When You Ask Steve Harrington What His First Memory Of Eddie Munson Is, He Will Say It Was In Mrs. Click's

This but I can only tell you around the places I've barely been😭

Michael looked me over looking for any possible injuries. "What's wrong Y/N?" I shook my head "there's this guy who is trying to talk to me". Him and the girl with him chuckled "sweetie, he probably thinks that you're cute". My face flushed when she addressed me and I looked down. "Star this is Y/N my sister, she has social anxiety and is probably terrified of you". He laughed "I'm not terrified.. I just don't know what to say" I looked at her eyes for a second. She smiled "that's alright, we've all been there" a small smile formed on my lips.

Mike looked between us "well uh.. Me and Star are probably gonna go get some food, will you be okay here?". I nodded "sweet, see yah later sis" I smiled. But before I even had time to walk away four bikes closed us in. The four riders were punk bikers.

Immediately I backed against the railing to get away from them. One of the bikers who was in all black glared at Mike. His piercing blue eyes are cold and unforgiving, his spiked mullet added to his intimidating demeanor. And worst of all was the look on his face "where you going Star?" His voice is meant to scare. His tone was icy, like his glare, she looked at his nervously "for a ride. This is Michael" Mike gently took her arm as he walked towards his bike "lets go".

Mike had made his voice a little deeper to show dominance over the other male. Star stepped towards the bike but was stopped with one simple word. "Star" his tone alone said thousands of words, he knows every secret she has and then some. She's clearly scared of him.. And I see why. Her shoes clicked against the old wood of the boardwalk as she walked towards the man.

My heart twisted and I felt this odd sensation like.. Well.. I can only describe it as a tug. Passing it off as anxiety I tried to look away from the mysterious blue eyes that glared at my brother. Despite the fact that I was looking down I just knew he was looking at me. Geez I must have looked so odd standing there with my head down and my lip between my thumb and index finger.

Playing with my lip had become a nervous habit of mine, and I guess Mike saw me because he made a show of taking my side. "And who is this?" His words were almost like a purr, yet despite them being non-aggressive I was still wary. Star answered "that's Y/N.. she's Michael's sister" my eyes flicked to Star for a split second. Then back at the ground when I felt the intensity of the male in front of her. "Do you know where Nelson's point is overlooking the bluff Michael?" My eyes are now fixed on Mike. He sighed in defeat "I can't beat your bike" he looked away from him most likely out of embarrassment.

"You don't have to beat me Michael, just have to try and keep up". Me and Mike met each other's gaze, he chuckled "you can come too Y/N". When he said my name I felt that tug again, maybe that's why I looked at him. "Tell you what Michael.. Star can ride with you if Y/N rides with me" my eyes widened. They quickly flew to Mike who had a telling look, his face said please mine said don't use me as a bargaining chip!.

I lost and he smirked "it's up to you sis" I raised my eyebrows at him, Star smiled real big as she got off his bike and ran to Mike. A small whine left my throat as the reality that I have to approach this man hit me.

But I did. My feet moved faster than my brain and I made my way to him, slowly, but surely. The blonde eyes me with a smirk.. another tug "the names David Doll" he held out his hand to me so that I may get on his bike easier. Hesitantly I took his hand and slid onto the back if his bike. It wasn't the bike that made me anxious, I've ridden with Mike plenty of times. It's that he's so intimidating.

My arms lingered at my sides for a moment and he looked back at me "hold on tight Doll" I nodded and put my arms around his waist. My face flushed red and I just knew my lip was quivering. The smell of cigarette smoke and cologne danced around and mixed to make a quiet pleasant aroma.

Because I was so distracted analyzing his smell and how his hair was laid in the back, I was caught off guard as David started driving. A small gasp of surprise left my throat and the three with David chuckled as we drove past them. At first David was slow. Then he drove down a staircase and cut down the beach like a mad man. At first I was scared and held David a little tighter than I would have liked. But when David intentionally kicked dust at a group of teens trying to kiss I laughed a little. Then David kept doing it, him and his friends. It was like a competition to make me laugh.

They all made me laugh, eventually we left the beach and were in the forest. I hid my face in David's back when this happened because there were so many things happening. David chuckled "Might wanna hold on a little tighter Doll" then he jumped. Another gasp left me and I tightened my grip on him. But the worst part is the bluff.

