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Christmas will really be Christmas

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Charles Leclerc x femreader!

After breaking up with your long-time boyfriend, your best friend is trying to make you feel happy. So she invited you to a Christmas party when you met someone new.

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"You can't be here crying for a man like him!" your best friend told you.

It has been 3 months since your break up with your boyfriend of 5 years, and here you are, lying in your bed still crying for him. It wasn't easy, less in this time. Christmas feels different without him. You haven't decor your house or going shopping as you usually do. Instead, you just cry and cry all day.

"I'm trying," you told your best friend, covering your head with the sheet.

"So try harder," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I am, believe me!" you cry.

"Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry for what I just said. I just... I just want you to be happy and not crying for Leonard. He doesn't deserve you," she tried to comfort you.

"I know. I just... I don't know... This is really hard," you said.

"Listen, I know how to help you," she gave you a smile.

"Oh, no, please," you begged.

"I'm throwing a Christmas party at Mike's house. Well, his mother is throwing it, but I'm helping her. So, I told her about your situation, and she thought you should go. It will be good for you. Believe me," she told you.

You weren't so keen on the idea, but know that it wasn't the best for you just lying on your bed and crying all day for your ex-boyfriend who would be away in the Bahamas with his mistress. It wasn't good for you, and you knew it.

"Fine. I'll go," you said, giving up.

"Fantastic! Now, you need to shower, and we'll go shopping for a new dress for the party!" she celebrated.

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You looked up from your phone and the post you had made not more than 3 minutes before. Yes, you were happy to be there, but it felt strange to you. Everybody was with their partners and children, and you were alone. You were sitting on the couch next to the fireplace alone. You were looking at the fire for so long that you didn't feel when someone sat next to you.

"Hey, are you alright?" a French accent asked you.

"Hmm?" you answered.

The person next to you laughed a little at your confusion. That was when you looked up to see them. Sitting next to you was the most handsome guy you have ever seen. His face looked like it was carved by the Greek Gods. Oh, man. Were you heartbroken five minutes ago? Yes. Are you still heartbroken now? Oh, hell, no.

"I asked if you were alright. You don't seem too happy to be here," he repeated.

"Really? Oh, I'm really sorry. I mean. I'm happy to be here with my friends and everything, just... It's not the happiest time for me," you said, frowning a little.

"Christmas isn't the happiest time for you? Why?" he asked in disbelief.

"No, no Christmas, but the time. I broke up with my boyfriend a few months ago and haven't moved on. This time, the holidays just remind me of him. It's fucked up, I know." you explained, throwing your head back.

"Actually, I understand. I'm living the same. My girlfriend of 6 years and I broke up at the beginning of the year, and now she has another boyfriend, and it's hard, so I understand." he gave you a little sad smile.

"We're screwed up, aren't we?" you laughed a little so did him.

"Yes, we are," he agreed.

You two sat there in silence until he broke the ice.

"So, are you doing anything special this Christmas?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I was thinking of ordering food and watching some movies. Nothing special. Just me being lazy." you answered trying to not think about it. "And what about you? What are your plans for Christmas?"

"Well, nothing special. I'm going home for the holidays. I'm from Monaco." he said.

"Monaco. That sounds really fun!" you laughed a little.

"Yeah, it is. You know? I have an idea. Why don't you come home with me? I can show you around, and my family will be happy to have you. They're incredible, believe me. You'll have a lot of fun." he gave a smile that made your heart melt. He looked so handsome.

"I-I don't know. I just barely know you, in fact, I just met you. What if you are a serial killer who kills women for fun?" you said skeptically.

"Well, my name is Charles Leclerc. I'm 26. I'm from Monaco, and I am a Formula 1 driver for Ferrari, number 16, so you can cheer me up." he smiled.

You looked at him in surprise. You couldn't believe what he had said. He was a Formula 1 driver, and not only that, he was inviting you to go with him to Monaco. You. Of all the people in the world, he was inviting you. You, who were a mess because of your break-up and haven't met him before. He chose you for a strange reason you didn't know.

Charles looked at you with a little smile. He didn't know why he asked you that, but honestly, he thought you were the prettiest person in the party and the world. He wanted to spend time with you, and inviting you to his home in Monaco was the best way to do it. Well, that was what he thought.

"Are you serious?" you asked, still in disbelief.

"I am. We'll have a good time, I promise you." he smiled.

You thought about it for the rest of the party. You weren't sure about accepting, but again, you weren't going to do something special for the holidays, and Monaco sounds like an amazing plan to do. Maybe, just maybe, you could have fun after months of being depressed. Charles didn't look like a bad guy. He was very lovely and fun to be with. You couldn't stop imagining being with him as a couple. Yeah, you should go to Monaco.

"Have you think about it? Will you come with me to Monaco?" he asked, handing you your jacket.

You were about to leave your friend's boyfriend's house, and he insisted to accompany you to your car. That was so sweet of him. You smiled when he asked you that again. He was nervous and looking at the floor. You took his hand in yours and smiled. He looked up at you with hope.

"Yes, I'll go with you." you smiled.

He smiled immediately and hugged you. He whispered some words in French in your ear before letting you go. You were happier than in the last three months. This was incredible. He was incredible.

"You won't regret it, I promise you," he told you, giving you a big smile.

And you believe him. And he was right, you didn't regret it.

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A baby here

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader

Warnings: pregnancy talks and

Summary: now it’s real, no mistakes on the ultrasound stories.

This was a request, hope it was what you imagined.

Previous Part

After that day, I kept thinking about how happy he was, believing I was pregnant even though I wasn't really. It made me more certain that he's the one I want to be the father of my children.

So, after that day, we decided that when we felt like it, we wouldn't use protection but it was all very laid-back—if it happened, great, but if not, that was fine too.

But eventually, it happened and I decided to do the same thing as last time, but this time, I made my stories visible only for him to see since I was going out again with my sister.

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Babe, you're posting your sister's ultrasound again 😂

I felt like responding, but I ignored it and showed it to my sister, who laughed too.

We continued shopping and I stopped in front of a baby clothing store, watching and thinking that in a few months, Charlie and I would be dressing our baby in those tiny outfits.

“Why not surprise him?” She said, stopping beside me. “He did it for you when he thought you were pregnant, so now that you are, it would be nice to put a little outfit along with the test.”

“I already have an outfit; I had a onesie made like the Ferrari overalls.”

“He'll love it.”

“I'm sure he'll only dress her in that.”

“Her?” My sister asked.

“I don't know, I have a feeling it's a girl.” I touched my belly.

“Regardless of what comes, you two will be great. But Charles was born to be a girl's dad.” I smiled at her.

“Yeah, I know.” I smiled, imagining the two of them.

“Well, I think we should go; Mike said he took Charles out of the house and they're on the boat organizing things for our day tomorrow so it's the perfect time for you and me to plan a surprise for him.”

...

We organized everything for the surprise, I made his favorite pasta, set the table with candles and prepared the little box with the surprise. When he came home, he was more excited than usual, hugging and kissing me all over my face.

“What's with all this excitement?” I asked as he looked around.

“What is all this? I'm sure I didn't forget our anniversary or anything.”

“You didn't and I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Thank you love, everything looks beautiful.”He gave me a peck. “And this excitement is because I stopped by your sister's with Mike, helped him with some things for the baby's room and got excited about when we're going to decorate ours.” I held back tears and didn't tell him. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I'm just hungry.” He laughed.

“I'll take a quick shower and be right down, okay?” I agreed, and he rushed upstairs.

I arranged our food on the plates, lit the candles and when I finished, he was coming down.

“Hmm, you even made my favorite pasta.”

“Come on, let's eat.”

After dinner and after declining the wine, we talked a lot until I decided it was time.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Another one?” He asked as I got up.

“Yes.”

“I also have something for you.”

“Okay, do you want to go first?”

“Yes.” He took a deep breath.

“Okay.” I left the little box on the counter.

“You are the best thing that has happened in my life so far. You came into my life when I was at my worst after losing my father, and you helped me overcome and not get lost in grief. I honestly don't know what I would do without you, and I don't even want to think that this could happen someday. You are the love of my life, and I have no doubt about that.” I was already crying, and I cried more when he knelt in front of me, opened the box with a ring inside. “So, would you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?”

“Charlie.” I said, crying. “Of course, I'll marry you.”

He smiled, putting the ring on my finger and kissing me. He wiped the tears from my face and gave me a peck.

“What did you want to give me?” He asked after letting me go.

“Here.” I handed him the box, and he left it on the counter, opening it.

“I don't understand.” He said, taking out the Ferrari onesie from the box. “Did you want to show it to me before giving it to your sister?”

“It's not for her.” I said, taking the pregnancy test and handing it to him. “The ultrasound I posted wasn't hers; it's mine.”

“What?” He widened his eyes. “You're pregnant?”

“Yes.” And more tears streamed down my eyes, but now Charles's eyes too.

“We're having a baby?” I nodded. “We're having a baby.”

He said and hugged me tightly; I heard him sniffle and laugh with happiness, and when he let go, he kissed me.

“Did you like it? The little outfit.” He laughed.

“I loved it; it looks just like it.” He said, looking. “It will definitely be the outfit I'll put on our baby the most.”

“I'm 100% sure about that.” I smiled at him, and he folded and put the outfit back in the box.

“Can we use the guest room for the baby's room and turn the office into the new guest room, or can we move to a bigger place?” He started talking. “I heard there's a vacant apartment one floor below Max's building; we could be neighbors, and...”

“Charles, calm down; you're talking so much you're getting out of breath.” I smiled at him, and he gave me a peck. “We don't need to do anything now; we can think about it calmly.”

“I know, but I'm so excited, and I really want to buy things for the room, but we need to know where we're going to live.”

“Well, I love living here, but it's a bit small, and since we're starting a family, maybe living in a slightly bigger place would be good.”

“Well then, I'll schedule a visit to that apartment before the season starts.”

“Okay.” I smiled and gave him a peck.

“What do you think it is?” He asked, running his hand over my belly.

“I have a feeling it's a girl.”

“Well, I don't mind; whatever comes, we'll love unconditionally.” He said. “But I always saw myself as a girl's dad, so...”

“My sister said you look like a girl's dad.” He smiled.

“Well, I agree with her.” He hugged me. “How about we go upstairs and lie down?”

“I think it's a great idea.” He picked me up and took me to our room.

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Hey! I saw your requests were open! Could we have some cute Mike fluff of taking Abby back to school shopping and struggling to help choose outfits for her? Probably would include being silently discouraged by the prices of the nice clothes but trying to get her something nice anyway? This can either be just Mike and Abby, or include a y/n girlfriend, I’m not picky. Thanks!

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= Description: Just a fluffy one-shot of Mike & his girlfriend going "back to school" shopping with Abby !

