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azriels-shadowsinger · 2 months

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Hi! Can I please request 1 and 16 for Cassian x reader 🥹

“He treats me well-" "Okay good for you." "-but he isn't you."

Cassian x Reader

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a/n: so i couldn’t decide how i wanted to combine those 2 different prompts so i’m just writing 2 separate cassian fics i’m sorry. working on the other one right now, but for now here’s this!

warnings: angst, slight suggestiveness at the end

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Cassian was sick of it. He was sick of watching you date these undeserving males, fall in love with them, and then get your heart broken. Every single time, you run to him to console you. And every single time, he wipes away your tears and assures you that somewhere out there, there is someone who will love you and treat you right. Little do you know, he’s silently praying to the Mother that one day he can be that person for you. Not so silently, he prays that the stupid prick that broke your heart will drown in the Sidra, which usually earns a laugh from you.

Currently, Cassian was trying to keep the irritated expression off of his face as you told him about your most recent date with some new guy.

“He even paid for dinner! How sweet of him, right Cass?” You ask excitedly.

Bare fucking minimum, Cassian thought.

“That’s great y/n.” The words come out a bit more annoyed than intended, making you frown.

“What’s your problem?” You ask.

“Nothing.” He mutters.

“Bullshit, Cass. Did I do something to piss you off?” You try to think back over the past few hours to remember what you did to upset him, but nothing comes to mind.

“I just don’t really care to hear about yet another male that you think is your one true love, who will inevitably break your heart in a week.” You stare at him, stunned.

“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to talk about my love life to my best friend.” You argue stubbornly. He lets out a laugh.

“I wouldn’t call getting broken up with every other month a love life, sweetheart.” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth, but it was too late.

“Fuck you, Cassian.” You storm off before he can even apologize.

———

Unsurprisingly, the new guy ended up being a jerk and stood you up the following evening. You had waited at the restaurant for over an hour, earning apologetic looks from the waitress.

Cassian tried to act casual while he sat on the couch at the House of Wind, waiting for you to return from your date. He picked up some random book that Azriel had left and began scanning the pages when you winnowed home. Cassian can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, admiring your stunning figure accentuated by your dress. As soon as his gaze reaches your face, he notices the tears threatening to spill and stands up immediately. He debates walking over to comfort you with a hug or letting you come to him, still unsure if you are mad at him.

“I don’t want to hear ‘I told you so.’ And I know you don’t want to hear about my dating life anymore, so I’m going to bed.” You rush from the room quickly, leaving Cassian alone once again.

Yeah, you’re definitely still mad. Cassian has to fight the urge to follow you. He knows how your brain spirals in these situations, blaming yourself and doubting your self-worth, all because of a stupid male. He wants so badly to go up to your room and console you. He wants to wipe your tears like always and say some idiotic joke to make you laugh. More than anything, he wants to reassure you that this isn’t your fault. But he can’t, so he just sighs and sits back on the couch, picking up the book again.

———

It had been a few weeks since you and Cassian had a proper conversation, both of you too stubborn break the silence first. There had been a few short exchanges, usually just during training or when others were around, but the tension was apparent to everyone.

Cassian had heard from Mor that Feyre set you up with one of her artist friends, Kallum. He can’t be mad at his High Lady for doing what she thinks is best for her friend, but gods he was pissed about it.

You had gone on several dates with him over the past few weeks. He overheard you telling Feyre about them, describing the romantic gesture that Kallum made recently.

Was this it? Would this be the male who finally stole his best friend from him for good? If this male is a friend of Feyre’s, he must be a good guy.

Cassian hurries past the sitting area, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but somehow you catch his eye. He can’t help but notice the flicker of sadness in your stare.

———

After four weeks of stubborn silence, you approach Cassian at training.

“Hey.” He turns to you, surprised.

“Uh, hey y/n.” He notices that you’re picking at your nails, a nervous habit from when you were a kid.

“So, I’m bringing Kallum to dinner tomorrow evening. To meet everyone.” You say awkwardly.

Oh.

“I know you and I are still in a weird place, but can you please be nice? I want to make a good impression and see what everyone thinks of him.” You bit your bottom lip nervously.

“Why do you care what we all think of him?” He huffs.

“Because I care what my family and friends think of the person I’m dating.” You counter defensively.

“Do you really? Or do you need us to like him in order to convince yourself you like him too?” You scowl, but Cassian has that stupid cocky smirk on his face. He’s not wrong, which only pisses you off more. You had tried desperately to like Kallum. He’s a nice guy and he seems to like you a lot, but you just couldn’t find a spark between you two.

“He’s a good guy Cassian!” Your face turns red and you are too flustered to come up with a more clever response.

“If you say so.” Cassian rolls his eyes. You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, not him.

“He is! He treats me well!” You argue.

“Okay, good for you.” He says sarcastically. You stay silent for a long moment. Cassian turns to leave, not wanting to argue any longer.

“He treats me well…but he isn’t you.” You say softly.

Cassian freezes. Surely, he misheard you. He turns back to face you and is faced with the vulnerable expression on your face.

“Seeing as you don’t seem to want to be my friend anymore, there’s no point in hiding it any longer.” He takes a long stride towards you and takes your face in his hands.

“You’re right. I don’t want to be friends anymore.” Cassian presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You melt into his touch and tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss quickly turns heated, and you let out a soft moan. Cassian pulls away, and you give him a confused look.

“As much as I want to continue this, sweetheart, I plan to take you to dinner first. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated on a date.” He leans in close, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear. “And then maybe I can show you how you deserve to be treated in bed as well.” Your face turns bright red, and you nod. Cassian lets go of you, but you pull him in for another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer than the last.

“I should probably go break up with Kallum.” You giggle between kisses. Cassian growls at the mention of another male’s name and pulls you closer.

“That is the last breakup you are ever going to have. I’ve waited 500 years for this, I’m sure as hell not going to mess it up.”

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mixvyu · 10 months

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Parfum d’étoile - episode twenty-seven

scaramouche x reader smau

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You could see Scaramouche from the window of his car, looking down at his phone.

He didn’t seem to notice you as you waved at him but it didn’t stop you from walking over and knocking on the window.

You wave again and put your hands together as a quiet apology before going to the other side of his black Mercedes to the passager seat.

You threw yourself onto the soft seat and left out a long sigh, finally getting to sit down and relax after minutes of running around your apartment to not be any later than you already were.

"Hey."

"Oh hi ! Sorry I’m late" you said, breathing heavily after each word

"It’s fine, it’s kind of on brand with you anyways."

The car fell into silence after his sentence

. After seconds that felt like hours of him not starting the engine you decided to take matters into your own hands and strike the conversation

"You have a nice car !"

"Yeah it was my mom’s. She gave it to me when i got into college."

"Oh that’s nice… So uh… Where are we going ?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

"What ?"

" I don’t know where to go."

"Oh… Wait, what??"

"We should probably eat first since it’s noon."

"Uh… sure of course" you answered, still stunned by the revelation that he did not have anything planned.

"Kazuha said something about going to the Aquarium but i don’t really want to spend the day looking at fishes."

"Yeah, I don’t think aquariums are for first dates"

‘First dates’ he thought, by that logic there would also be a second, a third or even maybe a fourth.

What you thought about was the thought the he asked his friends for advice and that you weren’t the only one self conscious about all of this.

"Let’s go to McDonalds." His sentence pulled you out of your thoughts.

"What ?"

"Let’s go to McDonalds." He repeated, he didn’t really know what he was saying at that point

"Huh ?"

"I said-"

"No no I-! I heard what you said it’s uh… Why ? I was thinking of a place more first date-ey to be honest."

"The study sessions."

" ? "

"Kazuha got to pick Japanese food, you picked Italian after that but I didn’t get to pick."

"Oh yeah, that’s true"

"You don’t want to ?"

"No it’s- it’s fine with me"

"We can get something through the drive through and drive around and listen to music and speak about everything and everyone, that could be fun"

Now that he said it like that, it did sound fun : simply fooling around with him with no goal in mind seemed like a first date you could remember

"Yeah, that could be fun"

-★-

"Give me one or your nuggets"

"Should’ve ordered some for yourself"

"I paid for this ! Atleast let me have one !"

"Look at the road, god ! Do you want us to die or something ?!"

"It’s fine I’m an excellent driver" he said, snatching a chicken nugget from between your lips right into his mouth before getting his eyes back on the road.

"You’re a dick, Kuni."

"Don’t go dirtying the car now i just washed it"

"Huh ? You washed it for me ?"

"No dumbass i washed it because Childe borrowed it and he apparently can’t clean after himself."

"Well the name checks out"

You could hear a slight chuckle from the man beside you and it made you feel proud.

This date wasn’t actually, going as badly as you thought it would, it felt nice and casual to just spend time with Scaramouche.

Alex G was playing on his car speaker and the grey sky outside made it feel weirdly soothing.

"Where do you want to go after this ?"

"Wherever i don’t really care."

"God you’re so annoying."

"How is it my fault that you invite me on a date but don’t have a plan in head?!"

"Let’s go to the mall I have something to buy."

"Ooh I saw nice pants last time! You’ll buy them for me right ?" You said jokingly expecting a ‘no way in hell’ from him

"Sure, i don’t really care"

"Huh ? I was joking you know…"

"I’m not, I have money to spend might as well spend it."

"Do you wanna be my sugar daddy ?"

"Aren’t I already ?"

He stopped the car in the mall’s parking lot without you even noticing you were even approaching the mall already.

He stepped out of the car and closed his side before going to the other side and opening up the door for you.

"Ma’am."

"Woah, so gentlemanly."

"I know right."

Now that you were both out of the car you could finally examine what he wore.

It was your first time seeing him wear a button down and it didn’t look so bad, the black tie that he wore with it was slightly loosen to give more style probably. The color of his tie matched his pants, black baggy jeans with holes on each knees and he added a dark jacket to protect himself against the chilly air from outside.

It seemed like whatever he was wearing was fitting of him and it pissed you off.

"Quit staring."

"It’s weird seeing you with a button down"

"You saw me with one when i went to eat with my mom dumbass"

"Did I ? I don’t remember that."

You don’t know if he did it subconsciously or on purpose but scaramouche intertwined your fingers like it was nothing, hand and hand and dragging you into the shopping mall.

You didn’t say anything about it, scared that if you did speak up he would pull away. You just wanted to enjoy the warmth of his hand for a few moments longer.

-★-

Your hands came apart when you entered his car for the second time. Scaramouche pulled away so easily you couldn’t help but let out a disappointed sigh and hoped he didn’t notice (he did)

"So… what else should we do ?"

"We could drink that wine of yours"

You pointed to the plastic bag in which a bottle of french red wine he just bought that was sitting next to the bag filled with clothes that he insisted on buying you

"Uh you’re nice and all but this is a 1973 grand cru."

"Ok ? And ?"

"This bottle was 1.5k i’m not opening it for you."

"Come on, it would be fun !"

" I won’t be able to drive home, you know that right ?"

"We can uber home and you’ll get your car tomorrow !"

"You’re so fucking annoying" Scaramouche said as he started the car

"Where are we going"

"A cliff."

"What for ?"

"So i can kill us both." He sighed in annoyance, not satisfied with the decision he just made "To drink the wine dipshit, what else ?"

A satisfied smile crept on your face as you looked ahead of you, the sky was clearer now and it was a beautiful shade of blue.

You checked the time, wondering how long you’ve been on this date already.

You ignored the countless notifications from your friend group, not wanting to text friends while being with Scaramouche.

Your phone read ‘3:49’

Your shopping session was obviously way longer than expected and you kind of felt bad to use his money but also very satisfied with the purchases he made. You knew that whenever you’d tell Mona she won’t let it go ever.

Scaramouche had been weirdly sweet during the day, you wondered if he’d be like that if you ever dated him then started to hate yourself when you realised what you were thinking about.

Still dating Scaramouche doesn’t seem that bad ; he was rich, good looking, fun to be around, rich, dressed well, rich, had really good grades, was sweet (at time) and was filthy rich.

Settling with a guy like him didn’t seem like such a bad idea and you wanted so hard to hate the thought of it but you couldn’t.

"What is it ?" Scaramouche had noticed you staring

"I just thought that we’ve been driving for a while" you lied "where is that fucking cliff of yours ?"

"Out of town."

"What ? How are we gonna go back ?"

"I’ll drive of course"

"Drunk driving really isn’t safe you know ?"

"I’m not going to have more than one drink i’m not an alcoholic" like Kazuha, he wanted to add but he didn’t want to speak of him while on a date with you "I refuse to leave a fucking Mercedes out there in the wild, i’m gonna bring this baby back to the dorm parking lot before i go to bed i swear"

"Ooh so you’re that kind of car lover."

"What is that supposed to mean ?"

"Nothing in particular."

