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ohdeerfully · 2 months

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I just read one of your works with Alastor ears and KAKAISKSNSMSDHJSJ IT WAS ADORABLE, can you write one about the reader finding out Alastor has a tail and he's all flustered and nervous about it because well HES THE RADIO DEMON HES SCARY and he can't be scary when his tail wags when the reader praises him (MAKE IT WHOLESOME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE)

HELLOOO I LOVE ALASTOR TAIL!! tail + more sleepytime = deadly fic combo THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!

Silky Fur

alastor x reader (comfort/fluff) TW: none? join my discord!

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After a year of being together, you and Alastor had fallen into a rather steady nightly routine, though sometimes he was too busy with Satan Knows What and would leave the hotel and you wondering if he would come back to you for the night. When this happened, you often didn’t see him till the next morning—or, even the afternoon.

Lately, that “sometimes” had turned into every night. For the past week. And it was starting to make you feel… kind of shitty, you couldn’t even lie to yourself. You spent so many hours reasoning and making excuses for him—he was an Overlord, after all. No wonder he was so busy! Plus, you just so happened to fall into his life; you shouldn’t expect him to just give up his duties for you.

You looked at the ceiling, arms spread out on either side of you as you tried to convince yourself to stop feeling bad for the sixth night in a row. You missed him next to you, and started to find it harder and harder to get to sleep without his company. You craved him, and you wondered if he craved you in the same way—if he even missed you.

You sat up with a groan after a few more minutes, letting your feet dangle off the side of the bed. It was pointless, you decided, just laying down doing nothing. If you couldn’t sleep, you might as well go do something productive. You threw on a hoodie and made your way down the long corridor, and then down the steps.

This late in the night, the sky had an eerie red glow. It filtered through the curtains of the large hotel windows, casting long, sharp shadows that made your skin crawl if you looked too long. No matter how long you lived in Hell, you never got used to the unfriendly ambience. You had to remind yourself that you were safe in the hotel. You stuffed your hands in the pockets of your hoodie and looked towards your feet as you walked.

There was some paperwork regarding a couple residents you promised Charlie you would help her process. So, you decided you could get a headstart on finishing them, although you didn’t really see the point in the paperwork itself; it was all just going to be horrible criminal records that Charlie would try desperately to ignore.

You opted for the hotel lobby over the cramped office, spreading out the papers across the low coffee table. It wasn’t very comfortable, but you were glad to at least be out of the room.

You sat for a mind numbing amount of time, only listening to the ticking of a faint clock as you processed the information for the residents. It was times like this that made you want to curse Alastor for refusing to allow any sort of modern technology into the hotel. You get it, of course, with Vox and all—but, man, what you wouldn’t give to just have an easy spreadsheet to type this all into.

If you weren’t tired before, you sure were now. Your eyes drug across the papers, blearily taking in the information. You blinked heavily, trying to rid your vision of the tears of exhaustion. You slumped back with a sigh, the pages loosely held in your hands as you rested your eyes for a moment.

Bad idea.

Almost immediately, sleep overtook you, papers slipping through your fingers and drifting across the floor in every direction as your consciousness faded away.

You woke again when you felt your body jostling, then suddenly lifted. It took a minute to wake up enough to peer through cracked eyelids and see that you were being carried up the hotel stairs. You felt familiar arms cradling your back and legs, and the firmness of a chest that your head rested against.

You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. That staticy feeling in the air and prickling your skin was enough to know. You let your body relax again, but couldn’t seem to catch sleep again.

He hummed a gentle tune as he walked, using his knee to turn the doorknob to your shared room. He pushed it open with his shoulder and walked you in.

You felt the plush sheets of your bed as he sat you down, but you pushed yourself back up into a sitting position to look at him. Stare at him. You hoped he could pick apart your emotions just by the way you glared. If he did, he made no attempt at asking what was wrong, and merely looked back at you with his slightly glowing red eyes and wide grin.

“You’ll hurt your back, falling asleep on the couch like that!” He started to chastise you playfully. He turned his back to you and opened up a drawer against the wall.

“Where have you been, Al,” You asked, ignoring his comment. You looked towards your feet. It was hard questioning him, because he didn’t take much seriously, no matter how serious you felt. There was a lump in your throat as you spoke.

“Busy as usual, my dear,” He replied in a sing-song voice. A quiet jazz tune emanated from the microphone atop his cane. Or, would that make it a radio? Both, probably. He rummaged through that drawer for a moment, before pulling out a thin, plain shirt and fuzzy pajama pants.

He walked back over to you, and you noticed the way his eyes flicked across your face, examining your expression. Still, he said nothing. You’d like to think he felt guilty, and didn’t want to admit it—but, truly, you doubted it. He wasn’t one for guilt, after all.

“I’ve been pretty lonely for a week, you know,” You said, folding your arms. “I’d at least like a better explanation.”

You allowed your arms to fall when he pulled at your elbows. You lifted them above your head as he gingerly gripped the edges of your hoodie and pulled it off. He quickly replaced it with the shirt he had grabbed earlier. He followed similar motions with your pants.

As angry as you were, you appreciated intimate moments like this with him. Moments so close, so vulnerable and bare, but still comfortable and sensitive. It was weird, with him being the Radio Demon and all.

“Maintaining turfs and deals is exhausting work, ma moitie, and there’s a few souls that haven’t been keeping up with their side of our bargains,” Alastor explained rather indifferently. Though, you could tell by the strain in his smile and the clipping in the radio static that he was trying his best to be delicate and honest—as possible as that is with Alastor.

“Just– tell me something next time, at least, ‘kay?” You felt embarrassed by the practically begging tone in your voice, but Alastor didn’t seem to notice.

“I suppose it is wrong for a gentleman to leave his lady questioning,” Alastor joked. He meant it, though, and he carefully smoothed your hair in an attempt at comfort.

He stepped away from you, and you frowned at the sudden space. The frown was quickly replaced by a wide smile when you noticed Alastor removing his sharp coat and carefully hanging it by the door.

What a treat, you thought, as you watched him discard the layers of his outfit. Your mouth fell open when he turned his back to you.

“You have a tail?” You asked. Alastor’s ears twitched back for a moment, stiff.

Clear as day, right in front of your eyes, was a tail you had somehow never seen before. Delicate, fluffy, and red with black—just like his ears. You couldn’t stop the stunned laugh that escaped your mouth.

“Regretfully, I do,” Alastor responded. He quickly turned back to face you. His nose was scrunched in disdain and his lips were curled in a frustrated smile. “Don’t talk about it. To anybody.”

You laughed again and quickly beckoned him towards the bed. He complied and sat down next to you. He had noticeably sat in such a way that his waist was angled to keep his tail out of sight.

You pouted at him, wordlessly motioning towards what you both knew you wanted.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m not a pet, nor a toy,” He said roughly. The static in his voice was heavy. You knew he was embarrassed, and that made your grin all the wider. It probably rivaled his own harsh smile.

“I’ll never, ever, ever ask again, ever,” You promised, holding out your pinky. Alastor’s eyes rolled at the motion. Alternatively, he held out his palm for you to shake.

You eyed his hand, then looked back up to him. You jerked your pinky towards him, urging him to take it instead. You weren’t about to actually bind your promise in a real deal. You knew in, like, a week you would probably beg him to see his tail again.

“How incredibly childish,” He sighed. Still, he curled his hand into a fist and connected his sharp pinky with your own. “I won’t forget about this.” He threatened.

“Yeah, yeah, show me the goods,” You said with a sly smile. Alastor stared at you for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes, and roughly twisted his waist so that his tail turned towards you. He kicked his leg up and over the other, and folded his arms all sassy-like and impatiently waited for you to finish your very important mission.

You smiled gratefully, and gingerly settled your hands on the tail. It was so incredibly soft. As much hatred he seemed to hold for the thing, Alastor obviously took great care in the fur, keeping it silky smooth and combed.

It seemed sensitive, and you noticed how his ears twitched and turned in response to your touch. His eyes were cast away from you, and his brows were furrowed. Was he blushing? No, probably a trick of the light.

“Your tail is super soft, Al,” You complimented. “Probably the best in all of Hell.”

“Are you quite finished,” He asked through gritted teeth, his eyes clenched shut. His own body betrayed him, though, as his tail wagged at you slightly. You held in a squeal of delight at the sight, knowing he would probably leave you right then and there. However, you had been at it for a few minutes and didn’t want to push your luck any further. You sighed in response, and removed your fingers from his tail.

“I guess, for now,” You said playfully. This elicited a sharp look from the Radio Demon.

“For forever,” He claimed. “We shook pinkies.”

You managed to hold in the laugh from his words. It was impossible to take him seriously as he said that, especially as he sat with a tail on full display and ears quirked backwards in embarrassment.

You yawned, opting to stop responding to him. You tugged at the hem of his shirt as you fell back into the mattress, and he easily let himself fall alongside you. He was settled next to you, and you practically magnetically attached yourself to him. He was stiff for a few minutes, but slowly unwound and relaxed next to you.

It didn’t take long at all for you to fall asleep. With the familiar heat and weight of his body in the mattress next to you, you were comfortable again for the first time in a week. The feeling of Alastor’s nails playing through your hair was the final straw as a deep sleep erased your senses.

#ohdeerfully #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #fluff #alastor x you #alastor is kind of a butt at first #his tail makes up for it tho #i imagine its super sensitive bc he ignores it so much #he might be touched starved but u didnt hear it from me!

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roryculkinluvr · 8 months

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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ೃ⁀➷ pairing: sub stalker charlie x fem dom reader

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, masturbation, fingering, pre mature ejaculation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, humiliation kink, mean (ish) reader.

