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cosmicanakin · 5 months

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full of surprises.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. helping vinnie in the garage, your knowledge, and skills with cars over the years come to surface, unveiling a secret you'd kept hidden.

contains. fluff, explicit language, smut, thigh riding, fingering, pinv, & breeding kink mentioned.

authors note. while i was scrolling through pinterest, i fell down a rabbit hole of photos of vinnie working on cars. and it inspired me to write. <3

the soft clanking and muttered curses drifting from the garage pull you away from your mindless scrolling on your phone. you glance at the clock, noticing it's past midnight already. vinnie told you he'd be done working on his by now but it seems he's hit another snag in repairs.

sighing, you slide off the couch and pad down the hallway. vinnie's bent over the open hood distractedly turning a wrench, smears of grease decorating his gray tank top and forearms in a way that makes your heart flutter. you admire his toned physique for a moment, always loving when he gets hands on.

“any luck, babe?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him. vinnie jerks up with a grimace, rubbing the back of his neck. “ah, no not yet. this damn fuel pump is being a real pain in my ass. i've replaced every other part but it just won't prime right.”

he kicks the tire in frustration earning a soft chuckle from you. striding over, you stand on your tiptoes to peer into the engine compartment. years spent helping your dad under the hoods of countless vehicles have given you more than a casual understanding.

“mind if i take a look?” you inquire, already sliding some gloves from the table beside you. vinnie gapes at you in disbelief. “i had no idea you knew about cars, babe,” disbelief colors his tone but you can also detect a hint of thrill at discovering another layer to you.

“my dad always said it's a good skill for any woman to have. now scoot over, let me see what's going on.” vinnie readily obliges, interest overtaking his previous annoyance as you step into his place. running an analytical eye, you soon spot the issue.

“ah, there's your problem. the fuel filter is badly clogged, no wonder it can't draw fuel properly. just needs a replacement, should clear it right up.” you declare confidently, removing the filter to examine. vinnie peers over your shoulder in amazement.

“damn baby girl, you never cease to surprise me. i'm seriously so impressed right now, you've got me feeling all kinds of things.” he purrs against your ear, hands sliding around your waist from behind. a shiver runs down your spine at his breath on your skin but you maintain focus, humming thoughtfully.

“flattery will get you everywhere mister, now hand me the socket so i can get this fixed,” you demand gently, holding a hand back expectantly. vinnie hurriedly passes you the tool, enthralled by your take-charge demeanor. within minutes the new filter is installed and you're reassembling the compartment.

flicking your gloves away, you turn to face vinnie's adoring gaze with a smile. “alright big man, give her a start, and let's see if that did the trick.” he grins, pressing a swift kiss to your lips in thanks before jumping into the driver's seat.

the cars roars to life on the first try, rumbling smoothly without any hiccups. vinnie whoops loudly, leaning out the window with glee. “fuck baby, you're amazing! that was the perfect fix. come here, i gotta give you a proper reward.”

giggling, you allow vinnie to tug you into his lap as he's sat in the driver's seat. his mouth latches onto your neck desperately, hands roaming your sides. “i'm so turned on by how smart and skilled you are. drives me crazy knowing you could probably rebuild this engine from scratch if you wanted,” he growls between kisses.

heat pools low in your belly at his adoring praise. you slide his hands up under your shirt, craving his touch. “mhm, maybe i will someday just to watch you swoon. but for now...” twisting, you capture vinnie's lips hungrily.

he sighs into the kiss, deepening it instantly as his tongue delves between your parted lips. you rock against his firm thigh. vinnie groans, hands gripping your hips to guide your movements.

“fuck, i need you so bad y/n. let's take this inside, i wanna worship your perfect body properly.” he breathes heavily, pupils blown wide with want. you nod eagerly, already scrambling from his lap toward the house. vinnie follows, hastily towing you the rest of the way by your wrist.

as soon as the bedroom door clicks shut he's pinning you against it feverishly. your shirt disappears followed by his as he assaults your collarbone with rough kisses and nips. a gasp escapes your throat, grabbing handfuls of his hair to encourage the delicious treatment.

vinnie hikes your legs around his waist, lifting as if you weigh nothing at all. the hard line of his erection presses relentlessly against your core through the multiple layers still separating you, seeking friction. you grind down needily, desperate for more contact.

“slow down, baby, ‘m not going anywhere,” he pants, carrying you to the bed and laying you out like a feast. vinnie quickly divests the rest of your clothing, gazing in awe at your naked form beneath him.

“so perfect, and all mine.” his worshipping words steal your breath, stomach clenching deliciously. when his mouth latches onto a pert nipple to suckle, you cry out loudly at the exquisite sensation.

vinnie takes his time lavishing each breast and curve of your body with wet kisses and love bites, mapping every sensitive spot until you're writhing and begging for more. finally his fingers dip to your dripping core, circling your swollen clit teasingly.

“fuck vinnie!” you babble, back arching off the mattress at his feather light touches. he chuckles darkly, sinking two digits into your cunt. “you take my fingers so well babygirl. bet you'll feel even better wrapped around my cock though, what do you think?”

a choked moan is your only response, eyes rolling back as he pumps his fingers leisurely. vinnie slowly adds a third, stretching your entrance deliciously full. his thumb rolls firm circles over your clit in time, driving you to the edge at an agonizing pace.

just as your orgasm begins to crest, he removes his hand entirely leaving you keening. vinnie stands to remove the last of his clothing, hard length jutting proudly from his slender hips. the sight alone could make you cum but he hasn't given permission yet.

crawling back over you, vinnie slots his cock against your dripping entrance and leans down to claim your mouth in a filthy kiss. “gonna make you feel so good y/n, fuck you senseless until you can't remember your name. that's what you want isn't it?”

you whimper desperately, nodding fervently against his lips. “please, i want to feel you so deep inside me. use me as rough as you like, i'm yours baby.” his restraint snaps, and with one powerful thrust, he's fully seated to the hilt within your clenching heat.

you cry out loudly at the relentless stretch, walls spasming deliciously around his girth. vinnie groans deeply, staying locked in place to adjust before beginning a punishing rhythm of hard, deep strokes. his hips snap violently, balls slapping your swollen flesh with each impact.

all you can do is hold on for dear life, nails raking down his sweat slicked back as he fucks you into oblivion. vinnie pistons his hips with animalistic drives, pounding directly into your most sensitive spots unerringly. a constant litany of filthy praises tumble from his pretty lips, only spurring you nearer the edge.

“fuck you look gorgeous taking my fat cock sweet girl, your pussy was made for me i swear. gonna fill you up, have your belly swollen with my babies, you want that pretty girl? want me to come inside you while i fuck my name out of that beautiful mouth?”

the depraved imagery plunges you over at last, walls constricting vinnie's member in a vice grip. your orgasm tears through you with ruthless intensity, eyes rolling back as you scream his name. he chases his own release, fucking you through the aftershocks until spilling deep within your quivering channel with a guttural groan.

collapsing together in a sweaty heap, you trade sloppy kisses and whispered ‘i love you's’ while coming down from ecstasy. vinnie curls around your sated form protectively, pressing sweet affection into any skin he can reach.

“you never cease to amaze me y/n. i love how full of surprises you are, constantly keeping me on my toes. and damn do i love when you take charge like that, so fucking hot.” he sighs contentedly, nuzzling your hair.

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yeostars · 22 days

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I Hate You, I Love You.

-kang yeosang<3

○ pairing- yeosang x reader ○ genre- academic rivals to lovers! early relationship scenario, basically a snippet into the times when two rivals get into a romantic relationship after finally confessing their undying love to eo (ahem, they still hate eo too, though) ○ warnings- none? slight 18+ scenes but they don't actually do IT haha ○ synopsis- sooo this one is the epilogue for my rivals to lovers yeo fic (down bad, but at what cost?) . basically this one is a study session turned into a pillow fight turned into an intense makeout session ;) i've tried my best to write this one even better than the actual long fic so i really hope y'all enjoy reading this. likes, reblogs, comments and follows are always immensely appreciated <3

"Huh, to be honest, your room isn't half bad. Really." You admit, peering at every little thing your eyes land upon, in this giant, spacious room.

"If that was meant to be a compliment, thanks." Yeosang snorted, right behind you, watching you take everything in.

This was your very first time visiting your boyfriend's slash academic rival's room. Infact, it was your first time coming to his house itself. Saying that you were nervous was an understatement, but somehow you seemed to be relaxing in yeosang's presence by now.

The fact that no one except the both of you were present in his house right now, also relaxed you quite a lot. Yeosang's parents had gone shopping and his elder sister was hanging out with her friends. Yeosang, being the smartass he is, grabbed this perfect oppurtunity and ideal day to invite you over, to get your assignments done.

Yeah. to get those damn assignments done. nothing else, probably, right...? although you wished you were lying, as you thought about how amazing it would be, to make out with yeosang on his bed.....

It had been roughly a month since the both of you started dating now, and it seemed like neither of you wanted to rush things. But if either you or yeosang made the first move, the latter would passionately reciprocate it.

"I mean it, your room is much more spacious than i imagined it to be. And also, so clean.... bet it isn't normally this clean." You said, chuckling, as your hand gently patted and felt the soft matress bed sheets.

"Well, not gonna lie, i did clean it up cuz you were gonna come over, You should be grateful." He joked, carefully picking up your bag and placed it on one of the extra chairs around his study table.

"Should i touch your feet or something? Geez, thanks for cleaning your room, i guess." You let out, suddenly stopping in your tracks to stare at the mini posters stuck at the wall.

Yeosang noticed you staring at those posters at the wall and stood right besides you. Good thing it wasn't something embarassing- or else he would've torn all those posters than bear all the teasing from you.

"Seriously, yeo? Math symbols, geometry shapes, equations and formulas..... you know what, i am not even surprised, you math freak." You grinned, turning to look him directly in the eye.

"So what? I am working to be the best mathematician of the next century, Gotta make sure to look like one." He replied, sounding quite proud.

"Might as well wear printed t-shirts with mathematical formulas all over it, My anti-math ass could never. I might throw up if i stare at those posters again." You said, giving those posters one last glance.

"You and your dramatic ass, y/n.....well, take a seat, if you're done exploring, and lets get these assignments done." Yeosang murmured, taking hold of his own bag, as he bought it towards his huge study table.

You sat at the chair farthest to the window, where sunrays seemed to be shining beautifully at the ends of the study table. Yeosang sat right besides you, eliminating the third chair and reduced any distance present between the both of you.

You ignored your heart beating loudly in your chest, quietly placed your books and pens on the table, and peered at yeosang doing the same.

"Well then, lets get started? As we promised each other, you're gonna help me if i have any difficulty in maths and I'm gonna do the same for you in science. Hope that offer still stands." You said, not quite maintaining eye contact with him, choosing to stare at those books in front of you instead.

"Hmm, alright. Lets get this done as quickly as possible." Yeosang said, already getting started with his work.

Around 40 minutes passed, the both of you working in peaceful silence, and even if you asked each other about a certain question or concept, the atmosphere between the both of you was still, peaceful. calm. not chaotic- and that's where is started to feel slightly...wrong? This had to be the longest time you've both spent in each other's presence without teasing the hell out of each other or bickering.

You couldn't help but steal quick glances towards yeosang's direction, admiring his concentrated self, how unbelievably hot he looked even when he was literally just, studying. When he furrowed his eyebrows cuz he probably didn't understand something, or when he mindlessly spun his pen as he read content, you wondered how you even managed to have a boyfriend as attractive as him.

You stretched your arms quickly, leaning back toward the chair, stifling a yawn. You were quite tired now, but you still had one topic left. You glanced at yeosang, and he looked quite tired himself, too.

And besides, things felt too boring, between the both of you, right now. You wanted to spice things up a bit, get him to kiss you or something.... but how?

"I'm taking a quick break." You announced, getting up from your chair, heading towards the giant bed, sitting comfortably at the edge.

Yeosang spun his chair to face you, and just blankly stared at you as you scrolled through something on your phone.

"What, tired already?" He asked, having the audacity to ask you this while looking much more exhausted than you.

"You look like you're about to pass out, right now. Take a break along with me." This wasn't a request, it was an order. You wanted both of you to feel fresh and relaxed before you started working on the final topic to finish your assignments.

Yeosang didn't argue further, simply closed his books and joined you, on his bed. He mirrored your position, sitting quite distant from you, but you could still feel his feet brushing yours..

You sat there, feeling extra comfortable because of the giant, soft pillows behind you. Yeosang suddenly grabbed one of those pillows behind you and you glanced at him, quirking an eyebrow and met his gaze, which looked quite mischievous and playful...typical yeosang.

"Ever been in a pillow fight?" Yeosang asked, pulling the pillow close to his chest.

"Umm....no? I might have once, with Jia, though." You replied, registering the fact that he probably asked you out on a pillow fight. you, his girlfriend, into a pillow fight.

at such moments, you realised how yeosang was truly, yeosang. no one could ever be like him..

"Then accept this challenge. Whoever wins gets their favourite snack as a reward." Yeosang snickered, coming closer to you.

"Oh, ITS ON. Y-" You almost screamed, and you didn't even get to finish your sentence as Yeosang approached you and hit his pillow skillfully at your arm. You groaned, gaining your consciousness quickly and attacked him with another pillow, aimed right at his head.

Here you were, the both of you fighting each other in an impromptu pillow fight, laughing, giggling and screaming like little kids. Just when you thought you couldn't fall deeper for yeosang than you already were, you were proved wrong when you met his soft and playful gaze, him smiling at you, the reason for his laughter being you. You wished this moment could last forever..

Your bodies brushed again each other's quite often, but the both of you tried to ignore that fact, too caught up in adrenaline and playfully fighting each other.

With a well-aimed swing, you managed to knock the pillow out of Yeosang's hands, grinning proudly. "Gotcha!"

Before you even knew it, yeosang lunged forward and tackled you gently onto the bed. You both landed in a heap of tangled limbs and pillows, your breath hitching as you realised that you were pinned beneath him onto the bed...

For a moment, everything stilled. The air, filled with laughter and giggles and screams just a minute ago, was now intense, and all that could be heard was your breaths.

You gazed into each other's eyes, your faces mere inches apart, You could feel yeosang's warm breath forming goosebumps on your skin. Every single cell in your body seemed to be aware of your current position, you could feel yeosang's strong arms wrapped against your sides, as if you had no choice to run away,,,

Yeosang's eyes softened, his playful smirk replaced by something more tender. "Y/N...." He trailed off, not bothering to complete his sentence. Just hearing your name from his lips, him being so damn close to you, you could've sworn your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.

Your hand, which had been gripping a pillow, slowly lifted up to touch his shoulders, to touch those strong biceps... that got you thinking just how buff your boyfriend was.

He leaned down, his movements slow and deliberate, giving you every chance to pull away, his eyes never leaving yours. But of course, you didn't. Why would you? You were waiting since ages for this to happen..

You lifted your head slightly, closing the distance between you. Your lips met in a kiss that was both familiar and electrifying, a perfect blend of softness and urgency.

Until, it was no longer soft, no longer sweet- just mere urgency, passion and roughness arising, as yeosang's palms reached forward to cup your face and your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

You pulled apart just for a second, you asking him hurridely if the door was locked (as much as you loved kissing yeosang, you were not prepared for the utter embarrasment if his parents walked in.) and he just hummed in reply, wasting no time and bought your lips to his again.

The makeout session seemed to be unending, and you weren't complaining in he slightest. The next second you broke the kiss to catch some freaking air, you could feel yeosang's gaze strongly fixated on you, and you couldn't quite comprehend what he was feeling.

"God, you're so hot." He said, in such a low voice, you would have almos missed it if you weren't so damn close to him.

"What?" You asked, blushing, although you had clearly heard him. You took in the sight of his cheeks heating up so furiously that your shyness was now replaced with a proud smirk.

"Say it again. I didn't quite hear you." You said, grinning.

"H-hell no. You didn't hear anything." He said, now tearing his gaze off you, just to be met by your smirk yet again as you grabbed his chin softly to make direct eye contact.

"What, THE kang yeosang getting all giddy and shy because of me? Yeo, if you don't say that again, i WILL tease you about it for the rest of your life-"

"I hate you. Y-you're so hot." He said, and before you could say anything, he quickly sealed his lips with yours, once again. You hummed in pleasure as his thumbs lightly massaged your cheeks, and you felt so damn good in this moment, you wouldn't dare to stop.

That was, unless you had to, to catch your breaths once again.

"Have you kissed someone before, um, me?" You asked, looking quite shy now. He blinked, not believing that this was the kind of question you'd ask him in the middle of a makeout session.

"I did. What about you?" He asked, shrugging, his eyes curious for your answer to the same.

Something familiar settled into your stomach. Bitterness. Jealousy. That would explain how yeosang kissed you so damn well. He was experienced, someone had already felt those wicked, soft, irrestible lips before. And of course, they did. Have you looked at the guy? It would be impossible to believe that he hadn't dated before.

"Y/N?" He asked softly, after noticing that you didn't reply quickly.

"Uhh...well, you're my first kiss." You said, not adding anything further. Yeosang seemed way too shocked at that, smirking soon after.

"Are you being serious? You're telling me, your arch nemesis, your rival, the person you quite literally hate, ME, i'm your first kiss? Insane, if you ask m-" He didn't get to complete his sentence this time, as you bought your lips to his, again. and again. and again- until the both of you were completely satisfied- which you weren't, not just yet. You kissed in perfect sync, perfect harmony- you tilting your head slightly to give him more access, your tongues hungrily meeting each others, the unending bites and teasing making you even more desperate for each other.

You opened your eyes to be met with a pleasant, calm, flushed yeosang. His plush lips were now red and glossy and slightly bruised because of you biting them so many times (he did too, so that was only fair) and he just, looked so fucking pretty, so handsome, so ethereal. and you were just so damn lucky.

