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Blue Lotus - SxC Fic - Chapter 2

♡ Summary: Carmy & Syd go horseback riding!!! Carmy's therapy friends push him to go for what he wants, his 'light at the end of the tunnel'

♡ W/C: 6,534

♡ Posted Date: 04/07/2024

♡ A/N: Hayoooo!!! I am too inspired... this has become a multi-chap fic hahaha I am havin' so much fun here!! Thank you @gingergofastboatsmojito for inspiring me to keep going!!! ILY! As per usual please know - this fic was inspired by THIS FIC here - Tucson by the GLORIOUS GINGER!!!! Go read that before you even THINK about reading this fic ok?! I love how I hate storer for the same reasons but im a sucker for writing a slowburn - I find myself screaming at MYSELF internally "make them kiss already!!!!" but they will KISSSS SHORTLY SO SHORTLY MY DEARSSSS !!! It will be a JUICY TAYLOR SWIFT DAYLIGHT ASS KISS OK!!!! THEY WILL ONLY SEE EACHOTHER FROM THEN ON!!!! Its gonna be a 'and I can still see it all in my mind all of you all of me intertwined I USED TO THINK LOVE WOULD BE BLACK AND WHITE BUT ITS GOLDENNNNNNN. We need Carmy to realize a few more things but then - he will be hozier level devoted to this woman even more then he already is, I hope you enjoy!!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Not really any? Like? LOL - Swearing?! Smoking cigarettes?! They just went horseback riding & carmy went to therapy- oh Ig talks of carmy getting hard LMAO but thats as crazy as we get this chapter. ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡

Stardust nudges his shoulder so hard he almost falls over, and he turns to look at her. His heart jumped into his throat, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. She was there, she was really there.

“Uh-” he blinked a few times, to be sure that she wouldn’t disappear. “Syd? Hey..uh-” he felt his entire body buzzing with excitement. He couldn’t help the smile that took over his features. She looked… gorgeous. Carmen wasn’t sure there actually was a word in any human language ever to exist that could describe just how wonderful she looked.

Her hair was in its natural state, she was wearing an adorable corduroy jacket, black jeans, and white sneakers. “You came to a farm…in those?” he motions to her shoes.

She laughs a bit “Wow- it’s great to see you too, Carm. Didn’t realize you were…actually like living on a farm” she approached him carefully.

“Shit- yes- fuck- It’s its so good to see you, Syd, C’mere” he pulls her into a tight, long hug. The smell of her lavender vanilla perfume nearly made him melt.

“You’re like…tan- and…muscley now” She laughs a bit, squeezing his arm lightly.

“Uh..” he pulled away, cheeks bright red. “Yeah uh.. It's like- fuckin hard t’ride a horse. And the um…” he rubbed his neck nervously “The uh cows.. They eat hay? Most the time, and so we need to move the bales during the morning for em, they’re like…. 75? 80 pounds? So moving like 10 back and forth every day helps. And I dont really.. Go inside? Here? Its like… uh.. Thats the therapy mostly, the animals- at least f’me” he said sheepishly.

She nodded, looking around the stable. “That one behind you is yours? Shes been side-eying me creepily since I started talking” she pointed to Stardust.

“Oh! Fuck sorry yea, well- no…not- not mine- I got ‘er t’trust me. But uh, yeah this is Stardust. She’s a super sweet girl” He explained. Stardust leaned in, sniffing Syds hair carefully.

“Cute- All you’re missing is a hat” She teased.

He chuckled a bit, “Ok, c’mon - why are you here, Syd” He said with a small smile, crossing his arms over his chest.

She shrugged, looking at the ground and kicking a rock out of the way with her shoe. “Cause…I was worried- I dunno…” She definitely wasn't going to get bold and tell him that she’d missed him, terribly.

“Ok…well now that y’here, and y’see i’m okay…wanna have some fun?” He asked, a small smile on his lips.

Syd looked back up at him, as if he had 3 heads. “Okay- Where is Carmen Berzatto- Not his… Weird alien clone- Camren Brazota” she said, laughing a bit “what do you mean fun?” She asked, and Carmy laughed, real, and genuine.

“Well- If I didn’t change my view a little I’d never leave. So, yes, Syd, ‘a little fun never hurt noone’ - per my therapist. Shes fuckin annoying. I much prefer the horses.” He pet Star’s mane and she leaned into his touch.

“Holy shit” Syd laughed a bit. “Wow- alright. I feel like you’re a whole new man already, what kind of fun?” she mused.

“Ever ridden a horse?” he walked over to the saddle rack, pulling off a double seated one and hanging it over the back of the stall door.

“No- Actually, Don’t I need um…like - stuff for it?” she asked.

“Oh don’t think I wont give you the full experience” he opened the riding closet, “Whats your shoe size?” he asked, crouching down and looking through the pairs of extras.

“8? Er- 9 probably 9” she said. He dug through them until he found a matching pair.

“These should do, y’stuff is cool here we can just leave it in her stall” he told her, holding out his arm for her to hold while she switched her shoes.

“You seem like…” she said as she slipped off her sneaker and put on the boot. “I dunno…chill- well- i wont go that far- but chill-er then before.” Carm snorted a laugh, holding on to her arm to steady her.

“Thanks? I guess..that’s good right?” He asked.

“Yeah! Yeah of course…I mean, it’s nice. To see you not so…anxious.” She said, slipping the other boot on.

“Yeah I um…” he cleared his throat, opening the stall door. “I uh..I’m takin meds- Now? Uh..all this shit. Y’know they have me like tranquilized more then these guys” he said and she laughs, Carmen smiled proudly at the fact, relishing in the wonderful sound.

“But yeah like Like 3 er..er 4. they say I had all this uh..mental shit. Goin’ on w’me and that’s why I was all…wound up I guess” he explained, calling Star out and getting her harness situated.

Syd caught herself staring at his arms as he worked, how the toned muscle moved beneath the fabric of the shirt.

“Aren’t you freezing?” She asked, noticing he wasn’t wearing a jacket like she was.

“Used to it now, well- I mean the moving around. It gets hot this shit is heavy. Wanna try to hold the saddle?” He asked, unhooking the saddle from the stall door where he’d left it momentarily.

“It can’t be that bad” she countered.

“I think this thing weighs probably as much as you do.” He said “hold out your arms” he smiled a bit.

She lifted her arms out in front of her and he plops the saddle down, she had to plant one of her feet forward so she didn’t fall face first due to the sudden weight and he laughed, catching the saddle quickly and baring most the weight.

“Told you” he teased.

She rolled her eyes “yeah whatever. Saddle up the horse, cowboy” she dropped the saddle back in his arms. He hurled the saddle over Stars back with a grunt.

“Fuckin hell” he huffed, realizing since the saddle was nearly double the weight as his usual, and being on the shorter end- he couldn’t just get it on her when she was standing straight. “Bow” he told the horse and she just stared at Sydney.

“Don’t embarrass me, Star. Bow” he told her and she looked the other way.

“So uhhh…this one’s trained, huh?” Sydney teased.

Carmen looked back at her “mmhmm maybe she doesn’t like strangers” he said, walking over to the other side.

“Since she’s bein difficult y’gonna have T’help. C’mere” he waved her over and she followed. “So when I push it up, just grab the saddle pad and make sure it doesn’t move, yea?” He asked.

“The fuck is a saddle pad, dude- I know my way around a kitchen not a fuckin horse stable.” She looked at the many different layers the horse was already wearing.

“Alright. So this,” he lifted the cloth, “is her blanket. Keeps her core warm. And beneath it” he pats the pad “this is her saddle pad, it makes it more comfortable. So our bones aren’t like..diggin in her back and shit. Also shock, when she jumps the foam of it helps our weight disperse. The saddle is so big and heavy I can’t keep the pad still at the same time, so just hold it f’me,” he took her hand, guiding it to where he wanted her to hold.

She felt her heartbeat quicken, his hands were so large and calloused on top of her own. She nodded wordlessly, keeping her eyes trained on where she was meant to be holding and focusing on keeping it steady as he went back around and carefully lifted up the heavy saddle with a grunt, laying it over the horses back.

“Jesus- how much can this thing carry” Syd asked.

“Well she is a mare, she weighs about…mmm- 1900? She can comfortably hold about 400 pounds for a decent distance but she can’t do that for hours and hours at a time. We together can’t be more then 300, and her gear is less then 100 pounds. Were just goin f’r a quick ride, I gotta get to therapy at 3” he explained as he buckled on her saddle.

“Ah. So you’ve been memorizing horse information instead of creating recipes? I figured when I got here you’d have gone nuts by now without being in a kitchen so long” she gently touched the horses mane as she spoke.

“Maybe. Well…I am kinda goin crazy? But I can’t…let it out?” He chuckled a bit “does that make sense? Nights are a little hard before my sleep meds kick in but that just says I haven’t done enough that day” he got up. “So y’gettin up first since I’m sittin in back” he explained.

“Oh…uh- ok how do I?” She asked looking up at the at least 7 foot tall animal.

“Y’not gonna be able to do it alone. C’mere” he told her. She comes over and looks at him.

“How the fuck do you do this?” She looked up at the saddle that was at the top of her head before looking back at him.

“So-“ he snorts a laugh at her wide confused expression. “She’s not gonna like you trying to roll up on her back, and I don’t want you t’get thrown off, she can be moody with new people. I almost broke my shoulder my first time trying to ride her” he said and she crossed her arms slightly.

“So how. How do I get up there?” She asked. He pulled out a step stool, setting it next to the horse and getting up on the third step.

“I’m giving you a lift. Arms up” he said with a playful smirk.

“No- no way- Carmen that’s too high. You’ll drop me!!” She took a step back, feeling slightly nervous.

“I won’t because I’ll bribe her Syd. C’mere” he pulled a pack of peep marshmallows out of his pocket and the horse nearly starts dancing.

“Carm- what the fuck is happening?” She asked and Carmy chuckled.

“Bow. Cmon Syd wants t’ride. Bow and you’ll get y’treat star.” He told the horse.

It obediently bowed down and before Syd could process what was happening, Carm was scooping her up beneath her arms Syd squealed in surprise. “Oh my GOD WHY ARE YOU PICKING ME UP!” She shrieked, wiggling in his arms.

“open y’legs! Cmon! she’s gonna get up!!!” Carmen laughed holding her up higher. Syd finally obeyed and he gently plopped her on the first saddle. “Good girl” he told the horse, feeding her the marshmallow and putting the packet in his pocket again before swiftly getting on behind Syd.

“Alright. Hard part done.” He reached around her waist, and she lifted her arms slightly.

“What- can you tell me what’s going on? I’m a horse virgin!” She said, and they both went quiet for a moment, before cracking up laughing. Syd leaned to her left slightly as she tried catching her breath, grabbing the rein for stability and tugging.

Star took off sprinting, Syd screamed in surprise, her body going tight with fear. Carmen quickly wrapped his arms around Syds waist protectively, tugging on the reigns “WOOOOAH!” He called to Star and she quickly came to a stop.

“Stand.” He told the horse firmly.

“What the fuck Carm I thought she was trained!” Syd exclaimed, gripping onto his forearms for dear life.

“I gotchu, you think I’d let her kick you off?” He tightened his arms around her. Carmen swore his heart was thumping so hard that she felt it on her shoulder blade.

“Also when she moves it’s hard to keep still.” She said nervously.

“Don’t worry, I gotchu, Syd. Lean into me, if our weight is centered then it’ll be easier for all 3 of us” he gently pushed at her stomach.

She leaned back into his broad chest, “see” he said softly. He was lucky the angle didn’t allow for her to see him, because his face was bright red, And having her body pressed against his…was making him flush somewhere else too.

He clicked his tongue and Stardust started walking again, at an easy comfortable trot. “This…is ok.” She said, much more comfortable now.

“I’m gonna take you t’one of my favorite spots.” He said, pulling on the reins to the left lightly so she would follow the left trail.

“Wow, already sharing secret spots huh? I think this therapist may just be Doctor of the year I don’t even think I’ve seen your favorite Chicago spots” she teased.

Carm laughed a bit, he felt so much lighter with Syd around. And life had been lighter ever since he got here.

“How is…uh- how is it back home?” He cleared his throat lightly. It was something that had being weighing on him. Yes, he was here, he was doing the thing. He was making Sugar happy. He was making Syd happy…but he would go back, at some point.

And his biggest fear was things will just go right back. He won’t have this outlet, he won’t have sunset rides with Stardust to ease his mind. He won’t have the cows happily running up to him and greeting him when he was the first one to bring out a bale of hay. He felt like if he was here, he may have the confidence to tell Syd how he feels. But back home? It was another life.

“Fine..things are..y’know. The usual shit. But nothing bad, no one’s getting locked in any freezers if that’s what you mean” she said playfully.

Carm rolled his eyes with a light smile. “Mmhmm. So the restaurant is-“

“Is fine.” She said. “I’d have told you. You know that.” She said and he nodded a bit.

“I know she scared you back there…but it’s pretty fun to go fast. You wanna try?” He asked.

She shifted a bit uncomfortably, her hands tightening around his arms that were holding the reins around her waist. “Uhh…maybe? Are you sure we won’t fall off?” She questioned.

“I’m sure. Here you can be the one to control it. Start light ok? With your legs.” He gently ran his hands down her thighs to right below her knees “here” he said softly, squeezing the flesh gently so she wouldn’t have to lean and look. “With that part of your legs, give her a little squeeze. But really light, or we’ll take out of here like a bat out of hell” he held around her waist again, securely holding the reins.

“Mmhmm” she said, she was beginning to feel hot- and not because she’d done any hard work in regards to getting the horse ready.

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready, you’re the boss” he said the last part softly in her ear. If it wasn’t for her jacket, he would see the goosebumps that had risen on her arms. She nodded quickly, staring straight ahead and trying to maintain her composure.

“So I just?” She squeezed gently and the horse picks up her speed slightly. “Oh…ok” she said.

“Told y’she was trained” Carmy teased and she rolls her eyes.

“Mmm you’ve done a very good job, bribing this horse with peeps. The staff know you do this?” She asked. Carmy snorted a laugh

“No. But she’s healthy. Made sure. She only gets one or 2 if she doesn’t listen.” He admitted.

She shook her head with a smile. “And how’d you find this out, Carm?” She leaned into him once more.

“I…” he laughed a bit, his chest vibrating with the movement and it made her heart warm.

“I uh…spent a few days in the library here. Reading up. After she threw me off. It’s all about trust with em. So I never lied to ‘er and I’ve never done something she didn’t expect because I always try to warn her.” He said, pulling her reigns a bit tighter.

“This is like a joyride Syd cmon, I said fast not an evening stroll.” He teased.

“Fine. Mister horse master- show me what Miss Stardust can do.” She said.

With 2 kisses and a quick tap of his heel, they were off like a rocket. He held Syd steady, being sure she wouldn’t have to do most the work of holding herself center as he gripped each reign with the opposite hand, holding them taught so Star knew to keep going.

Syd laughed, the wind flicking her dark curls all around. He wished she could see her amused expression. “Holy shit this is the best!” She shouted over the loud thuds of Stars hoofbeats.

“I know right! Can you believe she can go faster?” He said, holding his knees taut around her hips to keep her from sliding.

“Okay we are not! This is fine!” She said and sat up a bit “are we going into the-” She asks as Star begins to barrel through a creek, the freezing water spraying up and around them getting them slightly wet, the freezing water splashing from their calves up to their cheeks.. “CARMY!” She screams through laughter.

He could barely catch his breath as he laughed so hard his stomach and ribs ached. “I’m sorry!! Syd! Oh god-“ he chuckled “woah girl- woah” he called to the course and she slowed down once again to a stop.

“Fuck-“ Carmen chuckled “you okay?” He asked, picking a wet leaf from her jacket and throwing it to the forest floor.

“Yeah- I’m.. I’m fine. That was really fun actually. C’mon I wanna see the spot” she said and took it upon herself to tug the reins so Star would take off again

“Shi-it!” He quickly finds his balance, “warn me!! Oh god I almost flew off!!” He told her.

“You think I’d let her throw you off?” She mimics him from earlier and he takes the chance to playfully pinch her waist

“Yes because who’s in back and who’s in front?” He wrapped his arms around her again, taking the reins from her grasp. “Your reign privileges have been revoked for this riding lesson, Ms.Adamu”

She laughed a bit “I’ll earn them back. Don’t worry” she mused.

“Mmm we need to talk about more shit before I just literally hand the reins over. Coulda spooked her and we’d be fuckin dead.” he angled the outside reigns so she’d slow down as they came to the clearing.

“Here we are” he hopped off, raising his arms to help her down.

She carefully reached out for him and he lifted her off, gently setting her down. “Holy fuck Carmy” she turned around, watching the waterfall cascade down over the rocks.

“Right! Told you. It’s a fire spot” he went over to one of the rocks he usually sat at, plopping down and taking out a cigarette. “Oh- shit- can’t have y’running off” he told Stardust and chuckled, leaving the cigarette between his lips as he walked over to her, guiding her over to the tree, and hooking her right rein around a branch before sitting back down.

“Yeah…I can’t remember the last time I went somewhere so…” she trailed off, looking at all the trees and running water.

“Green?” Carmy lit his cigarette, taking a drag. “Not packed with smog? Somewhere that doesn’t smell like shit.” He said as he exhaled.