-★-

You checked your phone once again

6:01

Scaramouche drove for more than two hours which was surprising to you.

Time flew by fast with countless conversations and improvised karaoke.

You were still grinning ear to ear getting out of his car and finally being able to stretch properly.

You heard the car trunk close violently and turned around to see Scaramouche holding two wine glasses and a bottle of wine that seemed different than the one you pointed to earlier

"So you basically got me the cheap version ?"

"Yup!" He said not an ounce of shame in his voice "This is still 200 bucks i’m sure you’ll live"

"What if I don’t ?"

He ignored you and simply sat on the hood of his car.

It felt wrong to sit on the hood of a car that was worth more than all of your belongings put together but if he did it you might as well.

You happily took the glass he was offering you from his hands before he pour down some of the liquid from the wine bottle he just opened

"You’re not going to poison me, are you ?"

"I might" he replied pouring himself a glass

"Cheers" you said, both at the same time.

Scaramouche took a small sip while you downed your whole glass in a matter of seconds

"Not even appreciating the taste, jesus"

Silence fell onto the both of you, a comfortable one.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, closing your eyes, almost drifting off the sleep before adding quietly

"I really wanted you to like me, Kuni"

He didn’t speak but you knew he heard you.

Your eyes opened once again when you felt his head on top of yours, both of your bodies being warmed up by the other’s

You stayed like that for hours that felt like minutes. Staring at the sun hiding from your view for the day, the orange aspect of the sky adding a little something to the already perfect evening.

Your heart was beating fast and you hoped that Scaramouche’s was too.

After countless of small meaningless conversations, it was sadly time to go home

-★-

You yawned

"I’m so tired"

"We’re almost there, don’t worry."

10:36

You could see the familiar lights and building of your town and it felt bittersweet.

You didn’t really want the day to end yet.

Even though you barely did anything, you felt awfully close to him and you liked that feeling.

The car stopped and you knew that it meant you arrived at the front of your apartment but you still checked outside hoping that maybe you were wrong.

You weren’t.

You could see the windows of your living room from there and it felt like they were mocking you.

You stepped out of the car, legs almost giving out because of how long you spent sitting.

Scaramouche was still in the car, hands on the steering wheel and he looked like he was more than read to leave.

The window from the driver seat was opened so you leaned in to be heard better

"Today was fun, we should do that again"

"Yeah."

"Well then, goodnight."

"What ? You aren’t claiming the hundreds of dollars worth of clothes in my backseat ?"

The grin on his face made you want to slap him but you simply sighed.

He got out of the car and gave you your(his) purchases

"You’re being awfully gentlemanly tonight"

"I’m always like that"

You faked a cough

"Well-"

His lips suddenly crashed on yours, unexpectedly and they tasted like cherry.

His sudden kiss made you gasp and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth

You closed your eyes letting him explore your mouth all he wanted, letting a few moans and whimpers here and there.

Before you even had the chance to grab him he cruelly pulled away panting slightly before leaving a soft peck on your now swollen lips.

Your face was burning up and it was hard to catch your breath but you still managed to whisper

"What… What was that…?"

"The kiss i owed you. It’s a little late though so I apologise.

He planted another kiss on your lips and barely pulled away before whispering

"Have a good night, Y/N"

And with that, he turned around, got into his car and drove away. Leaving you frozen and speechless on your own doorstep.

Extras!

My friend said "we better kiss or i’ll throw hands" and i had to act like i wasn’t sure it was so hard i wanted to say it so bad

We did kiss i hope you guys are finally happy 😞

Uh next chapter not so happy it’s not angst but it’s frustrating

I’m writing those notes on the 17th i haven’t even finished chapter 26

Oh em gee Bojack Horseman reference

Why are kissing scenes so embarrassing to write omg

No proofreading we die like men

Went to sleep at 8am just for you guys ughh i have to be awake in 4hrs why do i do this to myself

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upat4amwiththemoon · 10 months

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OH LORD I HAVE A REQUEST

What do you think of this

Wanda or Natasha over hear a conversation between r and a friend that she's having over, speaking about a new teacher who apparently look like a sweetheart and hears r saying she has a crush on this woman

I just love how you write so I'll let you handle everything else, just giving you the big idea yknow 👀

Innocent crush

Summary: Everyone has that one teacher.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 677

a/n: I have a confession to make..I never had a crush on a teacher

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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“No, you don’t get it, she’s such a sweetheart.” Y/N groans, flopping down to the bed. “And she’s so fricking hot.”

Kate laughs, laying next to Y/N. Despite being in the same school, she has actually never had classes with the teacher her friend is currently crushing on. “I’m sure she is.”

With a dreamy sigh, she stares at the roof. “I might be delusional, but I’m pretty sure she pays more attention to me than the rest of the class.”

“Oh, totally not delusional.”

“I know right!” Y/N raises to lean on one of her elbows. “She keeps staring at me.”

“My math teacher keeps ranting about his divorce to us.”

When the conversation changes and the two girls’ laughter can be heard through the door, Wanda sneaks off to the living room with a fruit plate in her hand. She’s not one to eavesdrop, usually, but her daughter just happened to be talking about a crush when she was going to bring them snacks.

She sets the plate down to the table and sits next to Natasha on the couch, taking her attention off of the book she’s reading. “Y/N has a crush.”

“Oh?” Putting the book down, Natasha turns to Wanda with raised brows.

“On the new teacher she has.” She states. “She said she is fricking hot.”

Natasha chuckles, “is she still too scared to curse?”

“Yes, and rightly so.”

“You curse like a sailor.”

Mumbling off the accusation, Wanda turns back to the matter in hand. “Our daughter has a crush on an older woman.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. Isn’t it normal for students to have crushes on teachers?” Wanda shrugs. Neither of the women had a normal upbringing, nor crushes on teachers, considering school wasn’t a bog part of their lives. “As long as the teacher doesn’t do anything inappropriate, everything should be okay.”

“Shouldn’t we still talk about it to her?”

“Then she’d know you were eavesdropping.

“I wasn’t-“ Wanda sighs and rolls her eyes, not trying to argue against the accusation, “we’ll just have to find a way to be subtle about it.”

Unfortunately, subtlety wasn’t the ex-Avengers’ strength when it came to their daughter.

“So,” Wanda starts as they’re eating dinner together, “any new crushes?” She asks with a seemingly innocent smile on her face.

“No.”

Humming, Wanda stares at her daughter. Y/N pays no mind to it, continuing eating in silence, while Natasha hides her grin by taking a sip of her drink. “How’s the new teacher? She any good?”

“Yeah, she’s alright.”

“Is she good looking?”

Now Y/N lifts her head to look at Wanda, her brows are scrunched together. “That’s weird, mom.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” Natasha comments with a laugh, ignoring the look her wife sends her.

Setting down her fork, Wanda lets her hands lay on the table. “I was just wondering, you know, if she was your type, or anything like that.”

Y/N squints her eyes, staring at Wanda. “You were eavesdropping me and Kate.” She states, annoyed her mom can’t stop meddling into her things.

She huffs, “it wasn’t eavesdropping. I was bringing you two snacks and overheard your conversation.”

“We never got any snacks.”

“Well, I left after I had the conversation.” She mumbles, picking up her fork again so she wouldn’t have to see the annoyed look on her daughter’s face. “It really isn’t my fault when you talk so loudly.”

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry. I just want to make sure, that nothing…inappropriate is going on.”

“Gross, mom.” Y/N pushes her almost empty plate away. “It’s just a crush, I’m not sending her nude pictures or anything like that.”

Natasha gives her a look, “you better not be sending any nudes to anyone.”

With a groan, Y/N stands up. “I am not sending nudes to anyone. Remind me to tell Kate I’ll start hanging out at her house from now on.” She walks away from the table.

“Now I’m worried about the nudes.” Wanda mumbles.

“We should check her phone, right?”

“Yeah.”

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Collecting Strays / Eddie Munson x fem!reader (adopted Harrington)

Summary: Eddie finds you singing and drawing in the woods alone. He takes it upon himself to invite you to their group. And of course, it takes you all of 3 seconds to develop a crush on him. Go figure.

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, oral (female receiving), fingering, drug use, shotgunning

Words: 6464

a/n: I said I had two more ideas and this was one of them...a lot longer than I thought it'd be too. Then again, most of my fics end up like that so I shouldn't be surprised. Feel free to send a request if you'd like (master list)

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“See my lonely life unfold. I see it every day. See my only mind explode. Since I’ve gone a-”

“You listen to Alice Cooper?” A voice startles you where you’re sitting at a picnic bench in the woods singing along to Alice Cooper’s Ballad of Dwight Fry though there’s no music playing.

You nearly drop your sketchbook to the dirt in your haste to see the owner of the voice. Though the hair rising on the back of your neck can only mean one thing. It’s Eddie Munson. With how loud and zealous he can be in the cafeteria, it’s a wonder you didn’t recognize him immediately. Trying to not show him how much he’d actually scared you out of your own little world, you offer a shrug in response.

Sitting across from you, he takes his jacket and vest off and opens his metal box, producing a bag of pretzels and offers some to you. You take one with a small smile and a muttered “thanks.” You had forgotten to grab some lunch before you hightailed it out of school.

“You have a beautiful voice,” Eddie says, your brain short circuiting at the way his finger bumps his bottom lip putting a pretzel between his teeth. He’s ridiculously attractive and you’re not fucking blind. Seeing him in Mrs. O'Donnell's class and during lunch is enough to make your heart ache. But jesus, seeing that is something else. “You should come play with us sometime. I’m sure the guys would love to hear you sing.”

Picking your pencil up, you snort, “yeah, right,” and continue to draw quietly.

Eddie doesn’t seem ready to be done with the conversation. “So what’s a Harrington doing out here all alone during lunch? Isn’t it kind of in your blood to be the center of attention?” He teases, but the smile on his face is soft.

“I’m adopted,” you snark with a huff, erasing the same curved line of an eyeball that’s been annoying you for over ten minutes now. But Eddie just giggles at your response, actually giggles and it’s music to your damn ears. Just because Steve is your brother, doesn’t mean that you have his charismatic nature. You don’t really have a whole lot of friends. But Eddie is being nice to you and when you look up, he’s offering you half a sandwich. “I’m not taking your lunch, Eddie.”

“Unless you’re drawing yourself some food over there, I don’t see a meal out here with you,” he dangles it towards you, “I’d feel better if you took it.” You narrow your eyes at him, hesitant about his kindness. “Please,” Eddie smiles again, “I’m getting pizza later tonight with the club, I won’t go hungry if you share with me. Unlike you with no food. Thank you,” he says after you take the offered food. “So, why are you out here by yourself?”

Stifling the snarky retort that he too came out here alone, you sigh, “peace and quiet. People kind of suck. Their expectations of me to be a mini Steve can be suffocating.”

“Shit, sorry,” he winces.

“Not your fault,” you shake your head, covering your mouth around a bite of ham and cheese. “It comes with the name. Always has. I’m glad Steve isn’t Mr. Popularity anymore, but for some reason everyone thinks I should be. But I’m just,” you gesture wildly, “not. I mean,” you scoff a laugh, “I’m out here in the woods alone, singing, and drawing. That’s not exactly prom queen behavior.”

Neither are your ripped jeans, tight black tee, and dark eyeliner either.

Suddenly, Eddie hops up from the other bench and you think he’s done entertaining you. Until he plops down beside you, bumping your arm with his, “what are you drawing?” He peers over your shoulder, curiosity furrowing his brow.

Biting your lip, you contemplate just not showing him. No one has ever been genuinely interested in your art. Not when ‘nerdy things’ are your focus. But Eddie is being nice and talking to you and he’s a lot sweeter than you’d pegged him for based on what you’ve seen in the cafeteria. Finally getting the eye the way you wanted it to look you turn the book so he can see, “this.”

“Whoa,” Eddie tosses his half eaten sandwich on the baggie and wipes his hands on his jeans. “Can I?” He asks, reaching for the sketchbook. You nod, handing it over. Excitement lifts his features, Eddie’s eyes darting over your drawing. “This kind of looks like-”

“Gollum,” you interrupt. Not wanting to hear monster, or gremlin, or stupid, or the many number of things people call your artwork. “It’s supposed to be Gollum. At least, that’s how I picture him based on the description.”

“Color me impressed.”

“Why?”

“You not only listen to Alice Cooper, but you know him well enough to sing from memory,” Eddie drags his gaze from the picture. “But you also know Lord of the Rings enough to draw Gollum exactly how I see him too. Y/N, this is fucking awesome!”

Your cheeks burn scarlet. No one has ever recognized your art for what it’s meant to be. No one. And here’s Eddie saying that he knows exactly what you’re drawing and loves it. “Thanks,” you whisper so softly because shock constricts your vocal cords.