"You are my first kiss too, by the way." He confessed, now looking quite serious. You nearly choked on air.

"WHAT?? You lied to me before...?" You asked in disbelief.

"Yea, i just wanted to witness you being jealous. You are so cute, the way you were pouting when i said that, i wanted to bite you." He said, caressing your cheek softly.

"Shut up. I hate you." You let out, pouting yet again and yeosang looked at you with such endearment and adoration, one would have never thought that you used to be at each others throats.

"Nah, you love me." He chuckled, intertwining his fingers with yours. You smiled softly.

"That, maybe i do."

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maochira · 1 year

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Hi!! So I've been thinking about this for a while and how would(sae,yukimiya,rin,chigiri,reo,nagi)

Deal with s/o who has really bad social anxiety

Thank you!

I used to have (really bad) social anxiety, so I'm writing a bit from my experience!

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, description of an anxiety attack (the way I experience them) in the Yukimiya one, headcanons can be seen as platonic or romantic - your choice!

You didn't explicitly tell Sae about your social anxiety, but he noticed it very quickly. Whenever he notices you're feeling anxious, he grabs your hand and squeezes it lightly to let you know he's there to protect you. If you're in any social setting that requires you to talk to strangers, Sae often does it for you if he notices you're not able to. Besides that, occasionally he encourages you to step out of your comfort zone a little bit, but he never pressures you into it.

Yukimiya was caught off guard when you started hyperventilating in the middle of the crowded clothing store, so he quickly picked you up and ran outside with you and sat you down on a nearby bench. He helped you calm your breathing by making you take deep breaths together with him. Afterwards, he gave you a bottle of water he carried with him and made sure you're okay before bringing you home.

Rin didn't take your social anxiety seriously in the beginning. He didn't understand it at first and only thought you were shy. But when he saw you struggling to talk to the cashier when you had to return an item, he quickly stepped in and did it for you. Afterwards, he felt guilty for not taking your anxiety seriously at first. That guilt returns every time he sees you struggling again, so he's very insistent on helping you with anything.

Chigiri helps you to slowly get out of your comfort zone whenever you feel ready for it. Always small things like asking a stranger for directions or asking where an item is in a store. He's always on your side and holds your hand when you try to face your fears. Whenever it overwhelms you, he's quick to comfort you. And no matter how small your steps are, he's always proud of you simply for trying.

Reo doesn't let go of your hand whenever you're in public with him, no matter how crowded it is. There could only be two or three people in the same store as you, Reo would still refuse to let go because he doesn't want you to lose the safety of his gentle grip on your hand. He knows that makes you feel at least a bit more comfortable.

Nagi doesn't like talking to strangers, but if it's for you so you won't have to do it, he doesn't even hesitate for a second. Nagi prefers to stay at home anyways, so you don't go out in public spaces most of the time. Just whenever you do, Nagi makes sure to handle any social interactions. Also, to avoid you having to use public transport, he usually visits you at your place.

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bebe-writes-stuff · 21 days

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Kazutora x Y/n smut

--TWO SMUTS IN ONE DAY??? crazy ik, we on a grind ho--

--bitchhh I can't write smut It makes me so embarrassed istg I PHYSICALLY CANT DO IT HELP MEEE----

The evening air was cool at Musashi Shrine, the tranquility punctuated by the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of city life. Kazutora sat on the shrine steps, his shoulders slumped, eyes reflecting the turmoil inside him. Y/n watched him quietly, her heart heavy with concern. The gang meeting had ended hours ago, but Kazutora lingered, reluctant to face the chaos of his home life.

Kazutora sighed deeply, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I just don't want to go home, Y/n. I can't deal with my family right now."

Y/n's eyes softened with empathy as she moved closer, her hand gently touching his arm. "I get it, Kazutora. I know." She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face as an idea formed. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? My parents are out of the city for the next three days, and I'm all alone."

Kazutora's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and gratitude washing over him. "Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

"Of course, I'm sure!" Y/n grinned, playfully nudging him with her shoulder. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can have a mini sleepover."

Kazutora chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. "Alright, if you insist."

The walk to Y/n's house was filled with light banter, the weight of Kazutora's troubles momentarily lifting. As they stepped inside, Y/n's excitement was palpable. She dashed to the kitchen, grabbing an assortment of snacks before leading Kazutora to her room.

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, spreading the snacks out on her bed and turning on the TV. "I've got all the good shows lined up."

Kazutora couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "You're really going all out, huh?"

"Absolutely," Y/n replied, plopping down beside him and popping open a bag of chips. "Oh, and I got you some PJs from my dad's closet. They should fit you."

Kazutora took the offered pajamas with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Y/n. You're the best."

Y/n beamed. "I know," she teased, sticking her tongue out playfully. "Now, let's get comfy and enjoy the night."

After changing into the pajamas, Kazutora joined Y/n on the bed, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time. They watched TV, laughing at the absurdity of the show they had picked. Y/n's lighthearted commentary had Kazutora in stitches, his laughter filling the room.

"I can't believe you find this so funny," Kazutora said between chuckles. "You're ridiculous."

"It's called having a good sense of humor," Y/n retorted

As the night went on, Y/n pulled out her skincare routine, explaining each step with an endearing seriousness. Kazutora listened intently, his heart swelling at her genuine care and attention.

"First, we cleanse," she said, holding up a bottle of face wash. "You gotta get rid of all the dirt and grime from the day."

Kazutora followed her lead, mimicking her movements. "You really know your stuff, huh?"

"Of course! Skincare is important," Y/n replied with a wink. "Next, we tone. This helps to balance your skin's pH."

Kazutora nodded, fascinated by her dedication. "You're really something else, Y/n."

She grinned, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. "I just want you to feel good, Kazutora."

By the time they finished, Kazutora felt a strange mix of calm and elation. Turning off the TV, Y/n flopped back onto the bed, a content sigh escaping her lips. Kazutora joined her, and they started gossiping about random things, their laughter filling the room once more.

As they chatted, they involuntarily edged closer, the space between them shrinking. At one point, Kazutora's gaze lingered on Y/n's lips, a thought forming in his mind.

"Y/n," he began hesitantly, his voice soft. "Can I ask you something?"

Y/n turned to him, curiosity shining in her eyes. "What's up?"

Kazutora took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Can I kiss you?"

A surprised look crossed Y/n's face, followed by a shy smile. "Yeah, you can."

He leaned in slowly, their lips meeting in a gentle, tentative kiss. The simplicity of it made Y/n's heart flutter. What started as a sweet kiss quickly deepened, the intensity growing between them. Kazutora's hand cupped Y/n's cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

As their kisses grew more fervent, they found themselves entangled, bodies pressing closer together. Kazutora's breath hitched as Y/n's hand roamed over his chest, her touch igniting a fire within him.

"Y/n," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me crazy."

Y/n responded by pressing her body against his, her hands sliding down to his waistband. She began to rub him through his clothes, feeling him grow harder under her touch. Kazutora groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Fuck, Y/n," he gasped, his voice raw with need. "You feel so good."

Emboldened by his reaction, Y/n slipped her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing length. She started to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, feeling him twitch in her grasp. Kazutora's breaths came in ragged gasps, his eyes fluttering shut. Without a word, Y/n lowered her head, taking him into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and Kazutora's hands tangled in her hair as she worked him with her lips and tongue. The heat of her mouth and the expert movements of her tongue drove him wild. His climax hit him hard, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he released into her mouth.

As he came down from his high, Kazutora pulled Y/n up into his arms, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and lingering desire.

Y/n smiled, snuggling into his embrace. "I think I have some idea," she replied, her voice soft and affectionate.

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baldval · 2 months

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idk if u like writing him so if u don’t feel free to ignore!! but picture this, adam with a higher up reader with high authority that kinda acts like beelzebub?? like adam sees them for the first time and expects them to be all wholesome and kind but she’s actually just a hardcore party gal! which kinda matches his frat boy persona too🌚 and maybe she even resembles bee a bit? UP TO U! i just love ur writing and thought of this

-🎞️ anon

ALTITUDE!₊˚⊹♡

characters: adam x gn!reader

wc: 1.9k

warnings: cursing, mentions of one night stands

A/N: i'm sorry if i failed you in the whole party-fun!reader aspect i just went on a different direction and when i realised i like this a bit too much. hope you like it too anon!!!!! 🫶

You weren’t ever too sure about Adam. He just seemed a bit problematic, loud, interruptive, and he never took things seriously. Not that you were the chillest person on heaven, quite the opposite, but still, there was something about Adam that threw you off. You felt like that was all a faced. You knew that, when he wanted to, he could be kind, and was actually very enthusiastic regarding his job at heaven. Not that he would ever knowingly admit it. So when Sera partnered you two for a, quite important job, you didn’t know what to expect, or how to feel. At first you thought he might try to run the shop by not letting you contribute any of your ideas. He thought you were a tightass that would try to make everything boring (exactly what he said to Lute).

However, both of you were surprised once time went on, and you got to know each-other better. He realised you were actually quite fun, he might even say careless. He found himself in shock, and partially offended, when he realised you actually hosted parties every few weeks. You found out that he was deeply misunderstood. And actually really cute and charming. And you also promised to invite him to your next party, once you had finished the long task Sera had appointed you.

"Adam? Will you read that to me again?" You sat cross legged on the carpeted floor of Adam’s basement, chewing on the end of your click pen. Adam was too busy trying (and failing) to get basketballs on a net at the top of his wall to notice you’d called out to him. Dropping the pencil down on your notebook, you let out a frustrated sigh, standing to get his attention.

"Adam!"

Startled, he stopped short, turning towards you with his eyes wide in surprise.

"Yeah? You alright?" He asked, putting down the basketball and appearing in front of you.

"Yes Adam, I just wanted to get this part done," you explained, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Besides, why do I have to work? I would also love to be able to play with that fucking basketball." It wasn't that Adam didn't work, he just got distracted easily.

"Ha! As if you could play." You felt deeply offended even though you knew you did NOT know how to play basketball.

"Wow. Just wow. I thought you would've known about my years in the angel's basketball team. I used to be one of the bests." You lied, trying to defend your dignity.

"As if! I was on the angel's basketball team. Never saw you there." "It must've been waaaay before you got in. I've been here for longer, you know."

"Alright then, prove it."

"Prove what?"

"Prove you can play." He handed you the ball and you held it.

"I'm a bit rusty." You smiled at him as you saw him grin. He could see right through you and your lies, what he didn't figure out was that you could also see right through him. So instead of shooting towards the net, you hit Adam with the basketball right on top of his head. Watching it bounce on it only to later hit the floor.

"Ouch! What the fuck was that for?" he ran his hand through his hair.

"Get to work or I'll hit you again."

"Hey! That's toxic workplace behaviour, I'm gonna have to report you now." You groaned in annoyance. "What will it take for you to work on this with me for an hour? Do we have to make a deal?" You joke with a light chuckle. Adam jumped at the opportunity to compromise, knowing that he could work if he really wanted to, and that the deal would then be in his favour.

"A deal hey?" He asks, resting his chin in his hands, looking up at you with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, whatever you want for 1 hour of your precious time," you scoff, picking up your pen again to work. As a higher ranking angel, you knew better than to be stubborn. You didn't mind having to sacrifice a little something. Besides, the end was in sight, meaning you wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer - however, you struggled to admit to yourself that it would actually make you sad not hanging out with Adam as much as you were right now, worrying you would go back to the stranger treatment you had with each other before.

"I’m not gonna tell you until the hour is up," Adam teases, retrieving a book full of sinners' names for your work from the couch and opening it to a dog-eared page.

"Okay read it again for me, and this time slowly," you emphasise on the word “slowly”, watching him let out a small laugh, shifting on the floor to get comfortable.

"Okay, ready?"

"Yes, Adam."

"Okay," Adam takes a deep breath before beginning, you’re skimming over your notes, making sure all of them make sense. Adam tries to memorise some of the names before you write them, wanting rather to watch you work than have his eyes glued to the book.

Adam rests his hands in his lap, noticing the way your lips part and your tongue juts out only slightly when you concentrate. He notices you fiddling with the edge of your notebook, your fingertips grazing the spiral as it winds to bound the book. He notices how effortlessly pretty you are, and how committed you’ve been to this assignment. He thought it was so funny that you were so oblivious to his blatant staring. He suddenly lets out the breath he didn’t notice he was holding in.

"Adam?" You ask, the same annoyance bubbling inside you from when he didn’t pay attention before.

"Right," Adam shakes his head from his thoughts and returns to reciting the book.

You hadn’t noticed you’d leaned slightly into Adam, your shoulders brushing. Adam suddenly feels warm, his shoulder tingling where you were touching him. His heartbeat hammered in his ears as he licked his lips, readying himself to read the next part.

He thought of how cunning his side of the deal was, and how much more tempting it got the longer you touched him. It was a gamble, but it was one he was willing to take.

Adam rested his hand on his thigh, inching his fingers closer to your joined knees.

You look up at him, finally noticing how close the two of you had gotten, but doing nothing about the close proximity. Something felt different, the air was harder to breathe, and your stomach felt like it was housed by a million butterflies. His eyes shun as they looked into yours, your faces inching closer and closer.

Adam finished reading and silence filled the room, accompanied by the small pants of your breathing, you pulled your body away, sitting up straighter and looking more alert.

"Good reading Adam," you let out a small cough to cover the awkwardness that had just washed over you. Fuck, you were so close to kissing him, and you didn’t know why. You scowled at yourself for being so cliche, and put down your notebook. Adam bit his lip in a smile as your cheeks blushed red because he knew you’d felt that too.

"Okay, deal time?"

You know you asked for an hour, but a break right now didn’t seem so bad.

"Okay," you say, as he scoots his bottom across the floor to face you.

"One kiss," he says finally, your jaw swinging open in shock. A kiss? Was he serious? Did you hear that right?

"A kiss?" You repeat, chuckling. At first you thought it was a prank - classic Adam. However, his face was dead serious, as serious as you had ever seen him. You hadn’t read that Adam felt anything for you, the same way you hid having a big fat crush on him by being sort of mean.

"Come on, you know you want to." He teases suddenly changing his behaviour and body language as he realised he had been perhaps a bit too vulnerable for his liking. But you has already seen him. You knew his true intentions when he asked that and you knew they matched what you wantes, so why weren't you kissing him?

Your lips form a tight straight line as you contemplate your choices. Give up the tough guy act now and cave to your feelings, or don’t. It was like Adam was giving you the perfect opportunity to do what you always thought of doing.

"Okay, only one," you narrow your eyes at him as he gives you a curt nod.

“Of course, whatever the lady wants,” he sends a wink on your direction and you can't help blushing as you try to hide the redness with a laugh.

You lean forward, securing a small kiss on his cheek, almost too close to the corner of his mouth as it curled into a small smile. Your lips linger there for a moment, before you pull away, just slightly, your face still so close to Adam’s. You contemplate whether you should just go for it. But before you could decide what you wanted to do, Adam does it for you, connecting your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

It takes you aback, but you compose yourself quickly, cupping his cheeks in your hands, as his secure to your hips. He pulls you closer, until you’re practically in his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs. His tongue prods at your lower lip, and without another thought, you open your mouth, letting his tongue explore where no one else has. The feeling was magical, and after all those nights you lay awake thinking of this moment, it finally came in full force.

You had to pull away with a gasp when Adam’s hand started to cup your bare ass under your shorts, your hands resting comfortably on his shoulders as you stared at each other.

"Fuck I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have-"

"No! It’s fine, I just, I... I kinda like you? Adam... And I mean, I don't care if you want to just fuck or whatever. But... I guess I just don't want that." you let out a nervous laugh, wanting so badly to crawl into a hole and die from your confession. "It's not you! Well, I guess it is you? I don't mind one-night stands, I just..." Adam interrupts you by letting a small laugh, the back of his hand coming up to caress your cheek.

"I get why you assumed that. I mean, I am THE Adam, THE original dick, why would I settle down?" You roll your eyes at his cockiness and his expression softens. "But I do like you. I like you just in the way that you said it, truly."

"Really?" You ask him, your voice only just louder than a whisper.

"Yeah! I mean- you’re so smart and pretty, and we’ve spent a lot of time together, I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, wouldn't mind getting to know you better. The whole of you" he moves his hand towards your waist.

“I’ve felt the same way,” you reply, pulling Adam in for a hug, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you close, before you sit back down on the floor across from him.

“So… you think I’m pretty?” He asks, shooting you a cheeky wink. You roll your eyes again, letting out a small laugh.

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wukong-s-only-wife5000 · 7 months

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Since you're doing requests, can you write for Hero is Back? Maybe "Boyfriend Material"? (Assuming the master list is a prompt list)

Word Count: 1236

Rating: T for some language. Fluffy.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes:

Not a prompt list, but if someone (like yourself) requests based on one listed, I'm taking it as a sign to finally get it done. :3

Also, thank you for being my first HiB requested. 🥺🥺🥺

Hope you enjoy!

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Honestly… he has no idea what he's doing with you 98% of the time. He doesn't even know how he managed to get you in the first place! However… You're his world. His reason for living, his everything. Make no mistake about how crazy he is about you or what he’s willing to do to keep you happy; so know that he’s trying his best.

He has absolutely no idea what he’s doing, so you have to be patient with him and help guide him. He’s got street smarts, but he’s lacking in the book smarts and feelings department. Like most men, he’s clueless as to what you want, he’s a warrior after all, he’s not used to being… loved. He’s used to being misunderstood, so you have to be patient with the poor monkey boy.

He may be clueless about your advances at times, but make no mistake, he isn't the same with other men. He notices when others are interested in you and is ready to throw hands if someone doesn't leave you alone, especially if they decide to get handsy. He's your warrior, your protector whether you need it or not, and he takes that job very seriously.