= Request: "Hey! I saw your requests were open! Could we have some cute Mike fluff of taking Abby back to school shopping and struggling to help choose outfits for her? Probably would include being silently discouraged by the prices of the nice clothes but trying to get her something nice anyway? This can either be just Mike and Abby, or include a y/n girlfriend, I'm not picky. Thanks!"

= Tags: Fluff ! Slice of Life, Sweet Talk + Moments, Abby being Adorable, Back to School Shopping, Established Relationship, Some Comfort, Romantic, Found Family + Reader is !Fem

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"How about this one?" Abby pointed, eyes fixed on a colorful binder paired up with a neat pack of coloring supplies. Before Mike could open his mouth, she was already tailing it forward. An exhausted breath left his lips instead, but he couldn't help but chuckle softly at her enthusiasm. He missed when he was that way. It brought him closure to see Abby running around all excited, and he was going to nurture it as much as he could.

Mike gasped quietly when you lightly nudged his shoulder playfully. "Earth to Michael," you joked. Mike eased, folding his arms and shyly looking away. "Sorry, just thinking." Mike's eyes promptly shifted towards Abby, who was stirring about like she was in a candy store. Your voice softened, "About her?"

"Yeah. It's just nice to see her so happy. Especially after, well," he trailed off. "I'm just glad she's doing okay."

You caressed his face with a smile, and he quickly placed a hand on yours, obviously savoring the moment. His eyes closed in comfort.

"Mike, can I get this?" Abby asked. His eyes flickered open. "Oh?" He lowered himself down to get to her level. Something you had always found cute.

She extended her hand on a sparkly-colorful outfit, its lower half dragging against the floor. Mike hummed and pulled out the tag, and frowned. Which caught into you as well.

"Mike?"

"Hey, how about you keep looking for some more supplies. That way, when I get the cart, we can just pile everything up and get out of here quicker." He continued, "And you'll be able to use your color pencils quicker too."

Abby smiled, "Really?" Mike nodded quietly and ruffled her hair a bit. She turned back and disappeared down the aisle. Mike's eyes were following her the entire way, he wouldn't let her out of his sight.

Mike stood up, face low with defeat. "Nearly fifty bucks. I don't think I can afford it, but-"

You finished, "You don't want to tell her?" And he nodded.

"Look, I can put in a few bucks, Mike. I shouldn't let you pay for everything." You told him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Mike weakly protested, "I can't let you do that. You've done so much, I don't want to take your money."

"Mike, I want to. I love the kid, and you've been working hard." You kissed his cheek lightly. Which made him bashful in record pace, "Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

Once Abby returned, you had decided to spend more of what you intended. As much as Mike protested, you insisted that it was all for Abby. Besides, it brought him incredible joy to see Abby trying on new sweaters and accessories she adored. That was convincing enough to let you gather a few more pieces of her new wardrobe and leave the store with a heartfelt attitude.

Abby had been holding your hand the whole time. She was definitely giddy, but she was quiet too. Which brought Mike to gently remind her, "Don't you have something to say, Abbs?"

"Oh, right! Thank you so, so, so much!" Abby said childishly. "I'm going to try all of these when I get home. My friends will love this."

"I'm sure they will." You replied with a grin. Which made you turn to Mike with a softened expression, silently mouthing an: "I love you" before driving home to spend time with Abby one last time before her new year of school.

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strangely, he feels at home in this place

warnings: angsty, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, descriptions of a panic attack, umm idk what else

a/n: yay, new fic! fucking finally!! i loved the fnaf movie and it re-inspired by obsession with josh hutcherson, so here i am, writing for it! pls don't bully me for this (don't like, don't read)

"mike?"

your warm voice echoed in the freezing dark room. he was shivering vigorously, his eyes bloodshot and puffy. tears stream down his face with only mere muffled whimpers coming out as a result. he hated feeling like this, but you hated seeing him like this even more. you jump to action, frantically trying to give him the comfort he so desperately needed.

you weren't close at all, you and mike. you were abby's babysitter, and that was it. but over the months, you grew very fond of mike (maybe a little more than that), and mike grew very fond of you. your co-existence was so peaceful it made you feel as if you had known each other for years. silence between you two never weighted, but instead floated, like a water lily down a stream.

but in the months you had known him, never had you ever seen him like this. so vulnerable, so frightened. it triggered an impulse in you you didn't even know you had to protect, nurture, love.

you wrapped your arms around him, his tense muscle melting ever so slightly at your embrace.

"mike, what's wrong? let's sit down, yeah?" he nodded half-heartedly, and you practically had to push him to the sofa. his movement was rigid, and his silent weeps began to turn into heavy sobs, you only prayed abby wasn't listening from the other room. you continued to hold him close, as if someone were trying to pull him away. you hoped he knew that no one would ever pull him away from you.

after a few minutes, mikes anguished sobs began to quiet down. you guided him through some deep breaths, giving him time to settle down, at least. his whimpers were quiet, but he seemed significantly calmer, and a few moments later, you broke the silence.

"mike, what's wrong? talk to me, i'm here for you." your voice was firm but caring, full of the tender love you genuinely had for him. mike took another deep breath, and then another one, before he finally spoke.

"work was terrible. it was, it was-" before he started crying again, you gently shushed him.

"you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. i just want to make sure you're okay." he was silent, contemplating, it seemed.

"mike. i need you to tell me that you're okay." you squeezed his bicep reassuringly and he looked up at you with the sweetest eyes. the sweetest, most devastated eyes. your heart tightened at the sight.

"i'm okay." his voice was practically inaudible, but his eyes spoke for him. the tight-lipped smile you forced against your face, along with the warm touches, seemed to calm him. for him, it felt familiar.

you stayed like that for a few moments, one arm wrapped around him, his head rested on your shoulders. you felt him melt into your touch so delightfully. you relished in that feeling before you spoke again.

"how about you get into some clean clothes and go lie down, yeah? that sound okay?" he nodded and slowly got up from the couch. as he got dressed, you got him a glass of water and a warmer blanket (seriously, his blanket looked terrible for this time of winter). he accepted both with a meek 'thank you', and you turned to leave, to let him rest.

he grabbed you by the arm and you froze in your spot.

"stay." he pleaded. when you turned around, his eyes were sparkling in the moonlight haze that was bleeding from his bedroom window, big and wide and brown and perfect. everything about him was so perfect.

"please." he begged again, that voice of his rich and sweet, like honey with chamomile tea. some part of you was unsure, but most of you was more than happy with his request.

you crawled into bed next to him, keeping eye contact the whole time. for the first time this night, he smiled. a soft, sleepy, honest smile. one you hadn't seen on him in quite a long time. you brushed his hair out of his face, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand. the gesture to you was small, but to him was the closest thing to an 'i love you' he had received since his parents died.

and then you kissed him.

the kiss was timid and shy, but the butterflies in mike's stomach grew nonetheless. he smiled into it, kissing you back with warm compassion and kindness. his hand found it's way to your waist, making the intimacy of the moment grow. in that moment you knew you were head over heels for mike schmidt. and in that moment, he knew the same. the kiss broke eventually and you both slept peacefully, like angels, wrapped in each others arms. you never wanted to let go, and neither did he.

[talesofliia]

"Will's love towards Mike is a really beautiful thing." – Finn Wolfhard

And he is absolutely right. Throughout the whole series, the "Stranger Things" creators have made it clear to the audience how special Will and Mike's bond is and how much Mike truly means to Will. They have consistently highlighted the depth of Will's feelings towards Mike, and his love has saved the day quite a few times already. ❤️

Will's love for Mike is sincere, pure, quiet and completely unconditional. It's a love unspoken, yet expressed a million times through his actions. Will couldn't keep the truth from Mike in S1, even though it was just a small detail related to D&D. Despite being possessed, Will drew strength from Mike's presence and care, as if Mike was his beacon of light in the darkness. Mike's heartfelt monologue to Will about how asking him to be his friend was "the best thing he's ever done" reached Will's soul thanks to the love he felt, and that helped them all to stop the Mind Flayer in S2. In that same season, Mike was the one who Will was able to recognize after his possession because of how strong his feelings for the boy were.

We also saw the tender and emotional moments between Will and Mike in S3 and S4. Will's heartbreaking confession of "not going to fall in love" when he was (probably) already aware of his romantic feelings for his childhood best friend hits even harder when you think about it. Despite the times Mike unintentionally hurt Will, Will's love for him has remained too strong for him to simply forget and move on. There is just no way Will could ever get that boy out of his heart.

Because that's the thing – Mike is his heart, and Will hinted at it himself (albeit in a veiled form). Will's unconditional love for Mike is what led this sweet, sensitive and traumatized kid to set aside his own desires and pain just to ensure the happiness of the boy he loves. Even if Mike's happiness lies with his girlfriend (who also happens to be Will's new sister). Even if it means Mike is happy without him. But Will has long accepted this because he's inherently selfless and caring. He prioritizes the happiness of his loved ones over his own.

Will promised Mike he'd never be replaced and stayed fiercely loyal, as we saw in that unforgettable "Not possible" moment in S3 and later on in the show. Will was always there for Mike in S4 when he needed support and encouragement. He tried his best to patch things up between Mike and El, thinking it was what Mike wanted. Will even pushed Mike to open up to El, reminding him of his irreplaceable role in the party. Through it all, Will did everything he could to lift Mike's spirits, making sure he felt needed, valued and loved (even if it was indirectly through others).

And to prove, once again, how beautiful Will's love towards Mike is, I want to remind you of his monologue in the van scene where he was expressing his feelings for Mike by disguising them as Eleven's (slightly adapted to fit the purpose):

“Anyway, my point is, see how you're leading us here? You're guiding the whole party, inspiring us. That… That's what you do. And see your coat of arms here? It's a heart. And I know it's sort of on the nose, but that's what holds this party together. Heart. Because, I mean, without heart, we'd all fall apart. Even [me]. Especially [me]. These past few months, [I've] been so lost without you. It's just, [I'm] so different from other people, and… when you're… when you're different, sometimes… you feel like a mistake. But you make [me] feel like [I'm] not a mistake at all. Like [I'm] better for being different. And that gives [me] the courage to fight on. If [I] was mean to you or [I] seemed like [I] was pushing you away, it's because [I'm] scared of losing you, like you're scared of losing [El]. And if [I] was going to lose you, I… I think [I'd] rather just get it over with quick. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. So, yeah, [I] need you, Mike. And [I] always will.”

If Will's love for Mike isn't beautiful, then I don't know what is. Because "Stranger Things" shows us the true power of love and how it can change the world for the better. I find it truly inspiring. ❤️‍🩹

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Teach Me Tonight - Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2] Part 3: [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (5k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Oral (M and F receiving), Phone sex, Dream sex, P in V sex, a sprinkle of SoftDom!Carmy at Reader's request, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary: With everything you had heard earlier, it seemed like sex was another facet of his life where he wouldn't let himself just enjoy stuff. "I want to make you feel good too," you insisted.

