, sneaking around my room? This area is off limits for you, you know! You could get in a lot of trouble if I told the higher ups about this~"

Oh fuck.

"Ahhaha!" Gabriel started laughing at your flimsy apology "Don't worry, I won't snitch! But I have a favour to ask. If you go out and get lunch with me, I won't tell anyone about your little adventure,deal?"

You just stood there, mouth wide open at his offer- Gabriel, a literally embodiment of an angel

Wanted to have food with you?

"Ah uh yes! Sure?" You replied.

"Wonderful" Gabriel exclaimed, turning around and unlocking the door to his room.

You quickly moved to the door at the end of the white hallway, but before you left, Gabriel briefly whispered "don't be late" right into your ear. He was so close you could feel his cold breath against your neck, it made you shiver. However when you turned around, he was nowhere to be seen.

[ador3him]

hello! can you do “i’d never turn down a kiss from you.” with dream??

pairing: Dream x gn!reader

warnings: alcohol usage/abuse (not that noticeable but can be interpreted that way) swearing

requested? yes by anon

word count: 630

a/n: WOOOO NO.4 OUT OF 10 its offical guys I am only doing 10 of these quick writes for the event. SO, REQUEST QUICK!!!!! (many bc i j found out i am moving this weekend so i dont exactly have time to be writing a billion) any request that are out of the 10 i will still do! just not is the 24hr time period (it will still be a part of the 150 event though!) I got this request at 6:31am AEST (16 hrs agoish)

Dreams’ eyes widen at the sight before him. A messy, drunken y/n. Their hair knotty- almost matted, their eyes droopy and their smile lopsided. The straps of their top falling down without notice as their arms wrap around Dreams’ neck bringing his for a hug, y/n basically hanging from his neck from the height difference.

“Hello D-Dream,” y/n slurs stumbling into the foyer of his house, they felt tiny inside the high roofed mansion he lived in. Dream looks stunned, y/n barely if ever drinks this much. Sure, they drink every week, but not so much that they are rocking up at their best friends’ house stumbling and slurring words. “y/n, why are you drunk and at my house,” he pinches the bridge of his nose sighing at the scene: y/n on the couch trying yanking off a pair of shoes failing miserably. y/n just shrugs unsure of why they are actually here. Dream had just gotten home after being at LA for TwitchCon for a good week and a half. After TwitchCon Dream and George went to a café with Addison Rae, the stunning Addison Rae, jealously immediately boiled within y/n and they haven’t stopped drinking in the 2 days since the photo has been posted.

“C’mere give me your foot,” Dream motions for y/ns’ foot. “Why of course my royal slave, get me out of my shackles,” y/n retorts in a fake as ever British accent which was utterly horrible but he just chuckles. He gently unties their shoelaces and shimmies the shoe off of each foot being careful and slow not wanting to yank their foot like they were to themselves before.

“Look you are drunk and incoherent, lets get you to bed and we can talk about this tomorrow. Hm?” Dream offers a hand and pulls up y/n, they latch onto his arm and trudge slowly to his room- well toward his room. They were extremely slow so Dream lifts y/n up and carries them to his bed effortlessly. He lays them down and hands them a pair of his sweatpants and his hoodie, walking out the room. “Where are you going?” y/n soft voice startles him, not expecting them to be so soft-spoken after before. “I am going to sleep on the couch,” he answers as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. “Nuh-uh,” they walk over to the door- tripping a bit- and pull on his arm. He follows them to the bed thinking he would sneak out when they fall asleep.

“Can I kiss you Dreamy?” y/n breaks the silence that fell between them for 2 minutes. A couple more seconds and Dream would’ve assumed that they were asleep. “I’d never turn down a kiss from you, y/n but you’re drunk, and I am not taking advantage of you like that, have a good sleep,” Dream moves out from under them and kisses their forehead goodnight.

He sleeps on the couch that night- well more like lays there until the sun is fully up a couple hours later as y/n came to his house pretty early in the morning. He walks to y/n his room with water and some Panadol, planning on placing it on the bed side table and leave but y/n is wide awake groaning softly. “Rough night?” Dream jokes handing them the hangover supplies. “Fuck up,” they mumble taking the water and Panadol. He lifts his arms in surrender and goes to leave the room- maybe to make breakfast for them both and his 2 other roommates. “I remember what I asked you last night, I am sorry,” y/n blurts out. “I stand by what I said I’d never turn down a kiss from you.” He says and walks out of his room.

Just fucking walks away leaving y/n stunned.

[the-dragonsqueen]

Pearl!au | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

This fanfic is kind of dark, so please read the warnings.

Pairings : Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x fem!reader, brief Robin Buckley x fem!reader, mentions of Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson.

Synopsis : Eddie leaves his girlfriend behind when he’s offered to open for a famous metal band because she has to take care of her sick mother. 

This fanfiction is inspired by Pearl and X, reader has Pearl and Maxine vibes (so does Eddie tbh).

CW : angst, domestic violence (not from Eddie), no use of y/n, stalking, brief non con and voyeurism, brief mentions of a dead animal, major characters death, matricide, murder, blood, emetophobia, sick parent, depiction of poverty, mentions of decomposing bodies, porn, cheating, smut, praise kink, degrading kink, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, dry humping, fingering, hallucinations, delusions, intrusive thoughts, mentions of suicide, self harm, slut shaming, prostitution, neglecting parents, religious parent, religious trauma, panic attacks, anxiety, use of the f slur, mommy issues, abandonment issues, reader is objectified, reader is bisexual, reader is kind of mean sometimes, this fic is dark everyone is ooc, dark!eddie munson, dark!reader, dark!steve harrington, happy ending I guess ?

Word count : 15k+

You are not a good person.

Your life started falling apart a couple of years ago when your step dad decided to leave your mother for someone better, younger. Your mother didn’t see it coming, she always took care of her husband, always put his needs above hers and yours. You weren’t very fond of him and wouldn’t have cared if it weren’t for the prenup, he had rich parents, a good job and that’s what allowed you to live in a decent house despite your mother not having a job, making being a stay at home mom wife her job. He never gave you any money or put aside a college fund for you, but you were smart enough to get a scholarship so this wasn’t your biggest concern. No, your biggest concern was having to live in a trailer park because your idiotic, naïve of a mother signed a stupid prenup making her and you homeless when he decided to leave her. She was extremely religious and told you that this was all a part of God’s plan and that one day she’ll get what she deserves for sacrificing her whole life to serve her husband. You almost slapped her when she said that, her life was ruined all because she believed what a stupid book translated by awful men said. But you didn’t slap her, you smiled at her and left the house telling her you were going to pick up more boxes to pack your stuff in. Instead you went to the nearest gas station to pick up enough gasoline to burn down the whole town, if you didn’t get to live in this house anymore, no one else will. Unfortunately, as you were standing in line Jason Carver spotted you.

“Hey pretty girl ! What are you doing with all of this ?” he laughed pointing at the gasoline at your feet

“Oh hey Jason” fuck “Hum my step dad asked me to pick up all this stuff I think it’s for our lawn mower or something ? I’m not even sure this is what he asked me for actually” you laughed back playing dumb

“Well, the boys and I are throwing a party at mine, do you want to join ?” he offered showing you the six pack he was about to purchase

You eyed the beers, drinking did sound pretty great in that moment and it’s not like you could actually burn down the house now since you had a witness. “Sure ! Just let me put this back, I don’t feel like carrying it around.” you moved to put the gasoline back in the aisle but Jason stopped you

“What about your step dad ?” he asked you tilting his head

“I’ll come back tomorrow or he can pick it up himself” you shrug bowing down to pick it up

“Don’t” he stopped you again “Just let him do it.” He said nodding towards the cashier “That’s what he’s getting paid for right ?” he smiled at you

“Oh ok… I’ll meet you outside” you replied, feeling a little guilty for the store clerk as you walked outside.

If Jason hadn’t stopped you that day you’d probably be in juvie for arson right now, at first you were mad at him but as time went by you stopped regretting not going through with it. Because you met him. But before there was him, there was her.

You met Robin Buckley when she was working at the movie theater, your mother was at the bank deposing the little money her ex-husband had the decency to give her so she’d be able to afford renting a trailer and move out of his house quickly. You couldn’t stand staying alone in this house, so you stole money from his wallet and treated yourself to a trip to the movies, it’s not like he’d notice the difference anyway. But as you were watching Molly Ringwald on the big screen you started to suffocate, the feeling of being trapped between the walls of the small theater overtaking you, so you ran outside taking refuge in the alley behind the movie theater. Once outside you realized that it wasn’t the small room that made you feel trapped, it was this town.

“Are you okay ? “ a small voice interrupted you mid sob

You lifted your head up and was met with Robin’s kind blue eyes staring at you. You wiped the snot off your nose and the mascara running down your cheeks. “No” you replied with a hoarse voice

“Yeah I figured, I could hear you crying from inside.” She kneeled in front of you and awkwardly put a hand on top of your knees “What’s going on ?” she asked with a soft voice

What were you supposed to say ? ‘I hate this fucking town and all I want is to leave everyone behind to become a big movie star, bigger than that stupid redhead on the screen but I can’t because I’m a still a teenager, I have no money and haven’t graduated high school yet !’ No you couldn’t say that.

“I just… fucking hate it here.” You responded still opting for some honesty.

“Me too.” Robin said with a sad smile

You had noticed Robin before at school, the way she was always staring at Tammy Thompson, another stupid redhead. She also looked at you sometimes, well she looked at everyone in the cheerleader squad during games, paying more attention to the cheer team than the game itself but you noticed her stare at your body and the way it looked in the uniform more than she looked at your teammates. So you made an impulse decision and kissed her. She was taken aback at first and didn’t kiss you back.

“I’m so sorry” you let out looking at her with your best doe eyes which was enough to let her take her guard down and kiss you again.

Her lips were soft and her kisses shy but it became more intense and desperate the more she kissed you.

“My shift is almost over. My dad is picking me up, do you want to come over ?” she blurred out with panting breaths

“Will your dad be ok with that ?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell him you’re sad because your boyfriend broke up with you and need a girl’s night” she reassured you

“Ok, I’ll call my mom from the phone booth while you wait for your dad.” You tell her with a smile

You didn’t call your mother but she didn’t need to know that. Her dad of course accepted and Robin was really eager to get you in her room when you got to her place. At first she wanted to talk to you about being queer and comparing experiences but you didn’t care about any of that. So you ended up making out some more and had sex for the first time in your life with her. It was amazing, a little clumsy and awkward but overall great, unfortunately it only made you feel better for a few hours. Once morning came you still felt this weight on your chest and Robin’s cuddles didn’t do anything to make you feel better anymore. You didn’t want to be with her, you wanted a good, better life for yourself and being with a woman was only going to make things even more difficult for you. So you were civil and polite to Robin when you ran into her at school but you didn’t really stay in contact after that night. She was too busy drooling over Tammy to truly care about you anyway.

After winter break that year and the shittiest Christmas ever, you were back to school. No one knew you were living at the trailer park yet but it’s not like you cared. You were pretty popular, being in the cheer squad and all but you never considered any of them friends, and vice versa. You were mean to them, even to the jocks but they never did anything about it, most of the guys wanted to get in your pants and invited you to all the cool parties so the cheer squad found it best to keep you around just for that. You never felt guilty about calling them sluts, bitches or stupid, most of them were fucking bullies anyway. That’s the thing about you, you were never mean to anyone else, just those who deserved it.

As time slowly went by you started to notice him. Eddie Munson. You never paid attention to him before but now it’s like he was everywhere, Forest Hills, school, even the grocery store… To be honest the first time you saw him at the grocery store it truly was a coincidence but you started to stalk observe him to pick up on his habits so you could see him more. And he noticed you too but besides from small nods and polite smiles he never talked to you and you knew why. So you quit the cheer squad and stopped hanging out with the jocks, fuck them. But that didn’t make Eddie want to hang out with you on the spot like it would solve all his reservations about you.

Finally one day Eddie saw you walking to school, because your mom couldn’t afford to pay for gas to drive you, so he picked you up from the side of the road. It became a daily occurrence and it wasn’t long before you got closer and eventually started dating. Eddie was the kindest person you’d ever met and weirdly he inspired you to become a better person too. You got a job to pay the bills, since your mom was too depressed to get out of bed and find a job herself, you tried to help him with his school works so he’ll be able to graduate with you and even got into a verbal fight with one of the jocks that was picking on the Hellfire boys at lunch, calling him a two-pump-chump (his girlfriend’s words not yours) in front of everyone was enough to get him and the popular kids to leave them alone, they knew you had dirt on all of them.

Unfortunately your efforts weren’t enough and Eddie didn’t graduate with you but he told you that he’d follow you to any city you planned on moving to, find a job and get his GED while you were in college. You got into UCLA and were so excited to tell him, you could go to auditions in Los Angeles on your free time and Eddie could try to form a new band, meet label studios and become a famous Rockstar ! For once in your life everything seemed perfect, even if you didn’t make it as a famous actress you knew Eddie was talented and that he could make it, he was a star. And Eddie was too nice to ever make you sign a prenup and ruin your life if things didn’t work out between the two of you, though you doubted that, so you’d be set for life anyway. If somehow neither of you made it, you had a plan c : porn. You never talked to Eddie about this plan but you noticed how men looked at you, you could exploit that. And Eddie was too sweet to forbid you from doing anything. You were full of hope.

That’s when your life truly took a bad turn. You were hanging out with Eddie in your room making plans for the future when your heard a big thud coming from the bathroom. Your mother had passed out after throwing up bile. At first you didn’t want to do anything about it, if your mother wanted to stay in bed all day, stop eating and slowly kill herself then you’d let her, you were 18 now and didn’t need her anymore. But you saw Eddie panic at the sight of your mother passed out on the floor so you did the right thing for him and took her to the hospital, as one should. Eddie stayed with you the whole evening, comforting you while you were waiting for the doctor’s diagnosis after they put her through dozens of tests, the longer it took the more you thought about how much it would cost you, your mother could never afford to pay for the hospital bills so it wouldn’t take long before they harass you to pay for her. After 5 hours of waiting, the doctor finally came to you and pronounced the words that changed your life for the worse “I’m sorry but your mother’s been diagnosed with cancer.” You didn’t hear much after that, you knew what this implied and you saw red, you wanted to kill the doctor, your mother and everyone in this hospital. But Eddie’s soft touch brought you back to the moment, you looked up at his soft eyes asking if you were okay. You realized you hadn’t spoken in minutes and just turned to the doctor muttering a small thank you before falling in Eddie’s arms crying your eyes out, he comforted you some more saying that she’ll be okay, you’ll get through this, not to worry she’ll survive but you didn’t care about that. All the hopes you had for your future came crashing down on you in a matter of seconds.