Even if you can defend yourself with his strict teachings, he wants to be your first line of defence against the enemy. If you get even a scratch, he’ll be pouty and grouchy the entire time after… but be careful, he may just be doing it so he can get your affection and reassurance.

“Wukong, are you sure this is the right way?” you question him as he guides you through the thick forest.

“Stop whining, we’re almost there,” he told you for what would have to be the tenth time in seventeen minutes.

“If you tell me where we’re going, then I won't be so pestering,” you shot back at him.

“No, we both know that’s a lie,”

“Please?” you looked up at him, but he held the top of your head and positioned your head forward again. “Wukong,” you whined.

“Quit whining, or I’ll change my mind,”

“Change your mind on what?!” you were getting frustrated, the anticipation was eating you alive from the inside out, but his lips remained shut about where he was taking you.

When you saw it, your breath was knocked out of your lungs. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen: the breathtaking view, a picnic set up for two, and the stars peeking in with the setting sun.

“You did all this?” you looked up at him, but he refused to look at you and instead walked over to the mat and sat down. He looked up at you and held out his long arm for you, staring at you with those adoring eyes you loved so much.

“Are you coming or what? The food will spoil,” he teased, which snapped you out of whatever trance you were previously in. You walked over to him and sat down beside him with a grin on your face as he wrapped an arm around you.

“I still can't believe you did all of this for me,”

“Hm,” was all he stubbornly responded, but his flustered face told you a lot.

“You're so sweet,” you smiled as you leaned against his side and looked at the spread… that's when you noticed something… the food was poorly wrapped but somehow holding together.

“Wow…”

“What?” he asked as he looked down at you nervously.

“It's just… this is a lot of food,” you smiled up at him. “And you made these all by yourself?”

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his head. “You've been stressed lately, so I wanted to-”

“I've been stressed? Have you met yourself?” you laughed a bit before you tackled him in a hug. “You're the Great Sage, and I’m the one who’s stressed?” you looked over his features with a small smile.

“Well, you have,” he smiled a bit as he shifted a bit to be comfortable with you on him. “I was worried.”

“Now you know how I feel every single day with a boyfriend like you,” you shot back and snuggled into his chest. He smelled so good and his fur was super soft. “Did you condition?”

“Thank you for noticing,”

“Okay, now I know something’s up. Did I forget an anniversary?” you looked at him accusingly. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he said lazily as he rubbed your back. “Can't I surprise my girlfriend?”

The title made you feel like a giddy schoolgirl and gave you butterflies every single time. He always said it with a sense of boundless pride and smugness.

“Sure, but usually you do it to make up for something you did that I might yell at you for,” you stated, which wasn't wrong.

“Well,” he chuckled and caressed your cheek and kissed your nose softly. “Not today.”

“If you say so,” you smiled at him, melting into liquid with such affection from the typically unreadable male.

“Do you want the food or not?” he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Yes, please,” you smiled and watched him dish out what smelled like beef-filled dumplings. “So you made this all by yourself?”

“Yes,” he said and offered one to you. “It should be cool enough to eat by now.”

“Then feed one to me,” you teased your secret romantic.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” he looked at you in slight annoyance, making you grin at him.

“Quite so,” you nodded. “You've entrapped my heart, let me tease you a bit to make up for it,” you teased.

Now that got his heart racing and brought a blush to his face. He didn't take long to submit to your request and held one of the misshapen dumplings to your lips with a pair of chopsticks. You were a bit hesitant to take a bite, but not wanting to hurt your boyfriend’s feelings, you opened your mouth and took a bite into the treat.

The texture was much to be desired, but for his first time, it tasted amazing. The beef was fully cooked, even though the dumplings could have used a few more minutes of steaming. Wukong watched you and your reactions, studying you fully, half expecting you to gag and half expecting you to spit it out in his face.

“Could have used a few more minutes of steaming,” you said honestly. “Other than that, they're sooooo good,” you grinned up at him, which made him relax.

“Hm,” was all he said before he took a bite out of a dumpling. “It's edible,” he shrugged.

“That it is,” you grinned at him. You turned your attention to the breathtaking view of the sunset, he really outdid himself for a simple date.

“Honestly…” his voice got your attention, and you tilted your head curiously. “I just… wanted to do something nice for you, to show you that….” Gods, this was embarrassing. “That I love you… a lot.”

“Awe,” you were a giggling mess as you leaned against him. “I love you too, Wukong, so, so much.”

You both sat there in silence and at some point, he positioned you between his legs and wrapped his arms around you. You ate in silence and enjoyed the quiet outdoors together as the moonlight blessed you both with its light.

So yeah, I think it’s safe to say he’s more than boyfriend material.

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live-laugh-lenney · 11 days

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Hey, sorry if you aren't comfy with writing this/me requesting it but I just want to know if you could do a period comfort type thing with Arthur or Will? On my period rn and my lord it is killing me :/

the girlies are hungry for some willne content so here we go!

she had a feeling.

a horrid feeling that sat low in her stomach, along with the cramps that were contracting her muscles and the damp sensation that she could feel between her thighs, and she couldn't bring herself to leave the warmth and the comfort of the bed to see a bloodied stain left in her place on will's bed because she hadn't been paying attention to what time of the month it was. and she so badly wanted to get up, to check, to make sure she hadn't leaked too much, if at all, on his bed sheets... yet she found herself panicking.

this was the first time she'd started her period in the presence of him.

usually, she would busy her life to the point where they'd go almost a week without seeing each other because her hormones made her feel gross and grumpy and hormonal. and will wasn't stupid and yn, deep down, knew that... but he never went digging and he never forced plans to happen during that one particular week each month. if she knew she was due to start then there was no way she'd have agreed to stay at his place for the weekend.

"if you stare up at the ceiling any longer, the upstairs owner will be in bed with us."

"what?"

her features scrunch up with her eyebrows pinching together on her browline and she turns her head to look in his direction, being met with a cheeky smirk on his lips and a pair of tired eyes watching her, and she could feel her cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

"you'll burn a hole in the ceiling if you stare at it any longer," he says in amusement and she rolls her eyes, "what did it ever do to you?"

"nothing," she grumbles, grasping at his duvet and pulling it up to cover her face, "i'm going back to sleep."

there's a moment where neither of them move... until she feels him tug on the comforter to remove it from her face, only to be met with a tight grip and a straight-up refusal on her part. and he wasn't in the mood to back down, ducking beneath the covers and coming face-to-face with her.

"something's bothering you," he says softly, almost like a whisper, and he can see the emotions written across her face, "what's the matter?"

"nothing," she whines and turns her face away from him, squeezing her eyes tightly and he sighs heavily, dropping his face into the swell of her breasts that were dressed with one of his old t-shirts, "i'm just sleepy. guess i struggled to sleep last night."

"come on," he scoffs and buries his face a little more into her breast, "i know you, yn. i'm not an idiot."

there's a wave of silence and she really contemplates whether she wanted to tell him or not... it was silly for her to be embarrassed over something as natural as a period but she felt silly for getting so upset and panicky over it. it wasn't something she could control.

"you're gonna be grossed out."

"nonsense," he lifts his head and looks at her, "i'm up in your morning breath right now, nothing can be worse than that."

she scoffs and lifts an arm to whack into his shoulder, making strong contact, enough to elicit a groan from him.

"i hate you," she grumbles and he cackles softly, cosying down beside her and laying an arm across her stomach - unknowing to him that she found instant comfort in feeling his warmth and the weight of his arm resting just where her cramps were aching, "seriously, it's gross."

"what is it? i can't help if you don't tell me."

she pouts her lips out and she wants the ground to swallow her whole because this wasn't a conversation she was prepared for.

"i think i've started my period," she murmurs quietly and she's timid when she looks him in the eye, "but i have none of my stuff. no pads, no tampons, i have no paracetamol or clean pants or anything. and i think i've leaked on your sheets and-"

"is this all you were worried about?"

she gulps thickly and he smiles softly.

"oh, you're a silly goose," he shakes his head, "you think i'm not at all prepared for this?"

"prepared?"

"the only thing i don't have for you is clean pants," he admits and he removes the covers from where they were almost suffocating the two of them, "i have everything you need in the cupboard under the sink in the bathroom. tampons, pads, everything you need. as for the bed sheets, we can wash them, no worries about that."

"you-"

"you think i don't know?" he lifts an arm up and brings a hand to cup her cheek, brushing his thumb across her cheek in a soothing way, "i know when you pretend to be busy for a week so you don't have to see me. i know you keep yourself occupied so you can't come over," her cheeks pink up and, yeah, she feels a lot sillier now, "sunshine, i've been with you for over six months now. i'm not an idiot."

"i can't believe you," she giggles sweetly and she stretches her neck to press a kiss to his cheek, "i love you."

"i love you too," he grins, "now, go and freshen up. have a shower, do what you need to do, and i'll pop out and grab us some breakfast."

"can you get some croissants and pancakes?" she wonders and he nods, "maybe some fruit? and some bacon."

"i'll see what i can do," he presses a kiss to her forehead before he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands to his feet, "take as long as you want, yeah? i'll some clean clothes for you on the bed for when you get out."

"thank you," she smiles, watching as he dug through his wardrobe for a fresh outfit to wear for the morning, "now hurry up, otherwise i'm going to turn into some hormonal monster. and you won't like that."

"yes, ma'am." xx

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whatawonderfulexistence--blog · 2 years

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Dance With Me (Terzo x Reader FLUFF)

Credits to @crowblin for the amazing edit of smiling Terzo

(A/N: I had the cutest idea for this fic, I really hope future me does justice in writing this. The only reason I didn't label this as GN is because the reader does wear a dress to the party, but I kept the pronouns neutral since everyone can wear dresses, obviously. Absolutely no warnings at all, just Terzo and the reader falling in love, dancing being cute, friends to lovers, Primo being a dad.)

You sat in silence as your fellow siblings talked about a party that was going to be held a week from now at the Abbey. They all buzzed with excitement, discussing what they would be wearing, if they were going with anyone or who they hoped they'd get a chance to dance with. "What about you, (Y/N)? Are you going with anyone" Dammit, you were hoping you could keep yourself out of this conversation. You had been planning on avoiding the party all together, not wanting to embarrass yourself due to the fact that you didn't know how to dance.

"Oh, I'm going to be busy that night. Primo needs me to stay late to work on something." Your friends knew how seriously you took your work, and no one was going to question Primo's motives for anything he did.

"Primo loves you, I'm sure if you asked to take the night off for the party he'd let you. Plus, I thought I heard even he was going to be attending this one." You internally grimaced, of course he was. The first time in years he actually decides to go to one of the Abbey's parties when he's your only excuse for ditching.

"I'll see what I can do." You excuse yourself with a smile before heading off. You needed to figure out what to do and you needed to figure it out quickly. There was only one person you could think to turn to at a time like this. You hurried through the halls, eventually finding yourself standing in front of Terzo's office door. You knock tentatively, standing there awkwardly as you waited for him to answer the door. You were surprised when Primo opened the door instead of Terzo.

"Il mio bambino," he smiles at you, "I take it you're looking for Terzo, come in." You enter the office hesitantly, seeing Terzo sitting at his desk. Primo floats past you, back to the chair you assumed he was sitting in prior to your arrival. "Is everything alright (Y/N)? You look troubled my dear." You sigh, not really wanting to admit the reason you were down there. You glance at Terzo, apprehension still apparent in your features, he motions for you to sit.

"I need your help." He rests his elbows on the dark wooden surface in front of him, perplexed by the fact that you seemed serious. You had been best friends with Terzo for years, you never asked for his help on principle. Now, you had gone out of your way to come all the way down to his office, admitting that you needed his help in front of Primo no less, something had to be seriously wrong. "This party next week... I was trying to get out of going. But, apparently, word has gotten around that you're going to be attending." You turn your head to look at Primo. "I'm sorry Papa, I was trying to lie and use you giving me work as an excuse not to go. But, that's besides the point."

Terzo waves his hand, "hold on, pause. Why are you trying so hard to not go, it's going to be fun! Apparently this is going to be different than Secundo's usual parties."

Primo nods in agreement, "I've been told this is going to be closer to a formal ball than one of Secundo's usual... What do the younger siblings call them? Ragers?" You felt yourself starting to physically sweat. That was worse. That just made things even more terrible than they already were. This now has transpired into something far beyond the casual rhythmic club dancing you were used to seeing at these parties. It was very rare for Secundo to hold formal parties like this but when he did they were as grandiose as anything you could possibly imagine. You paled at the thought of what would happen if you even attempted to ballroom dance, you felt sick at the thought of it. "Il mio bambino, are you alright? You look like you're about to faint."

"I can't dance!" You suddenly blurt out to both of them. "If I go to this party I'm going to be the laughing stock of the Abbey because everyone I know dances in some capacity-"

"(Y/N), I'm sure you're not the only one who doesn't know how to dance." Primo tries to reassure you.

You groan, "I know that, but-"

"You don't want to do anything that could make you look stupid." Terzo finishes bluntly. You nod in response, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

"Terzo, you're the only one I could think of to come ask." You saw Primo's gaze swap between the the two of you, a small smirk on his face as if he knew something neither of you didn't.

"You want me to teach you how to dance?" You nod bashfully, still not wanting to accept the fact that you needed his help.

"Well, I think it's time for me to take my leave, let you two discuss this in private." He places a supportive hand on your shoulder. "My doors always open if you're feeling overwhelmed and need a break, come by anytime." You smile at him and nod, watching him walk slowly out the door.

"You want me to teach you how to dance?" Terzo repeats his earlier question quietly, leaning back in his chair with a look of pure disbelief on his face.

"Listen, I'm not happy that I have to come ask for your help, but you're my best friend, and I know you know a wide variety of dance styles... So, I'm hoping you won't make fun of me too badly and you'll help me learn before the party." You couldn't meet his eyes, you didn't want to know how he was looking at you.

"First of all, rude ass, I'm not that mean." You can't help but let out a small laugh at him being offended for you even remotely assuming he was mean. "I'm not going to make fun of you for not knowing how to dance, I used to be lanky and awkward and didn't know how to move my body. It takes time, practice, not everyone is born with the ability to dance. But, we have a week, sí? That sounds like a timeframe I can work with." He smiles brightly at you, an expression you try your best to return. It was definitely for the best that it was your best friend giving you dance lessons, but the whole thing still made you incredibly nervous. Terzo stood, you copied his motions unsure of what he was planning. "I think I know a good place to practice?"

"We're going now? Like, right now?" He nods with a confused expression.

"When do you want to start learning? An hour before the party starts?" He rebuttals. He was right, the more time you got to learn the better. You followed Terzo through the winding halls off the Abbey eventually ending up in a large open room that appeared to be used for storage. Your newfound dance partner ventures off into a corner, shuffling a few things around before letting out a sound of approval when he finds what he was looking for. He pulls out a small stand that had an old record player sitting on it, a box of various records to go along with it. "Let's hope this thing still works." He fiddles with it for a minute, eventually having it click to life. A slow, melodic tune fills the room, Terzo dusts off his hands with a smile. You stood motionless in the center of the room, your arms tightening around yourself as nervous tension built in your chest. Terzo shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it over a nearby stack of boxes before carefully rolling up his sleeves. You swallowed thickly, your pulse speeding up for some reason you couldn't place. He steps closer to you, "are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." He takes one of your hands in his, placing your free hand on his shoulder before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close. He proceeds to talk you through a very basic waltz, counting off each step so you'd know how to time it when you eventually started dancing to the music. You noticably cringed everytime you accidentally stepped on his toes. He would just chuckle and wave it off, telling you it was okay and it was all part of learning. Eventually, after a few days of practice, you started to somewhat get the hang of it.

"Good, good, now the next part is very important. You need to stop looking at the floor." He chuckles, causing you to blush slightly. You made an attempt, your eyes looking at the wall behind Terzo as you mentally pictures the steps. "(Y/N)... Relax." He says with a small smile. You hadn't realized until he said something that you had been holding your breath. He studies your face for a moment, "why don't we take a break for a minute?" Terzo sat down on the floor, a light sheen of sweat covering his skin from the hours you had been practicing that day. You joined him on the floor with an aggravated huff.

"I'm never going to get the hang of this." You say miserably, pulling your knees to your chest and hiding your face in them.

"You're doing great, I never said this was going to be easy. You're already a hundred times better than you were a couple days ago." Terzo slides closer to you, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulder. You lift your head slightly, meeting his dual colored eyes in the process. You felt... Strange. You were no stranger to physical contact from Terzo, he just always happened to be a very hands on guy, not that you complained. But this made you feel different that anything you had felt towards him before. That tight, thick feeling in your throat was back. The same feeling you got when you watched him prepare to dance with you on that first day. Your heart was thundering in your chest, your hands felt clammy, your stomach churned but not in the sick and queasy way you had experienced before. "I know that by the time the party rolls around, you're going to be even greater at dancing than you could ever imagine." The way he was looking at you, you felt like you were running out of oxygen yet you've never had a fresher breath of air. You were feeling really conflicted.

"Could we pick this up in a couple hours?"

He nods with a concerned expression. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just a bit tired I think." He stood, helping you from the floor in the process. Terzo continued to hold your hand in his, you reluctantly slipped your fingers out of his grasp.

"I'll be in my office when you're ready to pick back up, okay?" You nod, leaving the room before he had the chance to question why you were suddenly acting so strange. Your walk eventually turned into more of a jog as you ran off to the one place that could always help soothe your mind, Primo's garden. As if expecting you he was already there, tending to his plants like he normally was on any given day. The familiarity of this site helped you relax slightly. There wasn't any new thoughts or feelings, new experiences, just Primo and his garden.

"Il mio bambino, I can smell the anxiety coming off you from here." He didn't look up or stop the task he was in the middle of. You started in his direction, Primo could read you like a book at any given moment of course now was no different. You sat on the wall nearest where he was working, the two of you coexisting in silence before he decided to speak again. "What's wrong my dear?" He turns his full attention towards you and you immediately begin to crumble under his loving, almost parental gaze.