Now I can smell the ocean, hear the ocean, but I can't see it. Mike and David are taunting each other from their spots on their bikes. Star gave me a look.. Once our eyes had locked it was the strangest thing. She moved her mouth and by all scientific laws I shouldn't have been able to hear her.

But as if she were next to me her voice broke through the sound barrier made by the wind. Right in my ears I heard "turn back now".

Her eyes switched between me and the space in front of us, that's when I realized. "David..." I mumbled barely louder than a whisper, he ignored me the louder the ocean got the more I panicked. "David" he chuckled and I just knew I was going to die. "DAVID!" With how hard I clung to him David was going to have an imprint of my arms around him.

I didn't have time to process that the bike had stopped before I heard Michael scream. "What are you tryna do huh!?" I got off David's bike and backed away. The other four riders had abandoned their bikes and were chasing Michael. David had just got off his bike when Michael got to him. Star and I both yelled at the same time. She yelled "Nooo!" I yelled "Michael!" Mike pushed a taller, more built man off of him. "Just you! No one else!" I walked over to Mike "Mikey come on calm down" he looked down at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded "are you?" He huffed and glared over me at David. Slowly I turned to look at him, he smirked at us "how far you willing to go?".

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Hii. This is just the first chapter to a story I posted to my wattpad as well. Just wanted to post it here too😊. Let me know if you like it

thinking about a sloppy maybe tipsy make out sesh with chad that turns into you riding his thigh….

generous

fem!reader, thigh riding, 18+, unedited blurb

© msgorillagripcoochie , do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work

the music is loud and the room smells of cheap booze and sweat but all you can really smell and feel is chad. "god, you're so pretty." is the words he groans before pressing you up against the wall.

it's a messy kiss, the drinks you guys had obviously getting the best of you as his tongue pushing against yours, his hands are in your hair tugging lightly on it causing you to whimper against his lips. he'd been trying to keep his hands off you all night but you just looked a little too perfect in your cowgirl costume i mean how could he resist?

"chad." you laughed against his lips, you can taste the shots the two of you had just taken. his arm wrapped around you pulling you impossibly closer to his warm skin as you placed your hands on his strong chest.

he dropped his head to your neck beginning to suck mark onto your skin your back arching when a moan slipped from your lips.

"chad, we're around a bunch of people." you gasp out but make no particular move to push him away.

his teeth graze your skin his hand dropping to your hips "you wanna go upstairs." he asked finally pulling back as you leaned your head back against the wall, he moved closer when someone said 'excuse me' so he was flush against you.

you think about it running your hands over his bare chest, your nails scratching lightly "i promised mindy we won't have sex." you sigh looking at him through your lashes "you know, horror movies rules and stuff." he groaned throwing his head back his cowboy hat almost slipping off his head. "don't do this to me."

"i'm sorry." you pout pressing a kiss under his jaw. "trust me any other circumstances, i'd have you in me in a second." he laughed looking back down at you shaking his head.

"we don't have to have sex, babe." he hummed his hands gripping your hips "i could always just make you feel good." he pushes his thigh in between your legs, his head dropping back down to your neck "i know how much you love when i do all the work." you let out a gasp when he pulls you to grind against his thigh in one swift moment "chad."

his lips are all over your neck nipping and sucking at your skin as he helps you grind against his thigh. to onlookers it looks like a couple cuddling in the corner, his broad shoulders blocking you from anyone looking. it shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, you tried to keep quiet moaning softly in his ear.

he pushed his thigh harder against you as he makes due on his promise to do all the work, his hands moving you on his thick thigh. "there you go baby, that's my girl." he praised in your ear, your nails digging into his bicep the pressure against your pussy almost sending you over the edge.

it should be embarrassing but you think it's drinks making you more sensitive to chad's rough touch. you bury your face in the crook of his neck to hide your moans.

it isn't long before you're cumming on his thigh, you holding onto to him for dear life and he still moves you a little bit letting you ride through your high. he doesn't say much when he pulls back looking down seeing that little dreamy look in your eye.

"chad?" he has a smirk on his lips like he knew what you were going to say "yes, sweetheart?"

"wanna go upstairs?" you asked tossing your arm over his shoulders biting your lip "what about horror movie rules?" he teased "fuck horror movie rule i want you inside me." you huffed pulling him down into a rough kiss.

mindy squinted from afar watching as you led chad up the stairs "what's wrong?" anika asked following her eyeline "they're literally going to die because they can't keep it in their pants." anika laughed at mindy's words shaking her head "don't be like that."

