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loveswrites · 8 months

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Rainy Road Part 2

Rainy Road Part 2 Poly Cullens x Reader

Time it took me: A while can't even lie

Word count: 1501

To anon: There will be a part 3 ofc my loves

Love <3

Cold. Cold was all you felt. It had been 3 months since The Cullens left. From that night on forward you felt like time was paused for you but was still going on for everyone else. The seasons change and the leaves fall. All you can see is that rainy road from that night. Bella was no different. When your mates left, so did hers. You never thought Alice would do something like that to Bella. But then again you never thought any of the Cullens would do something like that to you. Everything went against your better judgment.

Charlie has tried to get you and Bella to go out more, talk more, eat more. The eating part was more so pointed towards you. When you woke up from that night you felt fine until all your memories came rushing back. When you did you woke up in a hospital. You had hoped and prayed that the doctor that would walk through that door was Carilse. But he never came. He never showed. That broke you more than having a broken arm ever could. You didn’t know what to do. Carilse was only ever concerned about your health. Being the amazing doctor he is. And his love for you only amplified his push for you to stay healthy.

So you did the only thing you could do.

You went on a hunger strike. For two weeks straight you wouldn’t eat anything other than the spoonful of food Charlie would practically shove down your throat. He would beg and plead for you to eat something. He didn’t care what it was. You thought starving yourself would bring him back. Would bring them back. It didn’t. No sign of them was ever found. That hurt you more. They really didn’t care. Everything they said was true. Those months you spent loving them, understanding them, caring for them. Meant nothing to them.

You couldn’t sleep most nights, and when you did they were full of nightmares. The hateful words they said to you that night rang through your head. The voices were so loud you’d wake up screaming in terror. This was hard for Charlie. If it wasn't Bellas screams waking up the whole house it was you. No one had gotten a good night's rest since that night and it was really showing. Charlie would get caught falling asleep on the job whenever he was at work, He'd fall asleep mid dinner, etc. That made you feel bad. You couldn't hide your pain even if you tried. You couldn't like and say you were fine. Your eyes tell a thousand truths.. That's something you always told Edward whenever you caught him being closed off.

You could always read him like a book. Not that night though.

It was late or early in the morning you should say. You wouldn't know you didn't go to sleep last night. You couldn't. You watched the sunrise as much as it could behind the gloomy clouds. The sound of rain hitting your bedroom window brung tears to your eyes. That sound only reminded you what happened that night. But it also let you know that what happened was real. Not just a traumatic nightmare or dream.

It was the weekend so you were free to do whatever you wanted. Yay, you thought dryly to yourself. A knock coming from your bedroom door brung you out of your thoughts. As it opened Charlie peeked his head in.

"You alright in here?" He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders in response. You've never been so not alright in your life. Everyone knew that.

"How'd you sleep? I didn't hear anything last night.." Charlie said walking into your room.

"I didn't sleep." Your voice reeked of never ending tears. You felt like an overflowing river. Or more so you felt that you were drowning in that river.

"Oh.." He said. And even looking out the window you knew he was scratching the back of his head.

"Your mom called." He stated.

"Okay." You said plainly as your voice cracked.

"She wants you and Bella to come visit her for a while in-"

"No thanks." You cut him off sitting up to face him but not before wiping the tears off your face.

"You're not well. You're worse than Bella. You're going. You haven't left your room since I don't even remember when. You're worrying me." Charlie stressed out.

"I- that would make me worse." You said trying to think of something to say other than just kill me.

"You need to go out, have fun like you used to. Seth called his worried about you too he says you guys haven't talked in months. Why don't you hang out with him?" Charlie suggested.

"Sure." That was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Great! I'll tell him you're on your way over." Charlie said before he made his way out of your room. When you heard your door close you sat up.

You were irritated by the events of this whole thing. You didn’t want to go see Seth. You didn’t want to go see anybody. You barely even wanted to look at yourself. You don’t even remember the last time you looked at yourself. The last time you saw Seth was that night.

Everyone told you that Seth was the one who found you that night, you wished he didn’t. You had wished he left you in the middle of that road to die like the family who swerved to avoid hitting you did. No one would let you go see the family or try to go say sorry. You were hysterical. You couldn’t even form a simple sentence to the doctor when they would ask you “Where does it hurt the most?” And all you could do was point to your heart and gasp for air.

After 10 minutes of laying there in your bed contemplating if this life was really truly worth living you got out of your bed. Walking in the hallway you were faced with Bella who looked as horrible as you felt. She was dressed and she had her bag over her shoulder.

“Where are you going?” You asked. You don’t hear her leave her room unless Charlie calls you both down for breakfast and dinner.

“Charlie.” Bella said and that was all it took for you to know that he gave you both the ultimatum. Either get better here or go home with mom.

“Who he'd make you go see.” You were kinda curious.

“Anyone really, I chose Jessica though.” She spoke softly.

“What about you?” She questioned back.

“Seth.” You both shared a look and both shook your head and parted ways.

The front door closed the same time you closed the bathroom door.

Looking in the mirror for the first time in a long time you couldn’t help but look back and see yourself as a widow. You were never married to your mates but in some way it felt like that was an unspoken marriage to begin with. Sighing you spent a long, much needed hour in the bathroom. And when you walked out you felt like a new woman with a shiny broken heart. You got dressed and after another hour you were off to Seths.

As you drove the car Carlisle bought you for your birthday you fought yourself to not get lost in your own thoughts. Why didn’t he take the car? They took Bella’s radio but not my car? Maybe that would be something too big to not notice being gone? Before you knew it you were at Seth’s place. No matter how slow you drove you got here too fast in your head. You couldn’t express how much you didn’t want to be here but here you were. Letting out another breath you got out of the car and before you slammed your door shut the door to the cabin opened.

Turning around you saw Seth walking out with a smile on his face. Giving him a soft smile you closed your car door and walked up to him closing the distance.

“Hey.” He said smiling.

“Hi Seth.” You said softly.

“I missed you.” He said pulling you in for a hug. You tensed at the physical affection. He always hugged you when you saw each other. But it seemed all too much today. You found yourself holding back your tears immediately when you hugged him back. He wasn’t who you wanted to hold, to touch..

Pulling away after a while you sneezed and quickly wiped your eyes.

“So what do you wanna do?” you asked.

“We can watch some movies and order food if you want?” He said.

“Sure I guess that would be fine.” You replied softly. Seth smiled and you both started walking towards the cabin. Your social battery was already on hell. You had no clue how you were going to get through this.

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tkwrites · 8 months

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Shoot the Moon - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: Shoot the Moon

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn Hughes x Original female character

Warnings: comfort, fluffy beginnings, smut (18+ only), oral m & f receiving

Summary: Quinn comes home exhausted from a rough road trip. After a good night's sleep, he decides to try out some new things with Sarah.

Word count: 5,500

Comments: this is my first fanfiction ever posted, though I've been writing them for a long, long time. I hope you enjoy!

Shoot the Moon

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

I made tacos at your place, so don’t pick anything up on the way home.

This simple text sent gratitude rocketing through Quinn. He just needed to get home. They were on the bus to the arena, then he would drive the 20 minutes to his apartment, and to Sarah who was waiting for him with his favorite meal. The bus seat was digging into the bruise on his right hip from where he’d hit hard two days ago. It felt better when he was moving, but sitting still was torture. It had been on the plane and it was here again.

He was so glad to be home. It was near the end of the season, and he was tired, his body, time and emotions drawn out well beyond their limits. He couldn’t wait to get a good night's sleep next to Sarah. He had never missed someone like this. He'd never noticed the absence of her weight in the bed next to him, or missed the smell of her perfume in such a tangible way. He was beginning to feel like he couldn't and didn't want to live without her.

The next road trip they went on, he needed to bring something with her perfume. Maybe that would help him sleep better.

When he finally opened the door to his apartment, Sarah walked around the couch to greet him. His bags hit the floor and he collapsed against her, nuzzling his nose into her collar bone and taking a deep breath.

“God, I missed you so much,” he said, pulling her flush to him. She was in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of leggings. It was the very thing he’d been hoping she would be wearing.

Her hand went to the back of his head to stroke her fingers through the dark waves there. “I missed you too.”

They stayed that way for a while, just holding each other. Quinn felt like he might cry, being back with her. Man, love had turned him into a sap.

He understood why the older guys were always so anxious to get home to their wives.

He moved just enough so he could catch her lips with his. A different kind of sigh moved through his body when she returned the kiss.

After a few minutes of gentle, loving kisses, a loud gurgling came from his stomach, and Sarah laughed as she pulled away. “Let’s get some food into you,” she said, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen.

“You sit,” she said, gesturing to the table, “I’ll bring you a plate.”

After setting a full plate in front of him, she went back to make herself one. He was certain she’d eaten earlier, but didn’t want him to feel alone. It was eight already. All he wanted was to eat and fall into bed with her, letting her hold him. His eyelids seemed to get heavier at the thought.

“Don’t tell me my food is that boring,” she teased sitting next to him.

Shaking his head, Quinn tried to blink away the tears welling up in his vision.

Sarah set down her taco and put her hand on his forearm, “what’s wrong?”

He sniffled. He felt like a kid, coming home from a bad game and crying to his mom. Except this time, the disappointment of loss was soothed by a swell of gratitude like he’d never felt before.

His voice was thick and a little higher than usual as he said, "I don't know, just coming home to you, and to this,” he gestured at his plate, “I just feel so lucky.”

She smiled, and leaned over a corner of the table to kiss him, “I love you too. Now eat before you get too tired and wake up hungry in the middle of the night.”

He laughed, remembering the first time he’d done that very thing when she started sleeping over. She'd come out with his shirt on, voice and eyes bleary with sleep as she asked what was going on. Her eyes went wide when she flipped on the light and found him with a sandwich in his mouth.

If he ate too early in the evening, hunger pains would wake him in the middle of the night. Nothing was going to wake him tonight if he had anything to say about it.

His tears subsided, soothed by her knowledge of him, her scent and the food filling his stomach.

He put the plates in the dishwasher, as she went about putting away all the ingredients. There were a lot of moving parts to this meal. He didn't even know he had that many food containers in his house. Maybe she had brought them from hers.

“You can go lay down while I finish this,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

Quinn shook his head. He’d been too long without her. He wasn’t about to willingly walk away now.

When they finally made it into the bedroom, he stripped down to his boxers, and washed his face in the basin beside hers. She removed her leggings, and threw some of the pillows onto the floor. Usually, she would stack them in a chair, but apparently, she was as anxious to get into bed as he was.

They lay on their usual sides. She’d already seen him cry that day, so he didn’t feel as hesitant to ask for what he wanted.

“Can you hold me?” he asked. It came out quieter than he thought it would.

Sarah smiled, and scooted closer to him so their noses nearly touched, and she could bring her arms around him.

“No like,” he felt his cheeks get hot, “can I be the little spoon?”

“Sure, roll over.”

“I can’t. My hip.”

“What’s wrong with your hip?” she asked. “You told me you were fine."

He winced, a flash of guilt in his face, "I don't have any major injuries."

"But you have minor ones?" She pulled back the blanket to get a better look at him.

“I took that hit and landed right on it in Ottawa, and it’s bruised to high heaven,” he said. “It's not really hurt, but it's tender.”

Her fingers brushed down his side, and despite his exhaustion, his skin still reacted - shivering onto high alert. She pulled back the band of his boxers to reveal a dark purple bruise that had gotten bigger since the last time he’d looked at it. Apparently sitting on the plane hadn’t helped him at all.

“Oh, Q,” she said, voice turned nurturing instead of the coddling or "buck up!" he got sometimes from the trainers or his teammates.

“Here,” she said, rolling on top of him.

If this was any other night, this would play out much differently. He kissed her still, because he’d been thinking about it for too long, and she was here. She was here. He was home, and she was here with her perfect mouth, and her cute, crinkly smile. He couldn't resist her.

She deepened the kiss, devouring him like she just couldn’t wait any longer. She'd missed him so much. She knew he was tired. He'd been tired all week, but she finally had him back in the city - back in their bed - and she couldn't not.

Quinn felt himself groan. His hands reacted instinctively, rucking her shirt up, anxious to feel more of her skin.

Breaking away, she moved her mouth to the spot under his jaw that she knew made him weak.

“Sarah,” he breathed.

She responded with a slow glide of her tongue.

“I want you so bad,” he whimpered, “but…”

She pulled away from his neck to look down at him. "But?” she repeated.

“I’m so tired, I don't think I can keep it up.” A hot flush spread down his neck and onto his chest, “I’m sorry,” he babbled, “I really, really want to, but can we wait until morning?”

She bit her lip and nodded, swallowing down the hot desire she felt.

"I'll make it up to you, I swear," he promised.

Her mouth melted into a smile. "I know you will," she said before pecking him on the lips.

Sarah rolled off of him, onto the other side of the bed. “Scootch over,” she said.

He did and she settled, tucking her body against his.

“Wait, I need my pillow.”

They did an awkward shuffling dance to switch pillows without sitting up.

Once settled again, she sighed into him. Every part of her was touching him, and he would have given her anything at that moment. He could even feel her nose against the back of his skull.

He felt supported and loved, and home. Finally home.

She draped her arm around his chest and he found her fingers with his own, lacing them together.

“I love you, Sarah,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“I love you too Quinn.” Her breath tousled the short hairs on the back of his neck, “I’m so glad you’re back. I missed you.”

“I missed you so much,” he said, finding a way to somehow pull her closer.

As sleep overtook him, he found himself thinking for the first time in a relationship how much he wanted to be with her forever. How much he wanted to make a real commitment to her. He’d never felt that way before. He should call his dad to see if he could use his grandma’s ring. The thought was startling, and he realized he was getting ahead of himself. First, she needed to move in. He wanted her here. Everything was so natural with her. Finally, he really was home.

Quinn couldn’t remember ever sleeping so well. He’d slept fitfully on the road trip, despite his exhaustion and usual ability to sleep anywhere. His brothers had been quick to send him funny memes about him looking like a zombie. He came home feeling like a zombie.