“…yeah” she said and laughed a bit. “Yeah. Guess that’s it.” She came and sat next to him. “What did you mean about her getting scared?” She asked curiously.

“Oh- a scared horse will fucking kill you. Not on purpose, but they’re big and pure muscle, and will do anything to get away from danger. I scared the shit out of her one time, that was it. Dislocated my shoulder 8th day here. Doing that hurts like a bitch by the way.” He rolled his shoulder gently.

“How’d you manage that? God I knew you were shit at chatting up girls but she dislocated your shoulder?” She teased.

He rolled his eyes with a playful smile, taking another drag. “Yes, I was fuckin around on the trail, dunno why- but there was this branch sticking out so I grabbed it, it snapped, she fuckin reeeared dude. I flew back so hard. My back might still be bruised I’m not sure. Still hurts a little to laugh” he said.

“You better have seen a doctor” she said.

“Ohhh silly Syd.” He sighed, a puff of smoke filling the air in front of him. “We aren’t allowed to refuse treatment here. If you get hurt, and you refuse to get help, it’s considered self harm, which leads to them believing you have suicidal ideation, which leads to you being locked in the actual nuthouse. So yes. I willingly went to the doctor daily for a week. And now, I’m being checked on once a week. So yeah. Oh and therapy daily. And every day I’m given my meds and someone checks over ‘pre-existing injuries’ which that is now considered. So yeah. I’m good. I’m fuckin fine as fine can be.” He said.

“Awww poor little chef, being taken care of so well that’s so hard isn’t it?” She teased and he gives her a playful glare, but couldn’t help but crack a smile when he realized she was smiling too.

“I was being taken care of fine at home by myself but you and my sister just had to ship me off after one tiny accident” he leaned back on his hand, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“It stops becoming an accident when you didn’t care, Carm. You didn’t care. It didn’t phase you. You weren’t even…you weren’t even scared. Just because you didn’t do it on purpose doesn’t mean you did the sane thing which would have been doing everything you could to not let something like that happen.” She said, her tone suddenly serious.

He looked down at his lap, swallowing thickly. He suddenly felt all of the armor he’d spent the last 31 days chipping at, slowly start to meld back together and shell him back in at the shame the whole situation was making him feel.

“I have nightmares…you know. About it. What happened” she said quietly, and he could physically feel his heart ripping open.

The only sound between them was the bubbling stream, and the sounds of their even breaths.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, gaze fixed on his lap knowing he would burst into tears at the admission she’d been so deeply plagued by something he’d done, if he had looked at her.

“I know” was all she said, gently resting her hand on top of his. He felt the same fireworks exploding in his chest that he only ever felt when she was around.

“Do you um…” he clears his throat and shook his head, embarrassed by the question plaguing his mind. “Never mind it’s..it’s stupid.” He removed his hand, putting his cigarette in it and resting the hand opposite of her on the rock.

“That usually means it’s not stupid. What?” She coaxed, bumping his knee with hers gently.

“It’s stupid” he said again, shrugging his shoulders.

“It can’t be stupider then asking me what UPS means” She said playfully. He rolled his eyes, smiling and looking over at her.

“And what if it is?” He questioned.

“I would be..worried they’re giving you a bad concoction of meds that’s turning your glorious chef brain in to Swiss cheese” she teased

He snorts a laugh. “I was gonna ask..if you wanted to cook..t’night. My cabin…it uh- has a kitchen? I haven’t cooked in a month. They give us food so I haven’t really bothered but…seeing you makes me miss it more, I guess” he blushed, looking back down at his lap.

“Well obviously. Not gonna let you eat whatever bullshit they’ve been giving you while I’m around.” She said and he shook his head, meeting her gaze once more with a playful smirk.

“Maybe you should check in. My therapist says it’s bad apparently to feel ‘responsible for others’ - says it’s a ‘subconscious self harming behavior’ “ he teased.

She smiled a bit. “Okay- say I do. How about, I check in now, we shoot the shit for what- eleven more days- then, you go back home- and see how stressful it is in that restaurant when one of your hands is basically missing” she plucked the cigarette bud he’d forgotten about from between his fingers before it burnt him, flicking it into the creek.

“You know that’s the first time I’ve seen you smoke- other then…me like checking on you when you were about to explode at work. But you’ve never…pulled one out and smoked it I guess” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her cheek on her forearm as she looked at him.

“Oh…” he said, pulling one of his legs up and resting his arm on it. “Didn’t realize you noticed” he said, brushing some dirt off his jeans.

“I notice a lot of stupid shit about you, it’s kinda annoying honestly.” She said without thinking, her eyes widening when she realized and she looked the other way, resting her other cheek on her knee and squeezing her eyes shut.

Why would you ever say that?! She asked herself internally.

“Oh?” He said again, smiling a bit. “You do?” He questions, but that was as far as he’d push.

“Mhm” was all she responded. Carmys phone started buzzing in his pocket and he pulled it out in case it was one of the ‘base keepers’ they called them. Carmy rather call them babysitters. He knew what they were for, being sure if they were out of sight too long they were making sure they could still get ahold of them.

He sighed in relief when he saw it was just his 2:40 alarm. “Gotta go” he stood up, offering his hand to Syd. “Like- now. Or my ass is getting chewed out.”

The ride back to the cabins was mostly silent. He had no stool this time, so he had to pick up Syd essentially by the ass and gently place her on Stars back so she didn’t get spooked.

He was embarassed as fuck that the tiny action had the crotch region of his jeans tightening more then was casually explainable. Thank god no one was around to see him awkwardly hop in the way of his semi hard third leg down his left pant leg, grunting but covering it with a dry cough when she settled her ass back into him to ‘center their gravity’

Syd absolutely felt the firmness pressing into her ass. She thought it was a bit funny, but also brushed it off to the strange friction that came with riding a horse. She couldn’t allow herself to fully believe his teenage like excitement was due to her, or she’d go insane.

Carmy dropped Syd off at his cabin, giving her the key and telling her he’d put up Stardust and be back by 5, she would be blushing if it weren’t for her mahogany complexion at the domesticity of it all - er what she could imagine domesticity with Carmy would feel like.

Her panties were also soaked through from the feeling of his enormous length pressed into the curve of her ass - the entire way back - but she just chalked that up to not getting laid for a few months, and misreading his natural arousal for him being horny- she quickly pushed the thought down and just chalked it up to the horse. Because guys get hard when they ride horses…right? Right?!

Carmen arrived to therapy extremely frustrated, and extremely ready to talk. He sat down in his regular spot in the back, tapping his knee nervously and covering his crotch with his hands. Luckily, thinking about his mother was enough to make him soft nearly instantly so he had that to thank her for at least.

“Alright guys!” Julienne, the usual Friday therapist came in, sitting in her spot in the circle. “Who is up today! We are-“ she looks at her iPad “oh! Yes this is another OP class, so- no pressure but, I wanna hear what’s goin on!” She crossed her legs.

Julie was far from his favorite therapist, at Blue Lotus. But he wasn’t his least favorite. So he would still talk. He cleared his throat, raising his hand slightly.

“Carmy?! What a treat! Okay what’s up” she grabbed her little stylus pencil. He bit the inside of his lip nervously. He despised how casual she tried to make this all feel.

“Uh…so- my um…business partner, she came to see me. I guess I haven’t been…keeping touch? Enough? She just said she was worried…” he cleared his throat again, gaze fixed on his lap. “And uh…I’m startin’ t’-t’realize stuff?” He sniffled nervously, rubbing his mouth with slightly clammy, nervous hands.

“She uh..” he chuckled a bit. “She…she just…showed up. Didn’t hear shit from ‘er. She probably knew that I’d uh…I’d tell ‘er no?” He finally meets the gaze of Julie.

“Okay. You know guests are allowed right? Like- during the visiting hours, 6am to 11pm, no fraternizing between patients but-“ Carmen cuts her off

“We aren’t - no. Not fraternizing” He shook his head. “But uh…today? We were- we were sitting. This spot, near uh, Jupiter point? On the north side. And I had this- this urge T-to tell her…everything.” He shook his head, looking at the floor again.

“So…you wanted to tell her you love her?” Jesse, one of the guys he’d had lunch with a few times piped up.

“T’be honest, I don’t know.” Carmen said honestly, looking at him.

“Well what does it feel like?” Jesse asked, sitting up a bit.

“What? Like- what does what feel like?” Carmen asked curiously.

“Her. Being with her. Talking to her? Inside. Like. Your chest. Your skin?” He questioned.

“Uh…” Carmen sat back, swallowing thickly and crossing his arms over his chest. He thought for a moment.

“Hot. I get hot. All over. My chest feels tight but - but good? Like- a hug almost. And then…when she…” he blushed, looking down with a shy smile. “When she touches me” he shook his head slightly. “When she touches me it’s like um.. fireworks? Like fireworks beneath my skin.” He chuckled a bit at how cheesy it sounded.

“And you haven’t fucking nailed her?” Jessie asked plainly.

Carmen furrowed his brows, glaring at him. “No” he clenched his jaw “I haven’t.” He snips.

“Dude- you are- pussy whipped with no pussy?! You- you love her, Carmen. You love this chick. I feel like I’m looking in a weird straight mirror - the first time-“ he laughed a bit “the first time I kissed a guy- god. He was so hot. But I had no idea! I had no idea. I really thought that I was just-“ he shook his head “that I was just wanting to befriend him? Or something? But like- I wanted to fuck him. And when I did kiss him? Something unlocked in my brain dude. It was like…like a whole new world. I felt like I knew - I knew what love could feel like? Just ‘cause of that one kiss “ he shrugged.

Carmen looked at him, arms crossed, trying to absorb everything he was saying even though every fiber of his former self was screaming to take it with nothing more than a grain of salt.

“Kiss her dude. Kiss her.” Jesse said and sat back in his chair.

“Well. Although, consensual sexual instances are against the code of conduct to discuss - I am very proud to see you two coming out of your shells. Has anyone else felt… confused in their romantic endeavors and would like to share?” Julie asked.

Carmen crossed his arms tighter, looking down at his lap. This was quite unusual for him, he was one of the patients to only add what he had to to be credited during inpatient, and during outpatient - only spoke when he really and honestly had to.

“Uh-“ the super tall girl, Shayna sits up. Carmen was never really sure why she was here. She looked…perfect by all means. Perfect skin, perfect nails, pretty face, long blonde hair, a perfect body by girl standards. Or at least what Carmen had understood of them.

“Not really the same.. but before I came out? I like…I would uh buy…girl clothes. That I liked. For my girlfriends at the time…” she blushed “and um.. I realized after a while that I liked them. And I wasn’t just..wanting to see my girlfriend in them. And like- it’s not the exact same, but when he said… about how Jesse realized he wanted the guy. That’s how I felt when I finally tried the clothes on” she shrugged.

Carmen was…aghast. He just simply stared at her. He’d never met- or thought- he’d ever met a trans person before today. But…Shayna?

Well- he was wrong because he had met her, they actually knew each other fairly well as far as patients go, she joined the program when he did. When they first met, she’d made a joke about how they were the tallest girl and shortest guy in the class, so that meant they were bound to be friends, since opposites attract - and that earned a chuckle out of him before his meds had even fully evened out.

“I love the cis-and-confused look- it’s cute” she said and laughed a bit. Carmen blushed, smiling a bit.

“Not confused- well, maybe. Maybe a little. Y’Just so…dainty? I dunno..” he shrugged.

“In case you haven’t noticed- mr.little man syndrome- you’re only one out with the cows doing the hay on time in the morning. Ninty percent of the group is your version of dainty ” Jesse teased.

“Jesse” Julie gives him the look. “I’d assume that means- the rest of you that aren’t out helping with the bales- are scraping out the cow pens? Since Carmen is doing all the hard work according to you.”

“I’m not girl- fuck no! The second I got out of inpatient house arrest? I walked my happy ass down to Walmart and bought me some blackout curtains. I recommend those to all of you! Oh my god and some ear plugs!! The stupid fucking roosters! Worst 15 days of my lifeee! I’m never coming back here peace and love to you all though. Truly. Can’t stand this cow shit stank ass place.” Shayna said dramatically, causing Carmen to chuckle a bit.

He had loved her boldness since they’d met. If Shayna didn’t want to do something- she wasn’t doing it. He learned that the day the staff tried to force her on anti-depressants. One of the main therapists got a Wellbutrin straight to the eye, they never attempted that battle the same way again.

“We know Shayna you aren’t shoveling scat, princesses don’t do that” Jesse mocked her valley girl tone.

“Okay! Okay. Alriiiight! Back on track- done with the bickering!” Julie said. “Now that open call is over let’s move on to breakthroughs. This issss-“ she looks at her iPad “ah- yes! D group. So. That makes it-“ he checks her watch “ah- right. 11 days! How are your light tunnel projects going?” She questioned.

Carmen’s chest tightened, but not in the Syd is smiling or he made Syd laugh way- in the - I haven't done something I was meant to do way.

The Light Tunnel project wasn’t hard. It was simply one thing you have done that you had wanted to do when you came into the program. And Carmy knew what his answer was,

Admit how he felt to Sydney.

Or, as his Therapist- Mandy told him ‘become more truthful with yourself and those you know about how you feel’ because “counting on someone to like him back would put him at square one” he had pretended to understand, but knew that he had to tell her and soon - or he was going to really go insane.

“ my light tunnel was to talk to my asshole father- but lucky for me I just caught wind the motherfucker finally died thank god. So by default I win and don’t have to be here anymore cause his abandonment was what fucked me up anyhow“ Shayna said jokingly, causing Carm to snort a laugh. He knew she was only joking about the leaving early part, not the father part. Her father was an even bigger piece of shit then Carmen’s was, he had come to learn.

“Mmm that isn’t how it works we know that Shayna. We’ll talk more about this in one to one “ Julie told her and Shayna crossed her long legs, looking out the window.

The last 20 minutes of the session Carmen sat silently, looking out the opposite window to Shayna, watching the horses running around in the field before they got called in for dinner and just spacing out, thinking about what he may say to Syd.

“Yo - Carm space cadet” Shayna said before kicking his boot he jumped a bit, looking up at them both and had realized the room since had cleared and Julie was preparing for her next session.

“Shit.” He said “how long have I been like…like that?” He asked, his cheeks feeling hot.

“It’s the OCD meds. They get you stuck in a happy thought loop sometimes. Are you just gonna sit here? You wanna do another hour of this with sniveling group a? They got here three days ago.” Jesse said. Carm shook his head, getting up.

“No- no sorry” he said starting with them outside. Shayna laughed a bit

“You were thinking of screwing that business partner aren’t you. “ she said, causing Carmys cheeks to go pinker.

“Shayna shut up!” Jesse scolded, pushing her shoulder lightly.

“Awwww carmyyy are your feelings hurt little buddy? Do you need a hug? Jesus men are such pussys” she pushed open the doors of the therapy cabin for them.

“Let me see pictures of this hot chick. If you don’t fuck her I will and I bet I’d do a better job” Shayna teased as they started heading back towards the cabins.

Carmen couldn’t even process what she said as he felt his breath get caught in his chest, he saw her. She was sitting on the porch of his cabin, criss-cross in one of the rocking chairs as she writes in her notebook. He couldn’t help but stop and stare at the way the setting sun hit her bronze skin, her curls casting intricate patterned shadows on the wood. He felt his heart pick up, his chest squeezing in that way, the way that only happened when he saw her.

Shayna and Jesse stopped after a few moments when they realized Carm had gotten stuck behind. They both follow his gaze carefully to see what he was so fixed on, like a trance.

“Holy fuuuck!!! Holy fuck how did I get this lucky!! She’s here? She’s here still?!” Shana asked excitedly, “oh my god- you’re getting laid- tonight” she excitedly skips up to the cabin and Syd looks up, locking eyes with her before seeing Carmen just a few paces behind. “I’m Shayna! Do you and Carm wanna hang out with us tonight?”

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♡

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"Im stuck.." || Chris Kratt x GN! Reader ||

Summary: When Y/n finds themself in a sticky situation, Chris seems to be the only person they can think of to call for help.

Warnings:

Notes: This is my first time writing for Wild Kratts so... Yea, sorry if Chris is too OOC. I think this is also the longest fic I have up at the moment..? Word count is 875 exactly, nice. Anyways, enjoy~

Y/n, the usually more introverted person on the Tortuga, finally decided to get out and go on a mission with the Kratt Bros. It was simple, just find a squirrel to observe its daily activities and see what they do when nobody is around. But, since they weren't used to this stuff (being out in nature with the brothers), they got distracted and decided to climb a tree to look for a squirrel.

Not a bad idea at face value so they went for it. They climbed a big oak tree with a small hole, perfect for a squirrel to exist in! They went branch by branch, small handhold by small handhold, anything to get to that hole they thought would have a squirrel.

Sitting on top of a nearby branch, they watched the hole for a good half an hour at minimum. They stood as still as possible, waiting for a squirrel to appear. After another half an hour with nothing, they realize a squirrel probably wasn't going to show up so they decided to get down.

Looking down to map out a path between everything the tree had to offer, they realized they couldn't find one that would work. Their first thought was to wing it and just go but then they remembered all the times Martin did that and it didn't work out in his favor - ever. They couldn't think of what to do besides call for help but they could only think of one person, Chris, who was currently busy with his brother on the squirrel thing. This mission really made Y/n dislike squirrels...