ೃ⁀➷ notes: this wasn’t supposed to be this long but enjoy…

you had just gotten in bed, with your hands in between your legs, right above your underwear as you heard loud rustling from outside your window. you knew it was charlie. you knew he would come to your window, watch you change, watch you touch yourself.

he wasn’t aware that you knew about his perversions, how he’d cum in his pants by just watching you squirm under your own touch. was it bad that you found it hot? the way he stalked you, the way he was completely and utterly obsessed with you. you’d leave your blinds open every night, just incase he wanted a show.

you and charlie had a couple of classes together and would talk every now and then. you had always found him attractive but you knew he was infatuated with you. you saw the way he looked at you, spoke to you, about you. you’d have to be dumb not to realize.

knowing charlie was right outside your window, you hand wasn’t enough. so you decided to ‘catch’ him.

you got out of bed, walking over to your window, you could hear charlie trying to climb off the ledge of your roof. you opened the glass to it see just who you thought it was, a guilty look painted on his face.

“what are you doing here char?” you questioned, playing dumb. charlie’s eyes scanned over you, you wore pyjama shorts that fell just under your ass and a tight tank top that he could see your hard nipples through.

“i-i can, i can explain myself.” he stuttered, panicking.

“go on then.” you told him. you crossed your arms over your chest, making your tits press together which drove him mad.

“i—”he muttered, he couldn’t even think of an excuse right now.

“were you watching me touch myself?“ you teased, your lips turned up into a soft smirk. poor charlie was so confused, he thought you would file a restraining order on him but it almost seemed like you enjoyed it.

“no- no i wasn’t i swear.” his tone was meek, begging to be believed, he even put his hands up, as if you were a cop.

“i’m not stupid charlie, you can tell me the truth. you’re not in trouble.”

“okay… i was.” he couldn’t look at you while admitting this.

“why don’t you come in my room char, it’s kinda chilly out hm?” you bit back a smile.

“uh, okay.” he crawled through your window, you closed it behind him. charlie examined every inch of your room, obviously he had seen it many times but never up close. charlie took in every detail of your room. he surveyed photos of you and your friends you had hung on your wall, little trinkets you kept, the products on your dresser.

you laid back down on your bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. you motioned for charlie to sit at the end of your bed, he obeyed.

“charlie?” you called, disturbing his train of thought.

“yeah.” he replied almost immediately.

“were you touching yourself while watching me?” you were driving him insane, but he deserved it.

“mhm.” he nodded, unable to meet your eyes. he felt so bad, so guilty, so pathetic.

“okay, well since you interrupted me, why don’t you watch me and try not to.”

“i dunno if i can.” he looked down at the his boner, poking through his sweatpants.

“kinda owe it to me char. i mean, i did just catch you stalking me, the least you can do is do what i say. plus i wanna hear you beg to touch yourself.”

“fuck.” he groaned. you giggled at him before pulling your tank top off, making sure charlie’s eyes were on you. the sight of your boobs right in front of him only made him harder, he wanted to touch them or suck on them, anything would be enough.

“bet you wanna feel my tits so bad huh? i mean you’ve been watching me change, jerking yourself off while looking at them. this isn’t the first time you’ve been outside my window.” you taunted. “gonna have to earn it.”

“how-how do i earn it?” he wasn’t even concerned with how you knew that he had been watching you for a while, just desperate to feel you.

“already told you char, watch me touch myself without touching yourself.” you pulled down your shorts to reveal the lacy thong you wore. charlie couldn’t help but notice the huge wet spot on your underwear.

‘you did like this.’ charlie thought to himself. he stared at you as you rubbed your clit over your soaked thong, teasing yourself with one hand, playing with your tits with the other.

“you’re so… wet.” charlie said in a breathy voice.

“mhmm was thinking about you char.” you told him. his eyes went wide,

“r-really? you were?” he smiled at you. charlie sounded so pathetic, you loved it.

“mhmm.” you nodded, slowly removing your thong. the sight of your body entirely exposed forced charlie to whimper.

“i-i think about you, like that, a lot.” he was struggling so hard not to touch himself, it almost hurt. at this point, your cunt was throbbing, desperate for stimulation.

“i know you have.” you replied before rubbing your clit in circular motions, humming in pleasure.

“can i um, can i touch you instead…like finger you? i won’t touch you anywhere else if i’m not allowed to yet.” charlie couldn’t bare just watching you. if he couldn’t touch himself, he wanted to touch you. “please?”

“not yet, be patient.” you spread your legs further apart, pumping two fingers from your free hand into your entrance slowly. “feels so fucking good, don’t touch yourself yet charlie.” you groaned.

“t’so hard not to.” he whined, putting his hands behind his back to retrain himself.

“i know, you’re so needy char. fuck!” you panted. both of your hands sped up, making your moans louder. you were squirming so much. charlie watched you closely, taking in every one of your sounds, movements, and expressions. he whispered compliments as you brought yourself closer to your climax.

after you came, you sat yourself back up on your elbows to see that charlie’s pants were wet. “did you cum in your pants? that needy huh, can’t even wait ten minutes?”

“i know, m’sorry.” charlie said shyly, he looked away

“i didn’t even touch you…you didn’t even touch yourself and you came, holy shit… you don’t get to touch my tits yet, couldn’t even hold off.” you let out a short scoff which was followed by silence. charlie was so embarrassed, not daring to look you in the eyes. he wished he could’ve just disappeared at that moment. “lay beside me char, i wanna see your cock charlie.” you purred. charlie followed your order, moving from the edge of your bed, next to you. “now show me, take off your shirt too.”

charlie nodded before swiftly removing his shirt. he then pulled down his sweat pants, exposing his cum filled boxers. finally, he took off his boxers to reveal his dick. he looked over at you, your eyes remained on his body.

“so perfect char, bet it’s really sensitive right now though hm?” you asked. charlie’s cheeks turned red at your compliment.

“thank you and yeah m’sensitive.” charlie responded.

you shifted your body so you were on your side, facing charlie. you tucked his hair behind his ear, bringing your mouth to charlie’s it you whispered, “i wanna make you cum again”.

charlie’s breath hitched, he couldn’t believe you were finally going to touch him. after countless nights of imagining that his hand was your warm, tight pussy wrapped around him or your soft hand pumping his cock, he was finally getting to feel you. “please make me cum again, please.” he begged.

“so needy.” you giggled, crawling downward until your lips met charlie’s sensitive tip. you placed short, gentle kisses on it, holding his shaft in your hand.

“oh my god, fuck.” he huffed, his breath heavy.

“i haven’t even started yet.” you nagged, taking your soft lips off his tip. while still giggling, you began slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft.

“mmm thank you.” a stupid smirk was plastered on his face as he watched you speed up your movements. after a few minutes, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly as his mouth hung open, high pitched and draw out whimpers leaving his lips. you felt his dick twitch in your hand before he came for the second time.

you took a second to think of a real punishment for him. as the idea crossed your mind, you immediately wrapped your mouth around his soft cock, feeling it grow in your mouth.

“wah- what are you doing? i, fuck, i can’t go again.” he babbled. you rolled your eyes in annoyance, taking your mouth off his dick.

“too bad isn’t it, didn’t i tell you that you owe me? charlie, you’ve been watching me, stalking me for weeks now. can’t you just do what i say?” your tone was weirdly calm.

“okay…m’sorry” he answered. you placed your mouth back on his now, painfully hard cock, hollowing your cheeks. “ahhh! it’s too much.” he moaned. unable to stay till, charlie began squirm and bucking his hips into your mouth.

“ohmygoddd please i’m sorry, fuck aughhh! i’m sorry for stalking you, it’s too much please!” his words were slurred, charlie didn’t even know what he was pleading for. tears began streaming down his face from overstimulation. you bobbed your head up and down on his cock at an increasingly fast pace, the room filled with charlie’s loud sobs and whimpers. you then felt that same twitch as before and as you suspected, shortly after, charlie’s warm cum filled your mouth, you swallowed every drop.

you returned back to where you laid before, watching tears flood from his blue eyes. “you look so pretty when you cry charlie”.

he turned towards you. “thank you.” he sniffed as you wiped his tears from his cheek. holding charlie’s jaw in your hand, you traced his cheek with your thumb. “you’re always pretty.” he spoke. the two of your faces were so close together, charlie brought his lips to yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling charlie grin against your lips. one of his hands found its way too the bare skin right under your boob. “can i um- can i?” he questioned after pulling away from your lips.

“go ahead.” you responded before attaching your lips to his once again. charlie cupped your tit in his hand, squeezing and kneading it.

“so fucking perfect.” he groaned before shortly pecking your lips.

“charlie.” you said, staring at him.

“mhm?” he mumbled, looking away from your tits and up at you.

“next time you’re outside my window, you can just come in.” you purred. your words forced charlie to whimper. he could do this again? touch you? maybe even be inside you? god he felt lucky.

“actually?” he looked at you with that pathetic smile.

“yeah, maybe you’ll get to touch more than just my tits next time.” you smirked at him, kissing him once more before he cleaned himself up, climbing back out of your window.

the next night, you heard tree taps at your window. knowing it was charlie, you opened the window to let him in. almost immediately, you began undressing each other between staggered sloppy kisses. the night ended in him sobbing after you rode him, making him cum five times, which left his cock red. he knew he deserved it.

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greenxgloss · 30 days

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Friends For Now? (Charlie Walker)

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summary: you and charlie have been friends for some time and he would help you do your homework sometimes, this time he caught you at the perfect time, struggling to finish your psych homework that happened to be about his favorite movies. while he was helping you he went in for a kiss and you allowed it to escalate.

warnings: unprotected sex, implications of stalking, mentions of female masturbation, fem!reader, use of Y/N, soft!dom!charlie, p in v, fingering, implied overstimulation

It's Tuesday night and your assignment is due tomorrow but you just can't get yourself to sit and focus on the Stab movies for this psych homework. "Watch Stab 2 and write a summary of the movie and a synopsis of the killers." you read aloud, hoping that it would help your answer click in your head. you scoffed and shoved your books over. for some reason you just couldn't focus on the movies and even after trying to cheat online you got nothing.