"just glad i'm the smart twin."

"i don't know mindy.... there's bathroom with our name on it." anika giggled kissing mindy's jaw and mindy groaned "fine, i'm convinced."

"i haven't even tried to convince you yet!"

"don't care, let's go."

a/n: chad owns my mind, body and soul, tell me what you think and feel free to request. i really hope you liked and enjoyed this!

my trauma didn’t make me stronger it made me addicted to escapism and terrified of facing reality

At this point I think my page is becoming a The Lost Boys fan account and I don’t feel bad about it.

Can u do a paul or dwayne version of

Fem!Reader x Ghost!Marko

Okay here is the final installment of the 'Here To Stay' series..? I guess.

Here To Stay (Dwayne)

Fem!Reader x Ghost!Dwayne

TW: Death, cancer, suicide

I laid on my bed, the whole house silent. The only living thing in here now, was me. It has been a whole month since my mom died and I felt so completely numb. My mom and I both knew that it was coming for a while now. Stage 4 cancer. Even though I knew it was just a matter of time, I still wasn’t prepared for it. I don’t think anyone could ever prepare for something like that. I had only found out after she had died, that she left everything to me. The money, the house and everything in it. I would give it all up just to see her again. I stared blankly up at the ceiling, nothing really going through my head. Just… Blank. That was until I heard a noise from downstairs. I slowly sat up and just sat there for a few moments, trying to wrack my brain for what could have caused the noise, but I couldn’t think of anything. Deciding that I needed to go check, I slowly got up and made my way out of my room and down the old wooden stairs. I silently cursed as the next step my foot landed on, let out a rather loud creak. Shit. I cringed at the noise. I stayed still for a few moments and listened. Nothing. I let out a quiet breath and continued. 

I made my way around the whole of the downstairs but didn’t find anything. “Great. I must be going crazy now.” I muttered to myself as I walked back into the living room. Just as I reached the stairs, about to go back up to my room, someone spoke. “You’re not crazy, princess.” I froze. My eyes wide and my heart beating so fast I could swear it was about to jump out of my chest. Though, through my initial fear, I felt a weird sort of calm and comfort wash over me at the sound of the voice. It was deep, soft and gentle. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” There it was again. His voice was like honey and I was desperate to drown in it. Suddenly, I realized that I have still yet to move or speak. Slowly, I turned around. My eyes widened even more at the sight before me. There, standing in front of me, was the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in my life. He was tall and had long dark brown hair. His jaw strong and sharp and his nose much the same. His eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown. As my eyes traveled down, I discovered that, while he was wearing a jacket, he had no shirt on, letting me admire his toned and muscular chest and stomach. He wasn’t overly muscular, but my god was he beautiful. 

He had obviously noticed my staring, the corner of his lips pulled up in a satisfied smirk as he let out a light chuckle. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I quickly looked away. “Sorry.” I quietly muttered. Wait. Why am I apologizing? He is a stranger that somehow got into my house. Snapping my head back up to look at him, my eyebrows knitted together. “Wait. Who are you and how did you get into my house?” I asked him. He thought for a moment before answering. “My name is Dwayne. I uh.. I’m sort of.. Stuck here.” He told me. I watched his face, trying to figure out if he was lying to me or not, but his face only showed honesty. “What do you mean stuck?” I asked, curiously. I hadn’t even realized, but I had walked towards him. I was now standing right in front of him. “I’m stuck in this house. I can’t leave.” He confessed. Dwayne then went into more detail, telling me about what had happened here. The fight, him dying and even about what he and his brothers were before they died. 

Dwayne and I were now sitting on the stairs, mainly because I felt a little light headed with all of the information I had just taken in. “You okay, princess?” Dwayne asked me, reaching a hand over and placing it on my knee in a comforting way. I looked up at Dwayne, meeting his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just processing everything.” I told him truthfully. He just nodded his head in response. After a few moments, a thought occurred to me. “I just realized. I never even told you my name.” I said with a light chuckle. “It’s y/n, by the way.” I added, bumping my shoulder into his, earning a chuckle out of him. God, his smile is so gorgeous. 