Waking up now, things felt right. He wasn’t sure he could say it in any other way. It all just felt better and brighter. He felt rested, and invigorated for the first time in seven days. He was on his back, and Sarah was tucked against him, on her side. He finally had a day to himself, and he was going to spend every second of it with her.

Her t-shirt had ridden up through the night, and her bare thigh was pressed against his.

Spending some time memorizing that feeling, he waited for her to wake up.

“Hey,” he said quietly after ten minutes when she showed no signs of stirring.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she tucked her face into her pillow, mumbling something he couldn’t understand.

He laughed a little, and tried again, this time squeezing the arm around her.

“What time is it?” she asked, her morning voice hoarse and a bit deeper than usual.

That voice stirred something in him. It always had. It took him back to the first time she’d slept at his apartment. Waking up next to her was something he could never forget. The way she’d wrasped, “good morning,” before kissing him softly. It was one of his favorite memories.

He glanced at his watch, “a little after seven.”

She groaned and tucked her face behind his shoulder, “it’s too early to be up.”

Laughter bubbled up his throat. “We went to bed at 9. That’s almost 10 hours.”

Looping her arm over his chest, she somehow managed to pull herself closer to him as her leg covered him, her knee to his opposite hip. “Still too damn early,” she said, settling her head on his chest.

“If you want me to go back to sleep, straddling my thigh isn’t the way to do it,” he teased.

“I’m not straddling your thigh,” she protested, “I’m cuddling.”

“I can still feel all of your skin.”

She rolled her eyes, “if you want me to be up at seven, you better have a damn good reason, Quinn.”

Rolling onto his side, Quinn cupped her cheek in his hand. He kissed her gently before rolling on top of her. “Is this a good enough reason?” he asked, working his leg between hers before licking farther into her mouth.

“Mmmm… I don’t know,” she said, making a big show of shrugging her shoulders, even as her fingers were winding into his hair.

He pulled back, “you want me to stop?”

Her big blue eyes looked up at him, looked right through him, and it sent a shockwave through his whole body. God, how had he ever managed without her?

“No,” she said, voice quiet, the morning hoarseness starting to wear off, “I’m up now.”

“Good,” he said, “because I am too.” Leaning down to capture her mouth again, his hands pushed her shirt up.

She pulled back with a groan, “did you just make a dad joke during foreplay?”

His smile was impish, “maybe. Did you like it?”

She rolled her eyes even as she was pulling him back down into the kiss, “It’s a good thing I love you, Huggy.”

He groaned at the use of the nickname. “Please don’t call me that in bed,” he begged, moving his mouth to her neck.

She giggled a little before it bled into a moan. The sound shot straight to his groin.

He had some theories he wanted to try out.

Half way through the roadie, he had shared a room with Elias.

The only explanation for the conversation that followed that night was Quinn's exhaustion. If he were normally rested, he likely wouldn't have brought it up at all. But sitting there mindlessly watching Sports Center, listening to Petey talk to his girlfriend in Swedish, he wondered if he was doing things wrong with Sarah.

It's not that he felt Sarah was unsatisfied. She didn't seem to fake it, and their connection was only made stronger when they slept together. Even on nights when sex was off the table, but she still stayed over, sleeping in the same bed seemed to solidify their relationship more.

Still, he worried. He wanted to be good for her, to be the best for her. And maybe their sex life was normal, but it didn’t seem like anything from the romcoms he’d seen, and he wondered if they were missing something. Maybe he wasn’t giving her something she needed.

Anxiety always came easier when he was tired. That was the only reason he asked Petey what he thought being a good lover meant when he got off the phone.

“Does Emma like everything you do?”

“Everything?” Elias repeated, laughing, “no.”

“No, like in bed?” Quinn felt his skin get hot. This was not the kind of conversation they usually had.

Petey's pale skin flushed red. “Are you asking me how my girlfriend likes to have sex?”

“No. I mean maybe? I just mean, I want to make sure Sarah's satisfied, but I'm not sure how to do that.”

“Have you talked to her about it?”

“Not really.”

“I think that's probably your best bet.”

“Yeah. I just feel like there are things I should know.”

“What kinds of things?”

“Like, foreplay stuff.”

“Do you not usually do that?”

“No.” He thought, then amended, “I mean we make out a lot. And she likes when I kiss her neck, so I do that. I get her off with my hands sometimes."

“Does she seem like she wants more?”

“I don't know.”

They ended up having an extensive conversation in which Petey talked about how Emma liked it. How on nights when they had the time he would give her two or three orgasms with his hands and his mouth before they had sex.

“She really likes when I suck on her breasts,” he said. “Actually every woman I've been with has liked that. I think Gretta told me that. She was my first girlfriend.”

Quinn had been mentally taking notes the whole time.

“Honestly,” Elias said, “it's best when I ask her how she wants to be touched and she tells me. That varies from day to day. Sometimes she doesn't even want foreplay.”

So now, Quinn mouthed his way up to her ear, and whispered, “how do you want me to touch you?” His voice was husky and deeper than normal. He’d never sounded like that before, but he'd never wanted to be good for any other woman like this before.

Her little gasp was followed by her hips tilting into his. Maybe Petey was on to something here.

“Show me how you want me to touch you,” he said, moving his mouth down to the soft spot under her jaw he knew she liked.

He nibbled it with his lips as their hips surged together.

Her hands were in his hair. And her fingers tightened as another soft moan escaped her mouth. The next thing he knew, she was sitting up, forcing him back onto his knees. She ripped her shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room. She was left in a pair of cotton underwear styled to look like men's briefs. They had tiny green flowers all over them and green trim.

“These are cute,” he said, running a finger along the waistband.

Her skin quivered under his touch.

She pulled his mouth to hers before placing his hands on her breasts. “Here,” she breathed against his lips, “touch me here.”

God, if this wasn't the hottest fucking thing he'd ever experienced. Why hadn't he ever thought to ask her what she wanted before? He didn’t have to guess, he just followed instructions.

Her hands covered his, and she led his fingers to roll her nipples. She arched into his touch and a whine escaped her throat. Her hands slid up to cling to his shoulders.

Moving his mouth back to the soft spot under her jaw, he listened to her panting breaths for a while. He wasn’t going to last long if she kept that up.

Time to put another theory to the test. He mouthed down her chest before wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking. Answers came immediately.

“Quinn,” she moaned. Her hand cupped his head, encouraging him to stay there. Her hips ground against his own. He couldn’t hold back a moan.

“Fuck,” she whispered, heat pooling between her legs, “that feels so good.”

He’d never made her swear in bed like that. A ridiculous amount of pride swam through him.

He moved to the other breast and reveled in the groan that fell from her lips, a little louder this time.

"I want your mouth all over me," she heard herself say.

When they first got together, Quinn had been fairly inexperienced. Some due to them learning what the other person needed, and some, she figured, because he was used to quick hookups and had never really been in the kind of relationship where a woman could teach him what she liked.

He got more bold as they got more comfortable, and she told him what she liked. Still, there were certain things she'd been dreaming about since they met that he seemed too nervous to try. He seemed willing now and she was teetering on the edge.

She whined when he lifted his mouth from her. He gave the puckered nub a kitten lick when she tried to pull him back down.

“Where else do you want my mouth?” it felt a little dirty to say out loud, but her response had him wishing he’d asked before.

Her head plopped back on the pillows behind her, and she groaned, louder still. He wondered if he might be able to get her to yell his name. The thought of it made him ache.

“I,” she panted, “eat me out, please.” Sarah was so turned on at the thought of him finally going down on her that her flirty filter was gone.

“You want it here?” he asked, sliding his hand down to cup her, still covered in the cotton briefs.

“Yes,” she moaned, “God yes. Please, Quinn.”

Quinn had only given oral sex once before. It was with a girl he dated in high school, and she all but forced him between her legs the first time they went further than making out.

When he had started, not really sure what to do, hoping for a little instruction, she shrieked about him being a selfish lover and stormed out. He hadn't even needed to jack off. The experience was so deflating he hadn't ever tried it again.

“How do you like it?” He asked now as he peeled the briefs down her thighs.

He knew what Sarah liked, but the thought of failing her made his heart heavy and his ego ache. He wanted to be good for her.

He had some idea from watching porn, but he knew by now that was an unreliable source.

She kicked her underwear off the bed, and she was bare before him. An ache opened up in his chest. How was it possible to love someone so much? It wasn't just lust, even though he felt that too. It was vulnerability and trust made into action.

“Like you do with your hands,” she said, "except with your tongue. I'll tell you if I need something more. I trust you.”

The anxiety fluttering in his chest calmed a little at her words. He decided it was better to just start. The baseline knowledge he had of her body told him things like the pressure she liked, and where she liked to be touched.

He stroked his hands over her hips, and settled between her legs.

“Tell me if you don't like something?”

She nodded, heart hammering with anticipation.

He leaned in and parted her with his tongue. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Soft and warm and delicate. Also delicious. Sweet, tangy and completely different from anything he'd tasted before. He loved the smell of her when they made love, and this was the same amplified ten fold. God, why had he waited so long?

She gasped and moaned, hips arching up to meet his mouth. Finally feeling his tongue on her was better than any of her fantasies.

"You taste so good," he groaned.

“Really?” she thought people only said that in books. Men written by women.

Now that he was here, a carnal, competitive need took over. He needed to get her off. It was more than a matter of pride. Now, it was something he couldn't live without.

“So fucking good,” he moaned against her as he licked and kissed trying different motions to see what she liked.

“There, there,” she said, body arching, hands fisting the sheets. “Right there. Don't stop.”

This was the most amazing thing he'd ever done. Part of him wondered why he'd waited so long. Most of him was thankful he'd waited to do it with someone he loved and trusted and who loved and trusted him enough to tell him what she needed. It was his favorite thing about Sarah.

"Quinn," she moaned, "suck please."

Sealing his lips to her, he pulled with his mouth.

Pleasure exploded through her veins.

The noises - the moans and mewls, the little grunts and gasps she responded with drove him on and nearly drove him out of his mind.

All of him was more turned on than he ever thought was possible just from giving her pleasure.

Fuck, why had he been scared of this?

Her fingers suddenly dove into his hair and tugged. He nearly exploded right then. Pulling back slightly, he breathed deeply through his nose to calm down.

“Quinn,” she whimpered, “I want your fingers.”

He was dreaming. He had to be. Lifting his head, he asked, “what?”

She whimpered at the sight of his face: chin wet, brown eyes soft with love, pupils blown wide with lust. “Your fingers,” she gasped, “I want your fingers inside me while you do this.”

He groaned. Where had this demanding, dirty talking girlfriend come from? Petey was a genius.

He went back to work, taking time to kiss and nip her inner thigh before licking her up and down.

“Keep your tongue there,” she begged. “Yeah, yeah, just like that.” Her hand slid to the back of his head, keeping him where she wanted him.

He eased a finger into her. Her hips bucked. “Quinn,” she moaned and it was louder than ever. “More.”

He slid in another, and she rocked with him.

“I… I…”

He lifted his head a little to look at her. She was practically writhing on the bed. “You look so beautiful right now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, pushing his head down again. “Put that pretty mouth back to work.”

He laughed and lowered down. He found her pulsing nub, and licked it into his mouth, suction gentle but decisive.

There were a few more desperate moments of Quinn trying his best to please her and to not shoot off too early. It was like walking on the edge of a knife. Hopefully just because it was the first time.

“Oh, oh Quinn, I - I’m gonna…” she said before his name was wrenched out of her mouth in a strangled cry.

Her body pulled taught, legs flexing under his hand, as she clenched around his fingers before the tension snapped and she collapsed, limbs limp.

“Holy shit,” she said quietly as she came back to herself, gently pushing him away from her core.

Quinn rose onto his knees and wiped his mouth on his arm. “I know,” He said, flopping down next to her. “I had no idea you had that in you.” He felt euphoric, and he hadn't even gotten off. Hearing his name drip from her mouth like that gave him a sense of pleasure and intense satisfaction he hadn't felt before.

She giggled, riding a high she hadn't felt in a long time. “I knew once you got up the confidence to give me oral, you'd send me to the moon, but goddamn."

“You…” his brain was swimming, “how did you know it would be good? I've never done it before.”

“Really?” she asked, genuine surprise in her features.

“My first time kind of blew up before she could tell me what to do. I was only sixteen. How did you know?” He asked again.

“We kiss all the time, Quinn. I know the magic you can work with your mouth. I've been fantasizing about it pretty much since we first kissed."

“Holy fuck,” Quinn said quietly as her words sunk in. Four months. He’d been denying her of that for four whole months. “I'm sorry I didn't try sooner.”

She rolled on her side to face him. “I'm glad you tried it now.”

Leaning in, she captured his mouth, slanting into him and rolling them so she was on top.

Her mouth wound its way down his jaw, over his chest and down his stomach as she moved to kneel between his legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his chest rising and falling quickly.

She glanced up at him, and there was a spark of teasing desire in her eyes he wasn't sure he'd seen before. “Returning the favor.”

All the air left his lungs in one big whoosh. His thoughts spun.

“I… you don't have to –” but her mouth was on him again, and he lost the words.

She didn't love giving blow jobs. She'd done it twice before. Once when they clinched the playoffs, and once when he begged for it explicitly. He knew it was something she endured rather than enjoyed.

The thought of her mouth on him right now, though, sent his arousal into overdrive.

“I want to,” she said. “You did it for me. I do it for you.”

Yet another reason giving her oral was turning out to be one of the best decisions he'd ever made. Not only had it gotten her off and turned him on more than he thought possible, it made her want to get him off with her mouth. He was definitely buying Petey dinner the next time they were out.

She slid his boxers off, careful of the bruise, and continued her teasing, mouth tracing over the v line of his right hip.

“Sarah, please." He was so riled up, he didn't think he could take any of her teasing.

He felt her lips curl into a smile against his skin.

His begging had the opposite effect he was hoping for. Instead of sinking a little lower, her mouth started moving back up to his.

A desperate sounding whine escaped him.

“Does this work for you too?” She asked before putting her mouth over his nipple.

