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sinfulpanda16 · 8 months

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Forget Him Sweetheart

Gojo Saturo x fem reader

Synopsis: You were just cheated on by your shit ex and go seek comfort from your friend Gojo, but one thing leads to another and soon you receive a huge comfort

You open the door to your apartment and head inside. So many things going on in your head and all of it gave you the biggest migraine. You close the door behind you and set your keys on the little table beside you. You stand there for a second and then your tears start to fall. You were able to hold them back when you saw your boyfriend cheating on you, on the drive home, and on the way up to your apartment. You wanted to be that woman you've always seeked to be. The one that would throw away her man like trash when he was caught cheating and not even be phased about it, but you couldn't hold them back. It only hurt your head more.

You walk to your bedroom and wrap yourself under the covers. This pain was immense, it hurt so much anyone could hear it in your cry. You grab one of your stuffed animals and cry into them trying to avoid being too loud. You never thought of yourself as cheatable but right now that's all you're calling yourself. Someone who can be cheated on easily. That night you fall asleep crying thinking that the last thing you thought of was yourself as unlovable but really the last thought in your head before you fell asleep was the thought of him, Gojo Saturo.

The next day you were working at your job. A cafe where a regular would visit. All the baristas fawned over him and honestly you did too. How could you not he was so tall and charming and not to sound full of yourself, he had a thing for you. Always calling you by pet names, sweet thing and sweetheart, he made you feel beautiful. Your friend had a way with women and you've always told him his future wife would be the luckiest girl on earth.

Speak of the devil, a tall white-head enters the cafe and immediately makes eye contact with you. He smirks and goes to sit at a table by the window. You go and stand next to him, "Hello ready for your order?"

Gojo looks up at you with an eyebrow raised, "What's wrong sweetheart. No 'Good Sir' today?" You have gotten close to him to the point where you'd call him Sir or Mr as a joke. Your guys relationship had a little bit of teasing in it but thats all it was you never thought more of it.

You gave a weak smile. "Oh sorry, I've just been," a flashback of your boyfriend kissing another womans neck came to your head. You heart pound against your chest and you subconsciously clutched the fabric of your uniform above your heart. You sighed, "I just been under the weather lately." You tried of thinking about anything else that would stop the tears from falling.

Gojo did not like the view in front of him. Why was sweet thing crying? He could tell that something was wrong but he knew he shouldn't push you here of all places. He could also tell that you were trying to hide it and probably felt embarrassed.

He chuckles softly, "Well then, I have my order ready."

You look at him and get ready to write down his order in your little notepad. He looks at you, "The whole menu. Cuz it's me-n-u." You're stunned but you laugh anyway. Gojo smirks, there we go that's better. Seeing that smile on your face just looks right.

You shove his shoulder playfully, "You wierdo."

He chuckles, "Ok for real though, can I get the espresso with..." he looks back at the menu for a bit but then turns to you "What are your favorite cookies from here?"

You smile at him, "I like (f/c). They're amazing Gojo! You should try them."

He puts his menu down, "Alright then sweetheart I'll have two (f/c) please."

You write down his order in your little notepad and giggle, "Alright then we'll have your order ready for you in no time."

He leans back in his chair "I'll be waiting. Don't take too long." he says giving you a wink. You blush and turn around to make his coffee all while Gojo stares at you in your cute uniform.

Gojo is smooth as hell. He didn't take his eyes of you. Anytime you were gonna look at his direction he'd already turn away to avoid your gaze. His strong instincts just knew that something was wrong. While you were making his coffee you looked a bit too sad when usually you would be smiling and he'd get to enjoy watching you be cute. Whatever happened to make you this depressed made him want to fight your problems for you. He would fight for you but you two established from the start that you guys would just be friends and so he knew it was not his place to go fending for you. That was your boyfriends' job.

After a while he finishes his drink and was on his last cookie. He grabs the last one and takes a bite of it. Why are you so cute? Even your favorite cookies were cute like you. He gets up and heads towards you where you were cleaning one of the tables. He acts dramatic when he says "MMM! These are good. I was expecting you to have terrible taste." he teases.

"Tch you're the one with terrible taste. Don't go rubbing it off on me." you tease back. By now the cafe has gotten filled with customers so you go back cleaning the table you were cleaning. You wish you could've just stayed home and take the day off. After what happened last night you honestly didn't have the will to work today. But if you didn't than you never were gonna become that strong woman who doesn't cry over a man.

"Sweet thing." Gojo calls for you softly interrupting your thoughts.

You look up at him. Although his eyes are covered with a blindfold, you can still read his facial expression. He had a soft look on him like if he was worried for you. You stare at his facial features and then he holds out the last piece of his (f/c) for you to eat. You stood there frozen for a sec. The rest of the cafe disappeared and right now it was just you and him. Then after a while you open your mouth and go to eat the cookie he has in his hand for you. You were careful to not put your lips on his fingers, but you accidentally did, and you didn't move back. You loved his taste and frankly he loved the feeling your pretty lips touching his fingers. You slowly pull away and chew on the cookie and then looked up at him.

He's looking down at you and then he rests the palm of his hand on your cheek. "Listen darling, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you. I'm here to listen and comfort you. Ok?" he says waiting for a response.

In a quiet voice you say "Ok" and he smiles softly at you. Without another word he turns around and leaves. You stood there for a bit watching him leave.

For the rest of your shift, you didn't stop thinking about him. Truth is you did need someone to talk to and you also just wanted to see and be with him. So when you got of work instead of going home you went to his place. You're not sure why but you get the feeling that soon after your gonna forget all about these thrash feelings right now.

Finally you arrive and you go up to his door. You ring the doorbell to his huge house and after a while he opens the door. "Oh sweet thing! What are you doing here?" he asks leaning towards you.

You respond shyly "You said I can talk to you when I need someone. Gojo I need someone." Gojo shocked allows you inside and he brings you to his living room. He was being so sweet the entire time. You've never seen this side of him and you've never had anyone be that kind to you. Not even your own boyfriend. Your boyfriend cheating came back to mind.

You stop walking and Gojo turns around and goes to you a bit worried. You sniff "I'm sorry it's just-" you get cut off by Gojo. Telling you that shouldn't apologize for feeling upset. Gojo goes closer to you and you feel safe. Such a pretty feeling, you've been around strong men before but not once have you ever felt this intense feeling of comfort and security.

You let go, "My boyfriend cheated on me. I don't know why he did it. I know I'm not all that pretty but the least he could've done is brake up with me. It would've stung yes but not as much as this." You continue to cry and the entire time Gojo hates it. That fucking bastard. He thought that guy was doing his job of fending for you.

"I'm such an unlovable piece of shit! I'm not worth being loved"

Those words made Gojo wrap his arms around you. He was avoiding touching you because he didn't want to invade any of your personal space, but after hearing those heartbreaking words he knew he had to hold you.

You continue to let out your emotions in his chest. The whole time Gojo did not let go and after a while you begin to calm down. "Baby listen to me." Baby? You wipe your tears again and look up at him. "Its the other way around, that bastard does not deserve to love you. You deserve only the best kind of love and trust me when i say you do have it." He pulls a strand of hair behind your ear. He smirks, "I know you're not supposed to hear this right now but I love you sweetheart. Always had and always will and hearing you talk like this hurts. Seeing you cry hurts sweet thing. You are loved. I love you sweetheart."

God how you needed to hear those words. I love you. And those words are coming from him. You slowly start to realize the whole time you should've been with him. You start to realize that it's not your fucking boyfriend cheating on you that made you cry. It was the lack of love. The lack of his love. It was him that made has always made you feel beautiful and loved and right now you wanted that even more.

Gojo notices how your look went from sadness to lust. Careful with his next move he decides to let you do whatever you want to him. You lean in closer to lips and with that he lets you kiss him. Thats all he needed and now he can pull you closer by you waist and deepen your kiss. He continues to kiss you and then pulls away.

The taste was amazing unlike anything you've ever tasted before. Gojo smirks, "I wasn't expecting you to get so bold sweet thing." You're so hot now. You want more of him.

"Gojo please~" you sigh.

"What? Does baby want me to help her feel good?" he teases.

Now you go to kiss him again to which he happily returns. Without breaking the kiss he picks you up effortlessly and you wrap your legs around his waist. He takes you upstairs to his bedroom and places you on his bed. He gets on top of you and smirks, "Let me help you forget him sweetheart."

He takes your clothes off and you take his off. There you two were, fully naked with him on top but he was still wearing his blindfold. You reach out to take it off of him and he let's you, revealing his beautiful blue eyes. "You look beautiful" you tell him. He smiles and kisses your lips "As do you sweetheart"

He kisses every part of your body making sure you understand just how much he loves every part of you. All this riled up energy both of you have for each other leads to him positioning himself at your entrance already. You look up him with those gorgeous eyes and he goes to kiss you on your lips, "I'm gonna take good care of you darling." and before you can say anything he starts sliding into you.

He's so big, "Ah~ Gojo" you whimper and the only thing Gojo hears is music to his ears. Fuck so far he's been loving your cute noises but that whimper of filling you up made him smirk. He kisses your neck "Fuck baby you're so tight~" he says in a husky voice. You wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your arms around his waist wanting to feel every bit of him.

Gojo holds onto your hips "You're so cute when you're like this." he dotes on you. You look up at him with little tears in his eyes, "Please move~". So demanding, he licks your tears away and smirks, "Your wish is my command." He starts thrusting into you causing a wave of euphoria to rush into both of you. You feel amazing, he feels like he's in heaven and he wants, needs, you to feel the same so he focuses and making you feel good.

"Fuck yes~" you moan out loud. He's pounding into you with such force its driving you wild. As he continues to thrust into you he's looking at your face. Seeing you feel so good made him feel good and your noises drive him wild. You look into his eyes and the whole world disappears. Right now it's just you two making love and it feels so heavenly.

"Kiss me~" you moan, he leans in and kisses you. The kiss was full of passion and lust.

He pulls away, continuing to thrust into you the room full of moans and your whimpering. "Is my princess feeling good~" he moans to you which you nod your head, "Yes baby~ you feel so fucking good~"

50 minutes later of him thrusting into you and you hanging on for dear life and your phone rings. Gojo didn't even see it but it was right beside your head. He looks at the caller ID and its that fucking bastard. He answers the call and puts it on loud speaker.

Baby can we please talk about this

At the sound of that Gojo starts thrusting in and out faster and rougher and you moan but he's quick to kiss you, so you don't give away your secret just yet.

I miss you (Y/N). That girl meant nothing to me, I promise if you come back things will be different.

