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beyondthesefourwalls · 4 months

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An Aviation Special

Summary: You had always wanted to experience Mardi Gras in New Orleans, but when it starts to go sideways thanks to your travel companions, you fear the whole trip, maybe even the whole city, has been ruined for you. But then a handsome stranger swoops in when some drunk idiot gets too handsy, and your night takes an unexpected turn for the better.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Fluff galore, language, drunk idiots and handsy men, mentions of flashing.

Notes: Written for @thedroneranger's pick your poison challenge, with a Mardi Gras board of my dreams.

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You were doing your best not to panic, choosing instead to focus on the annoyance coursing through your body instead. Your sister and her friends, her stupid, reckless friends, had done what they always did and got a little too wild, and while you had slipped away to the bathroom, they thought it would be a great idea to switch bars. Instead of waiting for you, they had shot a text to the Bachelorette Bead Bash group chat that you had created, telling you where to meet them. Only now you were there, and they were nowhere to be found. And to top it all off, your phone was dead.

“Stupid, stupid bridesmaids,” you muttered under your breath, pushing through the rowdy crowd of people none-too-gently to get to the bar. You tried not to cringe when you felt how sticky it was, immediately withdrawing your hands. “Excuse me,” you said, speaking a little louder when at first you didn’t get the bartender’s attention. He turned to you with a bored, exasperated look on his face, clearly annoyed with all the drunk tourists taking up space. “Do you happen to have a phone charger? I just need it for long enough to make one phone call, I promise.”

“No, sorry.”

You groaned as he walked away without another word, resisting the urge to stomp your foot in frustration. This was just your luck.

“I don’t have a charger, but flash your tits for me, gorgeous, and I’ll give you some of these beads.”

You turned your head to the drunk idiot standing far too close to you, a scowl on your deep purple painted lips as he shook the aforementioned colorful beads in your face. He reeked of sweat and cheap liquor and his eyes were glazed over as he leered at you.

“How about you take those beads and strangle yourself with them instead?” you snarked back, and to your disgust, the guy and his buddies only laughed. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, turning away from him and taking a step to start forcing yourself through the throngs of bodies that were almost certainly violating some sort of fire code. You didn’t get far before a hand was grabbing your arm, jolting you back.

“Come on, baby, you know you want to.”

The panic was trying its best to creep up again, but the annoyance was also morphing into anger as you narrowed your eyes. You were contemplating the risk of slapping him across the face when a voice spoke up from beside you.

“I think she said no, man. But those girls over there look pretty eager.”

The guy almost stumbled in his intoxication when he turned to see where the newcomer was indicating, shouting in excitement at the view of three women standing on a table pulling their shirts up as plastic flung in their direction. Him and his friends moved in that direction without another glance at you. The bouncer of the bar was also heading their way, and you breathed a sigh of relief that not only were the guys leaving you alone, but hopefully those women would make it out of here safely, too.

“Pawning my problem off on other women goes against every feminist bone in my body,” you said, turning for the first time to put a face to the voice who had come to your rescue. You’re met with a startling pair of dark eyes and a jawline that should be illegal. His smile was warm and amused, and despite all the irritation you were feeling, you couldn’t help but take a moment and think damn.

“It seemed like they would welcome the attention a lot more than you were,” he justified, and his voice was as smooth this time as it was the first time he spoke. You gave a noncommittal hum in response, and he raised a thick eyebrow as his smile grew. “You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“Were you planning to?” he challenged, and you felt a fluttering in your stomach at his playful tone. You contemplated for a moment, eyes narrowed and colorful lips pursed. You could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as he stared back at you, waiting.

“Thank you,” you finally said, only a little bit begrudgingly, and the stranger nodded in satisfaction.

“You’re welcome,” he repeated. “Also, there’s a place a few bars down that has a charging station. I overheard you asking the bartender.”

"Oh my god," you groaned in relief, "are you serious?"

He laughed, the sound washing over you. He motioned for you to follow him through the crowd toward the exit. You hesitated for a moment, remembering that you were in a city you had never been in before during their busiest tourist week of the year, and you didn't know this man. But then a cheer came from the corner, and when you glanced over, one of the guys from earlier had climbed on the table and taken off his shirt, plastic beads flying everywhere. You winced and turned back, nodding once. As you made your way out of the bar and onto the bustling street, you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he navigated through the chaos.

"I'm Javy, by the way," he offered once you made it onto the sidewalk.

"Nice to meet you," you replied, offering up your name in return. He stuck close to you as he guided you down the overly crowded streets. You tried your best to ignore the lingering unease that clung to the back of your mind, but you found that his confident demeanor made it easy. "Are you a local?" you asked.

He flashed you a charming smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I used to be," he explained. "I grew up here, but I live in California currently. But New Orleans will always be home in a lot of ways. I take it you're not?"

"No," you snorted, narrowly avoiding running into someone running in the opposite direction. Your arm brushed against Javy's as you pushed slightly closer to him, and you tried to ignore the heat that the slight touch caused. "I'm here for my sister's bachelorette party. The city had always been on our bucket list to travel to together, but then her friends decided they wanted to overtake the whole trip and make it Mardi Gras of all times."

"I take it you don't like these friends?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice.

You gave him the biggest smile you had since you met him a few minutes ago, and he was laughing before you even spoke the words. "Understatement of the century."

You go on to tell him about how they had pretty much blown the itinerary you had carefully crafted as maid of honor, including how they left to go to the next bar without you, and then not been there when you showed up. You weren't sure why you were telling a man you didn't know all of this, but it felt good to say it out loud nonetheless.

"They sound like they suck," he said plainly once you were done explaining. You let out a very unladylike snort as you agreed.

"What about you?" you asked, "what brings you back?"

"Ironically enough, I'm here for my best friend's bachelor party. There may have been an incident with a few of the groomsmen getting drinks thrown on them, and I ran into one of my cousins at the bar we were just at, so I told them I'd meet up with them once they came back out from going back to the hotel to change." He flashed you another smile, his eyes shining with a genuine warmth. "I suppose everything happens for a reason, though."

You chuckled, and he winked as you arrived at what you guessed was your destination. Javy held the door open for you, gesturing for you to enter first. Inside, the bar was as lively as the others you had been to, but the atmosphere was strangely inviting. You followed as he led you to the back corner where a row of charging stations lined the wall. You tried not to groan when you saw all of them were in use.

“Clearly I’m not the only one in New Orleans who went out without a fully charged phone tonight,” you muttered under your breath. A gentle hand on your arm had you turning your gaze to the man who had led you here, his dark, kind eyes meeting yours.

“Let me buy you a drink while you wait for one to open up.”

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. There was something about Javy that intrigued you, a magnetic pull that you hadn't felt in a very long time that made you want to spend more time in his company. You desperately needed to charge your phone and get in touch with your sister and her friends, so you'd be waiting here no matter what anyway...there was no harm in a drink, you rationalized.

"Sure," you finally said, unable to resist his charming smile. "A drink sounds great."

You followed him to the bar, squeezing through the crowd until you found a spot where you could lean against the counter.

As you waited for someone behind the bar to notice you, Javy leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear. "What would you like?" he asked, his voice tinged with what you thought was anticipation.

You turned to face him, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot through your veins as your eyes met. His gaze was intense, yet inviting, pulling you into a world of possibilities. "Surprise me," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the clamor of the bar.

With a mischievous grin, Javy flagged down the bartender. You couldn't hear what it was that he ordered, but before long, two stemmed cocktail glasses filled with a vibrant purple liquid garnished with a lemon peel and a deep red cherry were set down in front of you. "Mardi Gras special?" you asked with an eyebrow raise. He laughed as he grabbed both drinks and then nodded his head toward one of the barstools at the very end of the charging station that had just opened up. You hurried over to it before someone else could, sliding onto the barstool almost clumsily. Javy made himself comfortable leaning against the counter beside your stool, facing you. He handed you one of the drinks after you had plugged your dead phone in. Making the conscious decision to enjoy your time with him as much as you could, you placed the screen face down.

"It's called an Aviation, actually."

He looked almost amused as he brought the drink to his lips. You studied him closely as you did the same, letting the flavors of the gin and lemon dance on your tastebuds.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's delicious."

"I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He watched you intently, and you didn't miss the way his eyes flickered to your lips when you licked away a stray drop of the liquid when you took another sip. The air crackled with tension, and you had to fight the urge to lean closer to him. He cleared his throat, looking away momentarily. You tampered down the shiver that threatened to run through you.

"So why'd you leave New Orleans?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"Work," he explained."I'm in the Navy, so I've lived all over the place."

"The Navy, huh?"

He hummed in confirmation.That glint in his eyes that made you feel like you were missing something was back, and your eyes narrowed in curiosity. "And what do you do in the Navy?"

A smirk played on his lips. He tried to cover it by taking another sip of his drink, but you saw right through it. He set the glass down, folding his hands together as he stared at you. "I'm an aviator."

You paused for a beat, looking down at the purple drink before looking back at him, the joke you had been missing clicking into place in your head.

"Okay," you said slowly, and Javy was already chuckling from his spot beside you. "I see what you did here."

His laughter was loud, but not obnoxiously so, instead surrounding you like a comforting warmth. You couldn't help but join in with him, your giggles blending seamlessly with his.

The atmosphere around you seemed to fade into the background as the two of you talked, the conversation flowing easily between you. The more you learned about Javy, the more intrigued you became. His passion for flying was evident in every word he spoke, and it was contagious. You found yourself hanging onto his every word, mesmerized by his experiences and adventures. And when you spoke, he listened with genuine interest, occasionally interjecting with laughter or witty remarks. The more you talked, the more drawn you felt to him. There was something about his easy charm and attentive nature that made you feel seen and understood.

Eventually, your phone buzzed with a notification, indicating that it had finally regained some charge. Reluctantly, you flipped it over and glanced at the screen. Reading through the few messages that you missed in the chat, you snorted in disbelief. "My sister and three of her bridesmaids started throwing up at the last bar they went to."

"Yikes," Javy winced. "Are they okay?"

Your heart fluttered at the concern he showed for people he didn't even know. Damn damn damn.

"They're fine," you assured him with a small smile. "The other two have already dragged them back to the hotel to sleep it off. Guess the night is over."

You felt sad as you said the words. The night had started a shit show, but talking to Javy had turned it around. You weren't really ready for it to come to an end just yet.

As you reached to unplug your phone, Javy's hand gently clasped yours, halting your movement. "You don't need to rush off just yet," he said softly, his warm gaze holding yours. "Why don't you come hang out with me and my friends instead?"