Three seconds before that, he would have said no, but her hot soft mouth on him shot a surge of pleasure straight down his spine. A deep growl ripped from his chest and his hips surged up, desperate for any kind of friction. He swore.

She moved to his other pec and he felt like he might just combust.

“Sarah, baby, please.” He begged, “please.”

Her mouth lifted from his chest and he tried to gain control of his breathing.

“I think that's a yes,” she said, a bit of laughter in her tone.

Shifting down, she let her lips trail over his stomach again.

When she finally took him between her lips, the shouted sound he let out was barely human.

His muscles corded tight, desperately holding himself back from thrusting into her mouth. He was panting praises at her.

She lifted her head and he whimpered. Had he ever done that before?

“How do you want it?” She asked before wrapping her lips around the tip of him.

"I-" He tried, but his thoughts kept getting jumbled. "Like that," he groaned when she ran her tongue under the head. "Can you - can you use your hand?"

Her fingers wrapped around him, and he mumbled something incoherent even to his ears.

“Hmm?” She asked not lifting her mouth.

He couldn't hold back from bucking up at the vibration.

When he settled, she added her hand into the mix, gently twisting with her fingers. Hot, heavy pleasure flooded his limbs, turning them to jello. Oh god, he was in heaven. Her name came out of his mouth, moaned like a prayer. He wanted to worship her for the rest of his life.

He was so strung out that he couldn't vet any of his thoughts. “I want to come in your mouth so bad.”

She looked up and their eyes locked. This image was going to be branded in his mind forever. He knew it would be a memory he called up on the road when he was missing her.

She nodded, just slightly and sucked a little harder.

“Fuck,” he said reverently. She’d never let him come in her mouth before. The thought alone had him tensing up right there.

He tried to hold back. But feeling her come apart on his tongue had brought him so close to the edge already. Now, she had her mouth and fingers wrapped around him giving him the most amazing head he'd ever received, telling him he could let go in her mouth. All after 10 days without her. It was a losing battle

“I -” he tried to warn her, but his body was its own master, demanding release. He came in a sudden flood of intense light and pleasure that pulsed out to his fingers and toes.

She made a small noise of surprise, but true to her word didn't pull away until he was spent. Everything in his body went slack except his heart that pounded in his heaving chest.

Vaguely, he felt her get off the bed and listened to her walk into the bathroom.

When she came back, laying next to him with her head on his shoulder, she smelled fresh and Minty.

“Did you brush your teeth?” He asked, an edge of a laugh in his voice.

She winced, “I know I'm supposed to be all sexy and swallow, but I just can't stand the taste of it.”

Laughter bubbled out of his chest. “I don't care if you swallow. I don't really even mind not coming in your mouth, that was just a heat of the moment thing. Thanks for letting me anyway,” he said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

She adjusted so she could kiss his lips. “I'm glad you asked for what you wanted. Thank you for sending me to the moon.”

He pulled her on top of him and kissed her. It was slow and intimate. The kind of kissing no one told him was more intoxicating than all the quick makeout sessions he had when he was younger.

“Do you think I can get you past it?” He asked.

“Past what?”

“Past the moon,” he said.

She laughed. “I mean, I guess anything's possible, but I'm not sure how you're going to top what you just did.”

“Well, I've got all day, and my only plans involve me showing you how much I missed you. So, tell me what to do and I'll take you wherever you want to go.”

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merakiui · 1 year

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who else in twst has a breeding kink 🥵?? I think the twins ofc because breeding instincts but doesn't that also mean the beastmen? It's so hot when the normal human cast have a breeding kink though like Neige having a breeding kink hits different

>:) I will list them below.

Deuce - please hear me out with this one. He wants to be good for his mother. He's trying to clean up his act and he's so loyal and devoted. Very polite!! Always respecting women (even if he has trouble talking to them). And wouldn't the best gift to his hard-working mother be to let her know she'll be a grandmother?! <3 wouldn't it be so nice to knock you up nice and good so he can take care of you and start a nice, happy family? Deuce thinks about it often and it becomes more appealing as the days pass.

Trey - need I say more? Trey is so AAAAAAAAAAAA OTL and he deserves a cute, pregnant wifey who he can make lots of pregnancy-safe sweets for!!!!!! I think it's the inner father in him. He's so responsible, so parental, so very husband material. I think he doesn't even realize he has a breeding kink until it dawns on him at the very last minute and suddenly everything makes sense.

Leona - it's the beastman instinct to mate, but I also just think there's a very carnal part of Leona who would love to always fill you to the brim with his cum!!! He wants to see how much you can take and how many times he has to fuck you before you're finally pregnant weeks later. Besides, if he's always knocking you up his brother can stop nagging him about marriage and mates and keeping the royal bloodline extant.

Jack - also beastman instincts, but wolves mate for life and this is the exact bond Jack wants. He only needs one true, lifelong love who he can stuff full of cum. He's very responsible and logical, so I don't think he would want a big family (there's also the toll many pregnancies will have on you and he wants to make sure you will always be okay). But it's very tempting to knot you and cum inside every time the two of you have sex.

Ruggie - beastman instincts, but also Ruggie just loves the idea of foregoing protection and just knocking you up in the most carnal ways. You would look so cute with your round belly and the clothes that hardly fit, and he'd have so much fun putting everything on Leona's tab to buy maternity wear for you. And then with the breeding kink comes the lactation kink. Ruggie will be first in line for that when the time comes. <3

Azul - massive breeding kink for the most massive loser in twst!!!!!!! <3 every spring he gets really weird and fidgety and he's so awkward around you. I like to think the mer instincts are heightened when the weather is warmer and stickier because,,,,, warm weather is perfect for mating in the sea and most merfolk like to mate during the spring and sometimes in early summer. He is not the most focused when spring rolls around because all it takes is a whiff of your scent and he wants so badly to fuck you full. T_T the horny grip is so debilitating that he's actually really snappy and easily irritated (and it's usually because he's plagued with the filthiest dreams that feel so real and he's always suffering because when he wakes up it's in an empty bed with an erection that you should be handling, not him!!!!)

Jade & Floyd - these two...... the eels....... orz the horniest eels in the sea omg!!! it does not matter what month or season it is. every day is breeding season for them. Jade can exercise more control because he likes to be a "polite gentleman." Floyd thinks Jade's cock-blocking himself with his stuffy, snobby gentleman act, but oh well!!! More Shrimpy for him. <3 they want a big, big family. I also just think they like seeing you pregnant all the time. Big fans of lactation, these two, and even bigger fans of pregnancy sex. They also love cumming inside hehe. They probably have a box of condoms stored somewhere in their room, but why use them when the entire point is to knock you up? And even if you don't want them to cum inside, you won't be able to verbalize it when you're screaming your throat raw from back-to-back orgasms. T_T that, and Jade's fingers are in your mouth to play with your tongue. Jade and Floyd are so annoying because when the pregnancy test comes back positive and you're ready to beat them into the ground they give you this look 🥺 accompanied with "but don't you want to be a mommy?" reckless eels... ;;;;

Kalim - also another one who wants a huge family because he loves the energy and the excitement of big families. He comes from a large family himself and his father is always enabling his every desire. Kalim follows his heart (and his dick) and both are saying he needs to give you lots of cum so you can have many, many kids! His parents should not be surprised when he visits home for a break and you're pregnant (again).

Rook - it's Rook. I feel like that explains it. ^^;;;

Malleus - fae instincts and there's the need to produce an heir. But beyond that Malleus just really wants to see you pregnant. He thinks you would look so soft and sweet and pretty!!!! Always horny gripping, but you'll never know because he appears so serious. And since he is such a powerful mage, magic can easily waive most effects of pregnancy so he can make it so that it won't be so strenuous on your body. That means many more pregnancies to come!!! :) you cannot mention pregnancy around Lilia because he enables Malleus's horny grip. orz

Lilia - he really wants to raise another child again. It's so wonderful and so rewarding. Do not let his age fool you. He is always horny. Lots of stamina. Loves cumming inside each time. And he always smiles when you ask what he'll do if you get pregnant. Obviously he'll care for the little one! You needn't worry so much. He has experience, so you can trust him. <3

Silver - please hear me out again. >_< Silver's only sex education lessons came from Lilia and it was probably just Lilia showing Silver animals mating in the woods. T_T so Silver just assumes it's like that for humans and that they have breeding seasons, too. He probably fucks like an animal in heat as well. orz I like to think Lilia never told him about protection, so Silver's lived his life thinking the only way was to either cum inside or pull out and the former is so much more enjoyable. Silver also likes how connected the two of you will be when he knocks you up. He wants to be a good father and he also wants to give Lilia grandchildren, so you are getting pounded into the bed from sunrise to sunset!!!!!!

Rollo - I think he wants to have children with you because you're less likely to leave him, but also because you will be completely reliant on him when you're pregnant and he's heard pregnancy hormones can be quite exciting. A higher sex drive means more opportunities to help you see how perfect a domestic life is. But also there is a very twisted part of him that just loves cumming inside each time even after he's promised he'll be sure to get you a morning-after pill as soon as he pulls out. He's a liar!!!! And he loves to comfort you when the tests come back positive, stroking his hand up and down your back and whispering little assurances about how he knows you'll be the best mother.

Neige - He's taken care of the dwarfs and they're practically his family. Even though big families can be difficult, he'll work hard! Neige loves seeing you pregnant. He loves the idea of having you as his pregnant housewife and filling the home with many kids. But beyond that he just adores how cock-drunk you get and he likes cumming inside because he thinks it's so romantic. And how can he possibly deny you when you're begging him to fill you up? Anything for his one true sweetheart!!

Che'nya - beastman instinct, but I like to think Che'nya is also really horny. And he's always so sneaky! He loves to fuck you when he's invisible hehe. He'll be evasive when you ask the air if he's wearing protection. Maybeeee. Maybeeee not. Who can really say? Che'nya wants to give you an entire litter, so make sure to take all of his cum! He's always so satisfied after each session, humming so cheerily while cum's dripping from your hole. He'll finger it back in; can't waste a single drop, after all. But even if you do, there's plenty more where that came from.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #n/sfw #tw: breeding

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Hello, if your taking requests at the moments I have one that I’d love to see though it may be a little difficult!

Gavi and the reader (an actor) are dating but are in different counties due to the reader going aboard to film a new show! The young couple decide to go on an Instagram live together to hang out & a lot of fans join!