Gojo is thrusting into you with rage. He'll be damned if he thinks you'll go back to him. You whimper his name making Gojo smirk, he's got you now and he's not gonna let you go.

"(Y/N) please give me another chance.

Both of you laughed at that and Gojo pulls out flips you onto your tummy thrusts back into you causing you to let out a load moan. He's pounding you faster and rougher and he's not being dicrete about it anymore.

"(Y/N)?" the guys calls for you with confusion in his voice.

Gojo smirks, "My baby isn't going back to him huh? Who do you belong to princess?" he asks between pants. Loud and and proud for him to hear. You respond "I belong to you Gojo.~" you say breathlessness and before the guy can say another word Gojo hangs up on him and now you're both at your reach.

"Gojo I'm *whimper* close~" you moan out. Gojo grabs your jaw and makes you look up at him. He kisses you, moaning in it, and then says "Me too baby. Together yeah? On three" you nod your head eagerly.

One.

You're already such a moaning mess and this causing you to moan even louder the whole world can hear.

Two.

Fuck Gojo is so close he starts pounding into you at an insane speed and with such force causing you cry out.

Three!

You both release and make it well known with your voices. He falls onto you panting and chuckles lightly, "That was amazing sweetheart." You reach up to play with his hair "You were amazing baby." He gives you a gentle kiss and says he'll be back. He leaves to the bathroom and comes back with a towel. He wipes you both down and then lays in bed with you holding you close.

"Gojo?" you call his name. He looks at you with his mesmerizing blue eyes, "I love you." he smiles "I love you too sweetheart"

You are that woman you want to be. A strong woman who forgets all about her cheating boyfriend and when she goes to find a better man to help her feel good.

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hellfirenacht · 11 months

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Wing Man Part 4

Fic Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

Chapter Summary: Well, the arcade was a bust, but maybe going to a local dive bar and listening to music will yield better results.

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a/n: This chapter is shorter than usual because my brain fried when writing it at work lol But we finally get to talk to Eddie without Steve cockblocking (too much)

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It wasn’t until Monday after school that Dustin was able to make his way back to Family Video. After the night at the arcade, he’d been caught up with sneaking chats with Suzie and spending time with his mother. Not to mention the dentist appointment that caused him to miss a good chunk of Monday morning. If anything, dating and matchmaking be damned, Dustin had earned the treat of renting a movie and shoving candy into his newly cleaned teeth.

The freshman walked in, said hi to you and walked shamelessly into the back while you called after him half-heartedly that he wasn’t supposed to go back there before turning back to your conversation with Robin.

“Jesus, Henderson you can’t just barge into the back of any job I get!” Steve said as he sat in the break room. “I’m going to have to say no to you at some point.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve talked about this.” Dustin said, sitting next to him in the small room, grabbing some of Steve’s chips. “Anyway, has she said anything about Saturday night?”

Steve watched in annoyance as his friend helped himself to his lunch. “No, she hasn’t said anything about what happened. When I clocked in she said she didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Probably because we might have... totally ditched her.” Dustin admitted. “On accident! It wasn’t my idea!” He added quickly as Steve gaped at him.

“What?!” Steve was surprised. “Wait, what happened?”

“Well when the two of you left, Eddie decided that we were done and we all went to get pizza instead.” Dustin said. “I saw her when we were leaving.”

“Shit. So he saw her leave with me, which probably didn’t help.” Steve groaned. “Did Eddie say anything about her?”

“Yeah he... said he wasn’t interested.”

“Really? Shit. I knew he was a freak, but I didn’t think he had bad taste.”

“Why aren’t you dating her?” Dustin asked. “You won’t date Robin and now you won’t date her? Are you allergic to dating cool girls or something?”

“Robin and I are just friends.” Steve said firmly. “And who said I didn’t try to date her? I tried to ask her out once but she turned me down. She said I was ‘too normal’.”

There were tears streaming down Dustin’s face two minutes later from how hard he was laughing at that. Steve Harrington could get any girl in town, and got shot down by the wierdo.

“Yeah, yeah, get it out of your system, Henderson.” Steve groaned.

“She’s too good for you, Steve.” Dustin finally managed to say, calming himself down.

“So Eddie was a bust so I guess I’m back to square one.” Steve sighed. “I guess I could take her out to a bar and help her get numbers. If she can keep herself from saying something too weird for at least ten minutes it’d be easy.”

But it didn’t feel right. You already knew what you wanted, and any bar in town would just be filled with the same normal, boring people that you’d never had an interest in.

“You know... Eddie’s band plays at the Hideout.” Dustin said suddenly.

“Yeah, I thought we just established that wasn’t an option.” Steve frowned.

“Okay but hear me out, she liked Eddie, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So? So if she liked Eddie then she’d probably like someone who also likes Eddie. He told me that people come to watch his band play specifically.” Dustin was grinning wide.

“Henderson, you might be onto something.” Steve was starting to follow his friend’s logic. “If his fans like him, then she’d probably like his fans.”

“Precisely, Steve!”

The two of them grinned at each other as if they’d just cracked the code to helping you out. However, Steve was only aware of half the plan. That night at the arcade hadn’t been sitting right with Dustin since Eddie tore out of there like a bat out of hell with the rest of the club in tow. He’d seen the way Eddie had stolen glances at you when he thought no one was looking, and only Eddie could miss the way you had been staring at him as the two of you talked.

Dustin wasn’t sure what the hell Eddie’s problem was saying he wasn’t interested, but if Steve was giving him a chance to be nosy and meddle he was going to take it. You had been nice to Dustin this summer, and after starting the new hell that was high school he wanted to help you out. Eddie had been the only person who had been nice to him and Mike in school, and you had been nice out of it.

If this didn’t work he’d leave Steve to his own problem, but Dustin had this one last trick up his sleeve.

“So Eddie’s never talked about having an interest in anyone before?” Steve asked as he tossed his trash and handed over the remaining chips to Dustin.

“Not really. Jeff mentioned that he used to have a thing for some girl named Ronnie, and they all act really cagey about someone else named Paige.” Dustin said with a shrug.

“I have no idea who those people are.”

“I don’t either, they don’t talk about it much.”

“Alright, well I guess we’re gonna go to the Hideout.” Steve decided. “Wait, isn’t his band him and a bunch of high schoolers? How are they even allowed to play in a bar?”

“It’s a bar, not a club, Steve. They can be there, they just can’t drink. Legally.” Dustin decided not to share that Eddie had one or two fake IDs that the barkeeps were happy to overlook for Eddie at least.

“What do you know about clubs?” Steve was surprised. “The only club you should know about is your weird fantasy club.”

“I watch MTV, I know how some things work!”

The banter between the two continued until you showed up in the break room.

“Steve, your break ended fifteen minutes ago. If you get your butt to the front I’ll fudge the time sheet and say you just forgot to clock back in.” you said. “And Dustin, honey, I love you. You aren’t supposed to be back here. Actually, I don’t care because you’re a good kid. Just ask before you barge in, okay? If Keith’s here I’ll actually have to enforce that.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Dustin gave you a salute as the two of them made their way back to the front. When Steve took his place behind the counter, Dustin took a piece of paper out of his bag and handed it over.

“What’s this?” Steve took the paper, looking at the list of movie titles.

“My payment. I want these movies for my services. We had an agreement.”

“Jesus, Henderson you’re gonna give yourself nightmares with these.”

“Nothing’s been scarier than what we’ve been through.”

“Fair enough.”

You looked to be as thrilled to be at the Hideout on a Tuesday night as you would be at the DMV. You didn’t have anything against the place, but you didn’t have anything for it either. You’d been to bars a few times with friends with varying degrees of enjoyment. Hell, this wasn’t even the first time you’d been to this bar. Hawkin’s didn’t exactly have the biggest variety of places to drink in town, and this place was the town’s “old reliable”. Cheap enough for the blue collar workers to enjoy a cold beer after work, but with enough variety to have the young adults of the town fill up the booths on the weekends.

It was not the weekend though, it was a Tuesday night. A weird night for Steve to drag you out to a bar to help you get a date. As you swung your body on the barstool waiting on your drink you glanced around. There was a small, cramped stage set up in the back and a few older men were hanging around.

“So... Steve not to be terribly picky and not to sound ungrateful, but I’m not so sure about this.” You said, scanning the bar for anyone who didn’t look old enough to be your dad or grandpa.

“There’s a band that’s supposed to play tonight.” Steve said, pointing over to the stage. “I heard they’re about our age so I thought it’d be worth a shot.”

“A band?” You considered it. “What type of music are they supposed to play?”

“I think it’s a metal band.”

You snorted into your soda. “A metal band? In Hawkins? Oh, this I have to see.” You hopped off the stool to make your way over to the cork board that was covered in advertisements for the town. You scanned it until you found a flier that had been covered partially by an advertisement for lawn care.

CORRODED COFFIN- TUESDAY NIGHTS

That must have been it. It didn’t give you any information about the band, other than the name and when they played. The logo was hastily drawn on in black and red markers as if putting this up was a last minute idea. You pulled the paper off the board and repositioned it so that it was front and center instead. There, that was your good deed for the day; giving a small band an additional 8.5 by 11 inches of visibility.

“As usual, I have learned nothing.” You declared, taking your seat again. “I have a name and that’s it.”

“What’s the band called?” Steve asked.

“Corroded Coffin.” you replied. “Shouldn’t you know? This was your idea!”

“I was just told there was a metal band that played, I wasn’t given a name.” Steve had been given the name and immediately forgot in the near endless ramblings that Dustin had gone on about.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy-”

“I already do.”

You laughed and continued. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy but the name sounds familiar.” Your legs were swinging off the stool, leaning back against the bar with your elbows. “How can you forget a name like that?”

Easily. Thought Steve.

A few more people were starting to show up now, though it was still pretty dead and slow. Even as people shuffled in and out of the small bar, there was no sign of anyone who you’d deem “age appropriate” for you.

“So you tried to set me up with a high schooler and now it looks like you’re trying to hook me up with someone twice my age.” You joked.

“Yeah, I was hoping there’d be more people here to choose from.” Steve looked around the room. Dustin had said that this band was supposed to have a crowd but he wasn’t seeing evidence of that anywhere.

“Ah well, even if tonight is another bust we can still have fun.” you gave him a playful punch. “If the band is bad we can bond over that, and if they’re good you probably won’t appreciate it and I’ll subject you to my every thought about it.”

“You do that anyway.” Steve breathed out a small laugh.

“I’ll be worse, cross my heart.”

It wasn’t long until the doors to the Hideout opened again, with two highschoolers struggling to fit a drum set through the doors. You snickered as they twisted the parts trying to adjust the bulky equipment. That’s right, the circular drum goes through the square hole.