You looked at him in surprise, shocked by the offer.

"Don't you think your best friend will be mad that I'm crashing his bachelor party?"

"Not even a little bit," he assured you. "They're all good guys, I promise."

You chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated.

You knew that you should decline. Going off with a group of strangers in a city you barely knew didn't exactly scream "intelligent decision." Still, you found that you wanted to take him up on it.

Reading the apprehension on your face, Javy continued on, more eager now as he tried to convince you. "Look, as a Louisiana boy, I can't bring myself to allow you to leave New Orleans without actually enjoying yourself. You deserve to have a good time." His hand settled on yours again and squeezed gently. When he spoke, he was shyer than he had been all night. "And if I'm being honest with myself...the last thirty minutes with you have been the highlight of my trip home, and that's saying something. I'm not really ready for it to end yet."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You gazed into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit or ulterior motive. But all you found was sincerity and an excitement that you felt flicker in you, too. Against your better judgment, you nodded. You were tired of playing by the rules, tired of always being the responsible one. Maybe tonight could be different.

"Alright," you conceded, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Lead the way."

Javy's grin widened, and he intertwined his fingers with yours before guiding you out of the crowded bar. The night air hit you with a welcome change as you followed him through the lively streets.

His friends waited at a bar just a few blocks away. As you approached, their laughter and boisterous conversation spilled onto the sidewalk. When they saw Javy walking hand in hand with you, their eyes widened with surprise. Almost instantly, the cat calls started.

Javy rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh lightly as you leant against him. "Yeah, yeah. Knock it off."

He introduced you to each of his friends amongst their teasing. They were a rowdy group, and it wasn't hard to see how much they cared for each other. The camaraderie instantly calmed you.

It was surprisingly easy, letting yourself have fun with this group of strangers. They accepted your presence like it was nothing, involving you in every conversation and debate they had, and within a few hours, you felt like you had known them for a lot longer than you really had. The night continued on, a whirlwind of pretty purple drinks and colorful masks and exuberant laughter. Vibrant jazz music reverberated through the air, the streets full of purple, gold and green chaos. You could feel the pulsating energy of the city surging through you, and this is exactly why you had always wanted to come here.

At some point, Javy grabbed your hand, beckoning you to dance with him. You giggled happily as he twirled you. The world around you melted away, leaving only the pulsating music and the warmth of his touch. You were tipsy from all the alcohol and the thrill of an unexpected night with a man who made you feel something no one else ever has. You wished it wouldn’t have to end.

“Me either,” he said, making you realize you had said that out loud. But instead of feeling embarrassed at your slip, you giggled and leant into him further.

“I mean it,” you insisted. Javy’s smile had become familiar to you tonight, and the butterflies erupted in your stomach just as they had the last few hours when he flashed it in your direction. “You know, you’d make the perfect wedding date, if only you didn’t live so far away.”

He hummed in what you thought was agreement, but didn’t say anything. The look he gave you was contemplative, like there was something he was trying to figure out. “What?” you asked.

“When’s the wedding?”

You threw your head back in laughter, realizing what he was getting at. “Still a few months away. You’ll have completely forgotten about me by then, I’m sure.”

Javy's eyes sparkled as he pulled you even closer, his hand still holding yours tightly. "Oh, I highly doubt that," he replied, and the way his voice dropped sent shivers down your spine. "Seriously. When's the wedding?"

"The second weekend in May."

"If I'm not deployed, I'll be there."

You shook your head in disbelief as more giggles escaped, completely enraptured by this man. "Sure, Javy."

His smile softened and he raised a hand to cup your face, and you couldn't help but instinctively lean into his touch as his thumb brushed your skin. "I mean it. I want to be there. With you." You searched his eyes for a long moment, searching for anything other than the sincerity and tenderness staring back at you. You felt a rush of emotions when you found none. In that moment, looking at you the way that he was, he felt like so much more than just a stranger you met on a wild night out in New Orleans.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you raised on your toes and pressed your lips against his.

The kiss was soft at first, gentle and sweet, but it quickly deepened into something more passionate. For a moment, you hesitated, wondering if this was the right thing to do, but then you realized that you didn't care. You found yourself lost in him, and everything else faded away. All of the tension that had been building between the two of you that night was pushed into this one moment. You nearly stumbled at the intensity, but Javy just pulled you closer and kissed you harder. He tasted like gin and lemons and cherry from the purple drink you both had been drinking all night, and you realized it tasted even better from him.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, both panting heavily. You gazed at each other as you tried to catch your breath. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he brushed some of your hair out of your face.

You swallowed thickly before speaking, your voice trembling just slightly. "I want you there, too," you said, and you knew it was crazy, but you also knew you meant it.

A slow grin spread across his face, and before you could say anything else, Javy's lips were back on yours.

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Notes: I'm kind of feeling a part two? Maybe? I'm actually so in love with this man, it's unreal.

Thanks to @thedroneranger for the incredible banner, and to @roosterforme @mak-32 for their help, and to @sylviebell for catching an embarrassing amount of typos after I thought I was already done editing

#alli writes #javy coyote machado x reader #javy machado #javy machado imagine #javy machado x reader #javy coyote machado #javy machado fic #javy machado x you #javy coyote machado x you #javy coyote machado x oc #coyote x you #coyote x reader #javy machado appreciation

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the-moon-files · 1 month

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I was actually thinking about this a lot but like as an add on to your humans are hylian space orcs thing. I am in ✨need✨ of reader trying potions. Like;

"This potion will restore your stamina and boost your strength"

"Buddy that's just coffee"

"Qué?"

Even worse if when the reader tries it it's just like the most not strong coffee they've ever drank. Makes the guys wonder wtf makes humans need so much energy through out the day.

this is such a cute idea, i love how diet diffs/energy diffs in humans are space orcs aus, so genius to apply to hylians

the stamnia boost potion tastes just like instant coffee with powdered creamer (the kind at like car dealerships/shitty offices where its not even a little liquid creamer)

and u spit that shit out like wtf is this bs

and Four, poor guy who gave you some after talking a break from walking, is like "oh my goddess r u allergic?? can still breath???"

meanwhile ur like. "yeah this just tastes like shit-"

four: "oh well yeah, all potions do really-"

you: "-ty coffee. this is nowhere near strong enough to get me back on my feet ffs"

four: " 👁️👄👁️"

you: "u got anything stronger? :/ "

four: " w h a t ? "

cue u researching how to make stamnia potions, across the hyrules, and making them 10x stronger so theyre like an actual coffee shop kind of coffee, and the Links are literally lowkey scared

Time forbids you (and the rest of the guys) from letting anyone else try ur "improved" elixir (s)

bc yes, u didnt stop at stamnia

u moved on to healing potions, (u can now regrow limbs and heal broken bones, the hylians can only take like a 1/16th of a sip like once a week, whereas u chug the whole thing, and can do so multiple times a day if needed)

u also moved onto cooking, bc rlly how different is cooking from alchemy?

and goron spice tasted like goddamn dorito chips, so u used essence of literal lava to help make it more spicy,

ur not allowed to introduce this new spice to the gorons, Wild forbid, bc he was adventurous enough (and snuck behind Time and ur backs) to try some spice

(he literally touched the tip of his pinky finger to it, wiped it off, except for 1 like flake of spice too)

and it lowkey nearly killed him 💀

like had to use that 1/16th of ur extra strong healing potion and everything

u felt so bad, but he did do this to himself,

and Wild knew the gorons dont back down from a challenge, esp since it was originally their recipe, so he (and you) didnt wanna kill them on accident

the sleeping potion u found is just like taking a single melatonin gummy, so u ofc make that thing knock even you out after 2 sips,

needless to say, no one is trying that one, not only bc it knocked Rulie unconcious for 12 hours straight (u got him to try it after he exhausted all his magic healing, and so no nightmares)

but bc it knocked u out cold for 9. that was the scarier part to them lmao, was how affected is their human by this?

i like to think thats how they judge unknown foods and liquids too,

like "do you think this tastes unseasoned? ok should be perfect for me then" - every Link

"oh this didnt make u feel sleepy at all/barely tired? great, id love to knock out cold w/no nightmares tonight" - Sky, probably

"this tastes like that thing you call, instant cough? ko-fee? Cool, give me some i need to run up this mountain" - Wild, for the 3rd time this month probably

"this barely healed ur papercut? sweet, give me some my wrists are killing me" - poor Legend, he uses ur extra strength healing potion as a way to treat his arthritis regularly once a month, but the more chill potions for any leftover aches and pains, esp after long fights being hard on his arms

Chain is simultaneously still lowkey terrified u need that much extra oomf, esp when u run out of stronger stuff and have to down like 5 health potions to heal a cut that needed stitches,

and also worried u need that much and also Wild/Wars/Rulie tend to work overtime to make sure they have extra potions for you

and theyre also kind of impressed, bc hey, youre unlikely to get magically poisoned/potion poisoned like them

☆

sorry i couldnt think of as much as i hoped, i think its bc i rlly just need to play/watch more loz games besides botw/totk

i like know the vague plot of ss/oot/mm/tp/ww/hw and og loz games, but havent gotten into details/lets play or anything yet

i hope this was at least a half decent idea to think about/expand on urs, have a great rest of ur week, and thanks so much for the ask!! <33

Peace out,

🌙

#i tried to add a cut so this wouldnt be constantly expanded but i just had to trust tumblr for this one bc it kept unbulleting my stuff #i tried guys #sorry #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #linked universe reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #loz link x reader #linked universe male reader #moon rambles #literally just that didnt organize this at all rlly

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luffyvace · 4 months

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RANPO X LAZY MALE READER!!

Enjoy lovely readers! for these are the headcanons that won the poll!!♡

ranpo with a lazy male reader..an interesting topic

definitely. Especially since ranpo himself, is lazy

you two (dazai making it a trio) are the ultimate lazy duo

you guys never get work done outside your skills

maybe not even then

unless it serious y’all basically eat snacks all day and well…lazy around :)

Ranpo will only share some of his snacks with you

partly because your his lazy buddy and partly because your his boyfriend

even if you get your own if he runs out or sees one of his favorite snacks he’ll steal some of yours

To which you often move away from him to get him to stop

also don’t bother storing your snacks in your locker he’ll figure out the lock combo and eat them

bonus points if you break in his locker and steal his

at this point it’s a ‘would be romantic if you weren’t stealing it from each other’ war of buying each other snacks

also meaning you buy all his favorites and store it in your locker, knowing he’s gonna steal it, and he does the same for you

fukuzawa and yosano are used to you two’s antics of not wanting to do anything but kunikida just can’t take it

he thinks he might even go insane

actually this time

atsushi wouldn’t mind as much if your work load didn’t get dumped off on him

or if he didn’t have to clean up after you and ranpo’s snack mess

okay maybe atsushi is a little annoyed..

