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Erik getting a prince albert piercing and not telling his girl until after he did it

Request: The Campbells have a barbecue for Bobby’s birthday and Erik invites you

Warnings: mention of piercing,

Fell in love with this man the second I saw him on screen. I'm so happy people want to read about him. This is exactly my type

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Barbecues were a recurrent event at the Campbells. It was a great way of spending time together, and an opportunity for Howard to show off his skills behind the grill. He wouldn’t call himself a grill master, but he definitely was a pro burger-flipper.

You’ve gone to a few barbecues yourself since dating Erik. His family was endearingly chaotic — in the best ways. While the food was cooking, Julia and Erik would go on the trampoline and have a highest jump battle, like they did as children. Each time one of them would take a bad fall, Brenda would threaten to sell the trampoline, but never actually do it. 

Today’s barbecue was special though; it was Bobby’s birthday. Brenda hung a ‘happy birthday’ sign over the sliding door which matched the small bouquet of lavender balloons in the corner. 

You abandoned Julia and went inside to help Erik with the plates and cutlery. He’s been inside for over ten minutes, why was he taking so long? 

‘’Erik?’’ you called out, not seeing him in the kitchen. 

No answers. 

With a frown on your face, you checked the living room before making your way upstairs. The hallway at the top was lined with photos of the Campbells throughout the years, from baby photos to family vacations. You chuckled as you passed the one of  seven years old Erik with a toothless grin. He had fallen off his bike and broke his front teeth the weekend before picture day at school. 

Speaking of Erik, you heard a series of curses coming from his bedroom. You followed the sound and held a chuckle when you found him sitting on his bed, wrapping Bobby’s present with difficulty. 

‘’Need a hand?’’ 

Erik looked up as you entered his room and let out a sigh of frustration. ‘’This is sorcery.’’ He glared at the scotch tape and paper, as if it was their fault. ‘’Can I just put a bow on top and give it to him like that?’’ 

You rolled your eyes, dropping onto the bed beside him. ‘’Or you could admit defeat and let me take over.’’

He pushed the mess of paper toward you. It was ‘your problem’ now. ‘’Be my guest.’’ 

As you started smoothing out the paper, Erik shifted up the bed and flopped back against the pillows, and let a quiet, involuntary groan slip out.

It sounded painful, so you glanced over. “You good, babe?” 

Erik cleared his throat. “Fine.’’ 

‘’Did you hurt yourself fighting with Bobby over the controller again?’’ you asked, used to the Campbell siblings shenanigans. They played hardcore. 

‘’No.’’ The brunet hesitated, then continued. He intended to keep it a secret from you, but he couldn't see himself making up shit for the next four to six weeks. '’I just…I got my dick pierced two days ago. It’s sensitive.’’ 

You were used to Erik coming up with spontaneous body modifications projects and never actually getting them done. A month ago, he really wanted a tattoo of a certain metal band. He even made a sketch on his ipad, but forgot about it and moved to another idea…which he also didn’t get done. 

So when he told you that he got his dick pierced, you didn’t believe him. For one, it sounded extremely painful. And second, he always talked about it as a joke. 

You scoffed, folding a corner of the paper smoothly before taping it down. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not,” he said, deadpan.

You looked up and squinted at him. “Erik, you can’t be serious.” 

That signature shit-eating grin spread across his face. The kind he wore whenever he was about to confess to something absolutely reckless. The one that always meant trouble. 

Suddenly, you were having doubts. 

“Dead serious.'’

He was serious. 

You shook your head, your lower stomach filling up with butterflies. “You’re insane.”

You meant it as a compliment. His recklessness was part of him, and you wouldn’t change it. Even if it made you want to tear his head off sometimes. 

‘’Want me to pull my pants down and show you?” He brought a hand down to his belt buckle, about to undo it, but you stopped him.

‘’Later.’’

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I need a drunk and emotional marcus from season 3 after his breakdown

Marcus is a character I both relate to and see people through, which sometimes make it difficult to write for him. Especially darker subjects. But it's also what I love about writing for him

Note: I have not watched season 3 yet. Just clips on youtube and tiktok

Warnings: mention of depression, mention of alcohol abuse, mention of death (Bridge),

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On the night of Brody’s party, you were held back at Blue Farm. The girl who had the night shift called in sick and Joe asked you to stay a few hours longer.  You felt bad for leaving him in charge of the kitchen and the tables when a group of women — a book club meeting — came in and filled four tables.  