Dwayne couldn’t believe that he had found his mate. He felt like his heart could almost beat again. You were so beautiful, he had never seen anyone so perfect in his life. The elated feeling of happiness he felt was soon replaced with despair. He was a ghost. He was too late in finding you. He felt like his heart had been revived and then crushed at the same time. He wanted so badly to be with you, to have you as his, because you were his and he was yours, but he knew it couldn’t happen. So, he just resigned himself to watching you as you went on about your life. Years went by, you first moved in when you were seventeen and you were now almost twenty, he had kept track of your birthday. It was then that your mom died. He tried his best to keep his distance still, but his overwhelming urge to be with you and comfort you was too much, so finally, after years of just watching you, he made himself known. 

Since that night, Dwayne had been hanging around basically 24/7. Not that I minded it, the exact opposite actually. For the first time since my mom had died, I was happy. Genuinely happy. Over the last couple of months that Dwayne had been around, we had gotten to know each other really well and with that, I had begun to crush on him pretty hard. Well, less crush and more falling completely in love with him. I knew that it was pointless seeing as he was a ghost but I couldn’t help it. Every time I looked at him, heard his voice, saw that adorable and slightly wonky smile of his, I just fell harder and harder. I wish we could have met before all of this. There were times when I thought for a moment that maybe he felt the same way, but my mind always brushed it off and reminded me that no one as amazing as Dwayne could like, let alone love, someone like me. 

I was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when Dwayne sat down next to me. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked up from the book to look at him. I moved the book to show him the cover. He read it and a grin broke out on his face. “Dracula, huh? It’s a good book.” He said, scooting himself closer to me. “So.. You like vampires, huh?” He asked teasingly, a sly smirk on his face as he rested one of his arms along the back of the couch and the other on his thigh. I gave him a dumbfounded look before laughing. This caused him to laugh along with me. “What was that supposed to be?” I asked him as my laughter died down. He just gave me a shrug, the smirk still not having left his face. “A pick up line?” He said. That caused me to stop. Wait. Was he being serious? Was he still just joking around? 

Dwayne must have noticed my sudden change as his smirk was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a slightly worried expression. “Sorry. Have I been reading this wrong?” He asked. It took my mind way too long to catch up with what he was saying, but I finally managed to say something. “Wait. You, like me?” I asked him, still in complete disbelief. Dwayne raised a brow at me and brought a hand to my cheek, letting his knuckles graze the skin. “I thought I was making that pretty clear, princess.” He whispered as he moved his face closer to mine. “Dwayne.” Was all I managed to breathe out as he pressed his lips to mine. I melted into him as he kissed me. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me, not being able to get enough of him. Dwayne pulled back after a while, brushing my hair behind my ear and giving me a soft and loving smile. 

“I need to tell you something, princess.” He whispered against my skin as he brought his lips to my neck. “Hmmm?” I hummed in reply, enjoying the feeling of his lips exploring my neck too much to answer with words. “Vampires, we have mates.” He spoke between kisses. “And you’re mine.” He finally said. I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. I pulled back and looked at him. “Like, soulmates?” I asked, wanting to clarify and make sure I knew exactly what he meant. Dwayne nodded. “Yes. Two souls, destined to be together by fate itself. We are two halves of a whole.” The words he spoke made my heart flutter with love and happiness. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. I smiled at Dwayne and brought him into another kiss.

After Dwayne’s confession a few months ago, I had been on cloud nine, though, every now and then, I would be reminded of the fact that Dwayne was dead and I wasn’t. I would grow old while he would stay the same. It broke my heart to think of that. I wanted to be with him forever, just like this. Just as we are now. A thought occurred to me in times like these. If I died in this house, I could possibly become a ghost like Dwayne. That way, we could be together forever, and be just as we are now. I knew that I couldn’t bring this up to Dwayne. He would absolutely refuse me doing something like that. If I was to do it, I would have to be sneaky about it. He never did pop into the bathroom when I had the door shut. He knew I needed privacy in there and he was respectful of that. That would have to be where I did it. I already had a pretty good idea of how. There were pills in there that I had that would do the job. 

That night, I had made up my mind. I would do whatever I had to to be with Dwayne forever. I told him that I was going to take a quick shower as I made my way into the bathroom. I waited a moment before turning on the shower taps then made my way to the cabinet. I took out the pill bottle and stared at it for a while. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this. I started to have second thoughts about it. Not because I didn’t want to be with Dwayne, but because I was scared. Was it going to hurt? I shook those thoughts out of my head. No. I have to do this. I twisted open the bottle and emptied the contents in my hand. I took a deep breath before I started swallowing pills. With every pill I swallowed, my nerves grew. I was scared out of my mind but there was also this little feeling of…. Comfort? I was comforted by the thought of being with Dwayne and nothing being able to tear us apart.