On the bright side you get lots of cuddles with ranpo

he’s the little spoon

likes to rest his head on your chest

wants to hear your heartbeat so he can fall asleep

your only complaint is that he gets snack and chocolate stains all over your shirt

even worse since your too lazy to do laundry

Oh well

if you wanna be the little spoon ranpo will whine and complain

“awhhhhh but m/nnnnnnn I’m so comfyyyyy”

you both keep persisting until you fall asleep

that cycle repeats every time you cuddle

even if he were to say yes you’d be too lazy to move

you’d likely end up just falling back asleep

ranpo would still get his way as the little spoon in the end

if you two live together oh boy you either call someone to do everything for you (kunikida)

or wait until said kunikida comes over,

turns on mom mode,

and scolds you while cleaning up + making dinner

it’s constant battles between who will do what

about literally anything too

”noooooo ranpo you do the laundryyyyy”

”but m/nnnnnnn I’m the worlds greatest detectiveeee, don’t you think I deserve spoiling??”

”you do but I’m too lazyyyy 😞”

”wowwwww so that’s how you feel about your boyfriend?? Your great detective??”

you: rolls over goes to sleep

”m/nnnnnn!! Get uppp! I did the laundry last timeeeeee!”

you, muttering before dozing off to sleep: “liarrr…”

ranpo pouts, flips over and goes to sleep as well

the laundry never got done 😋

honestly….how do I write these headcanons?!

you two are so lazy..! Nothing gets done!!

your dates are all in doors

there’s no cleaning

barely cooking

what do I say?!

I already covered physical affection too 🤦‍♀️

🧍‍♀️

stop being so lazy this is putting strife on me too!!

now I see how kunikida and atsushi feels..

what are we gonna do with you two..🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Wellllll…ranpo likely gives lazy kisses

theyre a bit long and not much effort is put into them, but love sure is

same with you!!

you two often give each other slow and gentle kisses while lazying around in bed<3

so cute!!💗

if you could ever get ranpo to cook somehow it may not taste good considering he doesn’t cook a whole lot..

your the same, except you get to choose whether your good or not

..laundry?

you rewear your same favorite clothes and ranpo pretty much does too

ranpo has worn your clothes before, claiming its his when you clearly remember buying it

you figured out it was yours but he was too lazy to take it off

“Awhhhh but m/nnnnn it took so much energy to get it onnnn”

”what?! I was planning on wearing that today!!”

”awhhh can’t you wear it tomorrow and I wear it today?!”

”only if you promise to wash it!”

”awhhhhhh!! 😞—

but I’m so lazy m/nnn”

he sits on the edge of the bed pouting

to which you take the opportunity to yank off the clothes he stole from you

”HEYY!! It took forever to get this on!! Don’t take it off!”

”it’s not yours! And if you don’t wanna wash it, you can’t wear it!”

”okay! okay! I’ll wash it! I’ll wash it!”

”good!” you: walks off to the car ”wait m/nn!! Come back! help me put it back on!!”

just for the record when you got back home it didn’t get washed

it got disregarded on the floor for a cuddles and kisses date on your bed

(yes your dates take place in your bed)

it takes forever for you two to arrive at work

your late more often than not

especially when debates about who has to drive happens

which is where kunikida steps in…again

he scolds you both for being too lazy to even move your hands and feet to get to a job which is very important because it brings in money that feeds you and..blah blah blah blah blah….

(you don’t even remember the rest you tuned out)

I honestly couldn’t choose as to whose more lazy between you two so I’ll let you do it

but in the case that your lazy and can still get some things done,

your really just burnt out not lazy yet it gets labeled as that

your tired from working and doing daily activities

especially if you have a cramped schedule like kunikida

well, maybe not like kunikida, just really packed

(No one can out-schedule that man I know it)

either way you likely do more cooking and a little bit more cleaning than ranpo

If your muscles are sore ranpo will give you a massage but your both laying down-

LOL

he might hire a professional chiropractor for a big event like your anniversary

also I feel ranpo’s love language would be quality time and physical touch

quality time because he just genuinely likes being around his boyfriend

it’s free and he feels good spending time with the one he loves?? Why not??

physical touch because it’s simply a easy and effective way for him to display his love to you

he probably leans more towards kisses in private

hand holding is his go two in public (mostly when he’s not eating snacks at the moment because he needs his hands to stuff his face—and so do you)

hugs/cuddles can go either way :)

Ngl the ada members find it cute when they see you two all snuggled up on the couch after eating a bunch of snacks

even if you two get on their nerve a bit, they can’t deny it’s truly adorable♡

thank you all so much for voting on my poll once again!!

I appreciate you all and deeply hope you enjoyed these headcanons!!!

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souryogurt64 · 2 months

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Did you know of/listen to FOB/Pete before reading Gray or did the book come first?

I knew about FOB because everyone did in 2013 but I wasnt really like A Fan until I read Pete’s book. Anyway this is my origin story

In February 2013 I was in 8th grade. And I was in marching band. So as you can imagine the biggest thing in the world was FOB getting back together and MCR breaking up. My songs know what you did in the dark was also on the radio 24/7.

Anyway, I was already on Tumblr to post about Supernatural. And the average 14yo used to be able to download massive zip files of whatever music was cool off Tumblr to their iPod. I remember loving Where Did The Party Go and listening to it on the bus. But to me this was just Popular Music like The 1975 or Bastille.

And there was also a website called 8tracks where everyone would make playlists about fandoms and you could download those too, and I remember Just One Yesterday was on every Supernatural fan mix because its about angels.

Anyway there was also something happening at the same time called YouTube Could Be On The TV Now and only one girl at my lunch table had this kind of TV so after school groups of people would go watch youtube videos like charlie the unicorn at her house and someone showed the Youngblood Chronicles because it was like the most edgy dark fucked up thing any 14 year old had ever seen.

I was a little excessively sheltered so it was too scary for me but I did think it was cool, however I distinctly remember being absolutely crushed when Pete came onscreen because they hyped him up as the sexy one and then I thought he was ugly as hell and had no interest in him. Sorry. I did understand Patrick was good looking but I didn’t like, care. It is difficult to comprehend this now but in 2013 FOB was an inescapable cultural phenomenon Happening At School.

Anyway because I was in marching band we went on a Band Trip and you had to use the buddy system but nobody wanted to be my buddy. So the band director made me and another unpopular girl named Jennifer be buddies, and we immediately ended up BFFs for all of high school. She was extremely obsessed with bands like MCR, Pierce the Veil, Slipknot, Sleeping with Sirens etc that were a little beyond Fall Out Boy in terms of edginess.

Anyway I started hanging out with her friend group which was like the emo lunch table. Out of all those bands I only could tolerate MCR. My mom also did not want me hanging out with these people because they all smoked cigarettes and had lip piercings and dyed their hair and had like a million stepdads.

Anyway pretty soon after this happened a bunch of girls in this friend group got tickets to see The Used and we wanted to be FRONT ROW so we slept over at Jennifer’s house.

At this sleepover we like made matching tshirts and listened to the Three Cheers CD and smoked tea rolled in printer paper (very cool) and double-pierced my ears because I didn’t have as many piercings. I screamed the entire time and everyone like permanently bent the toilet seat while this was happening and it was all very dramatic.

Anyway everyone had brought books and homework because we were going to get to the venue at the crack of dawn. Which was NOT necessary. NOBODY was camping for this concert. And one girl had brought Pete’s book and I ended up with it pretty quickly after getting there.

Once I started reading it, I couldn’t stop and was ignoring my friends and basically everything happening around me because it is the best book ever and I needed to finish it.

I read the entire thing in basically one sitting and when we had to go into the venue I had just a handful of pages left so I finished it between doors and the show starting and made my friend’s annoyed mom put it in her purse. Then we immediately saw The Used center barricade which was a very intense early concert experience. Bert is a really great live performer and was growling in our faces a lot and like biting wires and writhing around and there was the wall of death and a mosh pit and everything.

So as you can imagine this was all a permanently psyche altering experience for me but especially the book. Part of why I became so obsessed with it as a teen was I was really frustrated and upset everyone on Tumblr and every adult in my life hadn’t even read it but was so insistent it was a garbage book and it shouldn’t be my favorite. I brought it in for an assignment like 2 months after I first read it and got into an argument with my English teacher, who had actually been my favorite teacher ever up until that, and she was really condescending about it.

She gave me a B that was definitely not justified and probably the only time I’d ever gotten a B on an English assignment so I was extremely mad and like Needed To Be Right.

She was mad it was glorifying sex and drugs and mental illness or whatever and I was like arguing it was good and it was satire and she was like “this is absolutely not satire and its rotting your impressionable brain.”

Anyway I remember even on my first reading picking up on some of the Freud stuff and the use of racial terms which kind of clued me into the fact it was not being played completely straight and there was more going on. And I literally was right and it is the best book ever.

I read it over and over and took it to school and slept with it under my pillow from ages 14-17 until I discovered Green Day. Which is like a normal experience a lot of 14 year olds have with a book, but usually it’s like the catcher in the rye or whatever.

But anyway during this period I got super into Pete and Fall out boy lore and reading Chris’ journals because Pete is very cute and fall out boy are very good also

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burnedwriter · 2 years

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"A tiring journey"

A/n:sorry for delaying this fic for so long i have been feeling a little bit under the weather and now that im kinda better im able to upload again.idk how good the story is if there are any mistakes plz let me know

Warnings:none,sfw,angst/hurt to comfort?,scaramouche being scaramouche,scara calling you a useless worm

A/n:you and scaramouche are lost on your way to sumeru city,scara and you got into an arguement bc of it but this time it has an unexpected ending

"I think we have to go left???''

you said pointing to the map trying to figure out what was the correct way only to be met with a sign from scaramouche.you and scaramouche have been walking around for hours trying to reach sumeru city but only ending up going in circles

he was looking away from you with his arms crossed even though he wasnt looking directly at you you could feel his eyes like daggers at the back of your head

''or right?'' you said

With that he snaps walking aggresively towards you and grabbing the map out of your hands,making you jumpa bit from the sudden action

''give me this thing,or else we will stay here for an eternity,you clearly dont know how to do onething correctly,you useless worm''

though you are used to his mean words since you knew scaramouche can be very moody at times sometimes they didnt fail to hurt you deeply even if you didnt want to admit it.Ever since you met him,you had a difficult time getting along,his arrogant didnt make it easier either constantly looking down on you

you didnt say anything back not wanting to start a fight that you knew it will lead to nothing at the end

''we have to take a left then go straight and finally we are going to reach sumeru city''

you only nodded as a response and followed behind him

the silence between you growing louder and louder

you started to question why did you chose him as to be your travel buddy? was it his looks or that you secretly liked his rude attitude?

every time you talked to him you couldnt help but stare at his indigo eyes,occasionally you could see him blushing but given that he would always turn his gaze away from yours you couldnt put your finger on it if it was true

lost in your thoughts following behind scaramouche, sumeru city could be seen in the distance finally both of you would be able to take some rest from this long journey

breaking the akward silence between you scaramouche says

''if it wasnt for me,we would still be going in circles,you are a burden to my journey''

that was it you have had enough of his arrogant attitude.