“Steve, high schoolers.” you whispered. “Again?!”

But then you realized that the two teenagers looked familiar. Familiar in a fresh way. Familiar in a ‘Hey, didn’t I just see you the other day?’ way. Your stomach twisted as they finally managed to get through the door and make their way to the stage for set up.

“Hey, Steve, these kids look- shit.”

Your heart leapt in a way you didn’t expect when the man you’d poorly attempted to get to know just a few days ago walked through the door with a guitar case strapped to his back. He was laughing with another member of the band as they carried in an amp. Eddie didn’t even look your way as they made their way to set up on stage.

He played guitar. Of course he played guitar in a metal band. Jesus Christ, you were actually going to murder Steve and Dustin if this whole situation wasn’t going to kill you first. Eddie dropped his leather jacket on the side of the stage, leaving him in a band shirt that you couldn’t make out the name of in the dim lights. He had really nice arms (how had you missed the tattoos last week??), and the way he was smiling so genuinely and joking around with his friends made you feel fuzzy on the inside. He hadn’t looked like that when you two were talking-

“You’re drooling again.” Steve said.

You shook your head and quickly turned around, putting your back to the stage.

“Steve... what the fuck.” You hissed, glaring at him. “I know I didn’t exactly share what happened on Saturday, but I thought it was pretty clear that it didn’t go well.”

“Listen, I had no- I” Steve couldn’t lie to you. “Henderson said he’d be playing tonight, but I swear I’m not trying to hook you two up again. I really thought that when he said there’d be a crowd there’d be more freaks here!”

You smacked your head on the bar a few times with a groan. “It was so awkward. I told him I’d be right back but then when I went back in everyone was gone. He wasn’t interested in me.”

“His loss.” Steve said. “Listen, we’ll stick around for a few songs and if no one else shows up then we can leave, deal?”

“Deal.”

You tried to ignore the pounding in your heart as you pointedly refused to turn around. You didn’t even know why you cared so much that Eddie was there again. You had only talked for a half hour before he left, but the man had stuck in your mind since that night.

You had been attracted to guys before, but Eddie was on some other level.

“So, are you stalking me now, Harrington?”

FUCK.

“Nah man, just in the mood to do something different tonight.” Steve said, trying his hardest to play nice. He had to remember that this was for you, even though he was starting to like Eddie less after his disinterest in you.

“I didn’t take you as a man with music taste.” Eddie said. You hated that this man seemed to always sneak up on you. You finished off your drink and turned around to join the conversation before Steve made things worse.

Fuck it. It’s not like this could be any more awkward than how things were left off. You might as well have some fun.

“Actually this was my idea.” You said, lying through your teeth with a grin. “Steve here knows nothing about good music, so I thought I’d show him a little culture.”

Steve was now looking at you with his jaw dropped, wondering where the hell that came from. He looked offended, and Eddie? Eddie’s eyebrows shot up as recognition crossed his features as he looked at you.

“So you like metal?” Eddie said, his gaze now locked on yours. You felt an odd pounding in your heart as you looked up into those amazingly round brown eyes. “What’s your favorite band?”

It wasn’t a challenge. There was nothing in his tone to indicate that he was about to turn into a total dick about music, and that both put you at ease and made your attraction to him far worse.

“Well, Black Sabbath is always good.” you thought. “But I’m gonna have to go with WASP. I’d rate them a 69 out of 10 for being so damn horny in their songs.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up and he smiled wide, the same kind of smile he’d just given his band mates a few minutes ago. You licked your lips and felt Steve kick your foot, probably signaling you to stop drooling.

“So someone in this town does have good taste!“ Eddie was moving around more now, taking a few paces back and then back towards you clapping his hands.

“I don’t like to limit myself.” You said. “I’m always looking for new sounds and music. It’s like I feel like I’m suffocating if it gets too quiet.”

You winced internally at the statement, knowing that it was probably off putting but to your surprise Eddie only got more excited.

“Exactly!” He practically yelled.

How was it so easy to talk to him, and so hard at the same time? Why was it that every conversation so far had ended so awkwardly when moments like this felt easy?

“So how long have you been playing?” you asked, looking over at the stage where he’d set his case down.

“The band’s been playing together since we were in middle school, I started playing guitar around fifth grade. We’ve had a rotating cast of members, so I started it, and Jeff’s been there the longest after me.” he pointed to a member fiddling with his bass. “Zack and Gareth joined in high school.”

“And was Chris Morrison ever part of this band?” you teased.

“Fuck no!.” Eddie laughed. “My uncle would say that Chris couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on. He tried to play manager. Tried. After seeing how he ran his campaigns, I wasn’t interested.”

“Didn’t he also run for student council once?”

“You remember those posters?!” there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, he never ran. The rest of us were so done with how he was running Hellfire we put those up detailing why he was shit at leadership.”

“You’re kidding!” you gaped. “Jesus, you guys are weird.”

Eddie bent down in a joking bow. “I got a week’s detention for that stunt. I wasn’t the one who made most of them, but Higgin’s always had it out for me. Still does.” He mumbled that last part mostly to himself.

“Why do you two keep talking about Chris Morrison?” Steve asked, and you suddenly remembered that he was there too. Whoops.

“Common thread, apparently.” you shrugged. “It’s too easy to rag on the guy.”

“You had to be there.” Eddie said, as if you and Eddie were sharing connected memories that you were both part of rather than piecing together fragments of a puzzle where you were both corner pieces. The same picture, but never touching.

At least, as far as you were aware.

Steve was looking at you as if you were both insane. He was probably right.

“Okay, okay Steve’s right. I don’t want to talk about Chris fucking Morrison anymore.” you said. “How long have you been playing here, at the Hideout?”

“Every Tuesday for about 2 years, give or take.” Eddie said. “We started monthly, but we get a crowd now so they asked us to play weekly.”

“A crowd.” You nodded, looking around the dead bar. “Damn, I must be pretty lucky to have the front man talking to me when you have all these people here to see you.” Behind the joke, the tone you used was sincere and playful all at once. You sat up a little straighter, leaning towards him on your barstool.

That was a flirt. You just flirted. There was no taking that back. You were gonna have to commit now.

There was something boyish about the smile he returned, calm and relaxed. “Oh yeah, you should feel special. As you can see we have a crowd of about-” he turned to the rest of the bar, counting the patrons. “-Right, about four drunks. I guess Tim’s out today.”

“Well, make that four and a half drunks and also Steve is here.” you shook Steve’s shoulder playfully.

“Half?” Steve looked at you, pushing your hand off.

“I drove here, I can’t get wasted. But I can have one or two drinks and be fine.”

“Well, if you happen to bite off more than you can chew, I have room in my van for you.” Eddie said. “I could give you a ride.”

Well, that wasn’t what you had expected. Your stomach was flipping like an acrobat at the suggestion. He was offering you a ride home if you wanted to drink? After he’d disappeared on you? Just what was this guy's deal?

“If I’m biting my drinks that’s cause for concern. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to bite a drink.” Smooth, so fucking smooth. You might as well call yourself Skippy because you were as smooth as chunky peanut butter.

But Eddie just laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, you’re right. But the offer’s on the table. Or the bar, since you want to be literal.”

“I’ll think about it.” you said. “I don’t normally go home with men I just met at bars but if your band is any good I’ll consider it.”

His grin widened at that “Then I’ll be sure to tell the guys to pick up the slack tonight.”

That was a flirt, right? Eddie just flirted back with you. That had to be right? You almost wanted him to go away so that you could confirm with Steve that your suspicions about that line were correct.

“Eddie! Get over here and help with the amp, it’s doing the thing again!” One of the teens from the stage called out.

Eddie sighed and looked over at his band that was messing with the amp they had brought in. “Again? Alright, I have some tape in my toolbox.” he called back to them before turning to you. HIs eyes flicked over to Steve for just a split second before meeting your eyes again. “Talk to you after the set?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” you said, “After all you might be my ride home.”

And with that, Eddie turned and left.

“What was that?” Steve said immediately looking at you. “Where did that come from? Your idea? Going home with him?!”

“What?” you asked, taken aback. “You told me I should actually flirt, so I flirted!”

“Where was all that on Saturday?! Hell, where was that for the past two months we’ve had this deal going?” Your friend was looking at you like he hardly recognized you.

“Great question Steve, and it deserves a great answer.” you nodded. “I have no fucking clue. Maybe I’m exclusively attracted to guys that I don’t think I have a chance with?”

“He offered to drive you home.” His eyes darted over to the stage where Eddie had reappeared with a toolbox, messing with the amp. “I don’t know how you missed it but he was flirting with you.”

“Oh, good, I thought I was losing it.” you laughed. “Glad we got that established. Cool. Loving that. Now, on one hand he’s offering me a ride home. On the other hand, to get this supposed ride home I will have to intoxicate myself. Which sounds fun in theory but he’s also a guy I barely know.”

It should have been sketchy, it really really should have been. The only man you would trust to get your drunk ass home without worry right now would be Steve.

“Hey, can I get another one of these, please?” you asked the bartender, holding up your glass.

Once your refill came, you grabbed the drink and stood up. The band was finishing up the sound check and it looked like they were about to start.

“Come on, I want to sit closer. I’m feeling reckless tonight.” You grabbed Steve’s arm and dragged him to a table closer to the stage. Eddie made his way to the mic and smiled at you and your raised your glass to him with a smile.

“Thanks for coming out tonight, we’re Corroded Coffin and we’re here to make you feel like you’re fighting demons in hell!”

It was in that horrible, terrifying moment when the lights dimmed and the sound of an electric guitar ripped through the air, that you realized something; you were going to end the night with the biggest, stupidest, useless crush on Eddie Munson and there was nothing you could do about it.

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ellies-little-thing · 10 months

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I'm a creep, I'm a wierdo

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Warnings: Mature content; swearing; fluf; smut; arguing; reader is referred to as she/her; Ellie is mean; Ellie is a creep and a perv; Mentions of past relationships, mentions of drinking; love/hate relationship; Reader has a vagina; enemies to lovers (kinda); Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! I really really love writing this one! Personally, this is what I imagine if I met Ellie in real life. I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome. Alright, enjoy! I reedited this one, hope you like the slight changes!

Word count: 7.5k

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI!!

You just came out of the building after being rejected by the girl you liked and Ellie is leaning against the wall outside. You are having a really bad day and this stranger just starts talking to you. Sure you’ve seen her around town with some other girls but never interacted with each other. It's starting to get cold out. Ellie never looked particularly pleasant to talk to. Everytime you ever saw her before, she looked smug and arrogant.

“Hey..?” She says, eyeing the person in front of her.

“Hi?” You question her.