After I was finished, I put the bottle back in the cabinet and actually stepped into the shower, just to wet myself, then got back out. By the time I had come out of the bathroom and was back in my bedroom, I was feeling nauseous, dizzy and my head was fuzzy. Dwayne immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” He hurriedly asked, concern laced in his voice. He helped me over to the bed and laid me down. “Come here.” I slurred and clumsily grabbed for him. “Hold me. Please.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes. “Y/n?” Dwayne asked as he laid down beside me and held me. “What did you do?” He whispered. My body felt heavy and thinking, let alone talking, felt so difficult. “Pills” Was all I managed to get out. 

Dwayne held my body as he cried. His heart was broken into a million little pieces. “Dwayne.” I said his name from beside him. I was standing beside the bed that he was still laying on. His head snapped up to me, his eyes wide. He let go of my body and gently laid it down before getting up and pulling me into a tight hug. “Why? Why did you do that?” He begged. I felt horrible about the pain that I had brought him but I knew that it was something that had to be done. “I did it for us. I did it so we could be together forever.” I whispered to him. Dwayne pulled back slightly and looked down at me. “What-” It took him a moment for my words to sink in. “Princess. You didn’t have to do that. I would never have wanted you to kill yourself just to be with me like this.” He said to me, bringing his hands up to cup my cheeks. I brought my hands up and placed them over his. “I love you, Dwayne. I would die a thousand times over if it meant I could get even just a chance to spend eternity with you.” I said, barely being about to finish my sentence as he quickly brought me into a long and passionate kiss. My arms moved and wrapped around his neck, his hand moving to my waist. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you before I met you. I loved you before our first meeting. I love you now and I will continue to love you forever.” Dwayne whispered against my lips.

TAGS: @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @checkitoutmikey

It’s true, I swear!

Okay, so I’m not great at doing these, but I want to start. This is mostly Paul and y/n, but there’s some Dwayne and a little Marko. David is mentioned also, but yeah.

Also, I tried to not put any descriptors referring to the reader besides the pet names.

And if you can let me know what you think, that would be appreciated.

TW: A tiny bit of swearing, but not much else.

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I was just sitting on the railing, mindlessly playing with Dwayne’s hair (who was standing between my legs with his back to me) and talking with Paul, who was also sitting on the railing with me, about how he “met and hung out with” Nikki Sixx from Motley Crüe. “ I don’t believe you, Paul. Sorry. But I just don’t.” I tell him with a laugh. “ITS TRUE!!” He practically yelled. “Why don’t you believe me sugar? I SWEAR I’m telling the truth.” He says with a pout. I just shake my head and laugh. “I don’t believe you because you’re always telling me all these elaborate, fantastical stories that, later on, I find out aren’t even true.” I tell Paul as he continues to give me the biggest pout. “But this time it’s true y/n.” He insists. I give him a huff and and roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask someone more reliable if it’s true. BUT if it’s not, then you owe me the biggest apology for lying.” I tell him. I wrap my arms around Dwayne and lower my head, pecking him on the cheek before resting my cheek against his. “Dwayne. Sweetheart. My most reliable source.” I start, making Dwayne let out a low chuckle. “Did paul really meet and hangout with Nikki Sixx?” I ask him. He turned to face me and smirked. “He did. He’s not lying this time, prince/ess.” Dwayne said, watching a shocked expression grow on my face. I turned to look at Paul and before I could even get a syllable out, I was cut off. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!!” Paul screamed, pointing at me, causing Marko, Dwayne and even David to laugh. Paul had the biggest Shit eating grin on his face. He crossed his arms and just stared at me, obviously waiting for my apology. “Okay. Sorry I doubted you Paul. Guess you weren’t full of shit this time. ” I said, raising my arms up in surrender. “You should have a little more faith in me babe.” He said all smug. I just snorted and returned my hands to Dwayne’s hair. “Paul, it being true ONE time doesn’t inspire too much faith.” I say playfully. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at me. “I’m still right though.” He quietly muttered. “Aww. Come here babygirl. I’m sorry.” I say to him as I reach my hand out to him. He looked at my hand and wiggling fingers, then at me. After a minute, he gave in and slid closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head against him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine. “I have faith in you Pauly.” I tell him, causing him to smile.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I met and trashed a whole hotel with Ozzy Osbourne?” Paul asked. “PAUL YOU LYING SHIT!!” Marko yelled.