Eddie flips to prior pages, “have you done any other- Jesus Christ! You drew Sauron?!” He looks back at you with a stunning smile. “Do you have any other hidden talents I should know about?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” you duck your head to hide your reddening blush. You’ve always found Eddie attractive, but were way too intimidated to ever actually try and have a conversation with him. And here he is making it seem effortless.

In the distance the bell rings signaling lunch’s end. “I have a proposition for you,” Eddie’s shoulder sway side to side making you giggle. “Well, two, if you’re up for it.”

“Okay?”

“For one, no more sitting out here by yourself.” When your face scrunches, he presses on, “sit with us at lunch. You can still draw without scrutiny. And if you want to sing where no one can hear you, I’ll come sit with you. But you shouldn’t be in the woods alone. We might be a bunch of misfits, but we’re pretty good friends when given the chance.”

“You have a habit of collecting strays, don’t you?” He nods happily at you. “Okay, yeah,” you smile, actually excited about the prospect of being friends with Eddie. You can handle being friends with someone as attractive as him without fucking it up to catastrophic proportions. Maybe. “And the other?”

He gives you back your sketchbook, tapping the open page, “come to Hellfire tonight. Bring this with you. If you can draw this well from description alone,” Eddie beams at you, eyes glazing over, “I’d love to see what you could do with our characters from D&D. You don’t have to play if you don’t want to, but I’d totally teach you if you did,” his ring clad fingers scratch at his jaw and you track the movement. “I don’t know, I just think it’d be fun.”

“Yeah,” you smile brightly, “yeah, I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?” Eddie looks at you in surprise. When you nod, his lips pull into a wide grin and he drums the table. Jumping up, he pumps his fist, “hell yeah! I’ll meet you at your locker after school so I can show you where the room is. “This is gonna be sick!” Eddie gently grabs both sides of your face, kissing the top of your head, “you won’t regret this, Harrington, I promise!”

---

When the end bell rings for your last class, you head to your locker, finding Eddie already there waiting for you. Leaning against the metal door, his eyes light up when he sees you and he wiggles his fingers in a wave. For just a moment, your gremlin brain fixates on the action, wondering what his fingers would feel like against you. Mentally slapping yourself for even thinking that in the first place. Your first legitimate conversation was literally three hours ago and you’re already fantasizing about him.

Maybe this is a bad idea. You still haven’t recovered from him kissing your head and now you’re about to spend the next few hours with him and his friends and you’re fucking terrified. Nerves settle like a massive rock in your gut, making your hands clammy. How did you go from watching him from afar to a full blown crush fantasizing about him in such a short time? You are so incredibly screwed. Calling this off sounds like a really good idea.

“There’s my beautiful artiste with the voice of an angel,” Eddie greets you, sliding off your locker for you to put your books away.

His- his beautiful- his? “Hey, Eddie,” your mouth manages to supply proper words while your brain hasn’t recovered from its record scratch. It’s trying very hard to do so, but it’s revolving around Eddie saying my and not the. And beautiful. Eddie just called you fucking beautiful. To your face!

“You okay?” His dark brows pinch together in concern.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, rolling your shoulders when you close your locker. “Guess I’m just a little nervous,” you admit.

And it’s the truth. It’s not just being around Eddie that’s making your anxiety peak. You’ve seen the club at lunch. How rowdy they can get. How tightly knit they seem. Not too keen on outsiders just barreling onto the scene. For the first time in your life, as someone who doesn’t mind being alone, you find yourself worried you won’t be accepted. You’re not so sure you like this foreign feeling.

“Please,” Eddie scoffs, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “they’re going to love you.” Is he always this tactile with his friends and you just never noticed? He leads you through the hallway, stopping at a door marked Extra Curriculars. “Besides, I’m the Dungeon Master, if anyone can just bring someone in, it’s me. They won’t even question you’re there, angel.”

A blush burns your cheeks at the name and you clutch your sketchbook a little closer to your chest in hopes to hide its pounding. You can only nod with a pinched smile. Had you tried to actually speak, it would’ve been through stuttered words and squeaked syllables. Not in this lifetime.

Eddie pushes open the door with a flourish, arm still around your shoulder as you both enter the room to a table full of waiting people. Dustin, Mike, and Erica you recognize instantly. After fighting Demogorgons with two and being trapped in a Russian elevator with the other, it’s hard to forget them. It’s why you don’t mind being alone as much. You know what could be out there and absolutely know how to protect yourself from it. But not even spawns of the Upside Down made you this anxious. Ready to throw up from everyone’s confused and inquisitive looks.

“Finally land yourself a girlfriend?” Dustin quips, braces flashing as he grins.

“Not yet, Henderson,” Eddie says, keeping his arm around you, walking you closer to the table.

Survival seems less and less likely as the seconds drag on. Not yet. That’s a perfectly normal response for someone to have. No, he hasn’t found a girlfriend yet. But you can’t help but think, maybe even hope since your heart decided to skip about three steps, that he meant you aren’t his girlfriend yet. You might actually slap yourself for that thought when you get home later and not settle for the mental one you’re giving yourself now.

“I’m sure you all know Harrington’s sister,” Eddie gestures at you, “you’ve mentioned her before, Henderson.” What is it with him and last names?

“Because she’s fucking awesome,” Dustin says like it’s obvious.

A laugh tickles the back of your throat. Like your brother, you too have a soft spot for the younger teen. He really is a good kid, just trying to survive like the rest of you. Knowing all too well the things that really go bump in the night. “You’re damn right,” you point at Dustin, feeling a little more at ease. More willing to be yourself.

Eddie appears to be okay with it if his wondrous, almost proud, smile is anything to go by. “I had them all make a second character sheet for you to go off of. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, angel.”

No one in the room but you seems to be affected by the name.

“Great,” you smile, curling out from under his arm to grab the stack of papers one of the boys offers you.

“Shit,” Eddie looks around the table, seeing there isn’t an extra chair aside from an empty throne to sit in. Which you’re assuming is where he sits. “I can read standing up,” he shrugs, “take a seat, angel.”

“Are you serious?” Mike nearly shrieks, the others at the table sharing in his shock.

“I’m not taking your seat, Eddie,” you say, feeling like it’s the picnic table all over again.

Eddie sighs, coming over to grab you by your shoulders and gently nudge you towards the chair, “I can sit on the armrest if standing gets annoying,” he argues.

“I can sit on the armrest,” you fire back, doing just that. Placing your sketchbook in your lap, the character sheets tucked between the pages so they don’t scatter. “See? Perfectly fine. Now you can keep your throne.”

“I can’t believe he was going to let her sit in his throne,” you hear Dustin whisper while Eddie narrows his eyes at you with a sly grin.

Pointing at you, Eddie’s grin widens, “you win this time, angel. But don’t expect that to happen every time.”

Warmth washes over your heart and tingles shoot down your spine with every use of the pet name. The logical part of your brain reasons that it’s because he said you had the voice of an angel. And knowing that you don’t want to be seen as your brother, probably chooses to call you that instead of your last name like the others. It’s not a term of endearment. There’s no way.

When Eddie sits in the seat of his throne to start their game, you get to work on the first characters. Erica’s. You have no idea what a kukri is, but you can’t wait to figure it out. It’s surprising that their outbursts, both angry and excited, don’t startle you and make you mess up. You actually feel at ease, free to work on your art surrounded by some really great people.

Well, you thought you were at ease. Until the group huddles at the other end of the table to hash out their plan of attack. Their quick, hushed tones become mute to your ears when a hand snakes around your waist. You freeze for a second, taking a peak at Eddie from the corner of your eye.

The pointer of his free hand is rubbing under his lip, eyes flicking to you, a small smile pulling at the side of his mouth. Your insides are screaming, but your body settles into the contact. When it does, Eddie’s thumb traces small circles through your shirt and you bite away a smile. Eddie hides his own behind his hand with a quiet, breathy chuckle. Like he was hoping you’d allow him this.

What the actual fuck are you doing?

---

As promised, the next day, you make your way to the Hellfire Club’s lunch table, cradling your sketchbook and lunch to your chest. You brought from home today so there would be no chance of you forgetting to eat again. The only empty chair is at the other end of the table and you’re thankful for that. You can still be here like Eddie asked and also have your distance. You’re all kinds of a mess mentally and emotionally over yesterday, you simply don’t know what to do with yourself.

Eddie looks at you funny once you’re seated, “um, no,” he states, getting out of his chair. “I don’t think so,” Eddie rounds the table, grabbing the back of your chair and dragging it to the head of the table beside his.

“Ed- Eddie!” You squawk, trying to clutch the table to no use, the metal legs screeching through their movement. You allow yourself two seconds to marvel at Eddie’s strength to be able to just drag you like you weigh nothing. The only thing you were able to grab was the paper bag containing your lunch. Your sketchbook lies teetering off the edge of the table where you were sitting.

“Much better,” he says, slinging his arm over your shoulder, “making friends, remember?” Eddie motions with two fingers at Gareth, “hand it over.” The boy immediately grabs your sketchbook before it can fall, passing it down to Jeff for Eddie to give back to you. “So, Friday before spring break, any plans, angel?”

You’re still coming back from his arm being around you again that you barely processed his question. At least your mouth seemed to be paying attention, offering, “no plans. Tonight or for break.” It’s really nice that your mouth remembers how to function when your brain doesn’t.

“You should come hang out,” Eddie offers, “I was gonna rent Cat’s Eye and Nightmare on Elm street, if you’re up for a horror night. I’ll drive you.” He rests his head on his extended arm to look at you, your heart stuttering in your chest.

“I-”

“Horror night?” Dustin perks up in excitement. “Will you bring your caramel corn?”

“I asked her,” Eddie gives the younger teen a glare, silencing him.

Eddie asked you, you, to hang out alone with him for a movie night. Be still your fucking heart, please! Leaning back in your chair and subsequently his arm, you allow a genuine smile to grace your features. “I love Stephen King. Throw in Carrie and The Shining and I’m in.”

“You allowed to stay out that late, angel?” Eddie asks you with the cutest face of teasing disbelief.

You snort, “Steve was allowed to come home at two in the morning drunk off his ass. I doubt they’d even be bothered if I didn’t come back till the next morning.” You clamp your mouth shut at the surprise on his face. Not to mention your suggestive remark. “N-not that I assume I’d stay the night, I’m just- no, they wouldn’t mind if I came home that late.”

The lines on Eddie’s face tighten in a breathtaking grin, “easy, angel,” he chuckles. “I wouldn’t mind either way. Four movies is a lot, I might pass out first.” You laugh at his comment, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Eddie leans in to whisper, “caramel corn?”

You laugh again, “stop by the store on the way to your house and I can make some.”

---

Making your, as Dustin would call it, infamous caramel corn in Eddie’s trailer was a commodity to you. He sat there watching you the entire time you were making the caramel on the stove, offering help and asking all sorts of questions. Claiming that if it was as delicious as it was claimed to be, he’d want to be able to make it in your absence. You shocked yourself telling him that whenever he wants more, to just let you know and you’ll happily make it for him.

The smile that response gave you was totally worth the knots in your stomach for having said it. After dutifully making the popcorn like you’d asked, Eddie brings the bowl over for you to pour the now slightly cooled caramel over. Mixing until it’s evenly distributed, you hand slide the bowl across the counter to him, waiting with perfect patience.

No, it’s not. You find yourself seeking his approval on the treat that you’re actually staring at him while biting your thumb nail.

Picking up a piece, he pops it in his mouth. Groaning once he chews it, “oh, angel,” Eddie grins around his bite. “I’m never eating regular popcorn again. This is fucking delicious,” he sucks the caramel off his fingers and you fight the urge to salivate.

What is it with his fucking fingers?

“I’m glad you like it,” you duck your head to hide the wide smile from his praise, following him back in the living room to watch your first movie. Sitting on the couch beside him, you mildly regret having worn a skirt today because in order to be comfortable you have to tuck your legs underneath yourself. Meaning either your knees or your feet are going to be pressed against his thigh.

Eddie doesn’t seem to care in the slightest when your knee bumps against him as you settle yourself on the cushion. “Do you smoke?” He asks, reaching under the couch for a small, metal tin.

“I’ve never tried,” you shrug.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” Eddie’s hand falters on opening the tin, “we have four movies to get through, I’ll be sober enough to drive you home later. Unless you wanted to stay over like you’d said.”

“It doesn’t bother me, Eddie,” you smile at him. Which you don’t. At all. You’re also a guest in his home. He should feel comfortable enough to act no different than he would if he were home alone. That’s the point of home. Comfortability. “Depends on how tired I am after the third movie. But yeah,” you fiddle with your fingers, “I don’t mind staying if you don’t.”

“Fine by me, angel,” Eddie’s lips curl at the corners sweetly as he hits play on the remote, starting Nightmare on Elm Street. You can’t help but watch in curiosity as he puts a joint- just because you don’t partake, doesn’t mean you don’t know- between his lips and lights the end. You honestly can’t help but stare at him, watching the smoke lazily spill from his mouth before he inhales it through his nose.