“Who are you?” She says, sounding harsh and a bit annoyed.

“Hmm... who are you?” You say very offended and annoyed.

She rolls her eyes, obviously not impressed by the comeback. “I asked first. Now, who are you?”

“Y/N.”

“And why should I care about you?” She says, sounding a bit sarcastic.

“You were the one looking at me, you creep…” You say looking at the ground.

“I can't look where I want to?” She crosses her arms, leaning back against the wall she was standing by.

“Who are you? Creep.” You ask looking up at her.

“Ellie Williams.” She says with a blank expression on her face.

“I would say "nice to meet you" but it doesn't apply to this situation.” You say sarcastically.

“That was obvious, miss Y/N.” She shrugs slightly, pushing herself off the wall and turning her back on you.

“Miss? Don't call me that.” You are annoyed at this point.

“And why not?” She turns around, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I don't know you?” You say looking back at Elie very annoyed.

“And I'm supposed to just call you Y/N?” She tilts her head slightly.

“Yeah, that's my name, idiot.” You say dryly and sarcastically.

“Oh, I'm an idiot now?” Ellie seems a bit offended.

“Yep.” You look away trying to ignore this interaction.

“Whatever. you're the creep here.” Ellie spits back. She rolls her eyes, turning around and facing the wall.

“Me? You were the one starring.” You respond.

“Staring*” Ellie corrects your mistake as she says over her shoulder.

“Whatever…” You say in a low tone.

“Creep.” She says, sounding a bit like she's joking but her tone and facial expression suggests otherwise.

“What do you want?” You ask.

“Nothing.” She shrugs, then tilts her head again. “Why are you still talking to me?”

“Well, I'll stop then.” You look away.

“Great.” She rolls her eyes again.

You are very annoyed. Ellie turns around, staring down at you with an annoyed look on her face too. “I can tell.”

“You can tell what, creep?” You ask not even looking at her.

“That you're annoyed.” She looks down at you, then smirks slightly.

“oh... I wonder why?” You say sarcastically in a dry tone.

“I'm just the best at reading people.” She shrugs, turning to lean against the wall again.

“Why are you all alone here anyway?” You ask but you don't actually care.

“And why do you care?” Ellie asks you a bit puzzled.

“Oh...? Is it that kind of game? Well, fuck you too.” You spit out annoyed.

“Oh what, got your feelings hurt?” She snickers, looking down at you, “You're too easy.” You ignore Ellie. “Oh, ignoring me now?” She chuckles, turning towards you again. “How childish.”

“You're the child, a creep that stares at girls she doesn't know.” You say looking directly at her with an annoyed expression.

��Maybe you just looked a little too attractive for me to not look at you.” She smirks and tilts her head slightly.

“Did I hear it right? I'm attractive now? Okay... creep.” You ask amused.

“Oh, I did think so... but maybe I changed my mind after how you've reacted to me.” She smirks. “And you call me a creep, even though I'm not the one getting all hot and bothered at someone looking at me.” She says, her smirk growing larger.

“Bye then.” You say dryly, turning away from her.

“What?” She chuckles. ”You're giving up too easily.”

“As if you're worth the bother.” You say with your back to her.

“Oh, you're still talking now?” She says in a sarcastic tone.

“Keep talking to yourself, creep. I'm going home” You declare clearly annoyed and tired of this conversation.

“Going home?” She tilts her head to the side and smirks. “How do you know I won't follow you?

“If you do, I'll punch you in the face. You really are a perv.” You look over your shoulder at her not turning around.

“Oh you'll punch me?” She chuckles, but has a stern look on her face. “You don't look particularly strong, you sure that's a good idea?”

“Or maybe I should use this?” You hold your pocket knife you carry on you at all times for self defense.

“And stab me? You're not exactly making your case of not looking childish any better.” She stares down at the knife, sounding a bit amused.

“Sure, follow me then creep. How do you know I'm not just an axe murderer luring you into the woods to kill you?” You say in a mocking tone.

“Because I doubt you're capable of hurting anyone.” She says with a smirk.

“You don't know me.” You are very annoyed at this conversation.

“I still dont think I'm in much danger, so…” She shrugs, starting to walk towards you. You started walking away. “Oh, are you trying to lose me?” She grins, following after you. You just ignore Ellie as she walks a bit faster now, annoyed. She continues to follow after you, finding this interaction very funny. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“Don't want creeps like you following me.” You say with your pocket knife in your hand.

“Ah, come on.” She chuckles, slightly speeding up. “Don't you like my company?”

“Sincerely, no. A big, fat, round no on that one.”

She chuckles, still following behind you. “Oh? That's a little mean.”

“Oh.. did I hurt your feelings? Too bad I don't care.”

Ellie rolls her eyes and smirks. “ Yeah? Well, I can be mean back. you're ugly as hell.”

“Thanks!” You say sarcastically.

She sighs, then continues walking behind you, starting to speed up so that she's walking right behind you.

“I can hear you walking behind me. You do realize that, right?” You say not looking back.

“Oh, obviously I realize that.” She chuckles. “Did you think I was trying to be subtle?” She says, speeding up even more, now walking faster than you are.

“Oh my god. Leave me alone!” You cross your arms as you walk. She continues walking behind you, still speeding up. “Nope. I don't think I will.”

“Already in love with me? How lovely.” You say sarcastically.

“No, I'm just following you because I'm bored. you make it easy.”

“Do I now?”

“Yeah, you kinda do.” She chuckles. “You have the mentality of a child, so it's not hard to find you entertaining.”

“Oh, I'm the child? You're the one following me like a lost puppy.” You say smirking a bit.

“Well, at least i dont throw a tantrum after someone looks at me.” She rolls her eyes, speeding up slightly more.

“You were the first to talk to me idiot.” You respond dryly.

“So? That doesn't mean you have to act like a brat.”

“A brat?! Fuck you Ellie, if thats even your real name.”

“Aw, did someone lose their temper?” She chuckles, stopping behind you and crossing her arms, staring at you. You are still walking. “Ah, still walking? Where are you going anyway?” She chuckles, speeding up to walk beside you.

“Away from you!” You say, fastening your pace.

“Ah, but you can't get away from me. I could always just walk with you.” She smirks. You walk away from Ellie. “Why are you trying so hard to avoid me?” She chuckles, taking a step closer to you.

“Because you're not a pleasant person to interact with.” You are losing your patience.

“Am I not?” She chuckles again. “Do you find me that annoying?” You sigh. “Did I hurt your feelings?” She smirks. “Aw, how cute.”

“No. I don't have feelings. You can't hurt something that doesn't exist.” You say bluntly, without a stammer.

“Oh, so you're just some shell of a person with no emotions at all?” She chuckles, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

“That's kinda sad.”

“I don't need your pity, thanks very much.”

“What do you need then?” She smiles. “Why do you still entertain my conversations and questions?” She says, sounding a bit sarcastic but also intrigued.

“To be left alone.” Youstate, clearly getting angry at this point.

“You think I'll leave you alone?” She chuckles. “You're funny.” You just don't respond. “Ah, no response?” She smirks. “Is that because you know I'm right?”

You still do not answer. “Is being stubborn a hobby of yours? Or are you just incapable of accepting the fact that you've lost this interaction?” She chuckles, tilting her head slightly toward you.

“Or are you just too stupid to understand you are so damn annoying?” You spit out.

“I'm not annoying at all, I can assure you.” She chuckles, looking down at you. “In fact, I think you're enjoying this.”

“hum hum, sure.”

“Do you find it amusing?” She chuckles again, then tilts her head slightly toward you. “You sure do talk a lot for someone who wants to be left alone.”

You don't respond anymore. You're tired of her by now. “I think I broke her…” She says in a soft tone, chuckling to herself. You keep walking silently. Ellie follows after you, still chuckling and smiling. You stop suddenly and Ellie bumps into you, almost falling on her ass.

“Ah!” She laughs, looking up at you. “You should really watch where you're going, you almost knocked me down.”

“You were the one not paying attention to what's in front of you.” You say still looking forwards away from her.

“No, you stopped really suddenly.” She says in a more teasing tone, raising an eyebrow.

“Not my problem.”

“Still... I could trip and hurt myself." Ellie smirks and shakes her head, then quickly walks beside you again.

“Oh.. I'm so worried!” You are clearly running out of patience.

“Oh please, if i actually got hurt you'd probably laugh.”

“Or just leave you there to die alone of a twisted ankle.” You say smiling slightly at the thought.

“You wouldn't do that.” She chuckles. “Don't act like you don't care about me.”

“I really don't, I don't know you.”

“Well, if you don't care, why are you still talking to me?” She smirks.

“Because my evening is being so boring, I actually have to resort to lowering to your level.” You say seriously.

“My level? You know, I think I was wrong about you before." Ellie looks up at you with a smirk. “You're definitely a brat.” She chuckles again.

“Thanks! You said that already, dickhead.” You say getting angry.

“Oh sorry, I thought I'd just remind you of your personality traits.” She rolls her eyes. “Brats have to be told everything otherwise they forget, right?”

“Oh, right... I just remembered... I don't care!” You shout.

“Aw...” Ellie chuckles. “Such a cute little brat.” She says, sounding teasing.

“I'm starting to think you are a stalker.” You continue walking home.

“A stalker, huh?” She smirks. “Why do you think that?”

“This!?” You look at Ellie angry.

“Hmm, are you getting angry now?” Ellie chuckles, then tilts her head slightly, still looking at you. You don't respond, ignoring her. “Ah, I see. you're still just a brat.” You turn around and continue walking home. “And you're going to continue ignoring me?” Ellie asks in a teasing tone as she smirks, and raises an eyebrow. You are getting far away from Ellie now.

“Aw...” Ellie continues to follow you, speeding up a little bit so that she's walking beside you. You ignore her and only look forward. “Oh, are you ignoring me?” Ellie smirks, tilting her head slightly towards you again. You continue ignoring Ellie. Ellie continues to follow beside you, speaking at a slightly quieter volume. “Why do you keep ignoring me?” You still don't respond and start walking faster. Ellie chuckles, then starts to speak slightly louder, now that you are walking faster. “Can you please pay attention to me again?”

“oh... who's being a brat now? Asking for attention. Attention whore.” You respond angry. Ellie sighs, rolling her eyes, yet she smirks. “Is that the best you can do, brat? Calling me an attention whore?” She looks down at you, chuckling lightly. “Aren't you though?” You ask tilting your head and narrowing your eyes.

“Am... um... no.” Ellie fumbles over her words a little, sounding like she's a bit caught off guard by your comment.

“Then why are you still here? No girlfriend to fuck?” You ask clearly tired of the situation.