"I'm..." You pause, sighing slightly as you tried to find the right words to say. "I think I might have a crush on Terzo, it feels weird saying that out loud. I don't know, ever since he's been giving me dance lessons I feel like he's all I can think about. I've caught myself day dreaming about him for Satan's sake."

"You and Terzo have been very close for a long time, and as far as I know he's one of the first people you've really taken an interest in... Would it be such a bad thing to, dare I say, see where things go naturally." Primo chuckles, he knew how much you hated navigating things that were new. You always seemed to have a step by step plan to resolve every problem you've ever faced, but not this one. Primo joins you on the wall, taking your hand in his, "I think you should just let things take their course. Even an old man like myself can see the way you look at him, you've always adored him even if you haven't realized it until now. Terzo is your person, and I'd venture to say you're probably his. You know him better than anyone, you probably know him better than I do and he's my brother!" He lets out another small laugh before slowly standing up. He offers you his arm, "how about I take you back to your dance lessons?" You link your arm with his, sharing in some pleasant conversation as he walked you back to Terzo's office. He asked how you thought the lessons were going.

"Terzo's an excellent teacher, he's kind and patient, I'm just worried I'm still not going to be ready, we only have a few days left." Primo hums.

"I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit il mio bambino, I'm sure by the time the party rolls around you'll be ready to dance the night away." You reached Terzo's office, Primo knocks on the door and turns to you. "I hope our little chat today ease's your nerves my dear." Before you had time to respond Terzo opened the door, a confused expression on his face when he sees Primo. "I believe they're supposed to be with you." Saying only that, Primo turned to you, bid you farewell, and floated off down the hallway once more.

"I think I'm ready to try again." You say quietly, a meek smile on your face.

"Excellent." Terzo returns your grin, the two of you heading back down to the empty room that had become your dance studio for the time being. You took your position, Terzo's arm securely around your waist, your body almost flush against his. You started to walk through the steps again, trying to stay in time with the quiet music from the record player. Without realizing it you had started watching your feet again. "Don't look at the floor, look at me." His voice was deep, almost commanding. Your eyes snapped up to his, your cheeks flushing at the close proximity. "That's perfect cara mia, just keep your eyes on me." You didn't want to, being this close to him and having such intense eye contact was making you flustered. But, you had completely stopped overthinking your dancing. Before you knew it your clumsy attempt at a waltz had turned into actual dancing. Every shift of Terzo's body guided you to exactly where you needed to be. Over the last few days before the party dancing with him actually started to become fun. He spun you around the floor, occasionally you both would stumble over your own feet but you weren't riddled with anxiety over it anymore. You got one more practice session in the night before the party. You and Terzo planning on meeting at his quarters tomorrow to hopefully calm any nerves you could possibly have before he kissed the back of your hand and left you to your thoughts for the rest of the evening. You found yourself struggling to pick out something to wear. Knowing that subconsciously you were thinking about how you wanted to look good for Terzo made you groan. You knew Primo was right, nothing horrible was going to happen for giving into your feelings. You managed to find a gown you bought a few years ago that you never had gotten the chance to wear. A simple, elegant, black floor length gown. It was perfect. You were in the process of getting ready the next day when you ran into a problem. You couldn't zip up the gown by yourself. You were audibly cursing to your empty room as you fumbled with the zipper. Suddenly, there was a knock at your door. You held the back of the dress together the best you could with one hand and opened the door with the other. There stood Terzo, tie slung around his neck a small boquette of flowers in his hand.

"Hey, perfect timing, I need your help." You hurriedly pulled him inside. He chuckles, pulling the tie from his shoulder and holding it up.

"Good, because I also need yours." You chuckle, you had been helping Terzo tie his ties for years, of course he still needed help. Unfortunately for him your matter was more pressing. You turned, showing him the open back of your gown.

"Do you think you could zip me up? You felt him step closer to you, that familiar buzz spreading across your skin as you felt him step behind you. You glanced at him in the mirror in front of you. He studied your face for a moment, a small smile on his lips. Terzo's fingers were cool as they dragged up your spine, effortlessly bringing the zipper up along with it. After he was done he rested his hands on your waist, admiring the way you looked, how the dress hugged your curves in exactly the right spots.

"You look radiant this evening cara mia." You can't help but blush at the compliment. You turned, taking the tie out of his hand and placing it around his neck. You tied it meticulously, making sure his collar was neatly folded over, the knot perfectly done.

"Just as handsome as ever." You smile, resting your hands on his chest. You got caught up in his gaze, mismatched eyes keeping you pinned in place. He glanced down at your lips momentarily, your heart rate instantly picking up at the sight. He had just barely started to inch his face closer to yours when you panicked, "these flowers are beautiful!" You caught sight of them on the table where Terzo left them.

He sighs slightly, "they're from Primo. He wanted to apologize for not being able to come see you before the party, but he'll make sure to find you at some point tonight." You take a deep breath, inhaling the flowers sweet scent. "(Y/N)... Would you care to accompany me tonight?" You smile, setting the flowers down and stepping closer to him to adjust his tie once more.

"Nothing would make me happier Terzo." The two of you made your way to the party, Terzo wrapping his jacket around your shoulders because he insisted that you looked cold. You helped him back into his coat, smoothing out his suit before the two of you entered. You took his arm, smiling up at him. The place was already a buzz with energy, Terzo had a talent for being fashionably late. You wandered around and mingled a little. You eventually found Primo, he looked like he was about to shed a tear when he told you how wonderful you looked. Your arm linked with Terzo's once again, Primo passing a knowing glance between the two of you. Terzo turns to you, bowing slightly as he offers you his hand.

"Would you care to dance cara mia?" You placed your hand in, he gently brings the back of it to his lips. He leads you to the dance floor at the start of the next song, pulling you into his embrace. Actually being out on the dancefloor you started to feel nervous. Apparently that showed in your face, "remember, look at me... Only at me." You took a deep breath, hours upon hours of practice taking over your body with ease. He whisked you around the floor, spinning you around just like he had before. He held you close to him, both of you laughing giddily as you danced, drank, and laughed the night away. You and Terzo made your way down the hall, stumbling into each other and giggling.

"My feet hurt." You groan.

"You always wear heels to the parties, and you always complain." Terzo teases you. He suddenly scoops you off of the ground, earning a startled, happy shriek from you. "You can't complain about how much your feet hurt when you're not using them." You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. You walked past Terzo's quarters on the way back to your own, you stopped him.

"Can I come inside?" He smiles as he studies your face.

"Of course you can cara mia." He sets you down for just a moment while he opens his door before immediately sweeping you off your feet again. He flops back onto the couch with a groan, you now seated comfortably in his lap. He smooths your gown over your legs, "I can't get over how beautiful you look in this gown."

"Well you look very nice in that suit." You smile at him, he kissed the back of your hand. "Terzo?" He hums in response to your question. "Can... Can I kiss you?" His hand comes to rest on the side of your face. You could feel his breath against your lips as you got lost in his eyes. Terzo started to inch his face closer to yours, this time you didn't try to look for an escape. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips finally met yours. You grabbed him by his collar, pulling him as close to you as physically possible as he kissed you. "I'm... In love with you, Terzo... I think I have been for years..." You admit nervously. In response to your confession Terzo kisses you again.

"I was worried you weren't going to feel the same... I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Both of you had been in love with each other for years, and you both were just too scared and stubborn to admit it. You both gazed lovingly at each other, leaning in for another short sweet kiss before talking the rest of the night, drifting off in each other's arms.

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His Soul's Best Mate (a Dave Parkes and Phil Proctor friendship fic)

I've recently become obsessed with the friendship dynamic between Phil and Dave (the other members of Legz Akimbo) and decided to write this: a fic about platonic soulmates

Two boys sat in a waiting room among several other hopefuls, waiting for a chance to audition for an up-and-coming theatre company called Legz Akimbo

One has his head buried in his audition book, murmuring his lines under his breath and making notes as he went along. If this went well, it could mean breaking through into a tough industry he'd been training for all his life

The other's scrolling through his phone. He doesn't quite know if this is what he wants, but that doesn't mean he isn't up for giving it a good go. Growing bored of Letterboxd, he puts his phone away and glances over at the man next to him. He sees the monologue

"I almost picked that one."

This caused the other man to lift his head in surprise, which quickly changed into a warm smile

"It's one of my favourite plays, you've heard of it?"

"Only thanks to a lot of researching!" Laughed the stranger "I'm not exactly an encyclopedia of theatre knowledge."

"What did you end up choosing?"

"Found a play called One Man, Two Guvnors. Figured I'd give it a shot."

"You're a fan of comedy! I had a feeling."

"Wow, it's that obvious?"

That made them both laugh. In a potentially volatile industry like the theatre, it was nice to meet someone that felt like a human being

"I'm Dave by the way." He extended his hand, a big grin on his face "Dave Parkes."

"Phil Proctor." He shook it

"No way, Proctor?" Dave chuckled in disbelief "Like in The Cruci-"

"Yes," Phil sighed with a smile "just like The Crucible. I guess my destiny was laid out in front of me since birth."

"Better hope you're good then!"

That's when Phil knew he'd found a very good friend

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Rehearsals were interesting. And by interesting, Dave meant "his personal hell". Seriously, their new director was more unstable than a dingy boat on a stormy sea! He thought that, overtime, he'd get better. He was yet to be proven right

One evening, Dave was on a video call with Phil for their weekly line-learning session. They figured they'd start early, plus Dave appreciated being able to talk to his friend without Ollie breathing, or rather screaming, down his neck

"Have you worked with Ollie before?" He asked during their post-run through break

"Nah, first time. You?"

"Same here, was just wondering how you were finding it. I mean, Ollie seems to like you-"

"Like me?" Phil laughed a little at that "Funniest thing I've heard all week!"

"But he always brings up that audition you're going to, the one for that radio show?"

"Only because he's pissy about me missing rehearsals!" Phil muttered "Sarcastic git..."

Once Dave heard that, it all started to click. It would explain why Ollie spent so much time talking about it, yet never showed any real interest aside from that

"Right. Sorry, sarcasm gets lost on me." Dave shrugged "Joys of autism, I guess."

As soon as he saw the look of surprise on Phil's face, Dave couldn't help but laugh - he'd forgotten that was part of him he didn't know yet

"I was diagnosed pretty recently, plus I'm really good at hiding. Trying to get better at not doing that."

"Why didn't you say anything? I mean, you don't owe anyone an explanation, but surely you could get additional support-"

"From Ollie? Not a chance! We both know what he'd do:" Dave took his pink-tinted sunglasses from his desk and put them on, imitating Ollie's voice and mannerisms "My name is Ollie Plimsolls, and welcome to my new play entitled Autism Speaks. I have no idea that this is also the name of a crapsack company because I do absolutely no research. Please sit through this agonising performance while these two actors beside me slowly feel their souls decay!"

Phil could hardly breathe from laughing, and Dave was no better as he took his glasses off again. There was something about having someone that shared their irritancy with their director that felt like Spring air

"He really is something, isn't he?"

"I think the word they use is 'crackpot'." Phil said "I'd quit, but I need the experience. Plus, I like doing stuff with you."

"Boo, that's soppy!"

"Dave, don't be a dick!" Phil teased lightly "Speaking of dick, I don't think Ollie will like it if we still don't know our lines by next week, so we should probably go for another run-through."

Dave started to move his hands like Ollie again

"You don't have the whole script memorized after 2 weeks?! What kind of actor are you?!"

"Don't Dave, I'll start laughing again!"

They only made it through a page of the second run-through because Dave kept doing the "Ollie Voice" and Phil couldn't concentrate

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4:00...

They'd been there for half an hour...

And Ollie was still ranting

Phil had stopped listening about 10 minutes in... actually, that was a bit generous. He'd probably clocked out by the 5 minute mark. It was Dave's fault, really, for improvising onstage. That was the reason he started laughing. It never happened, Phil was always great at staying in character, people saw it as a challenge, to make him corpse onstage

So far, only Dave had succeeded. And he had a consistent success streak

Of course, Phil wasn't completely innocent. After Dave started it, he had to get him back somehow - besides, they always ended up laughing when they faced each other head-on

They enjoyed it

The kids loved it

Ollie clearly didn't see the funny side

"How hard is it not to laugh onstage? Neither of you are that funny, surely it should be a simple task!"

When Ollie's back was turned, Dave looked at Phil and mouthed you hungry? That earned a silent shhhh from Phil, who was not about to enrage their director anymore - he actually wanted to go home at some point today

"You two are impossible!" Continued the angry blond man, still not looking behind him "You've ruined my production, you've ruined my reputation-"

You ruined my dream journal! Dave mouthed, laughing as Phil tried desperately to hold back his own laughter

"It's like watching a 5 year old throw a fit." Phil murmured, quiet enough that only Dave heard it

"In those silly jumpers, he looks like one too."

"How far could you push him in a pram?"

This time, it was Dave's turn to clamp his hand over his own mouth, trying to avoid any sound coming out

"Odds on 6 meters?"

"No please, I insist!" Barked an irate Ollie "Your turn! Since you're so intent on interrupting everything I do, what is it? Spit it out!"

"Just agreeing with you, Ollie." Phil said quickly, fearing that laughing in his face was a very bad idea

That seemed to set Ollie off on yet another tirade and he started to pace again. For a while, both Dave and Phil were silent. Then Dave turned to face him

"Y'know what this reminds me of?"

"..."

"My neighbour used to have this chihuahua-"

Neither of them could hold it in, and the torrent of angry yapping from Ollie afterwards was completely worth it

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"What do you mean 'not well'? You were perfectly fine yesterday!"

"It caught up to me, Ollie, I told you there was a bug going around. Dave went off with it, you'll probably get it next."

"So help me if either of you give me your disease-"

"We should be alright by tomorrow, we can pick things up then."

It took a little (more like a lot) of convincing, but eventually Ollie caved. As soon as he'd hung up, Phil turned to Dave with a confident smile

"That's him off our case for the rest of the day!"

"He really has no idea what day it is," Dave would've been lying if he said he wasn't a little downhearted by that, but it didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things "and he says he cares."

"He's all talk, no action. Or height."

They both laughed, some jokes never got old

"So," Phil took a neatly wrapped parcel from his bag and handed it to him "the celebrating begins!"

Dave took the package and opened it, and his eyes instantly widened. Never did he thing he would be holding a vintage polaroid camera in his hands

"How did you even find this?"

"You'd be surprised what you find in Camden market."

"You actually managed to fend of Tish to get me a gift?"

"Don't even mention her name," Phil groaned "I wanted to go on my own, but you know what she's like. You mention Camden Market and she follows you like a bloodhound."

"I think it's just you." Dave adopted her voice "I just love you gay guys!"

"Right, I'm taking back the camera." Phil teased as he reached for it, only to be swatted away by a laughing Dave

"Get Tish to go with you!"

Managing to avoid Phil's grasping, he pointed the camera in front of both of them and snapped a selfie

"Dave! Fuck's sake!"

"This is going on my fridge!"

"You better not!"

"It is!"

Once the laughter subsided, Dave looked at the developing photo. It was as if, somehow, he'd managed to capture the chaos and joy and everything he liked in their friendship.

Part of him wished more people remembered his birthday, he wouldn't even have minded Ollie giving him a visit!

"Thanks for this, mate. Means a lot."

"You OK, Davey?"

"Yeah, I just..." He looked at the photo, then back at Phil with a smile "I'm fine."

Phil knew that wasn't true, he gave a firm pat on the knee. A silent assurance that, all teasing aside, he was there for him

"I just feel..." David started to alternate between clenching and unclenching his fists and pressing the pads of his fingers to his thumbs, trying to find the words "... just feel a bit invisible sometimes."

"Invisible?"

"Yeah. I mean, Ollie's the main guy: writer, director, producer... all the stuff. You're Phil Proctor, lead in every performance - which you're great at! But... then there's me. Just... Dave."

Phil hated hearing his mate talk about himself like that, especially when his skills were so obvious to him. He picked up Dave's Polaroid camera and held it up

"You," he said with a smile "are Dave Parkes. Future filmmaker and producer."

"Is this you haggling for a role?"

"Well... maybe!" Phil joked, wrapping an arm around Dave's shoulder "But I know that you're gonna make films that put these plays we're doing to shame."

"That's not hard!"

After that day, Dave started to look forward to his birthday again

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Dave had been off all day, and he'd have been lying to himself if he said he didn't know why

It meant a lot, that he was the first person Phil told about his new job opportunity, he was filled with pride to think of his best friend finally escaping Legz Akimbo prison

Even so, there was a tiny part of him that wasn't happy about it at all. At first, he assumed it was jealousy. Phil was free to live his life, while he was trapped doing educational plays for kids that didn't care, with a director that seemed to hate his guts

As he sat in his living room, pressing the pads of his fingers against his thumbs in a self-soothing manner, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing. He heard a familiar voice at the end:

"Davy!"

"You alright, Phil? How does it feel to have nearly finished your life sentence?"

"Good. Really good, yeah."

Dave knew Phil well enough to know something wasn't right

"Thought you were meant to be a good actor!" He joked "Now tell me what's really going on."

"Alright, you got me." Phil managed a small chuckle "I'm not ungrateful or anything, trust me - I've wanted out of here since day 3!"

"So what's the problem-"

"Is this a bad idea?"

Out of all the things Phil could've said, Dave wasn't expecting that

"You what?"

"I want to get out, I have for ages, but what's gonna happen after I leave? It'll only be you and Ollie left."

"He spoke to you."

No answer. Not that there needed to be one

"Yeah. He did. Usually, I don't listen so much. But he said all this stuff about how I'm such a "bad friend" for leaving you behind. I know he's just saying it to hurt me, probably doesn't even meant it. But you know how I get."