You’re surprised that it doesn't make him sneeze. It has to tickle. But then you realize that he must have been doing this for long enough that he probably doesn’t even notice anymore. But you’re transfixed by how it actually looks kind of elegant. You’re not even watching the girl on screen running through the halls, only Eddie. He does the inhale again.

Then your brain seems to stage a mutiny on you, saying, "it's very pretty when you do that." Your cheeks burn realizing you’ve just called him pretty by proxy. “S-sorry,” you stammer out at the wide eyes he gives you.

But Eddie just giggles at you, “you don’t have to apologize, angel.” Your own eyes must widen seeing the embers flare up as he takes another hit. Something he notices because he extends the joint towards you, “do you want to try it? I won’t pressure you or anything, it’s totally up to you. But you are safe here and I’ll keep an eye on you. And you’re staying over, so you don’t have to worry about your parents either.”

Considering his words and actually feeling safe with him, you take the rolled paper in your fingers, eyeing it warily. “H-how do I…” you trail off, not wanting to seem like an idiot.

Placing the half empty bowl on the floor in front of him, Eddie turns to face you on the couch, “for your first time, it’ll probably be easier to inhale a little into your mouth and then properly pull it into your lungs. Hold it in until it starts to tickle the back of your throat and then exhale it.” Eddie flashes a sly grin, “I promise not to laugh at you if you cough. It’s pretty normal for the first couple times. I did, we all do, don’t fight it.”

Taking his advice, you do exactly as you’re told. Pulling some of the harsh smoke into your mouth before fully inhaling it into your lungs. The intrusive substance burns on its way, you fight the cough, holding your breath for a moment. But it’s a moment too soon because you fought it and took a much bigger hit than you thought. So you cough the smoke out with a laugh at Eddie’s playful eye roll.

“I said don’t fight it, angel,” he gently teases you. “That was also a lot.”

“It was like immediate,” you say in defense, still sputtering smaller coughs until the sting goes away. “Can I try again?”

Eddie’s tongue darts across his lip, “actually, I have a better idea. Let me see it,” he reaches for the joint. “Do you know what a shotgun inhale is?” You shake your head, already feeling slight effects from the hit you took. “Basically, I take a hit and hold it in my mouth and then breathe it into yours. You pull it straight to your lungs. It should make it less harsh for you.”

You should say no. You one hundred percent do not trust yourself not to act like a fool with his mouth that close to yours. But clearly the weed you’ve already ingested doesn’t give a single fuck as you mutter, “yeah, okay.”

With a smile, Eddie adjusts himself until he’s kneeling on the couch and you follow suit. Watching him put the joint to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he inhales. Pulling the rolled paper away, he leans closer, cupping the side of your face to keep you still. Blush burns your cheeks when your mouth opens and your bottom lip bumps his as you inhale the smoke. Your eyes flutter closed as you hold your breath for a tick.

Opening them when you exhale, seeing Eddie take a proper hit for himself. “Better?” He asks around the smoke trailing from his lips.

A giggle bubbles in your chest, ears burning along with your cheeks, “much. I might only be able to hit it like that from now on,” you tease, sounding nothing like yourself. But it’s nice. The way the weed makes you feel physically and mentally. Not as embarrassed to say what’s on your mind.

“Not everyone will be willing to do that, angel,” Eddie’s eyes darken with something you’ve never seen before.

You cock your head to the side, scrunching your face in confusion, “why not?”

He seems to contemplate his words for a second, looking at his lap while tapping his finger along his thigh. “I could tell you,” Eddie’s eyes snap to yours, “but would you let me show you?” Not having the slightest clue as to what he could mean, but trusting him implicitly, you nod with furrowed brows. “Fuck, okay,” he breathes out, “know you can totally push me away.”

That does nothing in the way of clearing your confusion, but you nod once more, patiently waiting. You watch him inhale again and set the joint in an ashtray on the small table. Cupping the side of your face again, Eddie leans in. But when your mouth opens to accept the smoke, you’re met with his lips pressing against yours, tongues lacing together as the smoke travels between you two.

It’s making you dizzy in the best way possible. Your fingers curl into his raglan, a small moan escaping your throat as you pull him closer. Quickly enough that he stumbles a bit and your back hits the cushion, him falling on top of you. You kiss him until your lungs burn, begging for proper oxygen.

“You didn’t push me away,” his thumb rubs your cheek, smiling at you from where he’s now on top of you.

“Why would I?” You ask in a small voice, breathless from the kiss. The weed. Being this fucking close to Eddie. Just, everything going on.

Features twisting in a way your high mind can’t put a finger on, Eddie says, “because I’m the ‘Freak of Hawkins High’, remember? The satanic monster everyone likes to take a dig at.”

“You’re not a freak to me,” you say softly, grateful that despite his tone, he hasn’t made an effort to get off of you. “Eddie, I-” you brush some of his hair out of his face, “I like you. No matter what anyone else says about you. I don’t care.”

Eddie smiles widely, eyes crinkling before he slams his mouth to yours again. “I was really hoping you’d say that,” he brushes his nose with yours, causing a fit of giggles from you. “I like you too, angel. Ever since you walked through those doors freshman year. I just never thought a Harrington would want anything to do with me, so I kept to myself.”

“Well this Harrington wants a lot to do with you, Eddie.”

“Good,” is all the response you get before suddenly Eddie is off the couch, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal when his palm hits your ass. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough that the sting shoots a wave of pleasure through you. No one’s ever done that to you before. But you’re definitely not complaining. Kicking his door open, you’re tossed on his bed.

Except he doesn’t just throw himself on top of you like you’re expecting. Instead he just watches you, ring adorned hand covering an obvious smile while you try to fix your skirt. Puffing strands of hair from your face you look at him with faux annoyance, “was there a purpose for that?”

“Sorry,” Eddie chuckles behind his hand. Rubbing his jaw, he drops it, but you notice the way his fingers twitch at his sides. Wanting to do something, but being forced to stay still. “Got a little carried away. Probably should’ve asked first. Liking me and wanting me to take you to bed are two different things. But I just- I find it hard to control myself.” His words are sweet, but his eyes are blown and glazed, locked on where your skirt is still half up your thigh.

If you were bold enough, you’d shift your leg for him to see the lace underwear you’re wearing. Just to see if you can get the control to snap again. “You haven’t done anything I’ve said no to,” your voice sounds sultrier than you’ve ever heard before. Where this confidence came from, you’re not sure. But you want to be confident for him. “I know that if I were to tell you to stop, you would.”

“Promise?”

You look at him confused, “promise what?”

“That if you want me to stop, you’ll tell me?” Eddie turns away from you, looking at his cassette player, seeming ready to pace. “Because if I don’t hear stop, I don’t think I could, angel. And I won’t hurt you,” he shakes his head, not seeing you get to your feet right behind him.

“Eddie,” you snap a bit, only to get his attention.

He whips around to face you with a quipped, “yeah?” Eddie’s eyes widen seeing you close so suddenly. “Oh-” his words are cut off by your mouth crashing to his, clutching the sides of his face. Eddie’s arms wrap around the small of your back and when they do you lead him back towards his bed until your calves hit and you stumble onto the mattress.

A soft moan escapes your lips finally feeling his weight on you properly, legs spreading for his hips to settle into. Your pussy throbs at the feeling of the restricted denim of his jeans grinding against you, dampening your panties.

“This is okay?” He whispers against your mouth, hands gently squeezing at your waist.

Whoever gave Eddie a reason to feel this doubtful of himself, you’re going to find them and punch them. “More than okay my fearless dungeon master,” you smirk, trying to appeal to his interests in hopes it will snap him out of whatever mental block he has going on. Whatever will make him come back to the guy who drags your chair just so you can sit next to him with his arm over your shoulder.

It seems to have more of an effect on Eddie than you expected. He lets out a strangled noise, “you say that again and this is gonna be over before it starts.” Eddie leans in to kiss you again, but pulls back, pointing a finger in your face, “don’t say it again. I’m not done with you yet. And I will not be held responsible for what happens if you do.”

You bite your lip, very badly wanting to say it again just to see the full extent of what he means. But you behave, zipping your lip, earning you a smile.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and you shiver under his praise. Eddie presses his lips to yours hard, bruisingly claiming your mouth as his own. Trailing his kisses down your jaw, you moan when Eddie nips at your neck just this side of leaving a mark. You really hope he does. You have enough makeup at home to hide it if it’s too bad, but honestly you’re far from caring.

Wanting everyone to know that Eddie was the one who took care of you. Was willing enough to mark you as his for everyone to see. His hands squeeze at your breasts, palming the plump flesh beneath your thin shirt. Curling his fingers in the hem, he looks up at you with pleading eyes and you nod, gripping his shoulders to make sure this is real. That this is actually happening and you didn’t just fall asleep on the couch. But Eddie’s more than real, lifting our shirt up, exposing your bare chest because you didn’t care for a bra today.

His warm, wet mouth engulfs one of your nipples and you keen, back arching into the contact in desperate need for more as your panties begin to soak. Your pussy aching for anything he’s willing to give you. A breathy, “Eddie,” moans past your lips as he offers your other boob the same treatment. It’s hot all over and he’s done practically nothing. But you need, “more.”

Eddie chuckles against your skin, continuing his trail of kisses towards the waistband of your skirt. “Whatever you want, angel,” he pulls at the fabric with his teeth, dark eyes locking onto your face. Another assurance.

“Please,” you whisper, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

Finding the side zipper, Eddie pulls it down, your skirt after. His breath hitches in his throat at the black lace of your now soaked underwear. Anticipation heaving your chest, only worsening when he places kisses and bites on your thighs. You lift your hips, a clear sign for him to keep going. A devilish smile flickers before his fingers tentatively curl in your panties, pulling them down and off your ankles. Discarding them who cares where. He could keep the damn things for all you care.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he muses in adoration, one finger tracing from your clit down through your slick folds. “This all for me, angel?” Eddie asks, curling his finger to gather your juices, bringing the glistening digit to his lips. You nod, not trusting your voice as just a soft whine pushes through. He sucks the finger into his mouth, letting it go with a loud pop, “mmm, delicious,” he groans, “can I?” Eddie leans towards your dripping cunt, grin curling at the edge of his mouth.

“Fuck, Eds, please.”

He licks a long stripe up your folds and you damn near convulse at the heat, letting out a loud moan when he does it again. Over and over. Slowly, teasingly licking your cunt as if he could savor the taste that way. Eddie’s tongue dips inside and you’re done for. Fingers curling in his hair making him groan and his control snap. Finally eating you out like you need, like you crave. Making the coil of your orgasm wind tightly inside you.

Not once has anyone made you come from their mouth alone and Eddie has you ready to explode. His nose brushes against your clit while he licks and sucks your folds until you’re sure you’re going to scream. And you do. Your orgasm slamming into you and you cry out, Eddie moaning- he fucking moans- as you gush on his face. Lapping every ounce of your juices.

Placing a kiss on your throbbing pussy, Eddie lets you come back down from the high, your toes tingling with the aftershocks. He rubs your shaking thighs, “okay, angel?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammer out, not having caught your breath just yet.

“Do you want more?” Eddie’s grin turns mischievous. “Or have you had enough? I don’t have any condoms, but I will absolutely get some if you want to do this again.”

“Again, yes, please,” you babble, never wanting to stop being with Eddie. Wanting to reassure him that you’re serious. But Jesus Christ, this man has fried your brain cells with one simple orgasm. “Do whatever you want, Eds. Whenever you want. I’m yours. Just please, touch me, please.”

Eddie smiles in earnest, sucking a mark on your thigh to hide it. He brings his fingers to your mouth, “get them wet, angel,” he coos. You suck his fingers into your mouth, the cold metal of his rings warming from the heat and you moan. Satisfied with their slickness, Eddie pulls them out, rubbing them around your folds before pushing inside knuckle deep.

You cry out, suddenly being full, surprised that his rings don’t hurt or even sting. If anything, it just adds to your pleasure. Thrusting his fingers, they curl, hitting the bundle of nerves that makes your eyes roll back and a throaty moan escape your lips. "That's it," arousal in his tone, "sing for me, angel." Eddie’s mouth claims your clit, licking and sucking until you’re sure you’re going to black out.

Another orgasm crashes into you, wave after wave washing over you and Eddie works you through it. Slowing the thrusts of his fingers and gentling his tongue before eventually ceasing and pulling his fingers out. Wiping his mouth, Eddie sucks his fingers clean, grinning as he does. He lays down beside you, flopping on his back, putting his hard cock still trapped in his jeans on display.

“What about you?” You pout, not wanting him to go without. Not after what he just did for you.