It was a foggy day, the cold of Chicago promised a quiet afternoon with few customers. Sydney showed up at the store and invited you to family, saying something about a surprise for Carmy. You quickly closed up and followed her back to the restaurant. Most of the staff knew you by now; Tina cupped your face lovingly, Nat hugged you, and Richie showed you to your seat. Everyone was there except Carmy. 

"What's going on?" you asked Nat in a whisper. 

"He didn't tell you? Of course he didn't tell you," she rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. "It's his birthday," she said simply.

"Oh!"

You felt a weight settle in your stomach. How could you not know? You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide your nervousness and stopping yourself from crying at the same time. 

"Oh, sweetie," Nat put her arm around you. "You shouldn't feel bad about it. He doesn't tell anyone. The only reason I know is because I'm his sister. We don't do presents or candles or sing because of all the- Well, you know," she gestured vaguely. You nodded. 

You didn't know the whole story but Carmy had let you know bits and pieces of his unstable childhood and the fraught relationship with his Mom, from way before Mike died.

"But Syd wanted to cook something nice for him and Marcus wanted to test a cake recipe, so," she shrugged. You managed a smile. "He'll be happy to see you," she squeezed you to her side.

"Okay, everyone start eating and act fucking normal," Richie bellowed. "We don't want the birthday boy to feel ambushed or whatever. We're having a nice meal, with our neighbor, and there's a random ass cake here for absolutely no reason, okay?"

"Your ass is random, man!" Marcus replied from the other side of the table, cutting slices of what looked like tres leches cake. Fak chuckled between forkfuls of salad.

Sydney had already started passing plates around, it was lamb and salad and it smelled delicious.

"Thanks for inviting me," you told her once she got to you. 

"I mean, you're practically family, right?" she smiled.

By the time Carmy appeared, you were all eating and talking, and he could sneak in and sit by your side almost unnoticed. 

"What's all this?" he asked, looking frantically around the room.

"They asked me to come over for family," you smiled innocently. "It's very good," you added pointing at your plate. 

"No, I mean-" he hesitated, his eyes kept searching for Nat. She was leaning against the door frame and when she saw Carmy, she put her fingers to the corners of her lips and pushed them up, to shape a smile. 'Be happy, okay?' she mouthed.

Carmy nodded, then looked down, a relieved smirk curving his lips. He tried to relax, leaning back on his seat and placing an arm behind your chair. He took the plate Richie brought him and started eating with gusto. 

"So, you know?" he asked after a while. 

"No presents, no candles, no singing," you repeated, knowing it would calm his anxiety a little. "I want to make a suggestion though."

Carmy turned his head quickly. "Yeah?" 

"Yeah," you smiled mischievously. "I think this cake should be like a staple at the restaurant. No way I'm waiting for your next birthday to have it again."

Carmy laughed. After his first bite of the cake he had to agree. "That's fire," he hummed. 

His face looked bright and lovely. Your hand didn't leave his thigh for the rest of the meal. 

You leaned against Carmy's side; he kissed the top of your head and sighed, burying the two of you deeper into the cushions of the sofa. It had been a beautiful day. With his arms around you, you asked him.

"Why don't you like presents on your birthday?"

"Uh- I'm not sure," he replied honestly. His fingers drew pretty shapes on your shoulder. "I guess if you're not expecting anything then you can't be disappointed, right?" 

"I get that," you said after a while. "I just think it's a waste that I sell vintage, and you love vintage, and you don't ask for presents, you know?" you added playfully.

He smiled. "I guess. I think I like it better when it's on a random day, for no reason at all."

"Yeah," you nodded. "Can I do something nice for you, though? Just because I want to, not because it's your birthday," you clarified.

He turned to face you. "Uh- Okay."

You disentangled from his embrace and knelt between his legs on the floor . He tilted his head in confusion. You smiled and grabbed a hair tie from your pocket, making a show of putting your hair in a ponytail. Carmy's eyes widened when your hands ran up and down his thighs, slow, sensual motions that sent shivers up his spine. 

"You don't have to-" he started protesting.

"I want to," you said.

It had come up a couple of times. You'd offer to reciprocate after he'd eaten you out and he would refuse, saying he would rather be inside you. With everything you had heard earlier, it seemed like sex was another facet of his life where he wouldn't let himself just enjoy stuff. 

"I want to make you feel good too," you insisted.

He seemed torn, one of his hands reaching to caress yours.

"You're absolutely free to say no. There's other ways we can have fun but don't say no just because you feel you don't deserve it, Carm. You do. I promise," you said earnestly. 

He bent over to kiss you fiercely. "Alright. Yes. Please," he said.

You moved slowly, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, watching the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became more erratic. You pulled his trousers down, towards you, and started touching his thighs gently, raking your fingers through the coarse hair that went down his stomach, palming at the growing bulge over his boxers.

"Uh-" Carmy swallowed. "I have never- So if I don't last just-"

"Hey, it's okay," you reassured him. "Listen, if you last five seconds but you enjoy it, then I'm happy." 

He laughed at that and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll aim for six then," he quipped.

You removed his boxers carefully, his cock was already hard. He groaned when your breath touched his bare skin. You suspected he was right, he wasn't going to last, so you tried to make it worth his while. 

You started by kissing his head, licking the drop of precum in a quick flick of your tongue. It made him shudder with pleasure - and it made you feel powerful, the effect you had on him.

"Let me know if there's something you don't like," you said, your right hand closing loosely around his shaft. He nodded. He was hardly moving and his hands were fisting the cushions of the sofa. "You need to breathe, Carm," you reminded him, your voice had turned husky. You took one of his hands and placed it on your head, his fingers intertwined around your ponytail and you heard him exhale. "Good."

You leaned forward again, kissing around his head, making the kisses open mouthed as you went, letting him get accustomed to the feeling of your lips on him. Your hand started pumping his length, softly, no rhythm to it yet, more a caress than anything.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he rasped, his hand holding tighter to your hair, loosening the ponytail when he massaged your scalp. You moaned against his skin, which made him writhe his hips in return. 

You opened your mouth, taking the first couple of inches of him. You couldn't deep throat, but he didn't seem to mind- your hand was pumping and making up for the rest of his length. He moaned and it made your pussy tingle. 

"You sound so pretty, Carmy," you praised. He chuckled, out of breath. 

You licked the length of his shaft, wetting it enough to help your hand glide easier. You took him again, a little deeper this time, not far enough to make you gag, just enough that he threw his head back in pleasure, the veins of his neck visibly pulsing and his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried in vain to breathe normally. It was all quick gasps and the occasional groan. That was enough teasing, you decided.

You started going back and forth, the rhythm of your mouth echoed with your right hand, the left rested on his knee. He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding tight.

"Please, don't- don't stop," he begged. His face was downwards now, looking you straight in the eye, his pupils were blown and his mouth hung open. "It feels so fucking good. Please, please..."

You sped up, hollowing out your cheeks, moving your left hand so that you were sinking your nails into the muscle of his tattooed forearm. Your underwear was wet with arousal and the sounds he made weren't helping, you pressed your thighs together to get some relief and ended up moaning on his cock.

"Holy fucking shit," he gasped. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna-"

You felt him twitch inside your mouth, every muscle in his body growing tense. He groaned over and over, going quieter each time, letting go completely. Salt covered your tongue in spurts and you did your best to swallow most of it, a little bit of it fell down the corner of your mouth. You slowed down, pumping him until he pulled you off his softening cock, mumbling something about "so good" and "too much". His hand let go of your hair and cupped your face, his eyes were glazed over and blissed out, a loving look to his sweaty face. 

"So fucking good," he managed to say in an exhale. His thumb cleaned the drop of cum off your chin - so carefully, so gently that it warmed your insides. "You're beautiful."

You laughed in disbelief but then you remembered how gorgeous he looked when he emerged from in between your thighs, half of his face completely wet, a turned on blush on his cheeks...

He pulled you up on his lap and kissed you senseless, his tongue caressing your tired lips, humming contentedly into you. You were both a mess: him naked from the waist down, you with your hair completely undone and your underwear soaked.

"Best birthday I've ever had," he said against your lips, his forehead to yours. "Thank you." 

You smiled. "You're welcome. Happy birthday, Carmy." 

~

You had slowly gotten used to sleeping in a bed that smelled like Carmy. Whether it was at your place or his, even if the sheets on his side were cold they still had a hint of salt, smoke, and his expensive aftershave. 

"Get a fucking grip," you reprimanded yourself in a low voice. 

Call me when you get home? 

You sent the text before you could chicken out. He wouldn't leave the restaurant for another hour or so, so you settled on the hotel room bed, the unfamiliar cream colored covers suffocating, the sound of a movie on the TV only making you more antsy. 

When the phone rang, it was a little before midnight. You were comfortable and warm - and completely awake.

"Hey, you okay?" Carmy's voice sounded raspy on the phone. 

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just- I couldn't sleep and-" you chuckled without a hint of humor. It felt silly: it was an overnight trip, you were staying at a nice hotel, and you couldn't sleep because Carmy wasn't there. It was so fucking silly. "Never mind. I'm okay, it's late. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Hey!" Carmy stopped you from hanging up. "Talk to me. What's up?"

"Fuck," you looked at the ceiling. "I don't know. Nothing bad happened. Actually, the estate sale went great. Uh. This lady had a big collection of dresses, fifties and sixties, beautiful pieces. And shoes! Just tons of them, barely used, Gucci and shit."

"And you got them?" Carmy asked, you could almost hear him frowning.

"Yeah! It's all good stuff and I think it will sell well too."

"That's good," he said, his tone soothing. "So, what's wrong?"

"Uh- I don't know," you repeated. "I came back to the hotel and it was so- just so fucking quiet and it feels wrong, you know?"

Carmy hummed in agreement. 

"I get it," he said after a beat. "When I got here, uh, the apartment was very fucking quiet too. Creeped me out a bit."

You sighed. Maybe it wasn't so silly.

"It helps, though," you said after a beat. "Talking with you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "How was your day?"

"It was absolute shit," he replied.

"Too bad I'm not there to fuck about it," you said. 

Sometimes, when Carmy's day was too bad to even talk about, you would fuck - hard and fast - and then talk about it. Hence, fuck about it. 

Carmy chuckled. "Yeah," you could hear him exhale as he fell heavily on the couch or the bed. "That would actually help a lot."

You bit your lip, feeling your stomach flip a little. "Um, Carm?"

"Mmm?"

"I know you said you hadn't been with anyone before me-" you prompted. "Does that mean you never had phone sex either?"

He coughed loudly on the other side of the line. You pictured him choking on his own cigarette smoke, a deep blush to his cheeks. 

"Sorry?" he asked after a moment.

"I mean that we can still fuck about it... If you want," you offered. "You know, you can say what you would like to do to me, or maybe tell me what I should do... That sort of thing."

