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pixiedustnfairies · 18 days

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I always love seeing new writers! Could I request some fluff with regina and insecure reader??

I will never let you go again

Welcome to my first storyyyy my guys! I was surprised at how easy it was to actually write, I hope this is what you had in mind! I'm sorry if there is any mistake :-)

You thought you had a pretty good reading of the situation, but now, you weren’t sure where you stood with her. Your first encounter with Regina wasn’t exactly what you’d call love at first sight. In fact, she had insulted you, ripped your heart out and left you at the border of Storybrooke to walk home. But then, you slowly warmed up to each other. It started by acknowledging each other, then politely smiling at each other if you’d come across one another in the little town. Then, it was dinner invitations, drinking apple cider on her couch and deep conversations until the early hours of the morning.

And now, you were feeling so unsure, so insecure. It led to locking yourself in your apartment, thoughts racing through your head. In the past two weeks, Regina had been distant, too distant. You didn’t understand why she had texted you earlier this morning to cancel your usual dinner at her place, or why she wouldn’t answer any of your messages and calls. Truth to be told, you were heartbroken. Surely enough, this wasn’t just an innocent friendship to you. You knew she wasn’t the Evil Queen anymore, that she wasn’t this person that got described to you many times by the citizens of Storybrooke. She was the proof that anyone can change. She was fierce, something you had always admired about her, and you had always pitied anyone that ever got on her bad side, knowing you had once been there, as her strong personality mixed with anger was sometimes scary. You had seen her beautiful brown orbs shine with fire, and despite your heart screaming at you to fix it, to fix your friendship or whatever it was, your head had eventually won the fight. You had stopped calling. You had stopped showing up on her doorstep, knocking on her door only to be met with silence even though you knew she was home. If you were being honest with yourself, her message from this morning was your last straw. You were too broken to continue fighting.

You felt as if your light has gone out. You’d only got out at crazy hours in the evenings, when you were sure you wouldn’t meet anyone, or at least, very few people, and especially not her, to get some groceries and cheap wine to drown your sorrows. You knew your eyes were constantly red and puffy from crying over someone who so clearly sent a message without literally doing so. Regina didn’t feel the same way than you did, and there was nothing you could do about it. So should you hang on to something that would only extend your pain?

So instead of giggling with Regina like you would do usually every Friday night, you found yourself sitting on the couch, and old episode of Friends running in the background as you were having yet another glass of wine, hoping it would lure you to the sleep you craved so much, but couldn’t find as easily as before. You were wearing an old hoodie with gray sweatpants, an outfit you had gotten at university during your studies. You could feel your legs falling asleep from being crossed for such a long period of time, but you didn’t bother to move them, concentrating on the tingling sensation, hoping it would somehow take over your sadness.

Halfway through the bottle, you heard a knock on your door. As your posture straightened up, the blanket that you had draped over your shoulders slide down, the cold air making its way to you even with the hood you had folded on your head. You weren’t really in the mood to see anyone, especially on yours and Regina’s evening. Your mind was working slower as usual, a result of the alcohol you were consuming. Yet, you shrugged and decided to ignore it, pretending you weren’t home when your mind was still clear enough to tell you that the lights were on, that the tv was loud and that the person behind the door probably noticed all of that too. Yet, another knock came to your ears not long after the first, and you knew whoever was there had no intention of going away. You figured it was either Emma or Snow checking on you, both knowing how hard you’d been taking Regina’s silence. Knowing it wouldn’t be easy to send them on their way if you didn’t answer the door, you sloppily got up from the couch, cursing as you bumped your calf into the table in front of the couch as you made your way to the front door.

You didn’t get a chance to open your mouth to say you were fine, as the person standing in front of you was the one that was clouding your mind for the past two week. Your eyes locked with hers, and you noticed that she was still wearing her work clothes, a silk white blouse tucked into black pants, a beige coat keeping her warm from the cold air of the night. You noticed that she was also evaluating the state you were in, her eyes going from your sweatpants to your hoodie, to the wine bottle that was resting on the table behind you, her gaze softening as her brown orbs met yours again.

“Hi,” she began softly, as if she was scared you’d break, as if she thought you were as fragile as glass. And truth to be told, you did look like you would, like you were holding on by a thread.

You opened your mouth to answer, only to close it again, no words not coming out. “Can I come in?”, her voice cracking as she cleared her throat, fidgeting with her fingers as you noticed the black leather gloves she had on.

You simply nodded, opening the door for her to see the mess your apartment was. She had the decency to not say anything, knowing you were always a tidy person, even if the sight of the dirty dishes piling in the sink, the empty pizza boxes sitting on the counter and the pile of clean clothes unfolded resting on the kitchen table made her jaw clench. You knew she loved order over chaos, which is why you always tried to keep your place clean, but you didn’t think she’d actually witness the mess it was right now. Regina knew she was the reason for this, for the state she had found you in. She was no idiot. She had noticed the way your smile got wider every single time she’d walk in a room, the way you’d always pick the seat right next to her at Granny’s even if the one in front of her was available, the way you’d always hug her a little longer than anyone else. And she knew she did the same. Her day lightened up when she’d catch a glimpse of you, if you name would light up her phone, if she’d hear your voice or your laugh. And knowing she was causing you so much distress was breaking her heart even more than it was already. She made her way to the couch, her eyes never leaving your frame as you did the same.

“I’m sorry,” she simply stated, as you took the furthest spot possible from her on the couch. Her heart sank a little, jealously hoping you’d still want to be next to her, to be close to her. “I’m sorry I canceled our evening together.”, she muttered the last part, not trusting her own voice.

You closed your eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. You couldn’t look at her, you couldn’t bear to see her expression as she would tell you it was a misunderstanding, that you were simply very close friends. Yet, you knew this conversation had to happen one day of another, so you’d rather it be now, while the wine was making it seem like a cushion you could rest on as it would unfold. You braced yourself for it and opened your eyes, choosing to fix your gaze on the side of the blanket that was messily unfolded in front of you.

“Why?,” you managed to whisper, your voice cracking at the end, as your grabbed the corner of the blanket, fidgeting with the edge. You felt Regina move from her seat, causing your heart to beat even harder in your chest. She instead sat right next to you, her now glove-free hand resting on top of yours, stopping your movements. She then used the other one to gently grab your chin, lifting it up slowly so you’d meet her eyes. You noticed she had taken off her coat, but you didn’t have the strength to look away from her gaze, her eyes piercing into yours.

Your breath stopped once again, seeing the remorse and the hurt that was shining in them. All you wanted to do was to wrap your arms around her and hold her, to make all of it disappear. Yet, you couldn’t, your own pain a reminder it was her who had been avoiding you, and not the opposite.

“I got scared,” she hesitated before continuing, noticing you were sitting still and that your eyes hadn’t left hers. This seemed to give her the bravery to continue. “I-I want what’s best for you, Y/N. I love spending time with you, I look forward it every day. I wake up and my first thought is you. I go to bed and my last thought is you. I-I’m in love with you and it scared me,” she blurted, her cheeks tinted with a soft red color. “I don’t know what I thought. That maybe if I distanced myself from you, it would go away. But I missed you so much. I was sitting at home by myself, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about our evenings together…If I hadn’t ruined everything”, she continued in a low voice, her grip on your hand tightening, as if she was scared you’d run away, that you’d slip from her touch and reject her. Yet, it was like you were hypnotized by her, as if she had put a spell on you to keep you still, your mind registering her words one at the time, almost jokingly slowly.

“I have been avoiding you because I got scared to have fallen in love with you, but being without you is an even scarier feeling,” she confessed, her eyes swelling up with tears. You had never seen Regina so vulnerable, despite the closeness of your relationship. And almost as if you were being remotely controlled, you felt your hand free itself from hers, making her gasp, probably thinking she was indeed right and that you were rejecting her after her past actions. Instead, you caught the tear that was falling on her cheek, causing even more to make their way down her beautiful features.

“I thought you didn’t want to be near me anymore”, you finally confessed to her, tears falling on your cheeks as well. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the confession you were about to make. “Since I’m not a hero, or anything, really”, you mumbled, shaking your head, trying to put some orders in your thoughts as your deepest fear was finally out in the open.

She cupped your face, wiping your tears with her thumbs as she pressed a soft kiss on your right cheek, so softly that it felt like a feather was brushing against your skin. You closed your eyes under her touch, the one you had been craving for ever since you had realized you had feelings for Regina.

“You’re not anything, Y/N. You’re the woman I love,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your skin as she spoke, smiling softly as she heard a soft sight coming out of your lips at the contact. You weren’t aware that you did. Your mind was blank. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Was she really saying she felt the same way you did all this time? That it was a misunderstanding? And she had kissed your cheek? You had hugged before, but you had never felt the softness of her lips on your skin, which truthfully didn’t help with registering the situation. It felt like hours when a minute probably went by. Regina’s lips were still brushing against your cheek, her eyelashes tickling your skin every time she’d blink even if her posture was completely immobile, as if she wanted to take in the closeness she had with if you’d decide to move away from her. The chaos in your heart was instead replaced by relief, by disbelief for the words you had been craving to hear for so long.

Finally coming back to your sense, you grabbed the hands that were still resting on your cheeks, moving your body so your forehead was now touching hers, your noses brushing against each other.

“You love me?” your voice sounding so small, so foreign to her ears that she was scared words would fail her, as she simply nodded. “Don’t ever do this to me again,” you whispered, smiling softly even though she couldn’t see you. Regina instead had other idea, wanting to see your face, wanting to read the depth of your mind in your eyes, as she distanced herself from you to do so, wrapping her arms around your neck in an attempt to keep you as close to her as possible. The frown on her face was quickly replaced by a smile matching yours, pure adoration written cross her features as light seemed to have returned to your eyes.

“I could never,” she stated, shaking her head, her perfume reaching your senses and embracing you, making you feel calmer, safer, loved. “I’d rip my own heart out.”

“Don’t do that, “you giggled, biting your bottom lip in the process. “I love you too, in case you were wondering,” you beamed at her, your mind finally catching up to what had just happened, the weight on the world having finally being lifted off your shoulders. The smile she gave you then completely turned your world upside down, the kind of smile that made your knees go weak, making you thankful you were sitting down. You were living for that smile, you’d do anything to see it, to have it directed just at you.

Regina moved a piece of your hair away from your face, her hand resting on the back of your neck. Your skin felt on fire, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest. She glanced at your lips for a second, and you did the same, licking your lips in an automated gesture. She slowly leaned forward, giving you enough time to move away if it was your wish. Instead, you closed the distance and met her lips. Goosebumps rose on your skin as she gently pulled you towards her, as if she was afraid you’d disappear, her arms wrapped around your neck as yours found their way around her waist. The kiss was gentle, even more than you’d have imagined if possible, but yet, so passionate, filled with all the emotions you so desperately tried to express to each other. She eventually pulled away, leaving you gasping for air, as you immediately thought that you wanted to kiss her again and again for the rest of your life. She had her eyes closed still, a soft smiling playing on her lips, and so you leaned in again, making her giggle as your lips met hers, this time only lasting a few seconds, an attempt to convince yourself it was really happening. As you pulled away, she brushed her nose against yours before kissing it.

“Now that it’s settled,” she chuckled, getting up from the couch and pulling you with her, “Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow, we have some cleaning to do,” she grinned as she motioned towards the mess around you, as you rolled your eyes and got up to give her some clothes for the night, Regina never letting go of your hand.

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mysticmunson · 11 months

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more than just a short time; s.h. x reader

summary: an unexpected gift for your fiancé, steve, seemingly slips right through your fingertips. with the help of your friends, you try to cope with what was just a short time.

warnings: this blurb is about miscarriage, mentions of blood and nausea, but the description is not thorough. my blog is 18+

author's note: hi loves. this is a very delicate topic to handle, however i wanted to create something that could provide comfort for the millions of afab people who have gone through similar. please feel free to message any thoughts, feedback, or anecdotes in my inbox. xoxo, elora

4:30 pm.

The days were numbered as you awaited Steve’s birthday party, spending hours planning the secret celebration, calling in the younger friends home from college for the weekend.

The gift was the real surprise, something only Robin knew as she helped you think of ideas on how to let Steve know his dream would be coming true; He was going to be a dad.

A baby would send most 25-year-old men into trepidation, but it was the complete opposite for your fiancé. In his later teen years, he realized how much he enjoyed being around kids and it only solidified when he met you.

Everything was falling into place as you solidified everyone’s attendance, anxiously anticipating the excitement of your found family.

4:35 pm.

Steve had a late shift the day before the party, giving you time for last-minute preparations, giddy as the decorations were secretly put on the table or stowed away in the hallway closet.

Drinking more water than ever, you raced to your bathroom, finishing quickly until your heart stopped. With hitched breath, you looked at the blue walls, not into the white bowl that now contained something red.

Beneath your sink in a grocery bag was a set of pregnancy tests, the first two had been used just a week and a half ago, with an extra one done at your doctor's appointment last week. Steve had been out of town, on a retreat for the nurses in training as he had just finished his certifications.

Unwrapping the stick, you utilized it before leaving it on the countertop. With a practically invisible bump, you placed your hand on it, praying that the heartbeat you had just heard would be one you’d hear until your own stopped.

With an eye on the clock, you waited for two minutes, ones that felt far longer than 120 seconds. The smaller arm on the clock ticked in succession, taunting you as you looked ahead at the wall, not daring to see your own reflection.

4:37 pm.

Shaking hands grasped the white test as you turned it to see one pink line without a hint of a second. Instinctively, you went to your phone, dialed the black numbers, and asked Robin to come over to help set up.

Already expecting the phone call, she headed over, but was greeted by a troubling aura, a somber feeling that contradicted your smile. She asked if everything was okay, you assured her you were.

The preparation included cutting up fruit, taking out the trash, calling the boys to make sure they remembered to come, and hanging up banners. With his late shift and your house layout, Steve would go straight to bed and not enter the living room or backyard.

It wasn’t until 9:13 pm.

You had taken Robin to the mall, guiding her to the jewelers that made a fancy silver watch. One that Steve had had his eye on for months, refusing to get it as preparations for your wedding impended. Once he jokingly said one day he’d adopt his baby, pointing to the shiny metal.

With confusion, Robin held the bag as you drove home, quieter than you were on the way there. The road was illuminated by the imminent nightfall, a display of yellow, blue, and orange painting the sky.

“I don’t think you needed to spend all this money,” Robin chuckled, “you’re giving Steve a baby. He has plenty.”

With just a shrug, you pulled into your driveway, hustling inside and taking the luxurious bag. Gently, you placed it amongst the mismatched printed bags from coworkers or friends who couldn’t attend.

Sitting before the TV, you and Robin shared a leftover pizza that had a slight freezer burn when you felt a jab on your thigh. The negative test was forced inside, yanking it out before holding it in front of your friend.

“I threw the box in the trash bag that you took out.” You admitted, staring at the flashing screen without processing any of its content.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.”

The pending tears finally streamed down your face, a choked sob coming out as Robin pulled you to her chest as you curled forward.

It was as if it wasn’t real until her apology, that maybe if you just held out, the heartbeat would reappear in time. But as Robin held you and apologized, it was real.

She ended up staying the night, holding you on the couch until about half an hour before Steve was due home. Helping you into fresh clothes, Robin got you into bed before heading to the guest room at the end of the hall. The room was practically hers as she kept spare clothes, toothbrushes, and other necessities there.

The beep from Steve’s car was muffled as your lip quivered, turning onto your front and facing your head away from the left side of the bed. The bedroom door creaked open, listening to his feet pad against the wooden floors, slipping into the attached bathroom.

His shower bought you a few more minutes of opened eyes, but these flew faster than the ones at 4:37 pm. His gentle humming would’ve been missed if you had actually been asleep as it stopped as soon as the door opened.

The boxspring winced as Steve climbed under the covers, his body close to yours, his nose running against the shell of your ear before kissing the skin beneath it. Swallowing the influx of emotions, you held the hand that he placed over your abdomen.

A stream of light made your eyes flutter open, noticing the clock and how little time you had. Maneuvering away from Steve’s grasp, you kissed his head as he squeaked in his sleep, settling on his side.

Your preselected outfit was hung on the left side of the bedroom closet, a pretty sundress that was white with pink and orange flowers. In record time, you applied makeup in your bathroom before making your way down the stairs.

Robin had woken minutes later, already dressed in pants, suspenders, and a button-up. She gave a gentle smile, grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruit in your dining room as she observed your silent decorating.

“How are you feeling?” She tentatively spoke, wiping the juice from her chin, tossing the core into the trash bin a few feet away.