‘’Thank you for tonight,’’ Joe said for the fifth time as you prepared to leave. ‘’I assumed it would be quiet since it was Friday night.’’ He shook his head. ‘’I would not have managed without your help.’’ 

‘’Rachel was probably at Brody’s party, not sick,’’ you informed your boss, taking your car keys out of your bag. ‘’Do with that information as you will.’’

You wished him good night and walked out. 

Before starting your car, you checked your phone and saw missed calls and texts from Max saying Marcus got drunk at the party and she needed to take him home. She asked if you could pick them up, but that was over an hour ago. Her messages continued, explaining that Marcus then had a breakdown in their living room, crying and telling their parents that he hated himself. 

To Max: I just finished working. How is he doing?

From Max: Dad put him to bed From Max: It was bad. I don’t know what to do… Can you come over?

Your plans for the night was to go home, shower, and finish the book you were currently reading. You only had a few chapters left. But instead, you drove to the Bakers. For Max. 

She had been taking so much on her shoulders these past months. She meant to help by shielding her parents from Marcus’ addiction and his depression, but was it really a good idea?  

‘’I just stood there and watched,’’ Max said, emotions thick in her voice. She had been crying. ‘’I…I feel like a bad sister for not being able to help him.’’ 

You looked at her, your eyes soft as you reached out to touch her arm, offering her a small sense of comfort and reassurance. ‘’You're not,’’ you corrected. ‘’There's only so much you can do. You're his sister, not a therapist.’’ 

You felt her helplessness. Watching someone you love struggle with mental health was difficult. There were so many days you wanted to cry, and so many days you did cry. Never in front of him though. You didn’t want Marcus to mistake it for pity. 

She looked at you, the tears still in her eyes. ‘’I know.’’ She sniffled. ‘’It hurts to watch him dig himself deeper into addiction. I want to help him. I want to fix him.’’

Max leaned her head against your shoulder, taking in a shaky breath before continuing. ‘’I feel like I'm constantly walking on eggshells around him and our parents. It's like they're not seeing what's happening right in front of them.’’ She sniffled once more, the tears still threatening to fall from her eyes. ‘I'm tired of trying to be strong for him and putting on a face for mom and dad. I'm tired of being the one who has to hold everything together.’’

You put an arm around her, pulling her into a hug. 

After comforting Max, you went down the hallway to check on Marcus. Surprisingly, he was not asleep.

‘’Hey…hi,’’ he slurred, sitting up. 

His hair was messy from his pillow, and his eyes half lidded. He was clearly still drunk. Drinking while taking medication was not a good idea. Alcohol amplifies your feelings, which caused him to spiral into his sadness. 

‘’Are you okay?’’ 

‘’Yeah.’’ Marcus gave you a smile, but it was clear something was wrong. ‘’Come here.’’ 

You sat down on his bed and he looked at you, eyes barely staying open. He was completely wasted. How much did he drink to get into this state? Alcohol addiction was often sugar coated, but it was very dangerous. Alcohol poisoning is a real thing.

‘’You’re really drunk,’’ you pointed with seriousness and caring eyes. 

Marcus didn’t answer your question. He just smiled down at you. ‘’You’re so beautiful.’’ He reached out and touched the lapel of your jacket gently, his touch softer than usual.  

You lifted his chin, making him look at you. ‘’Why did you drink so much?’’

‘’You were not there.’’ 

‘’You drank because I was not there?’’ 

He shook his head, then looked down again. ‘’I’m a loser. I…I failed this year.’’

You sighed, seeing how vulnerable he was at the moment. 

Although he was smart, Marcus already repeated a year before. When Bridge died, it had a deep impact on him and, in part, caused him to fall behind academically. He didn’t mind being older than everyone in his classes. Failing a second time was different. 

You moved closer and cupped his face gently. Marcus leaned into your touch, soft and vulnerable and…fragile. His face was inches away from yours. You could smell the alcohol from his breath, yet you didn't pull back. You knew he needed you.  

‘’You’re not a loser,’’ you said, caressing his cheek.

Tears filled his eyes. His emotions were raw, and without his usual walls up, he didn't bother to hide the sadness that lingered within them.