Dave did. Phil had opening up about the pressure he felt to constantly make the right decision. Theatre was a difficult business, one wrong step and you could fall hard. There were many moments where Phil would need that extra bit of reassurance, just a push in the right direction

Not that he'd always ask for it, that was still tricky for him. But, when he did, Dave was there for him

And, even though he'd have loved to keep seeing his best mate every day at rehearsals, keep making him corpse onstage, and ranting about Ollie and all the other things that they did to keep themselves sane, he knew he had to be there for him here too

"Phil, you've earned this! Don't worry about me, I'm a grown up - especially when you see me stood next to Ollie!" He heard Phil laugh on the other end, which was a good sign in his books "This is about you, mate! You'll do great!"

"It'll be nice to work with a director that doesn't keep trying to lob chairs at me."

"Exactly!"

The conversation started to flow into a number of topics: films they watched recently, the most recent episode of their favourite show, their current (Phil's final) future disaster they were part of thanks to Ollie Plimsolls. Phil's departure almost forgotten until the end of the call

"Showtime next week," he said humourlessly "if it wasn't in front of kids, I'd do it tipsy."

"Not very professional, are you?" Dave teased

"No, but I think I deserve it."

A pause. Dave's fists clenched and unclenched and each finger pressed against his thumb again; with show week happening so close and the fact he wouldn't see his closest friend anymore was eating at him. Come the week after, things wouldn't feel the same. Well, they wouldn't be the same

He didn't realise he wasn't talking until Phil did:

"Odds on Ollie blowing a blood vessel tomorrow?"

Despite himself, Dave laughed

"Very probable, I'll send you a video."

"Davey?"

"Yeah mate?"

"I'll call you next week."

"OK."

Another pause

"Let me know when the ad comes out."

"Promise."

That's how the call ended: with Dave Parkes, alone in his living room, trying not to think about the week after next

Because he was used to the late nights, the rehearsal stresses, the tantrums and the bullying

What he wasn't used to was going about it alone

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"Why are you doing this, Dave?"

It was the first time he'd seen any sort of genuine care towards him being shown by Ollie. As if this was the moment he realised that Dave was exhausted. As if he finally felt even the slightest bit of sympathy

Dave looked at him. He wondered if, in another life, they could've actually gotten along. Maybe, if things were different, Legz Akimbo could've really been a trio. Three friends working together, collaborating and supporting each other

But that was a universe lightyears away...

"I just can't stand you, Ollie."

... In this lifetime, they were just too far apart

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"Phil! Wait up!"

Upon hearing his name, he turned around, surprised to see Dave running towards him. Phil's shoulder's were grabbed as his best mate caught his breath

"Dave, what happened?"

"I quit!"

"What?" Phil's eyes widened "I mean, that's great but-"

"Remember what you said ages ago? About me being a filmmaker? Well, you were right. I wrote something months ago and I sent it off to Jed Hunter this morning!"

"What did he say?"

Dave's eyes seemed to light up even brighter, his whole face glowed like a lantern about to be launched into the air

"Phil... I'm gonna be a producer."

For a few seconds, Phil was stunned into silence. Then, his arms opened slightly

"Can I-"

His question was answered by Dave pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. That's where they stayed for what felt like a joyful eternity, a buzzing clump of laughter and freedom

"Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"... Odds on you helping me out?"

Phil pulled away, slightly confused, but wth a glimmer of excitement in his eye

"As long as I'm not playing Joseph the carpenter." He joked

"No, but I did write a role with you in mind. Jed said you'll have to audition... but I'm producing, so my say goes-"

"Why are you doing this, Dave? I mean, it's great but.." why me? Was the unspoken part What makes me worthy?

Dave wrapped an arm around Phil and beamed, as if he could see their successful futures right there and then

The struggles, the little achievements, the pushbacks and the pull forwards

He could see the films he'd create, the roles Phil would go on to play, and the awards they both would eventually win - both seperately and for their collaborations

But, right now, he answered Phil's question with the only thing he knew for sure:

"Because you're my best mate, Phil."

#league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #dave parkes #phil proctor #ollie plimsolls #legz akimbo

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hairstevington · 11 months

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if you’re still taking steddie requests could i request something based on the song the marriage of bigfoot and mothman by the forgetmenauts? (super fucking steddie coded if u haven’t heard it btw) (also if u dont want to no worries!)

IT IS FINALLY FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This request is from March and I've been writing it off and on since then. Thank you for being patient and I hope you like this absolute chaos of a fic. I wrote it on my most unhinged of days. Enjoy!

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The Marriage of Bigfoot and Mothman | (Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington)

Summary: Eddie and Steve are reunited four years after the final battle with Vecna. They're still madly in love, but Eddie is a little different now. Steve doesn't care, and they both decide to run away together. Meanwhile, Deputy Carver is on their tail...

Word Count: 6.2K

Warnings: Kas!Eddie (kind of not really), pretty much all characters make an appearance, this story is bonkers, no smut whatsoever, sticks to canon except Eddie and Steve were in love, some angst but with a happily ever after, mentions of homophobia/ACAB, everyone highkey gaslights Jason, based on the song from the ask (go listen to it first for context!)

(Ao3 link here )

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1990: Hawkins, Indiana

“We’ve got a situation.”

Deputy Jason Carver sat in his brand new police car. His freshly promoted status had him feeling high and mighty, and he was ready to crack down on the crime of his small, boring town.

Well, it was usually boring, but today? Today he had a surefire way to utilize his new power.

“What’s up?” his partner asked. Andy had joined the force pretty much just to be his friend’s partner. It started off as a joke and then became real. Deputy Carver took his work very seriously, while Andy…less so.

To be honest, it kind of pissed Carver off. All the buddy-comedies they’d watched together? Turned out, not realistic.

"I'll give it to you straight," said the Deputy, gritting his teeth. “I was minding my business, driving through town, and I saw that Freak, Eddie Munson.”

“No way,” Andy responded, sitting up straight. He was fully invested now. “I haven’t seen that guy since -”

“Exactly,” Carver responded.

“Are you sure it was him?”

“Unmistakable,” Carver confirmed. “I noticed a car going too goddamn fast, so I followed them, flashed my lights, and told them to pull over. The asshole didn’t. I lost him on the interstate doing 105.”

“Wait, he didn’t pull over?” Andy asked, shocked. “Isn’t that illegal?”

Jason stared at his friend blankly.

“That’s -” he sputtered, at a loss for words. “Oh my god. Yes, it’s illegal.”

“Well, we gotta catch him then!” Andy suggested, pumping his fist. “Let’s go, man!”

Carver at least appreciated the enthusiasm. He turned the key in the ignition and off they were. To where? He wasn’t sure yet, but he was determined nonetheless. He was the fucking Deputy! He could do this. He could do anything.

Plus, Eddie was one of the least inconspicuous people on the planet. He was in a giant van, for one. But also -

“There’s one more thing,” the Deputy said as he drove them. He laughed to himself quietly in disbelief. “When he passed me on the right -” He reenacted this dramatically, speaking as if it were a performance. “I saw it wasn’t just Munson. He was driving around with Steve Harrington of all people.”

“Pshhh,” Andy said, shaking his head. “Now you’re lying.”

“Swear to God,” Carver promised. “And the strangest thing of all-”

“Stranger than King Steve riding around town with the Freak?”

“That’s the thing,” Carver responded. “They weren’t just riding around town, they were singing.”

“No way,” Andy said, confused. “Singing what?”

Carver cleared his throat, then echoed the words he’d heard not long ago -

“You'll never take us alive, it's our wedding night

We made our vows in the meadow in the dead of night

I will be his forest, he will be my light.”

Andy stared at the man beside him, who’s eyes were now fixed on the road.

“Dude,” Andy said. “How the hell did you remember all that?”

The Deputy shrugged, shook his head, then spit out the driver’s side window.

“Shit was catchy.”

“WOOOOOOOOOO WE’RE FUCKING CRAZYYYYYY!” Steve yelled out the passenger side window of Eddie’s van. Eddie cackled in response, turning the music they were blasting down enough to have a conversation.

“We’re not crazy, we’re in loooove,” he assured Steve, a gentle smile on his face. He hadn’t been this happy in a long time.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure for us it’s both,” Steve responded, equally joyous.

Steve wasn’t wrong. The two of them had reunited only a few weeks ago, after four years apart. Now, they were gathering all of their friends so they could run away together and have a pretend wedding ceremony on a farm (because gay marriage wasn’t legal but there were no laws against living with a really close friend of the same gender forever and always).

Oh, and Eddie had come back from the dead after the bats got him in the Upside Down, and now he had wings and glowing eyes.

So…that was also unorthodox. Let’s dive into some context.

1981: Hawkins, Indiana

It was the first day of Steve’s freshman year and Eddie’s sophomore year. Steve was fourteen, and Eddie was fifteen.

Steve had what parents and faculty called “potential.” His grades were decent (save for English and History), and he was on track to be on several sports teams. He was friendly with pretty much everybody in the way some kids are, but he didn’t have a solid friend group or even someone he could call a best friend.

Eddie, on the other hand, was a nobody. He was just a kid who blended in among the others, and he liked it that way. His uncle, God bless him, called Eddie “eccentric,” but Eddie knew that was just a different way to say “weird.” He excelled in English and History, because he did a lot of reading in his spare time (and he had a lot of spare time, considering he didn’t talk to anyone). He was pretty horrible in math and science, though. And generally, he hated being in school, so he skipped a lot to hide at this picnic table he’d found in the woods.

Because he was a shitty student, he had to take Algebra a second time.

Guess who was in his class?

Eddie and Steve would talk to each other every so often in class, but mainly focused on schoolwork. However, they also shared a free period, and since it was Steve’s first time at Hawkins High, he found solace in the familiar face. They worked together sometimes, and eventually had an agreement - Steve helped Eddie with his math homework, Eddie helped Steve with English.

And then…well, they were kids with confusing feelings about having a friend versus having a crush. But all of it came to a screeching halt, because then Steve met Tommy, and he got a little mean.

Eddie kind of knew Steve was headed for greatness in the Hawkins High student body, but he didn’t realize he’d jump to the top and leave Eddie in the dust.

The last time Eddie and Steve saw each other had cemented their fate. They were joking with each other as usual, and then -

“You’re…afraid of the dark?” Steve accused, laughing.

“Well, it’s not - I mean, I wouldn’t say -”

“You’re afraid of the dark.”

“I’m NOT-”

“Don’t worry, tons of people are the same way. Most of them are waaaaay younger, but-”

“Shut your goddamn mouth or I’ll shut it for you.”

“How are you gonna do that? You gonna kiss me, Munson?”

The following silence was all Steve needed to hear. It confirmed what Steve suspected Eddie was feeling, as well as the way the feelings were reciprocated.

Truthfully, Steve just panicked and reacted poorly. He had to decide - either stick with Eddie, confront something he wasn’t ready to confront, and become a social outcast, or join Tommy’s group of assholes, repress all those feelings, and eventually hook up with a bunch of women and be referred to as a King. Obviously, he chose the latter.

Eddie, for the record, ran from it all, too. He decided to embrace his anger and pain and give people something to hate him for. He was fine with being invisible, until Steve made him feel seen - after that, he was desperate for people to notice him, and he did it in the only way he knew how. Plus, Eddie figured that him being the school freak really pissed Steve off, so that was something. But Eddie found friends between music and Hellfire Club and drugs, and he felt pretty alright.

They didn’t talk to each other for five years.

1986: Hawkins, Indiana

Ah, yes. The typical way all estranged friends reunite - Person A throwing Person B against the wall of a boathouse and threatening him with a broken bottle to the neck, after Person A disappeared due to being suspected in the brutal murder of a fellow classmate.

A meet-cute of sorts.

Eddie admittedly hadn’t even noticed who it was he was threatening due to being in a blind panic. He felt himself getting feral, but after the shit he’d seen, no one could blame him.

Dustin’s voice calmed him down enough to recognize the man he'd pinned.

“You,” Eddie said softly.

“Hi, yeah, it’s me,” Steve replied nervously. Eddie let up and backed away.

The next few days were terrible and stressful and filled with horrors Eddie never could have imagined he’d face. But any time he had a moment with Steve, it was like none of that mattered.

The world was ending, and people were dying. Eddie would have been lying to himself if he said he hadn’t thought about Steve all the goddamn time, and now who knew how much time they had left?

Steve clearly felt it too, because when the group realized they’d have to hide Eddie somewhere he wouldn’t be found, Steve insisted he stay with him. Nobody questioned it, each going off their different adventures, connected by a walkie talkie.

So, Eddie and Steve spent hours alone together, and they got to talking pretty fast. Confessions and apologies spilled out of them before either of them realized it was happening. By the time the others returned, the two of them had already processed and forgiven each other for what had happened when they were kids, AND admitted they had non-friendly feelings.

“Holy mother of chest-hair, Batman!” Eddie exclaimed after Steve took off his shirt.

“Not really the reaction I wanted, but okay,” Steve muttered. Eddie laughed, then took a step closer.

“Sorry, I just - I’ve seen you shirtless before in the locker room and stuff, and you didn’t have aaaaall of this.” Eddie ran his hands against Steve’s chest, prompting Steve to jolt backwards and laugh.

“Stop, man, that tickles!” he exclaimed. “And yeah, I stayed pretty hairless back when I was a swimmer.”

“Are you telling me that you were waxed back then?”

“I - well, it was -” Steve sputtered, flustered. “I think we’re going off course, here.” Eddie smirked, then put his hand around the back of Steve’s neck. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the base of Steve’s skull, gripping tightly into a fist. He tugged on it a little to prove a point.

“I like it, you know.” Steve blushed.

“You do?”

“Yeah,” Eddie confirmed, bringing his lips impossibly close to Steve’s. “It’s like you’re Steve ‘The Hairier’ Harrington.” Steve rolled his eyes and pushed Eddie away.

“Get away from me, Munson,” Steve teased. “You ruined it.” Eddie just laughed, undeterred.

“I don’t think I did,” he replied. “In fact, I’m willing to bet that all you’ve ever wanted in your Pretty-Boy life is for someone to accept you for everything you are - excessive hair and all.”

Steve tried to play along and act like he was irritated by all this, but he clearly wasn’t. Especially since Eddie was dead-on.

“I’m not that hairy,” he insisted. “You’re acting like I’m Bigfoot or something.” Eddie’s face lit up, and Steve immediately backtracked. “No, no. You’re not about to make that a thing.”

“Steve,” Eddie began. “You know how much I love urban legends. You can’t just dangle the most amazing comparison in front of me and expect me not to make it a thing.” Steve groaned.

“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Why the hell do I still want you so bad?”

“Oh, probably something to do with the deal I made with Satan,” Eddie responded.

Steve couldn’t restrain himself anymore. His attempt at looking annoyed was wearing off, his glare softening, a smirk emerging across his lips.

“I don't get how you manage to piss me off and turn me on at the same time.” he said.

“It’s a gift.”

“Right,” Steve sighed. He gave into his urges and charged forward, kissing Eddie passionately.

He’d never felt this way about anyone before.

They spent five days together that week, but it felt like a lot longer than that. They’d become something like boyfriends in that time - although, they were fighting monsters and plotting how to destroy some big evil dude instead of going on dates. Still, they were something.

After Steve jumped into that lake, and Eddie, Nancy, and Robin saved him from the bats, Eddie tended to Steve’s wounds. They were side by side as long as they possibly could be.

Deciding to split up for the final battle was excruciating, but they both knew it was for the best. Steve had to be with Robin, and Eddie had to be with Dustin, and they all had specific roles to play.

It hadn’t been long enough to call it love, even though they both felt it. If they’d had more time, their final words to each other could have been something special. Something powerful. Something that conveyed what they meant to each other.

But they didn’t have that time, so they settled on -

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Make him pay.”

Steve held up his end of the bargain, but it wasn’t enough. By the time he’d gone back to where they’d left Eddie and Dustin, only one of them was left standing.

Steve did what any nineteen year old would do in that situation. He repressed it, fully and completely. Barely acknowledged or talked about it. The alternative was too painful to accept.

And then, he started aimlessly searching for something else to focus on. He spent a lot of time driving around. Dustin had a girlfriend in Utah, so that gave Steve a good excuse to skip town every so often. He’d drive around the country, bit by bit, never quite finding what he was looking for.

1990:

Four years came and went. The kids graduated high school and were getting ready for college. Robin was about to get her degree. Steve had been spending a lot of time at her university, but he didn’t quite fit there either.

Hawkins became boring again, and Steve decided once everyone was grown-up and scattered that he would never go back.

He drove all the way to California.

One of the gas stations had a newspaper that caught his eye - Mothman sightings. Something blurry in the sky that no one could ever follow or get a decent picture of. Steve’s heart sank as his mind betrayed him, shattering the strict rule he’d lived by for years.

Eddie would’ve loved this.

Damn. That was a buzzkill.

“You hear about the Mothman thing?” the guy at the register asked. Steve looked up, less than enthused to have this conversation. He shook his head. “Wild stuff. People are seeing him everywhere. Around this area, actually. Business has never been this good.” The man laughed, and Steve realized he must be the owner or something.

Steve had been wondering why there were so many people in town he’d never heard of before, when the beach was hours away.

Steve mumbled some sort of response and took off, cursing his inability to find a private place nearby. He drove around the town, but all the spots he deemed worthy of a breakdown were occupied.

He parked next to the woods, then wandered in and walked as far as his legs carried him. He spotted a dark cave and headed inside, a dire need to be invisible.

Then, he screamed and punched the cave wall, hurting his hand so badly he screamed again.

“Dammit!” he yelled, crashing to the floor.

It was pitch black in there. Almost as if he were in another world, or perhaps in no world at all. It was kind of peaceful, in that way.

“You good?”

Steve jumped up faster than he’d ever moved before upon hearing a second voice.

“Jesus Christ!” he yelled. “Who - I - sorry, I thought I was alone in here.”