“Ah! Don't get vulgar now." Ellie smiles, then tilts her head slightly. “Also, no. I don't have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.. nice.. My stalker is also a loser.” You say dryly.

“Loser?” Ellie chuckles, still smiling. “Now who's lowering to who's level, brat?” Ellie says, now sounding slightly sarcastic.

“Fuck you.”

“Aw.” Ellie chuckles, then smirks, and continues following beside you. You are almost home and stop. “Go away, you are breaking several laws by following me home!”

“Laws? Are there laws for this?” Ellie tilts her head, seeming a bit surprised. “I mean, I can see why following a minor might be illegal but I didn't think that it was illegal in general for someone to follow someone else home…”

“Minor? I’m 19, you idiot.” You say angrily

“Oh?” Ellie grins, then smirks. “I mean, I could see how you might be mistaken for one.”

“And how old are you? 14?” You ask looking up at her with your arms crossed.

“How dare you.” Ellie looks insulted, but she seems to be joking. “I'm actually 20 years old.”

“Sure, sure…”

Ellie chuckles. “You do realize I'm older than you?” Ellie raises an eyebrow.

“As if one year makes a difference…” You say annoyed, in a lower tone.

“I mean, it makes a difference being a minor I guess.”

“I'm 19, not a minor, dickwad.” You defend yourself

“I mean, you certainly act like a minor.” Ellie smirks, and tilts her head slightly.

“Fine Ellie. Do whatever you want. Be my guest. Stay outside of my house like the creep you are. Have a nice life.” You close and lock the front door of your house on Ellies face.

“Oh, that's just rude.” Ellie sighs, then knocks loudly on your door. You ignore Ellie. Ellie knocks even harder on the door. You are now preparing to go take a shower, not giving Ellie any more attention. Ellie smirks, and starts banging a fist angrily on the door. You turn on the water. Ellie smirks, then starts banging on the door with her feet.

“Real mature!” You shout before closing the bathroom door and going into the shower.

“Come on! Don't just ignore me!” Ellie bangs harder on the door with her feet. You are taking your shower now and can't hear her over the sound of the water. Ellie continues to bang on the door, speaking at a slightly higher volume.

“This isn't funny anymore. open up!”

You start singing whilst taking your shower. Ellie sighs, and kicks the door, then sits down on the front porch.

“I suppose I'll just wait for you then…” You take half an hour in your shower. “Oh for god's sake.” Ellie leans back in her seat, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, waiting for you to be done showering. You open the bathroom door with a towel on your hair.

“Ah, there you are, brat.” Ellie smirks, looking up at you through the window.

You can see Ellie is still there from the kitchen window. “Oh yes, I'm still here.” Ellie grins, and tilts her head slightly. “Now, can I come inside?”

“And why would I do that?” You go to the fridge and fill a cup of orange juice and start drinking it.

“Because I'm a bit cold, you selfish brat.” Ellie says, jokingly sounding a bit annoyed.

“You are the one choosing to stay there.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ellie looks up at you, then smirks, and tilts her head slightly. “So, are you going to let me inside?”

“Nope. It's a no on that one!” You say drinking your juice not looking at her.

“Aw, but I'm cold.” Ellie says in a teasing voice, looking up at you.

“As if I care!” You still don't look at her.

“You could at least let me inside for five minutes!” Ellie asks, sounding a little annoyed, but also a bit whiny.

“Oh, what a whiny little baby.” You say rolling your eyes as you finish your cup of orange juice.

“You shut up, brat!” Ellie rolls her eyes, then smirks, looking up at you.

“I'm not opening the door, especially after calling me names.” You say annoyed.

“Please!” Ellie continues to sound whiny, seeming desperate to get inside now.

“Why are you still insisting? Give up.” You tell her.

“I can't give up, I'm way too determined now. I won't stop until I can get inside!”

“Good luck with that!” Ellie sits back on the porch, crossing her arms, and tapping her foot, looking up at you with an annoyed, determined smile. You are now sitting on the couch watching tv in your living room.

“You're so mean to me.” Ellie pouts a bit. “I just want to come inside, that's all!” Ellie says in a whiney, almost childish tone.

“So you can kill me? No chance.” You say sarcastically.

“Aw, you think I'm going to kill you?” Ellie chuckles at the comment. “Sweetie, if I had the intention to kill you, i wouldn't be knocking on your door, i’d just break it down and come inside, now you can't say i don't ask you politely though.” Ellie smirks, then tilts her head slightly again.

“Still not opening it!” You look into the tv.

“Please! I'm literally shivering in coldness!”

“Sure you are.”

“I'm not kidding! I don't think you understand how cold I am!” Ellie says with a whiny tone. “Just open the door please!”

You look at Ellie with a serious and very annoyed face.

“Just let me inside for at least five minutes!” Ellie says, sounding more annoyed now.

You get up and walk to the front door. “Are... you going to let me come inside now?” Ellie tilts her head slightly, smirking, seeming hopeful.

You check the lock on the door. “Yep.. still locked. Just to make sure.” You smirk.

“You cruel, cruel child…” Ellie crosses her arms, smirking slightly at you, but still sounding a bit annoyed.

“Give me one good reason to let you inside.” You demand.

“Hum, because I've been trying to get inside for a whole hour now? Pleasee...I am so cold..."

“Not good enough!”

“Pleaseee! the cold is literally killing me!”

“It's not that cold you creep.”

“Yeah, it is.” Ellie's voice is a bit more genuine, although she's still smirking. “Now, are you letting me inside?”

“hhhhhuuuuuggggg.....” You say annoyed, “5 minutes and not one second more!”

“Fine, five minutes…” Ellie sighs, sounding a bit annoyed at having to wait outside still.

You open the door annoyed. You are in your pajamas now. Just a t-shirt and some shorts, you have no bra underneath and Ellie could make out your nipples.

“uh... thanks?” Ellie says, seemingly a bit stunned, but she smiles at you and enters the house.

“Now that you are inside, what do you want from me?” You ask, crossing your arms looking at her.

“I just... wanna talk.” Ellie smirks, then tilts her head slightly.

“About?” You are very annoyed.

“I don't know, just getting to know each other more.'' Ellie shrugs, then looks around the room.

You sit on the couch and cross your arms again. Ellie looks over at you, then smiles, and goes to sit down beside you on the couch. You are looking at the tv ignoring Ellie completely. Ellie sighs, and leans against you a little, seeming a bit annoyed too.

“Hey! I want you to give me attention damnit." Elie says, sounding slightly whiny, and taps your shoulder lightly with her fingertips.

“Get away from me, don't touch me!” You say angrily.

“Okay you brat!” Ellie isn't sure what to do now that she's inside. She didn't actually think you were going to let her inside your house. “So hum…” Ellie thinks of something to say. “Why have I never seen you around town?”

“Maybe because you were too busy eating every other girl in this town in front of everyone. Just maybe.” You say dryly.

“Well at least I'm not rejected like you! Yes, I saw it through the window.” Ellie says, trying to sound mean.

“And here I was thinking you couldn’t be any more creepy.” You were genuinely offended. “ Get out of my house! Right now!” You push Ellie towards the front door.

“Hey, hey, hey…” Ellie tries to stop you. “I was just telling the truth!”

“Get out right now!” You shout.

“Fine! I'll go! Looser..!”

“Fuck you Ellie!” You are almost screaming right now. “I hope you get hit by a truck!” You close the door as you push Ellie out, slamming it, then lock it.

“Oh.. come on… “ Ellie pleads.

“Unbelievable…” You sigh.

“Come on… I was joking!” Ellie says a bit ashamed of what she's just said.

“Go home Ellie! Have a nice life!” You shout and go to your room not listening to one more word that comes out from Ellie's mouth.

“I’m sorry!” Ellie pleads one last time. “Fuck… Why did I say that? I'm such an ass…” Ellie gets out of your porch and starts walking home. The truth is that Ellie had noticed you on the street a few times now, and thought you were beautiful.

Ellie gets home and can't believe she just said that to you. She can't stop playing the moment in her head. When she saw you being rejected by that girl she thought she could have a chance with you finally. She was actually really excited to be talking to you but she's not very good at social interactions and always says the wrong things when she's trying her very best. Sure, she was a bit of a playboy but she didn't really think she was that mean or unpleasant. Ellie always liked having a girl with her. It made her feel more confident and wanted. The truth is that Ellie is actually a loser that can hide it really well.

A few days later you were going out to meet some friends. You go to the town's bar and meet them there and have a great time drinking a bit. You hear the bell on the bar's door signaling someone entering or leaving. You look at the door just to see who it was. You are completely filled with rage as you see that it is Ellie.

Ellie didn't go out hoping to see you, she was actually very surprised and blushing from embarrassment as she remembered your last interaction. She didn't want to make you any more angry so she just walked up to the booth and sat there alone, drinking. She glanced at you a few times but didn't have the courage to go and apologize.

You ignored Ellie's presence and started dancing with your friends trying to forget what happened the other night.

“Hey, I think someones looking at you!” Your friend Dina is excited since you were rejected the other day and thought this could be good for you.

“Yeah, I noticed..” You say annoyed.

“What 's wrong? She is really cute!” Dina says excitedly.

“And a complete asshole as well.” Your friend is a bit confused because you and her didn't know Ellie very well. Sure you saw her with a lot of girls over time but didn't think much of it. “Why do you say that?” Dina asked.

“It's a long story, Dina, she's just really not nice.”

“Oh.. Okay, can you tell me what happened?” Dina inquired. “Fine” You tell Dina what happened and Dina is really surprised and angry at Ellie as well. “That's what happened, I don't want to think of it anymore.” You say quietly.

“I really want to punch her for doing that to you now!”

“Dina it's whatever, just forget her…” Dina is very mad that Ellie could be so cruel and gets up from ypur table and goes up to Ellie to talk to her. She is very angry. You are really uncomfortable right now and really don't want more arguing or getting hurt again.

“Who do you think you are? Treating my friend like that?!” Dina asks Ellie, very angry. Ellie is surprised at Dina’s bluntness. “Don't you ever talk or look at her again, understood??” Dina added. “ And don't you dare hurt her again! I swear I'll beat the shit out of you!”

“I…. I’m sorry…" Ellie looks at the ground ashamed as the whole bar is now looking at them. “I'm really sorry, truly…” Ellie gets up and out of the bar and looks inside through the window one last time at you.

“Yeah, get out of here you creep!” Dina then comes back and hugs you tightly.

“Thanks Dina.” You say a bit sad. “I think I'm going to head home if you don't mind, everything is a bit too overwhelming right now.”

“Do you want me to walk you home honey?” Dina asks, concerned.