"Uh," he hesitated. "I do- I'd like to try but I- I'm not good at playing pretend, you know? Never been, not even as a kid."

"If I do the talking? Would that be better?" 

"Maybe?" his voice sounded ragged but not just from coughing. 

"I've never, uh, taken the lead before but that would, like, even out the playing field, right?" you reasoned, your heart beating faster.

"What- what would that be like?" 

"I could tell you about the nice pajamas I'm wearing," you lowered your voice. "The blue ones?"

"With the shorts and the little bows?" Carmy asked. "You look good in those..."

You opened your legs, your free hand playing with the elastic of your shorts. 

"I wish you would take them off for me, Carm. I wish you would touch me like only you know how. I want your fingers inside me," he cleared his throat on the other side of the line. "Would you like to do that?"

"Yes," his voice was breathy, "I would, yes."

"I want you to do something for me, Carmy," you started teasing between your legs over the fabric of your shorts. "Remember when we first fucked? You closed your eyes and touched yourself to get hard again. Can you do that?"

"Yeah. Yeah," you could barely hear his intake of breath and it still made you shiver.

"You looked so fucking hot, I still think about it when I finger myself," you confessed. You could picture him clearly, the veins of his arms and neck bulging, his head thrown back.

"Shit..." he rasped.

"Can you hold the phone close, Carm? I want to hear you while you touch your cock."

"I want to hear you too... Ah, fuck!"

The sound made you curl your toes with anticipation. You got your hand inside your underwear and traced lines on your folds, caressing slowly.

"I'm already so wet," you said. "Are you hard for me, Carmy?"

"So fucking hard," he drawled and you moaned.

"What would you like me to do?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "If I was there, Carm, what would you like me to do?"

"Ri- Ride me," he managed. 

His breathing was a quick staccato that made your hand pick up speed, spreading wetness around your clit. You sat up on the bed, imagined Carmy underneath you, holding tight to your hips, your hands on his sculpted chest.

"How? How do you want me to- oh, God- ride you?"

"Just- hard," he groaned but it was a muffled sound, he was holding back. 

"Carm..."

"I want you to fucking wreck me," he blurted out.

If he felt like he had fucked up, like he had done something terribly wrong at the restaurant, he liked it to hurt a little, you knew that by now. Maybe the rhythm was punishing, maybe it was way too fast, maybe you denied him his orgasm for a while. Anyway, he was atoning. 

"I want you to touch you like I would, Carmy," you said. "Can you do that for me? Put lube on your hand, hold your cock tight, and go as fast as you can, okay?"

"Yes," it was barely a whisper. But suddenly you could listen - deep growls from way within his chest, rhythmic gasps that grew quicker and quicker. You struggled to catch up with him, your middle and ring fingers pumped in and out of you in tandem with his sounds. 

"Oh, fuck," he rasped. "I can hear it. Jesus Christ."

"It's not the same without you, Carm," you said honestly. Your hand was wet to the palm but you still wanted that fullness only he could make you feel. "I need you inside me, I need you."

"Oh, fuck!"

He got quiet for a second, then groaned a few times, your pussy clenching while he did. You were so close. He sighed into the speaker, relieved and spent - you wanted to be happy for him but you were still on the edge and desperate for release. You kept moaning.

"Have you come?" Carmy asked.

"Not yet," you managed to say.

"Shit."

"I'm close though. Just stay on the line, please."

You could feel it slipping out of your grasp. It wasn't enough to have him listen, you needed something to hold on to. You let out a needy whine.

He read your mind, and in that fucked out voice he said: "That was- holy shit- that was so, so fucking hot. You made me come and you didn't even touch me," you fluttered against your fingers. "Can’t believe you're mine. You're my good girl."

He had never called you that. That was it. The tension within you snapped and you could breathe again. Eyes shut and forehead to the duvet, you could almost feel Carmy's hands touching up your back, tickling at your sides. You let out a shaky laugh.

"Fuck, Carmy. Fuck," you repeated, something warm settling in your belly. 

"You okay?" he said. You had dropped the phone and you heard him far away.

You wiped your hand on your hip and settled back on the bed, tired and a little sweaty. You'd have to shower again in the morning but you found you didn't care right now.

"I'm okay," you replied when you could pick up your phone. "So okay. You?"

"So okay," he repeated with a chuckle. 

"Okay," you let out a big exhale. "Now tell me about your day."

~

You were at The Bear, it was late at night, the lights were dimmed down and there were no patrons. You turned around and found the place empty - ghostly and quiet. 

"Hello?" No one replied.

Now that you thought of it, you didn't know how you got there - couldn't remember, actually. But Carmy was suddenly there too, hands on his hips, wearing his pristine chef's whites. The blue of his eyes popped with the ambience lighting in a way that felt supernatural.

"Carmy," you called but he didn't move.

"On the table," he said brusquely, pointing with his head at the only piece of furniture left in the restaurant. There was no tablecloth or cutlery on it.

"What?" you asked.

"On the fucking table!" he yelled and you obeyed, sitting quickly on it, facing him.

"What's going on?" you asked.

He laughed - it wasn't his usual laugh, soft and floaty - it was a cruel sound, glass like. 

"What's going on, sweetheart, is that I'm going to fuck you, on this table, until you come three times," he said and it sent a shiver down your spine. "Or until you beg me to stop, whatever happens first."

You didn't say a word, you couldn't: he kissed you violently, biting on your lip and grabbing your throat. 

"Carmy, holy shit! Slow down," you pleaded when you parted to catch your breath. 

He stopped but only to spread your legs wide open, his fingers digging into your thighs forcefully, then going up your skirt. He leaned to whisper in your ear:

"You sure you want that?"

His voice was low, caramel like, delicious. You ran a hand up his chest, fisting white fabric, bringing him closer. 

"Good," he said. His fingers shoved your underwear to the side and teased mercilessly.

"Fuuuck," you whined as he made you melt in his hands. 

He was touching you just right, having you soaked and pliant so fast it left you dizzy. He thrust two fingers inside you and started pumping fast, his thumb circling your clit - you thanked your stars that you had showed him early on where it was. Your moans grew louder and longer.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked but it sounded like an order. 

You nodded frantically. 

"Are you gonna let me bend you over this table, fuck your pussy as hard as I want?" 

"Yes, please, fuck," you whined. 

Just before the knot within you could unravel, the bright light of morning rushed through the window and made you squeeze your eyes and cover your face. And suddenly you weren't at The Bear, you were at Carmy's place, warm in his bed. It was Sunday, you remembered.

"Oh, fuck," you mumbled. 

Carmy was right next to you, twisting to face you as he woke up too.

The mornings you shared were few and far between, the occasional day off, the days when you had to get up early to take a train for a sale out of town... They were precious, you loved to see Carmy with sleepy eyes, reaching out for you from under the covers. You smiled and stared at him. 

"Morning," you said, feeling a little weird about your dream. 

"Mornin'," he slurred with his eyes closed. "You sleep okay?" 

"Uh-huh," you tried to sound casual. "You?"

"Yeah," you let him pull you in closer, his nose brushed the side of your neck. And his hard on brushed your thigh. 

"Oh!" your heart raced - the one thing that still remained from your dream was the wetness between your legs.

"Shit," Carmy covered his face with his hand. "I'll, uh, I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it."

You cleared your throat nervously. "Actually-"

You didn't know where to begin so you simply grabbed his hand and showed him how wet you were, even through your underwear he could tell. His eyes widened.

"Wh- What- Why?"

"Uh, I dreamt of you," you said simply. 

"What about?" he asked. You shrugged. "I mean, if you liked whatever happened in your dream that much, we could..." he let the offer float. He had that curious look about him.

You bit your lip. It had been good, so good. But it made you feel a little embarrassed about the things that you wanted, what they meant about you.

"We were- Well, you fingered me and- yeah," you hoped he would be satisfied with that. 

"Oh," he sounded a little disappointed but he obliged. "Sure, we can do that." 

He scooted closer still, his hand and the way he moved was gentle and sweet. And completely wrong. You took his wrist and stopped him.

Carmy looked up in concern. "Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head. "I'll- I'll tell you about my dream but promise me you won't laugh," you pressed your hands on his chest. He nodded solemnly. "Even if we don't end up doing it because it's not your thing just- Don't laugh, okay?"

"I won't," he promised. 

"Okay," you took a deep inhale. "So I dreamt that we were at the restaurant. We were all alone, it was late at night and you- Well, you told me to get on a table and that you would make me come three times," you blushed furiously. "You kissed me and you fingered me. You said you would bend me over on the table and fuck me hard. And then I woke up."

"Shit," Carmy said.

"Yeah."

"Was I- Was I different?" he asked. 

"You were a little mean."

"And you were into it?" nothing about his tone betrayed disgust or revulsion.

"I didn't think I would be, but yeah," you replied honestly. 

Carmy ran a hand through his hair and stared at you for a little bit.

"You know I'm not good at the pretending thing," he said and you nodded. "But I think I can fuck you on the table until you come three times."

You felt like you had the wind knocked out of you. 

Before you knew it, you were both naked, kissing in the middle of his kitchen, his hands under your thighs as he placed you on the table. 

"I'm gonna need you to keep count for me," he said, lowering to his knees between your legs. That was the last thing he said before devouring you.

You knew Carmy was competitive but you didn't know it would extend to a dream version of him. He became laser focused: his only goal was to be a better lover than dream Carmy, make you come undone faster and harder than he ever could. Without preamble, he hooked two fingers inside you, curling non-stop, making you gasp for air. His mouth worked tirelessly licking and sucking at your clit, getting satisfaction every time you pulled at his hair. In minutes, he had you bucking your hips frantically, trying to fuck his face. You screamed and heaved and cursed, grabbing to the edge of the table for dear life. 

"How many?" he demanded once he got up from between your legs, wiping his face clean with his forearm. His voice sounded rough and you could see a glimpse of the cut-throat chef he used to be back in New York. You felt the aftershocks of your orgasm go through you one more time. 

"One," you replied.

He grabbed your hips and brought you down from the table, then flipped you over. You heard the condom wrapper hit the floor, then, immediately felt his breath on the back of your neck as he lined up his cock to your pussy. He wasn't careful before and he wasn't careful now, going all the way inside you in a swift motion. It was pleasure and pain in even measures, it was exactly what you asked for. Your knees trembled underneath you but Carmy held you upright. 

"Holy shit," was all you could say before succumbing to the rhythm of his hips against yours.

It was slow, purposeful. One of his hands played with your nipples while the other pressed on your clit. It was too much. You took the hand on your clit and placed it on your neck instead, remembering the way Carmy had kissed you in the dream, holding you possessively. Your Carmy didn't press at all, he caressed the column of your throat with careful fingers, kissed the side of it with devotion. It made you melt onto the tabletop. The feeling of your bare chest on the wooden surface and the sound of his hips clapping against yours turned you on even more. It took you by surprise when you started fluttering on Carmy's cock, your release almost gentle, a series of soft needy moans the only outer indication that you had come.