All of Steve’s life, his parents put him on the back burner. His dad took work trips on his birthday almost every year and his mother routinely forgot. It got to a point where he just threw a party as an excuse to drink, not really knowing most of the people in attendance.

This became one of your biggest goals, making Steve feel special. Whether it was a small achievement or a big one, you wanted to take any chance to lift him up as the overly confident persona was one built on unsolid ground.

“I’m fine,” You sighed, sticking the clear tape holding the birthday sign above the hearth, “but today’s about Steve. His birthday was a few days ago, but he had to work, so to me, this is his day.”

Robin nodded, aware of Steve’s turbulent upbringing, but also not able to forget hearing your cries the night before. She would hold you for as long as you needed, but it didn’t make it easier knowing it was not only hurting you, but that Steve didn’t know.

“You’re such a good partner,” Robin said in sincerity, “I just want you to let me know if you need help today, okay?”

Agreeing, you turned to her, walking over to hug her close to your chest. Robin wasn’t the biggest on physical affection, but she didn’t let go until you did, rubbing your back.

Thankfully, Steve could sleep through a lot, only trotting downstairs with half an hour to spare. He could do a spontaneous party, but you didn’t feel a need to cage him in the bedroom till everyone arrived.

Strategically, you left a note informing him of going out to lunch, just to make sure he was presentable. He came down in a polo and jeans, socks on without the shoes that were at the front door.

He lit up when he noticed Dustin first, who had been away at school for months, capturing him in a tight hug.

“Hey! How’s it going, bud?” Steve excitedly asked, squeezing him before releasing.

As he looked at the living room, he spotted the rest of the kids, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle. His look of shock made the room erupt with laughter as you took photos from the side. With most of his friends moving away, it was always nice to be reunited, but even better when he was the reason.

Lucas excitedly updated him on his college’s basketball team, mentioning he’d definitely give him tickets to come to see a game when they play nearby. Max was working as an artist, designing skateboards after meeting the son of an executive at one of the biggest board companies.

Despite there being a time when Steve was head over heels for Nancy, he had moved on, then she and Jonathan broke up. After a year or so of being single, she ran into Eddie at a bar who had grown to be a bit more muscular with a few more tattoos, hair a tad shorter, pulled into a low bun as he played guitar.

Their circles never overlapped in school, but that night, they clicked more than either expected. A weekly night out for drinks turned into dates in the early evening, going slow as they both needed to heal from past scorches. One night while watching a low-budget thriller, Nancy looked over at him, “We’re dating, I hope you know that.”

Fast forward four years, she was now heavily pregnant with a simple ring, but they weren’t engaged. They both had an indifference to the law-abiding aspects, but Eddie bought it one night after men kept flirting with her. Her pregnancy glow suited her well, looking incredible in overalls and a flowy blouse.

Steve laughed as he hugged Nancy, opting for a side hug as it would be feasibly impossible for a frontal one. The boys weren’t always friends, but now Steve could call Eddie a close friend, which is why they embraced tightly.

The afternoon went by smoothly, all of them ecstatic to update one another on their endeavors as adults. Despite El having the most obscure upbringing, her stories were thrilled by the mundane. The first time Max took her to get frozen yogurt and she put in an abnormal amount of toppings.

Will had been excited to see you and Robin, eagerly telling you both about his new art school in New York. The look of joy in his eyes was one that you hadn’t seen since you met him, a look you now wanted to never see again, hoping his eyes will always hold promise.

Your fiancé’s laughter rang through the room like bells, boisterous as they began eating the snacks placed out for them. Due to so much time apart, you kept ‘activities’ to a minimum, just food and cake, setting out a card game or two for good measure.

The afternoon was flying by as they played cassettes off the large silver boom box Eddie brought, arguing over which bands were better than the other. It almost seems like the events of yesterday had dissolved from your consciousness, talking with Nancy about her career.

Deep into the topic of journalism, you glanced at the clock above the oven, lit up red. Her voice muffled along with the other sounds when you noticed.

4:37 pm.

Bile rose in your throat as hands punched at your gut, mumbling that you’d be right back before scurrying to the bedroom.

Fortunately, only Robin spotted you as she had been keeping an extra eye on you anyways. She had been getting a drink away from the group before following you, her skin falling slightly pale.

Expecting you to be on the bed, she shut the door as she saw you sitting on the floor with your back against your dresser. Your sobs were lodging in your throat as you tried to suppress them, coughing away some of the clawing emotions under the loud music.

“Hey, hey,” Robin rushed over, kneeling, “sit on the bed, the floor isn’t comfortable.”

Her sentence was abrupt as she initially was going to assure it would be okay, but she knew that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. No amount of vocal reassurance would undo what happened 24 hours ago.

Grabbing your hand, she pulled you onto your shaking feet, walking you to the edge of your large bed. Steve hadn’t made it when he woke up, though he was usually good about it. The fluffy blanket tickled beneath your nails, but brought little satisfaction.

A soft knock on the door startled you both, looking over in fear until Nancy walked through. Waddling over, she sat on the opposite side of you, rubbing your back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, love seeping through her voice. You hadn’t cried many times in front of either of them, usually only during sad movies, but this sudden outburst had layers she wasn’t aware of.

“The clock was the same time yesterday I realized I lost…” You choked out, scratching your neck, “I was going to tell Steve I was pregnant today. I’m sorry I ran away-”

Hushing you, she continued the stroking of your back, “You have no reason to apologize, I’m sorry.”

While the apologies were meant well, they only made everything feel more real. The acknowledgment that someone knew.

Nodding, you waited for your voice to return to its cords, Robin grabbing some toilet paper when you began sniffling. Dabbing the extra sheets under your eyes, you were grateful for waterproof mascara on days like these.

“I don’t know if I should tell him. I don’t want to ruin his week,” You sighed, staring down at the dirty laundry hamper, “he wants this so bad, what’s the point in telling him.”

Thinking through her response, Nancy recalled the Steve she had known for over a decade, the one from grade school who had a kind smile and an infectious laugh.

“Steve is someone who loves things with every part of himself. He loves you so much, I don’t think he’d be able to forgive himself if you tried to battle this on your own.” She whispered, pulling you in to rest on her shoulder, “It’s hard, but you can give him some of that pain because one day it’ll still be there, but it won’t be as heavy.”

The weight of the scenario settled on your lap, relinquishing its claws pressure, but not moving. Her words provided comfort, but the loneliness still drooped down your shoulders.

“Nance, can I ask, have you ever…” You trailed off, afraid the question would be inappropriate. However, the brown-haired girl knew you were searching for your lifebuoy, a point of conviction that she wasn’t stranded.

Robin had slipped her hand in yours, rubbing small circles against your knuckle. The anxious tap of your foot began as you worried the question may be taken poorly.

“I haven’t, but my mom did in between Mike and Holly.” She confided, only having mentioned this to Barb and Eddie, “So many people go through it, it doesn’t make it easier, but it’s good to know you have people who understand.”

Your heart sank for Mrs. Wheeler, but a strange form of consolation wrapped around you that a woman you knew for years had experienced something similar. It made you wonder how many had endured it, but never spoke about it.

Thanking them for their comfort, the three of you returned to a hectic house, Eddie crushing a beer can between his palm and his forehead. His girlfriend rolled her eyes, rubbing her belly subconsciously, “Whatever, he needs this out of his system before next month.”

Laughing, you nodded, feeling warm that the man in front of you had grown so much in these years. Even glancing down at the ones you remember being small now surpassed you in height.

Seeing Steve’s smile was enough to push you through the rest of the party, even more so when he ecstatically opened your gift.

“Babe.” Stunned, Steve lifted the box from the dazzling tissue paper, “You didn’t, no way!”

Giggling, you watched as the boys and Max excitedly looked at him put on the lavish accessory. He looked over at you, his eyes making your heart skip a beat, falling deeper in love with him each time.

Rushing over, he restricted you in a hug, giving you a messy kiss on the cheek. He mumbled against the shell of your ear, “I love you so much, thank you.”

Your hands covered little of the expanse of his back, but you did your best to encapsulate him. He found your squirm humorous after he sneaked an ass grab, mumbling his full name, glancing to see everyone distracted.

The rest of the night flew by, singing to him before cake, and saying goodbye to everyone after cleaning up. It was late by the time the front door shut a final time, Steve suggesting a joint shower to ‘save water’, which you declined by saying you would after him.

His pout almost won you over, but you insisted on packaging up the leftovers into the fridge until he got into bed. Though the clock now showed it was the next day, you didn’t have the heart to do it as he rested his eyes, saying he’d stay awake until you finished.

The promise was not kept as he softly snored, shifting slightly when you slipped in beside him. Typically the small spoon, you weren’t used to coddling him, but you tucked his head to your chest and stroked his hair.

Both of you needed the sleep as you woke up around 12 pm, tangled between one another's limbs, content in the controllable mess you created. The thought of telling him crept into your brain, but you secured the weight on your chest, unable to bare beginning his day like this.

Always the health nut, he went for a jog despite the warm afternoon, putting on small shorts, and a gym shirt. Whistling at him while getting dressed in casual clothes, you smacked his bottom on your way out, making him gasp.

The expected kiss on the forehead occurred right before he walked out the door, leaving you with a plate of leftovers and the loud television. The usual strength of your legs was replaced with jello, unable to put the dishes in the sink or stand to shut the window.

Steve returned sweaty nearly an hour later, taunting you with a hug as you cringed, swatting him away until he headed to the shower. You admired men’s short shower period as he was back, clean, within ten minutes. He made a quick sandwich, looking over at the screen you had been watching.

“Shit, I need to put that in the attic.” He recalled, groaning at the cardboard boxes residing in the corner that collected minimal dust.

“Okay, honey, do you want help?” You offered, turning around to face him as he walked over. He smelled like ocean water, his hair dripping onto his shoulders as he wore a dark green shirt. The small amount of water made the material appear almost black.

He scoffed, shooing his hand, “No need, I’ve got this, my lady.” Earning an eye roll, his jokes always holding a certain amount of fondness when directed at you.

The small project became more time-consuming as he situated the other boxes, occasionally yelling about the poor planning on the builder's part. His tangents made you chuckle as most were fairly nonsensical, but when you knew him, they made complete sense.

He had just finished when you glanced over in the direction of the hall, foolishly letting the clock catch your eye once more. It almost seemed like a cruel joke, the three numbers taunting you at every chance.

4:37 pm.

Tears filled your eyes as he entered, making you turn away, but he knew better.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He cooed, sitting beside you, trying to alter some of the hair away from your face.

The gentle gesture only made you sob, his heart racing with panic. He handled you to sit in his lap, rocking you from side to side, hushing your cries. The consultation had the opposite effect as you feared the claws of two days drew blood.

“Steve, I’m sorry.” You muttered, his already damp shirt becoming wetter with tears.

His history with relationships wasn't the most pleasant, so the words leaving your lips made his world collapse. He became sick with the idea that you walk away from him and never turn back around.

“Talk to me. What’s wrong?” He urged, hoping he could do something to ease your suffering, even at his expense. You could tell him anything and he’d find it within his heart to be compassionate, an easy feat due to his vast adoration for you.

Swallowing your pride, you looked at the chain around his neck until he tilted your head to face him. Not even knowing what you would say, his eyes watered, feeling too kin to you to experience this unphased.

“You were supposed to get a different gift yesterday, Steve,” Your lip wobbled, “I found out I was pregnant last week. But the day before yesterday at 4:37 pm, I found out I- I’m so sorry, Steve”

The wail that came unfettered from your tightened chest made his stomach drop, holding you to his chest as your words sank within him.

“My girl, it’s okay to cry, it’s okay.” He soothed, not wanting to beg you not to in fear you’d hold it in, “It’s not your fault, baby. I’m so sorry you had to hold it in for so long.”

As the pain resonated, the weight relinquished its hold, now much looser and lighter. The uncharted waters you felt trapped within were not as scary as you thought, knowing the person you loved more than anything was close by with a lifevest.

His hand stroked your hair lovingly, nose nestled on your neck as he began to silently cry. He wished he hadn’t, he rarely does, but this was something he did want.

“Why are you apologizing?” You stuttered, sniffling, “I ruined your birthday! I wanted to wait, but I couldn’t fucking do it, I wasn’t strong enough for you.”

The anger at yourself had popped through, Steve was quick to shut it down as he knew you would try and blame yourself. A few more tears left his eyes at the realization of what had happened, but more came as he realized you held it in for him and that you were scared he’d be mad.

“No,” He pulled you from his embrace to cup your cheeks, swiping at your wet cheeks, “Don’t say that. This is not your fault, it just happens, okay? I had an amazing birthday, but please come to me. I can’t stand the thought you were hurting this whole time- You are so strong, one of the strongest people I know.”

His face reddens, not with anger, but with emotions as he struggles to think of how to help you and himself. You recognize his distress, mimicking his hold by cupping his cheeks as well.

“Please don’t blame yourself,” He pleads, barely speaking above a whisper, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much.” You reply, tucking hair behind his ear, pressing your salt-ridden lips to his.

There was nothing nefarious about the exchange, the pain you shared was uniting, a feeling piercing your skin and bones. As your lips would part for breath, there was extra time between for a choppy cry, not one of tears, but of deep-rooted expressions.

Even as Steve stood with you in his arms, an action that would typically have you weak in the knees, there was not an ounce of sexual drive. Settling you onto the bed, he crawled in beside you, a mutual collision of limbs similar to the ones you slept in.

“It’ll happen, sweetheart,” He sighs with closed eyes, forehead against yours, “you know random kids flock to me anyways, we’ll keep one.”

His lame humor scored him a soft laugh, his own personal lottery, as he opened to see slight happiness on your face.

Lacing your fingers together, he kissed your knuckle, holding it there longer than typical. The words to fix the situation did not exist, nor was an action applicable now. All there was to do was look in the eyes of the other and trust that one day, it might just happen. But not now at 4:37 pm.

title derived from bigger than the whole sky by taylor swift

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Everlong

part 1: hello, I've waited here for you

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

18+Only, smut, older!eddie, older!steve, unprotected anal sex, first time experience, oral m/m, anal play, rimming, fingering, no Vecna, deep feelings, mention of porn and of an orgy, creampie, but it's also very fluffy, Eddie has had a crush on his best friend for a long time. wc: 5.9k

It's the mid-late 90's in Hawkins, Eddie and Steve are both in their 30's, and have recently moved back after several life upsets. Eddie has his own trailer across town, and that is where he offers to let Steve stay for a week, and old feelings resurface.

author's note: There will be 2 parts to this. I fully intended to work on something Halloween themed, but then the inspiration for this happened. Just goes to show how my mind doesn't like to be told what to do.

"If everything could ever be this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when..."

-- Everlong, Foo Fighters

Steve’s week-long stay with Eddie was half over, and Eddie felt that reality sink his heart as he opened the door to his trailer.

“Honey, I’m home,” he announced with a spring in his step.

He lived in a trailer park across town now, it was double wide, and felt like a luxury after all of those years he spent crowding in with Wayne. He missed the old man though and went over to Forest Hills every couple of days to visit.

He never thought he’d be back in Hawkins a decade after high school, but he’d dropped everything to move to Indianapolis for a girl he was seeing, and then got his heart shattered a year later.

Coming back to his hometown felt a bit like failure, but it also felt safe. He still had good friends there, and he didn’t want to be alone anymore. Working as a welder at the local fabrication shop was not his dream job, but it paid the bills, and he was comfortable. He even got to play a show with his old band every now and then.

He put the Chinese take out on the island between the kitchen and the living room and called Steve’s name again. But then he caught sight of the piece of paper on the coffee table:

“Went for a run. BRB.”

The note made Eddie grin and feel all goofy, like somehow that small courtesy was such a huge act of love. He hadn’t been treated very well by his partners over the years, and that revelation stung him in moments like that.

Steve had also done the dishes, and the living room was spotless and organized. The ashtray on the coffee table had been dumped out and cleaned, all of the Guitar World magazines stacked neatly. When he opened the fridge to grab a beer, he found that they were all lined up in a row. Eddie kept telling him he didn’t have to do any of that, but Steve said that if he didn’t stay busy, he’d go crazy, and Eddie respected it.

Steve Harrington and Eddie had remained best friends, even through the years and the distance and the failed relationships. It just so happened that Steve was at the tail end of a very messy divorce, and needed a place to crash now that he was back from Chicago. His ex-wife had managed to take him for every penny he had, so Eddie was quick to offer his place after he joked about having to sleep in his car (it wasn’t a joke).

Eddie played the message blinking on his machine to find that it was from Robin. She’d also moved back to Hawkins recently, but she worked 50 hours a week, had two roommates, and was dating a woman from another town, so they didn’t get to see each other as much as they’d like. The three of them had a bowling date set for that coming weekend, and it gave Eddie the warm fuzzies to think about them all being back together again.