''if im such a burden to your journey why dont you leave''

tears of anger threatening to leave from your eyes,the lack of sleep trying to reach the city has had a tall on you and scaramouche's attitude didnt make it any better.though its true you didnt know why he sticked with you if he didnt like you and thought you were a burden.

scaramouche turned around and looked at you after what you said,his frowned brows and hostile glare made it obvious that he was angry.

Great another one of your usual fights is about to begin you thought to yourself,but what you didnt expect was the sudden change of scaramouche's expression after he saw the tears still threatening to escape at the corner of your eyes,his expression now calm and relaxed unlike his previous one

he a signed

''come on,let's get some food and find a place to rest for the night,tomorrow we can talk about it''

you expected him to insult you like he would always do but this time was different,his response left you speechless.

''ok let's go'' you said still shocked as you followed him into the city

that only opened more questions about scaramouche,did he respected you for standing up to him?,did he actually like your company? did he actually cared about you?the questions are endless but you could only hope that they will be answered in the near future

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche #genshin hurt/comfort #genshin impact #genshin scaramouche

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spikedhe4rt · 1 year

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Ponyboy Curtis, the boy that sits behind me in English. He had the most beautiful eyes and nice hair with or without grease. I always thought he was so handsome since we played in the Elementary School Musical, Cinderella. He was Prince Charming but I got stuck with being an evil stepsister since I wasn't as good of an actor to be Cinderella like Stacy Lang.

Man, I was so jealous you could've seen steam coming out of my ears. After that, I found out acting was my true passion so I practiced till I got better. Over the years, my crush on Pony only seemed to grow but I just couldn't face him. I was an actor but I couldn't even act confident to confess to him.

I decided to keep my distance from him and give even more into my acting . Soon enough, the Spring Musical rolled around in school. The PTA ironically decided on Cinderella and I immediately signed up for a audition as Cinderella. As the day moved on, I felt as if someone was staring into the back of my head. I turned to find Pony staring at me.

Once he noticed me looking back at him, he walked up. I look at him hesitantly as he gives me a small smile. I decide to speak up first, "Hi, Pony, haven't talked to you in while !"

He smiles even brighter and speaks, "Yea, did you hear about Cinderella, its just like old times."

I let out a giggle and smiled lightly, "I know right, are you going to audition again, Prince Charming?"

He playfully rolls his eyes at my teasing and replies, "I think I'm just gonna go for stage help this time. You're gonna make great Cinderella though, catch you later y/n!"

I waved him goodbye with the biggest smile on my face. I looked at my watch and saw it was time for my audition. I rushed to the music room to find Mrs. Coleman waiting for me. She smiled and welcomed me in, "Hello Y/n! You may begin." I walked up to the singing stand and began. I closed my eyes to calm myself and try my best to hit every note and run.

After I finished, Mrs. Coleman told me good job and called the next person for auditions. I walked out then turned the corner to find Ponyboy and his buddies, Keith and Johnny. They seem to talking privately so I decided to keep moving till he stopped me.

He gave me that same old smile, "Hey Y/n!"

I smiled at them "Hey Boys!"

Two-bit and Johnny said their hellos as me and Pony start to talk. He gave me hesitantly gave me a hug as if he wasn't sure if he should. I immediately wrapped my arms around him inhaling his scent of Bergamot, Vanilla, and a hint of Tobacco.

We let go with smiles and I asked, "So what's up?"

He chuckled and said "I saw you coming out of your audition, how'd it go?"

I laughed nervously, wondering why he asked, "I feel like it went great, did you apply for stage crew yet?"

He nodded, "Yeah I actually did, I'm excited to see you act, haven't since 4th grade."

I giggled and formed a blushed hoping he can't see, "Thanks Pone! I'll talk to you later!"

He said goodbye and walked away with his friends.

**Couple Days Later**

The day was finally here, Mrs. Coleman is finally putting up the casting roles. I basically jumped out of bed this morning to get ready because of it. Once I got to school, I immediately ran to the music room. I saw the poster and scanned it.

There it was! Cinderella: Y/N L/N. I got the role!

After that, I ran down the hall in excitement, yelling and shouting for everyone to hear. Everyone was staring at me as I did but I was to happy to care. I stopped when someone tapped me from behind. When I turned I was met with a mildly confused Ponyboy.

He looked a little confused, "Y/n, are you ok? What's going on?"

I beamed at him and replied "Pony I got the role! As Cinderella!"

He gave the biggest smile and pulled me in for a hug, "I knew you would, Im so happy for you."

I wrapped my arms around him excitedly, bouncing up and down lightly. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours and hours on end. He then pulled away to look me in my eyes, "I really want to kiss you right now" I blushed deeply at his words before nodding "I really want you to kiss too" He pulled me in closer and closed the gap between our lips.

I'm Cinderella and I've finally got my Prince Charming.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy michael curtis #ponyboy imagine #darry curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #the outsiders smut

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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The first thing he sees when he blinks back to himself are his hands. His — clean hands, somehow. He rubs his eyes, opening and closing them rapidly, and — nothing changes. Somehow Lance's blood is gone, the deep red — almost black — stains removed from the training room floor. Keith stands on shaky legs, glancing over himself. His pants are dry. The smell of iron is gone from the air.

Did — did he shower, or something? Why is he still in the training room?

There’s — his hands are clean.

Why are his hands clean?

He gets up, starts walking. He leaves the training room behind, with its white walls and sterile air that should be ruined with the evidence of Lance’s — of the inside of Lance, and walks. He wanders up stairs he’s never been up before, in rooms he’s never seen. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s not even really thinking. There’s a heavy blankness, settled over his head, making his eyes dull and his skin grey. He’s not sure he’s breathing. Probably, he is. But he can’t feel it.

Eventually his stomach begins to growl. He's — when was the last time he ate? He can't remember. He better — he should eat. Maybe things will make more sense if he eats. He starts walking in what he hopes is the vague direction of the kitchens. He hits a few dead ends, but finally finds a bend in a hallway he recognises, gets himself on the right path. the closer he gets to the kitchen, the more he catches the faint notes of — is someone singing? Who could be singing? Who would possibly be singing after — after?

As he approaches the kitchen doors, the floating melody gets stronger, and he can hear it more clearly.

Spanish.

Someone’s singing — someone’s singing in Spanish.

Suddenly Keith’s hit with a wave of nausea. Something’s — wrong. Why is — only Lance sings in Spanish. But Lance — Lance bled out in his arms. What’s going —

“Keith?” Lance sees him through the half-open door, brown eyes wide and concerned. “You good, buddy? You look a little pale.”

Keith swallows. It doesn’t work. There’s no moisture left in his mouth. He stumbles, barely catching himself on the doorframe. The room is spinning, and pain blooms behind his eyes.

“Lance,” he croaks. He doesn’t know what else to say. What is there to say? What the hell is going on? How is Lance —

“Woah, dude,”’ Lance says, and rushes over to catch him as his knees buckle. Keith can do nothing but stare.

“Lance,” he repeats, broken and hoarse, because he doesn’t know what else to do. He can’t stop his hand from reaching out, tracing the contours of Lance's face with what can only be reverence.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Lance murmurs.

Keith's chin trembles. Déjà vù sparks up his spine, making him shudder, Lance’s voice now echoing with the voice of the Lance from two nightmares ago.

“Come sit down, okay? I'm gonna get you some water, maybe get the medscanner. Just stay seated, hun.”

Keith knows it’s bad. Lance only ever calls people ‘hun’ when he’s stressed, when he’s scared for someone’s safety. The last time Keith remembers hearing it was when Pidge was so sick she couldn’t breathe properly on her own. But Lance — Lance shouldn’t even be here right now. Something’s wrong. something’s —

“No fever,” Lance mumbles. The back of his hand presses to Keith’s forehead, his cheeks, the back of his neck. “When was the last time you drank water?”

Keith doesn’t — when was the last time — what’s going — something’s wrong — Lance is —

“I think I'm in a time loop,’ Keith chokes out, and as he says it he knows it’s true. Time loops are supposed to be the same day over and over, and this isn’t, this is a fresh new horror every single day and every single day is worse than the last. But it’s — there’s nothing else he can think of. “Or I’m in hell. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s insane, hell, maybe I’m insane, but you keep dying, over and over, I keep fucking watching you die, Lance, please, you have to help, you have to believe me, please, Lance —”

“Keith, breathe.”

Keith takes a great gasping breath, suddenly realising he’s completely out of air. As he exhales, his body comes back to him, He can feel the pulsing in his fingertips and dryness of his eyes. The dull panic starts to fade. Lance is squeezing his hands tightly, kneeling in front of him.

“Please believe me,” Keith begs. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Lance doesn’t.

If he has to watch Lance die again.

“I believe you,” Lance says quietly. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t stop to think. Keith exhales a sigh of relief.

“Okay.”

“I’ll help you fix it.”

“Okay.”

“Keith. Baby.” Lance squeezes his hands again, three times, quickly. “Look at me.”

Keith eyes burn, dry from staying open for who knows how long. He’s afraid to move, afraid to blink, afraid to blink.

But Lance is brushing his thumb over Keith’s knuckles. Gently. And he hasn’t moved from his crouched position in front of Keith, waiting, patient and gentle.

He looks up. Lance smiles at him, careful and reassuring. “We will fix this, Keith. I promise you. I promise you won’t have to watch me die again.”

Keith trusts Lance more than anyone in the universe.

He doesn’t believe him.

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I needed a couple of hours to sort through my thoughts about 7x04 - because I was busy screaming, crying, kicking my feet giggling - but now I just gotta say, before I dive into any details: I AM SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY.