So you stayed in Hawkins, you worked more shifts at the shitty diner you waitressed at to pay all the bills and took care of your mother in your free time. Eddie went back to Hawkins high until a miracle happened. An agent saw him and Corroded Coffin play at the Hideout and asked to meet them. Turns out this guy worked for famous metal bands and after sending a tape of one of their performance to Slayer, the successful band and their team asked if Corroded Coffin could tour with them and be their opener. You pretended to be excited for him and support him, you even showed up when he hacked the school’s prep rally to play metal and tell everyone to fuck off. “See you at the Grammys assholes” he yelled flipping everyone off. You had to swallow the big lump in your throat and force a smile at his theatrics but his words felt like a stab to the heart for you.

A week later, he was gone with a promise to call you every night. He also bought you an skull ring (none of his actual rings would fit you) and proposed to you the night before he left, you cried and said yes. Of course, he would be back in a few months but without him, his love, his kindness and support you were getting worse. The only thing you were hanging on to was seeing Eddie again in a month when he’d play in LA, you made plans to visit him and stay there for a whole week, paying a private nurse to take care of your mother while you were gone. It’s all you talked about when you had him on the phone. But money was tight so you had to do more than waitressing to earn extra money to pay for the trip.

Eddie left you his van so you could sell your mother’s shitty car to make a few extra bucks (since she was never driving it anyway) while still being able to drive yourself to work, but it wasn’t enough. So you found yourself having to give hand jobs in the back of Eddie’s van to some of the diner’s customers, mostly truck drivers, to make more money.

But of course as you finally made enough money to pay for your plane tickets and hire a nurse, your mother was put on a new, very expensive treatment that ruined your plans, again.

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Which leads you to now, you’re in the van parked in front of Family Videos about to return another romance movie you dreamed of seeing yourself in instead of Kim Basinger. You dropped your mother off after the doctor’s appointment and drove straight here, you really didn’t want to see her right now. When you walk in your hear the voice of Steve Harrington greeting you, as usual.

“Hey, it’s Eddie’s girl ! What can I do for you today beautiful ?” he exclaims cheerfully

“I have a name you know.” You deadpan throwing the VHS in the return pile.

“Okay… Someone’s in a mood, anything I can do about that ?” he winks at you

He’s right you’re really not in the mood today. “What the fuck do you mean by that ?” you ask him with a harsh tone.

“Hum… you know, I can help you relax… since Eddie’s gone and all” he smiles at you, this was a daily occurrence, Steve always flirted with you. You narrow your eyes at him and turn your b     ack on him, deciding not to entertain him. “Oh come on, sweetheart” the pet name goes straight to your core but you still ignore him. “You know Eddie’s probably swimming in a pool of groupies right now” he laughs, clearly joking to get a reaction out of you.

You freeze, his words should hurt you, a lot of people have been making comments about Eddie’s hypothetical cheating with fans. But it doesn’t, although you could really use an excuse to snap at someone right now.

“Steve, aren’t your parents like super rich ?” you ask turning to face him again

“What ?” he asks back dumbfounded

“Yeah, I mean I know you’re too dumb for college but can’t your parents at least write a check to a descent university to get you in ?”

“Excuse m-“

“Or at least get you decent job ?” you cut him off happy with the dumb look on his face “Or maybe they don’t care enough that’s why I and all of the female population in Hawkins have to endure your pathetic attempts at flirting. It’s sad really, can’t get into college, can’t get a girlfriend that won’t cheat on you, can’t make any friends over the age of 14.” you pout before letting out a laugh

No words come out of his mouth, his cheeks are red and eyes wide. Satisfied with his reaction, you smile and leave the store, guess you’ll have to dig in your own VHS collection for a while. You know mentioning Nancy Wheeler was a low blow but you could’ve been a lot meaner.

“Hey what the hell is wrong with you ?” a raspy voice calls you out before you get in the van

“Hi Robin.” you reply turning back to face her

“Why did you say all this mean shit to Steve ?”

You just roll your eyes and scoff in response.

“No seriously what is wrong with you ? I don’t remember you being mean, like ever.” She adds softly

“Then you haven’t been paying attention Buckley.” You roll your eyes at her

“I think I know enough about you to know that something’s off !”

“ But you don’t know me Robin ! You think you do because we fucked that one time, please !” you exclaim loudly. Robin looks around freaking out about someone hearing you. “You didn’t even bother calling me after and now you want to pretend like we’re friends ?” you didn’t call her either but you keep talking before she has a chance to point that out “My mother has cancer.” You deadpan

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t-“

“I had to give up college to take care of her” you cut her off “And the only person that loves and cares for me left. So yes something is wrong with me and I won’t allow your ‘best friend’ to talk shit about Eddie ! You’re aware that he would fuck you at the first opportunity if you’d let him right ? I bet he already tried.” You spit out. Robin looks down but you can see tears forming in her eyes from where you stand. You frown, she doesn’t deserve this, shit.

“Hey, I’m sorry Robin I didn’t mean that” you tell her softly

“S’ okay” she sniffs

“I’m really sorry but I just had some really bad news concerning my mom’s health and took it out on you guys.” You sigh “I’ll apologize to Steve tomorrow, again I’m really sorry Robin.” You have no intention to apologize to him, for now.

“I’m sorry too” she says before walking back to the store.

Great you think, now everyone in town will know about your mother being sick, you do NOT need their pity.

You park in front of your trailer and see your mom eyeing you from one of the windows. You huff not ready to deal with her attitude now.

“What took you so long ?” she questions you as soon as you walk in

You roll your eyes and don’t respond, she’s been picking up fights with you every day for weeks now.

“I asked you a question !” she insists following you

“Why the fuck do you care ?”

“I’m your mother I’m allowed to know what you’re doing and do not speak to me like this !”

“My mother” you snort “Since when ?” you turn around to face her

“I raised you !” she screams in your face

“ You raised me ?” you repeat in disbelief “I raised me while you were too busy cooking and cleaning for your husband to take care of me”

“I’m not going to apologize for being a good wife !”

You huff “No but you should apologize for babying a grown ass man instead of your own daughter !”

“I was a good wife and I take pride in it. You can’t use that against me.”

“Yeah ? Look where that got you” you spit out looking her up and down in disdain

“It’s all a part of God’s plan and you know it, everything will come around you’ll see” she tells you with a hopeful smile on her face

You look at her expression and want to rip that smile off of her face, you want to rip her entire skin off of it actually but instead you cut her off when she starts talking about her precious God again.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ! It’s a part God’s plan to ruin MY FUCKING LIFE ?” you shout “I had a plan, I had a boyfriend, a career to look forward to and now I have to take care of you when you never even bothered to take care of me ! I’m all alone with no future and stuck here with YOU” tears form in your eyes as your words sink in.

Your mother falls on the couch in exhaustion and you scoff.

“It’s not my fault I got sick.”

“No ? Then who’s fault is it ? GOD ?” you yell

“Don’t speak about Him like this ! You know, if you were a good Christian you’d be proud to take care of me.”

“Guess I’m not a good Christian then” you roll your eyes

“I pray every day for things to get better, I’ll pray for your soul now too.”

“Don’t bother.”

You jump at the sound of the phone ringing, dread fills your body. It’s probably Eddie and you’ll have to tell him that you can’t visit him anymore.

“Hello” You pick up the phone

“Hey sweetheart, how are you ?” Eddie’s voice fills the phone receiver and you melt inside

“I’m ok baby, what about you ? Please tell me everything”

“I’m great baby, the last show was amazing but we’ve been on the road for two whole days so I couldn’t call you” you can hear the pout in his voice “I missed you sweetheart.”

“I missed you too Eddie” tears are forming in your eyes again “so much” you add, your voice shaking.

“Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart ?”

“My mom has this new treatment that I have to pay for and I won’t be able to visit you in LA” you let out crying

“Oh baby it’s okay, I’ll see you soon I promise. Your mom’s health is more important right now we have our whole life to spend together, what’s a few more months ?” his comforting words do nothing to calm your sobs

“But I worked so hard to put that much money aside to come see you. I miss you so much, you have no idea”

“I know baby, I miss you too.”

“Do you know if Wayne was able to take some time off to come see you too ?” you ask him between sobs

“Yes he is actually, at first he told me he couldn’t afford it but the production team of the tour told me they’ll pay for his plane tickets and hotel room.”

You stay silent, your sobs stopping instantly at the news.

“But hey ! Maybe I can ask them to pay for yours as well ? I don’t think they’ll say yes since the offer only stands for family members but I can try !”

You grip the phone in your hand as you try to remain calm.

“Technically you’re my future wife so that has to count as family ! But I still don’t think they’ll allow me to fly another person. You know what I’m going to call Wayne right now and tell him you’re taking his place, I don’t care what they say-“

“Eddie, shut the fuck up” you say harshly cutting off his nervous ramble

After a few seconds he speaks up again “Sweetheart, are you okay ?”

“I’m fine. It’s fine. Wayne can go.”

“Are… Are you sure ?”

“Yes you’re right, I’m young and we have our whole life ahead of us, I have plenty of time to come and see you play. Wayne can go.”

“Sweetheart-“

“You know what it’s better this way” you cut him off again “At least I won’t have to leave my mother with some stranger” like you cared about that “And when I’ll see you perform it will be for your own tour not someone else’s.”

“Hum wow ok. Thanks, I guess ?” Eddie huffs in disbelief, you’ve never snapped at him like this before and you can hear the pain in his voice.

“I didn’t mean it like that Eds it’s just… I had a really bad day.” You sigh, when he doesn’t answer you add “And I believe in you Eddie, you’re a star, I know you’ll make it and you’ll be able to make any demands you want to your production team.”

“Thank you baby, I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon.” He sounds a bit angry

“Oh okay…” your voice cracks up at the idea of him being angry with you

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, I wish I was there for you” his voice softens at your tone. You can hear Gareth in the back telling him to hurry up “Shut up dude !” Eddie says to him and you giggle at their banter, happy that his anger wasn’t directed towards you after all “I love you Sweetheart, more than anything I promise I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too Eddie.”

“I can’t wait to marry you”

“Oh baby…” you tear up again “I can’t wait to begin our life together.”

“I love you, bye.”

“Bye”

You hang up the phone and dry your tears, when you turn around you see your mother staring at the tv from the couch, just the sight of her makes you angry again but you have to get ready for your shift at the diner so you leave the room without a word, at least you don’t have to jerk off some dudes in the back of the van anymore, fuck it if you can’t pay for her treatment.

“What’s for dinner ?” your mother asks you when you walk back in the living room in your uniform

“I don’t know I have to work, figure it out.” You shrug

She looks up at you and stares at your puffy red eyes “Why are you crying ?” she asks you with no ounce of sympathy in her voice

“I’m not” you reply defensively

“Then why were you crying ?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Did you boyfriend confess he cheated on you with one of his groupies ?”

Your clench your jaw at her words, why is everyone so obsessed with Eddie cheating on you ?

“No I had to tell him I couldn’t visit him since I have to use my money to pay for your treatment.”

“That’s not something to cry about, you ungrateful brat.”

“What am I supposed to be grateful for stupid bitch ?” you mutter under your breath

“Hey ! STOP TREATING ME LIKE I’M A BURDEN !” She yells at you

“SO STOP BEING ONE !” you yell back loudly looking into her eyes

You see her eyes widen in fear.

A few seconds pass and your mother is still frozen in place so you decide to change the subject.

“Hey mom, I’ve been thinking about something while I was getting ready.” You tell her in a completely different tone

She hums too shaken up to use her voice.

“Steve Harrington is really rich right ? And he’s been hitting on me a lot lately, maybe he can help us.”

“What ?” she asks confused

“Yeah, I could date him and get him to help us ?”

“What about Eddie ?”

“What about Eddie ?” you repeat back in a harsh tone your eyes growing cold again

“I… You … He’s your boyf-“ she stutters

“Eddie loves me” you cut her off “And I love him.” You state nodding you head. “He’ll forgive me, just like I’ll forgive him if he slept with other people on his tour.”

“What if he didn’t ?”

Your face falls in an angry scowl at this, everyone has been planting this idea in your head but now you’re the bad guy ? You had needs too, fuck you’ve been touching yourself every night since Eddie left, you miss him, you miss sex and affection with someone… anyone. Steve is attractive and before today you always welcomed his flirting with opened arms, you need the attention, you need someone to take care of you for once. You sigh loudly.

“There’s leftover pizza in the fridge, I was going to eat it myself after my shift but I’ll just pick something up from the restaurant. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You don’t wait for her to respond to get out of the trailer. You see Wayne smoking a cigarette looking in your direction when you get out so you wave and smile at him before getting in the van. Apart from Eddie, Wayne is the only person you like in this town, he’s more of a parental figure to you than your mother or her ex-husband ever was and ever will be. He smiles back at you but you can see the worried look in his eyes even from where you stand, maybe he heard you and your mother arguing, fuck.

 The next day after dropping your mother to chemo therapy you decide to go to Family Video. Steve doesn’t say anything when you walk in, it feels weird.

“Hey Steve” you tell him standing in front of the counter

“What can I do for you ?” he asks his usual chipper tone gone

“Accept my apologies ?” you ask back with a smile “I’m really sorry Steve, I was in a really bad mood yesterday and your joke about Eddie pissed me off… I didn’t mean anything I said I promise. I’m sorry.”

He sighs “Yeah Robin told me about your mother, sorry about that, it must suck.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes, you knew Robin would run her mouth.

“Yeah it does suck” you reply

“I mean having to stay here and take care of her, Jesus I get why you’re so upset now”

Your eyes light up, you weren’t expecting anyone to ever say that, especially not good boy Steve Harrington. People would call you selfish if you said that out loud, but not him apparently. You smile sincerely for the first time in forever and Steve blushes at your expression.

“Well since we’re all good now, what movie do you want to rent out today ? Sixteen Candles again ?” he smirks at you

“Hum no” you blush “I’m done with romantic comedies for now, I’d like something different”

“What do you feel like watching ? Action ? Sci-Fi ? Horror ?”

You shake your head “I don’t know, I just want to feel something and romantic movies aren’t doing it for me anymore.”

“Follow me” he instructs you

You follow him in another room separated by black curtains. The light was dimmed and the shelves full of naked women. You never even thought about this place having porn available to rent.

“That is different…” you tell Steve smiling

“Will that do it for you ?” he asks in a low voice and you feel your core throb a little

“I don’t know…” you blush again “I’ve never watched it.” You lie

“First time for everything ! Here may I suggest you a classic : Deep Throat” he hands you the box

“There are classics in porn ?” you laugh taking the box to read the synopsis “Hm I don’t know, are there any movies that aren’t all about men’s pleasure ?”