Eddie was in the shower with his dick in his hand, stroking it, when Steve burst in. “Hey man,” the intruder grabbed something from the medicine cabinet, and then braced his hands on

the sink before splashing some water on his face. “God damn, I am out of shape. That was rough.” Steve coughed a few times and then wiped his face on the nearby towel.

He couldn’t see Eddie through the dark blue curtain, but had he heard him? There was a possibility that Eddie had been talking to himself, thinking about Steve, and grunting a little as he got himself hard.

“Food smells good,” Steve added as he walked back out into the hall, but left the door wide open. “I’m starving.”

Nah, he hadn’t heard anything.

“I got those weird noodles you like,” Eddie shouted over the sound of the shower. “And sweet and sour chicken.” Steve didn’t have to tell Eddie what he wanted from the restaurant down the street; Eddie always paid attention to those things.

“Hey, leave me some hot water,” Steve was in the doorway again. “Or should I just get in there with you? Save some resources?”

“Not unless you want to soap my balls, Harrington,” and then Eddie threw his fist against the curtain. “Get out, and shut the fucking door, you creep.”

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After dinner and a beer on the porch, the boys retired to their respective positions on the couch while Eddie rolled a joint. The movie Ghostbusters was on TV, but it was interrupted by a string of commercials, and Steve tucked his foot under him on the opposite end of the couch while he watched Eddie lick the paper.

“Okay if I have a drag?” Steve asked, resting his cheek on his knuckles.

Eddie snapped a look at him and raised his eyebrows. “Oh, hell yes. You think you can handle it?” The metalhead sat back, rolling the piece between his fingers, and then he wet one end and grabbed his lighter.

“I can handle whatever you can handle, Munson.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that, Harrington,” Eddie smirked and took a stiff inhale before passing it to his friend.

Steve’s ex-wife had insisted on a very straight-edge lifestyle, and he hadn’t had a whiff of weed in almost 3 years, so he took a cautious pull.

And then he coughed, and banged his chest, and spittle flew from his wet lips.

“Damn, alright,” Eddie hummed. “I take it back, you are a badass.”

“Shit,” Steve could feel the drug seeping into his bloodstream and his senses. “Feels good. Feels kinda…tingly.”

“Ahh if only to have your tolerance again,” Eddie mused, taking another long drag. The show came back on, and the Ghostbusters were checking out the slime and stacks of books in the library.

They watched a few minutes of the movie while Eddie continued to smoke. He offered it to Steve again, but he passed.

“Hey, do you remember that one time we watched a porno together?” Steve just blurted it out from nowhere, completely unprompted.

Still, Eddie knew exactly which porn he was talking about, and the exact night that it happened.

“I think so,” Eddie tapped his ash out. “Maybe. Were we at my old place?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, keeping his eyes on the screen. “It was the summer you graduated, and Wayne was at work and you were like ‘hey Steve, wanna watch some vampire ass fucking?”

Eddie scoffed. “Shut up, that is not what I said.”

“Well,” Steve was clearly exaggerating, chuckling to himself. “That’s what they were doing.”

The movie was called, “Bloodsucking Orgy” and it was a bisexual vampire porn. But the actors were wearing fake, plastic teeth, and the cheap makeup dripped off of their faces as they fucked, but it was some of the hottest shit Eddie had ever seen at the time.

What Steve didn’t tell him was that he had to pull over to jerk off in his car that night, not only thinking about the raw breeding on film, but the way Eddie had palmed himself over his jeans, clearly aroused. That was the first night, all those years ago, when Steve had first questioned his sexuality.

“I had that vhs with me for a long time,” Eddie held in a tight breath and then released a large plume of smoke. “It was under my bed in a box for years, but I think my ex took it.”

“Trevor?” Steve asked, thinking of the last boyfriend that Eddie had introduced to him that he didn’t like. Come to think of it, he hadn’t approved of any guy or girl Eddie had dated in a long while; In Steve’s mind, no one was good enough for his best friend.

“Nah,” Eddie lowered his chin, shyly. “I only dated him for like, a week. It was barely a handjob. I’m talking about Jake, the one with the mohawk.”

“The guy who juggled bowling pins at the fair?” Steve rolled his eyes. “I swear, you know how to pick them, Munson.”

Eddie squinted across the couch at his friend as another commercial came on. Maybe the weed was a little stronger that night but, was Steve…jealous?

Steve stole a long glance at Eddie when he got up to use the bathroom, taking in the curve of his muscles under the thin white Hanes of his t-shirt and the arc of his resting cock under his sweats.

They watched a bit more of the movie, speaking the lines to the parts they knew by heart.

“I’m going to miss this when you go,” Eddie muttered.

Steve’s apartment would be ready by Monday, and Eddie was dreading the lonely nights when Steve wasn’t there on the couch with him.

“I’ll be just down the road, man,” Steve assured, taking a sip of his beer. “I thought you’d be glad to get me out of your hair, so you could get back to your bachelor pad life.”

Eddie figured Steve was just confused, so he decided to jog his memory. “I haven’t so much as gone on a date with anyone in almost a year. This is hardly a rockin’ bachelor pad.”

For some reason, this gave Steve a sense of relief.

Ghostbusters ended and Eddie told Steve to wait right where he was, as if he’d go anywhere, since the couch was also his bed.

When Eddie sauntered back from the dark hallway, he was carrying two black, clamshell vhs covers. They were blank on the outside, with no words on the spine, and Steve knew exactly what they were, even from far away.

“Let me guess,” he raised his eyebrow. “Bloodsucking Orgy Part 2?”

Eddie chuckled. “Close! No, but they are just as bad.”

Steve adjusted himself in a way that made Eddie look over his shoulder as he put the tape in the vcr. “You okay with this? I figured…for old time’s sake?”

“Sure, yeah, why not?” Steve ran his fingers through his hair a few times and adjusted the collar of his tee because suddenly he felt very hot.

To say that Eddie was testing Steve would be wrong. Eddie had no idea that the events in Bloodsucking Orgy had been a bit of a sexual awakening for his friend.

The actions in the movie would turn Eddie on, sure, but he could control himself for a few minutes if it meant being able to get a laugh at the way Steve’s face twisted up at the ridiculousness of it all.

The credits came on to let you know that this was a “Two Dicks, One Hole Production” and the boys clapped.

There was about 3 minutes of what you’d call “plot” where a bunch of zombies stormed inside this woman’s house while she was having a tupperware party, and then they were suddenly all compelled to have sex.

“Look out, Scorsese,” Steve bubbled a laugh into the palm of his hand.

Eddie clucked his tongue. “No one appreciates good cinema these days.”

One zombie had its head between a woman’s legs on the table while one of her friends squatted down on her face and rode her tongue.

Some of the husbands came by to rescue their wives, but then they ended up getting dicked down as well. It was all purely entertaining at first, but all of a sudden, Steve felt his cock twitch. He palmed himself over his boxers, and looked over to find that Eddie was doing the same thing.

Eddie glanced over and caught Steve staring at him while he touched himself and suddenly, he wasn’t at all interested in the movie anymore.

“Why does it--” Steve started, swallowing hard. "Why does it always look like it feels so good?"

“What?” Eddie rested his head on the back of the couch. “Being attacked by a flesh-eating zombie?”

“No,” Steve nibbled at his lip. “When they put it…in their ass…like that. The dudes I mean.”

Eddie couldn’t even hear the sound from the tv anymore, his ears were ringing. “Because it does feel good, sometimes, when the right cock is in your ass.”

Steve’s breath hitched at the tone of Eddie’s voice. “You like the feel of it, don’t you?”

Eddie couldn't help himself; he cupped his balls under the blanket. “Yeah, um, I do.”

“I’ve wondered about it,” Steve admitted in a whisper, sliding a hand down slowly to palm himself over his jeans. He was getting hard and needed the friction. “I've wondered what it would feel like. I think I might like it.”

“You do?” Eddie’s voice was low.

Was this really happening? Was Steve just shooting the shit? Or was he trying to throw clues down? If so, how should he handle it? He’d masturbated to this scenario so many times in his life but had no idea how he would make his move in real time.

Steve hadn't planned this. He'd had thoughts about Eddie before, sure, but he never imagined he'd do anything about it while he was staying at his place. How embarrassing would it be if his friend rejected him? He had to play it cool so he could make it out like he was kidding if that happened.

With a surge of adrenaline, Steve scooted closer, and his friend met him in the middle of the couch.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Steve’s eyes searched the other pair of chocolate orbs, and they were so close now, Eddie’s pulse was skyrocketing. “I don’t want this to make anything weird between us.”

“I’m fine with it if you are,” Eddie mumbled. There was a voice in his head screaming at him not to miss his chance. He pinched the front of Steve’s shirt. “We could experiment, if you want? What are best friends for?”

Eddie knew there was a platonic best friend line in the sand that was about to be crossed, and it could never be uncrossed, but the way Steve was looking at him with those puppy dog eyes made him not care one single goddamn bit.

He’d do anything for Steve. Even if it meant he was just another “experimental experience” for a straight guy.

Steve leaned in for a kiss, and as much as he wanted it, Eddie pulled his head back.

“Say it,” Eddie muttered.

Steve squeezed himself through his boxers and frowned, confused. “Say what?”

Eddie moved in close again, brushing Steve’s lips with his. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Steve choked on the words at first, and then he told Eddie what he needed to hear.

Their mouths met in a frenzy of clumsy tongues and cries, and then they made their way to the bedroom, stripping clothes off as they went.

It wasn’t long before Eddie was naked next to Steve on the bed, pushing a lubed finger inside him one knuckle at a time. “Is that okay?” He kissed the corner of Steve’s mouth. His friend’s eyes were closed, but Eddie’s were wide open—he didn’t want to miss a thing.

“Yes—fuck,” Steve squirmed, but his hips were moving down, needing Eddie deeper. He gripped Eddie’s back with one hand, and the other came up to fist his own length where it throbbed.

Eddie moved his head down, his hair dragging along his companion's chest. “Let me,” he mumbled. Steve held it at the base so that the metalhead could take the swollen, leaking tip into his mouth. Now he was twirling his tongue around the head and fucking his finger inside of his best friend. He savored the taste of the salty tang, making lewd noises as he sucked and swallowed.

Eddie’s mouth was magic, and Steve was hiccupping erotic sighs. “Tell me again, why did we wait this long?” He chuckled, and Eddie smiled around the gift in his mouth, both of them caught in mutual disbelief and bliss.

“You feel that?” Eddie came up for air long enough to ask, pupils blown, rubbing deep onto Steve’s prostate with purpose.

“Yeah, I feel it,” Steve shuddered. He bent his knees up and placed his feet on the mattress so that he could arch his pelvis up to give better access. “I think...I think I need more,” he breathed.

Eddie chanced a look up at his friend: his head was back, throat exposed, and–oh shit— he loved seeing what he was doing to him. The way that he was the one giving Steve Harrington this much pleasure, to be the one to make him unravel.

The second finger went in, stretching him, and Steve’s muscle squeezed around Eddie’s digits so tight, it made his cock ache to take their place. The phalange in question was tucked against Steve’s hip, aching, and he rutted it there a few times, leaving a snail trail of juice on his partner’s skin.

“Move this leg,” Eddie advised, and Steve licked his lips, watching every move, hoping to god that he did not stop fucking him. He was switching positions now, getting in between Steve’s thighs.

Steve used the slick from Eddie’s saliva to work the tip of his cock a few times as his eyes roamed the wash of tattoos over his friend’s sinewy muscles, and the guitar pick necklace that swayed against his chest.

“Does this feel okay?” Eddie buried the second finger in and scissored them to stretch out Steve’s hole, feeling the resistance throb in his own balls.

Steve winced with a hiss, and Eddie’s hand stilled, but then Steve’s eyes snapped open. “It feels so fucking good, don’t stop.”

Eddie was quick to lower his head to take over the tending of Steve’s huge member, making his friend moan long and hard.

When he looked down at the top of Eddie’s head, and the way his arm moved in and out between his legs, listening to the soft, wet, sucking sounds, Steve started to have some real feelings. They were feelings he was afraid to think, let alone say out loud.

“I-I need you inside of me, Eddie,” Steve managed. “I need you to fuck me right now.”

Eddie rose up, staring into Steve’s eyes as he took his fingers out to put the head of his dripping cock against the slip of Steve’s hole, rubbing it up and down. “Are you sure?” Eddie mumbled. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Me neither,” Steve blinked a few times, liking the way Eddie bit his bottom lip and searched his face.

Eddie’s heart was about to explode in his chest. He imagined bits of his heart and cum sprayed everywhere when his strewn body parts were found the next morning.

After a few moments of working the tip through and moaning at the way his hole sucked him in, Eddie leaned forward and pressed into Steve, spreading him open, letting him give a silent scream into his mouth. Eddie braced his partner’s hips, trembling at the sensation as he clenched around him.

Once he sank all the way in, Eddie intertwined his fingers with Steve’s above his head and began to move.

“The way you’re gripping me—holy shit,” Eddie murmured against his mouth. “Does that feel okay?”

“It feels…so fucking good,” Steve hushed. “Don’t stop.”

Steve’s bent legs were up now, and Eddie was thrusting against him, deep and hard, unable to hold back the emotions that drove his movements. Steve’s body bent so that his stomach wrinkled as Eddie found a mouth-watering pace, his guitar pick swinging in the air.

Foreheads pressed together, Eddie said, “wrap your legs around me,” and that’s when it happened; that’s when Steve could feel the coil snap in his stomach as Eddie drove into him with purpose.

Eddie grabbed a handful of Steve’s hair and pulled tight, yanking his head to the side, making him whimper.

“Cum inside me, Eddie—” Steve cried.

Eddie gave a strangled gasp at his words, because he was close, but it didn’t take long to slide one hand between them to find Steve’s leaking tip to help him along.

“I’m gonna cum in your tight little asshole,” breathless, Eddie was pounding him now, and neither one of them cared if the wet slapping sounds could be heard next door.

It was all Eddie could do not to declare his love then; to tell Steve that it had always been him, and it would be him forever after. “I’m so in love with you,” he wanted to say, and the thought alone made his orgasm rise.

The way Eddie made him feel so full would have been enough, but then his friend’s strong, calloused hand was yanking at his cock and Steve began to convulse under him. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Eddie, I’m cumming!”

First of all, did Steve just call him baby?

But then there was no time to consider it because there were warm ropes of his release shooting between them, and Steve’s muscle gripped Eddie’s length over and over, milking him.

The way Steve cried out made Eddie’s movements erratic as he emptied himself, scooting closer, and bending his friend more in half to get deeper, to keep pumping with each aching grunt.

“Shit, you feel amazing,” Eddie cursed as everything got slippery and he could feel his seed leaking out between them.

Once they both came down from their highs, Eddie pulled himself out of Steve and kissed his knee before shimmying off the bed.

“Damn,” Steve looked down at himself, at the spray of jizz that began to pool in his belly button and noticed the sensation of Eddie’s release dripping down his ass. “I’m a fucking mess.”

“Hold on, I got it,” Eddie returned from the bathroom with a washcloth, brushing hair out of his face, and Steve watched him climb onto the bed to nestle between his thighs again. His cock was still half-hard, bobbing in the air as if it were already preparing for another round.

Eddie had the wet rag ready, but then the cum glistening on Steve’s stomach gave him other ideas.

“Are you giving me all that sweet aftercare now?” Steve scoffed.

“Well, yeah,” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows before bending down to lap at Steve’s bellybutton with his tongue. “You’re my guest.”

The feeling of his friend’s tongue dragging along his sensitive flesh was about to make Steve erect again, and he writhed at the sensation, eventually scooting further away, up against the headboard. Eddie watched him go, not sure what he’d done wrong, and passed him the washcloth.

Steve was having a hard time looking at his best friend now. Maybe because it had been the best orgasm of his life? Maybe because the past hour had made him question everything he thought he knew about himself?

He didn’t know what to do with the towel when he was done, so he handed it to Eddie, and he tossed it to the ground with a flop.

Eddie was about to move up next to Steve to kiss him, or at least sit next to him, but instead Steve got up off the bed and bent down to put his boxers on.

“So, does this mean—” Steve stammered, keeping his back to Eddie. “Does this mean that I—that I’m a bottom?”

Eddie was about to chuckle as he stretched long on the mattress and put his head in his hand, but then he realized Steve was asking a serious question.

“Did you enjoy it?” Eddie asked, cautiously.

“Um, yeah,” Steve bent down to pick up his shirt. “Obviously I did.”