As a bisexual myself who realized she‘s always been bi at the ripe age of 30 and after already being very married to the very male love of her life (which wasn’t at all changed by the realization), seeing bi characters having their ‚oh‘ moment later in life than in their teens is SO VALIDATING.

I love how yes, there have always been hints and it makes sense for the character but they actually gave Buck the space to find out this new thing about himself. They showed an adult man figuring this important part of his identity out when he was ready for it. Without it being induced by trauma or relationship troubles. That is so so so meaningful and so so so beautiful at the same time. I legit CRIED LIKE A BABY watching Buck‘s face go ‚oh I see‘ after the kiss. He just landed in his body as the penny of truth dropped and he seemed so content it made me squeek. I love seeing our golden retriever carving his place out in the world and discovering how to fully embrace all of himself.

And I love he gets to do it with Tommy.

Yes, I am a buddie shipper and that hasn‘t changed. However, whichever way the show moves now, bi Buck means the world to me. And the way they are telling the story with Tommy in a gentle, realistic way, I hope we get more of that. Hell I even really like their vibe together. Tommy seems like he‘ll be okay holding the hand of a baby queer and help him dip his toe into the water. Wherever that leads, it was a genius decision to introduce him to Buck‘s story.

Now for the details:

This episode wasn‘t only beautiful, it was also hilarious. THE TOP GUN REFERENCE HAD ME HOLLERING. At that point I knew some queerness was gonna happen because you don’t make the queerest reference in movie history without reason. Also absolutely loved the sewer conversation (hooray for Ravi by the way, I missed that little dude) and the emotions Buck goes through during the conversation.

Buck‘s jealousy is as stupid as it is adorable and I have to say I did find Eddie the slightest bit unfair. He knows Buck has abandonment issues and still doesn‘t register that he might need some reassurance. Yes okay, I get he wanted a little payback for the Nathalia ‚she sees me‘ bs, but come on, Eds, cut the poor man some slack.

The acting in the episode? Chef‘s kiss. Oliver was amazing, but I don‘t see Lou getting enough credit. He already planted his visible interest in Buck in 7x03 nicely in that one tiny interaction at the end and he really delivered on the flirty banter in this episode. Oliver, meanwhile, has done such a great job at showing the gradual change in Buck and the nervousness and the curiosity and hopefulness it tugged on all of my heartstrings. Deserving of an Emmy-nom. Great Job, loved every second.

Maddy and Chim very also amazing in the ep, especially Chim clocking immediately why Buck really brought him to basketball. It‘s gonna be interesting to see their reaction to Buck‘s truth - if he‘s ready to share it yet.

The only thing that bugged me was that Athena‘s storyline felt very rushed. I liked the theme and I think it hinted at important conversations, but it resolved the conflict too fast and too easy - making said issues seem smaller than they are. I struggle to believe that they would let a POC kid off the hook that easily. I wish this was realistic, but I doubt it is.

Bachelor call was great, loved gossipy Josh (by god, I want more Josh, I love that goofball) and Chim going full fanboy.

Can‘t wait for next week and hope we get more Hen and Bobby there! I missed them this ep.

I am so excited to see where Buck‘s story arch will go next. I‘ll explode with happiness if it slowly drifts towards buddie, but I won’t be mad if it doesn‘t happen or if it does happen and the show takes its time to get there. A slow buildup for this would be chef‘s kiss and I have a lot of trust in ABC and the writers that this is how they will do it, if Buddie happens.

All in all: Favorite episode of all the series for me, worthy 100th episode, will watch a billion times, made me all warm and fuzzy and giggly.

#911 spoilers #evan buck buckely #bi evan buck buckley #bi evan buckley #buck #911 s7 ep4 #911 tv show #911 on abc #911 abc #buck bothered and bewildered #this is the bi rep I am rooting for #love how much bi rep is currently happening in fiction #if we get something similar for the bi girlies somewhere I‘ll be so happy #we won people we won #canonically bi buck #2024 the year that you are #I spend the majority of the week in hospital and this was just the pick me up I needed #GOD I AM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS #buddie

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mortifiedatbeingknown · 9 months

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"An Odd Little Thing" (Pt. 10)

Masterpost:

“Monster?”

It couldn’t be. No, no, it couldn’t. But there was no other way. That was… He turned off his optics and turned them back on. Still the same. This wasn’t an error with new hardware.

The face in front of him was round and a little squished, with big, dark eyes, a wide nose,full lips, and a furrowed brow. There was a line of darker skin over her cheeks; the rest was pale. There was a mole on her chin.

“Monster?” He squeaked again, looking around. Its voice had been just there. Where was it?! “Monster!”

“Right here.” The girl’s lips moved. It was the exact same voice.

…

…Does not compute.

“Huh, I guess you’ve never seen me clearly before now, right?” She shrugged, making her ponytail bounce. “Well…this is what I look like. D-don’t stare. ”

No, no, that wasn’t it at all. He started to shake his head, but then his fresh eyes picked up the red jacket, the one that had previously only been a cracked blur. He saw the bug-eyed goggles that hung down from her neck. The black mask bundled around her chin. These all belonged to the monster, he knew that. He had seen them day after day from his old masters’ window. But then that would mean… that would mean…

“Monster.” He said this time, not a question, but a statement. He saved her facial features to his internal database.

Behind him, the shop man chuckled. “Why does he call you that anyways?”

The monster snorted. "Really doesn't like me, that's my guess."

"A-a-a-a-a-a-acckckkxhsuioksskksksh–"

But his voice box crackled out before he could give a proper answer.

“Oh! That reminds me.” She said. “Would you have any voice boxes on hand, too?”

“Sorry girlie, I double-checked. You’ll have to find it somewhere else.”

She sighed. “Figures. So, how much do I owe you?”

He let his eyes drift over to his surroundings as the two began to argue over price, the shop man cheerful and booming, the monster curt and tight-lipped. It was nice having clear vision again, but he didn’t want to get too attached either. Optics were easy to crack and expensive to replace, and they were often the first thing to break. He let the color drift by: The striped walls of the tent, the rows and rows of shelves and hooks and racks filled with colorful fabric and sleek, shiny mechanical components. It was far more advanced than anything he could be, the kind of androids his former masters were begging their parents for. It was his fault they couldn’t, since he existed, they didn’t have need for another robot. Now that he was gone, did they get it? Were they happier?

He hoped so.

“--And that’s the final offer.” The monster finished.

“Deal.”

He turned to see them shaking hands, and he could see every wrinkle in Shop Man’s grip and every stitch in the monster’s gloves. When the man caught him staring, he smiled.

“Well, what do you think, buddy?”

He checked his diagnostics. “Visual sensors functioning at optimum capacity.”

“That’s great to hear!”

“Indeed it is.” The monster added, though she seemed a lot less pleased. “Listen, Mac, it’s been great, but the sun’s going down, and I’d better…”

“Oh, of course, of course! Thanks for stopping by!”

He waved goodbye as the monster picked him up and tucked him safely under her jacket again. It was a little sad, having the world zipped up to nothing but dark red when there was so much he could’ve looked at now, but at least it wasn’t the backpack. Besides, now his eyes were good enough now to be able to see the little bits of fuzzy hanging off of the inside of the coat. It was something to look at. As the monster began to move, he lost himself again in the sound of her heartbeat.

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The sunset was particularly pretty today.

It wasn’t the sort of thing she usually noticed, or cared to notice, anyways. These days, it was just easier to keep her head down. THe less she dawdled, the fewer chances for pickpockets. If she wasn’t outside, she didn’t have to worry about getting attacked or reported, or approached for conversation.

Her father had never liked that, back when he was still…around. He'd gently slap the back of her head and urge her to keep her head up, to breath the fresh air, to stare at the flowers, to never forget that even though they worked with the mechanical and the artificial, they were just as much a part of the natural world as any other human. It fed them nourished them… the least they could do was respect it.

…But it hadn't saved him, no matter how fervently he'd respected it. The disease that destroyed him from the inside was just as much a part as Mother Nature as anything else, had it not? Why should she give a damn for something that took away what she loved most? If her father had been artificial, she could've fixed him in half an hour flat. If she had been mechanical, she could have simply replaced her heart when it broke so that she wouldn't have to deal with its constant aching. It had been their humanity, their messy, bloody, emotional humanity that had spelled the end for both her and her family. And for that, she could never forgive the world. Never.

Still, the sunset was pretty. She wondered why she'd noticed.

Perhaps it was due to the robot in her jacket, whose servos thrummed and purred like a contented cat. It still hadn't come down from the high of those new eyes. Even now she could feel it shifting, straining against the thin fabric to try and see something beyond its current trappings, trying to soak in everything about the world outside as fast and as much as it could.

In a strange way, that desire had infected her too. There were so many things to see… the intricate cracks in the concrete that spread out like delicate spiderwebs,weeds sprouting up from between the cracks. The way her boots left ripples on the puddles left from a recent rain, leaving tiny waves that set floating twigs and dead leaves bobbing up and down, little boats in a little ocean. When she looked back,a crisp breeze blew back her hair, rustling patched-together curtains and damp, hung-out laundry still yet to dry. And over it all, coating every edge and plane and corner with its darkening brush was the sunset,red and yellow fading into the deep purple of the oncoming night. Whatever stars that dared to poke out of the gathering clouds tonight would be obscured by the flicmering of the city lights, and for the barest glimpse of a moment, she could feel the same rage her father had felt at the injustice.

It's…

She unzipped her jacket slightly, only enough for the robot to poke its head out.

"How about it?" She whispered, letting him take it all in.

The air filled with static as the robot began to cry.

#whump #whumpee #whump writing #robot whump #reluctant caretaker #odd little thing

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nescaveckwriter · 4 months

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Stethoscopes & Triangles - Chapter One ❤️‍🩹

Sam Winchester x Reader (Aka - Amy Summers)

A/N: Heya bugsie 🐞, here is another fanfic, about Sam & Dean, was requested by a beautiful anon 💕 (I hope you like it darling)

Side Note: Thank You Bugsies for the love and support, I'm open to take more requests, as writing is one of my favourite things to do

Warnings: Death, Swearing, Angst, Hospital Scenes, Fluff

Code Blue!!! Code Blue!!!!

"Dammit!!! The kid keeps coding, come on buddy, pull through for me" she whispers while standing over him, giving him chest compressions.

"Doctor Summers, its no use, its been more than 15 minutes, he's gone!" The male nurse exclaims.

Her eyes throwing darts, "Dammit Jeremy! The kid is only five, we owe him, we have to try just once more."

Shaking his head in disbelief, agitated he says, "fine do what you want!"