“Well in this movie her clit is in her throat so deep throating is how she gets orgasms !”

“Yes Steve, I can read but I don’t know” you shrug, you take a look around while Steve puts Deep Throat back on it’s shelf and your eyes land on a cover of two topless women kissing each other. “Ok I made my choice” you tell him showing him the box.

“Huh interesting, I haven’t seen this one.”

“Why isn’t that surprising ?” you tease him

Steve laughs and looks down at you ready to retort but you’re so close to him he ends up staring at your lips instead.

“Can I ask you something ?” you question him biting your bottom lip

“Anything”

“Can you watch it with me please ?”

This is how you end up in the back room after Steve closed the front door of the store ready to watch your ‘first’ porn. There’s almost no plot, thankfully but it was an interesting experience… The movie sucked but you could tell Steve was getting turned on by it.

“Do you like it ?” he asks you turning to face you and see you were already looking at him

“Yeah I do.” You reply staring at his lips and this time you lean in to kiss him.

He’s surprised at first but melts into it instantly, this poor boy was as touch starved as you were. You grab the back of his head to deepen the kiss and tangle your hand in his hair, they were too soft, straight and perfect but it’ll have to do for now. You both separate to catch your breath, his lips are so soft and his eyes aren’t the perfect brown you love so much but they’re still pretty. You bite your lip at his disheveled state, and kiss him again with more force.

You somehow end up on the floor on top of him, you rub your clothed pussy against his hard on. It was so dirty, you dry humping Steve Harrington on the dirty floor of Family Video even though you were engaged to the love of your life, but fuck Eddie right now he should’ve kidnapped you and married you on the road of his tour like a true Rockstar, he should’ve killed everyone and everything standing in your way. Images of Eddie covered in blood demanding you to marry him fill your head. You close your eyes and picture him under you, in a tuxedo covered in blood and calling you his wife. You could almost feel him putting his bloody fingers in your mouth murmuring that you’re his good girl when you suck on them. You want to kiss him smearing a mixture of blood and saliva all over your lips. But really you’re kissing Steve’s mouth and moan into the kiss when you feel yourself cum on top of him.

“Did you just cum ?”

“Yes” you answer out of breath “Fuck, please fuck me, I need to cum again, I need you.”

“You’re so hot” he tells you before kissing  you hard, he flips you over so you’re on your back and takes off your jeans and underwear at the same time, he barely get his cock out of his jeans before pressing it against your core “are you ready ?”

“Yes please fuck me, I want to feel you” you whimper

He penetrates you slowly, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your wet pussy, you moan loudly your pussy still sensitive for your previous orgasm.

“Shh baby what if someone hears us” Steve hushes you

“I don’t care, please move.” You whine

He picks up a fast pace quickly making you a moaning whimpering mess, it feels so good but fuck you feel so guilty, you start playing with your skull ring absent mindedly but a harsh thrust against your g spot short circuits your brain.

“Oh fuck right there” you moan out                              

He keeps hitting that spot but it’s not enough so you start circling your clit with your fingers like Eddie would and you feel yourself clenching around him.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that” Steve warns you

“It’s ok, I want you to cum. Please cum inside me” you beg him

“Oh fuck” he grunts

The feeling of Steve shooting his cum inside of you triggers your own orgasm. Your pussy clenches around him and milks him completely dry. His head falls in the crook of your neck, you tangle your hand in his hair and scratch his skull, the feeling of his straight hair almost repels you.

“Thank you” you whisper to him softly

“For what ?” he asks still pressed against your neck catching his breath

“For accepting my apologies”

You feel him chuckle against you.

“Fuck baby, you can apologize to me like this anytime you want.” You giggle at his remark and roll your eyes.

You pick up your mother in a better mood than when you dropped her off, if she notices she doesn’t say anything. Or so you thought because as soon as you get home she starts questioning you about your sudden good mood. But you don’t answer, too busy remembering Steve’s touches on you, it was wrong but his touches were exactly what you needed to survive life at the moment. You hear your mother grumble about you being a whore but you pay her no mind and get ready for your shift.

Eddie doesn’t call that day or the day after. He doesn’t call for weeks and you miss him but this time, Steve is here to distract you.

Finally you had your day off and you were excited to see Steve, he has a morning shift and then he’ll be able to spend the whole afternoon with you, your mother’s new treatment was making her sleep all day so she won’t bother you. You start cleaning up the trailer since you’re inviting him over for the first time. You were about to take the trash out when the sight of Wayne getting his bags in his truck stops you in your track, you stare at him through the window. You completely forgot today was the day you were supposed to see Eddie, the trash bag falls off of your hand.

Wayne gets to see Eddie in a few hours while you’re stuck here cleaning your shitty trailer in a town you hate. Your breathing picks up and your eyes water. It’s not fair. Why does he get to leave and you have to stay here ? You clench your fists and feel your nails digging in your skin, you blink as more tears pool in your eyes, you’re shaking and you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, just as you were about to pass out from the lack of oxygen the sound of a police siren in the distance makes you jump. You take a deep breath and unclench your fists, you can feel blood running between your fingers but you pay it no mind, still staring at Wayne. He sees you looking at him and waves at you, you panic when you see him approach your trailer so you quickly pick up the trash bag again and run outside.

“Hey Sweetie, how are you doing ?” Wayne asks you with a kind tone

“Hey Wayne, I’m ok what about you ? Excited to visit Eddie ?” you do your best to appear excited for him but fail miserably

“That I am ! It’s too bad you can’t come” he sincerely replies

“Yeah…” you throw away your trash and turn back to him “It’s ok I’ll see him soon”

“Well he wanted me to tell you that he tried to get the production team to pay for your plane tickets but they said no and he’s sorry”

“You talked to him recently ?” you frown

“Yeah, he kept bugging me about you and asking why you wouldn’t pick up your phone but I told him I’ve barely seen you these days, I tried to ask your mom about your work schedule but she said she didn’t know it.”

“She knows my schedule, it’s on the fridge” you state

“Oh ?” Wayne scratches his head awkwardly “Well, she seemed kind of off maybe it’s her meds ?” he offers in comfort

“Yeah… But wait, he called me ? I never heard the phone ring, I was waiting every day for him to call.” That’s not entirely true but you’re always near the phone when you’re home.

“Maybe you were at work” Wayne concludes

“Maybe” you wipe your forehead in thought and Wayne’s eyes widen at sight of blood

“What happened Sweetie ?” he questions grabbing your hands softly

“Oh it’s nothing” you pull your hands back quickly to wipe them against your overalls “I was just cleaning and cut myself doing the dishes”

Wayne frowns at you, he saw the crescent moon shape cuts inside your palms but decides against saying anything for now.

“Well make sure to take care of it okay ? Do you have anything you want me to say to Eddie ?”

Your eyes widen as you remember something “Wait here I have something for him, I’ll be quick.” You run back into your trailer and grab a small item from your nightstand, you eye your kitchen knife on the way out but shake the awful thought out of your head. Wayne is still waiting outside for you patiently when you walk back out. “Here” you hand him a small box containing a black ring with your future initials on it “Since I didn’t have the time to get him one before he left, I would have liked to give it to him myself but…” you shrug sadly “See I put an M for Munson next to my initial” you point out to him

Wayne hugs you and assures you he’ll give it to him the second he sees him.

“Please tell him I love him”

“Of course I will, and he’ll love the ring.” He smiles down at you

He leaves shortly after this, you wait for his car to leave the trailer park to let the smile on your lips fall. You run back inside and check your house phone and just as you suspected the cord was neatly cut. Your breathing picks up again.

“MOM!” you yell

No response, you barge into her room and shake her sleeping form. “WAKE UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT” you scream

Her eyes start to open and you slap her with all you have to get her to wake up.

“What the fuck ?” she exclaims in panic

“Why did you cut he phone cord ? Why didn’t you want me to speak to him ? You know I love him, why did you do it ?” you question her crying

“Get your hands off me !” she pushes you back

“Are you jealous of me and him, is that why you did it ?” you continue

She scoffs “Jealous of what ?”

“Of our love !”

“Oh please, he left you ! He left you like they always do, I was doing you a favor you stupid slut !”

You’re taken aback by her insult “Eddie loves me and I’m not a slut I’m almost married !” you exclaim showing your ring

“Right, everyone in town knows you’ve been offering your services for money” she lets out with a sadistic smirk on her face

“I only did that to pay for my plane tickets and your nurse” you retort unashamed

“And I don’t know who you’ve been seeing lately but I can tell you’ve been sleeping with another man, it’s written all over you” she spits out

“I’ve been doing this for YOU !”

“Please” she scoffs

“I jerked those guys off to be able to see Eddie and guess what ? Instead I had to pay for your stupid treatment that’s not doing shit !”

She offers you a disgusted look but you don’t care.

“And I’ve been sleeping with Steve Harrington so he could get his parents to help us with the bills” you lie through your teeth

She laughs “Like you care about me, all you care about is yourself ! You’re a selfish monster, you’ve always been selfish since the day you were born ! You try to pretend that you care but I know it’s been eating you up inside having to stay here with me instead of going on the road with your satanic boyfriend  ! And you know what ? I’m glad I got sick because now you’re stuck here with me, maybe that’ll give you a lesson on being a good Christian. Maybe you’ll stop thinking you’re better than me, better than this town, better than this life !”

“I HATE YOU” you yell at her

“You’ll end up just like me. Get that in that thick little skull of your-“ she’s cut off by a sharp pain, she looks down to see a knife planted in her chest, her eyes widen as she sees it’s your hand holding it. She looks up at you again to see your face red in anger staring right at her “I knew it” she lets out slowly feeling the life slipping out of her. You take the knife out and watch her fall to her knees in pain. “I knew you were a monster, saw it in your eyes the other day”

You scream at her words and stab her again “I WILL NOT BE STUCK HERE WITH YOU ANYMORE” you yell as you continue to stab her. ”I’M NOT STAYING IN THIS TOWN” you cry out loudly

You let out a sigh and stare at her body on the floor bleeding out rapidly. Shit, what are you supposed to do with her now ? Steve is supposed to come over later you can’t have a dead body lying around. You drag her body across the floor and throw it back on the bed, covering it with lots of covers to hide the blood. You close her blinds and shut the door behind you hoping it won’t start smelling bad too soon. You look down at your overalls, sad that you have to get rid of them now.

You proceed to get ready for your date with Steve, finishing cleaning the trailer and yourself. You jump off from the couch excitedly when you hear his BMW parking in front of your place.

“Steve !” you exclaim jumping in his arms as soon as he gets out of his car, it’s not like you care about anyone seeing you since Wayne left this morning.

“Hey baby, I’m happy to see you too” Steve giggles closing his arms around you

“Come with me” you grab his hand and pull him inside

You kiss him hard when you close the door, adrenaline pumping through your body.

“Please, fuck me right now” you beg against his lips

“What about your mom ?” Steve asks in between kisses

“She’s sleeping, don’t worry”

He picks you up and pushes you against the door, you close your legs around his waist and moan when you feel his hard on pressing against your clit.

“You look so pretty in this dress” he compliments you

“Want you to fuck me in it please” you whine

“Fuck, yeah I can do that baby” he grunts

He rips your lacy underwear off you and you moan at the action, you help him get his cock out of his unzipped fly and guide him to your pussy. You moan in unison when he penetrates you.

“I missed you baby” he whines against your chest

“Missed you too, so much”

He picks up his pace and you close your eyes at the intensity, you forget where you are, what you’ve done and what’s hiding somewhere under the covers. But you don’t forget about Eddie. You open your eyes and see him walking towards you, shaking his head in disappointment. _“I thought you were a good girl” _you whine when you hear his voice _“But you’re just a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you ? You can’t wait for me to come home so you fuck the first pretty boy that flirts with you, uh ?” he tsked at you and continues “Such a cock hungry little whore, let see how much you can really take baby. Can you take the both of us ?” _You moan louder and feel your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Fuck Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.” You hear Steve say

You open your eyes, realizing they were closed the entire time. Eddie wasn’t here but you can still hear his voice in your head, threatening to punish you.

“Cum please, I want to feel you” you whimper out your eyes fluttering shut again in hope to see Eddie again.

You both cum after a few more thrusts, you want to scream Eddie’s name but you bite your tongue instead. After a few seconds, you open your eyes slowly and jump as you see your mother standing behind Steve looking at you.

“What is it baby ?” Steve asks you

You shake your head, once your brain is less cloudy you stare at the spot where you saw your mother and see that she’s gone.

“Nothing, aftershocks” you smile down at him and peck his nose

“You’re so cute” he sighs looking at you

“You’re not too bad yourself Harrington.”

Steve spends the whole evening and night with you, not even questioning why your mother hasn’t come out of her room yet. You guess spending hours in your bed fucking you made him dizzy enough to forget about her altogether.

You wake up the next morning cuddled against him, it was nice and warm you didn’t want to leave. But you have to get up and buy a new phone cord today and have your evening shift at the diner. Although you could afford missing one shift since you didn’t have to pay for your mother’s bills anymore.

“I want to stay here all day.” You murmur half asleep

“Me too” you hear Steve reply and smile

So you cuddle against him some more and fall back asleep. You both miss work that day.

That night when he’s slowly fucking you into your mattress you hear him whisper “I love you” against you ear. You smile, but tears fall down on your cheeks. Steve kisses your tears away and kisses you deeply making you moan against his mouth. “What’s the matter baby ?” he asks looking down at you. You shake your head as if to say ‘nothing’ so he kisses you again. He puts his forehead against yours “I love you” he repeats looking into your eyes.

“I love you too” you reply choking back a sob

Steve smiles at you triumphantly and picks up his pace. You don’t cum with him this time.

You lie awake while Steve sleeps soundly next to you. Did you love Steve ? He was sweet, handsome and he loved you. But he’s not Eddie. You sigh a shaky breath and close your eyes in hope to find some peace in your slumber, but you weren’t that lucky. A million scenarios goes through your head, Eddie killing Steve when he finds out and breaking up with you, leaving Hawkins and you behind to live his dream life. Then Steve killing Eddie, you killing Steve and ending up all alone. Then Steve and Eddie killing you because you weren’t loyal enough to make a good wife, this one hurt the most. But then another scenario comes, what if Steve and Eddie accepted each other and you ? You three could be the happiest you’ve ever been, with Steve’s money, Eddie’s talent and yours, your future would be bright. You’d have the chance to be with two handsome men, sleep with them, love them and they’d love each other too. You know Eddie is attracted to men and you accept him for who he is, and something’s telling you that Steve’s need to prove himself as a lady’s man was there for a reason. This scenario takes over your whole brain, giving you the illusion of being real. This is what your future looks like.

The next morning you wake up with a smile on your face. You wake Steve up with breakfast in bed and a kiss on the cheek.