When you regained your bearings, your cheek to the table and your ass up in the air, you said with an unsteady voice:

"Two."

One of his hands soothed down your spine, a silent question being asked: Do you still want to go on? Can you do one more? You reached for his hand and squeezed it, using the strength you had left to get off the table and turn to face Carmy. He was a sweaty mess, curls falling on his forehead, red in the face from edging his orgasm to give you three. You didn't think you could love anyone more than you loved him right then.

"Carmy."

"I'm here. I'm right here," he maneuvered you gently to lay on your back over the table, his eyes on yours. You hummed contentedly. He lifted your legs, placing one on each shoulder and giving you a shy smile - you realized he had actually read the sex book you had bought him as a joke. You giggled. He didn't do anything in half measures. 

This time, his motions weren't calculated and cold. The tenderness when he soothed your back and caressed your neck had bled into everything else. His hips stuttered every now and then, his fingers touched your ankles gently, and his eyes were fixed on you. It was perfect. 

"I'm close," you whispered, one of your hands playing with your chest, the other reaching behind you to the edge of the table. You felt weightless. "You can let go, Carmy."

It was all a blur: the swirl of electricity down your body, the beautiful sounds that you made together, and the feeling of him falling on top of you. 

"Shit! I'm sorry I'm crushing you," he mumbled on your skin, his arms flexing as he lifted himself up. You looked up at him and cupped his face, the post-coital glow and the morning light making him look angelic.

"Thank you," you said and he smiled. "It was good, better than I imagined."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Right then, your stomach growled audibly. You covered your face with your hands, mortified. He peeled them off and leaned to nuzzle against your cheek. 

"Pancakes?" he offered in a whisper.

You laughed and turned your head to kiss the tip of his nose. "Yes. Please."

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[Part 4]

[ashwhowrites]

here we go again, sadly it didn’t send

id really like to read about eddie x girlfriend!reader who gets leg, knee & feet pain when walking for too long, too far or stand for big a big amount of time. i struggle with that & would really like to read how eddie would handle that.

imagine that they’re on a walk/hike with the kids & steve etc & they have to sit down after some time & always take a little rest. at one point mike gets annoyed & eddie gives him a speech about how painful the pain can get for his girl. he even carry’s her on his back so she can rest a little longer.

Omg! My knees are the exact same way. I constantly have to sit down

Small little hiking blurb. Flufffffff

When Dustin said he wanted to go for a hike with the whole group, Y/N planned to skip out on it. She knew her legs wouldn't be able to handle that and she didn't want to hold the whole group back, or even just Eddie.

But Dustin begged and begged for her to come. He loved having her around and he didn't want to deal with a pouting Eddie if she wasn't there. Then Eddie gave her the puppy eyes and she could never say no to Eddie.

But as they walked up another hill, she regretted saying yes. They've been on the trail for around twenty minutes so far, and she needed a break ten minutes ago. But she kept quiet, she figured she could power through as much as she could.

"Need a break, baby?" Eddie whispered as he walked next to her. Her hands were on her hips as she breathed heavily.

"No." She said quickly, but the pain on her face told Eddie otherwise.

"Hey, one sec! I need a break!" Eddie said, dropping himself right where he stood. The group stopped walking and sat down as well. She felt thankful Eddie asked for the break. She slowly sat down and stretched out her legs. The slight relief she felt caused a smile on her face.

Eddie held her hand and gave her a wink. She smiled as a thank you. The group talked about random things as they relaxed.

~~~

They've been walking for another twenty minutes, her knees and feet killing her again. She walked slower, causing her and Eddie to fall behind.

"GUYS WAIT! THEY ARE STILL BACK THERE." Dustin screamed, stopping the group from walking as they looked behind them. The group didn't say anything, all waiting patiently as Y/N and Eddie walked up to them.

"Think we could rest here for a second?" Y/N asked. She knew she wouldn't be able to take another step without bursting into tears. She sat down, and the group followed. She heard an annoyed sigh come from Mike but she brushed it off.

~~~

The group had been walking for around forty minutes, and she felt bad to ask for a break again. She hated that she had to stop under an hour every time. The group was making progress but slowly.

"Lunch time!" Eddie announced, helping Y/N walk over to a big rock. She sat down and slowly drank out of Eddie's water bottle. The group all sat down and opened a few snacks.

"Is it? Or does Y/N need a break...again." Mike said, his tone was snarky and mean. He huffed and sat down. Yanking out a bag of pretzels. The group glared at him but Eddie stomped over to him.

"Eddie," Y/N warned but he didn't listen.

Eddie snatched Mike's pretzels, standing over him.

"Hey asswipe, has anyone taught you respect? She has leg problems and this is hard on her. She did this for Dustin and Dustin only. So if he doesn't have a problem, then shut it." Eddie snapped, throwing the bag of pretzels on Mike's lap.

Mike gulped and sat quietly. The rest of the group sat in silence. But Dustin sent Y/N a happy smile.

"I'm happy you're here and doing the best that you can. Breaks are nice." Dustin said.

She smiled gratefully at him.

"Thanks, Dusty."

Eddie glared at Mike the whole time they took a break. Y/N kept nudging him but he refused to look away. Mike kept avoiding eye contact. When half an hour passed, Steve stood up.

"Ready?" Steve asked, looking at Y/N.

"Yeah." Truthfully, she wasn't. Her legs were done for the day but she didn't want to annoy anyone again.

"Time to walk back, think you'll be okay?" Eddie asked, looking down at her as he helped her stand.

"I'm not sure." She whispered, and the group started walking towards the parking lot. She eyed Mike and Eddie figured she was scared to ask again.

"Jump on," Eddie said, bending down as he turned around. She looked at him confused as he squatted in the middle of the woods.

"huh?"

"My back, baby. I'll carry you the rest of the way."

"Eddie no! That'll tire you out." She argued but Eddie wasn't taking it.

"Now." He demanded. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

She braced herself and jumped on his back. His arms were under her knees. It took them a second to get adjusted. But she felt so much relief not to be on her feet. Her hands were together in front of his chest.

"Let's go!" He cheered, racing to catch up. Her laugh caught the attention of the group. All looked back as Eddie ran up to them.

"See! No more breaks, Mike." Eddie sneered, using his girlfriend's foot to smack Mike in the back.

"Munson!" Y/N gasped, scolding Eddie as the group continued to walk.

"Nah, he deserved it," Max said, winking to Y/N.

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[got-ticket-to-ride]

hi sorry but do you have any soft mclennon moments to share too :') the post you made about 22 seconds of longing hurt oh my god

Sorry for the delay in reply anon. I'm actually just a corporate collar acting my way as a temporary secretary every hard day's night, jobbing like a dog, 8 days a week in an English garden to afford a tan in the rain.

Hope this finds you well! Here are 22 McLennon moments as compensation for Johnny's 22 agonizing seconds in the pining video.

1.) "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" scene when they both looked at each other at the same time. And the director had to pan out the scene because it would've been too straight. I know dilated pupils when I see it.

2.) Inviting your favorite boy to a solo trip to Spain but you stayed in Paris because it was so romantic, sharing a bed, picking out clothes for each other, slurping all the banana shakes, you know normal roommate things according to historians.

3.) Getting a solo invitation from a hot photographer and bringing along your best boy because you are attached to the hip and can't be separated.

4.) Their need to constantly touch each other

5.) Scene in Help (1965), where John is using all his strength to carry George and Ringo's weight and not crush Paul (because boyfriend things)

6.) Holding hands for mental support during a recording. (John is needy, please forgive him)

7.) Walking Martha like a couple in 1967 - outfits coordinated and all

8.) Impressions by people who met them:

"[John and Paul] sort of had their own way of communicating. Hardly anything was spoken, they just knew what the other wanted or was getting at and they had the most amazing talent."

"He was like a different animal with Lennon. When they were together they became something else, more than just the two of them together. That communication was incredible. It was like two high-speed computers just fizzing between each other."

9.) John is hiding his cigarette behind him, because he doesn't want to bother Paul with the smoke. (You know, boyfriend things).

10.) A portrait, king and princess up front. John's thigh just casually resting on Paul's (yet again).

11.) The spider fingers during a press conference, because they are actually both 12

12.) That very flirty jam session in Austria in 1965 that was cut short, but they probably continued after anyway

13.) The way they talk about the day they met sounds like "how I met the love of my life" Happy Honeymoon <3

14.) Quote from Emerick

The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing.

15.) When they answer each other's songs

Paul in Can't Buy Me Love: "If it makes you feel alright?"

John: "I Feel Fine"

17.) “I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight’ was met with the reply, ‘Sod off, Lennon.’” — Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964

18.) Paul looking at John like he wants to eat him later after finishing with "I'm a Loser"

19.) Giving instructions on how John's hair needs to "look"

20.) Paul acting as John's walking stick

21.) Paul's heart eyes during this 1966 conference (also that lip bite... eat you later?):

22.) John the worried boyfriend who checks on Paul in the middle of an interview and doesn't believe him when he just says : "oh, yeah..."

John internally: "come on now, why aren't you laughing at my joke babe? You're unwell!!!"

The Bottles over and out.

Thank you for this ask. This was quite fun! Would love to hear your thoughts too <3

[fishsticksloser]

Can i request rottmnt x female reader (separately) hc of reader who have a pet male turtle from the same type as their boyfriend and how the turtles (separately) react to it? Will they be proud, amazed or straight up jealous?

Pet Turtle

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: jealous turtles, fluff, aged up, swearing

A/N: Thank you for your 3 requests after I opened my requests again <3 I'm so happy! Do you like the names I gave the pet turtles :] Also in captivity alligator snapping turtles have been known to live up to 70 years!??? Does that mean Raph can live to be far over 100? How does that work?

Donnie

You had someone you wanted him to meet

So he was panicking, of course

Your parents? Your best friend?

So when he showed up to your apartment, he looked shaken

You looked him to your bedroom, which he's never been in

He sees a giant glass box with water and plants inside

This box took over an entire wall (Spiny Softshells get big)

"This... is Plato."

"Plato?"

He goes up to the box and sees a Spiny Softshell, basking under the heat lamp

"You have a pet turtle? Not just any turtle, but a Spiny Softshell... Like me?"

"Yeah, he's been my pet for... 15 years."

He's very confused

Why do you have a pet?

Why are you dating a humanoid version of your 15 year old pet?

"I...... What the fuck?"

He puts his hand in the enclosure and the softshell hisses, snapping at his hand

"Careful, Dee. He's aggressive."

"15? I've got 8 years on this guy."

Leo

"Hey, Leo? Can you come here?"

Leo came to your bedroom, stopping at the door and knocking

He's never been in your room, so he didn't want to overstep

"Come in."

He stepped inside and saw you feeding your pet

He didn't know you had a pet so he froze

"You can come closer, he doesn't bite... Well... He does sometimes..."