After a minute of not thinking of anyone else who could possibly help them, they sighed, "Welp, sorry Chris but Im stuck so.." and rang him on their creature-pod. He picked it up almost immediately.

"Hey! Where'd you get off to? You saw something then disappeared! Got m- us worried!" As Chris spoke, Y/n saw behind him, he was back at the Tortuga so they assumed the squirrel mission was a success.

"Oh, um, I am stuck... In a tree." They nod a tiny bit after their sentence. Chris looked at them with concern and slight shock. "How did you get stuck in a tree, Y/n?"

"Well, I saw this oak tree had a hole in it that looked good for squirrels so I climbed it, not really paying attention to where I was putting my hands and stuff. Im up the tree and can't find a path down..." They explained, now having started hugging the tree while on the call still. Koki spoke in the background, "I've got their coordinates, sent them to your creature-pod, Chris!"

"Okay, thanks Koki!" He turned back to his creature pod, "I'll be right there, Y/n, don't worry, and don't move!" The call ended before Chris could hear their remark, "Wouldn't if I could."

After a few minutes, Chris comes into Y/n's vision. He looked around for a while before they yelled out to him to get his attention. He looked up at them, shock filled his face, "How in the world did you get up there?!"

"I thought a squirrel would be in here!" They let go of the branch they were hugging with one of their hands to wave it around while talking to make a point. After they stopped talking and started to slip, they embraced the branch even harder than before. Chris sighed and quickly climbed to meet them near the hole in the tree, remembering his path so he could guide Y/n down after calming them down.

"Look, I just climbed up, it's not that hard to go back down the same way! Just follow me, and I'll show you! And I promise to catch you if you fall." He gave a reassuring smile and waited for them to sit up on the branch rather than laying on it whilst hugging it. He slowly made his way down the tree and they started after he reached the bottom, following every single thing he told them and trying to remember where he put his foot or hand and when.

Even with being this careful, Y/n managed to slip about three-quarters of the way down. Chris lunged forward to catch them, just like he promised. They smiled at him in a silent thanks for catching them but after he set them down they mumbled a verbal thanks. "What was that?"

"I said, thanks for coming all the way out here just to rescue me from that tree and catching me.. Thanks." A small amount of color dusted their cheeks as they made eye contact with him. He was smirking. He did hear them the first time. Upon realizing this, they lightly punched his arm and he chuckled. "Let's get back to the Tortuga, yea?"

As the two made their way to the flying Wild Kratts HQ, a comfortable silence filled the air. Just before entering, Y/n gave Chris a kiss on the cheek and then walked in as if nothing ever happened. Chris stood there blinking for a solid minute, Martin had to come out and drag him inside but not before he mumbled something. "Im never washing this cheek again..."

#wild kratts #chris kratt #chris kratt x reader #x reader #x gn reader #x yn #x gn yn #gn reader #wild kratts fanfic #first time writing for this fandom #sorry if its bad #wk #wk chris #wk crew #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert #tree climbing gone wrong #thanks squirrels #reptisoil

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scenetocause · 11 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫

i got tagged by @verycoolwearsleather and now i have to pretend i have a writing process haha

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

it says 52 but there's actually a lot more due to orphaning/anon-ing things.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

345,519 but again i'm not sure how much tha's counting

3. What fandoms do you write for?

gross f1 twinks

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

just telling it like it is (lando/maxv)

pretty sure this is just cus it's the oldest fic i have since the account reboot because it absolutely does not merit being anywhere near the top 10 lol it's just a 5+1 about other mando being obvious (it's anon'd cus i got bored of a load of my fics and didn't want them as part of the emptyhalf canon anymore)

every colour illuminates (george/lando)

for something i started writing offhand cus some of my friends were saying there should be more trans men in f1 fic, this one sure grew legs. i'm still insanely moved by the comments it gets and the way it seemed to resonate with people. i'm not sure i can really convey how dumb i actually am in a way that'd make people believe me but i really did just write this on vibes and it's one of the things i can say i'm genuinely glad i did. idk, it's just queer porn really but maybe we need more of that.

(i) just wanna get a little bit closer (mando)

you know i don't even think this is close to my best mando fic (personal choice is no plans of staying on) so there's no accounting for taste and you absolutely should practice death of the author or whatever. anyway, it's mando cohabitation era boundary breakdown stuff where they fuck and then go on a date about it.

shoreline i see when i'm off course (loscar, mando)

people rly are thirsty for a/b/o huh. how'd this little fic get into the top five so quickly?

the usual, upside down (alex/george/lando)

literally THEE most head empty omegaverse threesome fic in history y'all are horny as fuck. it literally only got written bc george did some dumb insta post where he called lando and alex his mates and also then was walking around looking horny af in the black fireproofs and mask when he stood in for lewis. there is NO nutritional content here even by the fast food standards of emptyhalf fic.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i uh. i should. i would like to but my brain is quite severely broken. i do read them all and i bookmark a lot in open tabs to come back to and reply to because they mean a lot but then i have 6000 tabs open and no executive function.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

we don't do that here. i guess maybe if you dig into the far distant past then it was probably i'm not just a fuck up, i'm the fuck up you love which is 18k words of jev not really getting over daniel that ends on a sort of optimistically blasted-open note.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of them are happy but probably actually pick me up, no headlights where george and max end up with their weird little family worked out and the kids are doing well, y'know

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no i don't think enough people read them to beef me lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

hahahaha oh yea. i like to think i write something along the lines of realistic queer sex, with the way that means it's mostly kind of funny and sometimes awakward and isn't elegant or arch or even particularly romantic except that you're getting to do it with the person you do it with. writing lando and oscar being straight with each other, even if it's in a cringe fail way, made me realise i really do not write straight people and i feel a bit like one of those painfully hetero actors who does a gay kissing scene and talks about how they had to get themselves in the mindset by watching the l word or whatever haha. what do straight people do? who are they?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i was gonna say no but then i remembered i wrote logan and oscar going ghosthunting and being kinda pass-agg horny about it because. idk? logan gave me ryan bergara vibes.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i think someone reposted some of mine awhile ago and it got dealt with before i really knew anything about it idk

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't know tbh. someone made a podfic of one of my fics a way back.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah i used to do that quite a lot but now. i am a lone wolf. (too perverse for other people's minds)

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

jenson/lewis but society has never been ready for this

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i don't. i don't wanna let doubt enter into it but my daniel goes to fe fic is up against a number of the dark souls boss level demons in my own brain 😔

16. What are your writing strengths?

uh. i uh. i can write on my phone? i have a relaxed attitude to whether what i write is any good at all? i don't actually think i really have any.

people quite often say i have a lot of emotional intelligence in my fics which is very funny to me because i am a deeply unemotionally intelligent person so idk how that's happened really.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

look we could be here all day.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i guess it has never bothered me so long as the reader could be reasonably expected to work out the meaning from the context.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

cardcaptor sakura (i was 14)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

hmmm. in terms of thinking it's like, good or whatever it's probably don't say no or you'll have to go, the fucked up valtteri/george mutual seat envy/horror of being compared to lewis hamilton thing. or really, it's an old spy au fic called ten seconds before sunrise that i deleted ages ago so: sorry about that.

but favourite is probably some dumb mando shit or i have extreme recency bias so maybe logan and oscar go ghosthunting or whatever. oh wait, no, it's genders maxy the how-to-find-your-identity-post-racing-in-your-pussy treatise that was born of crack but ended up. no, it's still crack. anyway, classic emptyhalf shit tbh.

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topperscumslut · 1 year

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are u ever gonna post the impractical jokers 90s au

ok ok so i was kinda hesitant to post it just bcuz it’s very… not well written lol. and i wasn’t really sure if anyone would actually want to read it but it seems like there actually is a demand for it so here y’all go ig 🤷🏻‍♀️

so i wrote this when i was 14 when one of my irl best friends introduced me to her online best friend who was also obsessed with impractical jokers and we decided to start a fan account on instagram and write a self insert fic together ab us going to HS in the 90s and meeting the jokers (even tho i ended up doing all of the writing which i was actually kinda happy about lmao). so you can very much tell that a 14 yr old wrote it and a lot of the plot doesn’t make sense lmaooo but im just gonna post it as it is and not try to edit it to make it sound better or anything. for now im just gonna post it chapter by chapter which is something i haven’t done before cuz i usually only write one shots nowadays so yea just lmk if y’all wanna be added to a taglist!!! but yea anyway here y’all go.

masterlist for this fic

chapter 1 word count: 475

Intro

The year is 1994. Two best friends are going back to high school after winter break, one of which newly single and sure no one could replace her so-called “Mr. Right” - until the pair meets four boys from Staten Island who just might change their worlds forever. Prepare for something amazing.

Chapter 1 - Stupid Boy

Sarah and Kendall hadn’t seen each other for weeks due to a fun, yet long, Christmas break. Both had been super busy and weren’t able to see each other or any of their other friends since school got out. The two girls hugged and greeted each other at their lockers, before greeting their friend Jasmyn the exact same way.

The three friends stood at Kendall’s locker as she put away her coat and her water bottle, the group of them talking and laughing about everything that they’d done over break.

“Guess what guys?” Jasmyn said, “I have a new crush!”

“That’s great,” Kendall sighed, forcing a smile.

“Oh no, Jasmyn, really?” Sarah said, “K, are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah. I think so. I mean Andy’s a great guy. He never meant to hurt me, so I shouldn’t let it get to me anyway. I mean, isn’t that what we both want?”

“Yeah, true. But we’re here for you.”

Kendall smiled and opened her mouth to thank the girls before hearing an eerily familiar laugh behind her. It was Andy, her ex.

The ex-lovers made eye contact for not even half a second before Kendall looked away, tears in her eyes.

“I, um,” she sniffled, “oh, I really have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She ran off to the girl’s bathroom at the end of the hall, and didn’t even have time to lock herself in a stall before bursting out into tears like Niagara Falls. How did Andy have this effect on her?

She wiped up her tears with a scratchy paper towel, wishing she had tissues in her backpack. And wishing she had never met that stupid boy that broke up with her over the phone.

“Thank God for waterproof mascara, am I right?’

“Hey, hey, guys, did you hear that?”

Shit! She thought, Someone heard me.

She peeked outside to see a group of four boys, the voice had belonged to the ferret-like one, sandwiched between one with long, dark hair and thick eyebrows - Sarah’s type - and a handsome one with striking green eyes that she could both see and feel the empathy in.

Oh no no no, please don’t see me! Calm down, Kendall. It’s not like they could come in anyways.

“I think it was just your imagination, Murray,” the final boy said.

Thank God, Kendall thought as Sarah burst through the bathroom door, wrapping an arm around her, the four boys now lost from her mind - for the time being.

#impractical jokers #90s #impractical jokers fanfiction #impractical jokers 90s au #impractical jokers au #unedited writing #90s au #1994 #sal vulcano #brian quinn #joe gatto #james murray #au #fanfic #fanfiction #self insert #self insert fanfiction #impractical jokers self insert fanfic #i wrote this in 2018 plz don’t judge me

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popcornforone · 2 years

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The Innocent Boyfriends Fics:- Late Night Reading

It’s time for another mini fic.

Something is inspired within me with these atm & I am loving writing them. Lots of fluff, some Smutt, the most smutt I’ve done so far. Basically I started writing & couldn��t stop. Most of this is implied in your mind until we get to one point, but it’s not that graphic, we stop before that. Bit of swearing too. Once again it’s based on the photo & the situation it could be, it can me any man you want. Enjoy my loves. Let me know if I’ve missed something.

You told him you were eating at lunch time today, an important client needed to do a working lunch & they were willing to take you out to get these figures done. He not only knows that he has the day to do what he wants & eat what he wants, but that when you get in it will be later than usual & snacks will be needed. Your not going to drink though while at this lunch, even if the client insists.

When you get home he’s not there, but you can see that he’s brought snacks & that he’s done the dishes. But what you also notice is a large pile of paper & an old school iPod on the coffee table in the lounge. He’s got lines or a project that he needs to go over for someone & you can see the coffee cup there. He’s obviously gone for a run or just for a walk to refresh his mind, he needs that from time to time otherwise life does get on top of him. He doesn’t need that stress. But that’s when the lightning starts.

He does get in about 10mins later, drenched to the skin, as much as he likes to run in a cap & a baggy top, his curls are wet & that shirt is stuck to him, showing every defined muscle that you know so well. He knows you’re looking before you even make a comment or he looks your way. In seconds the shirt is off (taking the hat with it) & the shorts drop to the floor. While in his briefs he scoops up everything else & runs to the kitchen to put everything else in the machine. He grabs a juice from the fridge & gulps it down. He walks towards the stairs but comes past you while your on sofa starting your movie & opening the popcorn. You twist that curl that hangs down across his eye, before he brings his lips to yours. “Baby” you moan as your come up for air “the sofas new, don’t get it wet” but that doesn’t stop you going in to explore more. He takes your hand & runs it down his abs at the same time. “You’re too precious my angle” he coos before biting your bottom lip & leaving you in a state of euphoria, your hand had got to the waist band of his briefs, before he runs upstairs to the shower.

He’s back down in the jammys you got him last Christmas. He moaned when you said you needed a jammies christmas photo “for the gram?” He’d asked but since then he’s always worn them when he’s come in from a run. It makes him feel at home even if your not there or he’s away, it’s his connection to you. His hand ruffles your hair & you bring it to your lips for a tender kiss, he sighs at the warm for both your lips & your love. “Oh an indi black comedy I see” he points & is nodding at the tv “yea it’s the latest Iannucci, properly out there” he smiles, he loves your geeky film nerd inside you, & goes to get a coffee which makes you look at him questionably before he sits in the arm chair, at the other end of the coffee table. “I’ve got to read this babes, I’m going to be up for quite a while, this needs notes before I approve it & agree to be in the show” he answers without you even asking. You know each other so well that words aren’t needed. You nod & return back to your film.

You watch the next 35mins of the movie, which is so good & makes you laugh, but your eyes keep getting draw to his hand guiding over the lines & taking notes. Those hands are so delicate at everything they touch. Your film ends & you check your socials & then you go up to him & give him a snuggle before saying your off to sleep. “Don’t stay up to late my love, I don’t want you getting exhausted & stressed”. You kiss him a tender goodnight & you go upstairs, lingering a long look at him for as long as you can, before he’s out of sight.

You wake up. It’s 3am. The last time you looked at the clock it said 11:12. You turn over & see the gap next to you, is not only empty but cold & undisturbed. He’s still up, he’s still drinking coffee he’s still reading. You know he’s got a busy day tomorrow, so you throw on your dressing gown over your sleep shirt, your fluffy socks & head downstairs. There’s one small light on in the lounge & he is listening intently to the iPod. The papers which were so neat earlier is covered in post it’s & notes. The only saving grace is that there’s water by him & not caffine. He’s looking so intense but so soft.

You edge towards him slowly, from behind, he’s not yet noticed you, he’s so in the zone. You don’t want to disturb but you have to for his own sake. He clocks you about 3 steps away from him & you see his shoulder move. You slowly put your hand on his right shoulder & kneel down next to him removing his head phone. “Baby it’s late, this can wait” you whisper. Your voice makes him sigh, he can feel the warm from your throat hitting his ear & he shivers. “What’s the time my love is it half 11?” “Oh no, it’s past 3…” before you can continue you see his eyes dart at the clock. He knows he’s up far too late. “Fuck. I said to myself when you went to bed 90mins more at most. Sorry.” He pauses his iPod & takes the pen out, that was a behind his other ear. He had only towel dried his hair when he got out the shower earlier too, so the curls & whisps are everywhere, going in any direction they want.

He notices your dressing gown & takes it off & pulls you into his lap realising you are in your sleep shirt “if I’d known you were wearing your Christmas shirt I’d have come to bed sooner” he pulls you further into his grip & he takes his other earphone out. Yes you were wearing the green one that you brought for that photo. his eyes scan you from top to bottom & his hands start caressing your shoulders. “When was your last coffee?” You ask in your sleepy but lustfull awakening wanting to know exactly what to expect next. “I made one once you left, but I only got half way…” his hands have left your shoulders & have reached your neck pulling you further into him before your lips meet & your tongues dance together effortlessly but passionately “…down” he finishes a while later. His breathing hitches & your hands are now leaving his hair which they had been twisting while you embraced to his shirt. He checks to make sure his hands have got to your buttons at the bottom of shirt so he can start to undo them.

“Slowly” you moan, you’ve got one one button left on his shirt to go “people are crazy about you having a button allergy by the way babes” as you flick the last button open & bury your head into his chest. You feel his heart is racing just as much as yours. His sigh is heavy & deep. He smells of desire & a quick glimpse into his big puppy dog caramel eyes you can see them darken. Your head & kisses go to his bald patch on this beard, while your hands deal with removing his jammys from his shoulders. “Do they?” He hums he’s got 2 buttons left on yours but he’s started to rock a little in the chair so that your now straddling all of him. “ your sure you didn’t start that rumour?” He inquires & as you laugh & smile his lips find yours once more. You then feel a breeze, the last button is ready to be opened & go free. He then takes your feet & makes sure your secure before standing up with you holding onto him & wrapped around him.