“What do you have planned for today ?” Steve asks you sipping on his coffee

“Well I need to go to work but I’m not sure about my schedule for today so I have to call them. Oh that reminds me I need to buy a new phone cord ! Mine broke on accident that’s why I haven’t heard from Eddie in so long.” You babble “What about you ?”

“I start work at 2pm so I can go to the store with you if you want. What are you going to tell Eddie ?” he asks trying to sound casual

“I don’t know” you shrug “We haven’t talked about being bringing other people in our relationship, why would we ?” you laugh “So I don’t know how to bring that up.”

Steve stays silent with a confused look on his face.

“Maybe we can wait for him to finish the tour and we can talk to him together ! He’ll crack in a second when he’ll see your cute puppy dog eyes.” You giggle

“Wait, are you serious ?”

Your face falls at his question.

Steve scoffs “You think I want to be with you and Eddie ?” he questions

“Well it’s that or nothing. You know I love him.” You frown in confusion, you were sure he’d be okay with it.

“You told me you loved me !” he exclaims

“I do ! But I love him more, he’s the love of my life.”

“You cheated on the so called ‘love of your life’. Multiple times !” he states angrily

“He’ll understand” you shrug “He loves me and you said it yourself he’s probably fucking with a bunch of other people right now ! And I forgive him !”

“You’re a fool !” Steve says getting up to get dressed

“Where are you going ?” you ask with a pout

“Home.”

“You said you were going to the store with me”

“And now I’m going home.”

“You can’t leave me alone”

“You’re not alone, your mother is here. By the way where is she ? Are you sure she’s okay ?” he frowns in thought

You scoff “Now you’re asking questions about her ? Jesus.”

Steve just shakes his head and goes for your bedroom door but you step in front of him to stop him.

“Let me go.” He says sternly

“NO ! You’re not leaving. Why are you trying to leave ?” you shout

He’s surprised at your tone at first but anger takes over pretty quickly “Because I don’t want to be yours and your boyfriend’s toyboy, Jesus !” he screams back “Who the fuck do you take me for ? You think you can use me, fuck me like that and look me in the eyes and call another man the love of your life ?”

“You didn’t mind it before.” You point out dryly

“Move out of the way.”

“No you’re not leaving me ! You said you loved me, you can’t leave too !” you raise your voice again

“I do love you-”

“Then why are you leaving me ?” you cut him off sobbing hysterically

“You’re scaring me, calm down.” Steve moves to touch your shoulders but you push him off

“Stop lying ! If you loved me you wouldn’t do this to me, everyone keeps leaving me behind why are you doing this to me ?” you sob more

He whispers your name “I can’t be in a relationship involving another man. That’s not who I am” he tries to remain calm to not fuel your fire more than he already did

“Right” you scoff “Then why were you so eager to fuck me then ? You never even called me by my name before just ‘Eddie’s girl’. I noticed the way you looked at him when we used to come in together to rent a movie. You can keep lying to yourself about it but not to me. You like him.”

Steve is at loss for words and you see him clenching his fists.

“What are you going to hit me now too ? Will that make you feel more like a man ?”

“Stop it” he hisses                                                                            

“Fucking me wasn’t enough to prove to yourself that you’re not a just big fucking faggot huh ?!”

Steve throws his breakfast tray across your room at your words.

You scoff “pussy” and leave your room Steve following close behind.

“Don’t say shit like that to me !” He grabs your arm to make you face him

“What are you going to do about it ?” you challenge him the thrill you felt a couple of days ago coming back. You can see the gears turning in his head, he wants to hit you, he really does but won’t do it. He sighs and makes a move to let you go but you slap him, his face turns and you see him clench his jaw before he slaps you back. He hits you with so much force that you almost fall to the ground. Your right ear is ringing but you hear him mutter “fuck this” and grab his car keys.  Before you can think you grab the pan you used to make his bacon and hit him in the head from behind.

“You’re not leaving me !” you scream in rage

He falls on the ground unconscious.

“Fuck no no no no no no” you panic and check his pulse, you sigh in relief when you feel it.

But you can’t take him to the hospital he might press charges so you decide to wait for him to wake up and make things better before taking him to a doctor. You drag him back to your bedroom but he’s too heavy for you to be able to throw him on the bed so you let him lay on the floor.

You come back from a shower and Steve is still unconscious, you sigh and lay with him on the floor after getting dressed.

Hours later you feel him move against you, waking you up from a nap.

“Steve !” you exclaim

You hear him mutter your name softly and you smile at the sound.

“Yes Steve it’s me, are you okay ? How’s your head ?”

“Where am I ?” his words are slurred

“You’re in my room, remember we got into a fight earlier ? You slapped me but it’s okay I forgive you Steve, I’m sorry too.”

He says your name again and you smile caressing his cheek softly with your thumb. You feel a tear fall against your finger and frown.

“Why are you crying, what’s wrong ? Is it your head ? I’ll get you some ice !” you stand up but stop in your tracks when you hear him speak again

“I wish I never met you” he mutters

“What ?” you sit down next to him again

“I wish I never met you, you’re insane” he speaks up again louder

“You don’t mean that” you shake your head tearing up at his harsh words

“You’re insane fuck” he tries to get up but fails he looks up at you with a pleading look and you smile at his cute puppy dog eyes

“There’s my sweet boy” you whisper caressing his cheek again

“Don’t touch me” he spits out

“Steve it’s me you’re fine, I love you” you tell him

“You don’t love me, you’re fucking insane let me out of here” he tries to get up again but realizes that his legs and wrists are tied up “Fuck, HELP !!! HELP ME” he yells at the top of his lungs but you slap your hand against his mouth

“Shut up” you hiss. Steve still tries to yell, you roll your eyes at the pathetic muffled sounds and take out the knife you hid under your bed and press it against his neck “Knock it off.” You say with a harsh tone. He shuts up immediately looking terrified. “So you fuck me, tell me you love me and now you’re telling me you wish you never met me ? You’re sending me really mixed signals here Harrington.” You take your hand off his mouth but keep the knife pressed firmly against him.

“Please, let me go. I didn’t mean it ok ? I love you, I’ll be with Eddie too fuck I’ll have sex with him. I’ll do anything.” He pleads

“Yeah like you need my permission to do that” you roll your eyes

“I love you, please don’t kill me” he begs some more

You look into his eyes while he continues to tell you he loves you and begs you not to kill him.

“No you don’t.” you realize “You don’t love me. But thank you for making me feel like you do, I really needed that.” you smile sadly

Steve’s eyes widen before you slit his throat. You look him in the eyes as you watch the life leave his body through your blurry vision. You fall and cry ugly sobs against his body, you’re really gonna miss him.

You don’t leave his side until the next day, you cried some more when you saw a white veil forming in his beautiful brown eyes. At one point you decide you can’t take the sight of him like this anymore his body was becoming more rigid and turning a different color. You go through his pockets and fish out his wallet, no cash, fuck. But there’s a fancy looking credit card you decide to take with you just in case.  As you’re about to put his wallet back in his pocket a small polaroid of him and Robin fall out of it. You feel guilty at the sight of Robin looking so happy next to her best friend, she’ll never get to see him ever again… So you rip the polaroid in pieces, you do not need to wallow in guilt and pity right now. You get up to leave your room but turn back around to look at him. “I won’t be long, I promise. See you later” you tell him softly.

As you leave your room you smell the putrid odor coming from your mother’s bedroom. You really have no idea what to do now nor where to go, until you remember Eddie’s trailer was empty and he gave a spare key months ago, you left them in the van’s glove box.

The familiar scent of Eddie and Wayne’s trailer fills your senses and a warm feeling spreads through your body, like going home after a long vacation. You take a quick shower to get rid of the smell of Steve’s skin on you and walk into Eddie’s bedroom, you put one of his beloved hellfire club shirt on and some boxers before slipping into his comfortable bed.

“I miss you Eddie” you say out loud starring at the skull ring on your finger.

You stay in his bed for endless hours trying to feel his presence but as much as you loved his room, without Eddie it really wasn’t bringing much comfort anymore. You sigh and look at the clock on his nightstand, 5am. You really need to find a way to get rid of the bodies at your place before the smell starts to get noticed by your neighbors. You wander around in his trailer brainstorming until you finally find the yellow pages, you flip through them trying to find a store where you can buy hunting and fishing gears since you can’t go in town to purchase any of that, people would get suspicious. You find a place a few towns over : The War Zone. You take off Eddie’s shirt and put your dress back on, it’s not ideal to go shopping to an army surplus store but maybe it’ll make you look more innocent and you don’t feel like going back to your trailer to get changed. When you put his neatly folded shirt back in his dresser you notice something shining under an old pair of pajama pants, you take it in your hand and frown at the sight of a hunting knife. You’ve never seen it before.

At the War Zone you get tarps, knives, an axe, ropes and a Winchester Model 1200 shotgun. At the register the cashier eyes you up and down with a perverted look on his face.

“Why do you need all that for, pretty girl ?” he asks

“My husband likes to hunt.” You reply with a forced smile

“And where’s your husband ?” he questions raising his eyebrows

You clench your fists at his question. “At work.” You reply sternly, losing your patience

He hums and rings you up. You let out a small sigh of relief and unclench your fists, you were starting to bleed again.

“That’ll be 186$ ma’am”

“Here” you hand him Steve’s credit card and sigh in relief again when the card doesn’t get declined.

“Have a nice day Mrs Harrington” the cashier smirks at you handing you your bags and the credit card back.

“T-thanks” you stutter.

You leave the store as calmly as possible and drive off slowly. You’re dreading going back to Hawkins, you’re truly alone now, broke and no shoulders to cry on. You dry your tears and take several stops on the way back to calm your sobbing.

You arrive at Forest Hills in the afternoon, you don’t even dare to look in the direction of your trailer. You pick up your bags and walk slowly to your front step dreading the feeling of entering such an empty, dead place. You don’t even notice that your front door is unlocked when you open it. You walk in and set your heavy bags down immediately, you jump at the noise of someone’s heavy breathing. You snap your head towards the noise and find him. Eddie, Eddie is here standing in your bedroom’s door frame staring at Steve’s lifeless body, you take a quick glance at your mother’s bedroom and notice it’s open as well. But you don’t care because Eddie is here !

“Eddie” you say almost not believing the sight in front of you. He turns around to look at you with an unrecognizable look on his face. “I’m so happy you’re home” you smile widely at him.

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Eddie fell in love with you the first time he saw you, back when he had buzzed hair and you had just joined the cheerleading squad. He could tell you didn’t really care for it but he was grateful he got to see you in a short skirt on a daily basis for the next few years. Until you quit. At first he thought it was because your “friends” found out about your new living situation but the more he observed you the more it looked like you were ghosting them and not the other way around. He felt your heavy stare on him in the lunch room every day and in every class you shared, he ran into you a lot more than usual and he asked himself if you weren’t stalking him. The idea didn’t freak him out as much as it should, that’s why he was so reserved to talk to you after you moved to Forest Hills. Because truth be told Eddie has been hiding a lot of secrets of his own for the past few years and he was trying really hard to burry those secrets deep deep down.

Eddie liked to think he was a good person but the obsession he’s had with you brought out the worst in him, it started with him figuring out your class schedule so he could see you in the halls as much as possible, then he followed you home that one time just to keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe since you got into a car full of boys. After finding out where you lived he would drive by your house at night to try to catch a glimpse of you from outside. One summer night he saw you walking out of your house really late, his first thought was that you were sneaking out to go to a party but you didn’t look like you were going to a party, you were wearing overalls with absolutely nothing underneath it, his cock jumped at the sight. You started walking in the direction of the woods with nothing but the clothes on your back and a plastic bag in your hand, he decided to follow you from a distance to make sure nothing bad happened to you.

Turns out you lived pretty close to shitty shore of Lover’s Lake, well it wasn’t that shitty just old and not maintained by the city, at least no one else but you came here apparently, it was the perfect place to escape. He had to stop himself from groaning when you took your overalls off to jump in the Lake, even from afar he heard you moan at the feeling of the water against your hot skin. Eddie couldn’t help it and took his cock out of the confines of his jeans and jerked off to the sight of you, you were floating on your back and he could almost see how hard your nipples were from the soft breeze of the lake. He blew his load pretty quickly and felt guilty for a short while, the feeling replaced by panic when he saw an alligator swimming your way, he started jogging towards you to warn you but you got out of the water before it could reach you. Eddie hid behind a tree instead of walking back to where he was, you were so close to him now he could hear you mutter something in your breath. He gasped when you pulled a dead cat from the plastic bag you were holding which made you turn around. Thankfully you didn’t see him hiding in the dark. You threw the dead cat in the water and watched the alligator eat it. What the fuck Eddie thought watching the scene unfold.

He stopped stalking you after this, not because you freaked him out but because you didn’t. Your behavior made more sense to him now, the way you acted towards your ‘friends’, the fact that you were the only girl who didn’t mind dissecting a frog in biology or your lack of remorse when you messed up a move in cheer practice causing one of your teammates to fall and break her leg. Eddie understood with perfect clarity who you were, and still loved you for it. That scared him. So he continued watching you but from a far distance. Sometimes he allowed himself to drive by your house when he had to run errands but he never stayed, not for long at least. He failed his first senior year on purpose so he could stay close to you. Turns out it was worth it because after all those years, you started to notice him and fell in love with him too ! Eddie has never felt so loved and accepted before, as much as Wayne loved him he knew he would never accept his dark side, that’s why he hid it so well from the world. But he knew your love for him was unconditional, he could feel it.

But when his miracle happened and fucking Slayer, one of the most metal bands ever asked for Corroded Coffin to be their opener he could tell you weren’t happy about it. Well you were happy about his dreams coming true, but not about him leaving. He saw the tears running down your face while you forced a smile when he hacked Hawkins High’s prep rally. And an awful thought crossed his mind, what if your mother died before he left ? Then you’d be able to come with him.

He wanted to feel bad for wishing for your mother’s death but he just didn’t. Selfishly Eddie hoped her cancer would kill her before the tour started, or maybe for you to snap and do it yourself ? Eddie knew you hated her, she ruined your life and he knew you had a dark side as well. But maybe you weren’t capable of murder, shit Eddie didn’t know if he was capable of it either. While you were at work he drove to the War Zone to purchase a gun but chickened out at the last minute and bought a hunting knife instead. On the way back he spotted a metal shop while he was getting gas in a small town, that’s where he saw the perfect ring for you and the idea of asking you to marry him was born.

He really tried to convince himself that killing your mother was a good idea, he’d do it for you, to free you. But he chickened out for the second time that day and hid his knife in one of his drawers. What a coward he thought to himself. Well he wasn’t 100% a coward since he still managed to propose to you that night. His heart almost burst out of his chest when you said yes. You guys made love all night.