‘’You’re—You need help, Marcus. You can’t keep living like this.’’

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head against your shoulder. Being close to you made him feel safe and comforted. Being drunk also made him more emotional and clingy. 

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. You were his safeplace. The one he could fall back on when going through hardships. The one who always answered his calls — even at 2am. 

You swallowed your emotions and embraced him tight, trying to ignore how your heart was hurting. 

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Erik getting a prince albert piercing and not telling his girl until after he did it

Request: The Campbells have a barbecue for Bobby’s birthday and Erik invites you

Warnings: mention of piercing,

Fell in love with this man the second I saw him on screen. I'm so happy people want to read about him. This is exactly my type

—

Barbecues were a recurrent event at the Campbells. It was a great way of spending time together, and an opportunity for Howard to show off his skills behind the grill. He wouldn’t call himself a grill master, but he definitely was a pro burger-flipper.

You’ve gone to a few barbecues yourself since dating Erik. His family was endearingly chaotic — in the best ways. While the food was cooking, Julia and Erik would go on the trampoline and have a highest jump battle, like they did as children. Each time one of them would take a bad fall, Brenda would threaten to sell the trampoline, but never actually do it. 

Today’s barbecue was special though; it was Bobby’s birthday. Brenda hung a ‘happy birthday’ sign over the sliding door which matched the small bouquet of lavender balloons in the corner. 

You abandoned Julia and went inside to help Erik with the plates and cutlery. He’s been inside for over ten minutes, why was he taking so long? 

‘’Erik?’’ you called out, not seeing him in the kitchen. 

No answers. 

With a frown on your face, you checked the living room before making your way upstairs. The hallway at the top was lined with photos of the Campbells throughout the years, from baby photos to family vacations. You chuckled as you passed the one of  seven years old Erik with a toothless grin. He had fallen off his bike and broke his front teeth the weekend before picture day at school. 

Speaking of Erik, you heard a series of curses coming from his bedroom. You followed the sound and held a chuckle when you found him sitting on his bed, wrapping Bobby’s present with difficulty. 

‘’Need a hand?’’ 

Erik looked up as you entered his room and let out a sigh of frustration. ‘’This is sorcery.’’ He glared at the scotch tape and paper, as if it was their fault. ‘’Can I just put a bow on top and give it to him like that?’’ 

You rolled your eyes, dropping onto the bed beside him. ‘’Or you could admit defeat and let me take over.’’

He pushed the mess of paper toward you. It was ‘your problem’ now. ‘’Be my guest.’’ 

As you started smoothing out the paper, Erik shifted up the bed and flopped back against the pillows, and let a quiet, involuntary groan slip out.

It sounded painful, so you glanced over. “You good, babe?” 

Erik cleared his throat. “Fine.’’ 

‘’Did you hurt yourself fighting with Bobby over the controller again?’’ you asked, used to the Campbell siblings shenanigans. They played hardcore. 

‘’No.’’ The brunet hesitated, then continued. He intended to keep it a secret from you, but he couldn't see himself making up shit for the next four to six weeks. '’I just…I got my dick pierced two days ago. It’s sensitive.’’ 

You were used to Erik coming up with spontaneous body modifications projects and never actually getting them done. A month ago, he really wanted a tattoo of a certain metal band. He even made a sketch on his ipad, but forgot about it and moved to another idea…which he also didn’t get done. 

So when he told you that he got his dick pierced, you didn’t believe him. For one, it sounded extremely painful. And second, he always talked about it as a joke. 

You scoffed, folding a corner of the paper smoothly before taping it down. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not,” he said, deadpan.

You looked up and squinted at him. “Erik, you can’t be serious.” 

That signature shit-eating grin spread across his face. The kind he wore whenever he was about to confess to something absolutely reckless. The one that always meant trouble. 

Suddenly, you were having doubts. 

“Dead serious.'’

He was serious. 

You shook your head, your lower stomach filling up with butterflies. “You’re insane.”

You meant it as a compliment. His recklessness was part of him, and you wouldn’t change it. Even if it made you want to tear his head off sometimes. 

‘’Want me to pull my pants down and show you?” He brought a hand down to his belt buckle, about to undo it, but you stopped him.

‘’Later.’’

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What was her name? Belly.

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SABRINA CARPENTER Manchild (2025)

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But only one that mattered.

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