The sweat on her forehead is visible, determination evident, "1...2...." Counting the chest compressions underneath her breath.

Standing back, while they place the defibrillator once again! Seeing the little boy's body jolting up and then down towards the bed again, is just one to much.

"Stop! Just stop it! He's gone, there's nothing we can do now!" Her voice stern and emotionless.

Calling the time, while removing her cloves, and letting it fall to the ground, walking out of the emergency room! Walking towards the parents, ''Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, I'm so sorry but unfortunately your son didn't make it'' her voice disinterested. Walking away till the sobbing off the parents becomes more, and more distant.

''Dr. Summers is truly a very cold person, don't you think Judy?'' his voice bitter.

Scornful she replies ''Jeremy, we are not suppose to talk about other people that way, especially not Dr. Summers, she is absolutely amazing at her work''

''Just because she's great doesn't mean she needs to be such a jerk'' he mumbled bitterly.

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Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, her bangs still clinging to her sweaty face, her ocean blue eyes now, a distant grey, looking tired, trying to fight back the tears, cursing herself mentally for failing the little boy, recalling the crushed look on his parents face. Biting her tongue, the taste of blood, awakening her senses. Cupping her hands, bringing some water to her mouth, swooshing it around, then spitting the slightly red-pinkish water into the basin. ''Man Up Amy! Stop being a failure, you're such a disappointment to me'' hearing her father's gravelling voice in her head.

Hearing the chatter of nurses coming closer, locking herself in one of the bathroom stalls, their voices fruity, but hushed ''That Dr. Summers is real something, she's so cold, how that hot hunky boyfriend can actually love her, blows my mind''

''Tell me about it Claire, what he sees in her, I have no idea, yes she has beautiful long black hair, and those blue eyes, and quite a fit physique as well, but her personality is so cold and distant.''

''Oooh I'll take that gorgeous looking man any day''

''Oh yeah, we'll be a better fit anyway, our personalities is warm and friendly, not like hers.''

''They don't call her doctor cold for nothing'' laughing as they walk away.

Tears staining her velvety cheeks. ''Get yourself together Dr. Cold'' mocking herself. Unlocking the door, walking to the basin to wash her face. Dabbing the paper towel over her face, her mouth curved into a smile, revealing the dimples, Sam, amazingly handsome Sam, he always had a way of making her knees weak, ever since they met in college, they disliked each other at first, her nature hard and cold, and his soft, empathetic and so gentle, they'll clash about every little thing. They lived opposite from each other, but it changed one night, getting a 'D' in chemistry, and freaking out about it, she sat on the stairs at three in the morning, knowing her father is most probably going to kill her, she felt a big gentle hand on her shoulder, his smoky voice, full of empathy, ''whatever it is, its going to be okay.''

The two of them sat till the sun came up, shared stories about their father's and how if affected them. He asked her out two days after that, revealing he had felt this way for the longest time, and they've been going strong for a little over seven years. Moving in together was the next logical step after college, building a life together while she was busy with her residency and Sam serving articles for his clerkship, didn't come without challenges, but they made it, both of them have their dream jobs, and their good at what they do, even if it interferes with their social lives and especially their relationship, but their still holding on and going strong. The pager alerting her, there's yet another emergency, breaks her thoughts. Tossing the paper towel in the dustbin, she runs off to the ER.

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Unlocking the door with its detailed appearance, he walks in. Peeking in to the kitchen, then to the living room, shaking his head at the sight of her sneakers laying upside down at the armchair. ''Babe, were are you at?'' hearing her mumbling something that's she's in the bathtub. Peeping inside, the bathroom smells like lavender, the fragmented candles reflecting the glow on her fair skin, her long hair, tied up in a messy bun, her body drenched under the hot water and the white soapy bubbles, creeping up to her collar bone. ''Damn your beautiful'' his voice smoky and slight breathy.

''Hey babe, thank you, I missed you today!'' her voice tired.

Knowing her like the back of his hand, ''Sweetie, hard day at work?''

Tilting her head towards Sam, revealing her greyish blue orbs. ''I lost a five year old boy today, due to a damn drunken driver.'' her voice heavy with emotion.

Concerned look on his face, his brows furrowed, ''Love I'm so sorry'' walking closer, landing a kiss on the crown of her head. Placing himself down on the floor next to the bathtub, taking her hand, stroking her lean fingers. His voice low, ''What can I do?''

''There's nothing you can do, babe, you being here is enough'' revealing the pain in her voice.

Looking up at her, stroking the tears off her dewy cheeks, knowing, that she's a strong women, but not really the cold person, she makes out to be. He whispers, ''I'm here for you baby'' while kissing her softly.

''Thank you love, I don't know what I will do without you.'' replying breathy.

A corner of his mouth lifted, ''Probably pass out due to hunger'' trying to lighten the mood, he suggests he'll make some dinner, while she relaxes a little more, and when she's ready, then the the food will be plated, and they'll binge, one of those home renovation shows she likes so much.

''Sounds perfect thanks babe'' a soft giggle escapes her full lips.

Giving her a small kiss he walks towards the kitchen, wondering if she knows how much he loves and adores her, no one get's him like she does, that's probably why he is planning to ask the big question, once he's done working this big case.

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Chapter Two Here :)

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zinzabee · 10 months

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How do Leo, Donnie, and Mikey feel exactly towards Sharron?

Okay, firstly, I am SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER OMG T~T ...This is such a great question I wanted to make sure I drew stuff for it to go with the explanations. But I never got around to like, cleaning up the sketches I did to look nice and clean, and I got buried in so much other stuff that I dont think I'll ever get around to it. So I'm just gonna include the raw sketches, I'm so sorry! ;n;

LEO

Leo has a lot of respect and admiration for Sharron, and this comes from the fact that the first time they met, she literally gave him and Mikey (who were two complete stranger to her at the time) her mother's cloaking necklace in order for them to save Raph & Donnie. That kind of trust and good-hearted nature made Leo come to like Ronnie right off the bat. This...however, also meant that he was a little too eager to play matchmaker for her and Raph when they started hanging out more. But once Raph put his foot down, Leo backed off, and he and Sharron became great friends.

As he often does with the people he cares about, Leo likes to tease Sharron a lot and will take any opportunity he can to pull silly little pranks on her, just because of the fact that she's gullible enough to fall for them. She takes them in good stride though, and will get him back at a ratio of...probably 5:1 I'd say. One of Leo's favorite things to do is call her "Sherry" when she least expects it, because she tends to have a knee-jerk reaction to the nickname. She absolutely hates it, and he knows that. She would never actually hurt him over it, but she does fake out punches or push him over or light heartedly threaten him every time he does it.

DONNIE

Unlike the rest of the brothers, who came to like Sharron right away, Donnie took some time getting used to her. Not to say he hated her or anything, but meeting someone new and having a change in atmosphere with her around took time for Donnie to get comfortable with. He wasn't instant buddy-buddy with her like the other were, and Sharron didn't take it personally.

Eventually, once Donnie did warm up to her, they formed their own unique relationship. Since Sharron lives down in the Hidden City, he'll ask her to be his guide when he wants to sneak down and buy up merchandise he can only acquire there. She enjoyed showing him around and keeping him company while running errands. Sometimes they even get lunch. (Dee reminds her a lot of her own younger brother, Trevor, who's also a big geek interested in STEM.) Additionally, Donnie will often ask Sharron to "test" some of his new equipment as he upgrades it. Sharron has teeth, claws, and high animal instinct, so getting her to demolish a prototype in order to test durability is very helpful.

MIKEY

Out of the three, its safe to say that Mikey is the one who bonded with Sharron the quickest. Mikey was also there when Sharron gave them the necklace at first meeting, so he instantly liked and trusted her, same as Leo did. When he found out that she was into sewing & music as hobbies, he begged her to do collabs with him, which she was more than happy to agree to.

Sharron works a full time job in the Hidden City, so their projects aren't anything too elaborate. It's all for fun and the joy of creative process rather than rushing to finish. Everyone loves when Sharron bring her guitar when she visits the lair, but Mikey especially loves performing with her, freestyling lyrics while they dance around together. Mikey also treats Sharron in a similar manner that he treats Raph; in that he likes to climb on her back or cling to her in scary situations. While Ronnie doesn't normally like to manhandle others normally (out of common courtesy, of course), once Mikey gives her permission to, she is more likely to be seen throwing him over her shoulder to carry him, or picking him up by his shell and whatnot. She doesn't do this with the others though, only Mikey, because he told her she could.

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toxicanonymity · 9 months

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raider read-through by @milla-frenchy

toxicanonymity: I'm so honored that you re-read him like this 🥹. This commentary is so impressive and generous. Note to readers, this is best if you're familiar with the stories. - most of the quotes are individual like if there are 4 lines listed they're not together in the story.

TRIGGER WARNINGS FROM EACH STORY APPLY: Raider Joel Master List

milla-frenchy asked (1.7k words):

Hey :)

I have so many fics to read but what do i do? I re re re re read Raider^^

I picked some moments in each chapter (I could write a thesis on this series lol)

Original

"Tired of you rookies," Miller says. "Show some respect."

The definition of irony

TOX: Yes, if you didn't know what the fic was about, you might think he's talking about respecting her 😳 all about himself.

The brutality in this chapter is impressive:

"Now, you're gonna suck this cock and you're gonna like it, understand?" He strokes himself and his brow furrows as he looks at you.

"Cause you don't want me passin' you to those guys, trust me."

“Where do you want it, sweet pea?” He squats down and fingers you.

“Good thing I kept ya all for myself. They would’ve ruined this pretty little hole.”

This chapter installs Raider's inflexibility and harshness. I like that he tells reader to look at him, thinking to the last chapters where he has now trouble watching her. TOX: Bingo. Raider's eye contact.

Failed rescue

This is the chapter where I find Raider the most "funny" I think. I love his dark humor and the nicknames he gives Jack (lover boy, Romeo, buddy...).

“Oh, she’s fine . . .” Joel says.

"Doin' great, sweet pea. Pants off, now. Just like before." He looks at Jack.

"Same way as before?" Joel asks. Jack whimpers and you don't want to face him.

"Well damn," Joel chuckles proudly. "Hear that? She wants the D," he says to Jack,

“Doin’ great, baby. Now let’s show’m how good you take a real cock.”

He's awful with Jack (but i love it) (but he's awful)

The whole passage with the guns establishes his dominance (the exchanges of guns he uses on reader, the places where he uses them)

Jack never does something against it. Of course he remains calm so that reader does not suffer consequences, but we do not imagine for a moment that he can put Raider in difficulty. Raider's humiliation towards him goes so far as to make him get naked.