Leo came closer, seeing a turtle in your hand

"You have a pet turtle?"

"Yes, this is Apollo. My red eared slider."

"You've got to be kidding me..."

He watched as you pet Apollo's head, the turtle rubbing his face against your hand

"Been with me for 15 years."

15 years? That's 13 more years than he's had with you.

This was an outrage

Hold on... Why is he jealous of a turtle?

He's your man, your #1.

Still he couldn't shake his jealousy, watching you talk and pet Apollo

Mikey

You asked Mikey to come over

You told him that you wanted him to meet your pet

He was excited

Did you have a dog? Cat? Bird?

He was shocked to see a tank with water and plants

He didn't think of you as a reptile or amphibian person

You leaned over and picked up whatever was in the tank

"This is Monet."

"A box turtle?"

He held his hands out, asking to hold him

"Wow... He's pretty."

He really didn't know what to say

The turtle was very beautiful

You placed the turtle in his hands and he froze

"Are you okay, Mike?"

"He's just like me!"

Mikey looked up and smiled widely

He absolutely loves Monet

He comes over when you're not home sometimes to hang out with Monet

Then he learned Monet was 15

Blown away that you've had him for so long and didn't tell him

Raph

He was meeting someone important to you

He was dressed up, anxious about meeting whoever it was

He got to your place and you showed him to this pond outside your house

"What are we doing out here?"

"Raph, I'd like you to meet Popeye."

He looked where you were pointing and saw an alligator snapping turtle

He wasn't as big as he's heard they get, maybe half the size

"You have a turtle?"

"I've had him for 15 years."

He knelt down and Popeye rushes him

"Raph!"

You knew that Raph could take care of himself

But Alligator Snapping Turtles are very aggressive

Popeye tried biting Raph, but didn't have much luck

His arms were far wider than 5 inches (which is how wide they can open their mouths)

So it barely managed to pinch him

Raph laughed as Popeye continued to try and get a good hold

He had a feeling they'd be good friends

[mxrvelouss]

piggybacking off @lavendertom 's mike schmidt x reader fic again bc i want to post more wholesome **CLEAN** scenes that occupy my mind 😭

if you are a christian just trying to have some fun with your imagination on tumblr, let's be friends! 🫶🏻 it can definitely be hard trying to steer clear of any dirty stuff on this app LOL...just tryna be wholesome and silly

anyways here's this! but pls go read her fic first and give my bestie support bc this scene takes place after pt 4! 🤭🤭

wc: less than 1k

warnings: none! just some fluff hehe

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You got to Mike's house an hour earlier, just like he asked. When he opened the door, you noticed that his hair was damp and his face was clean-shaven. He also had a shirt on that you had never seen him wear before. it was a short sleeve black t-shirt, and it looked nice on him, considering he only seemed to wear sweatshirts. Ok, "nice" was an understatement. Mike looked VERY attractive, and the muscles bulging out from the tight sleeves was enough to make you blush.

"Hey," he said nervously as you walked in.

"Hi!" you responded as you set your things down, and then looked back up at him, expectantly.

"Did you, uh, finish all your classes alright?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. It confused you, but then you remembered that earlier in the morning, in Abby's fort, you mentioned that you had some classes that day.

"Oh! Uh, yeah! Thanks for asking," you replied. The silence was tense, but in a good way. You knew he liked you; but did he know you liked him?

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" you ask as the two of you make your way to the kitchen table. As you take a seat, he moves a chair directly next to you, and nervously clears his throat as he sits down. Your heart pounds.

"I just wanted to say that....I am so, so grateful for you." he pauses, looks at you with those deep brown eyes, and smiles. "I'm sorry for the way i was last night. I was just stressed with Abby and...and...y'know." He looks away, tears in his eyes, and continues.

"Anyways, I, uh, saw you in Abby's fort this morning and it just...it made me really happy. Thank you for being there for her, and for being the..." he hesitates, as if deciding what to say next. His next words are quiet and hoarse. "...for being the guardian that I can't be."

It felt like a punch to the gut.

He didnt feel good enough. He didnt feel like a good brother, a good son, a good parental figure for his sister.

You suddenly felt compelled to make him see that this wasnt true.

"Mike," you say intensely, gently touching his hand. He looks up at you with his eyebrows raised. "You... are doing EVERYTHING that you can for Abby, and you are doing amazing. She loves you so much, and she knows how hard youre trying."

You pause, trying to decide if you should say the next words on your mind.

You plunge ahead.

"And I know how hard you're trying, too. And it just makes me love you all the more." You lean forward, planting a kiss on his cheek. As you pull back, he looks at you, stunned, his cheeks flushed. Then, a grin. He smiles so wide that youre not even sure youre looking at Mike Schmidt anymore. He doesn't kiss you back- not yet, at least- but that look in his eyes, the look that he finally believes he IS doing enough, that HE is enough, is worth even more. ✨

[sugarsfics]

Crushing On The Babysitter

Summary: Eddie finally has the courage to ask out his crush. What happens when she is babysitting? Not just babysitting anyone, he little sheep. Those same sheep he just told that having a crush is force conformity.  

A/N: Hiiii I'm Sugar this is my first fic and so many more to come so enjoy;)

Warnings: Use of Y/N, fluff, horrible writing.

Word count: 1.0k

Eddie fake gags as he watches Lucas stare at Max with the biggest heart eyes ever. As he looks around the table, he sees that almost all the boys have their eyes on someone, except for Mike and Dustin who are arguing on who's girlfriends are better. “Boys!” he says as he slams his lunch box on the table. “ Have you all been taken in my the dark side of the female gaze” he continues “Yes they are nice to look at but would they really want to be with us, us freaks it is all just force conformity” Dustin pipes in “Well Mike and I do have girlfriends” “ Still not believing till I see them, but as I was saying before they want you to look to fall in love for you to buy them stupid crap and that money that you are spending to make your “lover” happy goes straight to the big man’s pocket, that is way I never had or never will have a crush” oh boy was that a lie. 

Eddie has been hung up on the same girl since 8th grade. Y/N L/N. Just like him you were an outcast, a nerd. Your older brother was the founder of Hellfire and was very welcoming to Eddie. Sophomore year, your brother graduated and passed on the torch to you. Eddie was head over heels for you but was too scared that you did not like him. Oh boy was he wrong. After having many talks with Uncle Wayne, he was ready to ask you out. He asks you to meet him in the Hellfire room but then he got the worst news of his life, he failed senior year. He spent the rest of the day in his van smoking and fell asleep. When he woke up it was 5 pm and ran out and the parking lot was empty, your car was nowhere to been found. He apologized the next day and asked to talk to you again tonight, but you were busy. He never got the courage again then you graduated leaving him behind.  

He got home we you on his mind, as if Uncle Wayne were reading his mind “You would never believe who I saw at the store today” “Who” “Y/N L/N” Eddie’s heart skipped a beat hearing your name “Really?” “Yeah, she said she has been in town for about a month-” “Do you know how long she is staying” “Boy I did not ask her 21 questions” Eddie got a ran to his room “What are you doing” Eddie comes out with a nicer shirt on, his wallet, and a letter “Doing something I should have done a long time ago.  

You have watched the boys every Friday and Saturday since they were 5. It was always Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will and you at your house or the wheeler’s basement playing D&D and watching movies. Even though you would have thought that you would stop watching the boys since they were now in high school but nope here there are. You plated the food for Mike, Dustin, and Lucas you almost grabbed a four plate out of habit for will, oh how you missed Will. Then the doorbell rang followed by rapid knocking. “Boys come eat” the three boys ran to the dining room. You open the door not excepting the person who was on the other side 

“Eddie?” he was frozen, how could you get more beautiful he thought. “Earth to Eddie” as you wave your hand in front of him. “Oh, sorry hi hey how are you” “I am doing great you?” “I am doing good oh oh these are for you” he brings beautiful boutique of red roses to your face. “Oh, wow thank you Eddie” “No problem I heard that they are the symbol of love so-” “EDDIE?” You both look behind you to see the boys staring at you guys. “Eddie what are you doing here with roses?" says mike Eddie’s face flushed a bright red “I- um – I – Well you see- I was-” “Boys go eat your dinner” “But-” “Now” they walk into the dining room but stay near the wall to hear you guys. “ I didn’t know you knew the freshman” “Yes those are my boys remember the littles one I used to babysit” “ Oh my god those are them” “Yeah isn't it crazy, but why did you stop by” “Oh yea well um listen so the night I stood you up I wanted to tell you something but then something happened, you the whole not graduating thing, then you got busy so um-” he spins and fishes something out of his pocket “ Here!” He gave you a letter. “What is this” “Read it, it will they you everything that I was going to tell you and so much more” he starts walking away until you pull his jacket “Stay, let me read it with you here with me” “Oh um yeah sure” he nervously laughs.

Dear Y/N I haven't got you out of my mind since the first day we met. I have been wanting to tell you this for so long but scared that your brother will banish me, or you just plain out would like me so here I goes. I really really really I could write so many really and it still would express how much I like you. You are funny, smart, beautiful, and so many more things and I really like you so much so will you give me a chance and go on a date with me? -Eddie M 

“Wow Eddie why didn’t you tell me this before” “I was too scared really” “Well that suck” “Sucks?” “Yeah because if you would have told me before you would have had yourself a girlfriend maybe now if you ask so kindly” “Wait really you like me too” “Duh” “Oh wow in that case Y/N L/N will you please let me, Eddie Munson, take you on a date and have the best night of your night” “ Yes” You make arrangements then kiss him on the cheek. The boys run to their seats as they are here the door closed “What” you look that the boys “Nothing” they say in unison. Oh boy were they going to tease Eddie Monday at school.  

[hutchersonsgurl]

DATE NIGHT NIGHT WITH MIKE PART 2

Next day

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it's noon what am I doing? Thinking about Mike last night and the magical time we had last night I was so caught up in my head that I wasn't paying attention to my customer hey are you okay? The guy questioned me oh yeah I'm fine I responded back to the customer I go put the order in with the chief and I delivered the food to the guy I looked up at the clock and realized that I still had a whole other hour to go ugh two hours passed by and other customers were coming in and out finally it was 2:00pm finally thank God I clock out and I grab my stuff and leave the restaurant as I walked outside I saw a dark-haired man sitting by the window as I got a closer look I found out it was Mike

Mike? What are you doing here? I asked Mike is sitting there with a flowers these are for my beautiful girlfriend mike says as he stands up and kisses my cheek oh my I didn't even expect to see you to later but this legit made my day I squeal in happiness and hugged him

I'm glad you like them Mike chuckles I love them but not as much as i love you I say as I kiss him we kissed for like it felt like forever what did I do to deserve you? I ask Mike I'm the one who should be asking you that babe Mike says as he takes my hand and walks me to his car okay lets get you home baby girl

He opened the car door for me and I got in his car and buckled my seat belt we headed to Mike's house

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Part 3 coming soon

Ps sorry for a short part have tons of homework to do

#sadgirlhours

No edits let me know if there is any needed

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

@nightmareglitter

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Nancy smoothed her skirt down and walked downstairs to wait. It was going to be her first official date with Eddie and Steve. She was a bit nervous and she hadn't exactly told her parents that she was dating both of them.