You heard a tap on the window and it was Charlie your best friend. "hey! need help?" he asked, opening the window. you quickly stood up and put on a shirt before he got in. "relax dude nothing I haven't seen before." he said, taking a deep breath as he gathered himself at the window. you giggled and sat back on your bed. "here just copy mine and change the wording around. the usual." he said throwing his notebook in front of you and zipping his bag back up. "thanks. I've been stumped for days." you told him as he joined you on the bed. "why didn't you just call me?" he asked. "ahh I don't know I just wanted to do this on my own. i always ask you for help." you told him as you copied down the answers. "no shame in asking for help." he said sheepishly, almost blushing.

sometimes you'd wonder if he'd ever watched you from your window. you knew that would be a crazy thing to accuse your friend of and also illegal but you didn't mind the idea. charlie is awfully pretty. he has big blue eyes but they weren't piercing, they were soft and laid gently on you every time. even before you both became friends and he would peer at you from across classrooms you didn't feel uncomfortable, you felt... admired, like he was watching in adoration. of course, it felt lustful but it also felt wholesome and full of love. still, you never pursued him that way. you felt as though you didn't have room for that kind of commitment in your life. you wanted to get your shit together first, to get the grades, the job and the money. then and only then would you have time to give someone your undivided. anyway you didn't mind his pretty eyes on you at night with your hand slipped under your lace, watching from the window as you pirspired and whined quietly to keep anyone in the house from hearing.

charlie snapped you out of it. "y/n?"

"uh.. i don't know it would just be nice to get it for myself." you told him as you continued writing. "I appreciate it don't get me wrong but its not like you're gonna be able to help with tests and exams." you giggled. he smiled. "no I know I just, want you to know Im here you know? you can always call." he said, moving over to sit next to you and shove your shoulder. you nodded and let the comfortable silent engulf you and you looked at each other in the same admiration you felt when you'd spot him watching you in class.

he looked down at his hand and back up at you as he slowly put it on your thigh waiting for your approval at which point you lightly put your hand on his and inched it up to your heat. "charlie." you started, "do you ever watch me from the window?" you asked him as your face heated up and you let him press his fingers to your clothed clit. he let out an exhale. "mhm." letting his eyebrows furrow as he thought about all the times he wanted to crawl through the window into your bed and make you cum and scream his name. "you watch me touch myself?" you whispered, a quiet whine following as he pressed firmly. "you knew I was. don't pretend you don't know I watched you arch and say my name and beg for me." he said, finally getting on top of you and kissing your neck. you'd been kissed but you'd never been touched this way and it made you ache for him. you had to bite your lip a little harder while his hands roamed you freely you felt your body cling to his. "fuck charlie." you moaned. "just like that." he smirked, grinding his hips between yours, feeling the tent pitch in his own jeans.

he inched your shorts off. "you're so beautiful baby." he said, scanning you over then kissing you, placing his hands on your tits and lightly groping you causing you to moan into his mouth. "you gotta stay quiet if you wanna keep going." he pulled away and whispered, keeping eye contact as he slipped in two fingers causing your mouth to gape. "you're so good to me charlie fuck it feels so good." you continued to whine and melt into his gentle touch. "yeah? tell me how good it feels baby." he hummed watching you squirm and buck your hips at his fingers, desperately wanting him to reach deeper. "I need you so bad. I want you to fuck me." you told him and felt him curl his fingers up making you grip his arms and moan into his mouth. you wanted to touch him so you reached for his jeans and he let you unbutton them. his cock popped out hitting him on the stomach and you quietly gasped. "holy shit Charlie it's so big." you watched the length just keep going. you took his shirt off as he pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt causing you to gasp softly.

you sat back and watched him. you deeply thought he was beautiful. "you're so sexy charlie." you told him as you reached out and caressed his chest then pushed him down and got on top of him. you tossed your shirt off as you straddled him. "speak for yourself." he dragged his hands from your waist to your ass as you adjusted yourself and slowly slipped his length into your tight wet pussy, one hand on his chest and the other wrapped around his cock. "oh fuck fuck fuck" you moaned and you began bouncing but of course, charlie couldn't hold his patience and began rocking his hips up into you both of you now quietly whimpering and whining in sync.

the room was sweaty and the light was dim as your moans filled the walls along with the sound of your skin smacking each others. the sound only made you more and more wet. soon you felt your core untangle and you slowly reached your climax. "fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming." you almost yelled and he quickly covered your mouth as his thrusts became sloppy. charlie fell apart at the same pace as you did, both of you finishing in sync. a rare occurrence for him who has had sex before.

you fought to catch your breath as you fell beside him, your shoulders touching. "that was..." Charlie trailed out. "my first time." you interrupted causing him to jump up. "YOUR FIRST TIME?" he whisper yelled, looking right into your eyes with pure lust. you could swear his pupils were hearts. "yeah? isn't it obvious?" you said, furrowing your eyebrows. "absolutely. I've never finished at the same time as the other person.. that might have been the best sex I've ever had.." he said, laying back down and holding you to his chest. you giggled quietly as you snuggled into him. "I mean not that I have anyone to compare it to other than my own hands but you did amazing." you whispered as you turned over to let him spoon you. "oh no we aren't done." he said, whipping up and throwing your legs apart, startling you.

needless to say, the two of you went on and on for hours and you had no complaints when you were falling asleep in psych class next to him while he laughed at you.

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adventuringblind · 8 months

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Birthday Surprise

Carlos Sainz x Reader

Genre: angst to smut to fluff

Request: Only for my fave human... you wanted this...

Summary: Carlos things she's cheating. She just wants to surprise her boyfriend for his birthday.

Warnings: mean dom Carlos, voyeurism, PinV, teasing, edging, degradation, spanking, hair pulling

Notes: so... happy birthday Carlos!

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A week before his birthday, Carlos had determined that there is no doubt you are cheating on him. He just had yet to prove it.

It makes sense though. He can’t see any other reason you and Charles would be meeting up in private, hiding your phone from him, not telling him where you’re going.

He feels betrayed by both you and his teammate. The two people he’s supposed to trust.

But damn it all. He’s going to fight for your affection. Remind you why you chose him to begin with and put Charles in his place.

The day before they’re supposed to leave for Italy, Carlos is standing in the living room staring at you. Charles and his nervous laugh aren’t helping the situation at all. Is it really that hard to plan a surprise party?

The Spaniard wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours. Max was supposed to keep him busy, but Carlos had supposedly told him there was an emergency at home.

You should have been paying closer attention to your phone. Then maybe you would have seen the texts reading ‘mission abort! Code red! Carlos is onto us!’

He’s onto something, but you’re not sure it’s what Max thinks it is.

“I can’t fucking believe you two.” He seethes. His eyes are burning holes into your skin. Does he really think you’d cheat?

“Carlos, please just-“

“Save it.” The shout makes you jump a bit. Part of you is worried he’s going to leave without giving you a chance to explain.

Best scenario right now it Carlos taking all his anger out during sex. Which you have a feeling is where this is going and you can’t help being turned on by it.

“I’m going to teach both of you a lesson.” And there’s the confirmation.

You don’t fight as Carlos rips you from the couch and tosses you over his shoulder like a rag doll. Charles looks mildly confused and frightened as the Spaniard grabs the collar of his shirt and drags him along to the bedroom.

He practically throws you onto the bed then slams the door behind him. He looks and Charles and points an aggressive finger at him. “You are going to stay put while I make a mess of what’s mine.” Charles gulps in fear, but he nods his head yes.

Carlos crawls over your body. His hands pin her waist to the bed. “Say the word if this is too much. Otherwise I’m not letting up.”

“Yes.”

“Yes who.” He growls. That small part of you wants to deny him the title. But seeing as the situation is already not going well for you-

“Yes sir.”

He doesn’t bother to spare Charles a glance. You do out of anxiety.

A strong hand grips your chin and rips your gaze away from him. “Can’t go two seconds without his attention. You really are just a whore.” He gets off of you. “Stand and strip. I want Charles to see exactly what he’s missing.”

You do as told. A measly few feet separate you and the Monegasque. You hold eye contact with him. He looks nervous, shifting his weight between feet.

Without clothes you feel exposed and vulnerable. The sun kisses your skin through the windows.

Carlos comes up behind you and runs his hands down your sides. A large hand lands on your ass with the familiar burn. You hiss in pain but don’t move.

“Count.”

Again, and again, and again. You stand there taking the palm of his hand. Bruised and burning. Your eyes are teary and your voice broke at about twenty. The sobs started and thirty. Then finally he stopped at forty.

Every nerve is on fire. Your legs are shaking like they might fall at any moment.

Charles looks horribly distraught, but he’s also got a hard on which is exactly where Carlos wants him. “See Charlie, aren’t her tears so pretty.”

her mind is gone. No words can be spoken kept she choke on her sobs.

Once again you’re being thrown onto the bed. this time you let out a shriek of pain. He flips you onto all fours. The sound of a zipper echoes in your ears.

Carlos spits on his hand and runs slick fingers down your slit. “Already so wet. Are you such a slut that you’re getting off on this?”

You let out a high pitch squeal as his hands slip out from between your folds and land a slip to your clit.

A hand grabs your hair and pulls your head upwards. Once again meeting the awkward gaze of Charles.

Carlos gives no warning as he slams into the back of you. “Look at her Charles. I’m the only one who can make her come undone.” His hips set a ridiculous pace. His fingers bruise your hips as he moves back and forth.