That response elicited a quiver of a smile from Eddie, putting parentheses on either side of his mouth.

Eddie exhaled a long breath and rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “It means…whatever you want it to mean. I’m not one to really care for labels.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Steve nod, taking in the information. He went to sit at the edge of the bed, fully clothed now, and Eddie ran a hand down his chest, thinking of his next words.

“We could always try it…the other way,” he said it so nonchalantly, and it made Steve turn his head, curiosity piqued.

“The other way?”

“You know,” now it was Eddie averting his eyes. “You could fuck next time, if you want. If you want to try it, I mean. See if you like it.”

“Next time, huh?” Steve ran a hand up and down his face. “I don’t know, man, this is —kinda blowing my mind right now.”

“I get it,” Eddie could feel a familiar heartache rising in his throat. “We could just forget this ever happened, if you want.”

There was a heavy silence then, thick and weighty with the fear of the unknown.

“No, I don’t want that,” Steve whispered.

Eddie lifted his head up. “You don’t?” His voice cracked, and then he cleared his throat and sat up to brace his elbows behind him.

Steve stood and put his hands on his hips before turning to his friend again. He raked his fingers through his hair. “I want to keep doing this,” he muttered. “But I don’t know what that means.”

“Hey,” Eddie scooted himself down so that he was sitting close to where Steve was standing, legs off the bed, and looked up at him. “We’re the only ones allowed to define this…whatever is happening between us. No one else.”

And the next thing you knew, Steve surprised himself for the second time that night, by going over to stand in front of Eddie. He brushed a few strands of his outdated bangs off of his forehead and Eddie closed his eyes to bask in the attention.

But his eyes opened when he felt Steve lower his head and grab onto Eddie’s shoulders. His mouth was so close now, and their noses slotted together. “I think I need to kiss you again,” he hushed.

Eddie’s hands went to the hips of Steve’s shorts, making fists in the material; he could feel himself getting hard again already.

“You better fucking do it, then, Harrington,” Eddie mumbled.

Once their lips met, tongues were quick to follow, and then they were crashing into the kiss and Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck. He had so many questions, and so many concerns about what this would look like to the outside world, to his friends and estranged family. But, in that moment, nothing mattered more than getting as close to this person he loved as he possibly could.

He wanted to be inside of him.

Eddie dropped to his knees and took Steve’s boxers with him, making Steve curse once he was back inside Eddie’s warm mouth.

Eddie pulled back to spit on the head, connecting a string of saliva to his mouth when he looked up to stare into his companions' eyes.

“You know where I want to put that,” Steve told the man on his knees.

Eddie’s moan was full of yearning. “I want you to fill me up,” and then he licked down the shaft and spit again until it was soaked. Eddie sucked his finger and then snaked it back to push the tip into Steve’s clenching muscle while he gave kitten licks to the freshly juiced pre-cum.

Steve jumped. “Fuck, baby—you’ll make me cum like that,” he barked a laugh.

Eddie’s smile was huge—-holy shit, he was so in love—-but then he stood to full height and grabbed Steve by the throat to kiss him. “We’ve got all night.”

Steve found his partner's rock-hard length and began to roll back the foreskin with a firm grip. He had no idea what he was doing but decided to go with whatever felt right. “Bend over,” Steve told him, taking a fist full of his hair. “Get on the bed.”

Steve’s tone made Eddie clench, and his balls were preparing for duty again.

Steve stepped out of his boxers and took his shirt off, keeping his attention on Eddie’s ass, and the way it was on full display for him now.

“The lube is in the—” Eddie started, but Steve silenced him with a “shush”.

“You’re a big boy, Harrington,” Eddie continued. “I don’t want to get ripped open toni—-”

But then big hands were spreading his cheeks apart and an eager tongue was dancing around his asshole.

Eddie pushed his hips back and the tongue dove inside. “Does that feel good?” Steve asked in between licks.

“Fuck yes,” Eddie breathed.

With that new burst of encouragement, Steve slid his thumb in, making the metalhead throw his head back.

Steve considered the logistics of it all for a moment, and then: “Can you get on your side?”

He moved into position without question. Steve didn’t have the nerve to say it, but he wanted to see Eddie; he wanted to be able to look at his face when he came. When they were both ready, Eddie rubbed the lube on his friend’s generous length, and then Steve squirted a bit on that pink, puckered spot, and Eddie yelped at the cold sensation.

More low chuckles, more tender laughter.

Eddie watched over his shoulder at the way Steve was concentrating as he lined the tip up. His best friend was so fucking beautiful, and he hoped to god it wasn’t a dream. Steve straddled Eddie’s bottom leg, while his top bent to the side, twisting at his hip.

Steve stammered a few curse words when he sank in an inch, halting. “Oh shit, I had no idea how tight—holy fuck Munson.”

“Fuck, please don’t stop,” Eddie mumbled into the pillow.

Steve groaned long and hard with each thrust, pushing himself in, taking his time, and then pulling out a bit until his hips were almost flush with Eddie’s ass.

“You like it when I stretch you out, don’t you?”

Eddie’s jaw went slack, and he reached down to touch himself, rutting into the mattress.

Steve buried himself inside Eddie, spreading his cheeks apart to watch. “Tell me I’m the only one who fills you up like this.”

“You’re the only one,” Eddie was whimpering now, trembling with lust and love. “I need you to start moving right now, Harrington!”

Steve was snapping his hips then, pounding Eddie just the way he wanted. The sounds escaping both of them were egging each other on, and Steve held Eddie’s leg up to get a better angle.

“It’s never felt this good,” Steve blurted. “Look at me.”

Eddie turned his head to meet his partner’s hooded gaze, sweaty hair sticking to his cheek. What if he said, “I love you”? What then? Because it was right there on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m so close, Eddie,” Steve’s movements stuttered a bit. “I need to see you.”

It was only a few more seconds of that intense eye contact before Steve was losing every last bit of himself inside his friend, slapping their skin even harder together as warm wetness filled the space. Steve’s toes curled on the mattress, and he threw his head back, holding onto Eddie's leg so that he didn’t fall over.

Being inside Eddie, to share something like that with him, felt so right and so perfect, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.

He flipped his partner over so that he was on his back, neglected cock straining against his tattooed stomach, and Steve bent over to put it into his mouth.

“Steve—!” Eddie was already about to blow his load before those soft lips were on him, but now his balls were tightening up close to his body. “I’m so close, I’m gonna—oh fuck!”

Steve nodded, humming on his friend’s swollen length as the salty spill poured over his tongue and he drank it down with eager swallows. Eddie writhed, shaking as he came.

They showered together again after that, and Steve found out about Eddie’s insatiable appetite when they jerked each other off one more time before they found sleep. They were all a tangle of limbs and legs, hot breath against the skin of each other’s throats.

The next two days brought much of the same. They had dinner together when Eddie got home from work and held hands in front of the tv. Until hand holding turned to touching and it was time for Steve to experiment being inside Eddie from a different angle. They both lost count of the number of times they came inside of each other. Well, Steve lost count. For Eddie, each one was precious and something he cherished.

On the third day, while the Saturday morning cartoons were on, Eddie’s head was in Steve’s lap while he played with his hair and rubbed his scalp. Eddie’s eyes were rolling back in his head, and he suddenly understood why cats purr. It all felt so natural, hidden away there in Eddie’s cozy trailer with the curtains drawn, like the rest of the world didn’t even exist.

But then there came the sound of footsteps bounding up to the porch, and someone tried the door handle before offering a few quick knocks.

“Hey, what’s going on in there?” The woman’s voice exclaimed. “Open up, this is the police.”

Steve’s eyes bulged and he practically pushed Eddie to the ground, trying to cover himself with the blanket. He was wearing his boxer shorts, but it made him feel very exposed.

Eddie’s hair was a mess when he sat up, and he gave Steve a curious frown. “What’s wrong with you? It’s just Robin.”

“I know,” Steve took a breath. “It just startled me, that’s all.”

Eddie threw a pillow in Steve’s face and shouted, “coming!”

“No, no, wait!” Steve lurched up and grabbed his friend's arm, pulling him back down to the couch.

Eddie gave him a few confused shakes of his head. “Are you losing it man? You knew she had the day off and might come over.”

“It’s not that,” Steve was whispering. “I want to see her I just—did you tell her…does she know…about us?”

Eddie’s face sobered. “When would I have a chance to tell her? I’ve spent every free second with you.”

“Okay good,” Steve’s shoulders sank, showing that he was clearly relieved. “Let’s keep it between us, alright? I don’t want anyone to know.”

“Anyone…ever?” Eddie was searching his companion’s eyes, hoping to find that same glimmer from the past couple days there, but it was gone. He understood that coming out could be complicated and difficult, and he didn’t think Steve would be shouting it from the hills, but surely Robin could know? They were the three amigos, the best of friends. If anyone would embrace him for exactly who he was and who he wanted to have sex with, it would be her.

Maybe he just needed more time, and that was fine, Eddie had plenty of it.

Robin knocked again, more forceful this time. “What the hell? I’m growing mold out here.”

Eddie remained still, passing his tongue over his teeth, and thought about what Steve was asking of him.

“I’m going to put some clothes on,” Steve got to his feet and jogged out of sight, to the bedroom, leaving Eddie to sit there, feeling the weight of being a secret, yet again.

“Hey!” Steve hissed from the hallway where he struggled to pull his jeans on while Eddie walked to the door. “Could you light a candle or something? It smells like sex in here.”

Yeah, sure, he’d get right on that.

Anything for you, King Steve.

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Hi! Thank you for reading! Always love hearing from you. Look out for part 2 🧡

#Steddie #Steddie fic #Steddie smut #older!steddie #intimacy smut #bisexual!eddie munson #Steddie romance #steve x eddie #Stranger Things smut #Steve Harrington fic #Steddie fanfiction

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maxiemclaren · 27 days

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Hi saw you're taking request!! Max mentions the incident so many time bc P's friend at day care/school(idk her age) have acces to tiktok and she comes home saying the quotes. Lol

Cute fluff all the time p says the inchident and all the times Max mentions it

Just An Inchident

pairing - Max Verstappen

Warnings - Pure fluff

Summary - Penelope or “P” quotes the Charles and Max ‘inchident’ almost daily because of her friends from school.

a/n - so sorry for the delay. I had a hard time trying to navigate how I wanted this one to present! Not my best but I tried.

Max would sometimes pick up P from school when he was back in town as a little surprise for the girl, after all she was enthralled with the Dutch man, constantly calling him ‘Maxie’ neither of them paying much attention to the nickname. As P climbs into the backseat, Max begins to ask her how her day was, she begins to ramble on about her and some other kid playing some game during their downtime. What slips out of her mouth next has Max whipping his head to the rearview mirror. “He cheated and said he won so I said no it's just unfair” the brunette giggles out making eye contact with Max. The both of them were laughing for the rest of the drive back home.

Later that night Max starts to wonder where P would have even heard that or if she even knew what it meant to him. So he comes up with a plan, he would start to instigate a moment where she might say another line, and what do you know it ended up working, securing his suspicion. P playing Mario Kart with Max was what did it, after they crashed into each other she said looking at Max ``Don't worry Maxie it’s just an inchident, we can try again!” He picked P up and laughed with her as he asked where she heard all of these quotes. To which she responds “My friend Veronica showed me a video of you and Charlie from like a super long time ago” Max laughing realizing that the clip must be around 12 years old now.

A few weeks of hearing non-stop “Nothing just an inchident” or “He pushed me off the track” and even “no its just unfair” anytime she didn’t want to do something. Max would always just laugh with her and let her continue, because what’s the harm in having a good chuckle every now and then. When the time finally came where he grew tired of hearing the quotes he asked P for her opinion on the matter, she just laughed and said “just an inchident” and ran away as fast as she could before Max tickled her to death.

When finally seeing Charles after a week break Max is just about dying to tell him about the new quotes P came home saying. “Charles, do you have a minute?” asked Max hoping the Monegasque was free “Yeah, of course, what’s going on?” he asked. So there they were sitting in the Ferrari hospitality pissing themselves with laughter while exchanging their own thoughts of how the race went all those years ago. “Like I told you Max it was an incident” Charles manages to still fight. Giving up on the disagreement they decide to call it quits and get ready for a current race, Max’s phone dings with a message being passed on from P, “Make sure Charlie doesn’t push you off the track!” chuckling to himself he puts his phone away and gets ready to warm up for the race.

#max verstappen #formula 1 #charles leclerc #formula one #f1 fanfic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fluff

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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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This Moment (Hangman)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (Addie)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: idk pining? cute shit? a final line that will leave you screaming at your computer in a good way?

Summary: She was his everything, his life, his love, his reason. And one night, on a deserted Texas highway she asked him if he would be there for her too.

Notes: You do not need to have read anything else for this story to make sense. But this story is part of the Only Thing Universe and is a prequel to the original series set during Addie and Jake's time in college so picture college-age Jake and Addie.

This prequel will be two parts, the second part will be smutty... very very smutty.

This is my magnum opus. If this isn't a hit I'm retiring from fanfiction forever cause I've fully peaked.

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“Jake,” Addie broke the silence, “Can I ask you something personal?”

Jake raised an eyebrow but didn’t open his eyes. “You know you can ask me anything, Addie.”

They were both lying down perpendicular to each other in the back of his old pickup truck. Jake was using Addie’s thighs as a pillow, and despite the unseasonable chill in the night air Jake had sacrificed his jacket to go under Addie’s head.

They’d driven way out into the middle of nowhere and pulled off the road on an otherwise deserted highway to look up at the stars.

They’d been parked there for over an hour, and still no one else had driven by. It was the night of the biggest football game of the season, so everyone else in Texas was huddled up in their homes around their televisions anxiously awaiting touchdowns and field goals, but Addie hadn’t been in the mood.

Jake and Addie were regulars at his friend Stephen’s game day parties. The parties were absolute ragers no matter who Texas was playing. In the world of game day parties, an invite to Stephen’s was an invite to the Oscars, and Jake and Addie were practically voting members of the Academy. They didn’t even get invited anymore; it was a foregone conclusion they would be there. Neither had missed a game all season.

Normally they carpooled to Stephen’s house so one of them could drink, but when Addie had called and said she would have to follow behind later and meet Jake there, he immediately knew something was wrong. It was in her tone, practically dripping with melancholy.

And when she pulled up, he was standing in the driveway, already ready to leave before the game even began. Jake liked college football as much as the next man from Texas, which was a lot, but he liked Addie more. He’d immediately pulled her out of her car and helped her into his passenger seat and taken off.

They hadn’t exchanged words, and she hadn’t protested. She would talk when she was ready, and he would never pressure her. Instead, he turned the game on the radio and drove straight out of town for the entire first half until the city lights were a distant memory.

Even while they lay in the back, the windows of the truck were rolled down, and the radio inside was blasting the game’s broadcast on the university radio station loud enough for him to hear.

It kept the moment just on the right side of silence. Not too awkward, not too quiet, not too tense. A drone of noise to keep her sane and keep his mind off of whatever she was trying to muster herself up to asking him.

Addie swallowed hard around a lump forming in her throat. “Marie Leonard?”

Jake’s eyes opened. He hadn’t heard that name since junior year of high school. “What about Marie?”

“How did you know you wanted… that you wanted her to be… you know… your first?”

Jake shrugged, as much as he could shrug lying down in a truck bed. It was enough to get the message across when his shoulders bumped into Addie’s legs.

In all honesty, he wasn’t sure he had an answer for her. He hadn’t thought about Marie since maybe a couple weeks after that night, and he'd barely ever thought of her before it. She was pretty, nice, smart; Jake was sure she’d make someone very happy. That someone just wasn’t him.

She wasn’t the woman who plagued his every thought, who influenced his every decision, who informed his every action. When he had good news, Marie wasn’t the person his fingers were itching to call. When he was sad or lonely, holed up in his room incapable of talking to anyone, Marie never knocked on his door because she just knew something was wrong from a nondescript text message.

“I guess I didn’t really. You know my first time didn’t really mean anything to me. I was a horny teenager at a house party; I guess I got caught up in the moment. I didn’t have any feelings for her, and she definitely didn’t have any for me. We both just wanted to have sex with someone and didn’t mind each other.”

“Huh.”

“Why’d you ask?”

Marie Leonard couldn’t be what was bothering her. There were nights in high school when a toxic thought or two had slipped into Jake’s mind, and he’d hoped that Addie would storm into his room, propelled by jealousy of Marie, and declare her love for him. But those thoughts were always gone by morning. He knew, always knew, Addie wasn’t that type of person. She felt jealousy as much as the next person, but Addie would never let something like that fester. She would come to him about it. She always came to him about it. Even if he was the cause of it. And even in those moments in the darkness when the thought crept into his mind, he knew he didn’t actually want that from her, for her. It would mean he caused her pain. He couldn’t have that.