You yelp in excitement & that’s when you realised why you had both started to rock with each other in the chair. It not going to be long before your are fully entwined in each other, not knowing where either of you end. Your lips are still attached , pecking & dancing, when you reach the stairs. For not many words since your 3am wake up, a lots been said. He slowly lowers you down onto the second stair “I know I’m loving the gym & the running but I can’t carry you up all those stairs in this condition” He mutters before his hand goes under the one button that’s left. “The only reason this button is still done up is because I won’t be able to control myself when it’s opened” He says that tugging it, but his hands are then tracing everything, your breasts, your stomach, your waist band of the boxer shorts of his you have on to sleep in. “Maybe you should have had another coffee my love” your eyes are filled with lust & desire, the sleep haze has truly gone now & you are ready for him to claim you passionately as he does so often. “Oh youre my only drug I need. No coffee, no wine, no weed. You. Youre so addictive” his whisper sound like silk sliding into your soul. You’re both walking up the stairs, you in reverse so you don’t take your eyes off him. You know your about to make him feral, you just need to time it to perfection.

Once both of you are on the landing you turn back to the embrace. He’s feverish & hungry for everything you can taste that on him. He’s moaning already a song that’s bliss to your ears. This is going to be intense when we get into the bedroom. He pushes you against the banisters & drops to his knees. He plants kisses down your legs before getting to the socks & smirking. “Do I… fuck…do” he’s stumbling, you’ve got him in the palm of your hands now. he will do whatever once you undo that last button, it makes your legs shake hearing him start to lose control. “Do I keep the socks on you?” He finally gets out. & then he feels your hands in his hair & the purrs. “Fuck oh yes” he’s lost in the bliss. But he hates it when you remove them & looks up pleadingly, but socks now aren’t on his mind. you step over him & get to the door frame while showing him the hands are now on that last button.

On his knees he twitch’s in anticipation. He didn’t know 15mins ago what the time was, but he & you both know your going to have make up excuses for being tired tomorrow or for being late. You turn your back so he can’t see that the last button is finally undone. You let out a small ooooh noise to make sure he’s paying attention, like there’s anything else he’d rather look at than you teasing him. You just turn your head slightly over your right hand shoulder & roll them, the shirt slithering off you & hitting the floor, much like his jaw. He’s seen them hundreds of times before but it still makes him crazy, the idea that what is his is now ready for his mouth to explore. You turn on the faint reading light in the bedroom & hop onto the bed, still not turned around to show him his perfection. You glance & see he’s still not moved. You feel sexy & powerful & you slowly turn around & his dark eyes fill with even more lust than they had in them before, which you didn’t know was possible.

He doesn’t want to dart straight in, but at the same time he’s desperate to caress, nibble & play before moving onto everything else. He slowly gets up adjusting himself, not that you aren’t aware of what he’s adjusting, it was rocking your world casually earlier. He joins you on the bed & starts to draw circles so sensitively, you moan & start to rock at nothing but his touch, responding eagerly. You know these hands can be soft & hard & firm & loving & you can’t wait to see where he wants to explore first. He climbs above you before you both move hair out of each others eyes, hips responding to something so familiar to each other in sync. Your passionate kiss is deep & long before he breaks it. “I know I’ve done a lot of reading & listening tonight” he hums, one hand on your cheek caressing it, the other in the hem of your waist band “but your body is the only thing I think I will ever truly be able to read & respond to.” “Baby I’m an open book when it comes to you” you moan. “I like to hear that babes” he moves down closer his head now achingly close to your chest & breaths “but your an adventure that no script or book could ever write”. His mouth then starts to suck & it’s not long before you are enjoying an adventure of a different kid, engulfed in each other, not knowing where the two of you end & the other begins. Rocking back & forth to euphoria.

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Arm’s-Length

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: Your family upping and moving to Hawkins for your senior year certainly hadn’t been in your original plans, but now there you were. You were thankful that you quickly were accepted into Eddie’s rag-tag group of friends. Against all odds, things seemed to be going well, until everyone started to pull away. You tried to ask, and they tried to answer, but you were left in limbo until you got one frantic call from Dustin in the middle of the night.

Warnings: language, description of blood/injuries, angst (with a happy ending), no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 7.7k

A/N: I was in the middle of working on chapter 3 of my Eddie fic when I got hit with this idea and I just had to run with it. My requests are sort of half-open, half-closed these days, but I’m contemplating taking requests for Eddie since I’ve really been enjoying writing for him. Anyway, hope you enjoy this journey, that started off with literally just three random lines of dialogue that popped into my head. xo

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When Dustin had first insisted on you having one of their super powered walkie-talkies, you thought it was overkill. You didn’t know what you would need it for, what kind of emergency scenarios would arise that would require you to have immediate contact with the entire Hawkins crew. More than that, though, you wondered why any of them thought that they might need immediate communication with you.

You’d only been in Hawkins for a little over a month. Your parents up and moved claiming that there was a work opportunity to be had. It didn’t matter whether it was true or not—it wasn’t like you could stop them even though moving to a new town for your senior year felt like cruel and unusual punishment. So now you were in a tiny little town in Indiana. A town that you’d heard rumors and read weird articles about, but you weren’t sure if you really believed any of it. Tabloids would print anything to make a quick buck. Besides, from what you’d seen, the place was so normal. Almost boring, compared to where you moved from. Just like any town, there were people who seemed determined to make life worse for everyone around them, but despite that you’d still managed to land yourself in the midst of an eclectic group of friends. They always seemed to have a surplus of chaos and stories to tell. Whether or not you believed it all, it sure was entertaining.

Which was why you hadn’t fought them on the walkie-talkie thing. It wasn’t worth the argument, plus you thought it was a little amusing if nothing else. The snide comments between the boys that would come over the radio never failed to make you laugh.

“You have one of these too?” you asked Eddie as the two of you sat in the living room, walkie in the middle of the coffee table surrounded by both your homework.

He shook his head, “No.”

“Why not? I thought, you know, like, everyone in the crew has them?”

Eddie chuckled, rolling his eyes, “Henderson thinks I’ll break it if I bring it home.”

You laughed, “Oh. I guess that’s fair.”

“Besides,” he tapped his pencil against his notebook, “if I’m getting into trouble, I’m usually with one of them anyway. If anything, we'll be calling you. Or Steve.”

“Co-Captains of the Babysitters Club,” you laughed.

Eddie smiled over at you even though your focus had returned to the work pages in front of you, “Yea, exactly.”

That conversation had happened about three weeks ago. Things had been a little different since then. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, though. For the first time since being absorbed into their friend group, you felt like you were on the outside of things. The walkie-talkie channel was dead these days. You wondered if you had accidentally changed it, but you knew that you hadn’t touched it. You wondered if they switched it on you without telling you—you wondered why they would.

Hellfire still happened every week like clockwork. You were fairly certain that the world could be burning down around him and Eddie would still make sure the table was set up to play every week. But even so, the energy felt different. Eddie, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all seemed like they were more or less going through the motions. They still loved it, of course, but their minds were somewhere else. It was easy for you to see it, since you pretty much just spectated and provided commentary when you felt the need, but you had to wonder if the other guys saw it too. You wanted to ask Eddie what was going on, but you figured that if he didn’t tell you, that meant he didn’t want you to know.

The final bell of the day rang and everyone started to head for their buses, or cars, or bicycles. You on the other hand, stopped by your locker to grab the few books you’d need for homework that night and started your walk home. It wasn’t a short walk, per se, but it was doable. A lot of times Eddie would meet up with you and he’d drop you off on his way home. But with the way things had been lately, he always seemed to be somewhere else. You tried not to take it personally.

You were walking along the side of the road when you heard a car coming up behind you. Not bothering to look and see who it was, you tried to walk as close to the edge of the road as you possibly could to give the vehicle space and hopefully save yourself from getting hit.

It wasn’t until the car started to slow down that you turned to see who it was. Cars slowing down by you always gave you an uneasy feeling. When you saw that it was Eddie's van, you felt safe at least, but still unsure given how things had been.

“Hey,” he leaned out his open window as he rolled to a stop next to you, “I went to look for you but you took right off. Need a lift home?”

Truthfully you wanted nothing more than to hop right into the passenger seat of Eddie's van. You wanted to argue over what music to listen to and tell him that you were going to fly out of the window if he took his turns any sharper. You missed it. But you still hesitated.

“That’s okay,” you shrugged, fiddling with the straps of your backpack, “I know you’ve been busy. I can walk.”

His mouth curled down into a small frown, “C'mon. Hop in. I miss you.”

For the sake of your own sanity, you were going to ignore the butterflies those words put into your stomach. You nodded as you started walking around to the other side of the van. Climbing in, you collapsed back into the seat with a quiet sigh. The beat-up upholstery felt like it was made for you and your comfort only, but you knew that it was just years of wear and tear.

Neither of you said anything for a minute as he drove, the only noise was from the music blaring out of the radio. You took solace in that, not needing to try and come up with a conversation. There were things you wanted to say, wanted to ask, but you didn’t know how.

Reaching forward, Eddie turned the music down to make it easier to talk to you. It was evident by the drumming of his fingers on the steering wheel that he also felt the difference in the vibe between you, the lack of ease that once was there. Clearing his throat, he said, “Aced that English report you helped me with by the way.”

You smiled at that, “Yea? Aced it?”

“Well,” he let out an awkward chuckle, “C+.”

Leaning back against the headrest you said, “C's get degrees, Munson.”

He smiled, nodding, “Damn right they do,” he paused, “I’m sorry, by the way.”

You couldn’t lie that it was nice to hear him say it, but you still didn’t want him feeling bad. He had a whole life with his friends before you showed up, and you knew that meant that there were some things you probably just weren’t going to be a part of. Knowing it and experiencing it were two completely different things, though.

Glancing over at him, you watched him as he watched the road, “Sorry for what?”

He nervously adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, “I know we’ve all been scattered lately. It’s just, uh,” he mumbled a few curse words under his breath, “it’s all kind of complicated. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Eddie, really. I know you guys all had your own thing before I got here. I’m not part—”

“That’s not it,” he cut you off, shaking his head, “Shit that’s not it at all. We all love you. We’re glad you’re here. There’s just…some long stories we haven’t gotten into yet. Personal shit. We just don’t…don’t wanna drag you into it.”

You wanted to believe him, but you weren’t sure. Still, you said, “I’m here for whatever you need, whatever anyone needs.”

He glanced over at you with a soft smile on his face as he turned onto your street, “I know,” less than a minute later he was pulling into your driveway, unable to miss the fact that it was empty, and that the house was dark, “Just you?”

You nodded as you scooped your backpack off the floor, “Yea. Mom and Dad left on a business trip a couple days ago. They’ll be gone for like a week.”

“You’re here alone?” the sympathy was palpable in his voice.

You shot him a reassuring smile as you opened the door of the van, “I’m fine, Eddie. Not my first tour of duty,” you saw him open his mouth to argue so you cut him off with a, “Thanks for the ride,” before swinging the door shut and walking up your driveway.

Eddie watched as you made your way up to the front door, and it wasn’t lost on him that you never looked back at him. Not even a smile or a wave. Letting out a groan, he rested his head against the steering wheel while he tried to figure out what the best thing to do was. He hated that you felt like you were being pushed out, but the things they were dealing with weren’t exactly easy things to fill someone in on. Hell, he wouldn’t have believed most of it if he hadn’t been thrown directly into the middle of it. But you were new, and safe, and had enough of your own shit to be dealing with without piling this onto it.

Peeking through the sliver between the curtains, you could see the van, and Eddie's exasperation. You felt a little bad, and you were almost about to go back out and invite him to stay for a little while when he started reversing the van out of your driveway. You frowned, shaking your head as you started to unpack and settle in for the night.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised at how good you felt despite the fact that you were up before your alarm. You sat up, slowly rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The sun was bright on the other side of your curtains, and you felt your stomach start to twist. Looking over at your bedside table, you checked the time on the clock and your eyes immediately popped wide open.

Flinging yourself out of bed, you started to scramble to get ready, “Fuck, fuck,” you yanked a t-shirt and a pair of jeans out of your dresser, “Shit,” you were trying to pull your clothes on while also running down the hall to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You were stuck looking at yourself in the mirror, and for a moment you thought about the fact that since you were already running so late, it might not be the worst thing to just skip for the day. Huffing out a sigh, you spit toothpaste into the sink and washed it down the drain. You knew that you weren’t going to skip, even though with your parents gone there would be no real consequences to it.

You almost took off out the door without tying your sneakers. You were half a step below running, but only because there was no way that you were going to be able to run all the way to school without keeling over on the side of the road along the way.

Your brain was running at a mile a minute, trying to figure out just how much of school you were going to miss, how much work you were going to have to scramble to try and make up. You were so lost in your thoughts that you almost didn’t realize a very familiar vehicle barreling from the other direction.

Looking up just in time, you saw Eddie skid to a stop right across from you. Both of you were frozen in place, but you eventually willed your legs to move and you went over, climbing in the van. You knew that you didn’t need to wait for an invitation.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment, both of you looking frantic for very different reasons. Eddie had a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and even though you were sitting safely in the passenger seat next to him, you could still see the panic in his eyes.

“Uh,” he tried to force himself to loosen his grip on the wheel, “hey.”

“Hey…”

“You weren’t in English this morning. I got worried.”

“Worried?”

“Yea,” his face seemed paler than normal, “thought something might’ve happened to you.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, “Like what?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, realizing that he was dragging himself into territory he wasn’t sure that he was ready to get into with you, “N-nothing. Just, I don’t know, you never miss school.”

“Right.”

The rest of the ride back to the school passed in awkward silence. You hated it—silences with Eddie had never been awkward before. You picked at the rips in your jeans as he drove, and pretended not to notice when he would look over at you. He wanted to skip the whole day, go sit somewhere with you and tell you everything that had been going on, but he couldn’t do that to you. So, keeping you uncomfortably at arm’s length would have to do for now.

He parked at school, but even after he cut the ignition, he didn’t make any move to get out of the van. And, despite how anxious you had been to get to school since you woke up and realized what time it was, you didn’t move either. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before looking over at you. You could tell by his expression that he was trying to figure out what he wanted to say.

“I can drive you home after school,” he offered, still seemingly nervous about whatever he thought had happened to you in the first place.

“You sure?”

He nodded, “Yea, just come by my locker and we can leave after ninth.”

“Okay,” you managed a small smile, “sounds good.”

Despite the fact that you missed a good chunk of the morning, the school day still felt like it dragged on forever. You were going through the motions at best, but you still felt like you weren’t completely present, your mind still scattered from the hectic start to your day.

Sitting down at the lunch table, you looked over at Eddie and then scanned the rest of the table. Everyone was having their own conversations, but you immediately noticed that Dustin and Mike looked exhausted. And, now that things were a little less chaotic, you took a long look at Eddie and saw that he looked more tired than usual as well. He wasn’t exactly known for getting a good night’s sleep, but the tiredness in his face looked different today. You wondered if it had something to do with the fact that he had shown up so worried about you.

Reaching over, you rested your hand on his forearm. He flinched slightly at the contact but neither of you pulled away, “Hey, you good?”

He cleared his throat, plastering on a smile, “Yea, why wouldn’t I be? It’s another beautiful day here at Hawkins High,” his laugh was almost convincing.

“Eddie…”

He took his other hand and placed it over yours for a moment, “I’m good. Really. Promise.”

“Okay,” you weren’t going to argue about it, especially not at the lunch table. But you didn’t miss the quick concerned looks from the two young boys sitting at the table with you.

Eddie didn’t come to the afternoon class that the two of you shared. Him skipping classes wasn’t out of the ordinary per se, but usually when you had them together, he’d show up. It was hard to focus on whatever your teacher was trying to explain when you kept looking at the empty desk beside you.

After ninth period ended, you practically ran to your locker to get your things. You were halfway to Eddie’s locker when you came face to face with him in the hallway. He looked frazzled, and winded. Before he even opened his mouth you already knew that you were going to be walking home on your own.

“I’m sorry,” it was evident in his eyes that he meant it, “I gotta go, though.”

You felt the lump building in the back of your throat but you fought through it, “O-okay. You guys okay?” you could see the younger boys a few strides behind him, waiting for him to wrap up the conversation with you.

“Yea,” he lied, “All good. I, I’m sorry.”

“Eddie,” Mike sounded as impatient as ever, “let’s go!”

You had a sick feeling in your stomach about whatever it was that they were all getting into. Reaching forward, you gave his hand a light, fast squeeze, “Be careful, okay?”

“Yea,” he nodded, already backpedaling towards the other boys, “I’ll, I’ll call you later.”

You nodded, but you weren’t going to count on it.

You had never felt so glued to the walkie-talkie as you were that night. You kept it with you, always trying to keep it within arm’s-reach. You set it on the counter while you cooked dinner, on the table while you ate, on your nightstand while you laid in bed and tried to catch up on reading for your classes. You kept looking over at it, willing it to give you some kind of message from the guys to let you know that everything was alright. You’d settle for being an unwitting third-party to their silly banter and inside jokes that you were certain you’d never understand. That would at least put your mind at ease.

It was getting late, and you had yet to hear anything on the handheld radio on your nightstand. And, despite his promise to call, the phone had hung silently on the wall all night. You tried to keep yourself busy with homework, with reading, but it didn’t do you much good. It didn’t even make you tired, and you would’ve been willing to just sleep the stress away.