It feels like hours of Carlos just edging you. He finally pulls out and a warm substance coats your back. The guttural moans that Carlos realeases almost make you cry. But you know you’re not finishing. You've not earned it.

He flips you and repeats the same actions. Teasing you until you’re on the edge, then pulling out, leaving you a whiny writhing mess. Touching your clothes just enough to put you on the edge just to stop every motion and do it again when you calm down.

At some point, the words falling from lips are filthy, vile, and insulting. They slur together in your mind.

It’s so loud that none of them hear the door open. “Oh my god!” Shrieks Lando. A box on the ground displaying a cake which says ‘happy birthday Carlos’ in smeared letters. “I thought we were having a party?” The Brit covers his eyes and looks away. A bright blush covering his face.

Carlos looks between everyone. “Can you two give us a moment please? We’ll cleanup the cake later.”

The two boys leave you alone. Carlos takes a good look at his work. He places small kisses along your skin. “You were planning a party for me?”

“Thought it would fun before we had to leave.” The tears rolling down her cheeks from the teasing are being wiped by your boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry I accused you.”

“It’s okay, did you enjoy the sex?”

Carlos laughs. “I did. I feel much better. But now it’s time to get you cleaned up and see about getting a new cake.”

You whine a little. “Am I still in trouble?”

Carlos places a soft kiss to your temple. “No but we have a party to attend. I’ll reward you later.” He punctuates his statement with a wink. "For now, I want to remind you how beautiful you are. And tell you I'm sorry for ever thinking that."

"-'s okay. I still love you. I knew something like this might happen because I was being sneaky." She smiles at him. His feather light kisses still covering each mark. "And admittedly, I kind of enjoyed that."

The night continued as planned. Everyone enjoyed themselves. Aside from Charles and Lando, who couldn't look at the two of you without blushing.

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kisses4kaia · 1 year

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Charlie walker x reader where he goes down on her

Thank youuu and I love your writing sm

me when nonnies😋 UNPROOF READ SMUT !! 17+ . fem! bimbo! reader 💗

prolonged, painful, patience 🦇 - c, walker ,,

it was no secret that charlie walker had a crush on you. from the longing stares to the way literal drool dribbled out of the corner of his mouth when you wore something a little bit more revealing than you normally would.

and to be frank, the feeling was beginning to become mutual. he was adorable, with the way he would offer to do anything for you. he wouldn't let you lift a finger, ever.

"i'm gonna go grab a drink," you once tried to say. "no, i got it. there you go,"

that was just one example. but today, after cinema club, you needed a ride home.

it just so happened that your car made a very unpleasant noise when you tried starting it up.

"you've got to be kidding me," you muttered under your breath. you've been meaning to fix the issue, but figured you could hold it off.

"need a ride?" charlie leaned against the frame of your rolled-down window. "oh my god, you're a lifesaver! thank you," you express.

"of course," he nods.

and that's how you landed in the position you're in right now. sitting pretty in charlie's passenger seat, twiddling with your phone nervously when your sister texts you.

the message read "hey so my girlfriend is coming over so can you go to a friends house after school?? plzplz🙏"

you groaned and texted back with a " yeah, sure "

"what's wrong?" the driver asked you. "i can't go home, my sister's having her girlfriend over." you shake your head in disbelief.

he seems to stare thoughtfully before carefully speaking. "do you, uh, wanna come over to my place?" his voice was slightly sheepish.

"you would let me? oh, thank you, charlie! thank you, thank you!" you leaned over to hug the boy.

his eyes widened as your land accidentally landed on his crotch and it suddenly became harder to keep his focus on the road.

"uh, y/n? i can't drive like this," charlie let you know.

"oh, right. sorry," you said, finally removing your arms from around his neck.

the remainder of the drive to charlie's abode was short.

once you arrived, charlie rushed out of his car and ran to your side of the car. he opened the door for you and this made a small giggle escape your lips.

"aw, thank you. you're so sweet," you simpered at him as you stepped out. his head hung low as his cheeks reddened.

his house was relatively small, considering he is an only child.

"your parents home?" you asked as he held the front door open for you. "no, they never really are," he admitted.

"huh," you nodded, dropping your school bag down next to the doorframe.

as you ran your eyes around the interior of the house, charlie spoke. "so, uh... what do you want to do?"

you tore your eyes from the light structure hanging from the ceiling to look at him.

"aren't you gonna show me your room?" you grinned widely at him. "oh, yeah."

and so there you are, sitting at the head of charlie's bed, skimming through a random magazine you found in his shockingly clean bedroom.

he sat opposite you, back leaning against the foot of the bed. he was doing some homework, scribbling random equations and annotations down.

you were honestly pretty fucking bored. you'd put the magazine down long ago, now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

"char?" you buzz.

"hm? yeah?" he immediately answered.

"you said your parents aren't home?" you said as a wicked idea flushed your brain.

he shook his head quickly.

now that you had his undivided attention, you crawled over to sit next to him. "i'm bored, char," you began to draw out your words seductively as you ran your gentle touch up and down his thigh.

his breath hitched as your hand floated closer and closer to his need.

"w-well, um, i think i could think of something to pass our time?" he said more like a question.

"yeah?" you lulled, leaning closer and closer to his face before finally giving in and losing all sense of self-control.

without disconnecting your lips, you moved on top of his lap, now in a cowgirl position.

as you grinded down on charlie's crotch, he whimpered into the kiss. this made you disconnect to catch your breath.

as you tried to move downwards, wanting to please him, he stopped you.

"wait, stop," he spoke as you tried to remove his pants. you halted all of your movements completely and "what's wrong? are you ok?" you were worried you crossed a line.

the sincerity warmed his heart.

"n-no, nothing's wrong, you're fucking- amazing, but i've dreamed about this," charlie pushed you onto your back, your head landed on his stab-themed pillow case <3.

"dreamed about what?" you said as you made himself comfortable in between your legs. he was quiet, and his tone was shy.

"what you taste like," you couldn't hear him. "speak up, baby," you furrowed your eyebrows, fidgeting with the hair that fell in front of his face.

"fuck, i said... what you taste like," his voice cracked with the latter portion of the sentence, but you caught it.

the words made you weak and you wasted no time throwing off your itty bitty crop top, exposing your pretty lacy bra. the sight made the boy's mouth water.

after shimmying off your miniskirt along with your matching panties, you looked down at charlie's face, which was twisted in need and prolonged, painful, patience.

"please, please, just let me do this," his eyes were begging as he finally tore his eyes away from your middle to lock eyes with you.

you bit your lip and nodded. "yeah, baby. go ahead,"

not a fleeting moment of time was wasted between then and now. he was quick to attach his mouth to your clit and suctioned the bud with his perfectly pink lips.

you gasped. he was shockingly good at this. "fuck, h-have you ever done this before?" you stuttered as his tongue entered you.

he gave a small shake of his head, making sure to keep his face snuggled in the warmth of your thighs.

your hands tangled in his hair, making him even more desperate for you.

his talented tongue swerved and dove into every corner of your folds, leaving no area unpleasured.

it was then you noticed movement into the mattress that was not you. you soon realized he was grinding against the bed. it seemed irresistible and you needed him to feel good too.

so you gripped his locks tighter, you released your lower lip from your teeth, allowing all of your praise to run wild.

it was not long after that you met your release. "oh, oh, oh, fuck! right there, i'm gonna cum, char," you babbled out praise for him

this was the first time he disconnected his lips from yours. "please, mommy. please cum for me," he begged with no other undertones than need.

the nickname was all you needed to arch your back off of the bed and practically scream out charlie's name.

his tongue calmed you through your intense orgasm. when you finally relaxed and melted into the duvet, charlie sat up, allowing you to see him in all of his beautiful, fucked-out, glory.

your arousal was smeared all over the lower half of his face and his eyes were lazy, half-lidded, and satisfied. his face was gorgeous, but you couldn't ignore the wet spot on the denim of his trousers.

"need me to clean you up?"

#charlie walker #charlie walker smut #need him #rory culkin #scream 4 #scream smut #kai's got mail <3📑#nonnieees💗#scream 4 smut #this week was crazy im so sorry it took forever to respond to this angel💗#kaia writes charlie

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xmasterofmunsonx · 24 days

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Got Your Number

Summary: You’re Steve Harrington’s older sister and after a rough and tumultuous breakup, you’re back in Hawkins, Indiana. 🌶️

Pairing: Harrington!reader x Eddie Munson

Author’s notes: I REALLY tried hard to make this one into two, but it just started flowing and I felt like it made more sense like this. I know it’s a lot going on but I don’t know I couldn’t stop. Hope y’all like it ❤️

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI!!), language, drinking, smoking, smut, etc., anxious feelings talked about a lot

Word count: 9.5k and I am not sorry LOL

VI.

The shrill sound of the phone in your bedroom woke you up the next morning. You groaned as the light peeked through the pink curtains that had hung over the same windows for most of your life. You let it ring, and ring, and ring. Finally it stopped. Then it started again. Everyone must be gone for the day.

“Harrington residence?” You asked, sleep thick in your voice. You drank a sip of water as you waited for the caller to finally reveal themselves.

“Hey.” It was Eddie, and he sounded rough. “Good morning, I mean. Or, whatever time it is.” He chuckled, but you didn’t return the laughter.

“‘Morning.” You said, as you plopped back onto your bed, twirling the cord around your finger.

“I’m really sorry about last night. Like, incredibly sorry. Your brother laid into me last night and Hopper has already called me this morning too.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t have apologized if Steve and Hopper wouldn’t have made you?” Your attitude was strong this morning, and you already knew you’d regret being this bitchy to him as soon as you asked the question.

“They didn’t make me, Jesus. I’m just admitting I know I was an asshole to you, I got way too drunk last night, and I can’t believe I did that instead of worrying about where you were and what was going on with you and Caleb out there. M’sorry. I really am.”