“You know how I told you Paul dumped me last week?”

That was not the turn in the conversation that Jake had been expecting.

Jake shot up, completely abandoning even the pretense of stargazing. The peace of the night shattered around him like she’d hit a pane of glass overhead with the shards cutting into his skin as they fell. “Did that fucker try something? I swear to fucking god, (Y/n).”

His mind had turned. He’d been coasting through thoughts of high school and Addie’s awkward phase. He’d been thinking about Marie and cliques and hometowns. Even though Addie was asking about it, he hadn’t for a second been thinking about sex and first times… pressure…

Jake looked ready to kill.

Addie’s mouth fell open, and she scrambled to sit up as well. Her arms flew out, gripping both of Jake’s shoulders. “No! No, he didn’t do anything like that.”

Jake’s face, drawn tight with rage, softened, but the rest of his body was wrought with tension. “What did he do?”

Paul had to have done something, something heinous if it made Addie too upset for the biggest party of the year, too upset to talk with him about it immediately. Addie never hesitated to talk to him.

Jake was livid with Paul. He was ready to jump out of the truck, run all the way to Paul’s, kick in the door, and beat the shit out of him no matter who was there to watch.

“He didn’t do anything. It wasn’t like that,” Addie reassured Jake. She scooted herself closer so she was right next to Jake, facing him. Her hands, still holding onto him like they were the only thing keeping him in the truck, began to slowly work at his shoulders.

Her fingers pressed into his muscles and meaded them under her touch, trying to to loosen up the tension lurking beneath his skin. It worked like a charm. It always worked like a charm.

“He asked me to… you know.”

“Did he pressure you?” Jake was still on the warpath, but the fire was dying in his eyes as Addie seemed to slowly massage his anger away.

“No, He was ready; I said I wasn’t sure.”

“And he dumped you for that?”

“Sort of…” She hedged, and it was putting Jake back on edge, not knowing if she was trying to think of the right words or trying to downplay what he’d done. “He was nice about it. We were two different people in two different places. I knew that going into it. He was just more honest about it. He wasn’t going to pressure me, but he couldn’t move at my pace. We both would’ve been miserable.”

It was a sad realization. Or rather it should’ve been. Addie certainly looked sad, but it didn’t seem to be about Paul.

Jake could see it, could read it in her eyes. In the way her gaze flitted away from reassuring him, in the way her hands stilled on his shoulders and clenched against his shirt.

“If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. That’s not your fault, Addie.”

Jake called it, and the frown that etched itself into her face told him as much. She wasn’t unhappy with Paul. She was unhappy with herself.

“But that’s just it Jake. I am ready. I mean, I want to be. I just…”

“Just what, Addie?”

A thought washed over Addie. Jake saw it run down over her like water as it washed away first the look in her eyes then the expression on her face and the frown on her lips. It interrupted whatever she was planning to say. Her mouth hung half open, formed around a word that her brain simply could no longer communicate.

“Addie?” Jake reached out a hand and gently rested it on her leg, giving her knee a reassuring squeeze.

“Jake, am I hot?”

It wasn’t a question Addie had ever asked before, and for a moment it stunned Jake into silence.

He knew the answer. He knew the answer as her lips formed the question. He knew the answer before she even asked. He had told her a million times before.

“Addie, I’ve already told you you’re beautiful…”

“No,” Addie emphatically shook her head. Jake told her that all the time. While he watched her get ready for a date, while she nervously waited for one of her painstaking family dinners she dragged him along to, when she ran through the rain to his car without an umbrella and looked like a drowned cat… pretty much every time she got in his car now that she thought about it. But that wasn’t what she asked. “I asked am I hot?”

“Why are you asking me that?” Jake’s eyes were staring into hers with an intensity he was rarely capable of. He was normally too cocky, too chill, too much of a good time to look at anyone like that. It was a serious side of Jake that even she rarely saw, that was rarely necessary.

“Cause,” his state made her hesitant to ask, hesitant to explain herself. But this was still Jake she was talking to, and she could tell him anything. “It’s different than being beautiful. Like if we were at a bar, and you didn’t know who I was, would you notice me?”

It was the easiest question she’d ever asked him, maybe the second easiest. Behind every time she’d ever donned a dress and twirled around asking him how she looked.

There was something about her that night that was screaming with the need to hear what he had been dying to say for years.

“Addie,” Jake sighed heavily, “I wouldn’t be able to notice anyone else.”

Several minutes passed in silence, only the mindless drone of the game coming to an end filled the scene with any noise, but neither could make out a word of what was being said.

“Will you do it then?” Addie finally whispered to him.

“Do what?” Jake asked in an equally quiet tone.

“H-have sex with me…”

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frances-baby-houseman · 1 month

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Dear Prudence,

Three years ago, my best friend and I had a falling out. When she asked for my opinion on her new fiancé and their relationship, I expressed some concern as gently as I could. I said it was concerning to me that they had only known each other for three months, that I was her best friend and had never met him (he had no interest in meeting her friends), and that the only times she had spoken to me about him before announcing the engagement were to talk through fights they had where he took rather nasty stances against totally normal things (her having any other men’s phone numbers saved in her phone, etc). She told me that I had never supported any of her relationships, this one was much better than previous ones, and I obviously didn’t actually care for her. I told her that wasn’t true and it was actually that I loved her so much that I was willing to tell her things I could see that she didn’t want to hear.

About a week after that fight, she called me in the middle of the night from the bathroom of a party, and told me that she’s concerned about how often she’s been using different drugs since starting the relationship (I wasn’t aware of this; previously she had occasionally smoked pot and that was it). I found out where she was, picked her up and brought her back to my house. In the morning, she was already gone when I woke up. I tried to call or text her every day for two weeks after that, leaving her messages that I loved her and was there for her and ready to help her when she wanted it. She never answered or acknowledged anything. She also disappeared off all social media. I went to her apartment at the end of the two weeks and there was a “for rent” sign in the window with all her belongings cleared out. She had said she and her fiancé had found a new place and were going to be moving in together, but I didn’t know where it was.

To complicate things, this was about one month before my wedding, where she was a bridesmaid. She dropped out of all wedding-related conversations as well and didn’t come to the bridal shower. The night before the wedding, she called and asked if it would be okay for her to come still. I told her of course! I didn’t push her to talk about anything she didn’t want to and just made sure to deliver the message that I love and support her while she was there. Immediately after the ceremony, my husband and I were outside taking some photos and heard shouting from the front entrance of the hotel.

It was her fiancé, who was telling her that they needed to leave. She waved goodbye and got in the car. I smiled and lied to anyone that asked about her during the reception and said she had gotten a terrible migraine and unfortunately was home in bed, then cried in the shower at the end of the night, knowing that she was truly gone from my life after calling each other sisters for years. I sent her one more text saying I would always be there if she ever needed anything and to please reach out when she was ready to. I never heard anything.

Last week, my mother sent me a picture of the police blotter in the newspaper for her town (about two hours away from where I live), and asked if that was my friend in the mugshot picture. It was listed along with her first name and the previous fiancé’s last name. She had gotten arrested for drunk driving with her 2-year-old son in the car. My heart broke all over again. Without hearing from her/about her, I’d been able to convince myself she had left the bad relationship, gone back to complete that master’s degree program she wanted to, and was happy and healthy. This tells a different story. I know I did what I could for her, and she didn’t want to hear what I was saying or accept my help, but I feel so guilty. How do I get past this?

—Friend Break-Up

Dear Break-Up,

Do you have time this week to just sit down and cry about your friend? Seriously, put it on the calendar. Dedicate an hour to thinking about how much you miss her, how much you hate that she’s suffering, and how you wish things could be different for you two. Really mourn the friendship you could have had if she’d made different choices. Think about how much it broke your heart for her to leave your wedding. Worry about her and her 2-year-old.

You and I both know that guilt doesn’t make sense here. You were patient and accommodating and did all you could for her. And maybe feeling guilty is keeping you from experiencing the more appropriate feeling for this situation: Grief. If you give yourself a chance to experience that—not just in this one-hour appointment with yourself, but over weeks and months—might take your focus away from wondering what you could have done that would have saved her. The answer to that is, of course, nothing.

for @formerly-ujb

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cheatingwifelover · 3 months

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Our yard guy. Lucas, is a hunter. I hunted in my younger days but in my old age I'm too sentimental to kill any animals. Sometimes when he's taking a break from mowing we talk about shooting. I've been wanting to try some target shooting on a 1,000 yard range but there aren't any I'm aware of near where we live.

Lucas told me about one in the Boerne area and one near DFW. I decided to spend a couple days at the one in the Boerne area and made reservations. My wife didn't want to put our dogs in the kennel to watch me shooting so she decided to stay home.

Off I went with my Ruger Precision Rifle. My plan was to leave early in the morning, do some shooting in the afternoon, spend the night, and drive home after shooting on the second day. I enjoyed the shooting but I missed my wife. On the rare occasions I'm staying overnight somewhere without my wife I call her and we talk on the phone before calling it a night.

I called home that night around 10 PM. No answer. I figured she might be out walking the dogs, or taking a shower, so I left a message for her to call me back. When I hadn't heard from her by 11 PM I called home again. Still no answer. At this point I felt the worry creep in. We hadn't been separated much in our decades long marriage and this was the first time my wife did not either call me herself or answer the phone when I was on an overnight trip.

I started calling every half hour. Every 30 minutes felt like an eternity. I didn't know what to do. I was worn out from the afternoon and fell asleep around 3AM. When I woke up about an hour later There was still no word from her. I tried calling with increasing frequency. I had a drink to relax, then another and another until I once again fell asleep.

I woke again at about 930 AM and checked my phone. There was a message from my wife. I'd had my ringer on vibrate and hadn't heard it. The timestamp on the message was 8:06 AM. She apologized for missing my call and said she was tired and going to bed, and that we could talk when I got back.

When I got back that evening she apologized again, said she didn't know what came over her, but she wasn't in the mood to talk about it. She told me I needed to give her some time. I'd learned over the years that pressing her was not only useless but could also be quite counterproductive so I just let it drop. It took almost a month and a lot of alcohol before she was ready to talk and I was glad I'd waited.

“So where we you when I called,” I asked her when she finally told me she was ready to talk.

“I was with Orin and Tony” was her surprising reply. I wrote about Orin and Tony in “Young Lust,” posted a few months ago, referring to them as O and T.

I immediately grasped the implications and felt my cock starting to harden in anticipation of what I was about to hear.

“What does being with Orin and Tony mean exactly,” I queried? “With them where, how? All night?”

“They took me out and then we went to a motel room.”

I was actually trembling a little when I asked “did you fuck them again?”

“We didn't go to a motel for Bible Study,” she quipped rather snarkily. “Of course we fucked, you're my husband not my owner.”

I had a raging hard on at this point, and out came my cock.

“Come on baby,” I coaxed, “tell me everything. I need to hear details. Don't hold anything back.”

Apparently, Tony had been unable to keep that first time with him and Orin and my wife to himself and had mentioned it to Lucas. Orin was embarrassed when Lucas asked him if it was true that the two of them had fucked my wife.

“Was your friend Tony bullshitting me or did the two of you really fuck Mrs. D” he asked?

“Fucking Tony,” he replied, “I told him to keep his mouth shut.”

“So it's true then,” said Lucas. “I'd love to get some of that myself, I can't believe you two beat me to it.”

“Well,” he continued, “if you want to try your luck with her again her husband is going to be out of town overnight next week. Let me know how it goes.”

Orin and Tony rang our doorbell at around 730 PM the night I was gone. Orin was holding a bouquet of flowers.

“These are for you Mrs D.” he said. “We heard from Lucas that Mr. D isn't home tonight so we thought we'd see if you'd like to go out to dinner with us. Our treat. Or maybe we could just go for a ride?”

“Where are your scooters,” asked my wife?

“At home tonight,” he said, “my parents finally bought me a car. I just have to pay the insurance/”

“It's sweet of you to ask,” she replied, “but I'm not really dressed to go out anywhere.”

“Please Mrs. D, you've been nice to us and we'd like to do something for you. We can wait while you get ready, or come back later.”

My wife couldn't help but feel flattered that these two young men were basically asking her out on a date at her age. What could it hurt she thought.

“Ok,” she relented. “Why don't you two give me some time to get ready. Come back in about an hour, and it's a date.”

As she got ready she downed a couple martinis feeling like if she was going through with this she needed to have a good buzz on. Even before an hour had elapsed she saw them on the security cameras waiting in the driveway. It was cute she thought, two young men this attentive. She wasn't naive though, she knew what was on their minds, what they really wanted, which was why she needed the martinis. Alcohol relaxed her and made her horny.

When she was finally ready she walked out to their car hoping they'd appreciate her outfit, and of course they did.

Tony couldn't restrain himself, “fuck do you look hot Mrs D” he said as he exited the car to make a place for her in the front seat.

“Well thank you Tony,” she replied, “I was hoping you'd like my outfit.”

“Fuck Mrs D, I love it,” Tony replied, climbing into the back seat. “None of our friends mom's are anywhere near as hot as you are.”

“Flattery will take you places,” my wife said in return.

|”We know a club where they don't check ID's” said Orin as my wife climbed into the passenger seat.

“I thought we were going to dinner,” said my wife. “Now I'm thinking you two just want to get me drunk and fuck me.”

“Sorry, Mrs. D, we were just thinking it was kinda late for dinner now,” said Orin.

“It's ok,” my wife said, “the club sounds like it might be fun. I haven't been clubbing for years, much less with two handsome young men as my escorts.”

She'd already down 3 martinis by the time they picked her up. You know what they say I'd quipped to her in the past, 3 martinis under the table, 4 martinis under the host. My wife joined the two of them one martini away from being under the host.

Sure enough, no one at the club asked for any ID. Orin and Tony ordered drinks for my wife but were careful not to drink much themselves. After another couple martinis my wife behaved very much out of character for her in a public place. She took turns sitting on their laps being fingered and making out with each of them, but no one else in the club really seemed to be paying them much attention.

By midnight my wife needed assistance just getting back to their car.

“Where are we going now” she asked, noticing they weren't headed in the direction of home.

“My parents are home,” said Orin, “so Tony and I got us a motel room. Is that ok Mrs D?”

“Sure,” replied my wife pretty much having accepted where the night was heading when the two of them showed up at the door with a bouquet of flowers asking her out on a date. “But I can't stay all night, I have to get home and let our dogs out.”

“I was surprised to see you two tonight” my wife said once they were in the motel room. “I thought you'd had your fun and were no longer interested.”

“No, “ said Orin, “we've both been wanting to fuck you again but this is the first time we've really had the chance. My parents haven't gone anywhere since the first time.”

“Yeah,” chipped in Tony, “we didn't think you'd want to do anything at your place, and we were afraid to try again with your husband around.”

“When Lucas told me your husband was going to be gone tonight we decided we'd try to see you again,” added Orin.

“Why would Lucas say anything about my husband, does he know what we did?”

“He does,” replied Orin, “Tony couldn't keep his big mouth shut.”

“He wants to fuck you too,” chipped in Tony. “He told Orin he couldn't believe we got you before he did.”

Somehow, thought my wife, it all seems rather disturbing, but she was too drunk at the moment to object or care. My husband is away and I'm in a motel room with two young guys who want to fuck me, so why complain? I'm so horny right now I don't care about anything but getting fucked said her inner monologue.

Tony wrapped his arms around my wife and kissed her. Orin took out his cock and began to stroke it watching the two of them making out. Tony slipped one hand down to unzip his pants and my wife extracted his cock, stroking it as they kissed.

Tony put both his hands on her shoulders and applied pressure to push her down onto her knees.

“Suck my cock,” he told her, “be a good wife and put that hot mouth of yours to work for me.”

Tony was the bigger of the two of them and had the biggest cock. He also was the more aggressive of the two and inclined towards arrogance and swagger, an attitude my wife claims to dislike. I have no doubt that his arrogance was at least partially the product of that fat 8 inch cock that was now poised with its own seeming arrogance in front of my wife's face.

“Come on,” said Tony putting both hands behind her head and pushing his cock to her lips, “swallow that fucking cock.”

She was aware of Orin behind them stroking his cock, enjoying the show, even though she couldn't see him. She opened her mouth and did as requested, swallowing that big cock until Tony's balls were pressing against her chin. He relaxed his grip on her head but used both hands to guide her mouth up and down, bouncing his balls on her chin with each stroke.