"Oh, Nancy, you look nice," Karen said when she entered the living room. "Do you have a date tonight?"

"Yes," Nancy beamed.

"Is it with Steve?" Mike asked, without looking up from his book.

"Yes," Nancy paused.

That was true. She was going on a date with Steve. She just left out the part where she was also going out with Eddie.

"Oh, that's wonderful. I'm so glad that you guys are back together," Karen beamed.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Nancy froze before moving to answer it. Holly beat her to it.

"I'll get it!" Holly exclaimed and opened the door. "Steve! Teddy!"

"Hey, there, Princess," Eddie said.

"Come on in," Nancy grinned.

"Why is Eddie also here?" Mike asked, putting his book down.

"Uh, because I'm also dating Eddie," Nancy said. "Surprise!"

"You're dating both of them?" Karen asked. "And you boys are alright with that?"

Eddie and Steve shared a look with each other before grinning.

"Yeah, well, we're also dating each other," Eddie said.

"Oh," Karen said softly, and then she smiled. "I don't really get it, but whatever makes you happy, Nance."

"As long as she's not keeping you boys in the basement," Ted said without looking up from his newspaper.

"Is that the bare minimum? And what the hell did he mean by that?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah, Mike used to keep El in their basement," Steve said.

"You mean my little sister?" Eddie asked, and Steve winced in realization.

"It was for her own good!" Mike exclaimed.

"Yeah, you and I are going to talk later. You're going to tell me exactly how keeping my little sister in your basement was good for her," Eddie said. "And then I'll decide if you should join Hellfire."

"Hellfire?" Mike asked.

"Oh, did I not mention? Eddie runs a D&D club at school. Anyway, we have to go," Nancy said.

"Oh, we got these for you," Eddie said. "We picked them out together."

Nancy smiled at the red and yellow flowers and let Karen take them to put them in a vase.

"Thank you," Nancy said.

"Have fun," Karen smiled.

Steve and Eddie held their arms out on either side of her. Nancy grinned as she took their arms, allowing them to lead her outside.

"I see we're taking Eddie's van," Nancy said.

"Only the best chariot for the best lady," Eddie said and paused. "Yeah, Steve asked if we could take my van, but he didn't say why."

"What do you have up your sleeve, Steve?" Nancy asked and Eddie snorted.

"You'll see," Steve said and opened the passenger door for Nancy while he climbed into the back.

He started giving directions to Nancy's favorite diner just outside of Hawkins. Steve ordered their food to go and then gave Eddie directions to a drive-in movie theater.

"Okay, now I understand why you told me to bring so many pillows," Eddie said as he propped open the van doors. "What are we watching, my leige?"

Eddie and Nancy settled against the pillows on either side of Steve, their food in their laps as the opening credits played.

"The Outsiders?" Nancy asked. "I love the Outsiders."

"Shit, me too. Good choice, Stevie," Eddie said.

"Really? I've never seen it," Steve said.

Eddie and Nancy gasped before staring at him.

"You've never seen it?" Nancy asked and Steve laughed.

"Of course, I've seen it. I've also read the book," Steve replied.

"Ass," Eddie grinned and elbowed him in the stomach.

Eddie snuggled further into him, and throughout the movie, he would dip his fries into Steve’s shake as payback. After the movie was over, Eddie closed the door as Nancy moved to straddle both of their legs as she talked about the movie. Halfway through their conversation, Nancy suddenly became aware that both of their hands were on her hip. She moved to kiss Eddie. Now that his nose was healed, she was able to kiss him without any problems. His lips were just as soft as she thought they would be. She broke the kiss, sharing a shy smile with him. Her lipstick was smeared across his lips, and he smacked them, cackling before pressing his lips to Steve’s. Nancy giggled as they kissed and watched Eddie pull back with a proud look on his face.

"I thought I would share," Eddie said, his lips still smeared with Nancy's lipstick.

"Thanks," Steve scoffed and wiped off the lipstick.

"My gift!" Eddie exclaimed and Nancy giggled.

"Idiots, the both of you," she shook her head.

"Probably should keep it PG anyway. I promised El I would give her all the details when I got home," Eddie grinned, and then his smile wavered briefly.

"What?" Nancy asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Nah, I'm fine," Eddie said.

"Eddie," Nancy said softly and pressed her hands against his chest.

"I don't want to bring this date down," Eddie whined.

"We won't push you, but we're here for you to talk to," Nancy said. "If you need to."

"Fine. If you're going to inflate your eyes at me like that," Eddie sighed. "Joyce wants to move to California, which is perfectly understandable considering everything that happened. I don't blame her for wanting to get the hell out of Dodge. However. . .she wants to take El with her."

"Does El know?" Nancy asked.

"I haven't talked to her yet. I know I need to, so she can make her own decision, but I've been putting it off because what if she decides to move to California?" Eddie asked. "I mean, I just got her into my life."

"She could surprise you. She could choose to stay," Nancy said.

"Yeah, I've seen the way she is with you. She looks up to you," Steve said.

"I have no clue why," Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You'll never know until you talk to her," Nancy said.

"I know, I'm just afraid of losing her," Eddie said. "Look at me, this date is supposed to end on a happy note."

"Well, it's a good thing that the date isn't over," Steve said. "Let's go to the quarry."

"And we're just going to pretend like that was something you were always going to do?" Eddie asked, and Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie pulled up the quarry, and the three of them climbed up on top of the van to watch the sun go down. It was completely quiet as they watched the sky turn dark and fill with stars.

"They almost look like diamonds," Eddie muttered.

"Lily doesn't like diamonds," Nancy said. "She says they're a scam."

"Wow, I should have known that you would find a way to bring her up," Eddie teased.

"What? I don't talk about her a lot, do I?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, kind of," Steve said.

"She's just so - ,"

"Awesome. We know," Steve and Eddie grinned.

"One would think you had a crush," Eddie said.

"One would be wrong," Nancy said.

"There's nothing wrong with having a little crush, Nancy," Steve said.

"Yeah, especially in positions of power like this where it's clearly a one-sided puppy crush. It just means you admire her is all," Eddie grinned.

"Okay. Maybe I do have a bit of a crush," Nancy blushed.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you!" Eddie gasped and clutched his chest. "I am wounded!"

"You're an idiot," Nancy laughed and shoved him.

Eddie collapsed dramatically and fell into her lap.

"How do you make being called an idiot sound like such a compliment? Call me an idiot again, Nancy Wheeler," Eddie said.

"You're an idiot," she said, putting more affection in her voice.

Eddie grinned and put his feet into Steve’s lap as he nestled his head further into Nancy's lap.

"You're going to fall," Steve said.

"Ah, you'll be there to catch me, big boy," Eddie said.

"Not a chance," Steve scoffed.

They fell into silence again as they watched the stars twinkle above, hoping nothing rose up out of the darkness to grab them.

"Stay gold, Ponyboy," Eddie whispered.

Chapter Fourteen

[cazperx-x]

Hello there!!! May I request a suuuper fluffy piece for Gareth? Maybe where you’ve been friends since you were little, and you both love each other but think the other doesn’t (so cliche I know but it makes my heart happy) and the hellfire boys are tired of it so they do their best to get y’all together and adorable-ness ensues? If possible, thank you so much!! 💕💕💕

Thanks so much for the request!

Honeysuckle

Gareth Emerson x Fem!reader

Summary is basically the request

1.3k words

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"So close! Try again!" You giggled as Gareth missed for what had to be the 100th time. 

It was lunch, and Gareth had been trying to throw a tater-tot in your mouth the entire time. The rest of the table was audibly groaning, and Mike had a very readable look of disgust on his face. 

"Are you sure they're not dating and just very, very bad at hiding it?" Dustin whispered to Eddie. 

"Sadly, I'm sure. "

"Are we gonna do anything about it?" Lucas questioned. 

"Please do something, I don't think I can watch this for much longer without vomiting," Mike muttered.

"You're right. Freshmen, it's time to get the childhood best friends together once and for all." Eddie smirked. 

“God they’re such a cliché,” 

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The boys spent the rest of the week trying to get you and Gareth together, like sticking notes in you or Gareth’s lockers (turns out you two already did that) and saying it was from the other or making comments whenever Gareth called you a pet name. 

“What's up buttercup?”

“Buttercup? Doesn’t that sound like something a boyfriend would call a girlfriend?”

“Shut up Lucas.”

It got to the point where Eddie even got your friends outside of Hellfire involved. 

“Look, Y/n, all I’m saying is I see the way he looks at you. And c’mon, he calls you stuff like “Honeysuckle” and “Lovebug” Isn’t it obvious?” 

“Since when have you been one to play matchmaker Alex?” 

“Whatever. Just saying.”

None of their tactics were working, so by the end of the week, the boys devised a much more straightforward plan.

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You worked at the local arcade, right next to family video.

Just before your shift ended, a familiar boy ran in, out of breath. 

"Wheeler? Did you run all the way here?" You chuckled. 

"L/n! Uhh, yes actually. Last minute change. There's a hellfire campaign starting tonight that we need you to sub for because Lucas had a last-minute basketball thing. It starts at 8 pm." Mike practically wheezed, still out of breath. 

" ’Kay, I’ll be there. But you realize you could've just called right-?"

"...Shit."

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You walked up to the clubroom, only to see a giddy Eddie, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas waiting outside the room. 

"Hi! Are we supposed to go into the clubroom or..?" You questioned, feeling as though something was off.

"It's a common tradition that the Dungeon Master enters the room last." Dustin quickly explained. 

"Well, then why are you guys out here-?"

"Eddie gets lonely out here," Lucas said, patting Eddie on the shoulder. "So we wait with him."

"Yep," Eddie said through gritted teeth. 

"Lucas? Wait if you're here who am I subbing for?"

"Just get in the room." Mike practically screamed, before pushing you in. 

You stumbled into the room, which as far as you knew was not set up for a DnD game. There were light candles, dim lighting, rose petals sprinkled on the table and floor, and... Gareth. 

"Helloo?" You awkwardly asked more than said, which made Gareth jump. 

"Oh hey!" he waved before his eyes widened. "I-I see how this might look, and I promise I didn't set any of this up. Mike shoved me in here and locked the door. I mean we're just best friends! Nothing romantic." Gareth quickly explained, his voice uneasy.

“Oh yeah. O-of course.” 

Soon you heard the door click and realized you’d both been locked in. 

“ L/n, Gareth has something to tell you. Something verryyy important.” Eddie shouted, emphasizing the word very.