“It’s not okay, Eddie. If that’s what you want me to say.” He sighed at the same time you did. “I don't think you get how scary last night was for me. Having not only Charlie there, but all of his friends too? They could’ve all easily taken me off and something would’ve happened.”

“I said I was sorry.” He said, his voice was quick.

“And I’m saying okay, I hear you, but I don’t know what you want me to say back, Eddie. I’m pissed off that you were so irresponsible.”

“Thanks for the congratulations on being asked to sign to a label.” He scoffed out after a few moments of silence.

“Fuck, what has gotten into you? Where is this attitude coming from?” You snapped at him as you sat up in your bed. “Did you just call me to see how mad you could make me again today? This is not what I signed up for, Eddie.”

“What do you think you signed up for, then?”

“A nice boyfriend for one. One that was my best friend, and he was never mean to me, or-”

“What about all of those times in high school-”

“FUCK, Eddie. It’s too early for this bullshit. I’m hanging up, and whenever you can figure out what the hell crawled up your ass, then we can talk. Bye.”

Fuck, you didn’t know what had gotten into him. A few seconds after you hung up the phone, it rang again.

“What?!?” You answered.

“You are just like your brother with the attitude, damn.” It was Dustin, you could tell by the slight lisp in his voice.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Eddie just called me and he was… he was being a jerk, so I thought it was him calling me back yet again.”

“No, it’s just me. I was calling you because I think we figured something out with him.”

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. We actually called the lab, or what’s left, and told them what was going on. He just needs to go and uh, talk to them about it. El said she can’t see where anything is like…” he laughed to himself before continuing on, “I sound crazy saying this, but there’s nothing in his head that we should worry about. Like before, Vecna kinda got in peoples heads before he’d kill them or something but she can’t see him in Eddie’s, so he’s really dead. She said she used her powers last night, and she can kind of… eavesdrop in on dreams or something basically, and she was there in his last night to check on him and uh, it was pretty fucked up.”

You stayed silent for a few moments, “so the scars hurting don’t mean anything?”

“No, they’re probably just healing still, and the dreams are so intense he’s probably re-feeling it all again too.”

Shit. You kinda, actually sorta felt really bad for him now. He was probably worked up this morning more from his dreams than anything else, and you didn’t even think about that, but he still didn’t need to be an asshole to you.

“Hey Dustin, I need to go. Thanks for calling, I’m sure I’ll see you soon!” You hung up before you had a chance to hear him get out the last few words. You dialed Eddie’s number, and he picked up on the second ring, sounding much calmer.

“Hello? Munson here.”

“Hey.” You said quietly.

“Hey.” He matched your tone of voice.

“Sorry, I forgot how bad mornings can be for you and I’m sure-”

“No, you don’t have to apologize. Please don’t. I was an asshole right after I told you I wasn’t like him. I did have a bad night but I shouldn’t have taken that out on you. Sometimes I wake up from a nightmare and because of the panic I can act completely differently. I’m sorry if that scared you.” He sounded a little somber. “I understand if you’re mad at me.”

“I’ll get over it.” You laid back on the pillows of your bed again, and stared up at the popcorn ceiling of your room, trying to count the dots. “Wanna tell me about it as practice before you go talk to them?”

“So Dustin already called you too?”

“Mhm. I think you should go.”

“I’m going to when I have the time. I’m not up for talking about it right now.”

You respected his decision but you knew he had to talk about it eventually. “Alright. So tell me about this record deal?”

He went on and on for god knows how long about everything that had transpired the previous night, about their first album being recorded in the city, about a first tour as an opening band, and about how long the contract would last for- and what quota they had to fulfill in those years.

“You know, I did do some law stuff in college, only majored in it, and I’m being forced to work at my dad’s law office starting tomorrow, right? I wouldn’t mind combing through the contract for any small print you might have missed or been upset with. Even my dad or one of his coworkers could look it over.”

“See, I was drunk last night but I wasn’t that drunk. I did remember that, and none of us technically signed anything, I told him to come back in a few weeks. So I wasn’t completely blitzed out of my mind, we didn’t really sign anything but we were likely going to.” A deep chuckle came through the phone and you felt a swirl in your belly at the noise. “So, you gonna come with me?”

“Come with you… where?”

“To the city, on tour- everywhere. I don’t wanna leave you behind.” He was as serious as a heart attack and you knew it.

“Don’t you think this might be a little soon?” Everything seemed to be going fast paced in the last week, when you were the one who wanted to take things slow to not fuck it up. “I don’t know if I can go back to the city, Eddie. It’s too much for me. I could see him anywhere-”

“Baby, it’s Chicago, not Indianapolis.”

Oh, fuck. A whole other state. What would you do, surely you’d get cut off from your parents. There’s absolutely no way they’d be ok with this, tarnishing the Harrington name after you already fucked it up by breaking things off with Charlie. They’d surely disown you.

“You there?” Eddie sounded concerned.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m here. I’m just, it’s a lot to ask, Eddie. I’m going to have to think about it.”

“Well, I’ve gotta run this contract over to you today so you can take it to work tomorrow, or I could pick you up in the morning and take you to work?” He had a glimmer of hope in his voice. “This kinda thing usually takes a few months he said, so it’s not like I’m going anywhere soon.”

“How about you come pick me up today, and take me to work in the morning?”

He excitedly answered, smiling through the phone “Really? You don’t hate me?”

“No I don’t, but I do want to see you before I start this boring desk 9-5 job.”

“See you in an hour?”

“See you then.” You both hung up the phone, and you made your way downstairs where there were Sunday breakfast leftovers on the counter left for you. Your parents had left a note, “running errands for the day, be back tonight.” You rolled your eyes at their absence, yet again. You knew your dad had a business trip again next week, so that’s probably why he wanted you to start this week to get trained.

“You look rough.” Steve shocked you as he came up behind you, his bed head was more wild than you’d ever seen.

“Same goes for you. Why didn’t you answer the phone ringing earlier? Thought I was home alone.”

“Not so lucky. I unplug mine when I’m sleeping, so I didn’t even hear it. Your elephant stomping down the stairs woke me up more than anything.”

You rolled your eyes as you bit into a piece of crispy bacon.

“Eddie called and apologized this morning. Said he’d come over here soon to get me and I’m gonna stay with him tonight, then he’ll take me to work in the morning.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, “Listen, I know you’re my older sister, and I know you two have been, or were friends forever, but do you think this is going too fast? Don’t you need, need some time maybe?”

You furrowed your brows at your brother, “I think that’s none of your business, but thank you for the concern. We’re just spending time together.”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re over there all the time already and it’s barely been any time at all.”

“And? You can go around on dates every weekend and sleep with a different girl and no one bats an eye? Where’s this coming from? I’m the one on my period right now, I didn’t know you and Eddie had synced up too.”

“I’m sorry. Just trying to look out for both of you.” You both picked at the breakfast quietly, avoiding each other's glares. “Gonna go shower and get ready before he gets here.”

“Mhm.” Steve said with his mouth full of pancakes.

“So Stevie thinks we’re going too fast?” Eddie asked in a taunting voice as he handed you the joint as you swung together on the back porch swing.

“Guess so. Because he knows so much about successful relationships.”

“You think so too though, because you said you wouldn’t-”

You playfully put your hand on his mouth to shut him up, “Please. We’re having a good afternoon. I don’t wanna talk about this yet.” He watched you through squinted eyes as you took a hit off the joint and held it in your lungs for an impressive amount of time, then passed it back to him.

“So what do you wanna talk about?” Eddie leaned in closer to your side and slipped his arm around your shoulders, and you felt cozy enough to lean into him.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? There you go again with that cute little, ‘nothing.’” He mocked your tone with a high pitched voice, which earned him a light slap on the chest. “Hey, watch it. I’m healing wounds under here- don’t make them bleed again.”

“Eddie, they’re scars, not scabs.” You rolled your eyes as he held the joint up to your lips again, and you took another hit, doing the same as you did earlier. “I’m good after that one.”

“Yeah? You feeling good?” His voice was warm in your ear, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Mhm.” You answered and closed your eyes, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. “Really good.”

“Really wanna make you feel good again, baby.” He was rubbing his other hand on your thigh, and with each up and down motion he was getting closer and closer to your heat.

“Eddie, I-”

“There’s other things we can do.”

“What? I’ll make a mess.”

“I don’t mind a mess, but I have an idea.” He said with a smirk in his voice. You opened your eyes and looked at him, he was already looking down at you, his hand had stopped moving and was now resting high up on your thigh. It crept to the inside, and you felt yourself squeezing your legs together to keep him from feeling anything more. “Relax.” He smashed out the joint and stood up, offering you his hand. “C’mon. My room.”

“Nu-uh.” You shook your head, and crossed your arms over your chest.

He leaned down to meet your face, his eyes were a little bloodshot from the extra hits he’d taken between your few, his tolerance being higher than yours. “Wanna be my good girl?” You felt your stomach drop, and your body turning to complete goo at his words. “Or am I gonna have to pick you up and carry you? ‘Cause I’m gonna get you there one way or another, baby.”

You took his extended hand and pulled yourself up as best as you could, your knees already feeling weak at just his words.

You’d never been much of a girl for dirty talk in the bedroom, or at all. But your experience was limited, and it was a little intimidating that Eddie was clearly somehow more experienced in this department than you. He knew the words to say, and how to say them, and it made you wonder who, how, and-

“Hey, pretty girl. Get out of that head of yours. I can hear you thinking. Anything you don’t wanna do, just say it and we’ll stop.” You’d made it to his bedroom now, and he had his hands resting gently on your shoulders.

“Okay.” You said quietly.