“Fuck yes,” Tony said to Orin, “look at this fuckin' slut swallow cock. The bitch has zero gag reflex.”

From “Mrs D,” to “bitch,” and “slut,” she felt an atmospheric change in the room but she didn't let it interfere with her performance. She wrapped her left arm behind Tony for support and used her right hand to squeeze and milk his balls as she sucked on that big flesh pipe, determined to drain those heavy balls.

“Fuck, the slut is going to make me cum,” said Tony, but I want to fuck her. Help me stand her back up Orin.”

They each took an arm and lifted her to her feet. She stood before them in her short black dress, hot thick thighs sexily exposed under flesh colored pantyhose hose, and high-heeled black fuck me boots. Tony had resisted the urge to fuck her in the car even before they got to the club but he was going to satisfy that urge now.

“Oh god I so want to fuck you,” said Tony, lifting her dress and exposing her pussy in crotchless pantyhose.”But first I want to suck on those big tits,” he said, tearing open the top of her dress and just pulling her bra down to get them out.

“God I love your big tits Mrs D,” he told her, sucking first one nipple into his mouth and then the other.

Between the making out and fingering in the club, sucking on his big cock, and now Tony sucking her tits, her pussy was gushing. She couldn't remember the last time her husband had made her this wet, if ever.

Meanwhile, Orin grabbed some astroglide they had left on the nightstand when they'd rented the room earlier in the day. He approached her from behind and felt his friend Tony push his cock into her pussy and start fucking her. Orin generously lubed up his cock with the astroglide and then tossed the rest of it onto the bed.

“Hold her still for a second Tony,” he said, then grabbing her hips, began to slowly push his well lubed cock into her ass.

She froze with surprise and the initial pain of anal penetration.

“Don't move,” pleaded my wife, “let me adjust.”

“Ok, go slow” she said momentarily.

Orin eased his cock in balls deep and said, “I'm in her all the way. Fuck is her ass tight. Go ahead Tony, fuck her.”

My wife wrapped her arms around Tony's neck, kissing him deeply as the two boys began to establish a rhythm. Now that the initial pain of anal penetration had dissipated she shuddered in pleasure at the sensation of the two of them pushing into her at the same time. The pressure of two cocks thrusting into her was simply exquisite. She felt like she was being hoisted into mid-air by young cock. She'd always enjoyed anal sex, or at least tolerated it, but with a cock in her cunt at the same time she remember how good it felt and wondered why she hadn't indulged it more frequently?

She felt Orin behind her turning her head away from Tony, wanting to kiss her. It was a little awkward but she kissed him back as best she could then turned back to Tony. The lust these two young men expressed for her ignited her own passion, deepened by a pending explosion of pleasure she felt about to overwhelm her. She was glad she hadn't gone with her husband but she felt a brief flicker of guilt at the thought before returning herself completely to the moment.

She suddenly felt Orin wrap his arms over her shoulders and push her body down into him. He thrust up on his tiptoes trying to push every millimeter of his cock into her ass. She could feel his body shudder and knew he was about to cum.

“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed....”oooohhhhhh....fuck” and she felt his cock pulsating and emptying into her.

She had been trying to hold back, to extend sensation as long as possible, but Orin cumming as he did pushed her over the edge and she was unable to contain the explosion. She saw light flashing behind her eyes and felt momentarily like she might pass out.

Oh my god,” she cried out, “oh my god,” feeling her whole body flooded with wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.

Orin pulled his cock out of her with an audible “plop” and settled back, practically falling into the chair behind him. Tony wasn't done yet and continued pumping his cock into her married pussy with increasing vigor. He turned her around and began backing her towards the bed as he fucked her.

His cock never entirely left her cunt as he re-positioned her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He reached up and squeezed her big tits, and then started sucking her nipples, first one, then the other, alternating continuously as he fucked her.

She felt another orgasm building. As Tony continued pistoning into her and working her tits with hands and mouth, she reached down between their bodies and fingered her clit. She thought she'd felt Tony cum in her but he didn't get soft or stop pumping that big cock into her so she wasn't sure. She came again and just laid there as his cock kept sawing into her.

She was aware of Orin approaching and was surprised to hear him tell Tony to turn her so that her head was at the edge of the bed.

“Help me with her then,” said Tony, “I don't want to stop fucking her.”

Between the two of them they managed to move her into the desired position without Tony having his cock slip from her pussy.

“Again already,” she asked Orin, looking up at his hard cock hovering over her face.

“We both took some Viagra before we left the club,” he replied to her surprise. “We didn't know when we'd get another chance like this with you and didn't want to waste a minute of it.”

She didn't know whether she should feel flattered or used, but in the moment wondered if it really mattered.

Getting her head just right over the edge of the bed Orin bent his knees slightly, placing his cock against her mouth.

“Suck my cock Denise,” he told her, using her name for the first time.

He'd always called her Mrs D before and she didn't realize he even knew her name. There was something about it that seemed to make it feel more intimate, narrowing the gap between them, and yet at the same time a little threatening.

“Oh yeah, that's it” he told her as he pushed his cock into her throat. “I've missed this mouth Denise, I've never met another girl who can suck a cock like you do.”

He called her a girl. Was that a good thing or a bad thing she wondered? As Tony continued to fuck her pussy Orin now fucked her throat, pushing into her until his balls were pressing against her nose. Not pulling all the way back each time but keeping most of his cock in her warm mouth then pushing back all the way into her throat.

Tony had never stopped pumping into her, never gone soft, but she thought she had felt him cum in her two or three times without slowing down. Now Orin seemed renewed and kept plunging his cock into her mouth and throat until her jaws ached. She fully understood what it meant to be spit roasted. She felt like meat on a spit but there was something about the idea of it, of her, a married woman three times their age taking cock like this, that overcame with lust any doubts or reservations.

She wanted to be the “girl” of their sexual fantasies, to be the unforgettable female they would savor the memory of for their entire lives, and she threw herself even more completely into the moment and into the night. They need not worry about having another chance with her, she'd make it happen, and she'd get her cuckold husband to help. Not help sexually, but to help create the opportunity for her to enjoy them like this again.

Orin interrupted her reverie by pulling his cock out of her mouth and dangling his balls over her lips.

“Suck my balls Denise,” he told her.

She took his heavy balls into her mouth and sucked on them, something she had never done for me, and the idea of it increased her arousal. She felt him pushing down with his cock as she sucked, apparently trying to get it into her mouth at the same time. She opened her mouth as wide and she could and heard him moan as she managed to get both his balls and his cock into her warm wet mouth.

“Oh fuck that's good,” he moaned. “Suck it, fuck, I'm gonna cum,” he said, and pushed in with his cock just as he erupted down her throat.

She didn't miss a drop and neither did she stop sucking on his cock and balls. He never softened. Maybe she could make him cum again like that she though and decided she would try. Tony was still sawing his big cock into her cunt. She didn't want the night to end. She kept hearing her cell phone ringing in her purse. She knew it had to be her husband calling like he did whenever he spent a night away but she didn't care. Good cock had to come before good husbands.

“Let's change up,” said Tony. “Let's DP the slut again, and this time I want that ass.”

Orin got on the bed and Tony helped my drunk wife straddle him. She guided his cock into her married cunt and he pulled her down to suck her big tits which were hanging out of her dress.

“If Lucas was here we could make this bitch airtight,” said Tony, climbing onto the bed behind her.

“Maybe next time,” said Orin.

Tony picked up the astroglide Orin had earlier thrown on the bed and lubed his cock to fuck my wife up the ass.

“Oh my fucking god,” he said as he pushed his big cock into her ass. “This shit is fucking tight. I was wasting my time in the slut's cunt.”

“You belong to us now Denise,” said Tony as he fucked my wife up the ass. “We won't be waiting so long to have you next time.”

At some point everything became a blur. Memory faded. She woke up between them and looked at her watch. Fuck, almost 8 AM. Her husband must be worried and near panic. She shook Orin awake.

“You have to take me home,” she said, “right now, if you ever want to do this again.”

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purplelupins · 2 years

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The Grabber/Albert Shaw Headcanons

Sfw & Nsfw

These are in no order and simply my interpretation of the blank canvas that is Albert Shaw.

If you are a minor DO NOT ENGAGE. If you are offended or triggered by the mentioned material, DO NOT ENGAGE. Simple as that. Please note that I do not condone what the Grabber has done in cannon, and I am just interpreting his character from a psychological standpoint. If you message me with negativity or harassment, I will not respond. This is Tumblr, not Twitter. Please block the Grabber x reader tag if you are disgusted.

General life

•Prior to Albert being born, his father drank a great deal which he picked up from his father having served in the First World War. But when Albert’s mother told him to stop drinking or she would leave him. She was a strong minded woman.

•Albert’s dad named him

•Albert was an only child until he was eight. He was always close with his mother who took interest in him. She encouraged him and listened to his interests and hobbies.

•I think he liked working with his hands- carving things out of wood, basic magic he had picked up from a book he bought himself with his allowance money his mother gave him, but his father didn’t know about. maybe even drawing at some point? He would make her little gifts and she would display them.

•I think he really loved slight of hand that comes with magic, and I think over the years he got quite good at it mainly to take things or mess with his father.

•Everything had changed when his brother, Max, was born. Their mother fell ill shortly after giving birth to Max, and she passed away within a week. It was a sudden and huge loss. She was the only thing standing between Albert and his father.

•It was left up to Albert to look after baby Max, while his father began drinking again.

•Because of this, Albert is actually very good with children.

•Then the beatings started. It started slow: his father would slap him and whip him over his pants, but he did it down in the basement because they couldn’t wake max.

•Because Albert hadn’t experienced the beating from a young age, he was more fearful of them than if he had always had them. As an eight year old, he had rational thinking abilities and would try and run away from home, but his father would always catch him. Sometimes he would be waiting for him with a glass of room temperature whiskey because he didn’t have the patience to cool it.

• When Albert was 13, his father went off to serve in the war. He was gone for two years with no contact, leaving Arthur and Max alone with a friend of his father’s and his family.

•This friend of his father’s sexually abused him for those two years.

•When his father returned, he was no longer the same. His morals were null, and he barely had an off switch when it came to abuse. His PTSD made him reckless with hurting Albert, even humiliating him in town when they got groceries.

•The adrenaline his father had experienced in the war left him always looking for ways to replicate it, and so he started playing sadistic games with Albert, which would become Naughty Boy. The only difference was that Albert wanted his father to kill him, but he never did.

•Albert is very tidy because of his father. (In the Film I think his house was messy because of Max and it drove him CRAZY)

• Albert is very smart and a very quick thinker.

• He did okay in school; he would have done so much better if it weren’t for his stressful, abusing home life and the trauma he went through. But because of his life, he didn’t get the best grades.

•He started working at a young age at the hardware store. That way he could get supplies to start wood carving again like his mother had loved, and he could save up to leave.

•During one of the beatings when Albert was older, he fought back against his father which lead to breaking his fathers leg. He became addicted to pain killers, and drank himself to death at a young age, and Albert was given the house.

•As he grew older, he couldn’t keep relationships and grew angry and afraid that no one would ever like him let alone love him.

•Max fucked off as a young man and honestly had a fairly normal life. Albert did love Max in some way, even with his idiotic mind, purely because he raised him.

• Albert did everything in his power to give Max a normal childhood. He helped him with his homework and went to his sports games. But he didn’t do it for Max. He did it because Max is all he has left of his mother and he looks like her.

•Fear was something he lived off for so long inside himself, that he sought out comfort. Comfort came in the form of his family home. He would try and remember his mother there instead of the bad memories, but he would have vivid nightmares of his father. Once he even had one so strong he destroyed the inside of his house looking for his dead father because he was certain he had come back from the dead.

•His job paid well and he even bought the house across the street to move into. Close to his old home but far enough that he didn’t have to live in the trauma.

•His first girl friend was late in life and did not end well. She cheated on him and when he confronted her…he lost his temper and strangled her. It horrified him, and he buried her body in the basement of the house he bought. Already tainting it before he could move in and start fresh.

•In the late 60’s and early 70’s he started to see more and more reports of these multiple murderers and freak kidnappings on the news. He noticed how most of them were cold cases and the investigations would be dropped after months or a year. He got this strange sort of itch.

• the thought festered for a year.

•He wanted to do that too. He saw how invested people were in those cases, and he wanted to be a part of that.

• For the next several years, he soundproofed the basement, and began to really let his mind go. He found his old carving supplies and began making those masks to take charge of the trauma he went through.

•It was his turn to be in charge.

•And from then on, the Grabber was born.

The following is more pertinent to my fic Sweet Dreams, but you’re still welcome to read them as general headcannons. There are NSFW ones below.

•Because of raising Max, he does have a paternal streak(even if it is morbid) so he does enjoy caring for someone.

•He’s very polite to woman and children (he will make faces at little kids especially little girls if hes in town. They giggle.) but gruffer with men.

•Outside of his home, he’s generally quiet and keeps to himself. Quite a few locals know him because of living there so long.

•Terrible temper. This is a given. It’s like a light switch. On and off in an instant.

•This man is STRONG. He works with his hands and lifting boxes and equipment all day. He’s lean but he can take down almost anyone, especially when he’s angry.

• Pervert. Will take your panties. Will not give them back. But will buy you new ones. Loves it when you don’t wear any under your clothes at home.

• If you’re in a relationship with him, it is his goal to have fucked you on every surface.

•He washes you. He dries you. He dresses you. No other option.

•Has an innocence kink: having not had anyone to care for him for most of his life, he now takes a lot of pleasure and validation from caring for someone else.

•This kink is more about having you rely on him for everything.

•Plus having you dependant on him is the goal.

•He needs you to be dependant. He soaks it up.

•Control Control control. This man needs to be the one in control at all times after having no control for so long.

•Call him Sir or Master on the regular and he’s gone…call him daddy and he’s feral. I think he will only entertain the daddy aspect if he’s not kidnapping, and he’s comfortable (as he can be) with whoever he’s fucking. It can be used against him if he’s not comfortable with the person because it could be a way of saying “You’re like your father.” Which is what he hates most. BUT! If the person uses it in a way where it means “You’re in control, I’m yours to do with what you will.” Then I think he loves it. It goes with his innocence kink too.

•Calling him daddy helps him to reclaim the title and give it a different meaning…so it’s actually a bit healing.

•Sadism, fear play, bondage. He loves seeing that flash of fear in your eyes. He loves tying you up. He loves inflicting pain until you’re weeping in his arms.

•Albert loves seeing you when he fucks you. He needs to see what he does to you(fear, hatred, pain, love, pleasure etc) he likes to see your skin too so chances are he’ll rip your clothes off before sex

•Somnophilia. Especially if he’s fucked you for so long and you pass out and he keeps going.

• Condescending praise aka degradation (not towards him)

•Will pet your hair and hold you close after you’re done.

•Kiss this man’s skin. Please.

•He’s hesitant with kisses on the mouth but if he keeps you around long enough he might warm up to them.

•He loves it when you miss him and hug him when you see him after a long day.

•He knows he shouldn’t have children. He’s terrified of ruining his own child’s life.

•Deep Self hatred, hence the masks.

•If you want him to take it off, you need to be patient. Wait until he starts with coming with half masks more often…then see if he’ll work up to no mask.

•Likes having the mask on during sex even if he doesn’t wear it around you anymore. It gives him more power.

•Is unable to love, but he will obsess over you enough that is resembles a toxic love. He will want to possess you (go back to you being dependent on him) he wants to be your world.

#the grabber x reader #the grabber #the black phone 2022 #the black phone #albert shaw #headcanon #head canon

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You all seemed very confused about my last post, trust me, I'm just as confused about the casting a spell that binds someone's sexuality, but I guess that's where we are.

Look, I try to be a compassionate person, but sometimes when you reconnect with someone who was close to you over 20 years ago and invite them to live in your home it doesn't always go well.

I don't like talking about other people's stories, especially online, but this has affected our life and our home and brought chaos into our space. So, this is my story.

This old friend seems to have it together, paid rent early and had a job lined up before they got here. It seemed they were having a bit of trouble adjusting. After a few months it was clear they were going through a mental health thing for the 3rd time in 2 months and making wild accusations and doing hurtful things like smoking cigarettes and massive amounts of weed when they know they have a lung problem and abandoning cats with no food or water or not paying all their rent or giving 30 days notice before they leave town, you just have to cut ties.

This was the last straw. The one before was 2 weeks ago when I was accused of thinking they wanted to use magic to steal my partner and that somehow because I knew stuff they didn't I was making them feel bad about it and that they think I think they just want to steal all my ideas.