Hello and welcome to a new series I’m calling “boot on the bus”, where I see how much I can write of an ask on my bus ride home. Whatever state it is at at the end of my ride, I post! (Also so sorry to this anon who sent me this req literally months ago)

~~~

[incoming call]: pablito ❤️😡

“Hello?”

“Amor!! Finally!!”

“Pablo, why are you making an international call right now?”

“I can afford it. You have three seconds to explain to me why you haven’t been answering a single one of my FaceTime calls. I’ve been worried and, more importantly, bored out of my mind!”

You laughed lightly and relaxed back into the plush cushions of the hotel couch. You had forgotten that the last time you were out of Spain for filming was before you had met Gavi. Being on a successful HBO original came with a lot of perks, but also a lot of pain, both physical and emotional. You had joined the royal drama “Heavenly Bodies” in the middle of its first season, instantly being thrown into a love triangle between the two male leads. Viewers ate it up, creating theories and art (and ofc fan fiction) about you and your costars, foaming at the mouth to know what would happen next. The high demand lead to your current situation, where you were cooling off in a high hotel room overlooking Dubai, listening to your boyfriends complaints 2 months earlier than scheduled.

“I haven’t gotten any of them, Pablito. FaceTime is blocked here.”

You heard a loud scoff over the phone.

“If you are too busy to talk just say that, princesa. How could FaceTime be blocked in Dubai? That makes no sense!”

“Google it.” You retorted, laying back on the couch and cracking open a cold soda. You heard yells of “Ale! Google this for me!”, followed by a long pause.

“Oh wow. It is blocked.”

“See!” You yelled into the receiver, causing Gavi to complain about his sensitive eardrums. You sat back down, continuing what would probably be a very expensive phone call with your boyfriend. As you two talked, he sighed loudly, and you heard his body hit the couch.

“I miss seeing your face, princesa. Don’t get me wrong I love the sound of your voice, but it’s just different. Is there no way we can video call?”

You could basically hear the pout and puppy dog eyes in Gavi’s voice, and it made your heart swell. He was so enamored by you, so taken by the way you looked and spoke and laugh, that all he wanted was to once again cup your face in his hands and pull you in close enough to share his breathing space.

“Well, we could always just go on live together.”

“Huh?”

“Like do a live stream. On instagram or something. We would both be calling but there would just be other people there.”

Gavi paused once again, playing around with the idea in his mind.

“But what if I… want to say “not appropriate in front of people” stuff?”

“That’s what Snapchat is for.”

His laugh resounded through the phone, and you couldn’t help the large smile that squinted your eyes and filled out your cheeks.

“Okay, Vamos, let’s do it.”

You got onto instagram and started a live, inviting Gavi to join. Every one of your 10.5 million followers who has their notifications on started to pour in, the messages of “I love you 😍” and “hi from Brazil 🇧🇷” flying at unreadable speeds. Gavi’s end connected a second later, and the fans went mental. Gavi was beaming like the sun when the line connected, finally able to see your face again.

“Hello again, Amor. I missed that pretty smile.”

Your fans and Gavi’s were now in the chat trying to prevent a mass cardiac arrest incident.

Ynbiggestfan: MOTHERRRRR AND FATHERRR

gavi3096: nobody let Madrid see this they’ll know how to make him soft

Ynandgavicloset2: the way he calls her amor time to take a nap on an electrical wire in the rain

You weren’t reading any of it thought. You were staring at Gavi who was staring at you, the two of you making idle conversation about your trip and your show and his upcoming matches. He looked at you with so much love and affection that it made you blush, turning you into a much more shy and cuddly mess than people were used to. The sexy and strong power couple were now just a bunch of teenagers giggling and kicking their feet on instagram live. A strand of hair fell in your face, and Gavi reached out to his phone before remembering he couldn’t sweep it from your eyes on a different continent.

“Princesa, from now on, no filming on location unless I can come.”

“Why Pablito? Can’t live without me?” You teased, expecting a sharp reaction.

“Correct. Im literally itching and shaking from withdrawal. I love you and miss you come back faster.”

The chat got so overwhelmed they crashed the live.

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Hey guys! Hope y’all enjoyed this little imagine. Ik not everybody wants super long works, but I don’t know how to write fast or short so then things sit in my inbox forever. So here’s to length variation!! Love y’all, time to take a nap.

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zzzzzestforlife · 3 months

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day 8 of 30 // i'm not sorry 😌🌸

내 건강이 개선 입니다! 오늘은 이야기를 없어. 그냥 내 일상은 했다. 낫네 기분해요 ☺️ 어! 사실 하나만, 내 MBTI 다시 바끌있업니다. 대개 INFJ 입니다. 하지만 오후에 난 다른 시험 두개 했다. 첫번째 ENFJ 입니다, 하고 나서 ISFJ 입니다. 난 심리학은 공부해, 그래서 MBTI는 진짜가 아니야 알아요. 난 아직 재미있는 시험입니다 생각해. 너의 MBTI 뭐해요? 궁금입니다! (my health is improving! today there is no story. i just did my daily routine. i feel better ☺️ oh! just one thing, my MBTI changed again. usually it's INFJ. but this afternoon i did two different tests. first i was ENFJ, and then ISFJ. i study psychology, so i know MBTI isn't real. i still think it's an interesting/fun test. what is your MBTI? i'm curious!)

❤️ journalled reframing some negative automatic thoughts i've been having lately

🥰🥰 broke my running record! we are 1/3 of the way!! (my goal is to be able to run for 30 minutes straight, today i ran for 10!) also learned a new arm workout from my brother specifically to help me build the muscles needed to eventually do a pull up!

❤️ did an actual breathwork meditation to help me focus (i really don't know if this stuff works or not but i like being lazy and doing nothing but breathing lol)

📝📝📝 we back, y'all!!! wanted to focus on Japanese today and did 3 lessons!

📚 finally about a third of the way through reading All Creatures Great and Small 🙃 it was actually a good chapter again today. it feels like Herriot's beginning to hit his stride. my eyes are just not fully recovered enough to enjoy it properly yet 🙈

language learning recommendations 🙊

🎧 i might've recommended this channel before but they also have this type of video where you can listen to real conversations and i love this short in particular because she speaks slowly and clearly but it still sounds natural. there are captions in both Korean and English too!

🎧 i remember nothing from this video 😂 实际上我知道一点。看看了！我的卧室不干净因为我没有打扫。我的厨房��干净因为每天我需要打扫了。(actually, i know a little bit. look! my bedroom isn't clean because i didn't clean it — the adjective for clean is a different word from the verb for clean! my kitchen is clean because i need to clean it every day.)

🎧 konglish still makes me mad 😅 like 왜 왜 왜 (why why why) 🤬 this video was like 50% konglish and that's all i can remember now but i'll still recommend it because i like that she repeats the words a couple times after saying it.

中文：我的健康更好了！今天我没有故事。只是一天一天做了。我更好了 ☺️ 哦！实际上，有一个东西，再次我的MBTI改变了。通常我是INFJ。但是下午上我做两个同考试。第一，我是ENFJ，和第二我是ISFJ。我学心理学了，所以我知道MBTI不真的。仍然我认为这个是很好玩了。你的MBTI什么样？我好奇的了啊！

💌 translating notes: there are no words in any language to express the fear that gripped me when i finished writing the paragraph above the cut in Korean and realized i would need to translate that into Chinese. but it wasn't as hard as i thought it would be at all!

🇯🇵日本語: 朝は好きです。(i like mornings.)

bonus: @solarsapphic tagged me in this game a few days ago (thank you 😘) and i finally did it! (ofc i had to make it k-pop themed 😅 you know we like to be on-brand in this household 😛)

i don't know how to make the pictures show up in order, so it's: animal (i am the dog 😂), place (I ❤️ BED), character (my PFP, ofc, hehe 🔪), food (almost everything tastes good if i'm in a good mood a.k.a. in the mood to dress up 🎀), season (i love the smell when it rains ☔), plant (i love little white flowers ☺️), crystal (i don't believe in energy crystals or whatever but i once had a collection of cute plain grey rocks just because, so, ummm... yeah 🪨), hobby (listening to music, sleeping, learning languages all in one pic 🤗), color (보라해 i purple you 💜)

tagging @studentbyday @obakanosandoitchi @phnxstudies @tea-tuesday @studykac @jukain4216 @lemonempress and anyone else who made it to the bottom of this post 😉

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felipe massa and the championship that got away: an analysis

prompted mostly by massa pissing me off so bad with his campaign of misinformation (like bro sue the weather while you’re at it); this involved rewatching absolute disasterclasses and a few snoozefests during my free wednesday (the weather was terrible as well so took the time to refresh my memory on some of the less memorable 2008 races and compile this mess) and my eyes were bleeding so please show some love

ok, so on a more serious note, he wasn’t absolutely dreadful (apart from in the wet); my biggest issue is that we probably don’t know just how good that 2008 ferrari really was; in the hands of someone with much better quali/race pace it could probably have dominated much more strongly; i think his performance was quite average considering the potential the car had; he had some brilliant weekends as well, but i think they are quite significantly overshadowed by the dreadful ones; then again, 2008 wasn’t lewis’ best season either, and this analysis isn’t really to compare the two, it’s mostly to showcase that massa’s assertion of it being a ‘perfect’ championship isn’t quite true…is all this necessary? ofc not, but i’m going to have some fun with it anyhow;

i also made this because the concept of ‘deserving’ something is one i deeply deeply despise in sport; the only thing you can bring to the table with such discourse is your own subjective opinion; you win or you don’t, end of; you can, of course, be robbed of something when a rule is indeed broken, but the concept of ‘deserving a championship due to how you performed over the course of a season’ is frankly stupid; and do i think massa was robbed? no. he can’t prove that crashgate was the very thing that cost him the championship because it conveniently ignores everything else that happens afterwards. there’s a clear break in the chain of causation. he neither ‘deserves’ it in my opinion, nor was he robbed of it and i also don’t like the historical revisionism he’s campaigning for either so here’s a full rundown of felipe massa’s season (i tried to be as impartial as i could in this):

top 2 in the driver’s standings (included only for the sake of completeness, please don’t cite toto’s 'wikipedia statistics' quote at me):

some background information:

the 2008 championship comes right after the spygate shitshow of the previous season; fernando alonso leaves mclaren for renault after one year; heikki kovalainen replaces him to drive alongside lewis hamilton at mclaren; felipe massa and kimi raikkonen (the reigning world champion) are teammates at ferrari (kimi’s 2008 season is also interesting to revisit considering the internal ferrari politics at play but i’ll save it for a different time); it's an eighteen race season, and for this season traction control has been banned! (it's important to mention considering the ban had been brought up several times over the season as a reason to explain some of felipe's performances considering he had never driven a formula one car without traction control before);

moreover, the fia’s decision-making this season was questionable to say the least; this is obviously not felipe's fault ofc, but there were a few decisions which he had certainly benefited from at lewis’ expense (spa comes to mind…);

2008 scoring system quick refresher: p1: 10 points, p2: 8 pts, p3: 6 pts; scoring only up to eighth place;

for the race results i will only include the top 3 as well as lewis if he finishes off the podium; for the championship standings i will include the top 3 in the championship as they were after every race (+ HAM/MAS/RAI if they were outside) and on how many points they were after every race;

australian gp (0 points, dnf)

bit of an embarrassing start tbh…massa qualifies p4 but spins in the first corner of the first lap all on his own and hits the barrier; he manages to get back into the pits though and get a front wing change; however, on lap 26 he collides with DC when trying to overtake him; DC retires, but massa continues only to retire from an engine failure a few laps later; pretty shit start to the season

race result: lewis hamilton p1, nick heidfeld p2, nico rosberg p3 (the infamous brocedes podium btw)

malaysian gp (0 points, dnf)

much better qualifying, ferrari clearly has pace as massa qualifies on pole, with raikkonen in p2; however on lap 31 felipe spins off and gets trapped in the gravel; this race was a masterclass from kimi btw, he won by nearly twenty seconds from kubica in p2; also before massa crashed, kimi also managed to get ahead of felipe in the first round of pit stops after pitting a lap after felipe by producing a brilliant in-lap

race result: kimi raikkonen p1, robert kubica p2, heikki kovalainen p3 (lewis p5- qualifying penalty for impeding drivers in quali and had started p8 + slow pitstop by mclaren in the race)

championship standings: HAM (14 points), RAI (11), HEI (11) + MAS (0)

bahrain gp (10 points, p1)

it’s kubica on pole (who i also need to mention because he arguably was the best driver of the 2008 season) and massa starts p2; felipe overtakes kubica in the first corner and then maintains the lead for the rest of the race; very good performance for him and good bounce-back from the first two races

race result: felipe massa p1, kimi raikkonen p2, robert kubica p3 (lewis p13- bit of a disaterclass from him this time around, as he went into anti-stall at the start due to going into a wrong engine mode and dropped positions; he then drives right into the back of fernando’s renault and had to get a nose change, dropping him to p18)

championship: RAI (19), HEI (16), HAM (14) + MAS (10)

spanish gp (8 points, p2)

ferrari are dominating the past few races and the same happens in spain; kimi pole, felipe p3; massa overtakes alonso at the start and it's a ferrari 1-2 procession to the end basically; the race was basically sorted with the overtakes made at the start; also a literal snoozefest;

race result: kimi raikkonen p1, felipe massa p2, lewis hamilton p3

championship: RAI (19), HAM (20), KUB (19) + MAS p4 (18)

turkish gp (10 points, p1)

actually a pretty good race from massa; starts on pole and wins the race; lewis comes in second, executing a three-stopper (arguably this strategy cost mclaren the chance of fighting for the win but they were worried about tyres…still i think, a bit on the conservative side from mclaren in terms of strategy and considering lewis’ amazing pace relative to massa bit of a missed opportunity)

race result: felipe massa p1, lewis hamilton p2, kimi raikkonen p3

championship: RAI (35), MAS (28), HAM (28)

monaco gp (6 points, p3)

wet monaco and absolute chaos! (great race to rewatch btw); massa qualified on pole, but then lost the lead because of a mistake in the wet; lewis wins, and also brilliant race by kubica;

race result: lewis hamilton p1, robert kubica p2, felipe massa p3

championship: HAM (38), RAI (35), MAS (34)

canadian gp (4 points, p5)

massa qualifies p6, ferrari fuel rig problem in the pit lane meant he dropped down to p17; he fights back to p5; and because hamilton crashed into raikkonen in the pit lane, he managed to outscore the both of them that weekend; also robert wins! relative to the others, a pretty good weekend for massa;

race result: robert kubica p1, nick heidfeld p2, david coulthard p3 (every time i remember DC raced in 2008 it’s like a shock to my system)

championship: KUB (42), MAS (38), HAM (38) + RAI, p4 (35)

french gp (10 points, p1)

again, ferrari are pretty much dominating in quali; kimi takes pole, felipe p2; it was kimi’s race to win and he was comfortably leading however he then had to slow down due to his car suffering from an exhaust pipe breaking and hence, loss of engine power; felipe therefore, inherits the lead and wins the race;

race result: felipe massa p1, kimi raikkonen p2, jarno trulli p3 (lewis- p10, he had to take a grid drop for the incident in the pitlane in canada when he ran into the back of kimi; in the race he has to serve a drive-through penalty for cutting a corner and gaining an advantage)

championship: MAS (48), KUB (46), RAI (43) + HAM, p4 (38)

british gp (0 points, p13)

eyeee think this race is best summarised with pictures? allow me:

an all-timer of a race, lewis hamilton masterclass;

race result: lewis hamilton p1, nick heidfeld p2, rubens barichello p3

championship: HAM (48), MAS (48), RAI (48)

german gp (6 points, p3)