You were staring at your ceiling in the dark, far from falling asleep. Dragging your hands down your face, you forced your eyes shut. If you weren’t going to get answers tonight, you just wanted it to be tomorrow already.

“Fuck this,” you huffed, sitting up and climbing out of bed.

Going downstairs, you got yourself a glass of water. You were sipping on it on your way back up, and that’s when you heard the familiar crackling sound of static coming from your room. You nearly let your glass drop to the ground as you ran towards your bedroom.

Dustin’s voice was frantic as he yelled your name into the walkie on his end, “Code red! Are you there? This is a code fucking red!”

You fumbled with the device for a moment but finally held down the button, “I’m here! What, what the hell is going on?”

“You’re home, right?” he ignored your question completely.

“Yea, of course. It’s the middle of the night, Dustin, where else would I be?”

“Not helpful” the panic was plain in his voice, “We need to come by. We need your help.”

“We?”

“Can we come by or not?!”

“Yes!” your heart was racing in your chest, “Yea, just, get here in one piece.”

The line went dead after that. You knew that they weren’t going to keep talking to you, especially since they were all dealing with whatever chaos was happening wherever they were, but you still wished that you had more to go off of.

Clutching the walkie tight in your hand, you raced back downstairs. You threw all the lights on in the house and unlocked the front door. You wished you knew what was going on, if you needed to get anything ready. It sounded chaotic on their end, but you had no idea who was there or what was going on.

You were pacing in the living room when you saw headlights shine through the front window. Running over to the front door, you flung it open and raced outside to meet them in your driveway. Steve hopped out of the driver’s side of Eddie’s van and already you had a terrible feeling about whatever had happened earlier in the night.

Mike hopped out of the passenger seat while Steve opened the back door of the van. He climbed in, resurfacing moments later with Dustin and Eddie—Steve and Dustin were on either side of him keeping him propped up. All of them were covered in sweat and grime and who knows what else. What you couldn’t miss, though, was the red seeping through the stark white of Eddie’s Hellfire Club shirt, or rather, what was left of it. You felt like you were going to be sick but you couldn’t afford that right now.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you wanted to try and help but you didn’t know how. Instead, you just went and held the front door open so that they could get Eddie inside.

You ran to the closet and grabbed an old sheet to lay down on the couch. Steve and Dustin did their best to carefully lay Eddie down on it, but it still wasn’t very graceful. Eddie winced as his back hit the cushion. His arms were covered in scratches, and so were Steve’s arms and neck. The younger boys looked a little worse for wear but not quite as beat up as Steve, and none of them seemed as in of rough of shape as Eddie.

“What the fuck happened?!” your hands were shaking.

“It’s a long story,” Steve ran his hands back through his hair.

“Then get talking, Harrington,” it was the angriest any of them had ever heard you sound.

“I’ll explain later, but we gotta,” he gestured to Eddie, “Can you help with this?”

You scoffed, interlocking your fingers behind your head, “I’m not a fucking doctor, Steve!”

“You said you took first aid!” Mike interjected.

“Eddie needs a fucking hospital!” you argued.

Eddie tried to sit up but wasn’t successful, “No hospital!” he winced, “No hospital. Please. You just, you gotta get the bleeding to stop.”

“Fuck me,” you shook your head, “Alright, alright,” you turned to the boys, “Dustin, I need you to go and fill a bowl with warm water, and grab all the washcloths out of the bathroom. Mike, you go with him and grab the first aid kid from under the sink in there. I’ll grab some spare clothes for Eddie,” you paused, quickly running to the kitchen and grabbing a towel to hand to Steve, “Keep pressure on his cuts with this. Don’t let him move at all if you can help it, alright?”

Everyone went off on their missions. It felt so weird to be going through your dad’s dresser for an old t-shirt for Eddie to wear, but it wasn’t like the man would be able to wear one of yours. You grabbed the plainest one you could find, one that your dad probably wouldn’t notice was missing. You grabbed a pair of sweatpants too, for good measure, even though they’d probably fall right off Eddie’s hips. Your hands were trembling as you kept a tight grip on the fabric. Popping into the bathroom after the boys had already gone back downstairs, you dug around the cabinet to find some extra gauze and bandages, not knowing what you were going to be dealing with.

Dustin and Mike had all of the things they’d grabbed set up on the coffee table. Taking a deep breath, you set the clothes down and tried to figure out the best way to start addressing all the problems at hand.

“Alright, um, first thing, you’re gonna have to lose the shirt, Eddie. Can, can you move if we help you?” you knew that he wasn’t going to want you to cut his Hellfire shirt of all things even if it had already been slashed.

“Yea, yea,” he paused, looking over at Steve, “C’mon, Harrington, don’t make me beg at a time like this.”

Steve rolled his eyes but helped Eddie get upright so you could peel the shirt off over the top of his head. They watched you toss it to the floor and Steve couldn’t help but to say, “I don’t think those stains are gonna come out.”

Eddie laughed and immediately cringed, “Real funny. Thanks for that.”

“I mean,” Dustin shrugged, clearly still freaking out a bit but not able to pass up the opportunity to jump into the conversation, “It’ll be a good look for Hellfire.”

Eddie pointed at him, a weak smile on his face, “He’s got the right idea.”

Everyone fell quiet after that as you started to figure out what you needed to do to keep Eddie in one piece. There was something in the pit of your stomach telling you that he was probably going to need stitches for the gashes across his chest. There was no way that you were qualified to do that, though. You could get them covered and try to stop the bleeding, but without real medical care of some kind they were gonna scar.

It was like Eddie could read your mind because he said, “Doesn’t have to be pretty, you know. I got my face for that.”

“Glad you feel that way, ‘cause this is not gonna be pretty,” you dipped a washcloth into the warm water, “And it is gonna sting.”

“Got any good news for me?” Eddie was trying to play it as cool as possible but you knew he was freaking out. Who wouldn’t be?

“I won’t let you bleed out?” you offered.

Steve cocked an eyebrow, “Can you not phrase it like a question?”

You said it with a little more conviction, gaze not wavering from Eddie as you spoke, “I won’t let you bleed out.”

His weak smile turned into a cringe as you started to wipe at his skin. You were gentle, but it was still pulling and he already felt like he was coming out of his own skin. He tried to hold as still as possible with the hopes of not making it worse. You tried your hardest not to look at his face, not wanting to see him in pain, although looking at the blood and cuts on his chest wasn’t providing you with any sense of reassurance either.

“You know,” you tried to hide your panic behind a joking comment as you wiped the blood off of his chest, “I don’t think this is where your blood is supposed to be.”

He huffed out something between a sigh and a laugh as he tried to ignore the pain he was in, “What’d I say about the goddamn commentary?”

A tiny smile curled the edges of your lips as you thought back to Hellfire nights, “That it needs to either be helpful or funny,” you wiped away some more of the blood so that you would be able to put a bandage down, “Lucky for you, everything I say is hilarious.”

You handed the bowl of now-bloody water off to Dustin, asking him to dump it and fill it with fresh water. He scampered off to do just that as you grabbed the medical alcohol and some cotton balls. Eddie saw the apologetic look on your face before you even started talking and he already knew that it was going to be bad.

“This is the part that’s really gonna sting. Sorry,” you knew it was going to suck, and you tried not to look at Eddie as you dabbed the cotton ball over the gash on his chest.

He sucked in a breath, hand reaching and gripping onto your arm, “Fuck,” he dropped his head back against the arm of the couch, still holding onto you, “You weren’t lying.”

You continued to work while he held onto your arm. It didn’t hurt, not nearly as much as you were hurting him at the moment, anyway. If that was what was going to give him some kind of comfort, you weren’t going to tell him no. Steve was anxiously pacing in the living room while you cleaned Eddie up, both Dustin and Mike standing still as statues hoping for the best.

Eddie was still bleeding, but it had slowed considerably. You got a few bandages out along with some gauze and looked over at Steve, “I’m gonna need you to keep pressure once I put these on, just to make sure that the bleeding stops all the way. It’s not going to be comfortable but…none of this really is…so…”

“Okay, uh, yea,” Steve nodded, “Whatever you need.”

The bandages went on fine, and Steve was a big help. Eddie was wincing and trying not to fidget the whole time, and every time you heard him suck in a breath you couldn’t help but send him an apologetic look. He’d offer a weak smile in return and all you wanted to do was hold him, but there was work to be done.

You were applying the last bandage to his chest when Dustin said, “Is now the right time to tell you his leg got messed up too?”

Your eyes widened, hands stilling for a moment, “What?”

“Uh, yea,” it was evident on the boy’s face that he instantly regretted being the one to speak up, “They took a chunk out of his thigh.”

“They??”

Dustin knew immediately that he had put his foot in his mouth. Steve shook his head as he kept pressure on Eddie’s chest, “We’ll explain later. You think you got enough stuff to take care of his leg?”

“Well looks like I’m gonna have to,” you shook your head, looking up at Eddie, “I can turn these jeans into jorts or you can take them off. Your choice.”

He let out a tired chuckle, “Always knew you were just trying to get me—”

“Which is it, Munson?” you were trying not to give him the win of smiling in the current situation.

He smiled at you, “Jorts have never been my thing,” turning his gaze to Steve, the amusement was still audible in his voice despite the circumstances, “What do you say, Harrington? Wanna get into my pants?”

Steve shook his head as he started to help Eddie shift on the couch, muttering, “I hate you,” quietly while Eddie tried not to laugh too hard and hurt himself. While Eddie was upright, Steve helped him put on your dad’s t-shirt, and you had to admit it was funny to see Eddie in something that you’d also seen your father wear.

“Want me to take my underwear off too?” Eddie asked, mostly joking.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh at Mike and Dustin’s reactions to the statement. Shaking your head, you said, “Pretty sure I can take care of your leg even if you keep your underwear on.”

Eddie chuckled as he collapsed back against the couch again and you let out a sigh of relief at the fact that the cut on his leg was much shallower than the ones on his chest, and there was only one. You tried not to think about the fact that Eddie Munson was lying on your couch in his underwear. If it hadn’t been for the profuse amount of blood there at first, seeing him without a shirt on would’ve been much more of a distraction.

It was a quick process to clean and bandage his leg. The scratch was long but it wasn’t deep so you didn’t need quite as much to make sure it was alright, although Eddie still tensed up when the alcohol hit the wound. There was nothing you could do about that though.

Between you and Steve, you managed to get Eddie into the sweatpants that you’d grabbed for him. And, just like you thought, if he wasn’t holding onto them, they would almost immediately slip right down off of his hips. He had to stay sitting, though, which helped in that regard.

While you cleaned up your kit and threw some of the stuff away, Steve scampered off to the bathroom to wash out some of his cuts and clean off his face. Once he was done Mike and Dustin took turns doing the same, none of them needing the extent of care you’d given Eddie. When you were done, you came back to the living room. All of them were sitting on the couch and chairs, no one saying anything. There was an air of relief in the room now that they knew Eddie was going to be alright. But you didn’t feel much better at all—you still had no idea what was going on.

“Now that no one is bleeding,” you sat down on the edge of the coffee table, facing Eddie and Steve more than the younger two, “Want to tell me what the fuck happened tonight?” you saw the look on Steve’s face as he opened his mouth to talk and you pointed at him, “And if you tell me it’s a long story, I’m gonna beat your ass.”

“It’s just…it’s complicated,” Steve shook his head.

“Try me.”

Eddie was exhausted, half passed out on the couch after everything he’d been through, but he still lifted his head to look over at you. He said your name so softly that you almost missed it. When you looked over at him, he continued, “Know all that weird shit you said you read about Hawkins before you got here?” when you nodded, he continued, “It’s all true.”

You laughed, “What? A fucking government-run lab with demons from another dimension?” you saw the way he nodded and you looked at the other boys, who were all doing the same thing, “You guys are fucking with me.”

“We’re not,” Dustin insisted, “I swear. I know it sounds insane but we were in the Upside Down tonight and Eddie was—”

“The Upside Down?” you asked.

“Alternate Universe Hawkins,” Mike piped in.

Your eyes were wide, trying to figure out if they were really telling you the truth or if they were just making up a ridiculous story because they didn’t want to tell you what actually happened, “Alternate…universe…”

“Yea and it fucking sucks down there,” Eddie huffed, “You think it’s bad in regular Hawkins…”

“Let’s,” you dragged your hands down your face, “Let’s say this is true. What the fuck did that to you in this Upside Down Hawkins?”

“We call them demodogs,” Dustin said. When he saw the look of confusion on your face, he elaborated, “Imagine a vicious alien plant had a baby with a demon dog.”

“Oh,” you shook your head, “That clears it all up. Right. Perfect.”

“I told you, it’s,” Steve shook his head, “It’s a long story.”

The adrenaline of the situation was starting to fade, and you could feel exhaustion settling in. You had a million questions but you weren’t going to be able to stay awake to ask all of them tonight, “Where are you guys gonna sleep tonight? You wanna crash here?”

Steve shook his head, “It’s fine, we can—”

“My parents are still gone. Why don’t you guys crash here. I’ll scrounge up some more clothes for you and I’ll wash what you have now so you don’t have to go home tomorrow looking like you went to war. We got a guest room and my parents’ room. Each bed can sleep two.”

Steve nodded, unable to hide the relief at someone else having a plan besides him, “Thank you.”

You let Eddie rest on the couch while the others got ready for bed. He was already changed anyhow. Mike and Dustin got the guest room and Steve stumbled into your parents’ room immediately after his shower. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was already asleep. You’d thrown all of their clothes in the wash and finally made your way back to the living room to help Eddie upstairs to bed.

“You saved my ass today, you know,” Eddie said as he slowly got himself to sit upright.

You offered a weak, tired smile, “Told you I wouldn’t let you bleed out,” you paused, “You guys are serious? All that stuff you said?”

He nodded slowly, “Uh, yea. Unfortunately. It’s…even more crazy and terrible than it sounds.”

“That’s what you’ve been dealing with lately?” you couldn’t stop the emotion that snuck into your voice.

He heard it, too, and his heart sunk, “Yea. I didn’t want…I didn’t know what to tell you. None of us did.”

“Something would’ve been better than nothing.”

“I know,” he rested his hand on your knee, “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been sick to my stomach since the end of school today. The look on your face? I just, I had the worst feeling. And then to hear Dustin freaking out and you show up like this,” you gestured to his injuries even though they were covered by clothing, “What the fuck Eddie?”

“I…I got nothing,” he shook his head, “The more I explain it, the more insane it’s going to sound.”

“I’m not gonna grill you now, because I’m exhausted. But we are gonna finish this conversation, alright?”

“Alright.”

“No more lying. No more secrets.”

He drew an X over his chest, a goofy but tired smile on his face, “Cross my heart.”

You carefully helped him up off the couch. His arm was draped around your shoulders, and he leaned against you as the two of you made your way towards the stairs. He was a little steadier now than when he’d shown up, but still wobbly. You figured he might be limping for a little while still. You didn’t even want to think about what the healing process for the gashes on his chest was going to be like.

Stopping outside your parents’ room, you both looked in to see Steve passed out. He was starfished across the entire mattress, and you couldn’t help but to laugh. Shaking your head, you gave Eddie a gentle nudge towards your room, “C’mon. I won’t make you get kicked all night by Steve.”

You did your best to ignore the pounding in your chest as you helped Eddie carefully sit down on the edge of your mattress. He managed to get under the covers just fine, and even though you were silently freaking out in your head over everything that was happening, you managed to keep your outside demeanor fairly calm. Climbing into bed next to him, you made sure that he was alright before reaching over and shutting off the lamp beside your bed.

Both of you were silent for a few minutes before you carefully reached out and slipped your hand into Eddie’s, his fingers instantly interlocking with yours so he could give you a gentle squeeze. Your voice was barely a whisper but it sounded loud against the silence of the room, “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

Even in the darkness, you could make out the way that Eddie turned to look at you, able to see the frown on his face, “What?”

“At first I thought maybe you were just sick of me, you know?” you felt your bottom lip quivering, “Which already sucked. But then tonight I, I thought I was going to lose you. Like, for real. Permanently.”

He squeezed your hand again, “I won’t ever get sick of you,” a hint of amusement tinged his voice, “No one does smartass commentary quite like you.”

You laughed despite the tears stinging at your eyes, “I’m serious, Eddie. You’re like, my favorite person. These past few weeks of limbo really made me come to terms with that. I just, I can’t lose you. I know that sounds dramatic, and cheesy, but I just—”

“Hey,” he shifted a little closer to that your shoulders were touching, “I’m not goin’ anywhere. I’m here, thanks to you, by the way,” he let out a quiet chuckle, “But I’m staying. And, for what it’s worth,” he paused, “you’re my favorite person too.”

You smiled, face feeling hot, “Don’t tell Dustin.”

“He’s gotta find out sometime.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you rolled on your side to face him, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” he paused, opening and closing his mouth a couple times as he tried to figure out if he wanted to say what he was thinking, “Is…is now a really good or a really bad time to say that I wanna kiss you?”

You laughed, squeezing his hand, “Will it make you feel better?”

He let out a soft laugh as he nodded, “So much better.”

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you leaned over and softly pressed your lips against his. You expected yourself to be nervous, but after everything the two of you had been through over the last couple of hours, this seemed like a much less daunting task. You’d been wanting to hear Eddie say that to you for weeks now—you weren’t going to chicken out now that the opportunity presented itself.