“I love you so much sweetheart, you’re the love of my life” he whispered thrusting into you

“I love you too Eddie, fuck, I’d do anything for you” you said back tearing up at the intensity of the moment

“Anything ?” he questioned you while circling your clit slowly

“Fuck yes, I’d fucking kill for you Eddie” you moaned lost in the moment

Eddie almost blew his load at your words.

“You’re such a good girl, cum for me baby I know you want to. I want to feel you cum around me” he groaned and you obeyed instantly.

“Yes that’s it” he cooed helping you ride it out “You’re so good for me baby, I can’t wait to make you my wife” he said before emptying himself inside of you.

Leaving you was the hardest thing he ever did. And while his friends were fucking a bunch of people and going to parties after concerts, Eddie spent his nights talking to you or Wayne on the phone. He regretted not going through with killing your mother or kidnapping you and force you to leave her there, he knew you wouldn’t have minded so technically it wouldn’t really have been kidnapping. He dreaded the nights he was on the road and couldn’t talk to you, even more after you snapped at him on the phone the other day. He knew you didn’t mean it, you loved him but he was worried about your mental health. He got more worried when you stopped answering his phone calls, had something happened to you ? The worst scenarios were going through his mind, he was scared that after all those years of repressing your violent urges you’d snap and hurt yourself. He told Wayne he was worried about you but he reassured him telling him that if something bad happened to you everyone would have heard of it by now. But the more time he spent without talking to you the more it was eating him alive, maybe you’d found someone else ? Someone who wasn’t a coward like him.

When Wayne arrived in Los Angeles to visit him he was excited to see his uncle but couldn’t stop himself from asking about you the minute he saw him. Wayne gave Eddie the ring you got for him and delivered your message to him. Eddie teared up, heartbroken he didn’t get to see you.

“Look son, I think you were right about her.” Wayne told him wearing a worried expression

“Right about what ?” Eddie frowned

“I don’t think she’s doing well, I hear her arguing with her mother all the time and…” Wayne stopped not sure how to bring that up

“What is it ? Please tell me” Eddie begged

“When we talked earlier… her hands were bleeding so I asked her what happened and she made up a story about cutting herself on accident but… I think she did it to herself.”

“What do you mean ?”

“Clench your fists really hard for a sec and look at your palms” Wayne instructed him “Just do it son” he insisted when Eddie gave him a confused look in response.

Eddie clenched his fists for a few seconds and opened his palms.

“See those crescent moon shaped marks on your skin ?” Wayne asked

“Yeah that’s from my nails” Eddie stated still confused

“Well she had those but much deeper, to the point where she was bleeding. A lot.”

Eddie had to choke back a sob at this, he was right, you were hurting yourself. Fuck, all he wants is to wrap you in his arms right now and take you away from whatever was causing you all this pain.

“Also I think her mother did something to the phone that’s why you haven’t been able to reach her.” Wayne adds

“Did she tell you that ?” Eddie questioned

“She didn’t have to.”

His conversation with Wayne hunt him for days, he should’ve never left you. You need him and he needs you. After his concert he talked to his band and the crew to tell them he had to go home for a few days and they needed to find a new front man for a couple of dates. The news wasn’t received well but he didn’t care he needed to see you and take you away from this life, you deserved better.

Eddie jumped on the first plane he could find to Indianapolis and hotwired a car to drive to Hawkins even if he could’ve flied back to Hawkins with Wayne a couple of days later, but there was no way Eddie could stay behind and do nothing for much longer. He had this weird feeling that something horrible was going to happen to you. Maybe it already has. Either way he did his best to cover his tracks that’s why he opted for grand theft auto instead of renting a car.

He got out of the car the second he spotted your trailer, he banged on the door calling out your name, no answer. It was the middle of the afternoon there’s no way you were at work, you never worked in the afternoons just the lunch and evening shifts. But maybe that changed and he didn’t know it because he hadn’t spoken to you in so long, what else had changed while he was gone ? He peeked inside and your place looked empty, cold, a shiver ran down his spine. He remembered where you hid your spare key and unlocked the door, he couldn’t explain why but his feet carried him to your mother’s bedroom instead of your own. He was met with an awful smell, like rot and gas, he covered his nose and lifted the covers. He didn’t jump at the sight of your mother’s cold, decomposing dead body, he already knew what he was going to find under the covers when he entered the trailer. He walked to your room, scared he might find you in a pool of your own blood and a razor in your hand. This time he really wasn’t expecting to see Steve Harrington with a slit throat next to your bed. His first instinct was to be jealous, what the fuck was Steve Harrington doing in your bedroom ? After a few deep breaths he realized he didn’t have to feel threaten by a dead body and weirdly found comfort in this thought.

“Eddie” he heard your sweet voice say, he turned around and saw you, the real you that you’ve be hiding from everyone all those years. “I’m so happy you’re home” you said and the most painful deranged smile he’s ever seen stretched on your lips. Even the worse that the one you wore at the prep rally.

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“Sweetheart” Eddie runs to you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug “Are you okay baby ? Are you hurt ?” he asks looking into your eyes

“Eddie, are you real ?” you say more to yourself than him, like you couldn’t believe he was standing right in front of you.

“Yes sweetheart, I’m real, I’m with you. I love you” he reassures you wiping the fat tears running down your face

“Eddie, I’m so sorry” you fall into his arms and soak his shirt with your tears and snot

“No baby I’m sorry, I should’ve never left you. Are you ok ? Like physically, are you hurt ?” he asks again

“I’m ok” you mutter and he breathes a sigh of relief

“Did Harrington hurt you ?”

You shake your head against his chest “Not physically” you whisper against him

Eddie frowns at your answer “What do you mean baby ?”

“Eddie” you look up at him with the saddest eyes he’s ever seen on anyone “He… he told me he loved me and then he was going to leave me ! Again ! I couldn’t take it anymore so I…” you can’t finish your sentence and hide in his chest again

A wave of guilt washes over Eddie and he understands the situation better now, you never liked Steve, whatever happened between the two of you. You were just projecting your love for Eddie into him. Eddie hugs you tighter and cries at the revelation.

“I’m not leaving you, ever again. I’m so sorry sweetheart. You’ll never be alone again.” He promises to you

You just nod against him.

You stay in this embrace for a while. Eddie ends up asking you if you’re hungry and you realize you haven’t eaten in days. Eddie sighs, kisses your forehead and rummages through your cabinets to find something to make you. He’s not surprised when he finds almost nothing so he opts for the classic PB & J sandwich. You eat while Eddie figures out a plan to get rid of the bodies, he looks into your bags and raises an eyebrow at the gunshot.

“Why did you get this sweetheart ?” he asks you

You shrug “I think I got freaked out about living on my own. So I got it for protection.” you answer

Eddie’s expressions softens and he kisses the top of your head. You smile at his action. He grabs the axe, ropes and tarps, it seems like you had a plan of your own already.

You both drag the bodies and place them on the tarps, Eddie takes charge of cutting them up into smaller pieces while you clean the bedrooms with bleach.

“What do we do with the sheets and covers ?” you ask him from your bedroom door

“We’ll put them in the van with the tarps and find a place to throw them out with their clothes.” He casually answers

You smile to yourself and whisper a small “yes sir”. How did you get so lucky to find such a supportive fiancé ?

By the time night falls, the trailer is clean of any evidence of what happened in the past few days. But overall not too clean so it doesn’t look suspicious. You wait until the late hours of the night to put everything you needed to get rid of in the back of the van. You also packed a bag of strict necessities at Eddie’s request.

Eddie drives his van into the woods to a place that looks more and more familiar the longer you get there. He parks at the abandoned shore you used to go swimming at night.

“How do you know about this place ?” you ask him

“Well one night I saw the most beautiful girl in the world walk here, get naked and swim with the gators” Eddie replies smiling at you

You face flush at his compliment.

You help him carry the bodies near the shore and throw them out in the water. You frown when you see them float.

“Can you get the marshmallows I asked you to pack earlier please ?” Eddie asks you

You run back to the van and fish them out of your small bag quickly.

“Thanks” he tells you kissing your temple

He opens the bag and throw the candies in the water near the bodies. After a few minutes you jump when you see the bodies sink, taken down by alligators.

“Alligators love marshmallows” Eddie informs you

“Yeah, figured.” You smile at him

Eddie smiles back and puts a gentle hand on the small of your back “Let’s go” he instructs you

“Where are we going by the way ?”

“I’m driving back to California”

You stop in your tracks “You’re taking me to California ?” your face lights up

“I’m taking you everywhere baby, then yeah we can settle in California once the tour’s over.”

“But I don’t have any money”

Eddie shrugs “I have some, and you can try reapplying to UCLA for the next semester”

“How do we explain this to Wayne ?” you frown in concern

“We’ll figure it out” he grabs your hands and kisses your knuckles “Together”

“Oh Eddie” you crash your lips against his

You both melt into the kiss, it felt like forever since you’ve been intimate. Eddie guides you both to the back of his van and lays you down. He kisses down your neck and your chest, grabbing them roughly through your dress. “Fuck baby, I missed you so much.” You just moan in response, he keeps going down and lifts your dress up. He smirks when he sees the wet patch on your underwear, he rubs your clit on top of your panties making you a whimpering mess, his eyes grow darker when he sees the wet patch growing bigger. Finally he pulls your underwear to the side and gathers your wetness with his fingers before circling your clit slowly in a teasing manner. “You’re so wet baby”

“I’m always wet for you” you whisper

“Yeah ? What got you so worked up sweetheart ?” he penetrates you with his fingers making your brain go fuzzy

“You, fuck. Seeing you with that axe and the blood…” you let out a particular loud moan “It’s so wrong” you whine hiding behind your hands

“Shhh it’s okay baby let it go, don’t hide yourself from me” he reassures you “I’m the one person you don’t need to hide from. Now be a good girl and cum for me, I can feel you’re getting closer”

He’s right, since you let the images of Eddie covered in blood in nothing but his boxers and a tank top flood your mind, the pleasure in your lower belly grew hotter.

“Cum baby, make me proud” Eddie says circling your clit a bit faster

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you tense and relax as waves of pleasure take over your body. You hadn’t cum this hard in months.

“You’re so good for me baby, I’m so proud of you” Eddie coos kissing your inner thighs “I need to feel you sweetheart, you think you can take my cock ?” he asks you hovering above your face

You nod “Yes please, I want you to”

He crashes his lips against yours and licks the inside of your mouth. “My good girl” he whispers in between kisses. He pulls away for a second to pull his jeans and underwear to his knees. You moan into each other’s mouth when he slowly penetrates your pussy. It feels so good to have him inside of you again, your eyes tear up at the feeling of being so full. He thrust into you slowly enjoying the feeling of your soaking pussy around him, you feel him shiver at the sensation. Eddie puts his forehead against yours muttering praises at you. He picks up his pace, his cock hitting every spot without efforts. You close your eyes but Eddie reprimands you “Open your eyes baby, let me see you” you obey and tears fall down your cheeks. “What is it baby ?”

“I missed you so much, I love you Eddie, I love you, I love you. I don’t want to be away from you ever again” you ramble closing your legs around him bringing him even closer to you

“Shhh, It’s ok baby” Eddie coos at you wiping your tears

“Eddie I love you so much, I thought I was going to die without you please don’t go. I love you, I’d do anything for you” you cry

Eddie kisses you deeply pouring all his love for you into the kiss. “Sweetheart, I’ve loved you for so long, before we were together and even before you even knew who I was.” He caresses your cheek softly “We’re gonna be together forever, I will never let anything get between us ever again.”

“Promise ?”

“I promise my love” he kisses you again “I love you”

He picks up his pace again and circles your clit, hoping the pleasure will help you get rid of any bad thoughts swimming around your pretty head. And it works, you turn into a whimpering, crying mess letting out small ‘I love you’s. Eddie feels you tense around him and groans “fuck you’re gonna cum again baby ?”

You nod your head frantically “yeah” you manage to let out

“Cum for me I want to feel you, fuck it’s been so long, cum baby, milk my cock.”

You snap and your whole body shakes as the most earth shattering orgasm of your life washes over you.

“That’s so good baby, you’re such a good girl” Eddie praises you “I’m gonna cum” he grunts

“Please, make me yours” you whisper

“Oh fuck” Eddie’s thrust come to a halt and you feel his warm cum filling you

His head falls against your chest and you both stay in this position trying to catch your breath. Eddie lifts his head up to press another kiss to your lips and slowly pulls out of you. He puts his clothes back on and readjusts your panties and dress.

“I don’t think I can walk” you inform him with a small voice

“You don’t have to” he picks you up bridal style and you giggle

He presses a kiss to your nose and walks you to the passenger side of the van, you open the door for him and he gently sits you down and buckles your seatbelt for you. You hear him close the back door of the van before walking to the driver’s side. He buckles up too and starts driving back to the main road.

“We’re gonna drive for a few hours and try to find a junkyard to throw away the rest of the stuff back there.

“’Kay” you mutter sleepily

He snaps his head towards you and smile fondly when he sees you struggling to keep your eyes open

“You can sleep baby, we’ll stop to a motel once we leave the state.”

You hum in response.

“Hey sweetheart” Eddie tries to get your attention before you fall asleep

“Yes ?” you turn towards him

“I can’t wait to marry you”

You smile “Then we’ll be together forever, right ?”

He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it before interlacing his fingers with yours. “Forever”.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face knowing you finally get to live the life you deserved.

[mikkomacko]

For the three fans I have that supported this idea, here are my thoughts on Hunger Games Nico!

Enjoy and please discuss with me

Thanks!

Nico’s background:

-He’s from District 2

- Technically, he’s considered a career tribute although he was never officially trained for the games nor did he volunteer

-His father’s side of the family has always held the position of mayor. When his father married his mother, he moved from the wealthy part of the district to the poor area where she was from.

-But when Nico was 12 his father was appointed mayor and they moved into the house by the justice building

-Being the son of the mayor, he was pretty well fed and taken care of, making him one of the more built boys of 2

-Nico won his games at 16

-He’s known the reader his whole life. Their mothers were best friends that constructed their houses next to each other when they married.

-Nico is the youngest of his siblings with a large age gap between him and the second youngest, so when he was just two and the reader was born he was completely enthralled with her

-He spent every moment he could at her house even when she was a baby. He loved holding her or sitting by her crib to keep her company. Nico figured out that when she wouldn’t stop crying she could be soothed by rubbing her left earlobe

-By the time he was ten Nico was calling her his girlfriend and constantly holding her hand. Her first word growing up was his name though her baby babble slurred it into Neek which turned into the nickname Neeks

-While he does love his family, all of his heart and devotion go to the reader. His mother claims that he’s been independent and hasn’t needed her since the moment reader was born because all they’ve ever needed is each other

-Once they’re both old enough to walk and feed themselves, their families kind of left them to their own devices. They’re not very close with their blood families, especially Nico with his father who always tried to keep him away from reader when he was a kid.