“Now, I asked you out there-” He took a step closer to you, and put his heavy pointer finger under your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his, “are you gonna be my good girl?” You nodded, actually stunned at the effect that his words had on you. He slung his jacket off his shoulders, and pulled his shirt off. You quietly gasped at seeing the scars all over his muscular back, shoulders, his chest and stomach as he turned around to meet you. Your fingers reached out to trace the pink lines mapped out over his abdomen, and he reached up to pull your hand away.

“Eddie, I’m sorry-”

“I figured you gotta see them soon enough. We’ll work our way there. Take off your top, baby.” His fingers danced at the hem of your ribbed black t-shirt. He slowly teased his way up your body with the shirt until he pulled it up and over your head. “No bra? Not what I expected from you, Harrington.” He started kissing your neck with excitement as his cold hands were snaking their way up your sides, and he paused, “you sure you’re okay? I know you said you hadn’t done much with him, or anyone else. Just please stop me-”

“Eddie, just shut the fuck up and kiss me.” You lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he pulled your body close to his. Your bare skin colliding with his felt so good, but it was so different than what you were used to. You felt your nipples harden at the arousal that was pooling in your belly again, and it peaked again when Eddie was already moaning into your kisses. One of his hands slid up your side, to the front of your ribcage where he finally cupped your breast in his hand.

You both moaned at the feeling, “fuck, your tits feel so good.” He kneaded at it with fervor, and moved on to pinching your nipple. You moaned out again, breaking the kiss. “You like that, baby?”

All you could get out was a nod, you’d never had your tits played with before now by someone else. “Get on the bed, and get those jeans off- just the jeans.” You scooted out of your jeans, and sat on his bed, watching him slowly prowl over to you. “Lay back.” You scooted back and rested your head on his pillows as you anxiously watched him crawl over you to meet you, he leaned in and kissed you again, this time it was hungrier, sloppier, and his hand was more rough as it groped your chest. He broke the kiss to attack your neck, then your collarbones, and then he finally put his mouth on one of your nipples. He sucked it into his warm, heated mouth and you felt his tongue rolling around your nipple, causing your back to arch. He pulled off with a smile on his face, then blew air into the wet tit and you watched as your nipple became more hard.

“Fuck, that feels good.” You moaned out softly, and you watched as he went down on the other one, still playing with the first so it wasn’t ignored. You watched him go back and forth between the two for a few minutes, and clearly Eddie could’ve spent half the day with your tits in his mouth but you were growing anxious to get off. You tugged his hair to get him to meet your face, pushing up off the pillows to kiss him deeply again.

“Want you to try something new for me, ‘kay? Since you’re on the rag and all. I’d fuck you right now no problem, but I know you’re a little shy about it, aren’t you?”

You blushed and nodded, “yeah, I’ll try something new.”

“M’gonna sit on the edge of the bed and want you to straddle my thigh. Just one.” And he scooted down to the foot of the bed, and helped you climb onto his thigh- he was still in his black jeans. “Sit down harder, baby. Remember you’re gonna be my good girl, right? Want you to use me. Use my thigh to get yourself off.”

“H-how?” You asked, feeling silly for being in your underwear, straddling your boyfriends leg.

“Shit, you never done this before? Not even with a pillow?” You shook your head, and Eddie placed his hands on your hips. “Just grind on me baby. Back and forth. Whatever feels good, I got you.”

You nodded and started moving against his thigh, feeling the thick fabric rub your cunt in the right ways.

“Fuck, why have I never done this before?” You rolled your head back with your eyes as you rode Eddie’s thigh, stabilizing yourself on his shoulders. His mouth was roaming your upper body, likely leaving hickies everywhere. Your high was making this feel so much better, and you could already feel yourself close to the edge.

“Feel good?” Eddie asked, his lips still moving over your body, kissing and tasting anywhere he could get his mouth on. You nodded and moaned, unable to say anything. “That's my good girl, use my leg to make yourself cum, baby.” You ground yourself harder against the rough fabric and squeezed your thighs closer to his leg to chase your orgasm.

“Fuck!” You yelled as you came undone on his leg, your chest heaving, and your head tucked into the side crook of his neck, where his curls were tickling your face. “How do you know so much?”

“I’ve seen a lotta porn, babe. Your brother works at-”

“Christ, Eddie. I don’t need to know that you rent porn from my brother. Why the fuck does family video have an adult only section?” You earned a chuckle from Eddie as you absentmindedly twirled your fingers through his hair. “I feel so silly about anything like this because everything I’ve ever done before was just… for him. Never about me, never what I wanted, when I wanted, and-”

“And, that’s fucking pathetic. You should have been treated better than that. Your body? I wanna worship every inch of it, your skin is so soft, you’re so beautiful, and I want you to know that.” You were blushing as his hands were still roaming your body.

“Do you want me to, you know, help you?”

“Nah, you don’t have to. I don’t ever expect anything from you.” He smiled and you could feel it as he kissed the top of your shoulder.

A few hours later you found yourself sitting at the Munson kitchen table, reading over the rough draft of a contract Eddie had remembered to grab and put in his pocket from the show, while he was down the hall practicing guitar. You took another sip of the cold coffee as you read through the extensive stipulations.

“Hey, Eddie?” You called out. “Eddie?” You said a little louder, and he must have heard you. He came around the corner in his holey jeans, and a loose Iron Maiden t-shirt that had seen better days.

“Yeah?” The look on his face only made you realize how hard it was going to be to break the news.

“I uh, do you mind if I take this with me tomorrow? There’s a few things that I want to get checked out by one of dad’s guys. I just don’t understand this level of l legal talk, and I don’t want you signing something away that you don’t want to.”

You watched his face fall slowly. “Yeah, I think that’s probably for the best. Does it look good to you?”

“Some of it does, but I’m not sure about some of it. You have to be really careful with these lengthy contracts. Sometimes they can really screw you over, and it seems like some statements are negating other things.”

He nodded slowly, scratching at his chin. “You don’t think we should sign it, do you?”

“I’m not saying that exactly, I’m just saying I think it needs to be read through by someone smarter than me who knows more about how this works.” You gestured to the papers in front of you. “I mean, really, this guy just came out of nowhere to find you guys. He could be a total fraud.”

“What do we have to lose though?” He walked closer, leaning against the kitchen counter closest to you.

“A lot. I mean, it says if you don’t fulfill a certain amount of record sales- which, I fully believe you’re capable of- you could owe them a lot of money. Or if you don’t sell a percentage of tickets, they can break the contract. But here, it says-”

“Okay, okay. I get it.” He put his chin in his hand and rested it there, his dark eyes looking at you. “I’m glad you’re smarter than me.”

“I’m not, I just spent years of my life studying this and figuring out how people word these to trick people who haven’t spent years of their life studying.”

“You’ve always been the smart one. Top of the class, you’re the real nerd.” He smiled, slowly walking towards you. “Your campaigns always, always were better than mine.”

“I mean, absolutely they were. But I don’t know about now.”

“Hold on.” Eddie held up a finger and ran out of the kitchen, down the hallway. You heard some rustling and pushed the contract out of your way, your eyes hurting from the small print. “Here.” He said as he plopped the book down on the table.

Your book. Your book from middle school, at that.

“Eddie, how- how do you have this? Did it not get ruined when you lost yours and Wayne’s house?” You ran your fingers over the cover, before you opened it up, immediately recognizing your own handwriting, paired with Eddie’s chicken scratch of notes. “And wait- did you use some of my campaigns?”

“Just a few. Just the good ones, I saved the best ones for when you came back.”

“What if I never did?” You looked up at him as he was beaming a smile at you.

“Somehow I always knew you would.”

“Scott, would you mind looking over a few things on this for me?” You walked into your dad’s employee’s office. He was always your favorite of your dad’s friends, he’d seen you and Steve grow up. Scott didn’t have a family of his own at all, so he was present at a lot of your family’s parties and events. He was like a second dad, but a cooler one.

“Sure thing, just shut the door and have a seat. I could use a break from the woes of the Hawkins community. What do we have?”

“So, Eddie, my boyfriend, has been playing in his band for a while-”

“Wait, like, Eddie Munson? Like, devil worshipping, town killer, etc?”

“Yes, that one.” This was not what you expected, or wanted when you came into his office today.

“Oh God, I know your mom loves this. I always told your dad the two of you were gonna be somethin’ one day.”

You blushed, but continued on, “So, at their show the other night this guy approached them with his record label from Chicago. He had a contract ready to go and I’ve looked over it, and some things just don’t seem right. I highlighted everything I questioned but there may be more, and I just needed another opinion about it.”

“Let me see here.” He sat back in his leather desk chair and put his glasses on. You noticed the way his hair had grayed since you’d last seen him, the way his eyes and mouth had crinkled more from the smiling faces you remember him always making. “Your brother doing good?”

“Yeah, he’s doing alright.”

“Glad to be back here?” He asked as he kept reading over the papers.

“Could be worse.”

“I hear ya.” He nodded, reading through the pages. You sat at his desk, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Can you give me the rest of the afternoon for this? I have the time, just don’t want you sittin’ here doing nothing. If you want, there’s some paperwork in the basement that we moved from your office down there that needs to be put into the empty file cabinets. Doris has the keys, if you just ask her for them. Your dad left a note of things for you to do today and that was one of them. By the time you get everything filed away, I should be done.”

“Yeah, I can do that. Thanks, Scott.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” You smiled at the endearing name, coming from anyone else his age it would be creepy but you knew he didn’t mean it that way.

Doris was quite the character. She’d worked as the front desk secretary for the entire time your dad’s firm had been opened. She took her job way too seriously, and she didn’t like many people. But you and your brother just so happened to be two of her favorite people.

“Oh sure, here’s the keys! I’m just so glad you’ll be working with us. Your dad is so proud of you for coming home and working under the family name, you know that?” You shrugged and held back an eye roll. “You remember what door it is, right?”