It was soft, slow, almost lazy but still sweet. His hand that wasn’t entwined with yours came up to rest on your shoulder, and you could tell that he wanted to pull you closer but he couldn’t because of the state he was in. You were in no rush to end the kiss, continuing to move your lips softly against his. A hum of approval reverberated deep in his throat and you couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh. Pressing your lips back to his one more time before finally pulling away.

“Are you healed now?” your voice was still a whisper.

“Oh, yea,” he nodded, “All better.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you laid back down beside him, curling up as close a you could get to him without hurting him. Both of you were listening to the other’s breathing, finally starting to calm down for the first time in so long. You knew that the next few weeks were going to be filled with more questions and insanity, but it felt a little more surmountable now, especially with the way that Eddie’s thumb was tracing back and forth over your knuckles.

Epilogue:

It was weeks later and you and Eddie found yourselves back in your room again. Your parents were off on another trip and you were going to take advantage of it while you could. Things were quiet in Hawkins, for now, but you and Eddie both knew that it wasn’t going to last forever. One round of messiness was over but there were more to come, you were sure of it. But you were both soaking up the chance to rest while you could.

Eddie was sitting on your bed, back against your headboard as he watched you flit around the room putting some of your laundry away. He offered to help but you insisted that you were almost done, so he made himself busy getting comfortable and going through the box of cassettes that were next to your bed.

You heard the sound of plastic cases clicking against each other and looked over once you finished putting your last sweatshirt away. Eddie shook his head at some of the music you had and you couldn’t help but to laugh. It was wild to you, how far the two of you had come in such a short time. Almost bleeding out on your couch proved to be a good catalyst for your relationship, but even so, things were much more comfortable much more quickly than you thought they would be. There was no awkward stage. And now, Eddie was sitting on your bed, going through your things, with just his pajama pants on and no shirt like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it was.

You walked over, flopping onto the bed beside him. He instinctively draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in as close as he could. You smiled, nestling into the closeness. You watched him rifle through your tapes for a moment before your attention drifted to the large scars that went across his chest. No one besides you ever really saw them. Your lips dipped into a small frown as you reached and lightly traced your fingers over the raised, slightly discolored skin there. He flinched at first, not expecting it. When he looked down and saw the expression on your face, he gave you a light squeeze.

“What, you don’t think they make me look hot?” he joked.

You rolled your eyes, “I always think you look hot.”

“Then don’t look so sad about it,” he set your box of tapes down and placed his other hand over yours, “You saved my life, you know.”

“It was fucking scary.”

He nodded, “Yea, but now I got these sick-ass scars,” he hugged you tight, “and a cool-ass girl. So, you know, I think it all turned out alright.”

It got you to smile, which was a definite strength of his. Looking up at him, you asked, “You think it was the kiss that did it?”

“For sure,” he responded with no hesitation, laughing as he did. His smile softened, “But give me one more just for good measure.”

Smiling, you pressed your palm flat against his chest so you could lift yourself up, meeting him halfway to press your lips to his. Laughter vibrated in your chest as he pulled you close, right on top of him in a way that he hadn’t been able to the first time he kissed you. His arms draped lazily around your waist as you situated yourself on his lap. His lips were always so soft and gentle against yours.

“Yea,” his voice was quiet when the two of you broke apart, “I think we’re gonna be alright.”

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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lmeskitz · 3 years

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Alright! I know! A new fic and it’s not even a week! Let’s gooooo!!! Anyways, I was bored and this idea popped into my mind while night showering lmao. Yea..that was random….anyways, I hope you guys like it!! :D

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Requested? Nope!

Title- Dadzawa x male!reader

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Pronouns used- he/him

Warnings- brief mentions of nightmares, nothing bad tho, tooth rotting floof.

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Dadzawa x Male! Student! Reader (PLATONIC)

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Y/n rolled out of bed, yet another night plagued with nightmares. He glanced at his clock that read 1:42 am.

‘Well, I guess I’m not sleeping tonight, might as well start that English essay.’

He grabbed his laptop, phone, notes, and his bunny slippers.

“Okay, I think that’s all I need.” He said to himself.

He checked once more and once he was satisfied he left his room to go to the common room.

He got to the common room and placed his things on the couch, then he walked over to the fridge.

He looked in the refrigerator and saw some apple juice. He poured himself a glass of apple juice and went back to the couch.

He placed his glass of apple juice on the end table next to the couch and relaxed on the arm.

He then opens his laptop to a new word document and started writing his essay on the American Revolution.

Why he needed to write this, he had absolutely no idea, but he needed to get a good grade so he doesn’t really have a choice.

He was looking up some more info on how Marque De Lafayette pleaded with France to aid the Americans in the war, when he heard a gruff voice from behind him say, “Why are you using Wikipedia? You know that’s an unreliable source.”

Y/n shrieked in alarm and jumped off the couch, his laptop dropping to the floor in an instant. He whipped his head around to see who on earth is awake this early in the morning.

MR. AIZAWA?!

“Mr. Aizawa?! What are you- why are you doing up so late….early…?” Says y/n, stumbling over his words.

“I could ask you the same thing, you have school in a couple hours.” He says, his voice it’s usual monotone.

“Uhhhh….I um couldn’t sleep.” Replies y/n, looking down at the ground.

Aizawa hummed in understanding. “Nightmares?” He asked.

The younger nodded in confirmation.

“Well, it’s really not good to stay up this late, especially since we have heroics training tomorrow, you need to be in pristine condition so you can do your best…” he says trailing off at the end.

“Here, come with me. I think I have something that will help you sleep.” He says extending his hand.

Y/n took his hand and followed him you his room.

When y/n got in there, he was surprised when he felt fur on his ankles. He looks down to see a white cat with a gray spot on its eye and nose, looking back at him, happy rumbling coming from its throat.

Y/n looked to Aizawa quizzically.

Aizawa seemed to get the hint and responded, “You can pet him if you want, or even pick him up. He’s very cuddly. This is actually why I brought you. He helps me fall asleep, I thought he could help you.”

Y/n looked back at the cat and bent down, extending his hand for the cat to sniff.

The cat rubbed his head against y/n’s outstretched hand, the rumbles getting louder by the minute.

He looked back up at Aizawa, “What’s his name?”

“Jelly.”

“…..Jelly?”

“Yeah, Jelly.”

“…..Why Jelly?”

“You know those jelly packs I eat?”

Y/n nodded.

“That’s what he’s named after.”

“Oh, ……cute name.”

“Rather fitting don’t you think?”

“Yeah, definitely a Jelly to me.” Says y/n.

Aizawa walked over to the loveseat he had in his room and patted the seat next to him, signaling y/n to sit there.

Y/n picked up Jelly and walked over to where Aizawa was. He glanced to the tv in front of them and notice Aizawa was putting on a (your fav movie/tv show)! How did he know?!

“Before you ask, I saw you watching this in the common room the other day, I assume you like it correct?” He says glancing at y/n.

‘Damn, he’s a mind reader too? My teacher just gets cooler and cooler.’

“Uh..yeah, it’s actually my favorite (movie/tv show)!” He says, petting Jelly, who had made himself comfy on y/n’s lap.

Aizawa hummed. He turned his gaze towards the tv, and said, “If you want, you are welcome to go back to your room and sleep, or you can stay in here and we can continue watching this and hopefully Jelly will help you fall asleep.”

“Oh, um… can-can I stay in here? I don’t really want to be alone right now without a distraction.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.” He said, leaning back into the couch.

“Okay,” y/n said as he turned his gaze towards the tv as well.

About 30 minutes in, y/n was struggling to keep his eyes open. Pretty much asleep.

Aizawa took notice of this, and moved his arm so it was around y/n’s shoulders. He guided y/n down so he was laying on Aizawa’s stomach. .

He grabbed the blanket off the back of the loveseat and draped it on top of the teenager, then laid back against the arm.

Jelly was peacefully sleeping on y/n’s lap, still purring loudly.

The sound was relaxing, and soon Aizawa found himself slipping away into the depths of unconscious.

They both have to admit, that was the best sleep they’ve had in a while.

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A/n- Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and my requests are always open!! :D

#dadzawa #aizawa #aizawa shouta #male reader #x male reader #student reader #male student reader #PLATONIC #Aizawa is a dad #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mr aizawa #fan fiction #fanfic #cuddles #dadzawa cuddles

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totally-original-artist · 2 years

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Invitation to talk more 👀 expect to see me whenever my brain produces coherent thought 💃🏾

For me I love puppy Mammon. Idk but the energy Mammon gives just reminds me of a doggo with flappy ears that loves to run around from place to place (and you know Samoyed dogs? They live to be carried and I imagine that's how Mammon would like to be carried as well when out with MC

Relating to idea I sent earlier, Mammon would pretend to be a dog (boxers come to mind but they don't have big floppy ears 😔) because many people have commented on his behaviour akin to excited canines

When Mammon gets adopted by MC he does it to fuck with them but they also love dogs so instead he just gets lots of head rubs and toys and this makes him feign the puppy look just for extra attention and pets

And a little fic idea I've bad myself but have no motivation to write anymore to completely put out: Wealthy MC goes for a small get together between friends and brings Mammon along so he can play with the other demons. In the gathering is an ex friend MC is on thin ice with after bad terms and they brought their own demon Asmodeus. Asmo gets jealous of Mammon with how loved he is by MC and tries to get attention from them by being cute and talking to them alot. When they leave Mammon is sad and and unresponsive to MC cus he's emotionally hurt and feels he's not a fun pet for MC anymore

Somewhere after that the ex friend offers to sell Asmodeus to MC cus he's been acting up "more than usual" and seems to react positively whenever MC is nearby

Uhhhhhhh do with this as you wish

PUppy Mammon best boy. I'm pretty sure most people in the fandom see him as a dog and they are all so right. And yea!! Samoyeds are adorable, oh to carry a little mammon in my hands I would spoil him so bad ahsdjasjk. ohhh and, I definitely can see him as a golden lab! Love the idea of him turning into a pup just to get under our skin but now he's so into it because he's getting spoiled, I live for this.

OK BUT THE ASMO PART??? YOU READ MY MIND- I had a really similar idea too!! and ahdsiaskdj rich mc tho, need that.

My idea was more towards the brothers all having a RAD themed collar so MC goes on to (essentially) 'collect' the rest of them. You come across Asmo and his owner while on a, ferry? vacation thing?? (you know what i mean) with Beel and instantly recognize the collar. Beel seems to be familiar with Asmo too so you're even more determined to get him. You end up getting close with the owner and find out they think Asmo is too much of a hassle and you offer to take him off their hands but seeing how much you wanted Asmo they thought they could milk some of your money. You end up having to pay an absurd amount for him, but it is so worth it! the look on Beel and Asmo's face when they realize they'll be going back to the same home is enough to make you forget about your empty wallet.

anway- thank you for this i will rotate these in my head for a while, wishing you a good motivation and maybe you could start writing the fic :)

if you do end up writing it tho i'd love to be pingged

#ask #i know im slow with answering stuff but it really is nice to see asks like these 😌#pet anon #obey me pet au #i think i should start drafting the pet au now tbh before i forget all my thoughts-

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vinnielol · 3 years

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this was supposed to be a long ass shit fic but my brains said "no and make a new one lmao"

And it was supposed to be smut but... Eh maybe next time

as times goes by in the department its already 5am Few more hours and ill be gone here. You wanted to go home so badly but Gary decided to make you work overtime

As you were working you heard gun noises..? You stood up to see where is it coming from was there someone else with me right now? You decided to walk towards the sound and you saw him "josiah.. " its him "why what.. Did gary-" "yea he did" he said cutting off your words,wow he's such an ass, you took a glance on his computer screen ah hes slacking off as usual. "well uh i have to get back to my desk.. ill catch up on ya later i guess" as you walked away from josiahs desk you could feel his eyes on you it gave your spine the chills.. Even tho he's kinda fucking weird you sort of developed some kinda of crush on the guy,yea hes a sarcastic son of a bitch but smth about him makes you feel the butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

As you sat down at your chair to start working again but you heard some noises again what is it this time. As you slightly stood up from your sit to investigate the noise you see josiah bring his stuff to the cubicle that is infront of you you gave him a confused look,he looked at you with the same dead expression "my computer broke down,you don't mind if i just use this one for the night? " you frantically nod your head "cool." he said as he sat down and played his game you sat down aswell and got back to your work

Hours of awkward silence between you both while you guys work you took a glance on your watch to see your shift ended. You started to pick up your things "my shifts over jos,i got to get going" you didn't get a response from him but you decided to let him be as you packed your things and ready to leave

"um.. Hey." you looked at him confused "hm?need anything?" you said while walking up to him somehow you can feel he's tense but from what? "you...you got any plans uh tomorrow.." he said as he looks down at the ground,you were too shock to even respond is he asking me out? "josiah... " he turned his head to face you "yea? "

"are you asking me out?" you said as you stare at him josiah turned his head to the other side to avoid your gaze "oh..no obviously." "oh" you said as you looked down at your feet "you dumbass of course i am..asking you out." you looked at him with a smile "so uh is that a y-" you cut his word with a kiss on a cheek and pulled away quickly and waved goodbye as you walked out of the department

He was too shock to process what just happened but his gut feeling says you just answered his question.

AH I needed to drink whilw writing this

AND IM ABSOLUTELY out of ideas how to end this one but here

God i hate my grammar,pls ignore the errors

#overtime josiah #josiah x reader

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opalesense · 3 years

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srry if this message is long af but omg i JUST found your blog and just finished obsessively reading through all of your works.. not only do you seem so sweet but i am also SO in love with your writing already 🥺💕 so i do actually have a small, kinda silly request if you dont mind... i have a massive crush on kaeya, and your take on a dom kaeya (in "you asked for it" and "dinners at diluc's") had me SHOOK - it's so perfect 😫. So my request is, like... how would kaeya react to a sub s/o who turns out to be very into bdsm but has absolutely 0 experience. Like never been kissed but would kill to be tied up kinda thing LOL. Oh and if you'd like you can include other boys too ofc! But yea no worries if this request doesnt vibe with you just wanted to say you are awesome and have a gr8 day 💕

a funny secret

kaeya & gn!reader (NSFW)

899 words • ~5 min. read

summary: after having a little too much to drink, kaeya coerces a secret out of you that he didn’t expect at all.

warnings: bondage mention

notes: AWW don’t worry about the long message because i loved every single word, seriously!! T^T thanks for the request and for dedicating so much time to my fics omg i bet it must’ve taken awhile to get through my entire blog... anyway i wrote this in headcanon-ish style because i don’t feel like writing in so much detail, i hope that’s okay!!

KAEYA KNOWS ALL TOO WELL of your inexperience with intimacy. when you were first starting to get more affectionate with him, he noticed the way you got so easily flustered by the smallest things and how you quivered in nervousness whenever he offered you a hug. he finds it very amusing that someone usually so composed can break under his slight touch.

the most you’ve ever done with him is give him hugs or hold his hand. if you didn’t express that you wanted more, he wouldn’t force you to do more. but sooner or later, that will change – though, not in the way he expected.

when the two of you decide to spend an evening at the tavern, you somehow end up with a few drinks too many. kaeya watches with a smirk as you start to slur your words, curiously wondering what information he could get out of you in this drunken state.

as he recounts a story of a criminal he interrogated the other day, he notices you giggling like a maniac, completely distracted from what he was talking about. even though he found your laughter adorable, it interrupted his flow of the story. “what’s so funny, sweetheart? this guy was a thief!”

“sorry, sorry! i was just thinking... do you... do you wanna know a funny secret?” you grinned at him. oh yes, he liked where this was going.

“enlighten me.”

“i would... maybe i shouldn’t say this,” you giggled and hid your face as you looked down, ashamed of the thought. he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear then held your chin between his fingers, lifting your head up to look at him.

“go on,” he patiently watched as a blush crept onto your face. he was going to get this secret out of you, one way or another. it was the perfect opportunity! you were dizzily drunk in his grasp and completely flustered.

“i would... i would kill to be tied up by you like how you tied up that thief...” you whispered only loud enough so kaeya could barely hear you over the rowdy atmosphere of the tavern.

now kaeya was a bit flustered. he didn’t expect you to say that at all but he wasn’t complaining. he let go of your chin to place a hand on your thigh, gently caressing it and watching your nervous reactions closely. “what would you want me to do to you while you’re tied up, hm?”

“w-we’re in public,” you shyly diverted your gaze to your drink, taking another sip. “i don’t think i should say...”

“then how about we head to my place so you can tell me?” he teased, his hand slowly creeping towards your inner thigh as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek. you internally screamed at how touchy he was being, but that’s exactly how he wanted to make you feel. “you don’t have to kill to make your wishes come true, darling.”

the two of you hurry back, butterflies violently fluttering in your stomach while he held your hand so innocently, as if he wasn’t fantasizing about all the things he could do to you tonight the second you set foot in his home.

his hands immediately find their place on your waist after he locks his front door behind him. he looks down at you with a hungry gaze, his fingers toying with the fabric of your clothes. “what exactly were you thinking about that you couldn’t tell me at the tavern, hm?”

“i’ve always thought about what it’s like to be tied up... by you...” your voice trailed as he slowly lifted your shirt enough to place his gloved hands on your bare skin.