“No but thank you Dina, I need to be alone for a while…”

“Are you sure?” She asks worried about you.

“Yes Dins, I'll be fine. See you tomorrow.” You hug Dina and get out of the bar and start going home. It's cold out tonight and you are shivering. You didn't think it would be this cold today so your jacket wasn't very warm.

Ellie was still outside the bar leaning on the wall as she saw you come out as well. She didn't want you to be angry with her anymore. She had to say something.

“Y/N?” She called.

You heard Ellie's voice but kept walking, not giving her attention. “Y/N i'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!” You keep walking and Ellie goes after you. She grabs your arm and pleads once again. “Please, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it…” You look at Ellie with tears in your eyes. “Leave me alone…”

“I'm so sorry, please don't cry…” Ellie looks concerned at you. “Let me go and dont follow me home again!” You say sternly and get your arm out of Ellie's grasp and keep on walking. Ellie isn't sure what to do, she doesn't know if she should follow you again. She decided to follow you in the end after pondering for a bit. You noticed this.

“Great, that's just great… Just go home Ellie, I'm tired.” Ellie keeps following you home but is quiet the whole way there, not to make you more uncomfortable. You arrive at your house and Ellie says. “Can we talk please?”

“No. Please…just go away…” You open the door to your house and as you are going to close it behind you, Ellie stops you. “Please… can I come in? I just want to apologize and make things right…”

“Perfect, I'm not even allowed to be left alone in my own home…” Ellie closes the door behind her as you go to your bedroom to change into more comfy clothes. The door is slightly ajar and Ellie can see you change. She doesn't want to be a creep and a perv but she can't take her eyes off of your body.

You don't notice Ellie can see you changing. Ellie waits for you to finish changing before knocking on the door. “Can I come in please?”

“Whatever Ellie, do what you want….” You lay on your bed looking away from Ellie.

Ellie sits on the end of the bed and starts talking. “I'm really sorry. I don't know why I said those things to you.”

“Sure you are...” You say quietly laying on your side. “What do you want? Haven't you done enough?”

Ellie gets very embarrassed as she talks. “I just wanted to get to know you… I've seen you around town and you looked so nice and so pretty and…. and…”

You are listening to Ellie but still not looking at her. “And what? I looked like a nice target for your cruelness?”

“I…. i… I wanted to get closer to you and I just made things worse.”

“Yeah, you sure did.” You say sadly. Ellie looks at you and is genuinely sorry. “Could you ever forgive me?”

“Dont you have other girls to be fucking with? I'm sure they're lining up for that.” You say dryly.

“I… I know I'm not the best person in the world, very far from it… but I never want to hurt other people…”

“Ellie, I'm tired, I don't want to be having this conversation.” Ellie lays beside you hoping this is not going to upset you. “I really am sorry…”

Ellie feels a bit uncomfortable with this situation. “Ever since I saw you for the first time I couldn't get you out of my head….” Ellie continues. “I'm sorry for being a creep, I only wanted to get close to you and didn't know any other way to do it…”

“You could have started by being nice, and not an arrogant little shit for starters.” You said sadly and a bit angry. Ellie turns to face you and looks at you to see you are crying. Ellie is feeling really bad right now and wants to make things right with you. “Do you think we could just talk for a bit? You don't need to say anything if you don't want to…” You look back at Ellie with tears still in your eyes. “Talk about what? The weather? How many girls you’ve fucked? How much of an asshole you are?” You say mad and sad. Ellie is a bit offended but doesn't show it, instead she wipes the tears out of your face gently. You are caught by surprise as Ellie touches your face, but you let her do it. “You know… you really are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen…” You keep looking at Ellie and your tears are stopping from falling from your eyes. Ellie still caresses your face even though you are not crying anymore. You look into each other's eyes and you start feeling nervous. Ellie always wanted to be this close to you and her heart is starting to beat very fast. “I am truly sorry.” She says with complete honesty. Ellie is starting to blush from being so close and intimate with you. The only thing Ellie wanted to do was to kiss you but she knew it was too early for that, so she just looked at your lips for a second and then back up at your eyes. You were starting to feel butterflies so you got up so Ellie is not touching you anymore.

You sit up on the bed and Ellie does the same. “Ellie, this… this is too much…” You say hugging your own legs. Ellie looks at you with a sad face but a hopeful one too.

“Why were you so mean? What did I ever do to you?” You ask. Ellie tries to think of an answer but she really doesnt have any excuses for what she's done. She stays silent for a few seconds. “Oh? Not even an explanation? Nice job apologizing. Now I see why you change girlfriends just like you change your clothes.” Ellie is a bit offended and wants to defend herself. “Well, at least I get dates…”

You are very offended. “You're really digging a hole for yourself now.”

“At least i’ve been fucked and wanted.” Ellie is now speaking out of spite not really sure why, but the rage simply filled up her body. “At least I'm not alone in my room crying for other girls!” You are really hurt by Ellie's words.

“And there she is, the real Ellie! The asshole without a heart! Get out of my house! Now!” You shout and get up out of the bed, pointing at the door for Ellie to leave.

“No.” Ellie responds. “No?” You are furious. “Fuck you and your empty promises. I can't believe you… You come to apologize to me and end up just doing the same thing? Did you fall on your head as a baby or something?”

“No. You're just a brat who can't handle a little teasing!” Ellie smirks teasing you. “You know what? I don't even know what I saw in you in the first place!”

You are furious and slap Ellie in a fit of rage. “Get out!” You shout to Ellie who is soothing her face after being slapped by surprise. Ellie has a mean look in her eyes now and grabs you as she pins you to the wall by your neck. “How dare you, you brat! You really are a lost cause.”

You try to take Ellie's hand away from your neck unsuccessfully. Ellie is stronger than you thought. Ellie seems happy with herself as she sees you struggle and has a mean and teasing tone in her voice. “Aw… Is my brat trying to run away? That's not how this works, You'll pay for slapping me!”

“Go fuck yourself!” You say defyingly. Ellie seems amused by this. “What if i fucked you hum? I bet you like that, you brat. Wouldn't you?” You are feeling like you have no control of this interaction as you look at Ellie's tattooed toned arm.

“Oh? The tattoo? Do you like it? I'll tell you a secret. It was one of those bitches you’re so jealous of, that did it.” She whispered into your ear. You were not expecting this at all from Ellie. “You’re so full of yourself! The world does not revolve around you, you know that right?” You respond furiously.

Your faces are very close now and you can look into Ellie's green eyes. Ellie is not looking you in your eyes though, She is looking at your lips.

Ellie is fixed on your lips as she feels her breath on her neck. She squeezes your neck a bit still pinning you to the wall. Ellie is thinking of one thing and one thing only. She wants to kiss you and slap you as a payback of sorts but she doesn't. She looks back at your eyes. “What are you looking at fuckface?” You are secretly loving this now. “What are you going to do now? Choke me to death? How kind…”

Ellie cant take it anymore and kisses you hungerly and presses her body to Yours. You blush at the sudden movement but kiss her back trying to throw Ellie on the bed and get on top of her. Ellie is lost in lust as the only thing she wants to do now is touch your body. You feel Ellie's free hand go under your top and cup your breast. Ellie notices your nipples are hard. “Is someone becoming turned on from being choked? I expected a lot of things from you but this is far better than my expectations…” You take this moment to do what you were thinking and push Ellie onto the bed and get on top of her straddling her and put your hand on Ellie's neck instead. You are in control now. “How about this? Isn't it better you creep? Being choked like the whore you really are.” You say, out of breath.

“Fuck… how cute, this brat thinks shes in control…” Ellie quickly throws you onto the bed forcefully and gets on top of you. “You don't have a say in this brat! Don't you try anything you could regret…” You are really angry and slap Ellie across the face again. Ellie looks back slowly at you and slaps you back harder and makes you whine. “Did it hurt? Oh poor baby… Don't you try that again, understood?” Your face is stinging from the slap and you try to soothe the pain by stroking your face. “Fuck you!” You spit out.

“That’s what I'm planning on doing, you brat!” Ellie kisses you and lets her tongue explore your mouth. The kiss is hard and agressive as Ellie takes your shirt off to reveal your soft tits and your erect nipples. “Look at that, the brat is loving this…” Ellie teases and smirks before continuing the kiss. You are moaning as you two kiss and feel Ellie's lips going down to your chest and suck on your nipples hard while massaging your boobs. You are getting wet and very aroused. Ellies hands travel down to your shorts and take them off, As she is undressing you she notices a wet patch forming on your panties. “Oh… look at that… you really are enjoying this aren't you?” You get a bit embarrassed of your state. Ellie touches your pussy through the fabric and comes back up to continue the kissing session. “You're so wet for me already…” Ellie says in between kisses. “I knew you liked me after all, see? That wasn't so hard was it, brat?” You moan as Ellie starts massaging your pussy in tiny circles. “Yes.. moan for me you brat…. Show me how dirty you are…”

“You're such a perv…” You manage to stay in the midst of all that's happening. “Yes I'm a perv and a creep and you are loving every single second of it, brat.” Ellie's voice is lower than usual and she's feeling on top of the world having you under her like this.

Ellie is feeling very powerful as she is completely dressed and you are almost naked in front of her. “Let's take these off shall we?” Ellie asks mockingly tugging at your panties. “They are completely soaked anyways aren't they?” You look very embarrassed as Ellie undresses you and become completely naked. You feel a knot in your stomach starting to form as you get more and more turned on. “So beautiful for me… look at that perfect sopping pussy… Should I touch my brat? Or is she going to misbehave?” Ellie mocks and teases you. You moan as Ellie starts touching your pussy slowly and collects some of the sleek on her fingers and brings it to her mouth looking you dead in the eyes. “Humm….. My brat tastes so good… Should i lick all this amazing sleek? I think I might do just that.” Ellie kisses your body down from your neck very slowly , then your breasts and sucks on them some more to hear you moan more for her. She loves hearing the sounds you make. Then she goes down your belly and leaves wet kisses on her way to your pussy. Ellie starts licking your clit slowly and carefully as she looks up to see how you are reacting. Ellie is happy with your reaction and your moans as she starts speeding up her pace, completely pussy drunk.

You are feeling every movement from Ellie's tongue and can't help yourself from moaning in pleasure. You let Ellie take complete control and are loving every second but don't want to admit it. Ellie brings her hand below her chin collecting sleek and feeling your tight hole as shes desperate to start finger fucking her until you’re screamming. Ellie introduces one finger into you and hears those delicious moans as she waits for your pussy to get used to the intrusion. “Fuck… my little brat is so tight… she's practically sucking my finger in with her pussy… Shall I put one more in and stretch my brat’s tight little hole?” Ellie speaks looking you in your eyes as she inserts yet another finger inside you. “Fuck baby… Look at that… taking me so well… feels good doesn't it?” You nod as you seem to not be able to form words at the moment from all the pleasure. “Shall i go faster and fuck you until you scream? I think I'd like hearing you begging me to stop. That sounds fun doesn't it brat?”