Eddie chuckles, pulling you to his chest, “give me like twenty minutes and I’ll be sober enough to drive and get condoms. If you’re cool with that.”

“Yes, please! Do that,” you nod wildly, relishing in the laugh that vibrates beside your head.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4 #Match Writes

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Chase x m!reader fic where they’ve been trying to get alone time all day and when they finally do and start making out they get caught by Bree

Alone Time

Chase Davenport X Male Reader

Ability: Force Field (The Bionic Ability to create and manipulate force fields)

“Don’t be a pusy, get back up and fight him,” I yell at a whimpering dark haired boy. In front of him stood one of my top students, Jason, a powerful pyrotechnic who I might have turned into a killing machine. “Please I…” The boy was cut off by the sound of Jason roaring, a flame erupting from his mouth.

I sighed and flung my arms out ahead of me, a blue glow spreading through my veins and projecting out in front of the scared boy, blocking the fire from harming him. “W-what he could have killed me, you can’t do that!” He yelled while picking himself up from the cold concrete floor. “Ahh correction I can do that, I’m the teacher here. And no you were not going to die, I wouldn’t have allowed it. Yet…” I mumbled the last part sarcastically before turning to Jason. “Good job, but next time take it easy on the scariness,” He mumbled something in an annoyed tone before walking away. “Just practice ok, you’ll get there eventually.”

The boy nodded and opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off, “Sorry got to go, talk later ok.” He simply stood there as I ran toward Chase, my boyfriend who also happened to be training annoying and immature bionic kids all day. “Chase, Oh my god I’ve missed you so dam much.” He giggled as he pulled me in for a kiss. “I’ve missed you to. Had a whole new team to train, drained the life out of me,” I smiled and looked around the empty room. “Looks like no one’s here, how about we…”

“SLAM!” I looked over toward the door where Mr. Davenport stood, “Hey you two, I’m not interrupting anything important right?” We both sigh before sadly saying “No”.

“Great, I have some paperwork to fill out. I was gonna ask Chase to help but your here too so why not. I need all the help I can get so let’s get started,” I looked up from the table I sat at as a giant pile of yellow folders and loose papers came crashing down in front of me. “Dammit,” I muttered under my breath before grabbing a small pile and beginning to fill it out.

As the day grew longer we both longed for each other more. And any chance we got we would be pulled away by someone else.

Currently me and all the other trainers where sitting around a huge table listening to some boring lecture Mr.Davenport was droning on about. No one was really paying attention except Chase, who was scribbling notes on his little planner. I looked around the room bored out of my mind, except for the occasional times Adam would make a funny face or add a stupid comment that made us all laugh.

I turned toward Chase and rubbed my leg against his. His head shot up and he mouthed “What?” I looked him up and down while licking my lips before turning back around to face the board Mr. Davenport was pointing at. I smiled as I heard Chase shift in his seat uncomfortably. Was I evil I’m for teasing my boyfriend in the middle of a meeting, yes, I was but I did not care. I did know that he was definitely gonna see me after this thing though.

The meeting ended after about 10 minutes, it was supposed to go longer but there was a bionic meeting emergency with two kids getting injured in a bad fight. But I mean hey, at least we are finally gonna get some alone time. Chase stood by my side like a shadow as everyone left the conference room, I felt his eyes burning into my skull as he adjusted his tie. I finally turned toward him and slowly walked closer. “I see you got a little exited during the meeting,” I say in a seductive tone as I pulled his tie down toward me, drawing his lips closer.

“Maybe I was, but who’s fault was that,” He mumbled before pulling me by my waist into a passionate kiss. I moaned into it as he lifted me on to the table, I wrapped my legs around his waist as my hands wondered his muscular chest. I unbuttoned the first button on his shirt before, the doors to the room swung open, I quickly pushed Chase off me. My eyes widening as I realized it was Bree. “Wow! My brother couldn’t keep it I his pants for just a while longer could he?” Bree muttered before running away with her speed, probably on her way to tell Adam. “Screw it! I haven’t seen you all day come here!” Chase demanded causing my smile to return.

#chase davenport #x male reader #lgbtq #gay #lab rats

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delicate-luv · 8 months

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Two Become One ~ Chapter Four

Summary: you meet Steve and decide to spend the night and Eddie’s house once again…will your actions finally catch up to you?

CW: 18+, MDNI, vomiting, nausea, mention of pregnancy, mention of death, mention of parent death, distant parents, cancer, abusive parents

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This one is a bit shorter but next chapter will be worth it! :)———————————————————————

You arrived at Steve's house and he answered the door shortly after Eddie knocked twice. All the lights were out. He had one other person there with him who was a few years younger and said his name was Dustin.

"Eddie! How you doing bud?"

"Doing great. This is my uh- this is y/n." Eddie gestured towards you

"Pleasure to meet you. I see Eddie looks happy, so that's good." He opened the door wider, giving you a warm smile. “This is my other friend, Dustin. He annoys the hell out of me sometimes."

You shook his hand. "Nice to meet you. Eddie's told me all about you Steve. Says you are the 'unofficial official babysitter'?"

"He would be correct. Everyone just dumps their kids on me but I don't mind."

You let out a yawn that you failed to hide, which got a reaction from Eddie. "She's tired, can I have Otis so we can go home and go to sleep?"

"Yes. He's out like a light, so hopefully you can get the little guy home before he wakes up."

"Will do."

Steve left the door open for a minute, before walking back with the 2 year old in his arms. He swiftly handed him over to Eddie, without waking him.

Eddie quickly put him in his car seat in the back of the truck.

"Thanks again Steve. I owe you one."

Steve crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "Actually, you owe me a lot. Remember what happened a few weeks ago?"

"Yes, I do." He avoided any further discussion and turned to you in a sudden rush. "C'mon, let's get you home."

You all got into the truck and started towards Eddie's home.

You whispered. “what did Steve mean by a few weeks ago? What happened?"

Eddie rubbed his face and quietly groaned. "ughhh. That's when I was with you. I was supposed to pick Otis up from Steve's house after the gig. Instead, I got black out drunk and slept with you instead."

"I'm sorry." You slouched in the car seat.

"It's not your fault. You're not the one who got black out drunk and picked your son up at 10 a.m. when you we're supposed to pick him up at 1 a.m." He could tell you felt guilty about the entire situation, so he quickly changed the subject. "let's just worry about getting some sleep."

You eventually got back to Eddie's home. He snuck Otis into a room adjacent to his and tucked him into a small bed. He all did it without waking him. It was like magic.

Last time you were here, the door must have been shut-hence why you didn't see any evidence of a kid except for the sonogram picture.

As you laid down in his bed, Eddie noticed you were particularly quiet.

“What’re you thinking about?”

You sighed. “If I’m being honest, I miss my mom.” You finally admitted, a little bit shocked at yourself. “I never said that out loud before.”

He turned to you, fully ready to listen. His eyes shined with empathy for you.

“Ever since my dad died, she-” you stared into your lap. “She’s just been distant. I feel like I’m grieving not only one, but two parents right now. Who knows if she even had a funeral for my dad. God, he was such a good person, he really deserved the best memorial, too. She’s always been manipulative, projecting and isolating when she doesn’t want to face reality.”

He grabbed your hand and rubbed it lovingly. “I know how you’re feeling, and I’m so sorry. My mom died of cancer when I was 8. My dad was very abusive, but his abuse only became worse once she left us. Sometimes death just does that to a person. It’s sad, I know. But I just think about Otis and- and how he needs at least one of his parents to show up for him, even if he’s too young to even notice his mom is dead in the first place.”

“Eddie, I’m so sorry.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Let’s be each others rock from now on? You can trust me with anything.”

“Don’t apologize.” He whispered to you. “But I uh- I fell into drugs, my dad caught me with them, forced me to shave my head. I tried to run away. He was caught with the possession of my drugs, they found me with a shaved head and a black eye, and took him in for questioning. He’s been locked up ever since and I’ve been living with my uncle for the rest of my childhood. I’m happy he’s gone forever, but I did live with that guilt for a while. They were my drugs after all.”

“Don’t feel guilty. He got exactly what was coming to him. He was abusive, he needed to be taken away one way or another.” You took a deep breath, and Eddie helped you wiped your tears. “It sounds like we’ve both had pretty bad childhoods, yeah?”

“You’re right about that.” He brought you into a warm embrace. “It’ll be alright.”

This was a completely new side of him you were seeing tonight, and you were beginning to really like it.

The next morning, you woke with a pounding headache and awful nausea. Your hangover was terrible.

except for that fact that you had nothing to drink the night before.

You felt it all coming up, so you made a mad dash over to the bathroom, trying not to wake Eddie.

You started to throw up in the toilet. Eddie obviously heard, as he came running over. He tied your hair up and started rubbing the small of your back.

"You okay?" He sounded panicked.

"I don't know where this is coming from?!" You stammered. "I feel hungover. But I didn't drink anything last night."

A few moments went by in silence. Your heart was racing and your hands were shaky. You hated vomiting, so you usually didn’t do things that would provoke it on purpose. You were consumed by all the possibilities that could have happened. Eddie eyes went wide before he grabbed a towel to wiped your mouth off with. "You think you could be-"

You didn't even wait for him to finish his sentence. "I think so." You began to wipe your mouth. “Didn’t we use protection though?”

“‘M not sure. We were both black out drunk, remember?”

The two of you just stared in silence at each other. Neither of you knew what to say. Eddie got up to get you a water bottle. He helped you up and walked you back into his bedroom. You laid down on his bed while he got you another cold towel to put on your forehead. "Maybe it's food poisoning? Or possibly there's a bug going around?" You groaned, the nausea still not going away.

"There's only one way to find out. And we need to be sure." He declared as he placed the wet towel on your forehead. "Listen, I'll go to the store. You stay here, just check on Otis from time to time, please." He threw on a pair of jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. "if you throw up again, let me know." He insisted before he grabbed his keys and left.

You laid there, rethinking your decisions. You regretted most of them. However, If you really were pregnant, that would be the one thing you could not bring herself to regret. Eddie was already an amazing single father to Otis. Maybe things really could work out between the two of you. Maybe you could really be a happy little family. You had a little bit of hope.

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was-theoretically-theo · 4 months

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Twenty questions that he has to answer.

How is your sleep schedule like? Don't mess with Theodore's. I annoyed him for a year about it and finally he got it right. Tho I am sure he got it right because of someone else. (Aka you) 😏

What are your friends like? Explain in brief. Treat this like a three marks question.

What is your ideal way to spend weekends? Will you take Theodore to museums or not? Will you stay in and cancel your plans if Theodore doesn't feel like going? Without blaming him?

Do you know your love language? Do you know how to convey it? (You don't have to tell me what it is just say yes or no)

What's your favourite thing about dating my best friend? Treat this like a three marks question too.

What are some things you and him have in common?

Will you give all your chocolates to him if he asks?

What's your favourite movie?

Favourite way to relax?

Will you say sorry after an argument even if it wasn't exactly your fault? I believe that saying sorry doesn't mean that you are wrong it just means that you care enough to keep your ego aside and take accountability.

Do you like Spiderman/Percy Jackson? (Very important question)

Hobbies?

Any new hobbies you want to pick up?

Will you read a book just because it is Theodore's favourite?

Favourite poet, if any?

Will you get Theodore roses?

Will you help/ask whether you can help Theodore with his chores without him having to ask you?

Extroverted or introverted?

Most played song on your playlist?

If you could master any instrument than which one?

That's it. I guess. Hope you have a wonderful day, take care of yourself and him. Also, nice to meet you, I am Eleanor. Theodore is my best friend, I am his casual friend. I am from India. Eleanor is not my real name but that is what you can refer to me, for now. Any queries? Message me. Take care of my best friend for me. Give him hugs from my side. Time to time, lots of hugs. Theodore, give him a handshake from my side. Thank you.

passing the phone to him

Shalom!! Eleanor (can I call you Ellie? Oo or even Elea ~pronounced Ella??~ if not that’s groovy too)

I’m very excited I’ve heard lots about you! All good don’t worry babes)

I try to sleep about seven hours a night but sometimes I sleep 8 but I couldn’t do anything less unless absolutely necessary I physically could not lose a day of beauty rest of it would ruin me

Friends….all pretty diverse actually and there are several different personalities.. I’ll give you my ride or dies so okay we All went to an alternative school not because we had disciplinary problems but because we had different problems that made normal schools challenging. Like I for example have dyslexia and ADD. Anyway my best friends and I sorta bonded over this and I’ve been friends with Elton since grade five and we still keep in touch even now but he decided to go to college and I did not he’s a literal fashion icon and the sweetest smartest cinnamon roll you could meet but if he’s not doing his work you need to get on him because he procrastinates like crazy. So now we only see each other on weekends. Kaleb on the other hand went overseas and we FaceTime every morning except Sundays because of church and she’s really into anime and I can’t tell you much about that stuff except the seven deadly sins is better than demon slayer and bleach is something Kaleb rewatchs every few weeks so you best expect that it’s going to be playing when you visit but my life really doesn’t have interesting drama thank goodness. (No offence starshine👀)

I love to spend my weekends exploring I used to hike a lot but Arc is not a fan of the outdoors though we’ve found he has a knack for gardening and does very good on the family farm he just really doesn’t see the point and I don’t really blame him I suppose it’s not for everyone and I know Arc is more of a moon person. Yes actually we do go to museums and no I wouldn’t ever get mad at him for that we all have our off days

Yes and yes but ours is not the same so it’s good to keep of communication in our relationship so we stay afloat. We really haven’t had any problems though as words of affirmation is something Arc is good at unknowingly because of his poetry addiction and I’ve always been a really touchy person

My favorite thing about dating Arc is his ability to express himself though body language for example we’re at a party I don’t have a ask in front of everyone if he’s tired from all the human interaction he just shows it with expressions or posture..or whatever he chooses to convey but I never have to ask. This can be a problem on the small occasion that I can’t see him because I cannot rely on him to tell me because I usually know.