I was compassionate. I stayed calm. I said I was confused, asked if she was okay. A few days later she came down crying to apologize, said she wasn't okay. We talked. I told her about the Oregon Health Plan and how she could get some help. She seemed grateful and she did and had an appointment lined up.

Then last week we left for Astoria for a night and she was there at 4 pm to bring a package in but by 1pm the next day when we got home most of her things were gone except furniture that wouldn't fit in her car. We didn't really notice the things gone at first and thought maybe she had gone on a little trip because the cats were still here so we fed them and got them water, then messaged her after a few days. She claims she had a medical issue and called an ambulance. Then her family came here and towed her home. The time line doesn't make sense. Her family is a 12 hour drive away. How long was she in the hospital? How long did it take to pack her car? Why did she leave the cats? Why didn't she tell us on her own about the medical emergency?

I'm a pretty forgiving person, especially if the person is honest and isn't trying to take advantage of me. It often bites me in the ass, but at least I know I can sleep at night and treat people to my own ethical standard until I hit a point.

Last night we got more confusing messages declaring we actually wanted her cats all along and the whole binding her sexuality thing. We decided that it wasn't worth putting effort into this relationship, she's with her family now, we aren't getting blood from a stone, and that we had done as much as we could, calmly said we were confused and hurt and will find new homes for the cats, and blocked her.

I don't usually air someone's personal issues online, but this is someone you will never know, they probably won't see this, I don't really care if they do, and this is my blog and this is an incredibly frustrating, emotionally laborious, and financially unexpected experience we are going through right now and I just need to vent.

I've already contacted a cat rescue about the cute nice cat and the hissing mean cat that won't come out of the closet. Now I need to get rid of a brand new IKEA bed frame, a couch, a big clothing rack, 2 poorly constructed book shelves, a TV, a bunch of clothes and shoes, a record player that doesn't work, a giant stack of new age books, and a bunch of other random shit.

Oh, and cleanse the house of that nonsense before finding a new housemate, which a friend of a friend is interested in.

All of this while we are working to make the shop on the first floor browsable.

Please do not make disparaging comments about someone who is seriously going through something. I don't need to hear it. It won't be helpful or have a point. I'm not mad, just annoyed and wishing people had better communication.

#tw mental health #tw mental illness

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violet-shadows · 2 years

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Missing Piece (Part Six)

Series Index | Masterlist

Summary: Cassian and Nesta are happily mated and in love, so why do they feel like something is missing? When a newcomer arrives in the City of Starlight, they learn that their bond is not yet complete.

Pairing: Cassian x Nesta x Reader (She/Her) (Poly Relationship)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Sorry this took a while to get posted. Work has been kicking my entire ass lately.

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Eventually, I stopped feeling sorry for myself long enough to splint my wrist. It was fractured but not displaced, and with Fae healing, it would only be a week or two before it was completely healed. The injury still felt like a defeat, though, and I couldn’t help but launch into a spiral of regret. My friends back home had questioned my decision to uproot myself, but I’d dismissed their worry, determined to prove I could make it on my own. Now, it seemed their concerns were not as unfounded as I thought.

After my parents died, I felt utterly lost. The deep loneliness of those early days made it nigh impossible to go on. Afterward, I became determined to rely only on the one person who couldn’t be taken away from me: myself. Leaving behind my old life had felt like the ultimate test of self-reliance, a chance to prove my independence once and for all. Now, as I lay in bed with a broken wrist and throbbing head, I felt like I had all but failed that test.

It took me a while to fall asleep that night, and when I woke up the next morning, the sun was high in the sky already. I rose slowly, my muscles aching from my tumble down the stairs. When I looked in the mirror, I cringed, already dreading having to explain myself to Madja when I returned to work in two days' time. My left eye was blackened and swollen shut, and my lip was split from when my face caught my fall. In combination with my tear-streaked cheeks and unkempt hair, I looked an absolute mess. I hoped that by the time I had to emerge again, I’d be able to hide the worst of the bruising. Originally, I had planned to spend the day about town, stocking my pantry and buying other household basics. Between my haggard appearance and aching body, though, I elected to spend the day in bed. I knew that wallowing would do little to serve me, but the heaviness of my heart seemed like too much to carry for the time being.

Sometime in the afternoon, I was pulled from my snoozing by a heavy knock at the door. I cringed, remembering the heap of broken furniture I had left at the base of the stairs. It would be my luck that one of the neighbors took issue with it. Not wanting to make enemies in the neighborhood already, I rushed to the door, secretly hoping a few sincere apologies and my pitiful appearance might smooth any feathers the mess had ruffled. But to my surprise, instead of being greeted by an angry stranger, I was met with the spymaster of the Night Court.

Azriel.

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“We need your help with Y/N,” Nesta announced as soon as she arrived in Azriel’s office. The spymaster let out a long sigh, putting his papers to the side and giving his sister-in-law a weary look.

“I thought I already said I wasn’t going to spy on your mate.”

“We’re not asking to spy on her,” Nesta huffed, “we’re asking you to find her.”

Azriel’s eyebrows shot up and he straightened, suddenly engaged in the conversation. “You lost her already?”

“We were working,” Nesta hissed. “She moved out of the inn and she didn’t leave an address. We need to find her soon because that useless innkeep didn’t even bother to give her our first message.” The Valkyrie’s face reddened, her notorious temper flaring once more.

“There weren’t any messages left here for us, were there?” Cassian added hopefully, placing a comforting hand on the small of Nesta’s back.

“No, noth—,” Azriel began to answer, then froze. “Dammit.”

“What? What is it?”

Azriel rubbed his temples and groaned. “Yesterday the guards at the stairs mentioned someone trying to leave a message for you. They said it was probably just some well-wisher but—.”

“What was the message?” Nesta asked, bracing her hands on his desk. “What did she say?”

“They didn’t take a message,” Azriel replied, cringing. “They sent her away.”

“They what?” Cassian growled, his siphons flaring.

“They sent… our mate… away,” Nesta hissed. She had a wild look in her eyes that Azriel knew well.

“They didn’t know who she was,” he assured her, but the notion did little to calm the seething pair. “Look, I’ll find her for you. It won’t take long. Just give me an hour.” Nesta nodded stiffly, her posture rigid, and watched Azriel rush off to fulfill his promise.

“I hope—,” Cassian started to speak, but cut himself off.

“What?” Nesta prompted.

“I hope she doesn’t think they sent her away on our orders,” he finished, rubbing the back of his neck. Nesta’s heart dropped at the thought. Less than a week in and they’d already messed things up with their mate.

“We’ll make it up to her, right?” she asked, deep in thought.

“Right.”

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Azriel worked quickly, sending out shadows to widen his search. True to his word, it wasn’t long before he’d tracked her to the northern edge of Velaris. The apartment she had chosen was run down and seedy, much like Nesta’s first home in the city. He had no doubt she and Cassian would take issue with the location, and he made a note to remind them to reign in their overbearing side. He decided to confirm her location before returning to the pair and made his way up the cracked exterior stairs, past a heap of broken furniture and discarded trash. It was quiet inside her apartment, and he couldn’t distinguish her heartbeat from the other residents, so he sent his shadows underneath the door to verify she was home.

‘She’s inside,’ they whispered. ‘She sleeps.’ He called them back, turning to leave, but froze when they added another detail. ‘She’s injured.’ He drew Truth Teller on instinct, even though his shadows would have told him if she wasn’t alone. For a moment, he debated summoning Cassian and Nesta, but he thought better of it. If he didn’t give any details besides what his shadows had provided, he was liable to send the two into a panic, which was unlikely to end well for anyone. Especially him.

He pounded on the door and was relieved when he heard movement inside. She took a while to reach it, and when she finally pulled it open, his heart sank. One of her eyes was blackened and swollen almost all the way closed, and her lip was split like she had been punched. Her wrist was wrapped expertly, splinted to brace a broken bone there. “What happened?” he asked urgently, stepping past her to search the small apartment. The space was little more than an empty room, with a tiny kitchenette and mattress on the floor. Nesta and Cassian would not be pleased with it, indeed.

“I… fell,” she stammered, looking bewildered at his arrival.

“Fell from where? Have you seen a healer?” he asked, turning back to assess her. She seemed otherwise unharmed if a bit out of sorts.

“Down the stairs. And I am a healer,” she reminded him. “What are you— can I help you?”

He realized then that he didn’t have any explanation for his appearance at her doorstep, and decided he would go with the truth. “Cassian and Nesta just got back to the city. They asked for my help in finding you.”

“They… wanted to find me?” she seemed surprised and Azriel cringed internally. They certainly had come explaining to do.

“They did,” he replied. “I’ll let them know where to find you. But… do you need anything? Are you sure you don’t need a healer?” She shook her head, blinking slowly, and he made his way to the door.

“Wait!” she called after him. “Can you just, tell them I’ll meet them in a few days… when this isn’t so bad?”

“As much as I’d like to… I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep them away,” he said apologetically. “They’re… worried.”

“Okay…” she seemed resigned. “Can you take me to them, then? I don’t want… I don’t want them to see…” She blushed scarlet and Azriel felt a pang of empathy. He knew what it was to be pitied and he could understand her desire to avoid it.

“I can take you to the House of Wind,” he agreed.

“Okay, just give me a moment and I’ll be right out,” she glanced pointedly toward the open door and he stepped out. When she reappeared a few moments later, she had changed into a fresh set of clothes and let her hair down. It did little to hide the bruising, but he didn’t point it out.

The flight to the House was short, and Azriel could hear approaching footsteps as soon as they landed. He set Y/N down quickly, stepping away to create some distance, and prepared to play referee if need be. Nesta arrived first, breaking into a grin upon spotting Y/N’s small frame half-hidden behind Azriel’s wings. But her face fell when her mate came fully into view and she rushed forward, all but shoving Azriel out of the way with Cassian hot on her heels.

“Who did this to you?” It was Cassian who spoke first, his tone full of unbridled rage. His siphons were shining brightly, casting a red glow about the foyer. Nesta was wide-eyed as she reached out to touch her mate's shoulder, looking her up and down several times. Only Azriel noticed how Y/N shrank slightly under the sudden attention.

“I fell down some stairs,” she explained, cradling her wrist to her chest. Cassian’s hand left his sword, but he remained tense, his wings flared wide.

“Are you sure?” Nesta coaxed, her stare fixed on her mate’s swollen eye. The hand not resting on her shoulder was curled into a white knuckle fist.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked innocently.

“If someone did this, you don’t have to protect them,” Cassian explained, stepping closer to tower over both his mates.

“No one did this,” Y/N explained with a nervous chuckle. “Well, except the stairwell and myself. I lost my grip when I was moving in my bedframe.”

“By yourself?” Nesta demanded, sounding vaguely admonishing. “Why didn’t you have help?”

Y/N’s expression darkened and she pulled away slightly, causing Nesta to drop her grip on her shoulder. “I didn’t have anyone to help me. I tried to drop a message here and got threatened with jail time, so…” She trailed off, shifting slightly from foot to foot. Azriel got the impression that his brother’s mate was of the nonconfrontational sort, and this was as close to an accusation as they were likely to get. Sensing the tension in the air, he took his leave, disappearing into the shadows.

Meanwhile, Nesta’s eyes burned with wrath and she recoiled as if she’d been slapped, “They what?”

“They said you weren’t taking audiences, thought I was lying when I said I knew you,” she mumbled, looking at her feet. Cassian blew out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand down his face.

“They’ll be dealt with,” he said decisively, as much to assure Y/N as himself and his mate. He pitied the guards who had made such a grave error.

“I’m sorry,” Nesta said, her voice soft. It seemed to catch Y/N off guard and she finally looked up from the floor. “For everything. It was all a misunderstanding and…”

“Let’s take a seat,” Cassian suggested, gesturing to the adjacent sitting room. “I’ll get you some ice.” He stepped into the other room to make the request of the House, figuring now was not the time to tell her about its enchantment. When he returned, Y/N was seated next to Nesta on the sofa, her wrist still cradled to her chest. Cassian cringed at the sight of his mate in pain. “We should get Madja.”

She shook her head furiously, then winced. “We don’t need to bother her. I’m a healer too, remember.”

“Should you be treating yourself?” Nesta asked skeptically.

“I splinted the wrist just fine. It’s not a bad break. The rest will heal in time,” she explained.

“So it is broken?” Cassian asked, taking a seat on her other side. She accepted the ice gratefully and pressed it against her swollen eye.

“Not badly,” she said again, dismissing their concerns. An awkward silence settled over the three before Nesta finally spoke.

“We left a note for you at the inn,” she explained. “We had to leave for the Illyrian camps urgently but we didn’t want you to think we were ignoring you.”

“Oh,” said Y/N, not meeting their eyes.

“But the innkeep never gave it to you,” Cassian grumbled. “And then those Cauldron damned guards—”

“It wasn’t our intention,” Nesta cut him off, “to just disappear.”

“So you didn’t change your mind… about getting to know me?” Y/N asked, sounding small.

“No!” The two replied in unison, their tones emphatic.

“No, we were concerned, when we didn’t know where to find you. We do want to know you,” said Cassian. Nesta nodded in confirmation, resisting the urge to take Y/N's uninjured hand in hers. “If you’ll still have us.”

“Of course,” Y/N replied quickly. “I’m glad it’s not as I thought it was.” Nesta and Cassian shared a smile, their relief palpable. Just then, Y/N's stomach growled and she blushed, murmuring an apology.

“When’s the last time you ate?” Cassian asked. Nesta would have teased him for his mother-henning if it weren’t for her own protective instincts in overdrive.

“Last night,” Y/N shrugged. “I should probably go get something to eat—.” Before she could finish, there was a gentle thud as three plates appeared on the coffee table before them. Y/N yelped in surprise, jumping at the sudden appearance.

“What in the Mother’s name was that?” she asked.

“This House has certain… abilities. And a mind of its own,” Nesta explained. “I think it wants you to have dinner here.”

“And so do we,” Cassian added.

“The House is… magical?” she asked, dumbfounded. Nesta nodded, a glint of amusement in her eyes, and reached out to pass Y/N a plate. They sat on the couch to eat, falling back into familiar, comfortable conversation. Y/N asked them about their time in the mountains, listening intently as they explained the nature of their trip. The conversation led them to talk more about their jobs, Cassian’s role as a general, and Nesta’s work training the Valkyries. When they were done eating, both Nesta and Cassian noticed how Y/N eyes were beginning to droop. The House noticed as well, and a blanket popped into existence on Y/N lap, causing her to jump.

“We should get you home,” Cassian said, holding back laughter. “Are you sure we shouldn’t have Madja look you over?”

“No, there’s really no need.”

“Well then, how about that flight we talked about?”

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Flying with Cassian was incredible, but flying with Cassian and Nesta was practically euphoric. I couldn’t help but shreik as Cassian dove through the air, sharing a look with Nesta, who was grinning as the gripped onto him. True to his word, he carried the two of us with ease, never once loosening his grip on my waist. I directed them to the northern part of the city, trying my best to be vague about which building was mine. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, per say, but in contrast to their lavish, enchanted home, my hole in the wall felt especially humble. We landed on the street in front of my building, but it was immediately clear that both Cassian and Nesta were hellbent on walking me all the way to my door.

I didn’t look at them as I led them up the stairs, afraid of what I might see in their expressions. When we reached my door, I turned and shrugged, feigning nonchalance. Nesta kept glancing down at the stairs, her eyes drifting to the discarded, broken headboard, while Cassian was intently examining my front door. “This isn’t secure,” he commented, tugging on the old, rusted hinges. “I can fix it. Tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to do tha—”

“Is that what you were trying to move?” Nesta interrupted, gesturing at the splintered wood below. I nodded and she peered down at it thoughtfully. I opened my door and Cassian looked behind me, examining the space.

“Can we come by tomorrow? If you’re up to it, of course?” he asked, looking back at me. There was something so innocent about the way he asked, a hopeful look to him so at odds with his reputation is was comical.

“Sure,” I replied, unable to decline such a genuine request. The two shared a meaningful look that I couldn’t quite interpret, then smiled.

“We’ll see you in the morning, Y/N,” said Nesta. “Get some rest.”

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Big girl gifts and big girl rooms.

The first gifts

Isabela and Dolores are excited to finally get their very own big girl rooms. Both girls had been in the nursery with Luisa who was only a toddler at the time and sometimes didn't understand what Isabela and Lola were doing.

Plus both girls started school in September just after their fifth birthday. They deserved their own room to play and sleep.

Bruno came home the weekend before isabela's birthday and had the month off and could celebrate with his sobrinas. Bruno drove large forty foot supply trucks across the country. This meant he had a sleeper truck and hardly ever came home. He usually made an appearance for birthdays and holidays. Sometimes it wasn't plausible but he tried his best not to miss too much.