Joel looks Jack up and down and smiles, bemused. "Turn you on? . . . Get to it, then." You wonder if Jack was aroused. Jack whimpers. "Go on. It's there, might as well jack it." You don't know what to think about Jack being aroused. "Hell, finish before me and I might let you live."

He's so sadistic

"Takin' you with me," Joel pants as he fucks you. Then he thrusts deep inside you and stays there. "I'll take care of ya. Won't let anyone touch ya"

THE kind of sentence that makes me melt, even when it's spoken by a guy capable of the worst

Stash house

One of my favorites

I love that he breathes her scent during the ride

My favorite passage: after he hits one of the men, he takes her in front of everyone else. It's horrible, but... Its power, its dominance are disconcerting. The whole scene is one of the most exciting thing I've read.

One sentence in particular is so hot for me:

Joel's massive hand holds onto the edge of the dirty mattress for leverage, another hand on your shoulder as he rails you for the third time today, harder than ever.

I've read this sentence so many times! I like the precise description (and the position is hot)

Yet the way you describe it is not romanticized at all (maybe i I'm doing a disociation every time I read it, saying to myself no, the other guys aren't here)

Failed escape

The parallel between the men of Fedra and Raider was maybe the beginning of the Raider!PRtour^^ TOX: 😭

Raider who calls them animals always makes me laugh

The whole passage in the van, in this chapter, is sooooo hot

The stage where he undones his belt, unzips his jeans, then :

"You want this?" You nod almost imperceptibly, then he says, "Go ahead." You sink onto him with a soft gasp. “That's right, take it," he says. He puts his hand over your mouth and pulls you down, breathing, "yes." Then he sighs "Ahh," as his girth parts your insides. He has to use both arms and a thrust to bury himself entirely, then your body’s flush with his.

And

He inhales deeply through his nose and puts his arm flat on your back with his strong forearm resting along your spine and his hand firmly gripping the nape of your neck. He forces you down, and you fold forward with your head near your knees. Then he covers your mouth tight with his other hand. His arm presses down on your back as his hips lift up into you. He grunts as he erupts inside you.

It's so hot, but frankly the whole journey, where she's impaled on his cock, is a hot masterpiece. (I already told you but I LOVE the way he holds her and makes her move) TOX: Thank you. I'm always a fan of being impaled on a cock and an anon said they got their first penetrative orgasm with this one.

The guy who calls him a maniac^^

He slides his hand between your legs and shoves his middle finger right inside you.

Once again he fingers her without warning (already in chapt 1), and each time I think what the hell? (as if the guy hadn't kidnapped and raped her, but the fingering with no preparation hell no...) (i know you wrote she was still wet but !) (I don't know why these moments shock me considering everything else lol)

Then two sentences that bring down the temperature immediately

“He can’t watch her 24/7 forever.”

And

"You're gonna have to be brave for me in a minute, baby."

I love backlash.

J. Miller

Carving and ass claiming in a single chapter. Wow. That's why you're the queen of depravity^^

I noticed a detail for the first time:

When he asks her a question that involves a choice, he either "congratulates" her (chap 1 when he asks her where she wants him « good girl », and chapter 2 when he asks her the same question « "Alright then," Joel nods in approval. "Let's see those titties.")

Either he responds in an "accommodating" way

"Wanna pick a side?” “No.” You’re too tired to think about it. “You sure?” “I don’t care.” “Then we'll do both."

He is rather diplomatic and accommodating when he wants. Since the beginning. Well, yeah, doing both in not SO great, but i mean he doesn't get mad or degrade her verbally.

TOX: This is something I miss doing with him, making her choose what he's going to do to her or how. "We'll do both" kinda teaches her that she should choose or else. Now that she wants so much from him, it's not as common.

His remarks about the other girl, his threats :

"Careful, sweet pea. You'll get what you ask for and a whole lot more."

"Ya know, there was a girl at that house today. Sucked some damn good cock."

"Coulda left ya with FEDRA, taken her home. Woulda been easier."

"There's somethin' about ya, sweet pea." He looks concerned by what he's saying. "Not everyday I make someone mine." He sighs. "But god damnit, you better behave."

Make the chapter truly oppressive. The finale with ass fucking and overstimulation (he comes down on her just to have another one, as he told her) is so dark.

Home

What about some Chef Boyardee after a gentle first sodomy? TOX: LMAOOOO

This chapter is a roller coaster. After the violence of the previous chapter, he feeds her. Then she kisses him (would have done the same) and he pushes her away. Harsh. But totally understandable as to his psychology. TOX: and he gave her a little taste before he realized what he was doing. so we know he has it in him. . . one of these days he won't react that way 💗

Company

I think I was in almost the same state of mind as reader in this one, so afraid that he fucks the other (poor) girl

Joel unbuttons his pants and looks at the girl menacingly

He unzips his tight jeans and takes his semi-hard cock out. He asks you, “Where should I put it?”

“Do you have to put it anywhere?” you whimper. (this one made me laugh)

He spits on his fingers and turns to face you. He keeps his knuckles facing you as he reaches back and slaps her pussy without looking at her. She yelps. He keeps his hand there and rubs her clit while he stares at you with his hard dick in his other hand.

“Don’t stop,” Joel cautions. “Or I’ll do it myself, and not with the gun.”

He’s facing her side and looking at you as he pumps himself. He straddles one of her legs and you whimper. He points his cock at her pussy, then he looks at you again as he strokes himself and comes on her ass. TOX: pretty animalistic in wanting to use his cum possessively.

So violent. Emotionally and physically

“SWEET PEA!” "WHERE ARE YOU BABY?"

I love how he worried about her

He takes his hard cock out, gathers saliva in his mouth, then looks down to his lap and spits on it. Then he wraps an arm around you, holding you into his chest, and lifts you up to get clearance. He pulls your panties to the side and you gasp as he impales you.

Hot

The hand that cradles your head begins to fist your hair. He breathes vocally, then he groans as he forces you all the way down on his cock. He keeps you down, with all of him inside you, filling you all the way up.

HOOOOOT

And then his reaction when she tells him she loves him. We see that he is no longer the same as in Home.

The missionary ! <3 <3 <3

And the kisses, saying her nickname during his sleep <3 <3 <3

Gun hug

This one had a real impact on me, I took a big slap.

I liked the dialogue at the beginning of the chapter between the two of them. He who gets carried away, she who temporizes. It was interesting to read the exchanges.

Until the passage where he gets angry because she says no when talking about her chest. I thought, "Fuck, he's still so fucked up". We are facing two Raiders. The one when they met, and the one he probably thought was dead in him. And I think he realizes, more or less consciously, that he's still there, and that reader wakes him up. And he obviously doesn't know how to handle it at all.

TOX: Well put! The word "no" is a trigger to him here since it threatens his dominant identity. He's probably especially on edge Since we see a hint of guilt after he spanks her, hopefully this will improve.

The rest of the chapter is a Tarentino-style scenario with weapons, deaths, sex, all at the same time. Perfection !

And the end with the kiss on the forehead, where the chapter had almost begun with a spanking. Damn.

So many rollercoasters in this series. I love it :)

And i love reader so much, she's brave :)

Have a good day !

(Oh my god i got carried away :D)

TOX: Thank you!!! Have a beautiful day.

Now anyone who's sad or mad at him, read this and check out the raider!analysis and raider!PR tour tags lol.

Also check out this collage by Milla <333

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kiss-me-muchoo · 2 years

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿ This is connected to Parallelism // continuation of Pumpkin Slayer.

✿ Respective order here: MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Reader (pumpkin) and Eddie have a sleepover, Steve is not okay with the idea:)

Warnings: Reader’s official nickname is pumpkin/ One hint-mention to sex, micro talks of giving birth/ its implied reader is short and speaks Spanish/ “Graphic” talks of body dysmorphia, eating disorders, self harm, anxiety, self love (DO NOT READ THIS if you are uncomfortable with these themes) pre fluff?/ my way of writing can be CRINGE

A/N: They’re really falling in love🥺

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Why I can’t get 0 on this shit? ugh.

you think in your head, frying your brain trying to finish your math homework in Health class, so you wouldn’t have to do anything for the rest of the week. Beside you is Eddie, pretending to watch the pregnancy documentary that was on the school projector.

“Holy shit, pumpkin, look at that!” you stop working to see in his direction, then to the projector. You’re disgusted when a graphic childbirth scene was being shown, some classmates let groans and ew sounds. There’s nothing weird about seeing a poor baby trying to get out of her mother's genitals, but all the blood and fluids are… compromising.

“More than disgusted, I’m terrified” you express to your friend. It was weird, December was starting and Eddie Munson was your new best friend. Not that you changed Steve or anything, but you knew he had good company with Robin, you liked to joke with her about her stealing your boy. Eddie turned into your other half since Nancy was so busy with the school newspaper, you didn’t have any class with your freshman buddies, and Max was like a ghost.

“Of all the blood and gore?” he asked smiling at you. You shake your head, denying.

“No, Eddie. Of a watermelon head fetus ripping a vagina” some guys looked at you weirdly. But Eddie was laughing so hard.

“I’ll be terrified too. But I don’t have to worry about that” crossing his arms, he turned to see your homework.

“Not in this life…” you stated. Your friend looked at you, processing your words, then he smiled again.

“You’re mean, pumpkin” you liked that he called you like that. Some students thought you were dating Eddie.

Fact that none of you knew yet.

“I’m open to possibilities. You know?” he was looking at you, he was scanning every detail of your face. Eddie was right, he was in love with you.

“That’s the homework? You’re gonna help me right?” this time you laughed a little harder.

“That depends, you gonna drive me home tomorrow?” Fridays were longer days for you two, Eddie had Hellfire Club meetings and you had dance classes. Around 5:00 pm you would be at home.

“Sure, sweetheart” Eddie tried to avoid giving you pet names, it was already slightly suspicious that he constantly called you just pumpkin, when everyone called you by your name or in fact, pumpkin slayer.

“What’s that with your hair?… ew, Do you have lice? stay away from me” you point out when he scratched his head for the third time, laughing harder, your teacher gave you a look, a look that indicated you had to shut up.

“What? No!, I-, I have… dandruff” Eddie whispered, you nodded letting an aww sound.

“You have to wash your hair, Eddie,” you say to him, making fun of the situation.

“I do wash my hair…” you look at him with raised eyebrows, and he sighs.

“Okay, maybe not every day. I don’t have a girl night ritual routine like I suppose you do” he had a point, you found the answer to your homework, pleased to know you were free, you turned to see your friend.