We’re people pleasers and that’s one of things we sorta bonded over when we first met we feel horrible égéen if the thing wasn’t our problem or responsibility because it made whoever upset. We don’t have very good people skills I’m overbearing and him not enough which has lead a lot of people to sorta stay away unless of course you’re also like us. I’ve found that we both share an appreciation of art mine is more in fashion design and makeup while his is writing and visual sorta stuff

Without hesitation(I’m not a huge fan of chocolate)

Geek charming (I’m not sorry)

Meditation.

Yes because I will feel bad for making him upset though he’s probably right anyway as he’s more logical than me…but one cannot always choose mind over morals so maybe I might be right on the off occasion

Not really l…sorry..but I think wonder woman is cool if that’s the same fandom?

Crocheting, sewing, working out, and I love to sing but I’m not very good at it despite what Arc says but I do want to get into photography

I would if he asked me but I don’t really read them because he likes to tell me about them and I love hearing about them…he also probably wound be very happy at my reading for him because he knows reading is a struggle for me

Oh this is a good one! Probably the Edgar guy I like when Arc recites them especially Anabel Lee

No because he prefers Aster white aster to be exact..

Of course! Most our chores are mutual so we don’t have it set on who does what but if he’s doing something I’d definitely help him finish whatever it is

Extroverted

Teenage dirtbag by weetus I honestly have no Idea how I’m not tied of it yet and a close second is in this shirt by the irrépressibles which I listen to while designing

Definitely guitar it’s just so pretty but Theodore might get me into piano he plays like a dream

I do Hope your next three days go spectacularly well and this was really fun I definitely might consider this app or the website at the very least thank you.

#𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 #𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬!✨

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crazyk-imagine · 8 months

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Being Steve's Childhood Friend Headcanon

A/N: This was just something fun to write and I could not get it out of my head

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- You've known Steve for too damn long, or at least that's what you tell Danny when you first meet him

- Danny is interested in you, everyone can tell

- You don’t want to admit it but you also find yourself drawn to him

- Also, admitting it would make it real (and you don’t want to lose the bet)

- You’ve got big bucks coming your way if Danny asks you out first (which you’re of course thinking of putting towards your future date or a new tie. He seems like he’d like another)

- You try to be a people person but that doesn’t mean they always like you

- Speaking of, when you met his kids, they loved you and thought you were super cool like their aunt Kono (only cooler, to which she agrees on)

- Grace loves you (she tells you all the time, trying to help her dad out)

- So does Charlie (when he's born)

- They really like you because you protect their dad and make sure he comes home in one piece and same with uncle Steve

- Danny didn’t know but during one of your cases, the bad guy was aiming for him and would have gotten to him had you not been there to pull out some moves

- Grace only knew when you tried to hide your injury later while everyone was celebrating at Steve’s

“Are you okay? Do I need to have uncle Steve call an-”

You shake your head, “Nope. I got it.”

She shakes her head, “I don’t think you do. You’re bleeding.”

You glance at your stomach, “maybe I need medical attention.”

She nods and runs into the kitchen, looking for her dad.

“Wait- Grace, no.”

Her, Danny, and Steve run into the living room of Steve’s home and the detective catches you before you could fall face first onto the floor

That was the day when Danny started to look at you in a different light and started to pursue you

To which, your longest and childhood friend did not like… at all

“You’re not dating him.”

You roll your eyes. “I can date whoever I want.”

“Anyone but Danny.”

“Wouldn’t you rather I date someone who isn’t like every other guy I dated?”

Steve furrows his brows. “What- what about that one guy you dated back in high school?”

You shrug, “dead.”

He stares at you as if you’ve lost your mind, “I’m sorry? He’s dead?”

You wave him off, “Danny’s the better choice.”

“No.”

You spin around, keeping one hand on the door. “I’m going out with him and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Steve doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you’re dating his best friend but when he sees how you two are

He stops making nit picking comments to joking about your guys future

You two laugh along with him before you shut him down with a sarcastic remark

And of course, Danny adds onto it

Another reason why Steve didn’t want you two to get together… the sarcasm is too much

Working together has its pros and cons

You and Danny didn’t realize how much it would affect you two until a bad case came up after you started dating

It was worse than the time when you quite literally took one for him

You were being held hostage with Kono and Jerry (who kept annoying the head honcho with his questions)

It was a few hours until they found you three

It wasn’t until Danny punched the day lights out of one the bad guys till he saw your face again

He’s never told you but he nearly collapsed at the sight of you looking all banged up, clearly taking the worst of it

About two months had passed by before he decides to pull back from you, feeling it was his fault you got hurt in the first place

Steve became more protective and kept a closer eye on you (Chin doing the same with Kono)

No one needed to worry about Jerry because he kept showing up

You knew what the detective was doing, you’ve done the same thing

Another reason why it took you so long to come back home

You can’t take it anymore and confront him

You close the door to his office and sit down at the chair across from him.

He raises a brow, “hello to you too.”

“Cut the bull, you think it’s your fault, don’t you?”

“Can we rewind to when you gave me a little background information?”

You push yourself in the seat, resting your elbows on your knees as your butt rests at the edge of the seat, “no because you know exactly what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“I miss you.”

“I’m here.”

“You’re not,” your fingers run through your, usually, neat hair; messing it up. “We haven’t been the same since the case and don’t pretend like-”

He nods, “you’re right. That’s on me. I mean,” he sighs, suddenly feeling uncomfortable talking about his feelings. “It was because I was scared before but then I realized what I was doing and it felt like it was too late to change something and now, we’re here.”

“Can we at least make an effort for some kind of familiarity? I mean, its been months since we actually talked for more than three minutes.”

“How about we ditch our favorite person and go out?”

“Please tell me were not going on a break to Komokona’s shrimp truck.”

He smiles and fixes your hair before pecking your lips. “No, I’m taking you somewhere nice. Somewhere a beautiful and amazing person like yourself deserves.”

You gasp and accept his help. “You mean your bed?!”

A faux chuckle escapes him, “very funny.”

“I try.”

Steve was speechless when you two quiet literally said you’re ditching and wouldn’t be back for a bit

You two enjoyed yourselves

You managed to hold off responding to your friends many, many messages which annoyed the both of you

After that it was good, you two had never been closer or had better relationships than now

Danny still doesn’t know how he got you to agree to go out with him but he’s happy and you make him feel like the luckiest guy ever

You feel the same and consider yourself lucky to be apart of Williams family and your work family

You’re happy you decided to come back and stay where you grew up

Steve still can’t handle when you two gang up on him for anything and everything

The sarcasm is off the charts

#hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 fanfic #hawaii five 0 fanfiction #hawaii five 0 headcanon #danny williams #danny williams x reader #danny williams fanfiction #danny williams fanfic #danny williams x you #crazyk-imagine

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ridiasfangirlings · 3 months

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Hey so I was the one who gave this ask but erm I actually meant Non-binary Yata & Asexual Yata, like yata not having a gender and not liking sex when I said 'Sarumi AU' I didn't mean Non-binary Fushimi, I just said Sarumi au because I know you also get Misaru asks and I'm not a huge fan of that dynamic so I put Sarumi AU, but never meant it as Non-binary Fushimi & Asexual Yata. (I'm hoping this didn't sound rude or anything)

Aaaaahhh sorry anon, that one was my fault ;; I have no idea how but my brain thought that ask read ‘non-binary Fushimi and asexual Yata’ and I don’t know why, I had to go double check after I got this one and was like ‘how did I even miss that?’. So! Since this one was my fault I’m gonna answer this one out of order so you still get your place in the queue properly. Non-binary Yata is interesting, I feel like Yata is a fun character to explore with different identities because canon indicates he’s not really good with computers or online a lot and I think especially as a kid he would have less exposure to different identities so I see him struggling a lot with a thing he knows but can’t vocalize (also again, just using ‘he’ for convenience sake. I could see Yata going for more of a ‘he/them’ pronouns, though on that end it’s much easier to use non-gendered language in Japanese so he might not even really need to ‘pick’ a pronoun, everyone just uses neutral language for him). In this case I could see that actually being part of why he has all these masculinity issues, because he’s increasingly aware that he doesn’t really feel like a guy and he’s desperately trying to hide it, overcompensating by trying his hardest to be aggressively manly so no one thinks he’s weird. I could see his only exposure to trans people being like unfortunate comedic stereotypes on TV so any idea that he could be a girl also doesn’t work for him (and then at the same time even without those stereotypes he doesn’t feel like a girl either, he just thinks that if he’s not a guy then girl is the only option and he rebels aggressively against the idea).

It’s in meeting Fushimi that Yata really starts to realize who he is, imagine Fushimi not only being supportive of Yata but also the one who kinda realizes what’s going on. Fushimi can be perceptive when he wants to be (and especially in situations where he himself isn’t directly involved) so I could see some time shortly after they’ve become friends when Yata’s putting on a show of masculinity and Fushimi clicks his tongue and calls Yata annoying. Yata’s a little hurt by that and Fushimi says it’s annoying, when Yata keeps putting on this fake show that Yata himself doesn’t even believe, how bothersome. Yata realizes that Fushimi’s seen through the whole thing and imagine him kindly nervously admitting it, that he doesn’t feel like a man. He quickly adds that he’s not a girl though and Fushimi scoffs: ‘why do you have to choose one or the other? Idiot.’ Up until this moment Yata’s never even thought about that, that he doesn’t have to make a binary choice, and this is really one of the big moments where I could see him just falling for Fushimi all over again because Saruhiko is that amazing, finding the answer to the question Yata’s been struggling with for most of his life.

So then post-ROK Yata has a whole new crisis with realizing that it’s not just that he’s a virgin, or nervous about sex, it’s that he’s simply…not interested in it. I could see this bringing back his old worries from before he realized that he was non-binary, like maybe this is another thing that’s weird or wrong about him and he doesn’t like this because he thought he was finally comfortable with himself. Imagine he tries to force himself to ignore these feelings though, because he does love Saruhiko and he doesn’t want Fushimi to think Yata isn’t attracted to him or anything. But then when things start getting hot and heavy Fushimi suddenly pulls away from Yata with a tongue click. Yata asks what’s wrong and Fushimi coldly says if Yata was going to fake it he should just say so. Yata tries to argue but Fushimi’s already getting dressed and leaving.

Afterward Yata’s really upset, feeling like this is his fault for being weird (and also aware that Fushimi absolutely thinks that Yata’s issues were because there’s something about him, not that Yata doesn’t care for sex in general). This would probably turn into one of those ‘Kusanagi/Homra alphabet teach Yata what asexuality is’ moments, and Yata is again amazed because there are all these things about himself that other people have felt too and it’s kinda cool, realizing that there’s a word for what you feel. I also think it would help him a lot to learn that asexual people can still have and even enjoy sex, it’s just that it’s not something he actively desires. I like the idea that someone tips Fushimi off about this conversation too so when Yata gets back to his apartment later Fushimi is there being all awkward and trying to avoid apologizing but looking like he wants to. Yata feels this rush of relief that Saruhiko still came back after all and they get to sit and have this talk, imagine Fushimi being like didn’t I already have this with you when we were in middle school. Yata’s like yeah but that one was different, smiling as he says even if he isn’t interested in sex himself that doesn’t mean he hates it or anything, maybe just take it slow, and that Fushimi’s gonna need to learn to be honest if that’s what he wants from Yata because Yata doesn’t want Fushimi to think that Yata doesn’t care just because Yata’s way of expressing love is different.