Pepa was working on starting a small business between her job as a waitress in the most popular restaurant in town, and being a mom to her daughter and an aunt to her nieces. Julieta was running a small catering business out of their home kitchen which so far had made excellent money. She was always left with large tips for excellent work. Agustin was a carpenter and Felix worked at his brother's outdoor company, usually installing pools and mowing lawns, it made good money so he couldn't complain and Pepa certainly want complaining when her man came home from work all sweaty and hot. She found the sweaty hardworking man attractive usually joining him in the shower before dinner.

The day of Isabela's birthday came and they kept it small, family only. She was showered with love and treated to new toys and dress up costumes. She had her favorite cake, red velvet with chocolate mousse, and she got her bedroom. The door glowing just like the triplets' had five years prior.

"go ahead sweetheart, it's ok." Julieta encouraged

As soon as Isabela touched the doorknob the door glowed and engraved itself with a floral design. Brunos eyes glowed green and yet another message tablet from their father.

"what does the tablet say?" Pepa asked curious to see what their father had to say about Isabela.

"it says, 'to my first born granddaughter, you may not know me but I know you. A beautiful little girl waiting to blossom into amazing things as she grows and learns. Isabela I grant you the gift to help grow plants by simply touching them, and the ability to make blossoms appear in your hands. May you use this gift to help the people you love. Your grandfather, Pedro.'" Bruno read.

"Who? I don't have an abuelo?" Isabela asked.

"You do, he just never got a chance to meet you. He protected me and your mami tia and tio when they were only bebés. Before you were born I came to grace this house for your mami tio and tia, by some miracle after lighting the candle it granted them gifts. Your tio Bruno has the gift to see the future and show small pieces of the past. Every time a new gift is granted he gets a message tablet like the one he read. It is his magic that grants these gifts and even in death he gives us messages so we understand the magic." Alma explains to the child.

"so I will get a gift on my birthday?" Dolores asks

"I believe so. The magic is still new to us so I don't know how it all works just yet," Alma tells.

Regardless Isabela opens her door to see the best bedroom a five year old in 2000 could possibly have. She has a Clifford themed room. It had decals of the large red dog and all his friends on the walls, and everything was themed around Clifford. The bed was made with brand new bed sheets that were Clifford themed with a red blanket that matched everything.

Julieta knew the room would need a facelift in a year or two but indulging her baby with a bedroom themed around her favorite show for her birthday was more important.

Pepa smiled knowing Dolores would love her bedroom just as much as Isabela loved hers.

Three weeks pass and many sleepovers are had in Isabela's new room. Until the day came and it was finally Dolores's birthday. Her new bedroom door glowed with potential, and after a trip to the beach to celebrate Dolores was excited to see what was behind her door.

She touched the knob and watched the engravings swirl around and make sound waves. Then brunos eyes out up in their signature green and a tablet placed in his hand.

"to my second oldest granddaughter, many words describe your wonder but I often describe you as an owl. You have bright eyes to see the potential, and a smile that lights up a room like the sun after a storm. Your gift is the ability to hear even the tiniest of sounds when you need to. May you use this gift to help the people you love, your grandfather, Pedro" Bruno read immediately, knowing if he hesitated he'd be asked what the tablet said.

When Dolores turned the knob she found her room decorated with strawberry shortcake. Just like Isabela's room she had decals of strawberry and all her friends on the walls. Her bed was made with strawberry shortcake sheets and a pink blanket similar to her cousin's.

The room is likely to grow with Dolores at least for a few years but by the time she's 10 her room will need a redo. But like Julieta, Pepa didn't care because her daughters happiness was all that mattered.

Following Dolores's birthday, Julieta announced her third pregnancy.

She knew it was only a matter of time until Pepa announced her own pregnancy since she overheard a conversation between the married couple a few weeks prior.

Not even a month an a half later and Pepa finally announced her pregnancy, and so the cycle begins. Again.

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if you had to wipe one lana song from existence and ur choices were love song or black beauty, which would u pick?

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Thank you for your message! Sorry Black Beauty, even though I love you, I really need Love Song in my life. I think it's just the most romantic yet sincere piece of work Lana has created ♡

Love Song is also closely associated with a very precious memory that I share with my long distance childhood best friend who's all the way across the globe. I flew back to her city for a week last summer. It was the best summer I have ever had - sometimes I still feel the grief of it being over.

I stayed in her apartment because her parents were out of town and we were just free to do whatever. We listened to a ton of NFR during that week, going on roller coasters, walking by the sea, visiting our old spots and what not. On the night before I left, I played Love Song on her old piano piano and sung for her.

We both knew that I would be leaving this country on a plane the next morning and she would come home to an empty apartment the next day. We both knew that nothing would ever be the same between us two, but in that moment we could still pretend that our years apart never happened, even though we've ran out of things to be nostalgic over.

So to the both of us, Love Song will always smell like the salty humidity in the low pressure air of her coastal city before a summer rain. That smell mixed with the sweet scent of graveyard flowers and memories is something I cannot lose.

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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter One

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Divider by @samspenandsword

Pairings: Chris x transfem!Vinny, Justin x Transmasc!Ricky, Chris x Justin x Ryan, Chris x Transmasc!Ricky, Ryan x ONBC, Ryan x transfem!Vinny, ryan x transmasc!ricky, Justin x transfem!Vinny

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town. They have long since been abandoned by the angel that had been sworn to keep them safe and protect them during the day while they were trapped in stone.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church to renovate and live in the space due to Ricky always found it as home as a child, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Outside of the church was mostly silent other than the soft noises of people talking and construction. It was a mild day at least. The roof had been fixed up and supports had been reinforced. People had been in and out of the church for weeks but now… This was a different sound. People moving in. Part of the church had been turned into an apartment-like space. Three bedrooms… and a kitchen and living room. It was nice at least and the Rectory had even had some work, plumbing replaced, fresh paint, and heating and cooling throughout the entire building.

Now, a black-haired man drifted into the building with a warm smile, blue eyes twinkling and shining as he carried a cardboard box labeled ‘kitchen’. He was followed by a curly red and brown-haired person wearing jeans and a t-shirt that hugged their masculine frame beautifully. “Ricky wait up- Holy shit it’s pretty in here- wait am I allowed to cuss? This was a church-”

“You can cuss. The gargoyles have heard me cuss enough when i was younger-” he said, stopping to wait for his companion, before looking up towards the rafters not seeing the gargoyles right away. Though when he spotted them near the altar- covered with some light graffiti he scowled rushing to them and set down the box, moving to get some soap and water and a brush. “Fuck- Vinny- Can you help me? Shit-shit-” he mumbled softly scrubbing away the graffiti, cupping Loyalty’s face gently, “Hey- Hey i came home. I’m here- Let’s get you cleaned up, Loyalty… Trust you’re next.” he insisted.

Vinny’s green eyes widened in shock seeing Ricky’s concern and they rushed over, quickly moving to help by starting on the worst- Responsibility. “So… these are your friends you told me about?” they asked looking at Ricky curiously.

The raven-haired man nodded, happy to see Loyalty’s face free of paint and staining. “Yeah. Loyalty, Trust, and Responsibility. That’s Responsibility you’re working on.” He explained, smiling softly up at Loyalty petting his cheek. “Guys this is Vinny, she’s my friend I made in Washington.” His voice was deeper, and his smile was just as sweet as when he was younger. He moved to scrub Trust of paint, his hand falling from Loyaltys cheek gently as he did.

Christopher had been irate when the construction had finally started. Finally, considering the builders and architects had been coming and going through their home for weeks prior to any work to their space being actually done, and to make matters worse… it didn’t actually scare off the teenagers. Some time back, it had become a popular dare for the local hooligans to see who could get in here, climb up to the rafters, and tag one of the gargoyles in the most inappropriate way.

The ones that had managed to crawl underneath them and managed to tag their groins certainly had reached the top of the list. The problem was, being able to wash away the graffiti from their stone forms was extremely difficult. They couldn’t move when they were stone, what were they to do, transform in the river and way for the water to rush by long enough to wash the dried paintaway? It didn’t work, and it didn’t disappear when they shifted back and forth.

Now, seeing these two moving into their home after desecrating the church by, by completely changing it. Their home, while holy ground to them, following the edicts of the angels, admittedly hadn’t been a place of worship for a long time. These humans coming in and tearing it apart, changing everything, it had Christopher seething from the moment they first stepped in here with their equipment, that was even before they started moving in today.

Then there was the two that came up to platforms where they were perched in their stone prisons, still, trapped and unable to move in the light of day. The voices, the voices had already drifted up here long before they did, hearing the other call him Ricky, and Justin seeing him once they’d climbed up here from that apartment space.. He knew it was him. It was Ricky. He’d come home.

Stone eyes watched Ricky as his soft touch scrubbed at the markings on the stone skin of his face. He looked, his smile just as it always was, there was no missing that. Though, he sounded different.. A good different. He sounded happy.

Vinny. Christopher blinking at this female that was cleaning him, her touch scrubbing at some of the multitude of markings that covered him. He did bear the brunt of the markings, his pride of place more prominent than Loyalty and Trust, he was the commander of the unit, and his placement showed it. In turn became the prime target for shenanigans. Did he question her muscular frame with her jeans and shirt, no, stone eyes merely regarded her curiously, still, refusing to be pleased at their presence.. Ricky, how could you do this to their home?

Ryan was in absolute disagreement with Christopher to his frustration to the updating to their home. With how long it had been since anyone of true honest religious intent had stepped foot on these grounds, it was about time someone put the holy ground to good use once more. To them, it would always be holy ground, because their work, was always going to be in the name of the angels. As long as they resided here, and still functioned in fighting their war on their behalf, they did their duty.. As long as they breathed, they fought.

Trust they would always fight, and Ryan, he trusted, and he hoped others would trust him just as much. He was glad to have Ricky home.

Ricky was scrubbing Trust free of the paint now soothingly humming to them. “I'm going to take some pictures of the gargoyles and find a better place for them. I was thinking the Rectory so that they wont be as accessible-” Ricky babbled sweetly with a grin as he worked finally getting the last of the paint off of Trust.

“I think the rectory would be perfect. Is that why you put in the window so we can check on them sometimes?” Vinny asked kneeling as she scrubbed the rest of Responsibility without much thought as movers moved some of their stuff up into their apartment across from the rectory.

The Rectory. It was where they retreated enough as it was, it was how they got cleaned up when some of their battles got, messy. If they couldn’t find other means. Of course, it was easier to use since the place had been abandoned and was no longer used to house the local parish priest. Ryan found it curious that Ricky would put them in there, however he was, it would be a place that could be closed off from the rest of the church opposed to here, and unbeknownst to him, had perfect balcony for them to fly from when they head out on patrol. They could come and go as they needed to continue their work, and it would be far less having to hide from the mortals down below in the church open space.

“Precisely. I figured it’d be nice for them to have a space just for them.” Ricky explained gently. “I'll arrange for the construction workers to help move them up to the rectory.”

Christopher wasn’t listening to Ricky, he was trying to focus on anything else but what was happening around him. Nope, not listen, he was thinking of battle strategy, and the report on the rogue vampire pack that had been trolling the east side of town last night that Justin had brought back to him that they needed to follow up on. Yes, that was what he was attempting to focus on, anything but the way Vinny’s scrubbing brush was moving over his skin underneath his belly. No, his body couldn’t physically react in his stone form, but he could feel every single stroke of that rough brush against the thick porous skin.

Ricky stepped back and noticed what Vinny was doing, sliding down to scrub Trust's crotch first, his eyes wide when he noticed there were actually… dick and balls. “Oh shit… well. Let's get you cleaned up. Loyalty, I'll help you shortly. Trust doesn't have as much paint down here i dont think.”

Trust wasn't too big but thick at least making ricky blush. He was grateful he had never noticed until now.

Vinny giggled and smiled softly, “it was a nice surprise.” She commented with a smirk as Ricky scrubbed away.

A nice surprise. A nice surprise, that was what the female said of scrubbing Christopher’s groin. Oh boy. It was blessing that is was mid afternoon and the sun was still out, forcing them to be rigid as stone, and not in the way that would make what the pair was doing to them even more embarrassing. It was a blessing, because hearing the way this Vinny just giggled like that and said it was a nice surprise, would have had him falling over with laughter, there would be no hiding, even trying to keep his stone form.. Thousands of years of keeping the secret wasted over two mortals scrubbing his commanders cock of graffitti. Oh, the angels. This was priceless.

Justin was no better, he was no better, until he remembered something, Ricky said he would be going next.

Shit.

He moved back to Loyalty finally and blushed seeing exactly what Loyalty had been packing compared to Trust. Oh. Oh. He swallowed cheeks burning as his mouth watered, “oh fuck I would take you in a heart beat if you were erect.” He mumbled.

His face burned as he realized what he had just said when Vinny snorted. “Size king.” She said softly, as she scrubbed a bit harder at Responsibilties’ length noting some stubborn paint.

“As if you arent a size queen.” He retorted his focus on cleaning though he allowed himself to let his fingers glide over his cock teasingly for a moment under the guise of feeling for paint.

No, no, absolutely not. Justin did not hear that. He did not hear that. He was not imagining that. This was Ricky. Ricky. Hear that. Ricky, whom used to sleep curled up in a pew down below, crying over his father being an ignoramus- oh that was, Ricky needed to stop that, now, immediately, Justin had to fight now to groan. Any sound he made was swallowed on the wind through the rafters of the Church, thank the Heavens, please, please, Ricky, just finish quickly and be done. Justin eyes were focused on the far beams across the rafters, mentally going over his different weapons that he had tucked away in his arsenal. His daggers, his blades, his dual warrior swords, those were his specialty.

Christopher was doing no better, he had started itemizing the reports one by one for the past week as he had run out of the vampire issue from the night before. Most of the reports were verbal of course, magically recorded rather than waste the likes of trees as per humans did. Vinny, Vinny seemed to be taking a prolonged time with her scrubbing. Ryan was done and moved on to Justin already, and Vinny was still at work, and as, as… he couldn’t lie about how… pleasing it felt… What was he going to do?

Finally, Vinny pulled back smiling at her work and smirked. “Okay. I’m gonna finish taking boxes upstairs- she said kissing Ricky's cheek before slipping off. There was a long silence before Ricky was satisfied and sighed in relief. “All better now… I’m gonna have you guys moved now…” he murmured drying his hands.

Oh, he could try to calm down now, Christopher was thankful that the siren had taken her hands off of him. Watching as she pressed that tiny kiss to Ricky’s cheek. Oh. Oh wasn’t that interesting. Ricky had said they were friends, but from watching humans over the centuries, most friends were less close in such a manner than that, such nonchalant kisses tended to be reserved for more intimate relations. Could it be that Ricky had found himself a partner?

Well, in that case, Christopher wished them well.

Of course, he would be infinitely happier for them, if the pair hadn’t decided to completely decided to upend and destroy his home. It was a Church, not whatever they were turning it into!

Ricky talked to the construction crew and they set to work to move the gargoyles into the Rectory, careful with the new drywall in the smaller apartment. He sighed softly, smiling to himself as he helped move things into the apartment with Vinny, setting things up. It felt amazing to be home and peaceful for once. He was arranging to have it still remain looking most like a church, but he and Vinny had decided the outcome of the building. It would be their home, along with being a coffee shop during the day and a bar at night. He had found a beautiful old bar that would be perfect for both and fit into the decor perfectly.

It would be a few more weeks until it was fully ready to open but Vinny had been delighted at the thought of opening the business. Seeing that joy alone was priceless to him… Beautiful and endearing… how could he resist?

He tied his long hair back up into a bun as he worked and helped with some of the smaller details in the apartment. It was beautiful and perfect in his mind. This was and would be his only home. It had been for so long already. And with his grandparents now… gone… he felt even more sure of himself that this was where he was meant to be.

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Finally, Ricky had finished up enough and set some coasters out in the Rectory, a pumpkin latte, black coffee, and a sweet caramel coffee with whipped cream placed in each one. The coasters were homemade one for each of the gargoyles. He smiled and looked at them exhausted, “Thank you for being here. I’m going to be here for you too.” he admitted softly, “Vinny and I are locking the church up now and I’m going to make dinner before bed. You’re safe now. No one will do that again to you. I promise.”

He left, flipping off the lights leaving the gargoyles alone with the beverages as the sun began to fully dip below the horizon. “Oh. And every day I finish my work I’m going to leave some drinks for you all to enjoy. The coasters will be moved to the bar.

Then there was the soft click of the door shutting and the sound of his footsteps clicking down the stairs.

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