You moan as Ellie starts pumping her fingers in and out faster and faster as she hits your G spot just perfectly with each pump. “Fuck Ellie…. thats good please dont stop…” Elie hears this and looks at your face. “Is my brat speaking to me now?... Did I tell you you could talk? I don't think so. Maybe my brat needs a spanking so she knows her place. Yeah I think she does…” Ellie says as she stops and takes her fingers out of you slowly. “Open your mouth slut..” Ellie commands as she puts her slender fingers into Your mouth for you to taste yourself and suck each drop. “That's a good slut… now come here brat, it's time for your spanking.” She pulls you into her lap across her legs, ass up. She first strokes your soft ass. “Look at this ass... perfect to be spanked.” She pulls you by her hair before starting and says “Now be a good slut and take your punishment without complaints, understood?” You nod as you wince from the hair pulling. “Here we go brat…” Ellie starts spanking your ass with her right hand and uses the other to hold you in place. You let out tiny screams at every spank. Ellie is loving this, the sounds you make are music to her ears. “Look at my brat taking her spanking so well… I think she even likes it.” Ellie notices you getting wet again and decides to finger you. “Just look at that… My slut is so wet for me again… let me take care of that…” Ellie inserts two fingers without warning making you moan loudly, she then starts pumping them in and out as if her life depends on it. You are feeling like you're getting close to your orgasm. Ellie is relentless and slowly inserts a third finger in as she rubs Your clit with her thumb. You are feeling euphoric, you've never felt this good and your moans prove it. “Ellie, i'm going to cum… ah…. fuck….” You start feeling your orgasm washing over you as Ellie continues with a grin on her face. “Now that is a nice slut… cum from me… come on…give me those amazing juices of yours…” You can't hold it in anymore and let yourself go. “Good girl… That's it…” You are now getting over stimulated as Ellie doesn't stop or even slow down. “Ellie, please.. it's too much…” You say, a bit desperate. “Hum? You'll have to beg harder brat, come on, let's hear it.”

“Ellie please i'm begging you… i can't take it anymore” You feel like you are going to cum again. “Oh my slut is cuming again? Look at that.. She finally knows her place…” You are overwhelmed by all the sensations and cum again on Ellie's fingers not long after that. “Perfect little slut.. look at all that cum….” As you come down from your high, Ellie starts slowing down, mesmerized by all the cum coming from your pussy. She takes her fingers out slowly collecting as much cum as she can and brings it to her mouth. “Hum…. my brat’s cum is so good… so delicious…” Ellie then lays you on the bed smiling smugly. “That wasn't so bad was it brat?” She looks into your eyes completely pussy drunk.

“I still hate you, creep” You say annoyed but playfully.

“I'm sure you do brat… and I know just how to make you love me now...” Ellie says as she kisses you on the lips gently and lovingly. You kiss her back. You don't hate Ellie anymore really but you wont give her that satisfaction. Ellie continues the kiss for a long while until she finally says. ”I think I might actually be in love with you…”

A/N: I hope you liked it! Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome!

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #tlou2 ellie

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importantangeldefendor · 7 months

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Wilbdow is writing a fucked up wierdo again we r fucking BACK

#Wildbow #parahumans #Claw #otherverse

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jester-lover · 2 years

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I just loved your idea 'Dorm Leaders with a Girlfriend Who Wears Suits', it was so cute, beautiful and wonderful, it would be great to have a sequel. Do you think about continuing? Can I order a sequel please? Please!

Note: I totally understand if you don't want to. Continue to do a wonderful job.

Hi anon! Thank you for your ask! The suit post was my most liked post! I’m very proud of it, and I think it helped me develop my writing style. I’ve been wanting to do a part two recently, so here it is. You didn’t mention what you wanted by saying sequel, and since I personally think the dorm leaders have been already done, I’ll do my favorite group, the first years!!

The First Years with a Girlfriend who wears Suits

Warnings: fluff, stupid gender roles being destroyed, very flustered boys, insecurity (not from the reader), talks of gender roles/identity, whoever reads this is so cool, reader is so hot and confident (did I mention she’s so hot)

Ace Trapolla

Oh wow

No matter how much Ace tends to blab on and on, the moment he sees you for the first time he’s left speechless

He’s never met someone who takes up all the attention of a room in such a short time

Deuce, who’s sorta concerned at this point, pokes him and tells him to stop staring at you

But before his dark haired friend can stop him, ace runs up to you and asks for your number

Congratulations! You now have a little idiot boyfriend who would do anything you tell him to

He’s so obsessed with you his dorm members become a little concerned

Your confidence is so strong, you manage to talk him out of getting into trouble on multiple occasions

He knows your sheer presence captivates the students, so he asks you to be in your best suits for formal events

Pro tip: when you put on your uniform in the morning, ask him to help with your tie. He’ll be super flustered

You managed to make him feel shyer than he’s ever felt, butterflies in his stomach with every smile, slight glance or forehead kiss

He definitely takes you to a formal dance so that you can dip him during the romantic songs

“Y/N, I wonder how you stay so confident, I could never!”

Deuce Spade

I hope you understand that he’s willing to lay down everything for you

You definitely win over his mom, showing up with a bouquet of roses and being ever so polite

He’s so surprised someone so confident and beautiful like you would spend time with a wierdo like him

You quickly quell those feelings, he’s the only guy for you!

You help him fix himself up for special occasions, it always makes him feel special, it makes him feel worthy

Your confidence break’s open a certain floodgate in Deuce, suddenly he’s not as worried about appearing completely and utterly reformed every hour of every day

When he’s alone with you, dress shirts loose and ties loosened, he’s free to be himself

“Today has been so difficult, somehow you make it seem so easy.”

Jack Howl

A confident and strong girlfriend is perfect for Jack

Wolves mate for life, and he is so glad it’s you

You always know how to make him feel special, make him feel like the only guy in the world

His tail is wagging rn

You two tend to scare people together, him being really buff, you looking like a 1940s gangster

He opens up to you quickly, he trusts you more than anything

He definitely gets shy whenever you show up to any sporting event he’s playing in, but he plays better than he ever did

You tend to lead the relationship, often times leading him away to dates, spoiling him with presents

(He’s so househusband material)

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that, you know what you do to me…”

Epel Felmier

He wants to be with you, and he wants to be you

You have a level of courage in whatever you wear, while he’s forced to wear whatever Vil puts on him

Now, perhaps you should use your skills of persuasion to get Vil to allow him more freedom

This boy asks you so many questions

How does he appear masculine without Vil noticing?

How do you pair your ties and socks?

Why does his face get all hot every time you smile at him?

Answer him!!

He finds himself being more comfortable with himself around you, his insecurities of being less masculine go away for a brief second

He can be a man for you, and he doesn’t have to pretend

Epel is most grateful for your advice, a girl like you is hard to find

“I don’t even know where to start! We both radiate manliness right now Y/N!”

Sebek Zigvolt

He immediately deemed you sketchy the first time he saw you

Where you a threat to his Young Master?! He needs to keep a close eye on you!

You keep catching the cute mint haired boy staring at you, so you approach him and ask him why he’s staring

loudly

In front of everyone

He’s outraged! How can you make such a mockery of him? In front of Lilia nonetheless! (Cue Lilia, laughing so hard he’s doubling over)

Taking a pen out of your suit pocket, you scroll your number on his wrist, press a kiss to his cheek and walk away

Now he’s quiet, wondering what just happened

Guess he’s your boyfriend now

He definitely texts you good morning every day, asking what you wish to wear today, just so he can emotionally prepare for the fashion he’s about to see

He’ll never say in out loud, but the 70s era suits are his favorite thing you wear

Emotionally constipated crocodile boy has no clue what to do with himself

This one time he caught you without a suit jacket, your dress shirt untucked, just lounging on one of the shabby ramshackle sofas, you looked absolutely stunning, and he just stood there with his jaw open

“HUMAN! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST SITTING THERE!? YOU’RE ABOUT TO MISS MY DUEL WITH SILVER!”

A sequel was never really in the cards tbh, but i read the request and this came to me. If you ever notice how extensively I write for Sebek, it’s because he’s my favorite hehe. Dialogue is my weak point. Thank you for reading!!!❤️

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bored-trans-orchidsexual · 5 months

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So....

Spoilers for Fantasy High Junior Year, as of episode 17

Anyone else hoping Brennan wasn't just gonna keep having every dragon and dragonborn be evil, because that's kinda boring and a *little* problematic to make a single race where they are always, every time, evil... I guess we still have that dragonborn who Antiope Jones fucked during her adventure?

'cause like not only was Osin turned by Rage, but he and his grandma were tight with Kalvaxis. Cool. I guess just kill dragons on sight, they are just always villains. Coulda thrown in a *single* dragonborn NPC among all these clubs Riz is in, who's not evil, but nah.

To be clear: I like fantasy high, I like Brennan, or Bleem as you all like to call him, I just think it's fair to point out criticism in the writing when I have it. Not calling Brennan a racist but people have been saying they hope Osin isn't evil for this very reason, and they were right to be worried.

Edit: I just remembered, chromatic dragons also typically are very territorial and hate each other, which Brennan confirmed freshman year. Why was Osin's grandma *tight* with Kalvaxis of all dragons? Not only is he another chromatic dragon, he's a *red* dragon, aaand a wierdo who spends his gold this reveal seems designed to just make us hate Osin without thinking about the implications

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fhjr spoilers

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stick2sherlock · 8 months

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Okay this is a bad take but I'm reading All Star Batman and Robin and I can't shake the thought that it looks like something 10-years old Damian Wayne would make. Everyone being obsessed with Batman. Batman being 'COOL' and 'BADASS' (in absolutely 'cool for preteen' way), and doing wierdest, most bizzare things. Wierd 'training' of Dick who is left alone to eat rats, what sounds like such a League of Assasins thing to do. Alfred being SHREDDED (effect of basing how old people look based on Ra's al Ghul). Justice League being a bunch of squabbling wierdos. I attribute rampant sexualization of women to the effect of a kid trying to write 'adult' comic.

The cherry on top is imagining Damian finding his horribly bad comic every once in a while and being painfully reminded of his 10-year old self being cringe idiot, but being unable to force himself to throw it away because of the actually good art.