“Yeah, clearly,” they replied.

The voice was so similar to Eddie’s that Steve couldn’t bear it.

“Sorry, you were here first so I’ll go,” Steve said, turning toward the lightened exit.

“You could stay.”

Steve shook his head, knowing the other person in there couldn’t possibly see it.

“No, I - Look, I know this won’t mean anything to you, but I’m having a shit day - well, a shit life, honestly, and you sound a lot like someone I’m trying not to think about so -”

“Steve,” the voice said, sending a chill down his spine. “It’s me.”

“Shit,” Steve muttered. “Great. Now I’m hearing things. This conversation probably isn’t even happening, right?”

“How the hell did you even find me? No one else can,” the voice continued.

“Would you shut up?” Steve asked, irritated. “You’re not - I’m going insane. I gotta get out of here.” He took a step forward, but was pulled back by the wrist.

“Wait,” the voice beckoned. “You don’t get it. You found me. Were you looking for me?”

“Dude, what is this?” Steve replied, tugging his hand free. “Some messed up game of hide and seek? I was just looking for somewhere to be alone, and I found this place by accident, and I’m not even alone here, so I’m going.”

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” the voice said. “It’s me, okay? It’s Eddie. I didn’t die when I was in the Upside Down - or, well, I did, but then I came back or something, and now I’m here, and you found me on accident. Like, that’s got to mean something, right?”

Steve’s head was spinning.

“What?!” he exclaimed. “I - no, that’s impossible. Why wouldn’t you have - I mean, it’s been years, and he would have - we would have known. No, this is bullshit.”

“Iiiit’s not,” the voice responded. Steve scoffed.

“Let me see you, then.”

There was a long, tense silence.

“I look different.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, me too,” he said. “Come on, I gotta see you or I’ll go insane.” The alleged “Eddie” sighed.

“Fine, but before we go out there, let me give you a little sneak peek.”

Suddenly, Steve was face to face with two glowing red eyes.

“Jesus!” he yelled, jumping back. “What? I - what?!”

“Yeah, I know, how do you think I feel?” the voice responded. “Glowing eyes and big wings, now. I wish I was kidding.”

Steve had seen his fair share of shit at this point. He’d seen all kinds of monsters. He’d been in alternate dimensions. There was a world in which this person (person?) was telling the truth.

Which would mean Steve had Eddie back.

Hope flickered in his chest for the first time. Screw the wings. Screw the eyes. He walked toward the light and waited for footsteps behind him, but heard none. He stopped and spun around.

“Come on,” he said. “Follow me. Please. I don’t care what you look like.”

“You say that now -”

“Yeah, and I mean it,” Steve insisted. “If you’re really - if it’s really you, then I don’t give a shit about the eyes or wings or horns or whatever the hell else you got going on, because I’ve - God, I’ve missed you more than anything, so just step out of this goddamn cave or I’ll carry you out there myself.”

Steve wasn’t usually one to find random dark caves and spill his guts to disembodied voices that claimed to be his ex, but there’s a first time for everything. He realized as he was speaking that he’d already decided to believe what he was hearing was true - which meant that if he was wrong, he’d be crushed.

But that didn’t matter. He’d been crushed before.

“I actually don’t have horns,” the voice said.

“What?” Steve asked, baffled as to why that was relevant. “Yes, you do. I saw the pictures in the paper -”

“I bought fake ones at a Halloween store,” the voice explained. “Which - now that I’m saying it out loud, makes no sense, but I’ve been by myself for like five years now and I kind of have this thing for being dramatic -”

“Jesus Christ it really is you,” Steve mumbled.

“That’s what convinced you?” Eddie asked, chuckling.

“Well, yeah,” Steve replied. “Nobody else would do that.”

“Fair enough.”

“Wait, have you been keeping your eyes closed this whole time so that I wouldn’t freak out?”

“Maybe.”

Steve smiled in the darkness, amazed at how naturally their banter came back.

“That’s dumb,” he said. Suddenly, the red eyes were back. Upon second inspection, they weren’t really that crazy. Then, Steve felt a hand grasp his, and that was it - the final confirmation he needed. He knew from one moment of physical contact that this was real.

He had Eddie back.

Together, the two of them walked out of the darkness.

Steve stared at Eddie for quite some time, analyzing his new look.

“Could you please for the love of god say something,” Eddie begged. “I can fly and see in the dark, but I can't read minds.”

He still had a humanoid figure. His face was the same as it had always been, save for the eyes (which, by the way, looked a lot less intense in the light). The wings were new, but they were only visible when Eddie wanted them to be.

“Okay,” Steve said with a nod. “I’m thinking I can work with this.”

“Seriously?” Eddie asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” Steve insisted. “Bigfoot and Mothman. It’s kind of perfect, right?”

“Bigfoot and Mothman,” Eddie repeated, grinning. “Jesus H. Christ, I love you.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

“Shit,” he said, immediately terrified. “I mean - I didn’t mean to say that. If we could just pretend like that didn’t happen, that would be great.” Steve smirked. He’d spent a lot of his life pretending, and he had no interest in repeating those mistakes.

“So, you don’t love me?” he teased, taking a step forward.

“My answer depends on whether or not you love me,” Eddie replied. Steve took his hand again and squeezed.

“I do,” he admitted. “Always have. Your move, Munson.”

Eddie kissed him instead of answering, but there was no doubt in either mind that what they were about to embark on was something major - for both of them.

“This is -” Eddie began after they separated. “This is crazy, right? Like, the world already feels weird about two dudes running away together, let alone one dude and one half-dude half fucking moth.”

“I could go crazier,” Steve said.

“What do you mean?”

Steve took a deep breath. The world had never been that kind to him, but it had given him this, and he wasn’t about to waste a single moment. He’d been running so long, and Eddie had been hiding, and neither of them should have had to live like that anymore.

“I mean, I - I’ve always wanted to ride around like I have been, but I never wanted to do it alone,” Steve explained. Eddie’s face shifted into recognition.

“Six little nuggets in a Winnebago, right?”

“You remembered,” Steve replied with a smile.

“Of course I do.”

Fuck it. Eddie was his soulmate. It didn’t matter that there were a lot of factors against them - if they were in it together, everything would be okay.

“The nuggets are all over the country,” Steve said, referring to the kids who weren’t even kids anymore.

“Well then,” Eddie responded, smiling. “If you think they’ll be as cool about this as you are, I say let’s go grab ‘em.”

They spent the next few weeks traveling the country and rallying up their friends. They’d had the same conversation over and over again - Eddie’s alive? He looks like that? You guys are gay? You’re running away to a farm together???

Whatever. It was crazy and it was amazing.

Dustin was so relieved that Eddie was alive, he didn’t care about the gay thing or the fact he could fly. Eddie and Steve asked Dustin to be their best man, and he burst into tears of joy.

Lucas called out how insane the whole thing was, but accepted it nonetheless.

El was confused, but supportive.

Max literally couldn’t give less of a shit about any of it, but was glad they were happy.

Mike short-circuited at first, but idolized Eddie so much he accepted the situation pretty quick.

Will was unfazed and over the moon for them.

Robin was ultimately just upset that Dustin was going to be best man and not her. Naturally, they donned her Maid of Honor, and then she was good to go.

Jonathan was chill about it. Eddie being a demon weirded him out a little, though.

Nancy was the one with the most reservations, but mainly she was concerned for their safety. Eddie and Steve assured her that they would be in the middle of nowhere, and that Eddie’s freaky appearance would keep them safe just fine. Since everyone else was on board, Nancy shrugged and said of course she would be there.

Wayne, like Dustin, was mainly just blown away by Eddie being alive. The rest of it was irrelevant to him.

Joyce was baffled by the whole thing, but since her children were okay with it, she was too.

Hopper just kind of grunted in approval and said nothing else.

Now, everyone was meeting up at the predetermined location - a homestead that used to be owned by one of Steve’s relatives. It happened to be for sale, so they bought it.

Off they went to their new home.

Jason and Andy had spent all day tracking and following Eddie’s van. It was slow going at first, until a concerned citizen called the local police station to report a two men raiding a gift shop. Her story was nearly discounted at first because she’d mentioned one of the men had wings, but…

Well, honestly? Jason had caught a glimpse of those, too. But it had been so quick he convinced himself he was mistaken. He convinced himself the concerned citizen had been, too. Wings? On a dead man? Preposterous.

Anyway, they chased that lead and ended up locating the van at the gift shop, and - sure enough - Eddie and Steve were walking out.

Hand in fucking hand.

“Oh, sweet lord,” Jason muttered.

“Look at all the shit they stole!” Andy exclaimed, pointing at their loaded trunk.

“I don’t care about the shoplifting,” Jason snapped back angrily. “Look at them! They’re - they’re - they’re holding hands!”

“Dude, who cares if they’re gay,” Andy replied. “We’re supposed to look out for crimes.”

Jason stared at his friend, wanting to argue, then realized he couldn’t. He grumbled, then got out of the car to confront the pair.

“Don’t move!” he shouted, prompting Eddie and Steve to turn to them. Jason was giddy in anticipation of reciting the Miranda Rights - he’d always reveled in that part of the job.

“Jason?” Eddie asked, not at all intimidated. “You’re a pig, now? Thaaaaat seems about right.”

“Shut up,” Jason shot back. “You’re supposed to be dead, Freak.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve just been missing, actually,” Eddie clarified.

“Well, I found you,” Jason said, raising his gun. He thought for sure it would cause Eddie to back off, but he didn’t.

“Ooh, Big Boy Carver’s got a gun,” Eddie mocked.

“Eds, let’s maybe take a step back,” Steve said softly. At least one of them had a sense of respect for authority.

“Jace,” Andy said, tugging at the Deputy’s shirt sleeve.

“Dude, whatever it is I’m kind of busy,” Jason replied through gritted teeth, unwilling to look away from the boys.

“They’re stealing our car.”

That was worth breaking his gaze, for sure. When Jason turned - sure enough, their cop car was driving away without them. Some red-headed teen was behind the wheel, with a curly-haired guy beside her in the passenger's seat.

Jason turned back to see Eddie and Steve had jumped into the van and were attempting to drive away.

“Hey, what do you think you’re -”

Jason tried to shoot at the tires, but he couldn’t move. He was completely frozen, but not out of fear or hesitation - this was something out of his control completely.

He was forced to stand and watch the van speed away, his own police car not far behind them.

Shit.

“WE’RE THE FREEEEAAKS!” Eddie cheered as they sped away. Steve laughed, relieved that they’d had backup or else they never would have gotten away.

“Thanks, Jane,” Steve said, high fiving the girl in the back seat.

“You are welcome,” she replied with a smile, wiping a drop of blood from under her nose.

“Holy shit, that was AWESOME,” Dustin’s voice said through the walkie talkie.

“I’ve never stolen a cop car before,” Max added. “Huh.”

“Don’t make a habit out of it, alright?” Steve warned, ever protective of the kids.

“Yes, mom,” she replied.

They were all meeting at the homestead in groups - Eddie and Steve were originally transporting Robin, Max, Jane, and Dustin, but Max and Dustin ended up making a snap decision to save their asses. The adults - Joyce, Hopper, and Wayne - were meeting them in a separate car. Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, and Will were another group. Lucas was showing up by himself, as he was just coming back from London.

“Okay, well that was cool and all,” Robin interjected. “But you do realize that cop cars can be tracked a whole lot easier than this van, right?”

“Is that true?” Steve asked.

“I dunno, but she said it pretty confidently,” Eddie responded. “Sounds right.”

“So…we ditch the cop car and consolidate,” Max suggested. “Then meet at the farm as planned.”

“They’d still find us eventually,” Dustin argued.

“Not with me driving.”

“Chill out, Mad Max.”

“GUYS!” Steve interrupted. “They’re gaining on us.”

Everyone looked in the rear view mirror to see the cops on their trail. The Deputy led the pack with intense anger in his eyes, desperately attempting to catch up.

“I can keep them away,” Jane offered. “I will protect you.”

“El,” Dustin said. “Not that I didn’t love seeing you flip that van to save us last time, but we probably shouldn’t murder anyone today.”

“Her name is Jane,” Max reminded him.

“Shit, sorry.”

“No murder?” Eddie whined with a fake pout. “But it’s my wedding day!”

“Eddie, could you take this seriously, please?” Steve pleaded, starting to feel nervous.

“Relax, I’ve got a plan,” he responded, cool as a cucumber. “But everyone’s gonna have to play along.”

Well, this could only end well.

Jason and Andy followed the group all the way to the middle of nowhere. It was some barren farmland that hadn’t been cared for in ages. The only thing that seemed somewhat new was the “Sold” sign out front.

For the last hour or so, Eddie and Steve hadn’t tried a single thing to get away. They’d led the cops right to the farm, which was…suspicious.

The Deputy was more than prepared to shoot this time if he had to. Clearly, this was a trap, and he wasn’t falling for it.

“Be ready for anything,” Jason said as he parked the car and stepped out.

“Got it,” Andy replied, actually serious for once. They walked together slowly towards the main house, their hands on their holsters for good measure.

“Heeeelp!” a woman’s voice called from behind the house.

“We are just poor damsels in distress! Please someone save us!” Jason shifted his attention to the vulnerable ladies who needed his assistance and ran toward their cries. Once he got there, they stopped yelling, and he realized neither of them were in any danger.

Two women, one a little older than the other. Jason thought he recognized her from the school band, way back when, but he wasn’t sure. The other one…

“Wait, aren’t you the girl who stole my car?” he asked.

“Sure did,” the red-head admitted with a smirk. “Stole these, too.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out Jason’s favorite pair of sunglasses.

“Hey, give those back,” he said, outstretching his hand.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” she teased. “I know a good lawyer.” Jason sneered as she put the glasses on herself, smug. Jason was about ready to scold her, but instead heard more voices, now at the front of the house.

“Hey, look!”

“Over here!”

“Forget the sunglasses,” Andy said. “Come on, let’s go.” Jason (begrudgingly) followed his partner around the house, only to find two teenage guys waiting for them, also not in danger. He recognized them, too.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Jason said. “I know you. You were in that club - Hellfire Club. With -”

Jason’s eyes widened. Holy shit. He was uncovering a whole conspiracy.

“That’s correct,” the curly-haired one replied. “I’m Dustin, this is Mike.”

“Hello!” Mike said with a goofy smile.

“You were right this whole time,” Dustin said calmly.

“We’ve sold our souls and live to serve our master,” Mike added.

“Eddie,” Dustin clarified.

“Wait, what?” Jason asked. “Okay, everyone here is insane. Andy, let’s call for backup.”

“Hey, Jason.”

Oh, great. A new voice. Jason turned around yet again to find -

“Lucas….Sinclair???”

Okay, wow. Lucas had been on the basketball team with Jason back in high school. He was one of Hawkins’ biggest success stories, because he went on to play pro and make it big.

“Nice to see you again,” Lucas said.

“It’s - what are you doing here?” Jason asked, his head spinning.

“Oh my god,” Andy muttered. “Dude, Lucas made a deal with the devil! That’s why he made it and you didn’t.”

“Andy, shh!” Jason didn’t like people to know that he’d worked very hard to be a professional athlete, because he didn’t want anyone to know he’d failed miserably.

“Yup,” Lucas confirmed. “You got me. The only reason I am where I am today and you aren’t is because of Satan.” Mike and Dustin stifled giggles behind him.

Jason couldn’t lie - having Satan to blame was kinda nice.

And then, Jason and Andy heard the front door of the house open, and looked to see a man walk out. Jason’s blood went cold.

“...Chief Hopper?” he asked, astounded. “But you - the mall fire…”

It had been front page news. Local Sheriff Jim Hopper died in the Starcourt fire. First Eddie, now him? What the hell was going on?

“Congratulations on your promotion,” Hopper said casually.

“Thanks,” Jason replied, dazed. “But you -”

“Yes, yes, I did,” Hopper continued, looking mournfully at the ground. “We’re all dead, here.”

A teenage boy walked out of the house next, one that Jason recognized immediately.

“Will Byers…” he muttered. Will had also been a top story - the kid that got lost in the woods, pronounced dead, and then came back like nothing had happened. “Wait, you’re saying that you - that you both died?”

“Yeah, that’s what we’re saying,” Will replied with a nod.

“But you aged!” Jason argued.

“Uh, yeah,” Will said with a shrug. “We can do that.”

That didn’t sound right, but Jason nodded anyway. None of this made sense. Was he dreaming?

“Nah nah nah,” Andy said, backing up. “I draw the line at ghost children. I’m out.”

“Andy…” Jason said with a sigh, but it was too late - his friend was already halfway to the car.

“Okay, so what you’re all saying is…” Jason began, attempting to recap what he’d been told. “You both are dead,” he said, pointing at Hopper and Will. He directed his attention to the girls and boys next. “And you all are part of a cult that worships…Eddie Munson.”

Everybody looked at him and shrugged.

“What about Steve?” Jason asked.

“Fresh blood,” Mike explained.

“Okay, so where is Eddie, then?”

“Right here.”

Jason looked up to see Eddie perched on the roof in all his glory - arms outstretched, wings on display, red eyes glowing.

“Jesus Christ!” Jason exclaimed. “Andy! Call -”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t do that,” Eddie warned. He flew (flew!!) off the roof and landed in front of Jason. “What are you gonna do? Tell people what you saw today? Nobody will believe you.” Eddie took another step forward, causing Jason to take a step back. “We’re all gonna stay here, and we won’t bother anyone, so you should probably just go ahead and forget any of this ever happened.”

“I won’t do that,” Jason insisted. “I can - I will -”

“Okay, so you need a little more convincing. No problem,” Eddie said. He outstretched his hand and narrowed his eyes in concentration.

And then, Jason started floating.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jason cried out as fought against the invisible force lifting him up. “Let me down! How are you -? Put me down!”