massa qualified p2 alongside lewis; this is one of lewis’ best drives of the season i think; he was leading the race comfortably in the beginning stages, pulling away from felipe like crazy (he gained 1.8 sec in the first lap, had a 3.7 sec lead by lap 4, 11 sec by lap 18, clearly on a mission); mclaren don’t pit him under safety car when everyone else around him does, so he has eight laps to build a large gap before having to eventually pit himself; he does on lap 50 and overtakes massa and piquet jr for the win (some really nice overtakes btw); massa really just didn’t have the pace to compete;

race result: lewis hamilton p1, nelson piquet jr p2, felipe massa p3

championship: HAM (58), MAS (54), RAI (51)

hungarian gp (0 points, p17/dnf)

this one was bad luck because massa suffered an engine failure when leading the race; it would have probably been his best win of his career had he not dnf'ed- good overtake on lewis at the start

race result: heikki kovalainen p1, timo glock p2, kimi raikkonen p3 (lewis- p5, suffered a tyre puncture on lap 40; tbf the early seasons also show lewis is still learning about tyre management and that he’s still prone to overcooking his tyres making them vulnerable to punctures)

championship: HAM (62), RAI (57), MAS (54)

european gp (10 points, p1)

qualifies on pole and wins the race; he nearly manages to crash into sutil when released into the pit lane after his pit stop; the team is charged with 10,000 euros after the race but felipe keeps his win (it would be dealt with so differently these days lmao but can’t really blame him)

race result: felipe massa p1, lewis hamilton p2, robert kubica p3

championship: HAM (70), MAS (64), RAI (57)

belgian gp (10 points, p1)

this race still makes my blood boil; funnily enough felipe wins after not leading a single lap in this race! lewis gets handed a 25-second penalty by the stewards and gets demoted to p3; quick recap: lewis tried to pass kimi at the bus stop chicane, but he cut the corner and got into the lead; he allowed kimi to re-pass him because he gained an advantage by going off track; but smartly, he passes kimi again at la source; post-race he’s handed a penalty; mclaren then appeal and say that charlie whiting himself said that lewis had given the place back to kimi completely legally; thing is, charlie isn’t the stewards, who say that lewis didn’t give kimi enough of an advantage; it causes a bit of a storm in the media, niki lauda goes off and calls it the ‘worst judgment in the history of f1’; thing is, it's a really grey area, to some extent i can understand the stewards’ reasoning, but the severity of the punishment is absolutely ridiculous and also points to how inconsistent the fia is...handing him 25 seconds just doesn’t fit the crime at all; (also the last four laps are just pure drama in general! worth a watch);

(if i had a nickel for every time felipe massa got handed a lucky win in 2008, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened twice)

race result: felipe massa p1, nick heidfeld p2, lewis hamilton p3

championship: HAM (76), MAS (74), KUB (58) + RAI, p4 (57)

italian gp (3 points, p6)

bit of a disasterclass, qualifies p6, finishes p6; but funnily enough, he still finished ahead of both kimi and lewis as the both of them were sent out on the wrong tyres in qualifying and only managed to qualify p14 and p15; btw beautiful overtakes by lewis (he finished p7- just one place behind felipe); also seb wins!

race result: sebastian vettel p1, keikki kovalainen p2, robert kubica p3

championship: HAM (78), MAS (77), KUB (64) + RAI, p4 (57)

singapore gp (0 points, p13)

crashgate! he gets pole (quite an impressive pole lap i must admit) and leads the race until piquet jr crashes, and felipe pits, ferrari release him too early and he drives off with the fuel hose still attached to his car…to that i say, maybe sue your pit crew as well

race result: fernando alonso p1, nico rosberg p2, lewis hamilton p3

championship: HAM (84), MAS (77), KUB (64) + RAI, p4 (57)

japanese gp (2 points, p7)

now this one is a disasterclass on all fronts, but if you want drama i recommend watching it; felipe qualified p5; he managed to crash into hamilton and got himself a drive-through penalty; he also tangled with bourdais when attempting to overtake him on lap 50; bourdais was blamed for it and got a 25-second penalty after the race; thing is, i don’t see how it’s only bourdais’ fault tbh? massa squeezed bourdais as he attempted to pass him going into the first corner and bourdais couldn’t just disappear…anyway the decision to penalise bourdais was criticised a lot, also considering that penalising him went against charlie whiting’s pre-race direction that the car exiting the pit-lane has the right of way (which bourdais was);

race result: fernando alonso p1, robert kubica p2, kimi raikkonen p3 (lewis hamilton- p12, bit of a disasterclass from him as well)

championship: HAM (84), MAS (79), KUB (72) + RAI, p4 (63)

chinese gp (8 points, p2)

qualifies p3, behind lewis and kimi; lewis comfortably leads the race and wins it fifteen seconds ahead of p2; massa finished second after raikkonen is instructed to let him through (ferrari team orders, bit of a deja vu)

race result: lewis hamilton p1, felipe massa p2, kimi raikkonen p3

championship: HAM (94), MAS (87), KUB (75) + RAI, p4 (69)

brazilian gp (10 points, p1)

ahead of the last race of the season, massa could still win the title if he wins the race and lewis finishes p6 or lower; massa did all he could: he got pole and won the race; mclaren opted for an incredibly conservative strategy in the race (they only needed to secure p5, and considering how they lost the title only the year before, it’s explicable): for e.g. waiting for a relatively long time to get lewis off the inters when it began to dry during the first part of the race;

race result: felipe massa p1, fernando alonso p2, kimi raikkonen p3 (lewis- p5 and world champion!)

championship: HAM (98), MAS (97), RAI (75); shoutout to robert kubica who had an absolutely amazing season and who also finished on 75 points, but ended up p4 on countback.

hope this was somewhat informative :)

#lewis hamilton #felipe massa #2008 f1 world championship #f1 #crashgate

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oswaldsleftbicep · 3 months

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okay but now i want to see mikael, noel & mefy’s reaction to their s/o being jealous 😭 but anyway i love it that you’re back but pleaseee take care of yourself first, we’re here for you!!!

mikael, noel, & mefy + jealous gn!so

happy new year!

genre: angst, comfort

cw: jealousy, miscommunication, petty behavior, language

Mikael

❧ he's hosting his annual obligatory gala at his castle and everything was going as planned

❧ the two of you split up to greet all the guests, wanting to get it done and over with, and while you're gone this clueless mf gets hit on and doesn't pick up on it

❧ so when you eventually come over to check in on him, you see him talking to this one lady who was making herself just a little bit too comfortable

❧ this, ofc, makes you upset and you approach to stand next to mikael and you send a glare between the two of them

❧ it takes him a second, but mikael eventually connects the dots and figures that you don't like this woman talking to him

❧ then she has the gall to make a more direct move by reaching forward and grabbing onto his hand, to which you reach forward and slap her hand off of mikael's

❧ the woman looks at you like you just offended her entire bloodline, meanwhile you're staring her down like you're ready to throw hands

❧ sensing the tension, mikael grabs you gently by the hand, excuses the two of you under his breath, and leads you away from the party and toward the empty balcony for some fresh air

❧ he gives you a minute to collect yourself before raising a questioning eyebrow at your behavior, yet there's a soft smile displayed on his face

❧ "she was flirting with you," you state plainly

❧ he gives you a slightly incredulous look as if to ask if that's all it was, but at the same time he understands why you're upset

❧ getting annoyed by his silence, you decide to continue on, "she was flirting with you and you did nothing to stop her. i was the one who had to interfere; did you even mention me?"

❧ he almost cuts you off toward the end of your rant to defend himself, "darling, i didn't even realize her intentions. i promise if i had known, i would have shut her down"

❧ you stare at him in silence for a moment before responding softly, "but now you know and next time you will shut it down yourself?"

❧ he hums and nods his head in response, "yes, i promise"

❧ a small smile appears on your face and you hold your hand out to him, which he accepts eagerly, grateful you forgave him

❧ the two of you decide to spend the rest of the night out on the balcony, looking up at the night sky and enjoying each other's company, only returning inside to bid farewell to your guests

Noel

❧ he won't do anything to outright make you jealous, at least not on purpose

❧ instead, he ends up doing a bunch of little things that eventually push you over the edge of jealousy

❧ for example, someone will call him cute while the two of you are in town, or someone tries to take advantage of his naivety and hit on him shamelessly until you eventually drag him away

❧ sometimes he'll come home and say something along the lines of "beverly has invited us over to her house tomorrow night for dessert" and you're like "who??"

❧ so you end up having a conversation about how it's okay to not talk to strangers and to not accept their,, invitations

❧ but the thing that really pushed you over the edge- it's so stupid really- is his garden

❧ it's harvest season for some plants he uses a lot in his concoctions, and he's taking full advantage of every opportunity he has to collect and treat each one

❧ ofc more time in the garden means less time with you, so you try to go down and help him, but he's just too in the zone and is in his own little world the whole time that it makes no difference

❧ it's actually ricardo who catches how you're feeling and talks to you about it

❧ he's listening to you vent about how you've been feeling almost neglected and how there's just been so much piling up, yet you haven't had much of a chance to talk to him about it

❧ unbeknownst to you, the clueless mfer in question is walking down the hall looking for you and overhears you talking to ricardo of all people and now he's jealous and absolutely does not know how to handle it

❧ fast forward to bed time and the two of you are being so petty, not really talking to each other like y'all should be doing, until finally, surprisingly, he breaks the silence first

❧ he looks over at you with a pout on his face, eyebrows furrowed, and he mumbles out, "why were you talking to ricardo? i thought i was the one you come to..."

❧ this makes your eyebrows shoot up in shock; now noel is jealous??

❧ so you sigh and explain to him how you've just been feeling a little jealous and a tad bit neglected lately, going over every instance you've felt so lately

❧ he's silent as he listens, as per usual, and once you're finished he simply apologizes and says he'll learn from this and be more attentive going forward :)

❧ to address his jealously, he just asks that you no longer go to ricardo for relationship help lol

Mefy

❧ unlike the other two, this man gets flirted with and will flirt back just to get a rise out of you pls dump him

❧ it happens when lucia has some rich family visiting for lunch, and they bring their child, who just so happens to be around mefy's age, with them

❧ the three of you are having a lovely conversation, but somehow the guest assumes you and mefy are just friends and takes that as their invitation to start hitting on him

❧ you're staring at this person, eyebrow quirked up at this behavior before turning your gaze to mefy; surely he'll set the matter straight

❧ or not, because this bitch starts flirting back shamelessly as if you weren't there

❧ your eyes widen at the sheer audacity before you huff out a quick "excuse me," before making your leave of the day room

❧ you don't spare a glance back at your partner to gauge his reaction, opting to just hunker down in your room for the rest of they day to cool down and think this over

❧ mefy feels a slight twinge in his heart seeing you storm off like that, aware of his actions, but he decides to just let you be for now

❧ to his credit, he does at that point set the record straight with the guest, affirming his relationship with you and how he's not interested in them

❧ the day goes on slowly, until the guests leave and it's finally dinner time and everyone gathers around the table

❧ well, everyone except for you, and everyone is well aware of your absence

❧ although unaware of what went down, lucia, levy, and even kaim are all staring at mefy with a disapproving look that screams at him, "you fucked up"

❧ with that, he sighs, pushes his chair back from the table, and heads to your shared bedroom

❧ he hesitantly knocks on the door, waiting a second before letting himself in

❧ he finds you lying down in bed, back facing him at the door and refusing to say a word

❧ he makes his way toward the bed, sitting down at the edge, still not saying anything

❧ the two of you are held up in a silence competition, one that both of you know he's gonna have to lose

❧ eventually, he sets his pride aside and apologizes for his behavior. "i shouldn't have played along like that. it was a spit on our relationship, and it will never happen again," he tentatively reaches a hand out to place it on your shoulder, continuing when you don't move away, "i swear it. i hope you can forgive me, y/n"

❧ after a moment of silence, letting you take it all in, you turn over to face him and prop yourself up on your elbows. "you ever pull something like that again, mefy, and i swear it, i will feed you to the dogs. got that?"

❧ he gives you a soft smile, "understood"

#my. hcs #nightmare harem #nightmare harem hcs #nightmare harem mefy #nightmare harem mikael #nightmare harem noel #otome games

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angelst4re · 10 months

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It makes me so happy to see someone as feral over Jamie as I am🤣 could I please request another Jamie x trans masc!

Reader has never had a proper relationship before because people fetishise the fact he is trans rather than seeing him as a man (fucking RELATABLE) but after a few dates and some reassurance from our fruity Jamie, they become an item and Jamie introduces him to the cast of stranger things as his boyfriend <3 (let's say they're preparing to film season 5 and Jamie is bringing his boyfriend to set for a few days <3) sorry this was long asf <3

ofc!! we're all feral for jamie here my love!! also i ended up writing quite a lot for this!!!

First Dates- Jamie Campbell Bower x transmasc!Reader

summary: you were drunk at a party and overshare to a man you just met, which happens to lead to a relationship...

warnings: none?? :)

notes: transmasc!reader has my heart!! i do so much research whenever i write for different readers because i feel like everyone deserves to have a fic where they actually ARE the reader, as i know how special that can feel (even though that sounds so silly!) so i hope you like it!! <3 (p.s i haven't proof read this and the majority was written when i was overworked and underpaid and EXHAUSTED so bare with me, I'll be editing it soon!!)

‘Hey I’m going to a party tonight, if you’re not up to anything I’d love for you to come with me! :)’

You stared at the text, thinking of how to say no politely. But you knew it would be good to get back out, and perhaps even meet someone new.

You were let down yet again by a guy you were talking to on tinder. You didn’t think it would’ve gone anywhere anyway, but you were still quite upset by it. You really liked him.

You texted your friend back, telling them to let you know when it starts and where it is, but they offered to pick you up from your house at 6, so you quickly jumped into the shower and got ready.

You never really cared for parties, the music was too loud and the conversations were too boring. But this one felt a bit different, and there was a guy who caught your eye. You could’ve sworn you recognised him, you just weren’t sure where from.

You told your friend he looked rather hot, and they immediately dragged you over to him to introduce you.

“Jamie! I didn’t know you were going to be here!” They smiled, glancing at you before continuing, “this is my friend, y/n! He said he thinks he recognises you from somewhere.”

The two of them chuckled, as if it was some kind of inside joke, but Jamie then reached his hand out to shake yours.

“I’m Jamie,” he smiled, “you’ve probably seen me on-”

“He was the guy from stranger things! Remember?!” Your friend tried to explain, but you didn’t have the guts to tell them you hadn’t watched the newest season yet.

“Oh!” You pretended to realise, “so how do you two know each other?” You asked, trying not to mess up your words as you felt Jamie’s eyes on you as you spoke, yet you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Through my brother, Sam.” Jamie said.