BUT the absolute banger is imagining his siblings FINDING his comics and REAIDNG them. Aloud. Doing voices and recreations of their favourite scenes. Jason almost dying a second time, from laughing during his stellar """I'M A GODDAMN BATMAN""" . Tim going "why. why would you write something like that" every three lines, visibly pained. Everyone calling Dick, "Dick Grayson, age X" when talking to him for the next few years.

#damian wayne #all star batman and robin #bad take #batfamily #me reading ASBAR as a thing written by actual adult: 🙄🙅‍♀️#me reading ASBAR as an in-universe cringey kid work: 🥰🥰#and all star batman and robin has such a GREAT ART its such a waste

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ghostlspirit · 1 year

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|| male!Yandere x gender neutral!reader ||

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tw: Yandere tendencies (it gets worse progressively yet still pretty tame maybe probably) Embarrassing moments, semi-stalking,

notes: PART 2!! My exams are killing me but this was fun to write lol. Maybe a little cringe at the end, but I'm still new to this so whatever! English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes or errors. Hope you enjoy~

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You became friends

Well.. If you could call this wierd relationship "friendship". Maybe it's more like "still strangers" or if you're generous, "acquaintances". You haven't spoken since that one morning, not that you minded. If every conversation with him is that awkward and uncomfortable, you'd prefer it the way it is right now. I mean, you still don't know his name and he doesn't know yours.

You still see him regularly by the train station, and when your eyes meet, you give a small smile to acknowledge his presence, sometimes combined with a nod. He always smiles back, with a nod on his own. It's kind of become your greeting. Yet that's all there is, no desire to approach each other or strike awkward conversation, as you guys still mind your own business.

When you're in a good mood, and don't lack the confidence, you even give a small wave or show a peace sign. He always seems to smile brighter after that. You got used to him, and he slowly got used to you too.

What more is there to desire?

Fabian finds you wired, in a good way though? You're just so... normal? Maybe even below normal, but still nothing that strikes you as abnormal. At first, he thought you might be a stalker, or some wierdo with a crush on him. But after the whole spiel of you avoiding him, he thought otherwise. You're just some random person, with a painful case of social anxiety. Like, he judges you, compares you to others and such. Fabian tries to find a reason to stop finding you interesting, trying to find a reason to ignore and avoid you. He kind of has a reason already, (that being your awkward encounter) but he denys it. It doesn't count.

And just when he thought he figured you out, you suprise him the next day. Like today. He thought you were more of a cat person, yet you seem to stare at the golden retriever a little too enthusiasticly. "Maybe you like animals in general?" Or the other time - your habit of drumming with your hands - he thought he figured out your usual rythym, as it seems to be the same one every time. "Maybe your favourite song?" He tried to memorize it, even to a point where he repeated it throughout the day absentmindedly, trying to find the song it's supposed to fit, and annoying his co-workers in the process. Yet he couldn't find it. And the next month it was another rythym, faster and wilder. "Just what songs are you listening to?" Or the one time you nearly fell asleep in your seat, barely being conscious. The next morning you seemed perfectly fine. "You have an inconsistent sleeping schedule...?"

No, this isn't wired. He's just cursed with observant eyes, always noticing the littlest details people often try to hide. No, it's not like Sherlock, and yes, he does have hobbies. He just likes watching people and judge guess what their life is like. What kind of people they are, and what makes them tick.

Because of that, he exells at marketing and sales. He knows what people want or what their dislikes are, and can adapt quickly to that. He's in high position in his department, but not the CEO. Just a well paid office job overseeing and managing the lower ranks. You seem like a mystery to him though. Maybe it's because of his job that he's fallen into this... dilemma...with you. He's never really done this outside of work. Fabian compares this as bird watching, you being the bird and he's the watcher. He's also a perfectionist, obvious by his style - neat and tidy. He doesn't like mistakes or incomplete things, reason why he hasn't quit observing you. He's sometimes upset when you appear with your messy morning appearances. "Another rough morning for you? Or do you just not care about appearances that much?"

Fabian nearly collapsed one morning when seeing you. With your pant zippes open. You're just so??? He wonders how you are still alive! And you seem so oblivious to it too!! He doesn't know if he's supposed to laugh or cry as you give him your signature greeting smile. Your hair is a little messy and your eyes look tired, yet your smile is still very bright in his eyes. He bitterly smiles back, unsure what to do.

Was he supposed to tell you? He can't even imagine how he'll start the conversation. "Hey stranger I sometimes meet in the morning. Your pant zippes are open." - Yeah no way. He has a feeling that with your anxiety, he'll chase you away and you'll avoid him again, permanently this time. But he can't just leave it, right? Who knows when you'll realise, and he can imagine than when you do, you'll never show yourself in public ever again.

Maybe he shouldn't interfere at all. It's not his business after all, right? You both are still strangers, bonded over a simple "Are you okay?" but that's it. It shouldn't concern him that much. He shouldn't care that much. He shouldn't be drawn to you like this.

...

He can't resist, huh?

He can feel himself waking up instantly, using his brain to think of a plan, a strategy. If he doesn't approach you with a plan - who knows what'll happen. You're so unpredictable to him! He takes in other passangers position and determents if they also noticed you too. Seems good, everyone is on their phones. Alright, next. You're sitting, your bag besides you, also on your phone, Headphones in, would it be rude to start talking to you? Maybe it'll worsen your mood. Your pant zippers still open on full display. Wait, are those striped underwear...?

He looks away, blood rushing to his head, not something that happens often. Shaking his head he settles with hinting at it and hoping you get the hint. No-one will see the Interaction hopefully as they're all distracted on their phones. He starts with trying to catch your gaze. He stares, waiting for you to feel his eyes on you so you look up, as that seems to be a skill you have. It doesn't take long and you soon have a staring contest again. You can tell he's trying to communicate something, his gaze serious, but you're no psychic so who knows what he wants. "Is he sick or something?" You tilt your head, showing that you have no clue what he's saying. He uses his hands this time, moving and making silhouettes, you still have no idea what he's saying.

He feels blood rush to his cheeks as he shakes his head. Fabian takes a breather, and thinks again, frustrated that you didn't get the massage. "Better to rip of the bandage." You can tell he's contemplating, and when he makes his way over to you, you just confusedly look up to him. He looks at you again, and you can tell hes kind of... nervous? He points at the seat besides you with your bag, probably wanting to sit down. You make space, maybe he's dizzy?

"Are you okay?" you ask quietly, taking out one headphone as this is a very strange situation, again. You looked worried, perhaps he needs to go to the hospital? "Yeah," he quickly answered, licking his lips, shit you're so nice "Just uh,-" he leans over to you, quickly invading your personal space. You move back a little by instinct, making him stop as he whispered relatively close to your ear, goosebumps rising on your neck "sorry, please don't panic. But uhm, You're, uh, pant zippes are, are open...". Your eyes nearly jump out of their sockets, having a physical reaction to the news as you flinch and instantly check, hunching over yourself trying to hide. Yup, he's right.

"Fuck."

"Sorry" he answered, still whispering, as he places his bag on your lap. It's big but relatively light as it hides your whole lower half. You can tell it's expensive. "Here. No-one has or will notice a thing." He looks away out of respect as you take this opportunity to zip your pants finally shut. When you move his bag to him, he noticed your shaking hands. He takes it and sees you instantly hide your face in your hands, ears flushed and bright red. It's like you want to hide from the whole world.

After a few moments you gained the ability to speak again. "Thank you. Than you So. So. Much." You say with a shaky voice "You saved me again, huh?" Your words are a little rushed and slurred. "thank you.". He tears his gaze away and after a few moments he start to chuckle, then laugh. You shrink more into yourself "Is he LAUGHING at me???? SERIOUSLY?!?" He's holding a hand to his mouth, trying to hold in his laughter.

This is just funny to him. Hilarious even. The way his heart is beating rabidly, the rush of euphoria, your face, voice, messy hair - the whole situation with the zipper. "Sorry, haha - it's just, Its just - Phahaha! Why- why are we like this?" Why is he like this? He looks at you with crinkled eyes, face flushed, he has never felt anything like this before. You frown and reluctantly ask "Like what?". He shakes his head, trying to calm himself. Seriously, this feels like out of a comedy show. He kind of doesn't want it to end. "Awkward, embarrassing, uncomfortable, everything!" He proclaims, moving his hands to prove the point. You groan, now hiding your face in your own bag. If you could, you would have punshed him, but he did basically just helped and looked out for you. "Sorry" Is all you could muster - why must you always be so clumsy? Fabian's laughter died down and he takes a deep breath. "No, it's okay. Glad I could help." he reassures as he looks foward again, his head feels hazy after all that laughing. He really can't predict you, just how he never could've imagine his morning going like this. You're just so unique, so different from others.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, feeling like you're being crushed by the world. You feel like you could cry, the humiliation weighting you down. Your heart stings painfully. Taking in a shaky breath you move your body away from him, so that he doesn't see the tears that are threatening to fall. He notices your movement from the corner of his eye and watches you. He really wants to know why he's so drawn to you, but he can't just ask something like that, right? Did you put a spell on him or something? Seconds pass and he pulls out his phone.

You rub your eyes, tears nearly falling but when you open them again there's a screen in front of you. Fabian leans in, shoulders nearly touching as he holds his phone to you, and playing on it is a...cat video? Your tears are forgot as you look up to him, noticing his calm face. "Science when did he smell that nice?" He notices your gaze and answer "Watching funny videos always helped me cheer up. Here, this is my favourite."

You put in the headphone he offeres reluctantly. It plays a cat that tries to jump up a snowy car, yet it failed miserably. The cat leaving a quiet meow as it mades the jump this time, puffing up with pride. But after the cat takes a few steps in the direction to the owner the cat slips and falls again, leaving you snickering at the face it makes. You lean in, shoulders are now touching as he notices your scent. His breath catches and becomes a little uneven, his personal space suddenly dissolved, welcoming you in, as you both start watching the compilation of funny videos.

You let your shoulders relax, the morning sun engulfing you two in a nice blanket of warmth. You bask in this moment of kindness from the stranger as you feel cared for and seen. A stark comparison from the treatment at work you get. His stop is coming soon and before he leaves you leave a genuine "Thank you, I really owe you one."

"It was no problem. Enjoy your day. And...be careful."

With a chuckle, a wave and another thanks from you, he leaves by his stop. He doesn't know when you get off as he doesn't stay longer on the train as necessary, but he wished he stayed longer. The moment was gone too soon. He still doesn't know your name, but now he desperately whishes he does.

Would you two be considered friends now?

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Yay! Part two done! He's oblivious to his actions, what could possibly go wrong? I'm gonna start working on part 3 tomorrow and hopefully get it done quicker than this. And thank you for reading! Have a nice day!

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