Eddie just shook his head and laughed.

“Promise to leave us alone,” he said.

“Fine! Dammit, I promise!” Jason yelled. “I won’t tell anyone! I’ll leave you alone! Just let me go!”

Jason fell back to the ground after that, and then he scrambled to his feet, ran to his car as fast as his legs would carry him, and drove back to Hawkins.

Him and Andy never told a soul what they’d seen.

“Do you, Steve Harrington, take me, Eddie Munson, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Once the coast was clear, the team worked to create a makeshift venue for the upcoming nuptials. Nancy took over as the lead with Joyce, assigning tasks to everyone. Jonathan set up chairs, the kids took over decorations, and Robin and Dustin got their respective grooms ready for the event.

Now, everyone was seated on that homestead, watching their two friends have the weirdest wedding ceremony of all time.

“I do,” Steve said.

And they all lived happily ever after.

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hiimbloblos · 6 months

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Clocks and cogs

~1600 words || heavy use of cybertronian language for body parts, time and length || Just some Rung and Whirl bonding over how ancient Rung is :) || cross-posted to AO3

Heyy you know when you scroll your Tumblr and you find something so perfect as a fic prompt that you decide to make it into a fic? Well there's this post by @powerlineangel that fits into that category!

- ...If, given a choice, you could return to you wrecker days, would you?

- Would I? Would I?! You're seriously asking me that? - Whirl lifted himself up from the berth. He turned his helm so his optic would stare right at Rung, as if trying to intimidate him.

The therapist didn't even flinch, still waiting for an answer. Whirl kept his gaze on the orange mech, but instead of trying to come up with an answer, he got distracted by... something. He couldn't figure out what it was, but being in Rung's office today made him... uneasy. Something was wrong.

- Of course I would. - Whirl finally turned away his gaze, but was still almost painfully aware that something was bothering him. - Those were my coolest days!

Did the lightning in this office change?

-Wreckin', rulin', killing bots who deserved it.

Did Rung move everything in his office by a microhic just to mess with him? That doesn't sound like a Rung thing to do.

- Things were simpler during the war, y'know. No time to think about rights and wrongs.

Whirl was starting to get agitated. He wanted to get to the bottom of this, but he couldn't figure out what he's supposed to be looking for in the first place!

Rung stopped his train of thought with some clever remark and Whirl's voicebox made a grumpy noise. He wasn't listening to him right now, he wanted to figure out what--

And then it clicked. Quite literally: something made a familiar clinking sound and made Whirl look at the source of the noise. The source of the noise was somethere where Rung was sitting, so Whirl looked at the orange mech with confusion. And then it clicked for the second time, but this time metaphorically - it was Whirl's processor figuring out the source of his irritation. He didn't listen to Rung this entire time, but should've - because the feeling of uneasiness was coming from the therapist himself.

- You're annoying me. Right now. - Whirl said bluntly, again staring into Rung's face.

- I'd say I'm surprised, but I cannot bring myself to lie to you. - Rung started writing something on his datapad.

- Not in a usual way. - Whirl shook his head, - I mean, that too, that's always a thing. - Rung got intruiged and stopped writing. - I don't like the sounds coming from you.

- ...What do you mean by that?

- You're ancient, right? You gotta be full of cogs and levers.

- I wouldn't say it's as primitive as that...

- I've noticed it awhile ago. You sound very similar to my clocks. But right now the sounds are... off.

- I'm sure whatever is wrong with my inner workings can be fixed with a visit to the medibay. Besides-- - Rung tried to say something else, but got interrupted by a claw to his intake.

- Shh!

The office got silent. Whirl listened very intently, even got his audials closer to the mech in front of him. Even Rung directed his audio sensors inwards to figure out what bothered Whirl. And then his optics made it look like he winced at what he had heard.

- Alright eyebrows, sit here. Now I'm your therapist. - Whirl jumped off the berth, clanked his claws eagerly and gestured Rung to sit down, who hesitantly placed the datapad away, to his computer, and stood up. - Actually, no, wait. I need my stuff. I'll be right back.

- Or-- Whirl, - Rung stopped his patient midway through the door. - I could go with you. So you won't have to take the entirety of your workshop here.

If Whirl still had a face, he would probably smirk at how-- eager? Rung was. But he nodded instead, his voicebox making an amused sound.

- Sure.

- Get comfortable. - Whirl gestured over to the chair near the table.

Rung complied and sat down, curiously looking at blue mech's machinations. Claws quickly ghosted over the table, collecting the tray, lubricant vials and little boxes of spare cogs. Whirl put everything on a tray and turned around to his patient.

- I need you to open up. If you're not scared of me poking around in your chassis, that is.

Rung took off his glasses, placed them on the table, and laid his arms on the armrests. A low hiss broke the silence of the room as Rung's chassis opened up, revealing many mechanisms around the spark chamber.

Without much hesitation the tip of blue mech's claw transformed to reveal a tiny screwdriver and he dove right to the source. Stiff clicks and thuds filled Rung's audials. This felt... odd. Oddly comforting. Sure, Whirl is the ship's nutjob, he had a certain reputation and he had a certain history, but right now, him working so meticulously, so delicately inside Rung's chassis... The orange mech almost felt safe.

- When was the last time you changed your oil?

- Sometime in the last quartex. Why?

Whirl shook his head, took a step back and transformed his claw back into its full form.

- Wrong oil. Too viscous for a mechanism like yours. - Whirl put on an attachment on his claw (this one looked almost like a needle), took out a vial and dipped the needle inside, taking some lubricant onto it. He turned back to Rung and lowered himself back to work.

- W-well, - Rung got interrupted by claws snapping inside his chest cavity and hissed. Whirl raised his optic at him, but Rung waved him away. - That's the oil I've been using... for a long while. I think some medic recommended it to me a couple megacycles ago, assuring me that it's the best there is.

- Yes, it is one of the best oils you can get, no doubt about it. - Whirl's voicebox made another grumpy sound and he straightened up in front of the orange mech, towering over him. - But it's not the best for your type of mechanism.

- Why is that?

- Because, - Whirl pointed at the open chassis in front of him, - if you use the wrong oil, you have to change it way too frequently. How often do you change it, anyway?

- Every kilocycle.

- See? With the right oil you'd have to do this every 4 or 5 kilocycles. You're wasting time and money! - Rung chuckled at that, but was stopped by Whirl abruptly pinning him down. - Hey! Stop moving! Unless you want your cogs spilled everywhere.

Rung reluctantly relaxed and let the claws continue their work.

- How did you start working with clocks?

- Are you kidding? You know that already, I told that story back when Fort Max wrecked your room and when you were playing a decoration at Swerve's bar.

- Yes, yes you did. But that's not what I meant. Why clocks?

- “Why”, “why-why-why”. Why not clocks? I can build them, I can fix them, I can improve them. I used to get lots of money off that, too. Even now I think I'm better at it than I used to be.

- How so?

- Well, functionalists thought that taking away my servos would make me worse at my hobby. Turns out that when you have claws instead of digits - installing upgrades becomes less problematic and tinkering with clocks becomes easier. Who would've thought? Not the functionalists, that's for sure.

Rung's dermas flattened into a thin smile. It was nice to see Whirl being so enthusiastic about anything but killing. Rung almost made a comment about it, but something inside his chest cavity snapped again, this time followed by a dry “Uh-oh”. Whirl took out a piece of a broken cog out of the cavity and showed it to the cog's owner.

- Sor... Hm. I'm so-- - Whirl's voicebox crackled and he stopped himself to think. - I'll replace it. - he finally managed to say, turning to his table.

- You could return to watchmaking, Whirl. When we're done with our sessions. - Rung looked at the blue mech's yellow optic, looking for a reaction. Which he kind of did get - for a bot who doesn't internalize his thoughts, Whirl was uncharacteristically quiet, continuing to work on fixing his mistake. - I'll.. Leave you with that thought. For now.

- Done. You can close up now.

Rung closed his chassis and once more directed his audio sensors inwards. He knew his somatic soundtrack better than most and right now the muffled sounds of his parts were the same as usual, maybe even a tad bit more melodic than he's used to.

- Incredible. - this is all Rung could muster. Word-wise. His face, though, was beaming with a genuine smile. - What did you do?

- Err... just changed some oil, wound up some springs and brushed off some deep-rooted grime. Nothin' too fancy. - Whirl dropped his claw attachments into a jar of degreaser and put it aside.

- I feel much better now. Thank you. - Rung took his glasses from the table and put them on. - Now, Whirl, I want to ask you one last question for today.

Whirl stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at the orange mech. Then the room shook with his thunderous laughter.

- Oh, so you did this to trick me into therapy again! Sure, go ahead while I'm in a good mood.

- If, given a choice, you could return to you wrecker days, would you?

- You already asked me that question today. - Whirl tilted his helm in confusion.

- I did! - Rung put his servos together. - But I would like to know if you've changed your mind. So?

- I think I would, yeah. Those were my coolest days, remember? - Whirl turned his gaze back to cleaning up his desk.

- Right. Of course.

#transformers #whirl #rung #transformers idw #blobmakes #Oh boy I sure love sharing my Transformers writing on a Mcyt blog where nobody's really a fan of Transformers!#DON'T CARE MY BLOG + TOUCHING GRASS #But also I learned so much. About clocks. And used NONE OF THAT INFO BAYBEEE #I was researching so much that I started reading about Atomic clocks #DIDDD YOU KNOWWW!! THAT atomic clocks' accuracy is 1 second in a BILLION YEARS #Not really billion it's more like 100 million but STILL. THAT'S SO COOL

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andheresthething · 1 year

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Let Me Catch Up With Ya’ Honey

Summary: Setting up a new office for your architecture business takes a turn for the best.

[No Use of Y/N] [Established Relationship] [Domestic Fluff] [Pet Names] [Kissing] [Accidental Proposal] [IKEA Furniture] [Interrior Decorating]

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Notes:

I've had the idea for a while but only got around to writing it recently. Surprisingly, carpal tunnel didn't hinder this one, rather my inability to execute my own ideas and Resident Evil brainrot. Currently out of ideas so hopefully something hits me soon or someone gives a good prompt.

Gender-neutral reader once more :)

As always, character playlist plug.

Reposted from AO3

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A door slammed, echoing in the sparse room. You were focused on the sheets of wood and bolts splayed across the cold vinyl flooring, not minding the slight commotion behind you.

“Is that the last of it?” you asked the person behind you, continuing your work on what should be a coffee table.

“Yup, U-Haul’s empty. Now, all we need to do is put together all this furniture.”

You gained the will to stop working on your first project to face your boyfriend leaning against one of many large boxes surrounding the entrance to your office. Chairs, desks, tables, and cabinets. All for the two of you to start your next big step in life. Despite his efforts to beat the midday summer heat by wearing one of his crop tops and thin shorts, he still had broken a sweat from lugging all the boxes out of the portable oven you had rented. Luckily, the office managed to stay impossibly cool.

“Do you want help with that one, or should we work on separate pieces?” he asked.

“I’m alright. Besides, I’m a God at putting together furniture,” you said, staring at him with a straight face.

“Alright, point taken. Now, what to build?”

Nightowl turned to look at all the boxes, eventually picking out the desk he had picked out for himself. He dragged it over to the area you were working in and set it down gently. When he sat down, you slid him the box cutter you had so he could get to work. It took you a moment to figure out what exactly he chose to work on.

“Starting off with the heavy hitter?”

“Why not?” Nightowl shrugged. “It’s gonna be the thing I’m glued to for the rest of time. May as well get used to it now.”

The two of you worked in comfortable silence for a while. Partially due to the intense concentration you bestowed upon your respective pieces. When you were finishing up with the small table, Nightowl broke the silence.

“I think only now the whole ‘we’re making our business super extra official’ thing is setting in on me.”

You lifted your head. “The loan we took out so we didn’t have to sell our organs for this didn’t do it for you?”

“Okay okay, that felt pretty real,” he laughed. “Seriously though, being in our actual office together and getting it all set up makes it feel like we really did it,” he smiled, now focusing his attention on you. You did the same.

“I get what you mean. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling it too. The realness is kinda anxiety-inducing, though.”

“In a good way, right?”

“Yeah, in a good way,” you smiled, going back to your table.

The two of you had started this business a while back. Nightowl had gotten a lot of recognition quickly at the company he started with when he finished grad school. While the idea originally was that he’d be working with a team, soon enough, it became clients requesting him to work on their projects solo. With his name being as known as it was, working for a company seemed somewhat pointless to him. So, he asked you what you thought about taking the plunge. After mulling it over, you agreed. He would be the architect, and you, the accountant and secretary.

It started by working out of the apartment you shared. In-person meetings taking place in coffee shops and online ones in the kitchen with a bedsheet as a background. The living room partially turned into Nightowl’s office, while the kitchen table was yours. After a year of the somewhat disorganized setup, you decided to upgrade to a real office space. Thus, started the lengthy process that brought you here.

Screwing in the last bolt, you stood up. “One down, a million more to go.”

“Don’t remind me,” he groaned.

“Come on, with me here it won't be so bad,” you said as you picked up the table and put it as far away from everything as possible. Nightowl continued his gaze, though it filled with adoration.

“God, what can’t you do?” he praised, eyes following you as you walked back to him. Still sitting on the floor, he looked up at you as you leaned down, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“I’m letting that go to my head.”

“By all means, let it.”

You went to the giant box collection and picked out the next piece. That’s how your day went. Building furniture, moving it either to the opposite side of the room or the vicinity of where you'd think it'd stay, then picking out a new box. Keeping yourselves entertained with a wide range of conversation topics.

As the early evening rolled around, hunger struck. You sent out Nightowl to pick up the cheapest pizza he could find while you fought with a bookshelf. Just as you wrangled it into place, the door opened once more, this time by a Nightowl carrying a much smaller box and a two-liter tucked under his arm. He came over to your workspace, moving aside various tools to place down the box. You immediately dove in while he sat down, him joining in once at your level. The incredibly cheap food felt like heaven in your starved stomach.

“This reminds me of my college days,” you remarked.

“We are eating poor college kid food,” he responded, opening the bottle next to him.

“I mean the situation, stupid. It’s just like when I got my first apartment.”

“Go on,” he said, setting down the bottle after taking a sip. You reached over for it, drinking before continuing.

“It was me and like, four other people in a small shitty apartment. It was our first day there, and we had brought in the few belongings we had to call it home. We were all starving and ordered a pizza because someone had a coupon, but surprise, surprise, we didn’t have any furniture. We all ended up eating together on the living room floor like this and sharing a two-liter because we also didn’t have any cups.”

Nightowl laughed, nearly choking on his food. “How were you so unprepared?”

“I definitely didn't have my shit together then. Besides, we were all nineteen-year-old finance majors that thought it would be so much better to live in an apartment. I don’t think it would have been possible for any of us to know what we were doing.”

“Makes me feel better about staying in the dorms for all of undergrad,” he smiled, taking another bite of his slice.

“You made the right call.”

The conversation continued, both of you reminiscing about your undergrad days and sharing stories you probably have told each other already. Neither of you minded hearing them over again, though. Truth be told, the time spent together made the whole venture worthwhile. Once finished, you threw the box and now empty bottle into the massive pile of cardboard in the corner of the room.

Nightowl got himself up and grabbed the next box from the now considerably smaller collection of boxes near the door. Soon, you joined him and both of you continued the day's work. Box after box, piece after piece, you had chipped away at the collection you had created. Nightfall set in by the time you finished.

Nightowl sighed as he stood up. “Why did we leave the impossible chair for last?”

“Fate must’ve had it out for us.”

“Seriously, if this stumped the furniture building God how was anyone supposed to put it together?” he grumbled. While you had originally been the one to work on it, you soon realized it would have to be a team effort. Nightowl took on the role of the builder as you read the instructions.

“It’s going to my head again,” you said as you got up from the desk you were sitting on to stand by his side.

“I’m more okay with that than you think.” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “Confidence in yourself is hot on you.”

“I think it’s called ego, actually.”

“Basically the same thing. Take the compliment, cutie,” he pouted.

“Alright, alright. I will.”

“Good,” he said, placing a kiss on your cheek. The two of you stood there for a moment, admiring the work you had done.

“We should probably put everything in place, shouldn’t we?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Up to you, cutie. You’re the one in charge here,” he responded with a slight yawn.

“I don’t think either of us will have the energy to come back tomorrow to do anything but drop stuff off after a day of decor hunting.”

“Now it is then!” he declared, sparking his energy once more.

While you had pre-planned the layout, you found yourself stuck between two ideas. Nightowl didn't have a preference between the two, so it was up to you to figure out which you liked more. Unfortunately, your indecisiveness led to an hour of going back and forth between the two, even combining them at some point, before you finally settled on what you wanted.

Nightowl walked backward toward the door, back hitting it before he slid all the way down. “We’re finally done,” he smiled, looking up at you. You made your way over and sat down beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder. He took your hand into his own. “I can’t wait to immediately pass out as soon as I touch the bed.”

“You definitely deserve it. I was the one making you move everything around over and over again.”

“As long as you’re happy with the layout, I don’t mind one bit.”

“Still, I do feel a bit guilty. Like I was bossing you around.”

“My opinion on your confidence has not wavered.”

“I don’t think-”

“Take the compliment,” he said, cutting you off.

“You are one strange man,” you laughed.

“Maybe I am, but you love me for it,” he teased back.

“That I do,” you responded, squeezing his hand slightly. “Surprising after today since the putting together furniture and arranging it thing supposedly tears apart relationships.”

“If we can survive this happily and do it for a business we started all on our own, I think our relationship can survive anything,” he proclaimed.

“It better. Wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”

“Neither would I, cutie. We should make it official.”

“Like get married?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he yawned. A second passed before he realized exactly what he said and how he said it. He let go of your hand and turned a bit to fully face you. “I don’t mean right now. Unless you wanted to then I mean right now.”