Bout made me sob

♟˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘I KNOW IT WON’T WORK’

pairing: ethan landry x reader

summary: your boyfriend had become distant suddenly but confronting him about it only makes it worse

author’s note: inspired by gracie abrams’ “I know it won’t work” I LOVE THIS SONG AND GRACIE (lyrics will be in orange for reading & red for ethan !!) also you can send in requests and ideas!! #ANGST #SLIGHTSPOILERS

you looked over two seats at ethan who was quickly jotting something down in his notebook. it was a different color than his actual econ notebook and the lecture hadn’t even started yet so you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

but the loud slam of the classroom door shutting snapped you out of your trance. your teacher begun the class and you watched ethan shove the notebook in his backpack through the corner of your eye. however, you completely shrugged it off once the teacher started speaking.

sitting by your friends at the park was finally a peaceful event with all the stormy clouds and rain disappearing. it seemed there were only clear skies and chirping birds around until you faced ethan.

he avoided eye contact and tried to look elsewhere. anywhere. aren’t boyfriends supposed to want to look at their girlfriends? you even reached for his hand once but after he attempted to ‘discreetly’ move his away, you gave up. for a studious little student, he really couldn’t tell how distant he became.

at first you thought it was all in your head. maybe it was the stress building up from your upcoming finals or because of the mysterious murders surrounding your neighborhood. yet your fears were confirmed when even your friends brought it up.

even chad for gods sake!

only a couple of days ago, the friend group was laughing and chattering like a bunch of middle schoolers. you guys were loud enough to be heard from miles away but there was an awkward tension once ethan started to shy away from you.

where was the sweet boy who waited in front of your dorm room for a whole hour before finally knocking and asking you out?

where was your boyfriend who would not let go of your hand while walking around parties? who followed you everywhere that some people even asked if you had a stalker!

where was the boy who messaged tara and mindy a million times about what flowers you like so you would be happy on valentine’s day!?

that boy was obviously not present because your door remained silent. no doorbells or late night knocks for a last minute sleepover.

your hands stayed untouched. the only time he almost reached for it was when he put his hands down to help him getting up and leaving.

you went to parties alone now and instead of sitting on the couch just whispering and gossiping with ethan, you sat on the stairs and waited for mindy and anika to say one of them were too wasted to party anymore.

so after finally mustering up the courage, you marched to his dorm room and knocked on the door. first chad opened the door with a little confused face, “yes?” you ignored him and invited yourself in like a hundred times you’ve done before.

“is ethan here?” you asked and took a look around the dorm. chad shut the door behind you and walked towards you, “yeah he’s in his room, are you gonna talk to him?”

you immediately looked up at him, “oh god did mindy tell you too!?” you groaned and felt like you sunk in a batch of concrete. chad let out a shy laugh, “well we’re worried about you guys, i mean you’re the SECOND best looking couple on campus.”

you lifted an eyebrow and questioned him, “and who’s the first?” “obviously me and tara,” chad answered and went to go sit on the couch. you rolled your eyes at his hubris and approached ethan’s room.

but before, you knocked.

“yes, come in,” you heard ethan say from inside and you carefully turned the bedroom doorknob. “chad if you need help in eco—” ethan turned in his spinning desk chair that you got him last year since you knew he can’t focus with moving around.

he stopped himself at the sight of you and wished he locked the door. “oh y/n. what are you doing here?” he calmly asked as if he didn’t ditch you for the last couple of weeks. you scoffed at his ignorance and shut the door to avoid any eavesdropping from chad.

ethan stayed in his chair and watched you take a seat on his nicely tidy bed. there was an immediate silence that suffocated the room before you decided to speak up first.

your words completely shattered the glass surface evident in the room, “do you still love me?” ethan looked up from ground and met your eyes for the first time in weeks.