-The sentence “you two are more each others than you were ever ours” is tossed around between their families a lot

-His relationship with his family gave him a rep around the district as very dark and self absorbed because he didn’t care for his own family let alone anyone else’s problems. To him they were all suffering in someway and he can’t help everyone but he can help his girl

-The reader only knew him as the sweet Nico she grew up with. She’d always tell her friends about how he makes lunches for her and carries her books to school and during cold winters he spends every night with her to make sure she doesn’t freeze. Whenever she tells someone about how caring and generous he is they double take

-They talk a lot about how Nico as a kid liked to try and plan their future, especially their wedding. He used to say he was going take up the mantle of mayor after his father so that he could afford to take care of her and have a family with her

Nico’s Games:

-His whole ‘tactic’ was that he would do anything to get back to his girl in 2, which he stated many times before, during, and after the games.

-The capitol loved him because he was so mature for his age and found his rough, brutish aura attractive.

-He was extremely skilled and efficient in the arena, contributing to the idea that he was a career

-The arena he was placed in was a dry, rocky canyon with a large plains area and little water. He was really good at navigating at navigating the canyon and free climbing the rocks

-He immediately started the games by joining the rest of the career pack and helping them wipe out everyone else. Being from the military district he was pretty knowledgeable on all the weapons but he mainly used knives. He’s also really strong so any hand to hand combats he easily won.

-The careers kind of used him to do the bloody work of the games because he wasn’t hesitant or scared to do anything to win.

-They planned to take him down together when everyone else died but Nico is very smart and observant so he easily noticed and planned ahead

-When just the careers and 1 other remained, he snuck away and took out the last tribute. From then he hid until they’d fought each other and were wounded and weakened at which point he swooped in and killed them

-No one is surprised when he’s ruthless and focused on winning in the arena. There’s a rumor amongst the town that he’s only capable of feeling for the reader so killing for her comes easy to him.

-When Nico makes it to final 8 of his games the crew that visits 2 is pointed to the reader before his family. The interview she does about him is so sweet and far off from the boy in the arena that the Capitol falls in love with their relationship

-Their reunion in 2 after he wins is televised and it becomes a joke amongst the Capitol and other victors that they didn’t know he had dimples since that was the only time anyone had seen him smile.

-After the games, Nico moves into the victors village and while his parents should technically live with him they live at the justice building. Because of this he pretty much just lives with the reader.

-During the winter they stay in the victors village due to its heating but during the summer he stays with her at her house or they play house in his old home just the two of them

-Nico’s time on the victors tour and mentoring creates a great friendship between him and Finnick Odair from four. He even says Finnick could’ve been his best friend if it weren’t for how much more he likes his girl

-Four years after his victory, during her last year in the reaping the reader is chosen to go the games. Like Nico’s year, this is one of rare occasions in two in which a career doesn’t volunteer.

Reader’s Background:

-She’s known for being effortlessly beautiful and welcoming

-The district people joke with her that Nico is a bear and she’s the honey

-She was an accident baby that her mother was reluctant to have and didn’t really want. While she does love her parents, she sees Nico as her real family because he’s the one person that has always wanted her

-Her family has always been really poor, even with both her parents working but Nico has always used his status as mayor’s son to keep her fairly healthy

-She’s in a lower year at school than Nico so they’re kept pretty separate but he goes out of his way (and gets in trouble for it) to see her

-Her school friends all think Nico is really attractive and giggle and blush when he comes around. Except for the guy friends who think he’s scary or tell her it’s weird that they’ve been together for so long

-She’s really good at brushing off or defending Nico calmly and sweetly

-As a teenager she gets a job at a tiny jewelry shop in town thanks to her connection with Nico. He thinks she’s making money for her family but she’s saving up so the two of them can have a pretty secure future together

-She’s devastated when Nico is reaped and is by his side in the justice building for every goodbye

-During the games she has to be pried away from the town square or the mayors tv to sleep and eat because she thinks Nico might get hurt if she looks away

-Even so, she’s certain he will win and even says so during her interview with the Capitol

-“He’s stubborn, strong, and in love” she says “who else could keep up?”

-When he comes home she’s even more attached to his side. Even when she has school he’s sneaking in to be around her or lingering outside

-Nico swears he’s going to marry her the second she’s done with school

-He definitely wants to spoil her with his winnings

Reader’s Games:

-Though the reader is prepared to die in the arena for him, Nico is really hard on her during training and mentoring so that she can win. This is the first time she sees why everyone was so scared of him.

-Knowing who she is, she becomes a Capitol favorite for being the sunshine to Nico’s rain cloud.

-Nico, as her mentor, sells the idea that it’s impossible for people not to fall in love with her and he was the lucky fool that got her

-The romance between them definitely has a role in her sponsorship and odds of winning. She also befriends her district partner in the games and ends up in the career pack like Nico because of it. Her friendship and loyalty to her district also brings in sponsors

-Fortunately, her arena is a winter frosted forest in the mountains. Her familiarity with the terrain helps her and her district partner keep themselves and the other careers alive.

-She’s also very familiar with ice and frozen water from hours spent on the frozen ponds of 2 where Nico played pond hockey with other district boys from the time he was 6. He enlisted the help of his father to make her a pair of skates and taught her everything he knows, though he never lets her play in the games because it got too violent

-While she’s unable to survive the games without killing, she is for the most part protected by the rest of the careers and spoiled by parachutes from Nico

-Her ultimate victory comes due to her ability to survive an avalanche that hits when just 5 tributes remain.

-The other two careers and tributes are killed by the disaster and her partner is injured. He’s unable to really fight but after hours of waiting and freezing, he attempts to attack her and take home the crown.

-They’re weaponless but the hand to hand combat drags on and leaves them both brutally injured. As night sets the temperatures drop and they get so cold it turns into them just waiting out until he eventually freezes to death. The reader is saved just as extreme hypothermia is setting in.

-Nico gets in trouble for fighting Capitol attendants when they won’t let him on the hovercraft to get her from the arena. He is however the first person to greet her once she’s conscious, and obnoxiously hovers over her for the crowning and exit interview

After their games:

-Nico becomes a legend for bringing two victories to district 2, and afterwards becomes a co-mentor with the reader.

-The reader admired around the Capitol for her strength, beauty, and commitment to Nico. She becomes the face for her stylist and promotes her clothing lines and other luxuries

-Instead of being given her own home in the victors village, the Capitol renovates Nico’s current house into a bigger one for them

-They’re love story is eaten up in the Capitol to the point that they to do interviews and a little show every year before the games

-Though a marriage was promised after games, her and Nico just remain engaged as they don’t want to rush anything when they can just enjoy still getting to be with each other

-They remain mentors together until the 75th hunger games in which they’re both reaped into the games alongside Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, as well as close friends Finnick and Johanna.

The Revolution:

-Nico joins the rebel plan immediately after he is guaranteed safety for the reader and their families, though he doesn’t tell her about it

-He knew he’d be going back to the arena to aid in keeping Katniss and Peeta alive but he has no idea how or why the reader ended up going back too. He assumes the reaping was rigged

-Katniss dislikes both of them at first but Peeta’s kindness turns into an alliance with both and it’s his ultimate trust in the reader that makes them all friends

-During the games the reader blindly follows everything Nico tells her in regards to keeping Katniss and peeta alive. Nico doesn’t realize it but she only does so because she’s caught onto the rebel plan

-When the arena is blown up, she is with Katniss and Johanna, but separates from them to go find Nico. He abandons his part in the plan to go find her as well, and instead finds Katniss. The reader finds Peeta who is determined to keep her safe and she tries to help him find Katniss

-Ultimately, Nico is rescued alongside Katniss and Finnick, and the reader is captured in the Capitol.

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Michael After Midnight: The Films of Quentin Tarantino

There are few directors out there as ridiculously praised and extremely controversial as Quentin Tarantino. He’s done nothing his whole career but release films that garner critical acclaim and massive fanbases due to the stellar acting and writing within his films, but at the same time he’s been relentlessly criticized for his excessive use of racial slurs, his excessive homages to the point of plagiarism, and his habit of inserting his fetishes into every single one of his movies. What fetishes do I mean? Let’s just say his films have a lot of sole, and it would be no easy feet to go toe-to-toe with how in your face he is about what he likes.

While the man does have his problems (don’t get me started, I’m here to review movies, not gossip) and his style certainly isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, I’ve found myself enjoying his work a lot ever since I was a teenager, and his films are what pushed me into checking out a lot of more obscure films in the exploitation genre; in particular, I’m a pretty big fan of blaxploitation thanks to Tarantino’s work, and I doubt I would’ve ever checked it out if not for his constant homages. I can’t really hate a guy who helped make me aware of Pam Grier, can I?

What’s most impressive is that out of his ten films there’s not one I would say is genuinely “bad.” Sure, there’s at least one I think is a boring, middling affair, and there are a couple of heavily flawed but still solid films, but there isn’t a single awful movie in his filmography. That’s honestly pretty impressive, especially considering the sort of weird throwback films he makes. After finally sitting down and watching Once Upon a Time in Hollywood recently, I decided it was finally time to bite the bullet and do what was a long time coming on this blog: Review Tarantino’s movies. And then I just decided, hey, why not review them all at once, as an homage to Schafrillas Productions and his director rankings? Oho, see, I can homage things too!

To be clear here, I’m only reviewing the films Quentined and Tarantined by the man himself; the “Tarantinoverse” is a bit more expansive than his own filmography, as True Romance (which he wrote) is canon and Machete, Machete Kills, From Dusk Til Dawn, Hobo with a Shotgun, Planet Terror, Thanksgiving, and the Spy Kids movies are all part of the “show within a show” side of his world, but those are all topics for another time. Right now, it’s all Tarantino baby! Now let’s get on to the actual ranking, and pray that I don’t put a foot in my mouth with these opinions.

10. Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood

I feel pretty safe in calling this Tarantino’s worst film. It’s not necessarily awful or anything, it has good qualities to it, but it takes every problem Tarantino’s style has and cranks it up to 11.

The film is long and dialogue-heavy, with lots of that classic Tarantino writing, but while individual scenes are good such as when Leonardo DiCaprio’s character is filming a scene with a little girl or Brad Pitt’s character goes to the ranch the Manson Family are holed up at they never really feel like they congeal into a cohesive narrative, instead feeling more like a long string of vignettes. This is especially bad in regards to Margot Robbie’s Sharon Tate, whose numerous scenes really add nothing to the movie but constant looming reminders that Helter Skelter is going to happen and lots of shots of Robbie’s feet. The excessively padded runtime is so bad that when you finally get to the part where the tables are turned on the Manson Family, a historical twist that should feel fun and cathartic, it comes off as too little, too late instead.

It’s really a shame the film is so meandering, because in almost every other aspect it really shines. Every actor is giving it their all; Pitt and DiCaprio are absolutely fantastic, Robbie brings charm even to her filler role, and every single bit part actor is fully committed and leaves a mark. Standouts include Dakota Fanning as the de facto head honcho of the Family when Manson is out and Mike Moh as Bruce Lee in a scene that is at once deeply disrespectful to one of history’s greatest action stars and also very funny. This is a film you can tell everyone involved gave a shit about.

But for me, it’s not enough for me to really love the film. I like a lot about the movie for sure, but I just hate how nothing ever really comes together in a satisfying way. Maybe if a bit of the fat was trimmed I would have a higher opinion of the movie, but as it is three hours of vignettes (even well-acted ones) is truly excessive. It’s mid at worst, but for Tarantino that’s still pretty shocking when everything else he’s done is above average at worst.

9. Death Proof

This is a truly underrated film, but frankly, it’s easy to see why it is that way. This half of the double feature that was Grindhouse is a throwback to films that were actually two movies spliced together, and it has all the issues that entails. The first half of the film is a more grounded, dialogue-heavy buildup to a terrifying conclusion, while the second half is a wild and crazy action and stunt showcase, and the two halves feel at odds with each other…which is by design, but still.

This might be a hot take, but I find the slow burning first half to be the superior part of the film. As much as I love Tarantino’s insane action films, Kurt Russell’s portrayal of the sinister Stuntman Mike is just just utterly gripping; he is easily one of the best villains in Tarantino’s filmography. The whole first half establishes him really well, building up the anxiety until he finally gets to show the girl he leaves with just how well he death proofed his car. He’s just so damn cool.

And then comes the second half where he’s reduced to a bit of a chump. And this probably wouldn’t be nearly as bad if the protagonists up against him were compelling, but they’re not. They’re a bunch of girls who are boring at best and relentlessly unpleasant at worst; the fact they leave behind one of their friends to an uncertain (but likely unpleasant) fate at the hands of a creepy redneck is especially appalling. Beatrix Kiddo they ain’t.

This is a wildly uneven film, so I can see why it didn’t find its audience right away, but I think these days it had garnered a minor cult following. If you can handle the flawed second half, this is still a really good movie with a captivating villain performance that more than makes up for its shortcomings, but I definitely can’t justify putting it any higher on this list.

8. Inglourious Basterds

Oh, this might be a controversial one. This movie is the same sort of beast as OUATIH, which is why I have it so low, but with one crucial difference: It does everything better. Yes, this movie is long and a bit meandering, but it always feels like it’s moving towards a final goal. Yes, it ends with a history-altering plot twist, but this one might be the most cathartic one of all time. And yes, there’s gratuitous feet shots, but at least they’re in plot-relevant scenes.

Of course, the best thing about the movie is the villain, Hans Landa. Christoph Waltz’s big American breakout is one of the most compelling villains of the 2010s, a charismatic, cunning, self-serving Nazi bastard who you really want to see get what’s coming to him. I might be inclined to call him the best Tarantino villain of all time.

I think what weirdly brings the film down is the titular Basterds themselves, and not because they ultimately feel superfluous to the plot; it’s the same sort of thing as Raiders of the Lost Ark, them being absent wouldn’t have changed much but we also wouldn’t have much of an exciting adventure. My issue is that Brad Pitt aside they are just not interesting or compelling at all. You really need to work hard to sell attempted filmmaker Eli Roth as the ultimate Jewish badass, and the film doesn’t really deliver. If only Adam Sandler took the role as was the original vision; we really were robbed. It’s all the worse because it cuts away from the actual compelling plot with Shosanna for these schmucks.

To be clear, I don’t think this is a bad film by any stretch of the imagination, but I find it falls short of the hype around it. I’ve seen it described as movie with a lot of great scenes that never really comes together to be a great movie, and I mostly agree with that assessment; there’s so much to love here, but also so much I don’t care about. It’s definitely worth watching but it’s also where you can see the seeds for the problems with OUATIH planted.