“mmhm,” he began to rub circles onto your skin with his thumbs. the feeling of being touched so intimately by him when the peak of your romantic experience was holding his hand or hugging him made your mind draw blanks. you were malfunctioning under his hands. “what else, darling?”

“i... i...”

“use your words, darling. what would you want me to do after i tie you up?”

“then i want... i want you to do whatever you want to me...”

“ohh,” he teased to make it seem like the dots were finally connecting. “let me get this straight...”

one hand trailed up your back, still trapped under your shirt. he used this leverage to lean closer to you, pulling your body towards his as he slowly muttered in your ear. “so you want me to tie you up, fuck you ‘til you’re senseless, and make you cum over and over again until you scream for me to stop? you want me to leave bruises and marks that will let everyone know you’re not as innocent as you seem?”

you couldn’t do anything but helplessly nod and whimper as he started to kiss your jawline, trailing kisses down to your neck. “you want me to make you my sweet little toy, don’t you? what a funny secret that is, indeed...”

“k-kaeya...” his name was the only thing on your mind right now as he smiled between kisses, loving the way you curled up in his arms so sweetly.

“fortunately for you, i keep some bundles of rope here in case we run out at the headquarters so... how about we give you what you want tonight, hm?”

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #mine #bang #requested

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dat-dio-backpatch · 2 years

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You play Drums? PT. 1

Summary: Eddie finds out you play the drums during a Hellfire session, only to later ask you to sub in for Gareth during a Corroded Coffin gig.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hey so uhhh, this is my first fic for Stranger Things, and the first fic I've ever posted lol. Any feedback is rly appreciated as I really want to improve and write stuff others will enjoy. Also this is a part 1, I'm working on the 2nd part rn so feedback on this will help ensure that pt.2 is as good as possible

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The small Hellfire room was oddly quiet, only you, Eddie, and Mike were present despite the session starting in only 10 or so minutes. Usually everyone was here at least 20 minutes early, all pumped and debating on different battle strategies for whatever monster Eddie was gonna throw our way in the game. But today Lucas’s basketball practice was apparently running late, Dustin had hurriedly explained as much before darting out of the room to go find out what everyone else's tardy excuse was. So now there were three, it was awkward despite you having known both Mike and Eddie for so long but they were both focused on their own work that the room was left silent. Eddie had his head buried behind the DM’s screen working on last minute adjustments to the campaign and Mike was furiously scribbling away at what you assumed was homework. Remembering your own long forgotten English paper you decided to copy Mike's idea and use this downtime to actually get something done.

Pulling out a pile of crumpled up papers and a handful of dull pencils from your backpack you set to work, only to find yourself immedietly bored. Shakespeare was usually far from boring but your dull english teacher somehow found a way to ruin even his most fun plays, so you did what you always do to combat boredom and pulled out your walkman. Popping on your headphones you pressed play and the epic sounds of Mercyful Fate's album “Don’t Break the Oath” soon stomped out all your boredom. As the music continued you found yourself less and less focused on the actual paper and more focused on drumming along to the songs with two of your beat up pencils, having played the drums since middle school you were definitely nailing each beat despite having the music so loud you couldn’t hear anything else.

“Y/N!” A voice broke you out of your music induced daze, you felt a strong hand shake your shoulder lightly “Y/N?”

You sheepishly remove your headphones and look over to see Eddie standing next to you, looking down at you with a confused, yet still mischevious, expression.

“Sorry, was I too loud?” You apologize, face flushing red. You’d gotten carried away drumming like that before and it was almost always met with annoyance.

“No, no definitely not” Eddie brushed off your apology, smile widening. “Do you play the drums?”

“Oh yea I do” you said returning his smile “I’ve been playing since middle school actually”

“Shit how come you’ve never mentioned it before?” Eddie asked excitedly

“Never came up I guess” You shrugged, starting to shove your English work back into your backpack before pulling out your dice and character sheet instead.

“Now that could come in handy sometime” Eddie mused, though before he could continue that though Dustin came rushing in with the rest of Hellfire in tow. One look at the clock showed they made it with only seconds to spare and a handful of half assed apologies for their piss poor timing.

The session picked up almost immediately and went shockingly well despite the group's lack of preparedness, you’d all managed to make it out with your characters only slightly roughed up by Eddie's ruthless hordes of enemies. It all ended with the typical celebration, haphazard cleaning and quick goodbyes as you rushed out to your car before you could get further distracted from the still unfinished english paper crammed in your bag

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by the time the weekend rolled around You’d already forgotten about your breath conversation with Eddie about your drumming skills, it hadn’t really been that important after all. As much as you wanted to play with the guys they already had Gareth, Corroded Coffin was in no need of a new drummer. Or at least that's what you thought as you marched down your stairs, headed off to your drum set in the garage to start your routine Saturday practice. Sheet music and sticks in hand you weren’t at all expecting the sudden loud knock on your front door, you jumped nearly dropping everything you were holding as the knocking continued even more aggressively than before. You approached the door with caution unsure of whether or not you should open it until a familiar voice called from the other side.

“Y/N!” It was Eddie, pounding on your door and shouting at the top of his lungs. “Y/N I know you’re home!”

You whipped the door open, fear dissipating into annoyance as Eddie greeted you with his signature mischievous grin.

“God Ed’s you’re lucky my parents aren’t home or you’d have gotten me grounded!” You groaned as his smile widened “What’s so important that you show up out of nowhere screaming like a serial killer?”

“I, well, we, need your help” Eddie said toying with one of his rings as he spoke hurriedly “Corroded Coffins playing a gig down at the Hideaway and we’re missing a drummer, told the guys I could get you to sub in”

“Isn’t Gareth your drummer? You asked, confused, “what happened to him?”

“Gareth got mono” Eddie made a fake gagging sound and feigned throwing up. “That gross shithead got sick the day of our big show, well not really a big show but a gigs a gig right?”

“Ed’s I don’t know how to play any of your songs” You said, suddenly racked with anxiety at the thought of fucking up your friends performance “I’m probably not as good as Gareth either”

“I’m sure you’ll be fantastic sweetheart, plus I got all the sheet music ready and waiting with the guys and we can practice as long as you want” He said, his smile dropping from mischievous into comforting. “Please can you do me this one favor, I’ll owe you big time”

“You strike a hard bargain I’ll admit” You said, scrunching up your face and pretending to consider his offer “I don't know though, I did have some great saturday plans lined up”

“We both know you’d just be sitting on your couch watching the Exorcist” He teased

“Hey rude!” You mocked offense “Not really winning me over with that attitude”

“Please will you, oh the great Y/N, play drums with us and really do your best friend a solid?” Eddie clasped his hands together and gave you the widest eyed begging look he could manage

“Oh alright I’ll play with you guys” You said laughing at his antics, watching as his face lit up in the brightest smile you think you’d ever seen.

“Thank you, thank you thank you!” Eddie shouted, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up into the air in the tightest hug he could manage. “I owe you big time!”

“Big time!” You chuckled as he spun you around, still not letting you go even when you dropped your sticks and sheet music. “Ok, ok Ed’s you’ve shown your gratitude now put me down”

He stopped spinning you but didn’t put you back down, just held you tight as you found your face startlingly close to his, his bright smile never fading as your eyes met. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as you both seemed to freeze in the moment, simply staring at each other.

“So, uh, you can grab whatever you’ll need for practice I’ll wait in the van for you” Eddie said quickly, breaking out of his stunned state with a quick shake of his head. He gently let you back down, pausing as if he were about to say something as you noticed a bright red blush spread across his face. He quickly shook his head again and began fidgeting with his rings. “Yea, I’ll be in the van. I’m really,,, the guys and I are really excited to get to play with you!”

“I’ll be quick, just gotta grab another set of sticks and I’ll be right out” You said, equally as flustered as Eddie. He nodded, offering a small nervous smile before rushing back out to his van, leaving you to retrieve the sticks you dropped along with an extra pair from your room. While in your room you paused, looking out your window down at Eddie's van parked haphazardly in your driveway. You could spot him in the driver's side window, you didn’t mean to be a creep and stare but you couldn’t help yourself. You and Eddie had always been close friends, hugging was nothing new to the two of you so why did that hug feel so,,,, different. Sure he was attractive, you’d had a crush on him since you first met him all the way back in middle school when he still had that stupid buzzcut. But no, you guys were just friends, that's all you;d ever been and you’d long since accepted the fact that's all you’d ever be. So why did that hug feel so different, and why’d it leave both of you blushing like awkward school kids. Not to mention his hasty exit after. It was just, odd, the way it left you feeling like you had butterflies in your stomach and your face still flushed. You quickly pushed all those thoughts aside, it was too much to think about right now and you were on a time crunch.

As you brushed away all these thoughts and questions you realized you had the sticks in hand, and were still staring down at Eddie. To your surprise, and embarrassment, you realized Eddie was staring back up at you with the same ‘lost in thought’ look and blushing face. You both simultaneously realized you’d each been caught staring and quickly broke eye contact, Eddie turning to raise the volume on whatever metal he’d been playing and you hurrying to get rou shoes on before rushing out to join him. Once you were in the van Eddie took no time pulling out of your driveway, not waiting for you to get your seatbelt on before speeding off down the road. Thankfully the music was so loud conversation was impossible, neither of you really knew what to say anyway. Just an awkward moment between friends, that's all this was. Right? Again you brushed these thoughts away and focused on the road ahead, determined not to let the band down and to enjoy your first professional gig. You could sort out whatever was between you and Eddie when there wasn’t the massive pressure of performing weighing on your shoulders, hopefully you’d have your thoughts and feelings sorted out by then. Hopefully whatever conversation happened wouldn’t be as awkward as this car ride, you glanced over at Eddie as he kept his eyes locked on the road ahead, his face slowly losing the bright red blush you knew for sure you still had. You turned back to the road and tightened your grip on your drum sticks.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #eddie munson #corroded coffin #eddie munson x y/n #y/n #fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #drummer reader #hellfire stranger things #hellfire club

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sneakybananabox · 2 years

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Can u write a fic where poppy walks in on chloe and bea in the middle of a hookup?

I hope you enjoy. Thanks as always for the request. :)

Warnings: Cursing

It should have been me

The week was never-ending. The pressure of everything was resting on Bea’s shoulders and she was so close to being crushed. Her insomnia was spiking again and no matter how much she wanted to sleep it wasn’t happening. Some days she was so exhausted it felt like someone else was living her life. It was like being on autopilot most of the time. Being sat in her poli-sci class just added to the feeling of suffocation. She stared at the clock on her laptop, begging for it to go faster. Finally, the professor finished and released the class. Bea gathered her things messily into her book bag and ran off.

As she was walking out the room she bumped into the only person who likes to make her day worse.

As she was walking out of the room she bumped into the only person who likes to make her day worse.

“Still don’t know how to walk Farmsville?” Poppy looked Bea up and down. Normally she would be excited to fuck with Poppy but she felt like she was being crushed from within.

“Poppy as much as I love banter today is not the day.” Bea started to walk past Poppy, but she stepped in front of her.

“What is up your ass today Hughes? You look like you haven’t slept in two weeks.”

“I haven’t been sleeping if you really want to know. Is there anything else you want from me, Poppy?”

“I know it must be bad because you used my regular name and not a nickname.” Bea was surprised she mentioned it. She thought Poppy hated when she would call her nicknames. Her heart fluttered a little. Poppy’s phone started to ring, she answered.

“Yes, dad. I know I will be there soon. Wouldn’t want to keep the boring businessman waiting.” She hung up her phone. “Sorry Hughes, I gotta go. I uh– hope you feel better.”

They parted ways and Bea continued her walk to her dorm. She was enjoying the feeling of the sun on her skin. Sometimes if she was lucky and the breeze was just right it would feel like being back home on the farm. She would lay on the hill just a short walk from the house. The grass was plush and it would be the best place to stargaze at night. Some days she felt out of place at Belvoire. She needed to get away even for a little.

Bea hopped on her motorcycle and went to a small bar she found on her own one day when exploring the city. She drove about forty-five minutes away, it was nice because there was usually no one who would recognize her there. She went up to the bar to get a drink.

“Hey, Bea. Want your usual?”

“Yea Tish. I appreciate it.” Bea made sure to tip heftily. Tish was always such a kind soul. There had been many times when she would give her advice. She was like a mom away from home. She never made Bea feel bad or put pressure on her.

Bea went to the back in her favorite booth. She enjoyed a couple of drinks when the DJ started setting up karaoke. She loved watching the patrons sing after way too many drinks.

One of the regulars was poorly singing ‘Misery Business’ when someone caught her attention. It was a familiar platinum blonde. The bar was a simple dive bar so she was amazed that Chloe St.James was there. She looked like she was wallowing just as much as Bea was. Maybe it was the drinks in her system, but she decided to go over to her classmate's booth.

“Hey, Chloe.”

“Oh god can this day get worse? What are you doing here?”

“I thought this is where people come to escape Belvoire and be sad. Though I thought I was the only one who knew about this place.”

“I told my driver to pick a bar and this is where we ended up. Well, are you going to sit down Hughes?”

“Considering you hate my guts I didn’t think you would want me to.”

“I don’t necessarily hate you. I was just doing what I thought Poppy wanted. It’s sad, but the only reason I do half of the things I do is to please Poppy. When we started being friends things were so different. Now I am just a minion to her. Sorry for oversharing. Sometimes I feel so alone. I am supposed to be this tough person, but it just leaves me feeling empty.”

“I know what you mean. For different reasons of course, sometimes I just feel so suffocated. From the pressure from my parents and having to be on edge all the time because people are watching. I felt forced into my major by my parents. You don’t have to apologize Chloe. If I can help someone feel a little less lonely I will do it. Even though we used to be or are enemies.”

“I’m surprised, Hughes. You seem so together.”

“I am just good at hiding it.” Bea raised her glass. “A cheers to all the lonely hearts tonight St. James.” They clinked their glasses together and took long sips of their drinks.

Chloe and Bea talked for a while, they got to know each other on another level. Bea had a brilliant idea after they talked about the music they liked.

“Chloe I have an idea, but you can’t say no.”

“I don’t think I like the idea of this.”

Bea grabbed Chloe’s hand and took her to the stage where karaoke was going on. Chloe’s cheeks felt warm, but it wasn’t from the alcohol. Talking to Bea has really allowed her to see her for the first time. She knew everyone found Bea attractive. Yes, she was beautiful, but there was so much more to her. She was a kind soul who cared for people even if they weren’t friends. She did it out of the kindness of her heart.

The music played and Bea took the lead. Chloe looked out at all the eyes and froze. She usually dropped charisma, but something about this setting made her freeze. Chloe felt a hand on hers and she realized Bea had grabbed her hand. She turned to Chloe to look at her. Chloe felt safe with Bea. They looked into each other's eyes as the song played. The last note played and they were closer than the start of the song. Bea leaned in and soon Chloe closed the space between them. Their lips met slowly at first. After long kisses, they realized they were still on stage and went back to the booth. They got off the stage back to their booth not talking about what just happened.

“Shit my phone is dead.” Chloe had no way to contact her driver to come back.

“I can give you a ride back to Zeta.” Chloe thought about just walking to her Dad’s office, but it was way too dark now. She couldn’t remember her driver’s number if she wanted to, so calling off another phone was out of the question. Chloe tried to think of any other options but figured Hughes was her way home.

“Thanks, Hughes.”

Bea went back to her motorcycle and handed Chloe her helmet.

“There is no way I am wearing this.”

“Well if anything were to happen to use it would help your head stay intact.”

Chloe quickly put on the helmet. Bea mounted the motorcycle and Chloe got on behind her. She held on to Bea rather loosely. “You are going to need to hold on tighter than that. I can’t go losing you in the middle of the drive. “ Chloe increased her pressure and could feel Bea’s defined muscles through her shirt.

Bea drove them to Zeta and walked Chloe to the door.

“You didn’t have to do this, Bea.”

“Of course I did. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Who would I do karaoke with then?” Chloe couldn’t help but smile. Bea was a good person. She felt guilty for how hard she made it for her.

“Bea I am sorry for everything I did at the start of the year.”

“Don’t worry about it. All water under the bridge.” Bea turned to leave. Chloe let her guard down and grabbed Bea’s hand. She pulled her into another kiss. Their short kisses turned longer and more passionate. She pulled Bea into Zeta and guided her into her room. Quietly closing the door, they continued their kiss. Bea took off her jacket and threw it onto the ground. Chloe helped her take off her shirt and kissed her neck. Bea helped Chloe out of her sweater. They landed on the bed with clothes thrown on the ground. They were so focused on each other that they didn’t hear the knock on the door. Bea continued to kiss Chloe’s neck, she couldn’t help but softly moan.

The door opened and it was like slow motion. Poppy looked at the combination of clothes on the ground and looked up and saw Bea on top of Chloe. Her throat felt thick and dry. Her best friend was hooking up with the girl she liked. She did everything she could to fight back the tears. She hurried to close the door and run out. Bea grabbed her clothes and threw them on and ran after Poppy.

“Pops, hey are you okay?!” Her dad always taught her to show no emotion so people couldn’t use them against her. This time though she didn’t care. Her tears had already released before she could get to her room. Bea grabbed her hand to turn her around.

“Don’t touch me, Farmsville!” She snatched her hand back from Bea’s grasp.