#sarumi #Talking K #sorry sorry I have no idea how my brain misread that ;;#since this was my fault and not the ask wording being vague I'm answering it now #anyway non-binary Yata is interesting in the context of his masculinity issues #like very much overcompensating I think #also I think asexual Yata in a Sarumi relationship is intriguing bc I always read Fushimi as demisexual

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emmerrr · 1 year

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snow way

[this fic is also on ao3]

Ronan wasn’t usually one for answering unknown numbers. In fairness he rarely answered numbers he did know, unless it was Adam, or if the number of missed calls exceeded fifteen or so.

This call, however, he answered the second time it tried him. Nuisance callers didn’t usually try twice in quick succession, and besides, Ronan had a bad feeling. He couldn’t explain why.

“Hello?”

“Ronan,” said Adam, surprise colouring his voice. “You answered.”

Dread settled in Ronan’s stomach. “You better be calling from a fucking airplane.”

“My flight was cancelled.”

Well, at least Adam ripped the bandaid off all at once. Ronan’s grip on his phone tightened. “Why?”

“There’s a blizzard, Ronan, don’t you watch the news?”

“Is that a serious question, Parrish?”

Adam sighed. Ronan missed that sigh. He was supposed to be hearing that sigh in person in just a few hours. “I’m completely stuck. There’s nothing leaving JFK anytime today, maybe not even tomorrow. And I have no signal on my cell plus my battery’s about to die, so I’m having to use a payphone – did you know they still have payphones?”

Ronan did not know that they still had payphones, but it was also clear to him that Adam was trying to distract Ronan from the matter at hand, and whilst he loved him for it, it didn’t make the news any easier to take. It was incredible how quickly misery could descend on a person. In a small voice that Ronan knew sounded nothing like his, he said, “But it’s Christmas Eve.”

“I know, Ronan, I’m sorry.”

Ronan hated it when Adam apologised for things that weren’t his fault. “It’s fine, Parrish, just…just get here when you can, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“This fucking sucks,” he said, because it needed to be said.

“Agreed. Ah, shit, I gotta go, there’s a line of people behind me. Look, maybe go to Declan’s for Christmas? You know he’ll be happy to have you.”

Ronan knew that he’d be welcome at Declan’s because he was always welcome at Declan’s; how happy his older brother would be about it was a different matter entirely. “Maybe,” he said, which was as good as a no.

Adam neatly interpreted it. “It’d be better than being on your own.”

“I’d just depress everyone by being a miserable bastard.”

“Every household needs a miserable bastard at Christmas,” Adam joked, but he said it in a gentle way that made Ronan’s heart ache with missing him.

“I’ll think about it.” It was the best he could offer.

“Alright. I really am going now.”

“Try and call, if you get a chance. I’ll answer if it’s you.”

“You always do,” Adam said. “Merry Christmas, Ronan.”

The line clicked dead. Ronan sighed. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

As promised, Ronan did think about going to Declan’s for about five seconds until he decided that if he couldn’t see Adam then he didn’t want to see anyone at all. He was aware he was being dramatic about it, but he also didn’t care.

Of course, none of this stopped Declan from calling later that afternoon as Ronan sat on the floor in the living room in front of the fireplace, feeling mightily sorry for himself.

“It’s come to my attention that you’re alone for the holidays.”

Ronan tossed a log onto the fire. “Did Parrish call you?”

“Of course not, I saw it on the news. It said all the flights were cancelled.”

“Since when does everybody watch the fucking news,” Ronan grumbled.

Declan ignored this. “Just come here instead. Then on the 26th you can pick Adam up from the airport if he manages to get a flight.”

“Nah, I’ll pick him up from here, I was going to do that today anyway.”

“Well, what are you going to do between now and then?”

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to fill the hours, Deklo.”

“Yes, that’s what worries me.”

Ronan couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed at being patronised. “I’m not gonna do anything, I’ll just fuckin’...I dunno, sleep or something. I’ll be fine, I just wanna be on my own.”

There was a brief silence. “Matthew would like it, if you came.”

This usually would be a surefire way to get Ronan straight into a car and on his way, but not today. Trying to put on a happy face for Matthew sounded exhausting.

“I’ll come in a few days, when Parrish is here. Matthew would like that better. The more the merrier, right?”

“If you’re sure,” Declan said. “You know where we are if you change your mind.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“It’s just a couple of days, Ronan. He’ll be here before you know it.”

“Yes, but he’s not fucking here now, is he,” Ronan snapped before he could stop himself, then immediately felt bad because he knew Declan was actually just trying to be nice. “I’ll call you guys tomorrow. Go have some eggnog or some shit.”

“I hate eggnog.”

“That’s the spirit,” Ronan said, and hung up.

He woke up on Christmas morning freezing cold and with a crick in his neck. He was still on the floor in front of the fire which had long since burned out, and Chainsaw was busy trying to drag his blanket away to add to her hoard under the armchair.

He let her take it and sat up, stretching. He’d fallen asleep watching Netflix, but the TV must have long since switched off on its own. Ronan looked over at the Christmas tree in the corner, the shoddily wrapped gift for Adam underneath seeming to mock him.

He reached for his phone, but there was still nothing from Adam, no messages, no calls from unknown numbers. Ronan tried to call him but couldn’t get through. He knew that Adam had said he had no signal and his phone was about to die, but still, he’d feel better if he could hear his voice.

(He’d feel better if Adam was here, with Ronan where he belonged, not stuck in an airport in a blizzard on Christmas Day.)

Breakfast was the first thing on his to-do list, so Ronan made his way to the kitchen. He stopped in front of the window, noticing that it was steadily snowing, a fine layer already covering the ground. It would have made him smile under any other circumstances, but today it represented the reason he was currently Adam-less.

He scowled and was about to close the shutters so he didn’t have to see, when something moving outside caught his eye.

Someone was walking up the driveway towards the house, a large duffel over his shoulder and wearing a coat that was nowhere near appropriate for the weather.

It was, unbelievably, Adam.

Ronan was out the door before he even knew he was moving.

“Adam! Parrish!” he yelled. “Adam!”

Adam broke into a run as soon as he saw Ronan, and they collided; Adam in Ronan’s arms again at last, solid and real and fucking freezing.

“Come on, let’s get inside, quick.”

“Ronan, you’ve got no shoes on!”

“I know!” He grabbed Adam’s duffel and then his hand, towing them both swiftly back indoors.

After building a new fire up in the living room and dumping Adam in front of it along with all of the blankets retrieved from Chainsaw’s hoard, Ronan made them each a coffee and then sat down, Adam’s legs draped over his.

“You managed to get a flight out then?” he guessed.

Adam shook his head. “Nope, There’s still nothing until tomorrow, as far as I know.” He had both hands cupped around his mug, his cheeks and the tip of his nose still looking a little pink from the cold, but above everything else he just looked so relieved to be home.

“Then how did you get here?”

“Some guy overheard me talking to airport staff trying to see if there was any way to get here, and said that he’d just hired the last car available and was heading this way so could give me a ride most of the way. Then I got a bus, then a cab, then I walked.”

Ronan took a second to let that sink in. “You accepted a ride from a stranger?”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah. I was desperate.”

“...Why?”

Adam shrugged again, and looked down at his coffee. “You just sounded so sad, I couldn’t bear it.”

Ronan decided to bypass the ridiculousness and rashness of Adam’s actions and head straight to the love and relief. He put his drink down, took Adam’s from him and put that down too, then bundled Adam into his arms. “I love you. Thank you. Please don’t do that again.”

Adam buried his face in Ronan’s neck. “No promises,” he said. He lifted his head and kissed Ronan lightly on the mouth. “Merry Christmas?”

Ronan grinned. “It is now.”

A little after midday, Declan and Matthew arrived at the Barns, arms laden with food and gifts.

“What are you guys doing here?” Ronan asked.

Declan stared stonily at Ronan, then at Adam, who smiled and waved.

“We’re here because someone,” he said, nodding his head in a delighted Matthew’s direction, “thought you’d be sad and lonely because Adam wasn’t here. But I see you’ve had a Christmas miracle.”

Because he was feeling charitable, Ronan got up and gave his surprised brother a hug. “I hope you brought turkey. I’m fucking starving.”

Outside, the snow continued to fall.

#the raven cycle #pynch #trc fic #trc

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watching-sam-and-dean-again · 6 months

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So, this little ditty has been floating around in my Twitter orbit, and people’s replies are pretty much what would be expected from something like this in the SPN "Family". Before I get into some of the trends I saw, I want to note a few points I saw made along the way. One person said that Ruby should have just been one character on the last row, and Meg should be included, and I agree. I also saw someone point out that Sam and Dean shouldn’t even be on the list. I agree with that statement, too, because the show is about them, so we technically shouldn’t be able to remove either. Finally, I think there could easily be about two more rows of characters on this list to consider from, but it is what it is.

(Souce)

Anyway, let’s get back to what I found in the replies and quotes. You have a good number of people with what I consider to be pretty reasonable selections. For example, pretty much everyone gets rid of Samuel, Gordon, and Kevin. I pretty much agree with these. Kevin is fine but compared to Death (iconic), Rowena (very popular), and Sam Fucking Winchester the poor guy just can’t compete. Gordon is a murdery jerk, and Samuel is a bag of dicks. Then we have our legions removing John because, well, he gets hate from almost every side, so while I don’t agree with removing him, personally, I’m not surprised either. Many many people remove Mary, which again, is understandable for me. There is a fair amount of Castiel removal (more of my thoughts on that later). Finally, out of the more reasonable responses, a lot of people remove Ruby 2, which I have mixed feelings about.

Then we get into the ridiculous takes. More people than a show about brothers, that couldn’t even exist without Sam, chose Sam. I’m sorry but, eat shit. There ain’t no Dean if ain’t no Sam, and there ain’t no show if there ain’t no Sam. Take your AA ass or shipping delusions and go. Next, we have the people who crossed out literally everyone except for Dean (excuse me while I roll my eyes), everyone in the Winchester family except for Dean, everyone except "Dean's boyfriends" (excuse me while i roll my eyes so hard I get a migraine), and everyone but Dean and Castiel (you guys can see my response above. It starts with an "E" and ends with a "shit"). This is a bad take because besides the fact that you can’t have the show at all without Sam, you also need the Winchester family as a whole if you’re going to have Dean because so much of his character is informed by them. Finally, we have the people who crossed out everyone except for Sam. Honestly, I think this was done more in response to the hellers and AAs, but, come on guys, the show wouldn’t work with just Sam either. And as much as I love him, he isn’t the only good or necessary character.

Anyway, this got me overthinking thinking about my own responses, and I realized that it wasn’t that easy for me to pick. I ended up having to think of this "assignment" from a few angles: who is least necessary to the story, who overstays their welcome the longest, and who just annoys me? Now, it wasn’t always clear which criteria the people who answered on Twitter were using, but most seemed to be looking at it from one of these angles.

So, I’m going to put my responses from each of these angles under the cut, as well as some of my reasoning (because I’m me and I can’t just do the activity WITHOUT some kind of commentary on it … sorry). So, if you’re interested, please do see my thoughts below. If you’re not interested, but want to do this for yourself, feel free to use the image I posted above, but just include the source if you post it.

First, while I really enjoy Benny, I had to remove him in this case because I don’t think he fundamentally changes Dean or Sam. He come between them, yes, but it’s not even his fault that he does, rather it’s because of Sam and Dean's own issues. Purgatory effects Dean more than Benny. Second, I already said Samuel is a bag of dicks, and I’ll stick to that. Mitch seems like a sweetheart, but Grandaddy Winchester sucks. Third, While Bella is a good foil for the boys in Season 3, and the show could have done more with her character, she doesn’t have a lot of impact on the greater scheme of things. Fourth, Kevin does have a place in the plot as a prophet, but the other two play a more significant role in either their impact on the boys or the plot (and I wasn’t crossing off Sam). Finally, I had to chose Gordon, even though I like how he is used in Seasons 2 and 3, Ruby and Crowley have more lasting impact on the boys and the story overall.

A lot of characters are either underutilized on Supernatural, or they stay so long that there isn’t anything left to do with their character but make them worse. My first pick is Mary for this because, while I don’t mind the idea of bringing her back in theory, the execution was … lacking. I don’t think her coming back did a lot for her character. Yes we get to see Dean tell her he loves her and hates her, and we get to see her ignore Sam unless he’s supporting her, and we get to see her put literally everyone before her boys, but … well, you get my point, I think. I chose Samuel because after him being in the story in "In The Beginning", I don’t love how the show used him, and The Campbells story line didn’t amount to much. Third, both Lucifer and Castiel overstayed their welcome in similar ways, for me. Both had a couple of natural end points that the show could have just stuck with: Luficer/Nick in Season 5, Season 7 when Sam stopped hallucinating, and at the end of Season 13; and Cass in Season 7 and at the end of Season 12. Both of their stories could have had stronger finishes if ended more definitively sooner. If I had to pick, I think Nick in Season 14 is the most egregious over staying of an SPN character's welcome. Forth, I chose Rowena not because she stayed too late into the show exactly, but because she has some side story and early story beats that I wasn’t very invested in. Finally, it pains me, but I have to say from this list, that Crowley outstayed his welcome the longest. Or rather, the writers stopped knowing what to do with his character, wasted at least a season on bad side plots with him, then had the character go out on a whimper.