7. The Hateful Eight

This isn’t a Tarantino film held in a particularly high regard; it’s not exactly hated, but it’s not what anyone would call their favorite either. Its contentious nature boils down to something apparent right in the title: Every character in this movie is a fucking asshole. It can be genuinely hard to get invested in these people when they’re a big collection of liars, killers, sadists, criminals, racists, and rapists.

Now, if you can stomach these nasty characters, what you’re left with is “John Carpenter’s The Thing… but a Western!” And I have to admit as a huge fan of The Thing, this is a very solid reimagining of the concept in a grounded setting. I do wish there was any character to root for here, but watching a group of people slowly tearing each other apart in a claustrophobic, isolated setting is still fun to watch. I don’t think it’s nearly as good or insightful as Carpenter’s movie, but very few movies are.

This is definitely a movie I can see people hating more than the previous two films, but I feel like this movie is more consistent than Basterds or Death Proof. Those movies have higher highs, but this movie never hits the lows they do, and even if his character is a massive asshole Samuel L. Jackson is always great to see in a Tarantino flick. Plus that brief appearance from Channing Tatum is great, especially with how it ends. This is a very solid film, but “very solid” is about as high as the praise I’ll give it will get.

6. Reservoir Dogs

Tarantino’s directorial debut, and boy is that readily apparent. It does a good job at establishing hallmarks of his style, like the sorts of conversations his characters have, their love of racial slurs, non-linear storytelling, and his trend of casting himself as a douchey minor character. It does everything fairly well, and I’d go as far as to call it one of the best directorial debuts ever… and that’s about it, really.

Like this is a very good film with strong performances—Michael Madsen and Steve Buscemi being the standouts—but it definitely feels less refined than his later works with the same style. His sophomore film just completely blows this one out of the water, to the point it’s hard to muster up the interest to revisit this as opposed to watching Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time. It’s not that this film is bad; it’s just that Tarantino’s later films do what this one does better.

It’s definitely a good film, maybe even great, but there’s clear room to improve. Hell, there wasn’t a single shot of a woman’s feet in the whole movie! Tarantino was slacking.

5. Kill Bill: Vol. 2

Now we’re in to the really great movies. And yes, while it doesn’t keep up the energy of the first film, I would definitely call this a great movie.

Where the first volume was driven by action, this one is more driven by talking, and thankfully the characters are saying a lot of interesting things here (the standout being Bill’s media illiteracy in regards to Superman, which reveals a lot about his character). There’s also the reveal of Beatrix Kiddo’s name as well as her backstory, and there are some standout moments like Beatrix escaping from being buried alive and the tense final conversation with Bill. Overall, the film does a fantastic job at fleshing the story out and expanding our understanding of the characters.

Like I said, though, it just doesn’t keep up the energy of the first film. Budd is great and serves as a more psychological opponent, burying Beatrix alive as a way to test if she has the resolve to finish her quest for revenge, but both Elle and Bill himself are dealt with in a rather anti-climactic manner. It says a lot that O-Ren, one of Bill’s former lackeys, put up a grander and more impressive fight than her boss did. While I do appreciate the more philosophical approach, it’s hard not to be miffed when a duology called “Kill Bill” doesn’t kill Bill in a more grandiose way befitting the character.

Obviously, I don’t think it brings the film down much, and this is still a good conclusion to the story. I just can’t help but feel it could’ve amped things up just a bit, y’know?

4. Jackie Brown

This is probably the weirdest film in Tarantino’s filmography, being an adaptation of a book that lacks a lot of his usual style and features a lot of people he didn’t work with afterwards (like Robert De Niro and Pam Grier). This has led to a lot of people praising it as one of Tarantino’s best works for being unique among his oeuvre… and also a lot of people deriding it for how different it is from his usual style.

I definitely think it’s up there with his best works, but I don’t think it’s the absolute best. It’s sort of like how I see Christopher Nolan’s Batman movies; they’re great films (well, the first two anyway) but I can’t in good conscience hold them up as the best Batman media because they ultimately lack a lot of what makes me love Batman as a character. And this film lacks a lot of what makes me love a Tarantino movie; it’s a fantastic, realistic crime drama, but that’s not really what I’m watching Tarantino for, you know?

Still, its placement on this list should tell you I still see this as a must-watch. Starring Grier alone makes it worth checking out, and it definitely showcases Tarantino has far more range as a filmmaker than you’d expect.

3. Django Unchained

Right from the opening song, you can tell this is going to be an epic movie. Tarantino truly nailed the Western on his first go around, adding his own spin to the genre and making a truly stellar film. However, it’s not without a few issues.

The main cast is fantastic. We have Christoph Waltz as a noble and heroic abolitionist, an atypical role he pulls off flawlessly; Samuel L. Jackson as a sinister house slave who is all about licking the boot that treads on him; and of course Leonardo DiCaprio as a hammy, egotistical slave owner, a stellar villain role that should have nabbed him an Oscar. Even minor roles are great, with Don Johnson appearing as a plantation owner early on and Jonah Hill of all people popping up as a proto-Klansman.

You might notice I didn’t mention Jamie Foxx as the titular Django. That’s because, unfortunately, he’s a bit of an issue with the film. It’s not Foxx’s performance; he makes Django cool and likable, and his awesome trademark Tarantino roaring rampage of revenge in the third act sells him as a truly badass character. No, the issue is the narrative seems to seriously sideline him in favor of Waltz’s character, to the point for large swaths of the film he feels a bit like a side character in his own story. I don’t find it to be a huge issue, but it can be frustrating, especially since this is a very long movie and a few scenes drag on a bit longer than necessary. You really couldn’t give the title character a bit more to do until the last half hour, Quentin?

Still, I don’t think its issues hold it back all that much. This is an incredibly fantastic film whose highs easily overshadow its frustrating lows. Frankly, if any Tarantino movie deserves a sequel, it would be this one; I think Django has a lot of interesting stories in him, and a film where he actually gets to be the central character the whole time would be great.

2. Kill Bill: Vol. 1

This right here is pretty damn close to being my absolute favorite Tarantino film. Where something like OUATIH is all of Tarantino’s flaws compounded into one film, this is all of his strengths together in one film. Fantastically violent action, stellar casting with not a single weak performance, an awesome soundtrack, tons of great homages to the works that inspired it, non-linear storytelling used effectively, and more style in a single frame than some movies have in their entire runtime.

Frankly, I don’t have a lot of issues with the movie, though I kind of don’t like how all the action is front loaded while all the character insight and dialogue gets shoved into the second part. It’s nothing that makes me think less of either film, but I think maybe sprinkling more insight into who the Bride is in this movie and putting some more action in the second part would keep the sequel from feeling a bit anti-climactic. I also wish we got more of Vernita Green, the first assassin we see dispatched onscreen and the one who gets the least characterization; with a third film increasingly unlikely at this point, meaning we won’t ever see her daughter seek her vengeance, it’s a shame we don’t get at least a little more of a look into who she is as a person like we did with Budd and especially O-Ren.

Aside from that, though? This is Tarantino at his best, and Uma Thurman’s crowning achievement as an actress, one that cements her as action royalty alongside the greats like Schwarzenegger, Stallone, and Weaver. There’s just one film Tarantino did that, objectively, is a much better film, and I’m sure as soon as you saw this ranking you knew exactly what it’d be...

1. Pulp Fiction

Of course this takes the top spot. Was there ever any doubt? This movie is everything Tarantino is about rolled into one supremely satisfying package.

The cast is nothing short of phenomenal. We have Bruce Willis in his prime, we’ve got John Travolta pulling out of a career slump, we’ve got Uma Thurman and Ving Rhames in roles that put them on the map, and we have a veritable buffet of talent in minor roles, the most memorable of which is Christopher Walken telling a child the delightful story of a pocket watch’s journey home from war. There’s not a bad performance here. But of course the real superstar is Samuel L. Jackson, who gave a career-defining performance as Jules, the baddest motherfucker around (it says so on his wallet).

The great performances wouldn’t matter much if not for the great script, though. The dialogue in this film is unreal with how good it is, with characters having very odd yet also very realistic and natural conversations. Jules and Vince discussing burgers, for instance, is one of the most memorable sequences in the film… and it’s just them driving! Some of the writing is a little contentious (did you really need to have your character say the N-word fifty times, Quentin?), but none of it is really bad.

I will say Tarantino as Jimmy is one of my few issues with the film, but also an issue I kind of like anyway. His acting is a wonky and there is genuinely no reason why he should be spouting off all these racial slurs (even in-universe, since his buddy Jules and his wife are black), but the sheer audacity of the whole thing saves it. Still, I can’t help but feel the scene hasn’t aged as gracefully as a lot of the film, and the amateur performance from Tarantino sticks out all the more because he is standing right next to two of the most talented actors ever.

Another aspect of the film I think has aged pretty poorly is the gay hillbilly rapists, but I don’t think this aspect is as cut and dry as “hey maybe the white director who has little acting training shouldn’t play the guy who says the N-word.” On the one hand, having the only queer characters in your movie being depraved rapists is not a good look, though this was par for the course for the 90s. On the other hand, the movie treats Marsellus getting raped with the same level of deadly seriousness that a woman in that position would receive in a film. That’s a pretty bold, progressive plot point, especially since men getting raped (especially male-on-male) was and still is used as a joke. And watching the movie in a day and age with tons of queer characters in media does soften the blow a bit, because these aren’t the only gay characters you’ll see in fiction anymore. I think it’s important to have discussions about these sorts of archaic portrayals of queers in film, but I don’t think this breaks the movie.

In modern times the film has gotten a reputation as a “red flag” film loved by toxic guys, and I think that’s unfair; is it the movie’s fault dudebros fail to see the movie is a refutation of crime and violence? Think about it: The only person in the film who gets an unambiguously happy ending is the one who has a spiritual awakening and abandons his criminal ways to walk the Earth. Every other major character pays in some way for their continued violent ways: Butch goes through Hell and ends up in exile, Marsellus Wallace gets raped, Mia overdoses and nearly dies, and Vince does die. Hell, there’s an entire segment where Jules and Vince are repeatedly chastised for careless violence causing a huge mess; as you may recall, Jules’ pal Jimmy was not too keen to find Phil LaMarr dead in his garage, and had some choice words to say about it. Stupid people see the blood and slurs and take it at face value, but the narrative itself tells these sorts they’re well and truly fucked because when you live by the sword, you die by the sword.

Of course, my favorite interpretation of the film is that it is espousing the belief that Beatles fans are superior to Elvis ones, as an extension of Mia’s comment in a deleted scene that you’re either an Elvis person or a Beatles person. Vince is clearly an Elvis guy, and he is presented as an unprofessional, careless buffoon who causes numerous issues and ends up dying due to his own inattentiveness; meanwhile, Jules is vaguely implied to be the proverbial “Beatles guy” (he calls the robber in the diner “Ringo”) and escapes the film unscathed. This is even funnier when you consider that one of Tarantino’s first onscreen roles was as an Elvis impersonator in Golden Girls, something that implies he might be an Elvis guy himself, which would make the film the most epic act of self-deprecation ever.

This is one of the greatest sophomore releases from a director ever, and one of the greatest films of the 90s. This film frequently finds its way to the top of “best films of all time” lists, and with good reason; it is, to this day, just that good. I think there’s a temptation to call any of his other films his magnum opus due to just how acclaimed and pervasive in pop culture this film is, but it got that way for a reason. It is a damn good crime story with all sorts of twists and turns and plenty of stuff for viewers to ruminate on and interpret as they please. Hell, I thought I liked Kill Bill more than it until I rewatched it, but boy does this just blow even that masterpiece out of the water.

If nothing else, the film is incredible for one simple reason: Tarantino managed to insert his foot fetish into the film without it feeling as needlessly gratuitous as it is in some later films! Bravo, Tarantino!

[transmutationisms]

Do you have any further thoughts on the word twink and how it’s somewhat evolved into a pejorative term used to denote any kind of stereotypically gay man because it drives me insane since its original definition referred to a body type (or a porn category. to be real. 10 years ago this is what it meant) and not really about behavior or whatever “twink culture” is supposed to mean now and how people use it to talk about fat phobia/gay desirability politics as you mentioned. I understand language evolves but I feel like this word specifically has evolved in an extremely insane way and now every time I hear a straight person call someone a twink as a socially acceptable way to call them a homo but not in a nice way it drives me crazy and when I saw people doing discourse about Troye Sivan’s rush music video because it celebrated “twink culture” I really felt like I was trapped in some kind of endless mirror hallway hell

i guess my twink hot take is that gay people, no less than straight people, are prone to ascribe personality traits and moral status to appearance, including body type, and as far as i can tell this has always been part of what "twink" meant. like i agree that the way straight people have picked it up as just being, like, a socially acceptable way to basically imply homophobic slurs is bizarre lol, but i think twink has always had some element of negative judgment baked in. like a certain degree of superficiality or insubstantiality always seems to have been ascribed along with any pronouncement of twinkhood.

anyway yeah what i was thinking wrt desirability politics is that it seems to me that a lot of weird discussions occur where someone uses the word "twink" to stand in for "gay man who has access to certain social privileges", often specifically thinness and whiteness. and it's a frustrating use of this term because, while fatphobia and white supremacy are manifest in gay subcultures no less than in straight overcultures, they extend beyond and around 'twinks' and framing a discussion this way tends to just lead into really pointless and weird asides about 'twink culture' or whatever rather than naming the actual terms on the table.

i also think "twink" is complicated by the fact that, while it's not synonymous with "effeminate", it has pretty much always included an element of femininity, partly because femininity is often inherently read into the thin / hairless / young body. i think this speaks to the dual position of 'twinks' as objects of both desire and derogation; many such cases wrt femininity and specifically trans-femininity. anyone trying to talk about 'twinks' as though this is some kind of universal gay beauty standard is, i think, really failing to grapple with this element of gender deviation and how it's received by both straight and gay people. again i think this is an outcome of trying to use the word "twink" as a shortcut to discuss things like fatphobia and white supremacy in gay beauty standards, rather than naming those things and then interrogating their role in the construction of the 'twink'.

[secretlyawitch]

The legacy

Pairing: Wednesday Addams × Fem Reader

Summary: You were Infatuated by Wednesday Addams. Little does she know you have a dark past.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic. It was inspired by "First Kill". There are going to be multiple parts. I will try to post daily so I hope you guys enjoy. Please give me feedback.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption. Kissing.

Part 6

Part 7

You were standing in the corner, red solo cup with unidentified liquid in one hand, music you don't listen to blaring. The lights consistently changing colours giving you a headache. A pretty cliché teen party, you thought to yourself.