“Pops talk to me.”

“What is there to talk about? You and my best friend are hooking up. Why her?”

“What?”

“I said,'' Why her? What does she have that I don’t?”

“Why does that matter, Poppy?”

“Because it should have been me! I thought maybe you felt the same way, but I was wrong.” Poppy couldn’t stand to be around Bea any longer. She ran back to her room and closed the door before Bea could even react to what she just heard. She did like Poppy but figured that the feelings would never be reciprocated. Now she lost her one chance. Now she could only wonder what could have been. She leaned her back against the wall and slid down as the words replayed in her head.

“It should have been me.”

#bea hughes #anon reply #poppy min sinclair #chloe st james #queen b choices #belvoire #poppy x mc

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sirsleeps · 3 years

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typical occurrence pre-movie nights. | sbi & gn!reader

Hi 😈 anon!! I hope that this satisfies all of your conditions, and that there were enough sbi chaos for you…. though I think I stuck to Mr Blade a bit too much (to which I’d just like to apologize for :(() thanks again for requesting this! It’s been a lot of fun writing it (though I’m not gonna lie, the movie of choice really gave me so much freedom I really couldn’t choose which hence) hope you enjoy the fic! :D

request: [by 😈 anon] “Hello! Do you think you could do a SBI x Gn! Reader! The SBI have a movie night and invite the reader! You can do any type of movie! (Maybe a horror one!) I just think it would be chaotic! You can do a one shot, Hc, or small scenarios! Whatever you want to do!”

pairing: sbi & gn!reader

warnings: swearing, potentially ooc sbi, not beta-read

word count: 1.4k

There were a few unspoken traditions that took place every Friday evening.

It was a time where everyone within the SBI family would put down their work and rest to get together for their weekly movie night. Whether they were far away from home, busy with work, or doing some laborious, mundane task, their chores would be held on pause for that evening. And if, for some apparent reason, one is unable to physically attend the gathering, then they would all host it on a computer so that one could watch along.

As per usual, (name) was in charge of bringing the drinks to the weekly movie night. This was typically because (name) didn’t live with the formerly mentioned, nor were they a household member of the SBI despite being given the decision to move in with them. With a couple bottles and cans of assorted drinks in their tote bag, they unlocked the front door.

Walking in they were greeted by Techno, who looked like he was anticipating their arrival, and the sound of squabbling. ‘From Wilbur and Tommy, no doubt,’ (name) thought.

“Hey Techno, I assume we’re going to spend the next half hour arguing about which movie to play again?” They asked, handing a couple of cans and bottles to him.

The rhetorical question emitted a laugh from Techno. By the number of times (name) was invited over for their movie nights, arguing over the movies to show is a habit that never changes. At this point, it’s become such a common occurrence that it would feel weird if neither Wilbur nor Tommy bickered over which movie to screen.

“Ehh… it is what it is.”

“So, how are you?” (name) laughs as they hauls the bag of drinks over to the table near the bickering duo.

“We met up not even two days ago, I don’t think much would’ve changed since,” Techno rolls his eyes, “but s’alright, I’m doing well.”

Though their attempt to drown out the bickering in the background was futile as Wilbur turned his head towards (name) and Techno demanded for their input on the movie choice, which made them sweat, anticipating the flurry of questions that were bound to be sent their way.

“(name)! Tell Tommy that we shouldn’t watch Into The Spiderverse, because we always play it every movie night!” Wilbur exclaimed, pointing a finger to Tommy.

“We do not!! Stop exaggerating, Wilbur!” Tommy cried in retaliation, “(name), tell him that we aren’t watching the Fantastic Beasts Series because it’s shit!”

With a dramatic gasp, Wilbur quickly turned back to Tommy. A series of ‘how dare you’, ‘take that back’, and further incessant shouts of why either movies of choice is-good-and-should-be-watched-again, were exchanged. (name) quickly glanced between the two, their hands up to grab any stray jabs as they tried to break up the ‘fight’.

A wave of exhaustion soon came upon them as the two subconsciously ignored the peacemaker, trying to one-up the other with their playful insults. Letting out a heavy sigh, they took a step back seeing their fruitless attempt to settle down the squabble. They looked at the two with tired eyes, Techno right behind them, cracking open his beverage, enjoying the show.

“So how long has this been going for?”

“Uhhh, about twenty minutes or so, give or take.”

“..Rright. Where’s Phil? I thought he’d be here to break up this uh.. soap opera…”

“He’s microwavin’ some popcorn,” Techno took a big gulp from his drink, “wait, isn’t this his turn to choose the movie?”

“I… think so??”

(name) furrowed their eyebrows, turning their head to Techno, before looking back at the two infront of them. Their hand reached in their pocket to bring out a phone, sending a quick message to Phil about the query. A few seconds had passed between them before a reply was given.

‘Yepp’

‘What are we watching tonight?’ (name) asked once more.

‘We’re finishing off whatever we have left on IT… then onto its sequel’

‘K’

Moving over to the couch, (name) whispered, “Should we tell them that neither of their movies are going to be played?”

“…Nahh,” Techno dragged on, pleasantly amused by the ‘soap opera’ as (name) puts it.

“Well as fun as it is, I’m gonna need them to stop screamin’ their lungs out—”

“What?! No, why would you do that—”

“—before we get our asses busted.”

(name) finished, getting up from their seat on the comfortable couch, before moving over to Tommy and Wilbur, to once more attempt to settle the trivial argument. They gave Techno a side eye, gesturing to help them in case anything ends up broken.

“Tommy, Wilbur,” they started, only to be cut off by Wilbur mocking Tommy with a squeaky voice.

It didn’t end there, no, in fact, anytime they tried to start or complete their sentence, they got cut off either by Tommy’s shouting or Wilbur’s imitation of what the latter sounded like. With a heavy sigh and a facepalm, (name) went back to Techno, drink in hand, and plopped down on the couch. This time, absolutely done with the mess in front of them.

“That was hilarious.” Techno commented.

“Oh shut up, smartass,” they grumbled, taking small sips from their bottle of coke, “I’d like to see you try.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“I dunno bro, is it?”

“Oh, are you seriously askin’ me that bro?”

“Well let’s say that it is, what are you gonna do about it?”

In the midst of their back-and-forth bantering, and with Tommy and Wilbur who now have migrated from their place over to the table of drinks near them, none had noticed Phil, who had entered the room with two bowls of popcorn in his hands.

Looking at the sight in front of him, Phil rolled his lips, oscillating and producing a ripple-like sound. He stomped down one foot, grabbing the attention of the other four in the room, who turned their heads towards his general direction.

“Okay chill mate, I could hear you all the way from the other room, and you know how thick these walls are.”

“Sorry Phil—”

“Yea, ‘m sorry.”

“Sorry, this wouldn’t’ve happened if someone didn’t suggest such a horrible movie to watch—”

“OHH! You take that back Wilbur!!”

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?!” Wilbur exclaims, crossing his arms, raising a brow as if to challenge the younger male.

“YOU B—”

“Ohhh-kay, how about we put those movies up, it’s my turn to choose the movies anyways.”

Phil interjects, evoking a laugh from both Techno and (name) as Wilbur froze in shock from the statement. Tommy’s finger dipped along with his shoulders, jaw dropped as he turned to look at Phil once more.

“What?” the two sputtered.

Handing a bowl over to (name), Phil moves over to the laptop hooked up to the projector, and scrolls through the horror section to find IT. While he was scrubbing through to find the timestamp of where the family had last left off, (name) walked to Wilbur to hand him his bowl of popcorn.

“You knew about it?” Wilbur asked, coming out of his shock.

“Yep,” they confirmed, popping the ‘p’, “I was gonna tell you and Tommy, but the both of you kept cutting me off every time I tried.”

“Oh…”

“S’alright, all in good fun,” they let out a small laugh.

Placing down the bowl on the coffee table, they moved to dim the lights in the room. Techno, finished with his drink, got up from the couch to get his second, pulling Tommy along with him back to the couch. A soft, “Let’s go Tommy,” was heard from the pink haired being.

With arms crossed, and an exaggerated frown, Tommy silently grumbled to himself, disappointed that they weren’t able to rewatch the incredible Spiderman animation. Wilbur, on the other hand, vocalised his disappointment to Phil.

“Phiiil, why’re we watching horror movies? That’s like… that’s so cliché.”

“Well it’s my turn to pick the movie, and I want to watch some spooky movies, so that’s what we’re watching.”

“I mean… he’s got you there Wilbur,” Techno gave his two cents.

“Oh shut up, Techno,” he retorted.

(name) came up to the group, quietly laughing to themselves as they handed a can of coke to Tommy and a caprisun to Wilbur, a small smile plastered on their face.

“Well, that was eventful… and the movie hasn’t even started.”

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Date Night • The Marauders

(Gif not mine)

Request: Maybe like a poly!marauders x (she/her) reader where they just spend a day together :) like you can write smut If you’d like, but yea maybe they can go out to eat id like to see a dynamic in a poly relationship w them. Thank you!! Love your writing <3 — anon

Summary: Date nights are rare, but tonight, you go out for ice cream with your partners

Warnings: Food and eating!! The entire fic is about eating, so please stay safe! If you have a peanut allergy no you don’t. Also, if you’re lactose intolerant like me, uhhhh pretend there’s a potion for that I guess, kinda implied first Wizarding war, smallest hint of steaminess

Word Count: 1.6k

A.N: Remus=Ross, James=Chandler, Sirius=Joey, right? This took me like weeks to finish...but overall I kinda like it. Let me know what you think, and love you all ❤️

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The four of you very rarely had free time.

Between missions and meetings, you and your partners almost never had time off, and even when you did, one of you would still be busy. One of you would still be undercover or stuck debriefing the latest mission with Mad-Eye for hours.

So it’s weird to find yourself situated on the couch, Sirius’ head resting on your lap and Remus on the other end, stuck with his feet. James shuffles around in the kitchen behind you, stuck with dish duty after almost setting your flat on fire.

Sirius snuggles deeper into your thigh, evidently still exhausted from the previous day’s mission he was tasked with.

The flat is mostly quiet, the only sounds coming from Remus turning the pages of his novel and the ceramic plates clashing together as they get put away. The sun slowly sets outside, basking your living room in glowing orange in light.

You run your fingers through the mess of dark curls splayed out on your lap, always lustrous and soft to the touch. He hums deeply in approval.

A sharp clap from behind jolts you out of your peaceful thoughts.

You crane your neck to watch as James throws on his denim jacket.

“I believe that we,” He starts, eyeing the three of you. “deserve a date night.”

Instantly, a smile grows across your face. The last time the four of you had a proper date night, it was 1979 and Queen had just released a new song, which meant that Sirius needed to celebrate with all of you at the pub getting absolutely pissed.

Since you all joined the Order, all your free time has been sucked down the drain.

So that’s why the mere suggestion of the normally elusive date night makes you feel all giddy inside. You would’ve gotten up from your comfortable position to throw your coat on if it wasn’t for Sirius practically securing you to the cushions.

“But James...” He groans.

“Oh c’mon, Pads, we haven’t been on a proper date since—“

“Last year.” Remus interjects, shutting his book before placing it onto the coffee table. “But then again, you were too drunk for it to actually be considered a date.”

“Don’t blame me, blame Freddie and his Merlin given voice.” Sirius muses, still laying on your thigh. His fingers dance around your kneecap.

Remus slowly eases himself off the couch, joining James by the front door.

“Fine.” You hear James shrug. “We’ll just leave you here to suffer while Remus, (Y/n), and I go out to Florean’s.”

This seems to grab his attention, because he perks up just enough for you to slide out of his grasp.

You end up at Remus’s side, clinging to his grey jumper as you excitedly pull on your shoes.

“Ice cream?” Sirius asks, pushing his hair behind his ears. “Without me?”

“It doesn’t have to be without you, Sirius.” You retort, sandwiched between James and Remus. “If you get your arse over here, we won’t have to leave you.”

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.” Sirius huffs, hands raised in mock surrender, dragging himself over to the front door.

He waves his wand, boots zipping out of the closet and slipping onto his feet, his dark leather jacket covering his white shirt on its own.

“What, are simple tasks too hard for you now?” Remus teases, lightly bumping his shoulder into Sirius’.

“We’ve got magic for a reason, Moons.” The shorter of the two rolls his eyes. “Might as well use it.”

Remus opens his mouth to retort but James swiftly interrupts their bickering.

“I swear to Godric Gryffindor himself, (Y/n) and I will leave both you gits here.”

There’s grumbling from the two of them, but it becomes garbled once James throws an arm around you and Apparates you to Diagon Alley.

Your brain feels like it’s spinning in your skull and your stomach tugs familiarly at your naval. Sure you’ve Apparated many many times before, but it’s simply not fun no matter what.

As per usual, Diagon Alley is loud. Children and drunkards laugh, spells and fireworks whizz passed your ears, people in heels trot across the cobblestone path.

It’s places like Diagon Alley that remind you why you love magic so much.

James’ arm is still heavy on your shoulders as you watch people in cloaks and tall hats rush by you.

There’s a startling crack behind you and you and James turn around to see your other partners. Sirius might have a few new purple bruises littered across his collar bones and Remus might have a smug look plastered across his face, but no one says anything. Remus throws the two of you a silent wink as Sirius hangs off of him.

“Gonna hold my hand, Moony?” James questions, his arm outstretched.

Remus eagerly takes it, fingers interlocking.

So the four of you are connected as you stroll down the street. Your face is buried into James’ denim jacket, the faint smell of grass stains and broom oil an already welcomed scent. In the middle, James and Remus have their shoulders rubbing together as they walk, James’ thumb most likely tracing figure eights between his knuckles like he always does. Lastly, it seems like Sirius had changed his position enough to stick a hand in Remus’ back pocket.

The sun continues to dip lower below the horizon, resulting in candles and lanterns being lit in every dark corner. Children are ushered inside homes and adults start to flock towards the pubs.

With the looming threat of dark and dangerous wizards, people aren’t taking their chances, safety in numbers and safety indoors being popular within the village.

Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlor is lit up in a rainbow of colors as always, and the sweet scent of ice cream drifts through the air. People sit in crowds outside the shop, enjoying their treats on the sidewalk or some even spread out on the street.

“So what’re you going for today, Jamie?” You ask as your little group enters the shop.

A little bell sounds from above you, barely heard over the boisterous laughter and rowdy conversations that surround you.

Unlike you, Sirius, and Remus, James doesn’t have a signature flavor. He had to have a different kind every visit. So while Remus had already ordered his strawberries and cream in a waffle cone and Sirius is eyeing his peanut butter ice cream, James is still perusing his options like a little kid.

Your own ice cream starts to melt a bit while you’re waiting.

James squints his eyes at the names, despite his glasses already resting on the bridge of his nose.

“You haven’t done toffee apple in a bit, Prongs.” Sirius points, his finger making contact with the cool glass barrier.

“You’re right.” James hums. “Thanks.” He presses a quick kiss to Sirius’ stubbled cheek before ordering his ice cream.

There’s a small open table across the way, lit up by a few lanterns, which the four of you claim.

There’s a very slight breeze that makes you cuddle up to Remus’ soft jumper.

Desperate to talk about something other than the current state of affairs, James gets caught up talking the Wimbourne Wasps and their new Beater, Ludovic Bagman.

You watch Sirius, tongue poking ever so slightly out of the corner of his mouth, try to sneak a scoop of James’ ice cream while he’s distracted.

Attempting to hide your amusement, you bring a hand up to cover your mouth, feigning interest in the Quidditch talk.

You watch the spoon make an indent and it’s halfway to Sirius’ mouth before—

“Oi!”

The silver spoon freezes abruptly, and grey eyes widen significantly.

“Is that why you suggested toffee apple? So you could nick some of my bloody ice cream?” James gasps dramatically, mouth agape in shock.

“Where’re your manners, James?” Sirius retorts, licking his spoon. “Sharing is caring.”

His hazel eyes narrow. “I don’t know, Black, that looked more like thievery to me.”

“Well let’s take it to our very own Wizengamot, then.” Sirius loudly gestures to you and Remus.

“Well I’m sure that for a wee bit of ice cream, (Y/n) and I, as key witnesses to the whole event, can clear the air.” Remus smirks, biting into his cone.

Sirius swiftly pushes the rest of his ice cream across the table, not even trying to be discrete about his offering. You and Remus start to dig in.

“Bribery!” James shouts, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation. “This trial is a load of bullshit!”

“Sorry James, can’t hear you over how good this is.” Remus remarks with his mouth full.

You lick your spoon, watching the theatrics.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” James straightens his glasses and runs a hand through his hair in playful frustration.

“Aw, Jamie...you want some of mine?” You pout, offering some of your own frozen dessert.

“At least someone at this table loves me.” James grumbles, sticking a spoon into your bowl.

Sirius sticks his tongue out.

“Hey, I never said Sirius was cleared of all charges.” Remus raises a scarred brow.

“What?” Sirius snaps. “But I bribed you!”

You snicker at his balled up fists.

“So you admit to the bribery, you might as well admit to the thievery while you’re at it.” He finishes the bowl, licking the last of it from his spoon.

“Oh how the tables have turned.” James smugly points out.

Sirius childishly pouts, opting to pick at his black painted fingernails.

“We should have date nights more often.” James chuckles, clinking your spoons together.

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