“Remember Sam? My old friend from-”

“Oh Sam!” You didn’t have to act this time, “I remember him, how is he?”

Jamie answered, telling you how he’s really focusing on his music at the moment, and that he’s currently away so he couldn’t be at the party tonight. The two of you continued to talk, and your friend slipped away at some point, leaving the two of you alone. He was such an easy person to talk to, and you felt comfortable speaking to him, unlike many other people you’ve met at parties.

You got onto the conversation about his career, and you had a sudden realisation.

“You were Jace?!” Your eyes widened in shock, as Jamie grinned and nodded his head, “no way!”

“Well, you better believe it! I’ve still got the ring from that movie.”

“What?!” You did have quite a few drinks, and they seemed to have hit you all at once. And then you suddenly felt something, it felt like guilt in a way, as if you knew this moment wouldn’t last, something was going to happen, it made you feel a little sad. This is how it always went.

“Hey,” Jamie smiled softly, “is everything okay?” He asked. No one has ever asked you that before and sounded so sincere. He was truly something special, you could already tell.

“I need to tell you something." You began, already beginning to feel overwhelmed by thoughts rushing through your head, "I don’t want it to change anything, I don’t want you to think-”

“Hey, hey, don’t work yourself up, love.” He said, sensing that you were getting overwhelmed by what you were trying to say, “what do you need to tell me?”

“I’m trans.” You blurted out, "I don't want- I mean, I knew I had to tell you now because, you see, I’ve never been in a real, proper relationship and... well, I went on a date the other day, I really thought it was going well but- shit, all the dates I’ve been on have ended terribly," you knew you were rambling on, but you couldn't stop, the alcohol in your system seemed to have taken over. "I’ve never been out with the same person more than once. They don’t see me as me, y'know, it's so obvious they just want to get in my pants. I’ve never actually spoken to someone the way I’ve spoken to you, knowing that's all you want. Knowing what they're thinking just feels so... I can't explain it. But with you I feel comfortable, I don’t know, it just feels different- Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I’m oversharing and we’ve only just met and-”

Jamie took your hands into his, causing you to stop speaking, and your eyes met his. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, and began to speak.

“Thank you for telling me,” he smiled, “and don’t ever apologise for oversharing, I do it all the time, it can’t be helped… If you want to talk about it I’m here to listen. Don’t bottle things up, okay? Trust me, it’s a terrible thing to do. We all need someone every now and then.” He paused for a moment before carefully asking, “so y/n is the name you choose to go by, right?”

You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as you said yes, and told him your pronouns. He really made you feel so comfortable, and so safe. You found it hard to believe you’ve only just met.

You spent the rest of the night talking to Jamie, you shared things you thought you would regret with him, but he was perfectly comfortable talking with you. And nothing changed after you told him about everything, which was extremely rare for you.

Jamie really was something special.

At the end of the night, you had already begun sobering up after having something to eat, and you began to apologise to him again for oversharing, as the two of you had only just met, but it felt like you had been friends for years.

“Do you know how you’re getting home?” Jamie asked as everyone had begun to leave.

“Yeah, my friend’s taking me back. It was really nice talking to you tonight. And thank you again for listening to me, I think we both needed someone to talk to. Sorry if I-”

“Don't finish that sentence!" Jamie chuckled, "I told you earlier, you don't need to apologise for anything. Tonight was really fun, it's been nice getting to know you,” he smiled, “I’d love to meet up with you again. Are you free on Friday? I was thinking maybe I could pick you up and show you that record store I was talking about?”

“Sure!” You grinned, “what’s your number? I’ll let you know when I’m about!”

You handed your phone to Jamie and he typed in his phone number, and even took a silly picture for the contact photo. You smiled to yourself as he handed it back to you.

“Text me something quickly, I want to make sure I put the right number in.”

You sent him a ‘hello :)’ and his phone pinged.

“See you on Friday, Jamie.” You said, spotting your friend waving for you to hurry up.

“See you on Friday, y/n.”

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Friday came along quicker than expected, and the two of you spent the day together. You went to the record store for a while, then Jamie took you to another store he frequently visited. It was full of all sorts of jewellery and oddities, and you enjoyed looking around. You couldn’t help but pick up a few things to buy, and neither could Jamie.

You went for drinks after, and Jamie opened up to you about his past with drinking and you suddenly felt terrible for the night you met you. However, he didn’t seem to mind, he had been sober for quite a few years now.

At the end of the day, as Jamie was driving you home, you had wondered what today really was. Was it just a fun day out with a friend, or could it have been considered a date? You didn’t think far into it, it was better that way.

“I’ve had a great time today.” Jamie said, one arm resting on the open window, his other hand on the wheel.

“Me too, it’s been fun.” You smiled.

“If you’re not doing anything this week you could always come to mine? I’ve got some friends over for a couple days but that doesn’t matter, I know you’ll love them. We could watch that movie I told you about?”

You couldn’t say no to that, and you visited him the next week. You made sure you arrived after his friends left as you weren’t sure about meeting them yet.

Jamie’s house was just so… him! There were a few horror movie posters on the wall, fanart he had been given from all different conventions around the world, many, many books. But there was one thing you wondered about.

“I remember you saying you still had the ring from the city of bones movie?” You mentioned, hoping he'd take the hint.

“Oh! That’s right here!” He grinned as he picked it up.

“I can’t believe you still have it!” You gasped as he handed it to you.

“Neither can I if I’m being honest…” he paused before saying, “it’s yours now. From one stunningly attractive man to another.”

Your eyes widened, there’s no way he would let you have it, would he?

“No way.” You shook your head.

“Try it on. See if it fits.” He said, placing his hands on his hips, almost in a sassy way.

“It does…” You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried it on, and it fit your middle finger perfectly.

“Then you should have it!” Jamie insisted, “I’m not the same guy I was when I was 24. It doesn’t fit me anymore, and it looks better on you.”

“But Jamie-”

“Nope!” He insisted, a grin on his face, “I don’t want it back, love. It’s yours.”

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A couple months passed, and you were still meeting up and going out with Jamie every week or two, and when you weren’t with each other, you were texting each other. You honestly thought he only thought of you as a friend, nothing more, when you would go out for dinner with him that was just two guys hanging out. But your friends thought differently.

“C’mon! It’s obvious he has a crush on you!”

“I don’t think so,” you said, “I thought he was straight, he’s only dated women before.”

“Are you serious? He literally said it himself that he was ‘fruity’, he gave you the ring from a movie he was in, you own two of his t-shirts, he bought the cologne you use because it reminds him of you, he takes you out for dinner, what more proof do you need! Y/n, that man is in love with you!”

“But he can’t be!” You argued.

“Why not?! You’re the coolest person I know, you’re so fun to be around and spend time with! I can see it, he can see it.”

“I just don’t think I can accept the possibility,” you admitted, “that he might actually be interested in me as more than a friend, because I’ve only ever thought of him as a friend!” You lied, you spent the last few months daydreaming about what it would be like to wake up next to him.

“Well you better accept it pretty fast.” Was the last thing your friend said before hanging up the phone.

Jamie was taking you out again tonight, and you had called your friend in a panic as he referred to it as a ‘date’. You wondered whether all these other times he had taken you out were also dates. However, they must have been for Jamie to ask a certain question during said date.

“So, I was thinking…” he began, as he was walking you home, “I really do like spending time with you, and I’ve loved getting to know you, and I hope I’m not moving things too fast but…” you could Jamie was a little worried about asking you this, and he was stumbling over his words a bit, but he did it anyway, “do you want to become exclusi- fuck it- do you want to be my boyfriend?”

You felt tears begin to gloss your eyes, happy tears of course. The question came as a shock, and you almost thought you were dreaming.

“I…I thought we were just friends-”

“That’s okay, we don’t have to-”

“No, no! That’s not what I’m saying- I’d love to be your boyfriend, I-” You couldn’t believe what you were saying, you couldn’t believe he had actually asked you.

“You would?” A smile spread across Jamie’s face, it was unlike any other time you had seen him smile. The look he gave you, one of pure happiness, is what set you off, beginning to cry. However, he wiped them away, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I know I’ll be your first, and if things go right then I may be your only, but I’ll make sure I treat you better than anyone else ever could, okay? I love you so much.”

You nodded your head, you couldn’t believe you finally had a boyfriend. You didn’t want to think about what your friends would say, you were expecting a lot of ‘I told you so’s from them.

“I was also thinking about asking you to come with me when I leave for Georgia, when we start to prepare for season 5. It’s the week that you said you weren’t at work. I thought it would be perfect, like our first holiday as a couple.” He suggested, and you smiled.

“I’d love that,” you said, “you’re such a romantic!” You teased, shaking your head as you got in his car.

“I can’t wait to introduce you to my friends- just don’t listen to anything Joseph says about me, and don’t believe anything he says about our trip to Brazil either! I only joked about him eating it, I didn’t know he was actually going to!”

You looked up at your boyfriend in confusion, and he simply smiled back at you. You both felt like the luckiest people ever, so grateful to have found each other. You could never imagine yourself with anyone else.

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“Guys this is my boyfriend, y/n!” Jamie introduced you to his castmates, you gave them a wave from your spot at the table.

You all went out for lunch after the readthrough of part of the script for the new season of stranger things. Jamie finally got you to watch season 4 with him before you both flew out, and you were hoping so desperately to see him come back as Henry. You wouldn’t have recognised Joseph without his Eddie wig if it wasn’t for the thousands of pictures Jamie had with him, and you held yourself back from fanboying over Joe Keery.

You joined Jamie and Joseph for a smoke break, Jamie quickly had to answer a call, leaving you to talk to Joseph, and as he lit his cigarette he said,

“We’ve heard so much about you,” he smiled, “you really do make Jamie happy, y’know. He texted me the day before he asked you to be his boyfriend, he was really nervous about it in case you said no. He cares for you so much.”

“Awh,” you weren’t sure what to say, but Joseph’s words really touched your heart, “I never thought it was possible to love somebody this much.” You said.

“That’s just Jamie, mate.”

“So, I was told about a trip to Brazil?” You enquired, “Jamie told me not to believe anything you say about it?”

“He’s just embarrassed because he-”

“What are we talking about?” Jamie turned around, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“Nothing!” You smiled, kissing Jamie on the cheek, “I might go back inside now, it’s a bit cold out here.”

“You can have my jacket, love?” Jamie offered, but you shook your head.

“I kinda want to get to know Maya and Joe a bit better, but thank you.”

As you walked back inside, Joseph handed Jamie a cigarette and told him,

“Don’t mess it up this time, man. He’s a great guy, don’t do anything stupid, and don't let him go.”

When Jamie and Joseph finally went back inside, Jamie couldn’t help but chuckle at the questions you were asking the others.

"I'm starting to think he only said yes to flying out with me for a free meet and greet.” Jamie said jokingly to Joseph, who also began to chuckle.

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When you and Jamie got back to the hotel room, he’d gone into the bathroom to take a shower, you stole a t-shirt from his suitcase, got changed and got into bed.

When Jamie got out of the shower, he had the towel around his hips, revealing his v-line, and you didn’t realise quite how hard you were biting your lip until it stung a little.

“See something you like, do ya?” Jamie teased, watching as your face pinked. He placed a quick kiss on your lips before getting changed. And although you’ve seen his ass a thousand times before on the internet alone, you still looked the other way to give him some privacy.

“You know, I was thinking the other day, I almost didn’t go to that party- the one that I met you at. But there was something that was telling me I just had to go, and I’m so glad I did.” You said, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Is this just because you got to meet the rest of the cast?” Jamie teased.

“No!” You grinned, followed by a quiet, “but that too.”

“I just knew from the beginning that you were going to be a big part of my life,” Jamie explained, “it’s like, when we first met it felt like I was talking to an old friend, not a stranger.”

“That’s how I felt too,” you confessed, “it’s like it was meant to be!” You joked, but there was an ounce of seriousness in it.

“Perhaps it was.” Jamie said, kissing you on the cheek as he got into bed next to you.

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #jcb

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126simp · 1 year

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The Sun Can Be Scary

March 13th Word: Sun

Tags: Fluff, Future fic, References to Season Finale of Season 1, Tarlos has kids, Married life

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 1 Finale, so if you haven’t watched it...

Relationships: TK/Carlos, TK & OFC(s)

Characters: TK, Carlos, Ryan (OFC), Ashton (OFC)

I love the sun, and have always loved the sun, it is warm, safe, and beautiful in the sky. I have so many good memories related to the sun, days on the beach, eating ice cream in the summer air, and so much more. Though I now think about the sun differently and it was all because of something so unexpected. I don’t think anybody expected it, and I think people including me even didn’t know it existed, I mean who has heard about a solar storm?

It has been years since that tragic storm hit Texas, but the sun still scares me to this day, even if that is such a rare experience and probably will never happen again. I just don’t think loving the sun as much as before will ever be the same. However, there is one thing that came out of that tragedy, and that is two things. One, I finally got my stuff together and asked Carlos to be my boyfriend because of the tragedy, which means possibly if we didn’t have it I might not have my husband today. Now, even that thought sounds awful so I am glad for that storm, and even more than that Carlos is ‘My Sun,’ he is my warmth, safe place, and everything else. Which of course makes me so happy to think about.

Speaking of him I look in the kitchen and see ‘My Sun,’ cooking us dishes and I watch as I watch our twin daughters, Ashton and Ryan coloring and feel my lips twitch upwards in a smile. So maybe the sun is mixed for me, and I still feel both love and fear towards it, but as long as I have Carlos by my side I will be fine because he is my safety.

#tarlosweeklyprompts #twpmarchdailyword #tarlos fanfic #tarlos #tarlosfluff #911 lone star #911 lonestar fanfiction #future fic #911 lonestar 1x10 #126simp fills prompts #911 lonestar next gen fic #open for reblog #open for requests

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strangertheories · 2 years

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Hello, it's the anon who makes the short asks super long again. Here to talk about the same thing as last time, the Twitter script polls.