Bodies were smashing against each other, grinding and twerking with no shame. Wednesday's prediction is accurate as ever. She never seems to be wrong about anything. And you never seem to not think about her. You still wonder why she decided to not attend. But that was her choice. Taking a sip out of the plastic cup, you scrunch up your nose. Who made this? It's definitely not Yoko's since she is an expert beginner mixologist.

Enid comes stumbling towards you, the bodies pushing her around. She finally reaches you. "I think Xavier added too much alcohol in the punch." She stated. She takes a look around. "I haven't seen Wednesday, where is she?" She asks curiously.

"Yeah it's pretty strong." You say while chugging your drink, avoiding the question Enid asked. She looks at you suspiciously. Knowing her she is going to push you for answers.

"Answer my question Y/N." She states sternly.

"She said she's not coming."

"What! Why?"

"I don't know Enid, and I need another drink." You sigh. Walking away from the concerned blonde and finding the drink table. You pour yourself another weirdly coloured drink and down it.

"Woah there, slow down." Bianca stands next to you. You look at her and slightly roll your eyes. You don't know why you became so annoyed all of a sudden. But then it hits you. You always get extremely irritated the night before you turn. You need to get to your dorm before you hurt someone, even if you didn't shift into a vampire, you're still a danger. You shouldn't have come to this stupid party.

You turn to leave but your head spins, and your struggle to stand with everyone bumping into you. You should not have downed that last drink. Just when you thought you were going to burst out in a fit of rage, a hand grabs your arm roughly and starts dragging you towards the door. You can't see who it is yet, but you get a weird calming feeling and let the mystery person continue to lead you.

When you were outside in the hall you could clearly see who it was. Wednesday. You smile widely. "Hii Wens!" You slur out slowly. She ignores you completely and continues to drag you until you reach her dorm. She throws open the door, pulling you inside and shutting the door.

"Sit." She orders while pointing at the bed.

"Noo I don't wanna!"

"Sit. Down. Y/N". She says, her voice low and dangerous. You immediately sit down. No questions asked. "Stay there." She says while going into the bathroom. She comes back out with a glass of water. "Drink." She orders. You take a couple of sips.

"All of it." She says. You drink the rest of the water. She sits down at her desk. After a while, She looks at you, you're laying with your head against the headboard of the bed. Eyes scrunched shut, due to a headache, she assumed.

"Have you sobered up?" She asks monotonously.

"A little, my head is killing me." You say, your voice hoarse.

She gets up from the desk and goes into her closet. She comes back with an oversized black t-shirt and throws it at you.

"Good." She says and turns back around to continue typing. You take that as your que to put on the t- shirt. "Why are you being so short with me?" You ask. You know that you should thank her for helping you, but because of your attitude and heightened temperament due to turning tomorrow, you can't help but be a little offended.

"Because for some unfathomable reason I seem to care about you Y/N." She says, frustration laced in her voice.

You are taken aback. You look at her, unsure of what to say. "What do you mean?" You ask her.

She sighs loudly and stands up from the desk.

"I always told my parents that I would never have a cliché romance love story like them. And I meant it with my whole soul. I told myself I would never fall in love and be a housewife. I would always be alone and that I would enjoy the solitude that it brings me. But then you came along, and made my whole body warm with your presence. And when I am away for you, I kept wishing the solitude away. I wanted you near me all the time, and I'm not supposed to feel that way. I'm not supposed to like y-"

You cut her off, your mouth against hers. You expected her to push you away and murder you on the spot, but instead her body relaxes and she melts into the kiss. Her lips are soft, the taste of black cherry and the smell of Dark wood and Vanilla filling your senses. You can stay there forever, but then it ended when she pulls away.

"Why did you do that?" She asked, face flushed and out of breath.

"Because I needed you to shut up to tell you that I like you too. Please don't kill me." You asked her nervously, stepping away slightly and wary of her every move.

She stomps forward, grabbing your shirt and slams your lips together once more.

Part 8

[noperopesaredope]

My Dumb New BNHA OC (Part 2)

(Read part 1 before reading this. This post will make no god damn sense otherwise)

I took one of my favorite fan OCs and paired him together with one of my least favorite characters in BNHA.

Usually, people ship their OCs with a character they like, or a side character who they don’t hate. Usually, people’s OCs hate Mineta. But Kaito, my nicest, most lovely OC, decided to get with Mineta of all people.

I mainly did it as a funny joke. At some point in time, I discovered the “Mineta Redemption” tag on AO3 and thought it was interesting. I read some of the fics, and they were pretty good. A few years before that, I accidentally read a fic with “Homophobic Mineta”, and despite loathing him at the time, I felt annoyed with it. It felt weirdly OOC. 

In my brain, Mineta wouldn’t be straight up homophobic. At most, he’d be mildly confused and uncomfortable at most. He might also be a little creepy around lesbians. But he didn’t seem like the type to call someone a slur or use hate speech. He would just be kinda ignorant. In fact, rewatching clips of him, I think he might be pretty supportive if one of his guy friends came out to him. He does have positive moments in canon, it’s just overshadowed by creepiness.

Then I found the “Bi Mineta” tag, and that changed the fucking game. Imagine Mineta straight up not knowing what gay people are, and then he learns and slowly realizes that he might like guys. He’s just in denial. Or even Mineta having extreme internalized homophobia. It sounded great.

Originally, some drafts of Kaito were going to have him be extremely charismatic and able to attract all sorts of people. He’s kinda like Alejandro from TD but with a different personality. At some point, I randomly thought to myself: “wouldn’t it be funny if Mineta of all people ended up crushing on Kaito and was confused as hell about it?” Then I thought, “oh god, wouldn’t it be even more hilarious if this sweet, low key perfect guy who could get with anyone he wanted ended up crushing on MINETA of all people?”

And thus, a ship was born. Kaito has changed and evolved overtime, but for the most part, he has remained Mineta’s love interest. It was supposed to be a joke, an ironic ship for shits and giggles. But once you start shipping something “ironically,” eventually you’re gonna end up shipping it unironically.

They first meet at an empty bus stop, where Mineta is waiting for the bus (for some reason). Kaito runs up to the bus stop and ends up standing next to him. Kaito mistakes Mineta for a kid and asks where Mineta’s parents are. Mineta tells him that he’s 16, and Kaito immediately becomes apologetic and rambles awkwardly for a minute before shutting up. Then, he kinda recognizes Mineta (though not fully) and asks if he goes to UA. Turns out, Kaito also goes to UA, but just the Support Course (you know, with Mai). He also just so happens to be the twin brother of one of Mineta’s classmates, Mika (another OC of mine who is important to this story). They talk for a few minutes and introduce themselves.

Then, Mineta notices a pin on Kaito's bag. It’s a pin for a (very obscure) harem anime that nobody else has ever heard of. But both Mineta and Kaito just so happen to love it. They start excitedly talking about it with each other, and end up exchanging numbers. They begin texting each other, growing closer and closer. Mineta thinks Kaito is the coolest guy in the world, and takes his opinion very seriously. At some point, Kaito invites Mineta over to his house to watch a movie/show with him. They end up having a great time, and it’s very friendship goals.

They hang out more and more frequently, since neither of them have many friends, and they like spending time together. Kaito starts to give Mineta a new perspective on the world and people, and Mineta slowly realizes that maybe he has a skewed view of not just girls, but relationships in general. He didn’t have the best view of himself, and that was affecting how he interacted with other people. I’ve always headcanoned Mineta as having dwarfism (which is why I low key hate it when people make him taller/have a growth spurt), and while he is far from perfect representation, I do think that it can give him a lot of extra depth and even explains elements of his behavior. Him being disabled could be interesting if explored correctly. 

As you may know from the previous post, Kaito also has a physical disability, but he doesn’t mind it all that much. Yes, it can be difficult, but he embraces his disability completely. Mineta is very insecure about his disability and how others perceive/treat him because of it. He has a lot of insecurities that shape his behaviors, and may have underlying concerns about whether or not he is lovable. 

And then here comes Kaito, a guy who embraces his own disability to the fullest. Even when facing discrimination, he doesn’t let it affect how he views himself or his disability. He is proud of himself, and he ends up introducing Mineta to a new perspective on disabilities. Kaito may even invite him into an online group chat of others with disabilities or a support group. Kaito inspires Mineta to accept himself as a person, and this causes growth.

But romantic relationships aren’t one sided. Kaito likes a lot of things about Mineta as well. Kaito admires the fact that Mineta wants to be a hero, and while obviously Mineta is a bit of a coward, he is really good at being a hero (found this video, and wow I forgot how much skill he actually has). He can also be pretty brave when it matters. Even though his reasons for becoming a hero weren't the best, Kaito still admires him for it.

Mineta doesn’t exactly have confidence in terms of liking himself, but he still throws himself out there and does things with very little shame. Maybe not enough shame. But the point still stands. He puts himself out there and tries. Kaito isn't always the type to try. He doesn't put himself out there in the same way. So seeing Mineta constantly speak his mind is admirable to Kaito.

Kaito also thinks that Mineta is just a generally funny and interesting person. When he’s not being a little piece of shit, Mineta actually has a surprisingly good sense of humor. He’s mainly good at making slightly snarky/sarcastic comments that can catch you off guard, but still make you laugh. That’s why Kaito loves watching certain kinds of shows with Mineta. You know, the ones you can watch with friends and make comments about while you’re watching it. They also like to rewatch their favorite shows together and actually talk about it while watching, pointing out certain details and what they find interesting. Kaito actually thinks that a lot of Mineta’s points can be pretty good, especially in regards to stylization and character design.

While it’s not exactly canon, I have seen multiple people headcanon Mineta as being good at drawing, and I like that headcanon a lot. Perhaps he’s particularly good at drawing the human figure (not for the best of reasons, but the point still stands), and is very particular about proportions and stuff. He’s very into anime, and thus his artstyle is very anime-esque, but he actually excels in realism. So Kaito frequently compliments Mineta on his drawing skills. Plus some of his other skills, like how he uses his quirk in really creative and versatile ways.

Mineta’s less favorable traits have not gone over Kaito’s head. He only bore witness to Mineta’s more creepy side after having known him for a decent amount of time, but he was already aware of Mineta’s insecurities and personal issues by that point. So Kaito was aware of why Mineta acted the way he did, and he wasn’t completely unaware of how horny his friend could get. Most people would have dropped Mineta after seeing how creepy he can be, but one of Kaito’s minor/major flaws is thinking “I can fix them” whenever he has a slightly shitty person in his life. Somehow, he actually succeeded in this with Mineta.

Overtime, Mineta starts to hit on the girls less and is generally less creepy. Eventually, he stops hitting on people altogether. He also starts smiling more often, like he’s legitimately more happy in general. He engages with people, and he’s still kinda socially awkward and tries a little too hard, but he’s better at it. It’s almost like he’s more “present,” talking not for the sake of social attention, but because he legitimately has something to add. It takes a little while for people to notice, but they do.

At a certain point, Mineta starts catching feelings for Kaito, but it takes a while for him to realize it.

Mineta’s crush on Kaito is actually kinda funny because despite feeling sexual attraction towards girls almost 24/7, Mineta hasn’t had very many (romantic) crushes. Even in canon, he doesn’t seem to actually have a specific crush on anyone, just generalized, desperate lust. So when he starts having a legit crush on a person, he acts very differently. It’s so fucking obvious, too. When he’s sexually attracted to someone, he acts the way he does in the show, and is much more upfront. But when he has a normal crush, Mineta is much more shy about it. He acts the way he usually does around Kaito, but when Kaito compliments him, Mineta’s suddenly blushing and turning into mush. When he talks about Kaito, it’s in such an adoring way, like “he’s so smart and cool and interesting and amazing and-”

And Kaito's not much different. As mentioned earlier, he frequently compliments Mineta, and things he is just amazing, even if he isn't perfect. They are still normal friends, and when they hang out, the tension isn't too high. They just enjoy each other's company. But there will still be the occasional moments where the

It's honestly really obvious that they like each other. While I might not do this, as I have funnier plans in mind, it would be funny if Mineta invited Kaito over to the dorms one day to watch a movie together and Kaito met the rest of Class 1A. Everyone sees how Mineta acts towards him (and hears him talk about him), and they immediately pick up on the fact that Mineta probably has a crush. They can even tell that Kaito feels the same way (again, this subplot might not happen, but it would be hilarious). But the pair are both fucking oblivious, and it’s almost infuriating. Like, just fucking kiss already.

And eventually, they do. It’s such a fun scene. While I was working on the two of them, I finally listened to “Loser Baby” from Hazbin Hotel, and it was like a lightning strike of inspiration. Not only did it help me flesh out their relationship and them as characters, but it made one of my best confession scenes. Basically, the two are watching a (completely original to the BNHA Universe) show that Kaito has seen before, but Mineta hasn’t. In the show, one of the characters ends up having a whole monologue that Mineta relates a little too hard to, and he starts crying.

Kaito asks him what’s wrong, and Mineta basically starts talking to him about how he feels like nobody really likes him all that much because he’s kind of a shitty person. Yes, his classmates no longer hate him, but few of them actually like him. He generally just has a lot of personal issues regarding self worth and stuff. Kaito admits that he struggles with that kinda stuff too sometimes, and they both go quiet for a moment, before Kaito has an idea. He presses play again on the remote, knowing what happens after the monologue in the show. It’s “Loser Baby” (though the context is a bit different). Kaito sings along to Husk’s part, directly to Mineta, and it’s kinda silly at first, specifically during the first chorus. But then, like in Hazbin Hotel, it actually gets really cute. 

There is one small difference in the song during this scene. At some point, before the part where Angel and Husk are under the umbrella together (timestamp 2:20 in the original), there is a small musical break. During this part, this little exchange happens:

Kaito: *Grabs Mineta’s hands in his* “Hey, what you said about nobody liking you? That’s not true.”

Mineta: *Not looking at him* “How do you know that?”

Kaito: “Because…I like you.”

Mineta: “Yeah, but nobody likes me, like, romantically.”

Kaito: “.......I do.”

Mineta: *Freezes in shock, then slowly looks up at Kaito* “Really?”

Kaito: *Blushing like crazy* “Yeah.”

Mineta: *Also blushing* “Me too.”

Kaito: “Really?”

Mineta: “Yeah.”

They look back to the TV again when they hear the final start of the song begin. The part with the umbrella. And the two sing along to the song together (there are subtitles). Then, as soon as the song ends, Mineta and Kaito do a deep kiss.

This isn’t where the story ends. This is more the end of part 1 of their romance. Once they start dating, things are both the same and completely different. And it’s a lot crazier. But I’ll talk about that in either another part, or create a fanfic like a normal person.

Stay tuned if you want to hear more about this chaos. I’m way too proud of it.