Okay, here’s my last criterion for this simple little twitter activity. First, I’ve seen a lot of people cross of Lisa with relish, but honestly, I think she was a pretty decent person and put up with quite a lot. And it was so real of her to know the score: "As soon as Sam walked back through that door, I knew it was over…" (or something like that). I’ve also seen people say that Dean's "one who got away" should have been Casey, and while I think that’s a fair argument, Cassy pretty much told him to beat it in Season 1. Anyway, I chose Mary here for the reasons described in the last section, and for her generally sulky demeanor and ignoring of Sam. Second, sorry, Samuel, but for reasons already discussed, plus you trying to trade your grandson's lives to a demon, you gotta go. Third, we have Lucifer and Cass once more sharing my ire. If we are talking Season 12 Lucy, or who-gives-a-shit-about-this-storyline Nick, than Mark P has to go. However, if we are talking only late seasons Castiel, he has to go for the crimes of becoming an under-powered angel, letting Sam get killed by mutant vamps and not caring at all, and becoming a generally boring simp. It’s a toss up. Fourth, Kevin, I’m sorry, I’m adding fuel to any fans out there campaigning for "justice for Kevin." I don’t dislike Kevin, I just Like OG Death and later seasons Rowena more. Finally, this might be controversial, but I like most of Gordon's episodes and I like what he reveals about Sam and Dean. The character is a jerk, but I like how he’s used. Also, I picked the original Ruby, even though I think she’s stronger than Gen acting-wise because her characterization of her is so no-nonsense and harsh, that I wouldn’t have bought Sam being manipulated by her in the same way as Gen's Ruby. I can’t see Sam and that version of Ruby hooking up or her working him the in the same way.

Anyway, if you actually read this far, many thanks. I know these kinds of things don’t interest everyone, but there is a little meta commentary mixed in here.

If anyone is interested in participating, I’d love to see who you would eliminate and for what reasons! Are there any characters not pictured who you would remove? Why?

#supernatural #spn meta #anti hellers #anti AAs #Sam hate not welcom #Dean hate not welcome #which character would you remove from each row and why?#what characters would you remove from the show (not Sam or Dean)?#castiel critical

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catwingsathena · 7 months

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5, 19, 21 for the writing meta asks?

Thank you for the ask, friend! You sure do know how to pick these, huh 😂

5. What character you’re writing do you most identify with?

Thinking about the Jailbreak Squad, it’s funny, because Jon, Mike, and Karolina are the three I tend to relate to (and project on) the most, but like… in extremely different ways, because they’re very different people! And yet the things they do have in common are very much places I can relate: smart, stubborn, intense, autistic, nerdy, and incapable of doing anything with less than 110% commitment. There’s… I don’t know how to say it, a directness to them? Almost a purity, though not at all in the moral sense. What I mean is that they are what they are at all times and at full volume. You know they’re not being manipulative when they talk to you, not because they’d have any issue with it on principle, but because they’re just flat-out incapable. Sincere by lack of other options. Which is SUCH a me mood. It’s not that I wouldn’t lie to you, I’m just really bad at it…

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing?

Thistle, you know the answer to this question. You know all of the many answers to this question. However, as per your request, I will expose my faults to the world, because I love you and it will objectively be funny.

My characters breathe to express emotion way too often (this becomes especially annoying when I’m writing about characters who don’t need to breathe) (confession time: I established early on in A World of His Own that Jon still takes deep breaths to calm himself, even though he doesn’t need to, because I knew some would inevitably slip through even if I tried not to have him do that, so I decided to just give myself an excuse). In particular, people take deep breaths, or deep, shaky breaths, or deep, shuddering breaths… you get the picture. Like many writers, I overuse nods and head shakes. People also say or do things slowly a lot. (As you would imagine, people in my fics nod slowly far more often than they should.) I’m much too fond of the words “wry” and “rueful,” which probably says as much about the kinds of characters I gravitate towards as it does about my writing, but still. People “give” expressions or sounds (“she gave a shaky smile”) instead of just doing them. I do, in fact, overuse the phrase “in fact” in that particular construction. There’s more, but that’ll do for now.

As for tropes, plots, characters, et cetera… sorry, disclosing my word choice sins on this webbed site was quite enough oversharing for one night :)

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well in?

I’ve definitely imagined some Jailbreak Squad comics! You could do super fun things with perspective for the Vast people and Helen’s corridors, I bet, and Helen would have a great time interacting with panel boundaries/sound effects/etc. and ambiguously breaking the fourth wall. Jon is also an occasional fourth wall breaker, and you could do some really cool playing around with text boxes for him, I feel like? Incorporating speech into the images in various ways, having an entire panel background that’s just words, that sort of thing. I actually have some little scenes in my head as comics, including but not limited to “may the gods ensure your suffering,” “go to horny jail,” “SoL,” “squeaky,” the carnival not-date, and the Pacific Rim movie night idea we were talking about. I also think Do Not Ignore the Mermaids (for everyone who isn’t Thistle, Harriet and Oliver’s first meeting) could be FANTASTIC as a comic.

Once again, thank you for the asks, my dear! Hope my answers were satisfactory 🙂

#answered asks #my writing #tma au #the jailbreak verse #thethistlegirl

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jjtheresidentbaby · 2 years

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you know how Derek blamed jj for Reid getting kidnapped by the unsub in s2, then Reid blaming jj and getting pissed at her for hiding the fact that Emily was alive in s7?

could you write one where both events made jj feel really guilty and regress? like she gets to a point where she’s anxious around her own team and thinks it’s her fault whenever something is wrong, practically waiting or expecting to be yelled at and blamed. she’s scared to make mistakes or stepping out of line. her confidence isn’t the same as it was. or how even when she’s regressed, she’s nervous around Derek and Reid and no one can understand why. She just keeps her head down, tries to make herself small and shies away quietly.

Jj is the sweetest and she works so hard but people just see her as this mean girl or the “mom” of the team and forget that she’s one of the youngest members and has gone through trauma that doesn’t get addressed much compared to others :/ she deserves to be taken care of too :(

Mess up | Jennifer Jareau x Tara Lewis

a/n.1: I hope you don’t mind me adding Tara in there, I’m thinking this takes place after those two events and Tara seems like the perfect character that Jj could relax around, she’s the one that wasn’t there for Jj’s ‘mistakes’

a/n.2: ANON I LOVE YOU, whoever you are, you are my pride and joy and I love you so fucking much!!! The concept is perfection, I would’ve never thought of this and I’m so happy you’re coming to me to have it written. I hope I did it justice <3 also your note at the end? Absolutely correct. Everyone brushes off Jj’s trauma and focus on Reid’s or Emily, just acting like Jj has to be the perfect mom friend instead of a human that makes mistakes

background: I made this a classification au so it’s easier for everyone to already understand and know about Jj’s regression

warnings: anxiety, crying, self-doubt

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Jj’s pretty sure the team has noticed it, she can’t blame them as she’s not trying to hide it per say, just distance herself. Make sure she’s not getting in the way or messing up like she has before, those times that haunt her and linger over her head.

She finds herself becoming quieter and more secluded to only working by herself or with Tara. She checks in with Hotch as much as she can, trying to ask questions without seeming annoying, giving little input into what the unsub might be doing or what might help the team track them down. Though she’d rather just tell Tara, share her ideas with her, let Tara do the talking.

“I’m so sorry- I’m sorry!” Jj rushes, she was so busy rambling to Lewis about the case that she completely walked into Reid. There’s tears welling in Jj’s eyes at the thought of him yelling at her again, she’d deserve it all the same as she did last time, but it still stings.

“It’s okay Jj, didn’t even knock me off balance.” Spencer brushes off with a smile but Jj shifts closer to Tara, almost looking for protection in the other agent.

“Jj? It’s okay, I’m not mad.” Spencer must pick up on the act as he drops his tone softer, going to put a hand on Jj’s shoulder but she’s all but hiding behind Tara in attempts of making this all stop.

“You okay?” Tara asks lowly, her brow creased in worry, stepping slightly more in front of the blonde to separate Reid and Jj.

“Mm! Just- just gonna go uh- use the bathroom.” Jj’s gone without another word.

This goes on for a while, little moments like that piling up until Jj stops talking to anyone on the team but Tara all together.

She just- can’t- can’t risk them, put herself into a vulnerable state that might end in her team being mad at her, she doesn’t want that, she can’t handle it. Although Jj is convinced it’s all warranted, she’d still like to avoid the yelling sure to come.

Why wouldn’t they yell at her or be upset? She lied to Reid’s face about Emily, Derek blames her for Reid getting taken by that psycho and- and they’re right.

She can’t even find it in herself to not be paranoid around them when she’s supposed to be regressed. Not that regressing has been working, she’s been too pent up to fully regress like she normally does, never mind cuddling up to Morgan or Spencer.

She still finds herself clinging to Tara though, she has no idea that Jj is such a mess up. She’s never yelled or been angry at Jj, Lewis doesn’t even bat an eye if Jj stumbles over her words. She trusts Tara more than anyone right now, how can she not? All Tara’s ever done is assure Jj through things.

“Jj what do you think? Should we play another round?” Her eyes go wide at Derek’s question.

The whole team is at Rossi’s for the night with a game of rummy that’s been ongoing for quite a while, Jj’s yet to win, though she’s keeping it that way. It’s not like she deserves to win against any of the team, they should get the happiness and praise over her, not after she burned them so badly.

“Mm.” She hums, she’s found this works nicely when she doesn’t want to talk but needs to answer a question.

“Come on Jj, give us more than a hum.” Reid pokes a finger at her shoulder which has Jj shifting closer to Tara.

Is Reid mad at her? Should she have said yes? Oh god did she mess it up, again? She hadn’t meant to ruin anyones fun, she shouldn’t even be on the team at this rate. She’s ruining everything.

“Woah, Jj, honey what’s wrong?” Tara’s arm drapes around Jj’s back as soon as she’s stuffing herself into Tara’s side. The doctors rubs her hand in circles against Jj’s back in hopes to soothe the trembling state of her body.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I swear I didn’t mean to, please don’t be mad- I’m so sorry.” She mutters barely above a whisper, Jj can feel herself slipping into her little space, she holds the back of Tara’s shirt tighter to maybe convey what’s going on.

“Sorry? Sweetheart you didn’t do anything, you’ve done nothing wrong.” Jj recognizes Tara’s tone as one she uses when she’s caring for someone, usually victims on cases, it still brings ease to Jj’s chest.

“But- but Reid and Der- and I-.” Tears roll down Jennifer’s cheeks when she pulls away from Tara’s side, letting Lewis cradle her cheeks in careful hands.

“Nobody is mad at you, you’ve done nothing wrong. Now please talk to us, I think the teams been a bit worried with how distant you’ve been.” Tara brushes the tears away, smiling at Jj when the blonde haired girl nods small.

“I- I messed it all up! I lied to Spence about Em and- and I should’ve never left him in that field! And Derek’s right to be mad at me- I- I don’t want to make anyone upset!” Tara’s mouth falls slightly ajar at Jj’s confession, she’s heard what has happened in the years prior to her arrival but never thought Jj was so affected.

“Oh darling, Shh, it’s okay. Listen to me very carefully, nobody is upset at you or mad about the past, they’re only worried about you. You’re an amazing agent and even better friend, you don’t have to be perfect all the time, it’s normal to make mistakes.” Jj’s eyes are big as she blinks at Tara, fresh tears seeping down that Lewis wipes away in seconds, she hates seeing Jj so upset under any circumstances but this hurts so much more.

“And Jj, I am not mad at you about you and Reid splitting up in that field, I was just stressed out that day and I regretted it as soon as I walked away.” Derek chimes in, his own eyes seeming glossy in the light.

“I know you had no choice about telling me about Prentiss, it’s okay, you don’t have to be scared of us, it’s okay. That’s all in the past now Jj, we don’t hold it against you.” Spencer’s hand rests on Jj’s shoulder, she’s still turned to face Tara but she doesn’t pull away from Reid.

“You’re not mad?” She sniffs.

“We’re not mad, we’re sorry that we stressed you out so much hun, that was never our intention. You’re our friend and we care about, we don’t like seeing you not act like yourself.” Derek speaks gently, smiling faintly when the blonde nods to him with a wipe of her eyes.

“Now, do you wanna play another round?” Jj nods to Tara, giggling when she leans to boop at Jj’s nose with a grin.

#jj writes #criminal minds agere #little!jj #caregiver!tara #jennifer jareau #tara lewis #jj x tara

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