The options are getting more and more ridiculous, plus they're also still blatantly ignoring ronance too. They added two Angela scene options but they couldn't spare a space for at least 1 ronance scene out of so many shown in S4????

Only decent options (imo) are Jonathan and Will, and maybe Mike's monologue (for different reasons ofc)

Do you think they're trying to stretch out how long they can do the script polls by adding these wacky options so they can keep our attention longer? (To be fair all this anticipation for the polls has got the ST fandom waiting for content instead nothing till we get S5)

P.S.

Aha, this one isn't quite as long as I usually make it!

I'm personally voting for Johnathan and Will, but the Angela gets hit by a putter option is very tempting. Because this means originally they were golfing and Will sadly golfing in a vaguely homosexual manner is very funny to me. And how would Eleven get golf humiliated? Would she get golf balls chucked at her? And the concept of Angela getting bashed in by a golf club is kind of insane, I feel like that's why Eleven got arrested for attempted murder because that is seriously lethal. I have so many questions about that scene. However I really want the Johnathan and Will scene so I will hold off on voting for Angela getting golfed.

I'm aware Byler shippers like myself want the Mike monologue but I really don't think it'll give away Byler or anything because they wouldn't put it as an option if it said "Mike actually doesn't love Eleven and wants to smooch boys" for spoiler reasons. It's just going to say Mike loves Eleven or else they wouldn't put it as an option. And then the Byler fandom would have a couple of days of misery before becoming optimistic again because that is what always happens whenever there is a Byler setback. I don't think it means Byler isn't canon, just that they're not going to reveal it, so let's get some Byers family and gay Will content for now. They also haven't put options for any early season Mike and Will scenes yet and whilst I'd vote for them if they pop up, I don't think they'll confirm Byler.

Also the lack of Ronance is just! I want to see there scenes so badly and I swear they must be getting more requests for that scene, especially considering how we got Steve and Eddie in the woods. Personally I'd like the officially friends scene but all of the scenes at the asylum would be cool too. In terms of them stretching it out, I'm not sure why they'd do that (maybe for more attention or so fans are satisfied for longer?) but it does seem like that's the case. That or their sources for which scene are very poor.

Thanks for the ask again (:

#stranger things #byler #ronance #johnathan byers #will byers #byers family #mike wheeler #eleven stranger things #eleven #el hopper #angela stranger things

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kodev · 2 years

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MY GOODNESS THATS SO IN DEPTH!! Love it!! Few more things sorry for putting them all in one ask

1) I have absolutely 0 previous mahoyaku knowledge so it was vaguely word salad to me like. I got the gist but if you wish to elaborate (mahoyaku for dummies)

2) Relationship chart would be awesome yes

3) I LOVE THESE GUYS. I'm shaking them around they're so well thought out and cool seriously seriously so excited to see the game!

okay first off i am so sorry for this like month late response... im currently a high school senior in the midst of college apps season haha so i havent had time to really do anything T__T my apologies again... and thank u for the questions! i will literally talk about mhyk for ages if enabled lol. word dump below

mhyk for dummies: mahoyaku is a pretty boy mobage. i am so sorry i just need to get that out there. anyways two things that *i* think that set it apart from other mobages is its not an otome so you cant date any of the characters AND its got more of a focus on non-romantic pairings i guess? idk if that makes sense but it does show and i do greatly enjoy the relationships (platonic, romantic, or whatever the fuck) between a lot of the characters since imo its very well written. even if i havent been keeping up with any of the stories. ALSO since its in a wizard universe they do some pretty cool things with gender... dont want to say they are nonbinary but the creator did confirm that gender works differently for wizards. Highly enjoyable. Also a lot of bisexuals but some of them embarass me

ANYWAYS its a wizard world... wizards are born as like um.. idk theyre pretty rare unless its hereditary i think but i would say out of 100 random human babies one of them is a wizard. this comes with neat perks like: magic! immortality as long as you dont get killed (tbf its very hard to get killed if youre magic but wtv)! trying to think of other perks but really i think thats it! it also has cons like: a lot of people fucking hate you for no reason if they find out youre a wizard! and if you make a promise and break it you lose all ur magic :(. wizards turn into mana stones when they die (pretty rocks, also the gacha currency which is really fucking funny), which other wizards can eat to gain power or humans can use to power magic tools. ppl wont find out youre a wizard unless you start using magic or youre there long enough so that ppl r like "Hey its been 50 years why is this guy not aging". (ofc u only STOP aging after u hit ur magic peak but thats only a fun bit of trivia that isnt super relevant? idk)

before i get into anything else: there are 5 countries (north, east, south, west, central, very creatively named ik ik). north is a brutal country, the idea of survival of the fittest is probably taken to the extreme there, although there are some exceptions. its "ruled" by whoever the reigning wizards are there at the time, which leads to some pretty insane northern wizards! so muchmental illness. east has probably the worst of wizard hating, very forested country and ppl there tend to be pretty isolated/keep to themselves but witch? wizard? hunts are fairly common there. probably worst place societally to live as a wizard. south is the nicest place to live out of the five sort of... i think in recent history the coal miners overthrew the feudal lords so the entirety of south is still sort of being actively developed, its kind of barren but also not? idk. wizards and humans live in harmony in south, but as a result, the wizards there are also known for being really weak and err... "softhearted" in comparison. western country is full of insane people. they also generally dont like wizards but if youre funny enough theyll enjoy you. western is sort of steampunky as a result of being like the idk tech capital of the wizard world. most western wizards are fucking insane but in a really benevolent and cute way. im skipping over an insane amount of worldbuilding btw HELP umm theres nuance to all of these places nods nods im kind of just giving the broad strokes here. anyways finally central! i love central. sort of the trading hub of the world. had a famous revolution led by wizards about 100 years ago and there was wizard jesus christ. anyways wizard jesus christ gets betrayed by his closest friend, his closest friend burns him at the stake, the revolution fails but then his closest friend rewrites history to portray wizard jesus christ as a saint and also to say that the revolution wasnt for wizards but rather against the reigning king by humans? i love central rev btw such interesting worldbuilding... sedespa and aapeli from my game aare from central rev. ANYWAYS thats probably the closest i can get to the mhyk for dummies < guy who didnt talk about the pplot or characters of mahoyaku at all.

also the moon is evil and tries to kill everyone once a year they call it the great calamity. not super relevant for my game but very relevant for mahoyaku.

RELATIONSHIP CHAAAAART:

had to make this quickly sorry lol THANK U FORASKING AGAINNN

#ocs

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hunnywrites · 2 years

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Chapter Three

Summary: It’s been eight months since the battle of Starcourt. Things in Hawkins are normal once again, but Teddi Larsson is having a hard time moving on. Maybe she just needs a little help from a friend.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC, Eddie Munson/OFC

Warnings: Technical spoilers for Greg Larsson in Arcade Dreams, but not so much spoilers if you’ve seen season three. A little bit of gore.

A/N: I wrote the ending to this chapter before anything else and had to write the rest around it. Would not recommend it actually took me awhile. But it’s here now! Enjoy some more mystert and intrigue!

Teddi’s boots thudded loudly against the old, creaky wood of Hopper’s porch as she bounded up the steps. She was running late. Keith had needed some back up after a group of elementary school kids started a spitball raid in retaliation when Keith banned them for two weeks for touching all of his games with “sticky little munchkin fingers”.

There was a copy of Ghostbusters that Teddi had borrowed from Family Video tucked under her arm as she quickly unlocked the door and slipped inside the cabin. She set the video on the small dining table by the door and tossed her puffy jacket over the back of the couch. “El! I’m here! Looks like Hop’s late again, huh?” she said with a laugh.

She was met with silence. Teddi frowned, stepping past the couch and poking her head into El’s room. It was empty. “...El?” she called again. “Come on, are you hiding or something? You know I hate when you scare me,” Teddi said, looking around the small room for any sign of Eleven.

“We can start the movie without Hopper!” she suggested. “I know you love listening to him try to figure out what’s happening-” where was she? This definitely wasn’t like her. Had Mike come by? Maye El had left a note for her?

“She isn’t here,” Teddi froze at the sound of the voice behind her. “She doesn’t like to listen to her father’s rules, and she got herself in some trouble. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it, Theodora?”

Teddi turned slowly to face her father. He was watching her with an unreadable expression. Teddi took an instinctive step backwards. “What are you doing here? How did you-”

Greg took a step forward. “I’ve told you, Theodora. You’re not as clever as you think you are. You never have been. There aren’t any secrets you can keep from me.”

“This isn’t-” Teddi shook her head. “It has nothing to do with you-”

“You’re trying to protect her,” Greg said plainly. “You and your Jim Hopper. You honestly thought you could keep her safe? You can’t protect anyone. You’re a curse.”

Teddi took another step back, her back hitting the wall. Her eyes were blurry with tears. “What have you done with her?”

“How could I have done anything to her, Theodora. I’m dead. Because of you. Don’t you remember?”

Teddi gasped, blinking her tears away. Greg looked different now. There was a large, bloody gash that ran from the top of his head to what was once his right eye. Dark, fresh blood pulsed from the wound, running down his face. Teddi’s stomach rolled, her eyes unable to look at anything other than the crushed, bloody bits of his skull that were caked into his exposed brain matter.

Teddi’s mouth watered. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to force herself not to get sick. “I- I didn’t do that to you.” she finally said.

“No, but your policeman did. To protect you and the girl. If you ask me it wasn’t worth losing his life over,” his voice was different now. He spoke with a thick, Russian accent that Teddi didn’t recognize. Greg stepped closer to her. Blood splattered across the cabin floor with each step. “How many people need to die protecting you, Theodora? When will you finally learn to stop attaching yourself to people like a cancer?”

“You were never protecting me,” Teddi spat. “You’ve always hated me. Like I’m supposed to believe my entire life you were just trying to keep me safe-”

Her father was directly in front of her now. His blood was dripping down onto her boots. Teddi swallowed thickly at the smell. “I was never trying to keep you safe,” he admitted. “I was keeping everyone else safe from you. You’re an embarrassment. A plague. You’ve ruined everything you’ve touched since the moment you were born.”

“Stop it.” Teddi bit out, giving Greg a hard shove to the chest.

He didn’t budge. Greg’s hand wrapped around Teddi’s throat, slamming her back into the wall. Teddi gasped for breath, her nails clawing at her father’s hand. Greg lifted her off of the ground, Teddi’s feet kicking wildly as she struggled to breathe.

“I think it’s time I finish the job,” Greg said. Teddi’s vision was going dark. “Say hello to your policeman.”

—

“Teddiii, babe! Wake uuup!” Teddi woke with a start. Eddie was standing over her, bouncing on the mattress with a grin. “There she is! Having a nightmare?” he dropped down onto the bed next to her, rolling over to hover over Teddi. “You were all twitchy.” he tickled her sides.

She was at Eddie’s place, Teddi realized with a relieved sigh. “Yeah, um, I guess I did,” she said with a soft laugh. “No more drugs before bed.” she mumbled.

“What was it about?” he asked. “Werewolves? Alien invasion? Giving a presentation in class and you realized you’re, like, totally naked?” he listed off, burying his face in her neck.

“I don’t really remember…” she lied.

Eddie hummed, kissing her shoulder before he pulled away. “Probably for the best, right?” he leaned back on his knees, bouncing on the mattress again. “So, are you gonna have to run off to work or can I get a raincheck on those not waffles?”

Teddi rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she considered it. “...I could go for some not waffles,” she finally decided. Eddie smiled, jumping up from the bed. Teddi sat up, covering herself with the sheet. “Uh, could I maybe borrow…?” she asked, trying to find wherever it was her clothes had been thrown the night before. “I kinda don’t wanna wear my work shirt. I feel like that’d be, like…a glaring red flag.”

“Worse than the hickies?” he asked with a grin, hooking his thumb into the strap of her bra and flinging it at her. Eddie spun around to open his closet, rummaging around to find a shirt that was clean enough while Teddi stood, hopping as she pulled her underwear and shorts on. He yanked a shirt, one he’d gotten at a WASP show a few years ago, off its hanger and tossed it to her.

“Definitely doesn’t help,” she mumbled, pulling the shirt over her head. She nodded to Eddie’s bedroom door. “I’m gonna-” she motioned to the mess that she could only imagine that her face was in. Eddie threw her a thumbs up, turning back to his closet.

Teddi slipped into the bathroom, gripping the sink as she looked back at her reflection. It wasn’t much different than it had been the morning before. Lip gloss smudged and sticky on her skin, eyes still a little bloodshot, mascara smudged and running down her cheeks. Teddi sighed.

She turned on the sink, splashing her face with water and scrubbing her eyes clean. The image of her father flashed through her mind. The way his blood dripped down onto her boots. The dream she’d had about Billy. Blood pouring from his mouth as he stalked towards her.

Would there be a day where she dreamed of Eddie that way? Bleeding and reminding her that she was a curse? No. All of that was over. No more Upside Down. No more monsters. Things were different now. Normal.

Teddi let out a shaky breath, opening the medicine cabinet and taking a bottle of mouthwash. She tilted her head back, pouring some into her mouth and swishing it around. The strong, minty taste helped wake her up just a little more.

She plucked an eyeliner pencil from one of the shelves, leaning forward against the sink as she ran it under her eyelash line. Eddie knocked rhythmically on the door before it swung open. Teddi laughed. “I could’ve been peeing or something.”

Eddie smiled thinly. “Well…good thing you’re not, huh?” he smiled, leaning against the door frame. “Just stealing my shit.” he teased.

“I have to make myself look presentable, Munson. We can’t all just roll out of bed looking as adorable as you.”

Eddie scoffed. “Adorable?”

“How come you stopped wearing this, anyway? It was a good look.” she asked, wiggling the eyeliner at him.

Eddie took his bottom lip between his teeth, smiling before he took the pencil from Teddi’s fingers. He bumped his hip against her, Teddi snickering as she made room for him in front of the mirror.

“There,” he said, running the pencil across his lower lid. “See? Now we match,” he tossed the pencil onto the sink. “How do I look? Still adorable?”

“Very babely.” Teddi nodded with a smile.

Eddie scooped her up into his arms, setting her onto the edge of the sink before he kissed her. Teddi smiled against his lips, her hands weaving into his hair. “You know,” he mumbled, running his hands up her thighs. “Maybe we could skip breakfast and get right to dessert.”