“But you would’ve prettier, a princess with shiny curls” you laughed harder. Eddie got blushed, but he pretended to be laughing too.

“You’re an idiot” Eddie said gently pushing you.

“Oh my god!, I have a great idea. Let’s have a sleepover!” Eddie opened his eyes, he wasn’t sure if he heard correctly.

“What?” you nodded happily, closing your notebook and book.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. We can watch movies, I can enhance your hair, you won’t eat junk food. Oh!, and I’ll see that horror movie you want me to watch” apparently you were excited, and Eddie thought you were kidding. But once he realized you wanted to have a sleepover with him, he felt he was in the clouds, you were very different from every other girl in the 80s.

“Alright, we’ll have a sleepover” he liked to pretend he wasn’t so excited as you. The bell rang and you let a happy squeal.

“Okay, Friday at my place,” you said, grabbing your coat and bag. Eddie thought you looked perfect, this time with some jeans, a tight sweater, and some brown boots that matched the coat. He was going to get a shower, just for you.

“Since when do you like to watch horror movies?” Steve asked curiously.

You paid a visit to him and Robin at their work, plus you were about to rent some movies for your sleepover with Eddie.

“I don’t. I mean, I don’t hate them but it’s not my preference” you state before sipping at your cherry slurpee. Robin looks at you suspiciously, then she does a funny arch with her brow, so you laugh. “What?”

“Didn’t you say that you were going to have a slumber sleepover with Munson?” the fake innocence in Robin’s voice makes you irritated.

“Oh, fuck you. I thought we were friends” you say funnily, she winks at you, but Steve jumps in awe.

“No fucking way, NO!. Now Eddie Munson is your best friend?“ and that was the reason you didn’t want Steve to know, so you sigh.

“Are you being my protective brother or my jealous best friend right now?” a brain freeze hits you, making you caress your forehead.

“I think he’s being both,” Robin says casually, moving some boxes around.

“I’m being your overprotective brother right now… I don’t like you hanging around with that guy, I’ve only heard bad things about him” he says more calmly. You understand, everyone thought Eddie was a bad person, some of them knew he is a drug dealer, others that he was the king and master of the Hellfire Club, and other knew both. But he’s your boy, he’s a D&D nerd, he’s obsessed with metal music and his daily routine might not be the best, but everyone around him had to admit he was being nicer and decent, all because of you.

“I know, I know how everyone perceives him. But I know him, it’s like… you’re my best friend, like a brother. But with him, he’s my best friend like a soulmate, I don’t know…” you quickly say giving another sip to your drink.

“Girl, Do you like him more than a friend? You sounded like that…” Robin questioned, stopping her job.

“NO!. God no, no, no. Eddie’s not my type. Nop…” Deep down you knew maybe you were starting to like your friend more than you should, but you didn’t even realize it yet.

“All right, then there are no sexual motives to worry about, you can have your sleepover with Munson, pumpkin” Steve looks outraged at Robin.

“ROBIN! So now you’re on her side?” the girl laughed, shaking her head. You get a little nervous at your friend's supposition, and it made you thought if people in school or town believed you were fucking Eddie. That would be very fucked up, cause you were a virgin, and Eddie’s too.

“See? Thanks, now I will stop saying you are a Steve’s stealer” Robin accepts the cash you give for the movies and she smiles mischievously, while Steve grunts in disbelief.

“Well, I don’t trust him, but I trust you. And I know you’re gonna call me if anything happens, Right?” he asks, watching you curiously, eagerly waiting for you to answer.

“Of course, that’s why you’re my big brother. Love you, bye Robin!” you say goodbye as you walk away and head out of the store.

You light up some candles as you sing along to El Ataque de las chicas cocodrilo from Hombres G, you were loving their new album, so it was cool to have a radio station that played songs in Spanish at a long distance and worked in Hawkins.

“Dude, I look ridiculous” you turned to see Eddie opening the door of the bathroom, with a towel on his hair and a face mask. You weren’t surprised to see that his pajamas were some old band shirt and the most wrinkled plaid pants. He took a shower while you finished your skincare and finished cooking some banana bread to dine.

“You look so cute” laughing, you got closer to see his face covered in the white cream.

“How long do I have to leave this shit?” Eddie entered your room, going straight to the mirror on your vanity to look at his face.

“Fifteen minutes” giggling you got beside him, looking at him through the mirror. He noticed you were very short compared to him. And without any makeup, you looked like you were fifteen, for sure he considered you the cutest person in the world.

“Jesus… Can we start playing the movie?” he asked seeing you now, you nodded. Going to your living room, you turned on the tv and then went to the kitchen, with Eddie following you behind.

“We’re eating potatoes with cream and vegetables. And look!, I made banana bread” the excitement in your voice makes him happy, and he helps you take the dessert to cool off.

“Dustin and Mike said you were the best chef in town, guess they were right…” you don’t know if you’re visibly blushing, but you feel hot in your face.

“Those boys always forced me to cook the biggest meals in history” Eddie can imagine the boys asking for the hardest dishes to prepare, he smiles and grabs some forks to eat.

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The movie finished a couple of hours ago, your aunt wasn’t coming back until Monday, and Poltergeist scared you a little, so having Eddie with you was a bigger help. Eddie was on your bed, watching you dancing around, your player was still on, and this time Cascades from Siouxie and the Banshees was playing a little loud.

“I love this band so much!” you say, landing in your bed. With your arms open, your hand brushing Eddie’s leg.

“Probably it’s the only band I can tolerate from you” the weed in your system made you laugh and playfully punch Eddie’s leg.

“That’s new, you hate all the music I like. Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it…” the boy knows you’re a little high, he’s not that high, but he feels relaxed.

“What? It’s not my fault you’re not very metal” Eddie says, scanning your room. There are a lot of white Christmas lights, you have tons of books and girly perfumes, the colors hot pink and orange invade the walls and some of the furniture, and the glitter and sparkles around make everything look so interesting. He decides to say you have a psychedelic room, and he loves it. “I like your room, it’s so; interesting”

“I‘ve never been the interesting girl,” you say covering your face.

“For me, you’re very interesting,” he says, giving you a big smile. You look at him when you open two of the fingers covering your face.

“You know why I left Hawkins last year?” when Eddie doesn’t answer, you continue. It was a good time to tell him, you were okay enough to share that part of you now. “There was this guy named Tim, he was this cute shy boy, and I was the chubby girl, we were some nerds. He said very beautiful things about me, I thought he was the one…”

“He wasn’t.” there’s a coldness in your voice, but you sound very normal about it. “He came to homecoming with this blonde perfect girl who used to do adult movies, and he said to his friends I was not that hot. It was a bit humiliating” Eddie wasn’t expecting that, he never thought you would have a story like that with the drama and being bullied. “Maybe it wasn’t the big deal, but it awakened something in me. I was a sophomore, we used to be pretty stupid at that age”

“It might sound ridiculous, but I was going mad. To the point I… I cut my stomach with some seamstress scissors” Eddie doesn’t make a sound but his eyes go wide, that surprised him. When he looked at you, nothing in his head could associate you with eating disorders and weight trauma. You looked fine, you were perfect for him, a natural perfect human. “It became something… mental, a mental issue that made me feel anxious to fit in everything; school, friends, clothing. No body knew what was going on with me”

“My parents decided to take me back to California after the emergency surgery, later on, with some therapy and doctor appointments I did the right thing. And here I am, happily living. But I don’t think I’m the interesting girl, I’m just the normal girl., a very cool normal girl” finally, you let him know your biggest insecurity, the attention, and compliments people gave you and how much it scared you being in that position again. “You might think I’m crazy or stupid for this, but, it’s not the same anymore, I’m okay. I like myself now, I just wanted to tell you, Eddie”

Not that it affects you the same amount as it used to do, but it is still uncomfortable to feel like people like you when all they could do is belittle you behind your back. You sit and look straight at him.

“That’s bullshit!” he nearly screams, looking vaguely at your ceiling “People are stupid, not you. Even me, but believe me, you’re not stupid, or crazy.”

“Whoever has made you feel like that are assholes. Because you are the coolest girl I’ve ever met, you’re so cool that you decided to know a freak like me. Everything about you is fine, pumpkin, believe it or not.” the ways Eddie says it, makes you go to throw yourself at him and hug him. You hide your face on his chest while your arms wrap around his neck.

“Never let me go, Eddie. You’re so special to me, you’re so fine” he doesn’t know very well how to react, he wasn’t used to sharing affection, but with you, it was different. He realized that he loved you, it was real love. He never cared so much for anyone, his parents weren’t the most present in his life, and his uncle was good to him, but he knew he had disappointed him so much. Now, he had you, a gorgeous smart, and good girl who cared for and trusted him. Even you were the reason why he was starting to care for his freshman friends.

“You condemned yourself when you sat with me on the first day of classes,” he said, accepting your hug, and gently wrapping your waist. He felt so good, cozy, and warm with you, in the lights of your room, with the soft music playing.

“I’m the best friend of the coolest freak in Hawkins” after turning off every light. You go back to bed with him, and both of you cuddle together. At that moment, you completely fell in love with Eddie Munson, and he pressed you against his chest, you knew this had to be your boy. Not right there, but maybe after graduation, you could go somewhere together.

“Who thought my best friend would be a psychedelic girl” you laugh, feeling sober again, and you know it’s real, everything you are feeling for him it’s real, and you hope he reciprocates your feelings in the future.

“I’m not!, but I like the word. P-S-Y-C-H-E-D-E-L-I-C” Eddie sighs without letting you go. It’s fun, being in the darkness saying stupid things.

“Hey, Christmas is coming, you should go with me to California. My parents would love you, they were just like you in their teen days” this time, he laughs, but he goes pink just about thinking it. Meeting your parents, traveling with you, he was starting to question if you liked him just the way he liked you.

“I’ll think about it, remember I lost my ID” that was true, you even left a little note on his trailer to get an appointment to get a new one, of course, he forgot.

“Even if you don’t go with me, you still need to get a new ID, Mr.Munson” you feel nod behind you.

“Yes, mom” some minutes of silence, and it’s nice, to have his company. Eddie comforted you after telling him your biggest secret, you were happy, and you couldn’t wait to tell Nancy about it, she would kill you for falling in love with Eddie Munson, but he was everything to you.

He was everything to you.

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Can someone give me a brief summary of the chronology of volume 1?, I don’t remember!

(Yes, I think Tim that hurt reader is also THAT Tim who’s also known as fence/ fencing guy jijiji)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #estado: tlaxcala #joseph quinn

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