You quickly turned to Gareth, whose face was bright red. “I-I don’t know what Eddie’s talking about.” He stuttered out before practically running to the door and banging on it. 

"What the fuck are you doing Munson?" 

“Sorry Gareth, this doors not unlocking until you tell L/n what's been bugging youuu.” Eddie said in a sing-song tone. “Oh, and I'm sure L/n'll have something pleasant to say about it. Now I’m taking the freshmen for a drive, by the time we get back you better have told each other what you need to.”

Gareth groaned and fell against the door as you both heard footsteps walking away. There were a few minutes of comfortable silence as you walked around the clubroom and Gareth just sat by the door with his head in his hands. 

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, your heart was beating a mile a minute. You and Gareth had been best friends since you were both six when he was trying to skateboard and nearly crashed into you while you were biking. 

“Watch it, nerd!”

“Sorry, princess.”

“I’m not a princess, nerd.”

“Oh yeah? Then what are you and why are you riding a pretty pink bike?”

“I’m Y/n L/n. And this is a hand-me-down from my sister.”

“ I’m Gareth Emerson. I got this skateboard for Christmas.”

"Well you need to keep practicing buddy."

"I bet I'm better than you!"

"Let me see the skateboard, nerd."

You couldn't help but smile to yourself while thinking of the day you two met, and other childhood memories. When you skipped school to goof off at the arcade, all the sleepovers, or that one time you slipped down a muddy trench during an especially rainy spring and Gareth found you in the pouring rain and helped you home. You figured that was the day you fell in love. Your parents didn’t even notice you were gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You'd been zoned out for who knows how long, trapped in the clubroom for even longer.

“Helllooo? Princess?” Gareth’s voice was soft, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Augh, I told you to stop calling me that.” You rolled your eyes.

“Did you even hear what I said?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I asked why your smile is so pretty,” he said matter of factly like there was no doubt about it.

“W-what?” You stuttered, his sudden complement catching you off guard.

“Why is your smile so pretty?” Gareth tilted his head like a dog while giving you puppy dog eyes. God that man was the human embodiment of a golden retriever. 

The most you could do was shrug before burying your head in your hands, afraid you were blushing. 

“I’m sorry.” Gareth’s voice was barely a whisper, so quiet you were surprised you even heard it. 

You looked up to see Gareth shaking his head, looking away from you and off to the side.

“Sorry for what?”

“Everything.” 

You frowned and walked over to him, sitting down beside him. 

“Well, what’s everything?”

“All this.” He motioned to the room. “Promise?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Promise what?”

“You’ll still want to be my friend after this? After the shocking news I'm about to reveal?”

You giggled and nodded. “I’ll never not want to be your friend Gareth Emerson. Promise”

“Okay, good cause I’ve like… had the biggest crush on you since we were eight.” When the words were out of his mouth, Gareth brace himself as if he was expecting something catastrophic to happen, or you to slap him. 

Instead, you smiled and cupped his face in your hands. 

“Can I kiss you?”

Gareth nodded, his face turning a light shade of pink. 

You softly pressed your lips against his, and he moved you closer. 

Close. This was as close as you'd ever gotten. And as close as you wanted to be, yet still not enough. 

Gareth pulled away, a big goofy grin on his face. 

“Well, you have me beat Emerson.” You giggled. 

“Hm?”

“I think I’ve had a crush on you since the trench incident which was when we were…” you trailed off, trying to remember the exact age. 

“Ten.” Gareth quickly finished the sentence for you.

“Yeah, yeah ten.”

“So that means I win by two years.” He smugly declared. 

You rolled your eyes with a grin and shook your head. 

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Gareth acted like he was thinking about it for a moment. “Sorry, lap privileges are reserved for my gorgeous girlfriend.” He teased. 

You pouted, crossing your arms. 

“I could be your girlfriend.”

“I’d love that.” 

“...Can I sit in your lap now?”

Gareth chuckled, before patting his lap and putting his arms out. “Come here honeysuckle.”

[thecursivej]

SOTU - 2024

Well, I'm forcing myself to watch the State of the Union while I grade speeches, so I figured I'd record my reactions and thoughts here.

Do I hope for the words "Immediate Ceasefire"? Absolutely. Will we get them? Looking at the track record, probably not. But I remain optimistic because otherwise I'd be six feet under by now; ANYWHO here is a list of my reactions/thoughts/general feelings of the evening's watch.

I do want to give a point of clarity: I technically am identified as a democrat; truly, I'm a socialist, but seeing as how the U.S. is stuck in this godforsaken two-party-system, that is where I am. Though both sides have me feeling very french-revolutionary-esque.

Of course the first thing I see if MTG rifling through her purse on screen. I quite literally despise her.

AP is discussing Ukraine's need for weapons and funding; I would truly rather us align with Ukraine than Isr@el. I will stand unapologetically firm for Palestine and Ukraine.

Who is actually in the cabinet? I know Blinken, Garland, and Buttiegeg. Damn, wish he was running again. Would rather have him than Biden.

How insane is it that the Sec. of Defense didn't even let the White House know that he had to go in for surgery because of cancer. Like, that's just bonkers to me.

Republicans truly look like fucking robots right now. No warm greetings, no hellos, simple nods.

Republicans out here wasting fucking time with that impeachment of Mayorkas. Like how about we house the homeless populations with the money they wasted on this circus.

Oh funky fresh look at the Ultra-Mormon(TM) Mitt Romney.

MTG with that stupid fucking MAGA hat on is just... disgusting. Like this bitch is crazy.

Okay Joe, speed it up down the fucking aisle please. I got papers to grade.

Lowkey Joe looks like he might have had a five-hour energy drink with that big-ole look in his eyes.

I do appreciate that Joe still smiles and is kind to MTG. She truly doesn't deserve it.

Okay this is getting just a wee bit too monarchy for me.

MTG holds up a button saying "Laken Riley..." (couldn't read the rest). Riley was a 14 year old girl murdered by a man who was an illegal immigrant of venezuela, and instead of handling this situation with grace, empathy, and love; MTG and others seem to be capitalizing on her death to push their anti-immigration rhetoric.

Okay, cool selfie skills Joe, but let's get on with it.

ALSO HOW IS JOE BIDEN GONNA BE SO IN DEPTH WITH TECH AND "Savvy" WITH IT WHEN MOTHERFUCKER WANTS TO BAN TIKTOK!? Hello?!

BERNIE AND RAPHAEL! I feel like I haven't seen these guys in 10 million years.

Oh thank god we're starting.

Aww the little hand shake thingy he does with Kamala makes my heart happy.

Did Joe just yell "tony"?!

Wow, even got some republicans clapping for him (probs not a good thing but here we are)

Okay, good bit of humor at the top; and a throwback to the 40s. Funky fresh.

Yeah we ain't living in ordinary times for damn sure.

Interesting point of democracy being attacked here in the U.S. AND Internationally. (Mentions Ukraine and Putin; no word on Gaza yet).

Someone busted out a Ukrainian flag and shook it; rock on.

OH SHIT HE GOT MIKE JOHNSON TO CLAP!

Appreciate the insistance that the U.S. won't send troops to UKR.

Good use of Reagan to connect with the Repubs; and compare to the predecessor (aka Tr*mp).

Mike Johnson nodding instead of clapping about the predecessor comment, trying to save his ass in Orange Man's eyes.

Welcome to NATO, Sweden!

If there is one thing that should connect Democrats and Republicans; it's hatred for Putin. Yet there's a mix of Repubs standing in agreement and sitting to back up the predecessor's comment on Putin doing "whatever the hell he wants"

Talking about Jan 6. What breaks my heart? My parents still believe it wasn't an insurrection. Yikes on Bikes for me.

The line "You can't love your country only when you win" hits hard and even got Mike Johnson to applaud in agreement.

Foreign AND Domestic. Need a hefty focus on that with the right-wing republican group (@ MTG, Gaetz, Cruz, etc.)

Discussing IVF in Alabama; good connection to the overturning of Rowe v. Wade. It sucks that Republicans HAVE THE POWER to protect IVF nationally but shot the damn bill down not even a week ago.

ABORTION IS A HUMAN RIGHT. BODILY AUTONOMY IS A HUMAN. FUCKING. RIGHT. (@ The Missouri Senators who support taking away bodily autonomy).

WOMEN AREN'T WITHOUT ELECTORAL AND POLITICAL POWER; WE ABOUT TO TURN UP IN FORCE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Bring back the strats from the 1900s; time to use our power and go bonkers.

Someone get Joe a glass of water please. Motherfucker looks a bit parched and keeps coughing. I get that when my throat goes dryyy

Can Biden not restore RvW? Can he not by an executive order make RvW the law of the land already?

Revisiting COVID's start from 2020 (Next week is the four year anniversary since the global pandemic).

PFFT idk who just yelled "LIES" but that was comical AF.

Well, the pandemic still controls a big part of our lives... so...don't agree with that shit.

Man, everyone sitting-and-standing must be getting a HELLA calf work out.

Sure, unemployment is down and new jobs are built; but corporate greed is quite literally killing us. Can Congress or Biden do something, damn it?!

Are we beginning to feel it, though? Are we feeling good economics? I doubt we are.

Good job pointing out how both parties have failed to buy american products, but how this admin has established that.

There's a good two rows of Republicans who stand in applause; but the rest just... sit there. Like robots. It's freaky as fuck.

Joe is actually doing pretty great with the flow of this speech. Only a couple of stumbles, but overall pretty gucci. (He'd get a 9/10 on delivery in my public speaking class).

God these fuckers are really gonna make me run for office at this damn point.

Removing poisonous lead pipes... but there's still a water crisis in Flint, Biden. Like, what the fuckeroni do you mean?

Yes, let's invest in family farms; lets stop selling our farmland (especially in Missouri) to foreign countries (@ China buying up TONS of Missouri Farmland).

I love that the UAW president is here, because he straight up is my kind of people. Dude wears eat-the-rich shirts and calls out the unethical-ness of billionaires.

UAW President pointing to Biden saying "It's you!"; nah dawg, it's you Sean.

MIDDLE CLASS DID BUILD THE COUNTRY AND UNIONS BUILT THE MIDDLE CLASS MOTHER FUCKERS!!!

Yes we get back up but right now...we might be getting more french revolutionary-esque if y'all don't stop PLAYING WITH OUR LIVES.

Oh jesus not the 4-more-years chants.

Oh now we talking about the future

YES PLEASE END TRICKLE DOWN ECONOMIES.

Says he's not anti-corp; but points out how trickle down economics has only helped the wealthy.

Yeah, how the fuck does it hurt the wealthy to pay just a weeee bit more in taxes? Like dawg, what are you gonna do with another million? What's the point?

Ooooh is Biden about to rope the repubs into some bipartisan shit? Please do.

What is Republicans huge issue with capping insulin? Truly? Who does it harm? Billionaires still get billions.