You were stunned, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Before his panicked rambling, you thought it was just more conversation. Sure, you had talked about marriage before, but always casually. Never did it come out like this. You continued to stare at each other. Though only for a few moments, it felt excruciating long.

Nightowl slammed his face into his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m tired and my brain fell out of my mouth. You don't have to take it as an actual proposal.”

“I want to.”

Nightowl lifted his head from his hands to face you once more. His face was red from embarrassment. You reached out to hold both of his hands. “Actually?”

“I haven’t exactly pictured my future without you.”

“There’s no way you actually want to marry me now.”

"Why wouldn’t I? We’ve been together for years and already started a whole business together. If anything, it’s a little weird we didn’t get married before that.”

“This isn’t real. We’re really gonna do this?”

“Yeah, we are,” you smiled.

Nightowl immediately dove to hug you, knocking you to the floor. “Holy shit, I love you so much. You actually want to get married to me. I’m so fucking lucky.” he gushed.

“You’re crushing me,” you wheezed. Nightowl lifted his weight off of you to reveal the biggest grin on his face and eyes glossy from joy.

“Sorry! You’re just… everything I've ever wanted and now I get to have you forever. Kinda unbelievable,” he said as he laid himself beside you. “When do we start the planning?”

“Maybe after we pay back most of the loan we took out.”

“That’s gonna take forever,” he whined.

“Did you forget how many projects you have lined up? We’ll get it done in no time. Plus, I got us a fantastic interest rate.”

“What if we did a courthouse wedding?”

“No ceremony or reception?”

“We can do that later. There's no need for us to wait on a legal marriage, though.”

“You are very eager to do this as soon as possible.”

"That I am. I’ll make an appointment for next week if you want.”

“How long have you been thinking about this, exactly? You seem to have everything lined up in your head.”

He paused. “Longer than I’m willing to admit.”

“I bet you have a secret wedding scrapbook,” you joked.

Nightowl’s eyes went wide. “What don’t you know?”

“You’re showing me it when we get home,” you sang.

“How did I accidentally pull this off so well?”

“The things you do accidentally tend to go well. It’s like a blessing to have luck on your side like that.”

“I think luck has been on my side for more than saving my ass.”

“Like how this probably wouldn’t have happened if we didn’t get that impossible chair?” you said as you propped yourself up, now sitting.

“Exactly! Definitely wouldn’t have been tired enough to propose if that thing didn’t exist,” he chuckled.

“We should probably get home before you’re too tired to function.”

“Agreed.”

You two got yourselves off the floor, admiring each other for a moment before Nightowl leaned down to kiss you. Once parted, you gave one last look at the fruits of your labor before going to grab your phones and keys. Nightowl flicked off the lights before leaving and you followed suit. For tonight, at least, the gigantic pile of cardboard would have to live in the office. You fumbled with your keys for a second before locking up. Turning around towards your now fiance, you reached out for his hand, which he obliged. With one last short stare of adoration, you led the way out of the building that housed your little office.

#blooming panic #bloomic #blooming panic fanfic #bloomic fanfic #nightowl #blooming panic nightowl #bp nightowl #bloomic nightowl #blooming panic x reader #nightowl x reader #bp nightowl x reader #bloomic nightowl x reader #sfw

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barnesmurdock · 2 years

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You're coming back and it's the end of the world.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Summary: You had been visiting Eddie at the hospital every day since you found out what had actually happened with him after he went missing. Now, it's time to take him home.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of food, mentions of wounds, pining, friends to lovers, this is just fluff.

A/N: Hey so....... I'm not dead. I know this isn't the usual content and nor my best writing since I've been on some sort of hiatus but I hope someone enjoys some Eddie Munson fluff!

Just for the sake of the fic, let's pretend the Munson's trailer wasn't ripped apart ✌️

Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3

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Eddie was still asleep when you entered the room. You always thought he was handsome, but he looked almost angelic in his sleep, even with his mouth slightly open and how matted his hair was.

You couldn't comprehend how he was able to sleep so deeply with the lights on. Maybe because he was still recovering from what happened to him in the upside down and his body needed the rest. He had spent the first couple of days in the hospital sleeping most of the time and you just stayed there watching him.

You placed the bag with clothes and food you had brought him on the small table beside the bed, next to some decaying flowers, and sat on the bed with a sigh, a smile inevitably forming on your lips.

Your fingers reached for his bangs to carefully move them away from his forehead dampened with sweat, caressing the side of his face afterwards.

You almost felt bad for having to wake him up, your smile widening when your fingers brushing against his skin made his brows and nose twitch.

He settled again, now leaning his face against your hand with a satisfied sound.

"Hey, Munson, it's time to wake up." You used your free hand to place it on his shoulder, carefully shaking him so he would wake up.

Eddie's response was to groan and to turn on his side, trapping your hand and rubbing his face against it, making you giggle.

"C'mon dude, rise and shine!" You said leaning closer to him, shaking his shoulder a bit harder but still being careful.

"5 minutes…" He mumbled against the palm of your hand.

"0 minutes."

Eddie managed to snake his arm out of the sheets to wrap it around your waist, mumbling "so unfair" and pulling you towards him, making you collaps against him with a yelp, as always you allowed him to move you around like a ragdoll. "Be careful!! You're gonna tear your stitches."

"It'll be worth it." He sighed, a satisfied smile appeared on his face once he had you where he wanted, hugging to your body even when it probably still hurt to put pressure on his wounds.

You ended up giving him those 5 more minutes, mindlessly playing with his hair as you stared at the ceiling. After almost losing him a week ago, you could give him that. And anything he asked, really. But you weren't gonna let him know that.

His big doe eyes opened shortly after, staring at you making you turn your head towards him.

"Hi." You whispered with a small smile, raising your hand to caress his stubbled cheek.

"Heeey."

"How about you get dressed and eat something and I help you with this thing?" You said brushing your fingers over his knotted hair. "I brought you clean clothes and a sandwich."

"Wooow, if I'd known almost dying was all it took to make you be nice to me I would have done it sooner, Y/l/n."

"What are you talking about? I've always been nice to you." You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him with a frown.

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a pointed look, making you scoff. "Oh shut up!" You scrambled to get out of the tiny hospital bed but he wrapped his arms around you to keep you in place as you struggled against him.

"Let me go, dude, you smell like ass." You said clawing at his arms and trying to pull them away from your body, although you weren't seriously trying to escape from him.

"See? You're so mean to me…" Eddie whined, burying his face on your hair and tightening his grip on you.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and relaxed against his body, knowing from experience he wouldn't let go of you until he won.

You stared at the ceiling as you absentmindedly started to stroke his forearms with your fingers, his hold on you instantly loosening. A smile formed on your lips. You knew all of his weak spots.

"So, are you gonna get dressed or what?" You asked after a few minutes in silence, spent just enjoying his warm body engulfing you and the softness of his skin against your fingers.

Eddie groaned and finally let you go to sit in the bed. Big step for him. "And you ruined the moment." He sighed dramatically.

"What moment?" You got up from the bed and moved around it to get on his side, eyeing him with a raised brow.

"Ouch." He made a pained face, bringing his hand to his chest before dropping back on the bed.

"Oh no, absolutely not, Edward." You grabbed him by his hospital gown to pull him back up, which he willingly did as he laughed at the mention of his name.

"Okay, okay. I know you hate hospitals, I'll behave now." He finally agreed, his hand wrapping around the wrist from the hand that was still grabbing his gown just to rub his thumb across your pulse point with a soft smile.

"Thanks." You sighed, smiling back as you loosened your grip. Your other hand placing the bag on the bed so he didn't have to move too much to reach it. "I'll wait outside for you to get dressed, okay?"

"What? Why? I thought you were going to be my hot nurse for the day." He joked, laughing again when you shoved him lightly in the chest.

"Eddie, c'mon!"

"Right. I was supposed to behave." He said to himself looking past you before his gaze went back to your face. "Apologies, my lovely, beautiful, attentive, caring friend. You may leave my quarters now as I shall dress up for our journey back home." Eddie said with his usual dramatic flair, holding your hand and raising it to his lips to kiss your knuckles, a satisfied smile forming on his face as he managed to make you blush and giggle with his theatrics. He really missed that.

"Thank God! Finally!" You exclaimed and rolled your eyes at him, stepping back with your hand still on his, slowly pulling away until you both had to let go.

You turned to leave, opening the door and going through it but turning again to peek your head into the room again. "Shout if you need any help, yeah?"

"Will do, Y/l/n." Eddie said with a soft smile on his face and a subtle nod. A smile that remained on his face even after you were gone.

Eddie couldn't help it. He almost died in a weird and scary parallel dimension and his whole body still hurt and everyone in that shit hole of a town probably still thought he was a serial killer and a devil worshiping freak. But not you. You were there waiting for him to get dressed. You made him a PB&J with the crunchy peanut butter just the way he liked. You were back.

Two weeks ago he couldn't remember the last time he saw you.

He didn't blame you, though. You had graduated a year ago and were working your ass off to save money for college. It was hard to find time. And he didn't wanna bother you.

And all of that ultimately and inevitably distanced you from each other.

That didn't make him miss you any less. His grades were actually better when you were classmates because the way you celebrated every passed exam with him made him give enough of a fuck to put in the effort. But what he actually missed was the way you'd never seen him as a freak but someone worth knowing. How you put your whole attention to whatever he told you. How you used to help him trim his hair where he couldn't reach or fix his bangs when they got too messy (Sometimes he'd mess them up himself on purpose). How you could never sit properly or how he had to put his hand on top of yours to stop you from picking at your cuticles until they bled and the smile you always had for him after that. How easy it was to piss you off but how it was even easier for him to get you to forgive him. The list was endless.

He had been down bad for you from the moment you laid eyes on him and for some reason never made a move even if there had been countless opportunities to do so. And it never went away. He just got used to not having you around because he had to.

But he almost died.

And you were back.

"I swear this is the best thing I've ever eaten in my entire life." Eddie said with his mouth full as he devoured the four layer pb&j you'd made.

"Perhaps eating hospital food for a week has something to do with it." You said from behind with a chuckle as you tried to undo one of the knots in his hair without hurting him. Having curly hair and spending a week in bed was never a good combination.

"Probably. But it's still the best sandwich ever. My compliments to the chef." He turned just enough to wink at you, wincing when you accidentally pulled too hard on his hair.

"That's what you get for not staying still!" You quipped at him as you rubbed your fingers on his scalp where you pulled the knot from to soothe the pain, his head immediately leaning against the action.

"It's okay, baby, I like it rough." He joked with a suggestive tone, lowering his voice and giving a squeeze to your knee before giving it a couple of pats and resting it there.

"Of course you do." You chuckled nonchalantly, trying to ignore how his stupid comment made your cheeks burn. One would think your feelings for him would have fizzled out after you time apart, but that clearly hadn't been the case.

It was easy to fall into a comfortable silence with Eddie. Don't tell anybody, but he was actually able to shut up and enjoy the silence from time to time.

After a while, you managed to get all the knots out. His hair was oily from being in bed for a week but you still combed it one last time with your fingers to make it look more presentable.

His hand twitched on your knee before giving it another squeeze, making you have to take a deep breath to stay focused. You wondered if he knew what that did to you.

Once you were done, you carefully wrapped your arms around his middle and rested your chin on his shoulder. "All done. Are you ready to go?"

He placed his other hand on your other knee to run the sides of your thighs with a fond smile on his face, enjoying the close contact with you.

"Heeell yeah." He threw his head back with a content sigh, exposing his jaw and bandaged neck for you to admire.

You stared at him for a moment, taking him in as if you didn't already have that side profile ingrained in your brain. Your hands gave his belly a gentle rub over his t-shirt and you placed a kiss on his jaw before breaking the moment again. "Let's get the hell outta here, then."

The drive back home had Eddie's heart fluttering the entire time. From finding you still had his mixtapes on the glove compartment of your car to hearing you talking about planning on coming by his trailer after work to check on him, not even asking for permission. You knew you didn't need it, that you were always welcome no matter what.

He had spent most of the drive simply staring at you. At how you furrowed your brows when you drove because you focused way too much on being a good driver but still bobbed your head with whatever song was playing at the moment.

He hadn't had many chances to observe you like that in the time you'd known each other because he usually was the designated driver, even if he was a shitty driver, because he was always on his best behavior for you.

Well… almost always. Sometimes he couldn't help but be just reckless enough to get you riled up without putting you in any actual danger. There was something about annoying you that he just loved.

"I've missed you, you know?" Eddie's voice was soft and full of fondness when the words came out of his mouth as he played with one of his rings with his hands.

"I know. I've missed you too." You glanced at him for a moment with a small smile before your eyes went back to the road.

"Have you got enough money to go to college yet?" Eddie asked after a beat, looking down at his hands before looking back at you. He knew you'd be gone forever the moment you had the money and, as selfish as it was, he didn't want you to leave. He didn't want to lose you for good.

"Nah. Next year is the year." Your smile widened and you glanced at him again. "Don't worry that pretty head of yours, though. I'm not going anywhere if I can't take you with me." You placed your hand on top of his and took it from his lap to give it a reassuring squeeze.

Eddie's chest tightened at your words and he turned his clammy hand so he was holding yours too, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I don't think '86 is my year anymore, y/n. You should get the fuck away from here, specially now we know this place is cursed."

"I disagree. You could've died, but you didn't. You're here. '86 is your year. You're gonna pass that final and then we'll pack all our shit and go wherever the hell we want. Wasn't that the plan?"

The plan.

That was the plan.

You two had talked about it one night in his trailer a long time ago. You just had to graduate, get some money, get in his van and just go wherever life took you. Together.

But even at the time, and as seriously as Eddie had been about it, he thought you might've been just joking around. Just saying shit because you had clicked since day one and you only had one year before college and you couldn't spend one day without being around each other.

But then reality hit.

You graduated, he didn't.

You decided you wanted to go to college, he didn't.

You went on with your life, he didn't.

But you had been serious about the plan as well, you hadn't gone on with your life, you were just waiting for him.

Eddie realized he had been staring at your joined hands for too long without saying a word when you pulled away to shift gears, making him snap out of his thoughts.

"Stop the car."

"Huh?" You looked over at his direction with a confused face. "Why?"

"Y/n, just stop the car." That was the only thing he was able to blur out at the moment. He wasn't sure about what he was going to do or say once the car stopped but he just knew needed to do something about this now.

You quickly did as he said and went off the road to stop the car, taking off your seat belt, turning towards him in your seat, giving him a worried look. "What's going on? Are you okay? Does something hurt?" You asked as your eyes traveled frantically looking all over his body, your hands following to carefully check if there was something wrong. "You tore your stitches, didn't you?"

You took off his seat belt to lift his shirt when his hands grabbed your wrists to stop you, making your eyes snap back up to his face.

Eddie stared back at you with widened eyes, his face was flushed and his mouth slightly parted. He licked his lower lip and moved his hands to cover yours resting on his abdomen while you still held onto his shirt.

"Ed-"

"I love you." He just blurted out with an exhale, his hands tightening his grip on yours, bracing for whatever response he was about to get.

It was your mouth's turn to part, your gaze shifting from one big dark eye to the other. Your hands relaxed under his, letting go of the fabric as you tried to process what was happening.

It wasn't the first time Eddie had said those words to you. But this time it didn't feel like the others. He wouldn't have made you stop the car in the middle of nowhere to tell you that.

"I… I love you too." You finally managed to say, almost in a whisper, slowly blinking at him.

"No, Y/n. I'm fucking in love with you." He insisted, lifting his hands to gently hold your face, wanting to make sure you understood. It wasn't the first time you'd said that either. "I don't wanna go back to how things have been lately. I can't. I want… Fuck. I know it's selfish but-"

"Shut the fuck up, dude, you're breaking the moment." You rolled your eyes fondly at him with a soft smile before you mirrored him, grabbing his face to bring it closer to yours and leaning in to kiss him.

Eddie's lips were just like you had imagined. Plump and soft against yours, he stayed frozen for a second before his hands dipped into your hair as he finally started to kiss you back.

You smiled against his lips and brushed your thumbs against his stubbled cheeks when you felt him deepen the kiss.

"C'mere…"He pleaded. If you asked Eddie, there was still too much distance between your bodies, so he set his left hand on the back of your neck and resched for your thigh with the other, pulling you towards him so you'd sit on his lap.

You wrapped your arms around his neck once you were straddling him. His arm wrapped around your body to pull you even closer as the two of you kissed almost desperately.

"Hey, take it easy… I don't wanna have to drive you back to the hospital…" You managed to break the kiss to speak, both of you breathing heavily.

"Can't. Now that I've kissed you once I don't think I can stop." He whispered, his eyes fixed on your lips before he went to kiss you again.

You couldn't help but give in and kiss him back, even though you placed your hands on his shoulders to pull away again. Eddie sucked on your lower lip as you pulled back. He leaned in to try to get another kiss and you pushed him back against the seat. "Stay still for a second, oh my god!" you chuckled, your laugh dying down he hit you with those doe eyes again. He looked even more flushed now, his lips puffy and rosy from all the kissing. God, he was fucking pretty. "How about you let me take you home and we continue there, hm? I wasn't joking when I said you smell like ass."

"You had to say that." He sighed as he faked annoyance, shaking his head and making you laugh again.

"I totally had to."

"But you still love me, though."

"I fucking love you." You dipped your head to give him a quick kiss, kissing his nose as well before you went to get back to your seat.

Of course, Eddie grabbed your thighs to keep you in place once again.

"Wait, just one more thing."

"What now?"

"This means you're gonna be my girl now, right?" He asked with a smirk before biting his lower lip, keeping his big warm hands firm on your thighs.

"Of course I'm gonna be your girl, Munson." You shook your head with a smile before pecking his lips.

Eddie hugged your body tightly, smiling against your lips. "Can't wait to get home then, Y/l/n."

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