“w-what do you mean?!” ethan exclaimed and seemed to be taken aback. “what do i mean?” you repeated. “i mean do you still love me? because you’ve been avoiding me like i’m the fucking black plague! you run away from me as if we’re literally not boyfriend and girlfriend!” you spilled out your emotions onto your so-called boyfriend.

your hand gestures were flying everywhere and all the suppressed feelings of anger and sadness came out. “so please just answer the goddamn question. please,” you pleaded for just one answer.

“y/n, i do love you. i truly do and i have but i just don’t think i can handle a relationship right now. it’s all just too much and with…econ—i can’t balance it,” ethan rambled and lied through his teeth, blaming his avoidance on fucking econ as if you weren’t in the same class.

he wasn’t hearing you out and was just piling excuses on top of excuses. you were sick of it. you wanted to have a civil conversation with him, talk it out like adults or in those cheesy romcoms where the couple makes up in the span of three minutes and a really extravagant song or romantic montage.

you could feel tears approaching the rum of your eyes but held them back with only a few managing to escape into your cheeks. “ethan, part of me wants to walk away 'til you really listen because i hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different,” you were the one avoiding his eyes now. those big brown eyes of his that made you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day.

you wiped the few tears off your face and tried to remain calm. unknown to you though was ethan’s perspective. he wanted to get up and hug you, hold you and say he was sorry. he wanted to bring a dozen roses to your doorstep every night until you forgave him.

he held back his tears and looked up at your teary-eyed face. he thought to himself, ‘cause part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that, huh? why won't you try moving on for once? that might make it easy’ so he looked out the window and muttered, “let’s just break up.”

you bit your lip at the bitter words spit out by the boy you loved with all your heart and continued to even after this moment. you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond and opened the door to escape the suddenly stuffy room.

you ran out of the dorm room, ignoring chad’s questions and words from behind you. you didn’t stop running and hoped the cold air would dry your tears before you friends could see.

out of nowhere, the skies turned grey and for the first time in weeks, there a trickle of rain. even though the distance from your apartments was less than a few minutes, it felt like forever. it started pouring and your clothes were drenched.

you thought about how stupid you were and regretted ever stepping front in his dorm room to begin with. you sat on the stairs in front of your apartment, crying and trying to catch your breath. you could barely keep your eyes open with the rain and your tears drowning you. outside it was dark and you were all alone. except you weren’t.

ethan watched you from his room. his heart ached for you and your tears and he had to restrain himself from running down to you. he clenched his jaw and breathed through his teeth as he watched you slowly get swallowed by the darkness and rain.

i know we cut all the ties but you're never really leaving and part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that.

brrring! brrring!

ethan turns his attention to his phone and honestly hopes it to be you but his hopes falter as he sees the number and picks up the phone. “is it all taken care of?” a voice spoke on the other line.

“yes, she’s out of the picture so we are not going to hurt her.”

Can you please please please please please please write a bunch more stuff with Chad and Ethan fucking bimbo!reader or bimbo!reader and Chad fucking Ethan so he doesn't die a virgin please please please I'm begging on my hands and knees screaming crying throwing up creaming on the floor begging

boy do I love the Bimbo trope 😩 I will def write more !!

You, Ethan and Chad all hanging out when Chad makes a joke ab Ethan being a virgin n Ethan gets frustrated and upset </3 so to make it up to him you & Chad offer to take his virginity

He looks so embarrassed when you both ask, but he ends up on his knees eating you out while Chad strokes his hair <33 tells him how to make you cum, how to use his fingers and mouth.

“Yeah, buddy. She likes it when you rub her clit like that. See? you’re a natural!”

Ethan moaning into you at the praise and thrusting his hard cock against the bed like a bitch in heat, as you come undone beneath him :)) he really is a natural, and soon you’re teaching him how to make Chad cum too <33

“No, silly! You have to leave kisses on him first to get him worked up! See?”

Eventually, Ethan is stuck between you two as he fucks into your wet cunt and Chad fucks him; he’s crying, all the sensations too much. Never has he felt this full, felt such a big cock and tight pussy. It’s a wonder he’s lasted this long.

But if we’re being honest, he’s already came once and got hard again.

Chad leaves wet kisses along his spine, whispering praises of how much of a good boy he is, how good he’s taking him. You hold the brunnete tightly against you, feeling both him and Chad’s weight on top of you; Kissing Ethan’s forehead when he says that he loves your pussy and Chad’s cock.

“I know, E. Feels good, doesn’t it? I bet Chad’s so big and hard.. oh baby, are you coming again? Thats so cute!”