“Of course. Thanks, Mrs. Doris.” You grabbed the keys from her and rolled your eyes as you walked away, remembering how she used to gloat over your brother anytime she got the chance to, and now she was doing it to you.

You turned the key to the door and went down the stairs, into the well lit basement. It smelled the same from when you were a kid- sometimes you’d have to come up here after school, and your dad had a desk down here for you and Steve to do homework, or color when you two were younger. It would be creepy to some, but you both loved it. You didn’t have to hear your dads boring conference meetings, or him yelling at employees. It was your hiding spot and you felt safe down here.

You easily found the piles of files that were meant to be organized by you- they were stacked on your old desk and disheveled from being moved so hastily down here. You opened up the top drawer to an empty cabinet, and you got to organizing the files alphabetically. These were all of this years cases the office had dealt with, from the beginning of the year to now, and you knew they just wanted them organized by the last name.

You recognized a few of the last names, and being nosy, of course you had to browse through some. You scoffed at the DUIs, and other small “crimes” the office either handled or probably hid from the public eye, until you saw a last name that was all too familiar.

“Munson, Edward - ‘86”

Shit. Shit! What do you do? It was one of the thickest folders you’d picked up in the last hour. You knew what you should do, what was the right thing. But what had Eddie done this year that your dads lawyers would’ve been responsible for defending him for?

You carefully opened the Manila folder, and read the first line.

“Hawkins Lab (plaintiff) vs Edward Munson (defendant) 1986”

“Holy fuck.” You whispered to yourself, carefully turning the next page. “Why would they file a lawsuit against Eddie?” You whispered out loud to no one, as you continued to get through the pages. You heard the door open up the stairs, and you shoved the folder underneath the others, not wanting to put it in a cabinet yet.

“You still busy down here?” Doris asked from the third step. “It’s lunch time and you got someone askin’ to take you out to lunch.”

“What?”

“Some guy with curly hair and a jacket on. Is he trouble? Do I need to get him out of here? Is he the one your dad told me to kick out if we saw him?”

“No, no. Doris, that's Eddie, my boyfriend. Charlie’s the one we want to kick out. I’ll be right up, let me finish tidying these.”

“Oh no, you go on up there and take your lunch. You’ve been down here for about two hours already. The mess can wait.”

“I really don’t mind tidying up a bit before I go.” You told her, trying to delay her and finding a quick, more hidden spot for the files.

“Alright, I’ll tell him you’ll be up in a minute. Don’t take a minute longer!”

“Yeah, sure.” You pretended to rummage around, then grabbed the Munson file and hid it in another file cabinet that was collecting dust. Surely no one would suspect you putting it there.

You walked up the basement stairs, shutting and locking the door behind you, as you shoved the basement key into your pocket. You felt your mind spinning as you walked towards the front, unsure of whether to bring up what you found or not.

“Hey beautiful.” Eddie greeted you with a hug, kiss on the cheek, and a small bouquet of flowers in a small vase in his hand.

“Hey.” You said, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “C’mon, I’ll put these on my desk and we can go to lunch.” You pulled on his hand to tug him with you to your minimally decorated office space that screamed “temporary”.

“Oh hey, I was just looking for you!” Scott said as he walked around a corner. “And you!” He pointed at Eddie, who then pointed at himself. “You have a free minute?”

“We were about to go to lunch.” You said as you set your flowers down on your desk and picked up your purse. “Eddie, this is Scott- he’s worked with dad for forever, and I had him read over the contract from the label for you this morning. Scott, this is Eddie.” You observed the two exchanging glances at each other, then they introduced themselves. You could tell by Eddie’s faltering voice he was putting on a front- they had definitely met before. Maybe it had been a long time ago that they’d crossed paths, but you had a feeling you needed to get to that file.

“Won’t take but a minute. Have a seat.” He gestured towards the seats in your office, and you took a seat behind your desk, wanting to be able to watch the two interact.

“So uh, seems here we’ve got an entirely too controlling contract. I’ve gone through everything Harrington already combed through, added more comments, and even found a few more things. It seems to me like this guys label is pretty scummy, I don’t know that I’d take them up on this one.” You watched Eddie’s shoulders deflate as the contract was placed into his hands. “The choice is ultimately yours, but once you read through you’ll see what I’m talking about. I don’t think it’s the right one, I don’t trust that they’re not trying to take everything you guys have.” Scott eyed Eddie, waiting for him to look up at him from the paperwork.

“Well, I appreciate the time you took going through it. I’ll take it to the guys at practice tonight and we’ll talk it over to see how everyone’s feeling.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” Scott stood up and patted Eddie on the shoulder, “Good to see you.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you too!” Eddie yelled back as Scott exited your office. “Pizza for lunch?”

“Sounds delicious to me.” You followed Eddie out of the office and to his van. He chucked the contract into the back of it, and you watched it fall to the floor.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked, patting his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He backed out of his parking spot and started to drive away. “How’s your first day?” Here’s your chance. Perfect time to bring it up.

“Pretty… boring.” You can’t do it. “Scott and Doris had me in the basement organizing some things that were in my office that hastily got thrown down there at some point to make my office look unoccupied. He’s got a whole list of things for me to do if I’m bored. Seems like I’m going to be doing busy work and getting paid for it.”

“That’s some shit. You’re smarter than that.” He said, resting his elbow on the window sill of his door.

“Yeah, I mean I’m sure it’ll get more interesting later. I didn’t expect to get put on any actual cases or anything, but I did expect to be doing more than coffee runs or something like that.”

“They have you running coffee?”

“Absolutely not. It’s just my first day, so I’m not really expecting much. Dad said he’d be in tomorrow morning to get me set up. I think today is just a day of busy work since I wasn’t expected to start working so soon. Or at all, even.”

“I’ve got an appointment after lunch.” Eddie blurted out.

“Yeah? Where?” You looked over at him, and he looked nervous as he bit his nails.

“You know where.”

“Oh. You’re actually going? Do you need me to go with you?”

“Steve is. He’s meeting us at lunch.” He quickly replied.

“Oh.” You said as you looked out the window. Eddie was clearly a nervous wreck, and there wasn’t much you had to say to the dull conversation. You two pulled up at the pizza place beside Steve’s car, and he hopped out at the same time you did. A fourth car door shut on the other side of you, and you were met with Jim Hopper.

“What’s going on?” You asked, suddenly confused about this lunch meeting.

“He’s coming too.” Steve spoke up, placing a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder as you guys walked into the restaurant.

The four of you sat down at a back booth, you sat across from your brother and Hopper, and Eddie sat beside you.

“So is this like, an intervention? What’s going on?” You felt even more clueless.

“They need to speak to Eddie and have questions about you, so they need you too.” Hopper said.

“What?” You said bluntly as the waitress came up to take your orders- you added on a beer to yours for your nerves.

“Yeah, apparently you’re going to have to answer a few questions since you’ve observed Eddie’s behavior with the nightmares. I’ve gotta go since he’s always calling me, and-”

“How do they know?” You interrupted your brother.

“I told them, when I called to ask them what I needed to do. Then they gave me 20 questions and I panic answered them, not knowing they’d drag you into it. Hopper is going just to make sure no funny business happens. I’m really sorry.” Eddie looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. I wanted to go with you if you needed me anyway. You need to talk to someone about this. Maybe they can help you.”

Hopper scoffed. “He needs a real therapist. I’m afraid this is just going to stir some more shit up. I don’t trust these guys, even though the lab is gone. How did just enough of them just survive to stick around to make sure you kids didn’t need anything?”

You four all looked at each other, you being the most clueless of all.

“I suggest being brief. Don’t tell them anymore than they ask. Don’t tell them who you hang out with, who you see, or where you work. Especially you, Harrington.” Hopper pointed at me. “They already know your family, but they’re gonna be hounding you for all they can.”

“Why me? Why not Steve? He’s the one who went down there into their whole, alternate universe world… thing.”

“Because of your j-” Hopper started.

“Because they didn’t know he had a sister, and they thought it was weird you came back to Hawkins. They want to know what you know about it all.” Eddie cut Hopper off immediately, and you didn’t miss the look on Steve’s face. He knew something too.

You looked at Eddie, who was trying so hard to lie to you.

“Would it have to do with the huge file at my dad’s law firm labeled Hawkins Lab vs Munson? The one from, I dunno- 1986?” You shrugged, looking at the men at the table.

“Fuck, we don’t have enough time for this.” Steve ran his hands through his hair.

“So you were just going to casually leave out that dad fucking defended Eddie against the LAB?! What were they trying to say happened? Both of you- you both lied to me!” You tried not to raise your voice, and thankfully the kitchen sounds were loud enough as the lunch crowd picked up. “You could’ve told me that when you dropped the whole Hawkins-has-a-creepy-second-life-going-on-underneath-it bomb, and it would’ve been fine? But now I’m working there and these scary lab people are going to ask about it?”

“See, you don’t work there. You work at Family Video with Steve.” Hopper corrected you.

“That would’ve been nice to know!” You raised your voice again. “So what case did they bring out against Eddie?”

“I told you, I almost died down there. I did. But I came back through, and no one that ever died down there came back up to Hawkins and they created this huge case trying to make it look like I was the one who created the gates- because of the whole town freak thing, right? Believable.” He took a deep sigh, “Scott defended me. Your dad couldn’t, because it was considered a conflict of interest because they knew we used to be friends.”

“What, how did they know that?”

“They know everything. Well, they used to, they’d been watching our town and listening to everything for years before we discovered what they were really doing with their experiments. With a lot less people they’ve become a small organization, and they’re basically sticking around to see if any other activity starts to happen, and observe and be ‘helpful’ if anyone affected by the ‘earthquake’ needs help.” Steve answered.