Teddi let out a breathy laugh. “Smooth, Eddie.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, huh?” he asked, growling playfully and leaning in to nip at her bottom lip. Teddi turned her head when she heard the sound of a car engine outside of the trailer. Eddie groaned, resting his forehead against Teddi’s. “Wayne’s home. No dessert for Eddie.”

“Maybe later.” Teddie patted his cheek. Eddie let out a sad sound, nuzzling her hair before kissing her and stepping away from the sink so she could jump down. He took one of her hands in his, leading her through the trailer and outside.

Wayne’s truck was parked next to Eddie’s van. Eddie spotted his uncle a few feet away, perched on top of a picnic table and smoking a cigarette. He waved at him. “Mornin’, Ed!” his uncle called, waving back. “...That you, Teddi? Been awhile since I saw you last, sweetheart. How’re ya doin’?”

“Oh you know,” Teddi said with a short laugh. “Hangin’ in there. You?”

Wayne grinned in a way that wasn’t completely unlike his nephew and shrugged. “Another day endin’ in Y. Where’re you two headed?”

Eddie smiled, throwing an arm around Teddi’s shoulder. “Going on a breakfast date…this is a date, right?” he asked, looking down at Teddi. Teddi shrugged and nodded. “Yep. Date.” he smiled again.

Wayne chuckled. “A date, huh? Well, you two have fun, then. I’ll see ya around, Bud.” he waved at the pair again, Teddi calling a see ya, Wayne! Over her shoulder before heading to the driver’s side of her van. Eddie grinned wildly at his uncle, giving him two thumbs up. Wayne chuckled again, shaking his head as he watched his nephew hop into Teddi’s van.

A comfortable silence fell between the two as Teddi drove into town. Eddie was drumming his fingers against his legs, nodding his head along to the Metallica tape Teddi had popped in. “So…” Eddie began, looking over at Teddi. “What’s with the whole not waffles thing?” he asked. Teddi shifted a little in her seat. “...Is it, like, a Billy thing?” he asked cautiously.

Teddi thought back to the summer before. She probably wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times Max and El had slept at her apartment; the three of them waking up to the smell of the waffles Billy would make for them.

“This is real food,” he’d say. “Who knows what kind of chemicals and other shit they put into those Eggos. Plus, they taste like fucking cardboard.”

“You literally live off of cigarettes and beer.” Max argued, reaching her fork for the stack of waffles that sat on a plate in the center of the table.

Billy glared at her, pulling the plate away from her. “You want waffles or not, Max?” he pointed at El, who had stacked four waffles onto her own plate and was spraying a mountain of whipped cream on top of them. “She doesn’t complain. That’s why she’s my favorite one of you little shitbirds.”

El smiled proudly, shoving a large bite into her mouth.

Teddi gripped the steering wheel. “...It’s something like that. Long story.” she admitted.

Eddie frowned, scratching the back of his neck. “...You know, I can’t really tell if it makes things better or worse to talk about him…” he confessed.

“It’s okay,” Teddi shook her head. “I can’t really either, honestly. Maybe…maybe we just don’t bring it up, huh?”

Eddie nodded. “Gotchaaaa…”

Silence fell between them again. Eddie fidgeted in his seat, leaning forward and turning the radio just a smidge louder to fill the empty space until they arrived at the diner. The pair hopped out of the van, Eddie hurrying to beat Teddi to the door. He opened it for her, waving her dramatically inside with a large grin.

Teddi smiled in thanks, laughing when his arms wrapped around her middle to guide her to a booth in the back, only letting her go to slide into the booth across from her. Eddie drummed his fingers against the table. He and Teddi smiled shyly at each other while they waited for their waitress to drop off their menus. His stomach growled at the smell of coffee and warm syrup that was filling the diner.

“So…” he said, peeking at Teddi over his menu. “If not waffles…pancakes? French toast?” he made a face. “Oatmeal?”

Teddi pursed her lips as she thought. “...Maybe pancakes?”

Eddie nodded. “I know you’re not getting waffles…but can I get waffles?” he smiled when Teddi giggled.

“You can get whatever you want, Munson,” she assured him. She set her menu aside, her own fingers rapping nervously against the table. “So…how’s school going?”

“Oh, you know…love it so much I just can’t seem to leave,” he said with a short laugh. He groaned, his head falling back against the booth. “Fuckin’ sucks. I’m hopin’ I can get by by the skin of my teeth, y’know?”

Teddi gave him a reassuring smile. “I could always help you, you know. Tutoring, or whatever. I had to keep my grades up to get all those scholarships for all those colleges I decided not to go to.” she joked. Eddie scrunched up his nose, sinking in his seat. “You’re smart, Eddie. I mean it. You just have to-”

“Apply myself?” he let out a snort. “You sound like Wayne now-” he sat up quickly when their waitress came back to take their orders. He smiled politely at her as she walked off, sinking back down in his seat when she rounded the corner to the kitchen.

“You know,” Teddi mused, taking a sip of her cherry coke. “I’ve always thought that Wayne was super astute.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, that’s only ‘cause he likes you.” he flicked his straw wrapper at her.

“Like I said,” she flicked her wrapper back at him, snickering when it got caught in his hair. “Very astute,” she leaned forward, placing her chin in her hand. “I’m just saying, Eddie. I can totally help you with whatever you need.”

There was a twinge of a feeling that Eddie couldn’t really pinpoint in his chest. He was used to Wayne being one of the only people that cared about him. Cared to see his life go somewhere. It shouldn’t have surprised him that Teddi was offering, again, to help him get out of high school. That’s who she was. Always wanting to help those close to her.

Eddie puckered his lips as he mulled it over, nodding his head from side to side. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head at Teddi. “...I’m open to tutoring if it’s strip tutoring.” he wriggled his eyebrows.

Teddi laughed. “Not sure I’ve heard of that one before.” she admitted.

“It’s a thing,” he insisted. He stretched his legs out in front of him, knocking one of his sneakers against Teddi’s boots. “You knooow, like…we make flashcards and every time I get one right you lose a piece of clothing.”

Teddi’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. “...Where exactly did you hear this from?” she asked, knocking her foot against his in return.

“Hot for Teacher,” he said with a shrug. “Part three,” he clarified. Teddi raised an eyebrow. “...It’s a porno,” he laughed when Teddi groaned. “What? You think that’s how Big Bird’s teaching kids the alphabet?”

Teddi laughed, “Maybe we should look into you getting some different extracurricular activities,” she shook her head and smiled. “Whatever helps you learn, I guess.”

Eddie smirked. “Oh I can think of a lotta stuff that’ll help me learn.”

Their waitress cleared her throat, shooting Eddie a stern look as she set his plate of waffles in front of him with a thunk. “Thank you,” Eddie said earnestly. “Looks sooo good,” he flashed her a thin, slightly ashamed smile. The pair burst into a fit of stifled laughter once she disappeared around the corner.

“Jeez,” Teddi snickered, watching as Eddie poured syrup over his breakfast. “You want some waffles to go with that syrup?” Eddie grinned proudly at her, licking any remnants of syrup from his fingers before cutting off a bite that was almost too big for his mouth. “You got any big plans for when you do graduate?”

“Maybe move to LA,” he said. “Me and the guys. See if we can get the whole band thing going, you know?” Teddi could picture it. Eddie partying out on the sunset strip until morning. Playing shows at crowded dive bars. Girls going crazy over him. It was the rest of the band she had doubts about. Gareth’s mother was a hypochondriac who was ready to stick him into an iron lung if he even thought about having another asthma attack, Jeff still wore headgear to sleep, and Freak was…Freak. Nice guys, sure, but a different breed than Eddie. “What about you? Stickin’ around in Hawkins for a while?” he asked.

Teddi chewed thoughtfully. She’d had plans. Now it just felt like she was just trying to survive her day to day life. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I mean, we were gonna wait until Max graduated and left for college to head out to San Diego. I guess I could still do that now, but…” she shrugged again, her eyes trained down on her pancakes.

Eddie winced. We. Her and Billy. “Well…LA’s not so far from there, right? You could always come with me if you want,” he offered. “At the rate I’m going I’ll probably be graduating with Max anyway.” he let out a soft, relieved breath when Teddi laughed.

“No way,” she shook her head. “You’re graduating this year, I’m gonna make sure of it.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie smiled, shoving another bite of waffles into his mouth. “...You think if I flirt with my teachers it might help? If I squint my history teacher might be kinda hot-”

“Ooor you could just study.”

Eddie grumbled. “Fiiine. I’ll study,” he looked at his watch and frowned. “...I don’t suppose you’d wanna come with me to make a deal in like, twenty minutes, would you?”

Teddi scrunched up her nose. “As fun as that sounds, I gotta pick up Max and El. Steve’s taking the guys to see Critters and they asked for a no boys allowed day.”

“Guess that includes me, huh?”

Teddi patted him on the hand. “Sorry, Eds. You can always come after, though. You know, for dessert.”

“Yeeeah?” he smiled, linking his index finger with Teddi’s. “Then how ‘bout I come over around ten?”

“Perfect,” Eddie's smile faltered a little when he looked down at the last bit of waffle left on his plate. His eyes flickered between his plate and hand that was linked with Teddi’s. She laughed. “Do you want your hand back?”

He shook his head, reaching awkwardly over his arm with his left hand to pick up his fork. He stabbed the last of his waffle, shoving the huge piece into his mouth with a proud grin. “Problem solving skills.” he mumbled around his mouth full of food, tapping his forehead with his fork. He frowned, rubbing at the syrup that had been left on his skin.

He couldn’t help but smile when Teddi laughed.

—

Teddi’s apartment was dark aside from the glow of the tv. She was slumped on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table as she switched through the channels. Max and El had left about an hour before with Steve. It had been nice to have them both over again. Like old times. There had been a few times when Teddi had expected Billy’s door to swing open and that he’d come strolling out, rolling his eyes at whatever movie they were watching before he made a dramatic show of sitting on the couch next to Teddi to watch with them like it was some form of torture.

She flipped the channel again. There was a rerun of Knight Rider on. Technically Teddi had been the one that originally watched it. Billy didn’t really watch a lot of tv other than the few times Teddi had caught him ogling Miss Elizabeth while he watched WWF. But, just like most things, Teddi had been watching a new episode of Knight Rider, Billy had plopped down on the couch next to her and started asking questions. After that they spent Sunday nights parked on the couch to watch new episodes together.

Teddi let out a loud sigh, turning the tv off and tossing the remote onto the couch beside her and pulling her knees to her chest. She bit nervously at her lip. “...Billy? Can you hear me?” she sighed again, pressing her palms against her eyes. “Of course you can’t. That’s so stupid…look, um…I’m in another mess again. Shocking, right?...I thought maybe this pit in my stomach has been about how I don’t feel guilty for trying to move on. But, it’s not. It’s because I’m not ready to let you go. I wanted Eddie to make me forget you, but I don’t want to. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to forget you,”

“I could end up with Eddie, or anyone else, and there’s always going to be that part of me that thinks about you all the time. I’ll always wonder if there’s something that I could have done or said to change things. Maybe if I had just realized that something was wrong sooner…I think about that night every single day. I’ll never be able to get that image out of my mind; you standing up in front of the Mind Flayer to protect El. To protect all of us…”

The memory of Billy laying on the ground, bleeding and reaching out for Teddi and Max flashed through Teddi’s mind. She squoze her eyes shut, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “...Max really misses you. God,” she laughed lightly, rubbing at her eyes. “She’s so much like you sometimes. I try not to pry too much, because I know she hates it, but I know she’s hurting, you know? She broke up with Lucas-” Teddi laughed again, a little more genuinely. “Who, by the way, joined the basketball team. I could practically hear you giving him shit for that when I found out. I totally know if you told him Jason Carver is a total tool bag he’d believe you, ‘cause he thinks I’m just messing with him,”

“El loves California. She calls all the time and writes every few weeks. I always want to go visit her, but, I feel like it would be weird going there without you, you know?” Teddi laid back, a small smile on her face. “She wants to learn how to surf. And, like, it makes me happy, but I also can’t help but imagine you still being here and teaching her how. You were always good with kids. Shockingly. I mean, the kids in your swim class worshiped the ground you walked on. They still do. I don’t know…I guess I just hope wherever you are you at least know how much everyone misses you. That people still love you. That I love you…whether there’s plenty of bitches in the sea or not,” she laughed, sniffing and wiping her eyes.

A low hum filled the apartment. Teddi jumped when the tv flicked on, the Knight Rider credits rolling up the screen. The screen flickered before the tv shut back off, the light above her slowly blinking down over her. Teddi sat up slowly, her heart hammering in her chest. The light went out with a click. Teddi whipped around, the light above the stove flashing slowly.

Teddi stood up. This wasn’t another power outage. She thought back to the night in Eddie’s van. The way the light had blinked angrily down at them. The radio coming to life on its own. She swallowed loudly.

The light went out. The apartment was dark again. Teddi’s eyes flickered to the closed door that led to Billy’s room. She could see that the light was on from the crack at the bottom of the door. Her feet were carrying her towards his room before she could really register what was happening. Her fingers were shaking as she reached out for the doorknob.

The door slowly swung open. Teddi looked around Billy’s room. His bed was still unmade. There were a few articles of clothing on the floor. One of his button up shirts was slung over his stereo. Teddi clenched her jaw, trying her best to keep her eyes from watering. It smelled like him. That warm, woody smell mixed with cigarette smoke and spearmint.

She took a step inside, closing the door behind her without really giving it a second thought. “...Billy?” her voice came out like a harsh whisper.

The stereo crackled with static before it came to life. Teddi jumped. One of Billy’s Motley Crue albums started playing. Teddi gasped, reaching forward and turning the stereo off. Was this a dream? It felt too real to be a dream. Teddi sighed, looking up at the ceiling as if she’d somehow find the answer there. “This is insane…” she mumbled. “...Billy? If- if that’s you then can you…” she sighed. “I don’t know, give me a sign? Something?”

The light above her blinked once. Teddi’s eyes grew wide. “Are-...are you a ghost? Is this real? I mean how-” she shook her head. “Sorry, sorry. One question at a time, right? Um, okay…one blink for yes, two for no, okay?” the light blinked once. Teddi let out a shaky laugh. “...Are you alive?” one blink. Her eyes welled up with tears.

“Do you know where you are?” two blinks.

“...Are you safe?” two blinks.

Teddi winced. How was any of this possible? If Billy was alive then where was he? How was he able to speak to her now? This was unreal. “Could you hear me just now? In the living room?” one blink.

“...Okay. okay,” Teddi mumbled to herself. “This is insane. Totally insane. If you can hear me then that means…” she huffed. “I don’t know what it means. Billy? Just hold on, okay? I’m gonna get help. We’re gonna figure this out,” she opened Billy’s door, hurrying back out into the dark living room and quickly dialing Max’s phone number.

It rang and rang. Teddi’s foot was tapping nervously. “Hello?” Max’s tired voice finally answered.

“Max! Okay, I need your help. You need to come back to the apartment. And bring Mike! It’s an emergency. Bring everyone. Like, ASAP.”

“What? Teddi, what the hell are you talking about? What’s wrong?”

“Just hurry, okay? I’ll explain once you’re here.” she hung up.

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