“How can you trust them?” You asked.

“Your dad’s firm won against them in Eddie’s favor, so they’re at the mercy of him.” Jim spoke, and you looked between the three guys again, completely baffled, yet again, at how much had happened in the short time of you being back.

“I need to get some fresh air.” You pushed your way out of the booth and fled outside, forgetting your jacket at the booth. You felt yourself warming up out of rage as you walked over to the alley beside the restaurant. You grounded yourself against the cold brick wall and closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to avoid an anxiety attack.

“You good?” Eddie appeared out of nowhere and you jumped out of your skin.

“No, I’m not good.” You answered him as you opened your eyes. “Eddie, what the fuck?!”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Sorry for leaving out a huge, major detail, and everyone’s just been pretending since I’ve been home?! This is not okay. This is not why I came home. I came home for some normalcy, for LESS drama than I had in the city. And it’s been non-fucking-stop since I got back. I don’t know that I even had this much happen in high school.” You ran a hand through your hair nervously, “what am I supposed to do?! I can’t keep finding things out, Eddie. I can’t do this. I can’t keep on walking around on eggshells whether is your short temper, or my parents, or avoiding running into anyone from high school, or the fucking upside down bullshit!? Why is all of this happening as soon as I come home?!” You cried out to him as he stared at you with a blank face and no answers. You put your hands on his shoulders and felt yourself pushing against him. “Someone give me some fucking answers!” Eddie grabbed your hands, and you felt your body freeze. What was he about to do? He placed them gently around his neck, before he wrapped one arm, then another, around your body and slowly pulled you into him, hugging your shaking form.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I should’ve died down there. I didn’t want you dragged into this, but I let it slip on the phone this morning when I called them because I thought it was the right thing to do to get help. If I call a normal shrink, they’re gonna commit me for thinking I’m fucking insane for what I’d tell them. I can’t call anyone else. Only your family, the kids, Robin, and a few others really know what happened during the so-called earthquake, okay? We have to be so careful about this. I’m sorry.” He hugged you as he let out a cry.

“Don’t you ever say you should’ve died down there.” You muttered into his chest.

“No, I should have. I quite frankly should not have made it. They thought I was dead for the longest time, til we all started having nightmares. Then when they realized I was alive, their case was brought against me, in case the truth got out, they thought that their asses would be covered by shifting the blame to me.”

You paused. Eddie had been carrying this around too, and it didn’t excuse his actions but you could see why he’d been a little more quick tempered and anxious than usual.

“After today, can we just start over and see if things can be normal? I’m really fucking tired.”

“I’d love nothing more than that.” You wiped your tears at his response, and hugged him tighter to you. “We better get in there and eat, they’re expecting us at 1:30.” You nodded as you broke your embrace and followed him back into the restaurant.

Another surprise, Scott was at the Hawkins Lab offices. He gave you a sympathetic smile as your eyes met, and you all walked in together to the meeting. Turns out that it wasn’t quite as scary looking as you expected it to be inside, it looked like a normal, plain office space.

“Munson, Harrington?” A lady’s voice called from the desk. “Separate rooms, 103, 104-”

“No, they're all going to be interviewed together in the same room. I’m their lawyer, and I have to be present as well.” Scott slammed his business card down on the desk and slid it towards the lady. She eyed it, and put it back down.

“Follow me.” Okay, maybe it was a little scary. You felt a timid, clammy hand grab yours, and you looked at it to see it was your brother beside you.

“You’re good, okay?” He whispered, knowing you were the anxious one of the two of you. “Let Scott do most of the talking, only answer if you absolutely have to. If you don’t know if you should, just look at him and he’ll give you the go ahead or not.” Clearly your brother had been there before, and knew what to do with these guys.

You nodded and squeezed his hand back before dropping it to your side.

You all entered what looked like a conference room, and took your seats at a long table. Paperwork was everywhere, and you tried to see what some of it was as you walked to your seat beside Eddie, but you couldn’t make anything out.

“They’ll be in shortly.” The lady said before she walked out.

Eddie leaned in and whispered, “the whole room is mic’d up, and security cameras in every corner. Stay quiet.” You nodded and looked at him, his eyes were wide with a look in them you had never seen before.

“Hi, I’m sorry it took us a minute to get back here. I hear you’re having some nightmares, Mr. Munson?” The man quickly shut the door and sat down across the table from you.

“Yeah, they’re back.”

“Would you say they ever went away with the medications, or did they just lessen?” He flipped through some papers before looking up at Eddie.

“They never went away.” His leg was practically jumping up and down as he answered this man in a white coat.

“You didn’t check in with us for the last few months, so we’d assumed your medication dose didn’t need adjusting. You are the only one of the group who uh, experienced what you did in the lab, but we really thought the dose you were prescribed would be enough. Now, you also said you’d noticed some personality changes?”

“Yeah.” He answered, looking straight at the man.

“Like, what?”

“Been gettin’ madder a lot quicker lately. But I’d assume that’s from the lack of sleep and the dreams. Anytime I fall asleep, I get the dreams.”

“So, on average how many hours of sleep are you getting each night? Because that could greatly impact the effectiveness of the program we have you on too.”

“N-not many. Maybe four?” You looked at Eddie again, you’d been sleeping over with him a lot and never realized that he wasn’t getting a full night's rest.

“We’ll have to change those meds for you then, how does that sound?”

“Not like I’m gonna take ‘em.” He muttered.

“Oh, you haven’t been taking them?” The doctor put the files down. “And this is, your girlfriend?”

Eddie nodded, and sat up straighter. “Have you noticed a change in him?”

You went to open your mouth, but Scott spoke up.

“She’s the one who’s been around him with the nightmares. She says he wakes up unsettled, upset.”

“Mr. Munson, are you experiencing any physical pain from these dreams?”

He looked at Scott, who gave him a small nod.

“Sometimes my scars hurt after I’ve had a bad dream. Like, they feel fresh again.”

“But no pain during the day, when you’re awake?” Eddie shook his head no as the doctor sighed and shuffled through some papers. “I honestly think it’s fine. We know that everything is closed off, there should be zero chance of this happening again.”

“I just wanna get some sleep.” Eddie said as he yawned.

“Then take the meds.” The doctor slid over a handwritten prescription for what looked like 3 different medications. “It’s helped everyone you know, and it’s not a permanent thing. You just experienced major trauma.” The doctor had a seat, making him look a little less scary. “Is there a reason you’re so against this?”

You watched as Eddie visibly squirmed in his seat. You reached out a hand and held his, squeezing it lightly.

“My dad had a substance problem. Pills, alcohol, anything he could get his hands on. I’m afraid I’ll turn into that.” He wouldn’t look anywhere but the doctor as he spoke.

“All of these are controlled, and you are only allowed a certain number a month. If you’d prefer you could ask the pharmacy to dispense it to you weekly, or have a friend keep hold of them just in case. One is for sleep, one is for any panic attacks, and another is a daily medication to keep your mood more at ease.” He looked more kind than he did before, and everyone was glancing at Eddie to respond, but he just had a deer in the headlights look on his face.

“Hey, Harrington- let’s give him some privacy.” Hopper nodded at you, and you squeezed Eddie’s hand again, but he quickly withdrew it from your grip. You swallowed hard as you walked out behind Jim, feeling a lump in your throat form.

The second you reached outside of the office space, and the wind caught your breath, you felt the tears stream down your face. Everything had felt like so much for the past few weeks since you’d been back in Hawkins, but you had no idea the extent of what Eddie had been dealing with. You felt a hand rubbing your shoulder, and Jim guided you back to his vehicle where you climbed into the passenger seat, still crying.

“I shouldn’t have come back here. I should’ve just gone somewhere else.” You said as you wiped your eyes.

“God, Harrington, you’re so dramatic. Don’t go saying that. I think he needs you here.”

“Bullshit, Hopper. Why did he pull away from me when I just tried to hold his hand?!”

He slowly looked at you before speaking calmly. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, okay? You can’t get mad at me.” He paused, “Alright?”

“Yeah. I won’t.” You sniffled and dried your eyes.

“The people closest to you in your life- your brother, Eddie, me, Joyce, Robin, all those kids. All of us have experienced some of the absolute worst things you could imagine seeing. None of it was fake, it’s been hell here for years. We saw people we loved die, Dustin held Eddie as he died and somehow he managed to escape and live to tell the story, except we were all told we can’t tell it to anyone. I know the trauma you had back in the city was bad too, I’m not saying it wasn’t, but this was a different type of haunting experience for us all involved. We’ve all had to seek help to stay here and attempt to heal, everyone except Eddie. And until you got here, he wouldn’t talk to anyone about going to get help. That, in there, was actually the best he’s ever reacted to the doctor giving him advice. And the only thing that has changed at all, is you being by his side. I knew his dad, I know his uncle. That boy has nothing but stubborn Munson blood running through his veins. But he’s got his moms heart, and you bring that out in him. He’s gonna get help, you just gotta be patient with him and let him know you’re gonna be with him. He’s terrified to lose anyone.” You watched as Hopper smoothed his hand over his mouth, “So I need you to do something that you Harrington’s have a real hard time doing- I need you to get that stick out of your ass that you all have, and you can’t react to his feelings this way, don’t make this about you right now. I’m telling you, you don’t want to know what we saw. Did they tell you I was in a Russian prison being held captive? I got tortured, could’ve and almost died, but I couldn’t give up. Those kids and this town were depending on me. I couldn’t lose El, and she couldn’t lose me.”

You took a deep breath in and out, taking in all of Hopper’s words as he put his hand on top of yours.

“You need to be here for him, he needs you. You can’t give up on him.”

“I do kinda have a stick up my ass sometimes, don’t I?” You joked, making light of the situation.

“All you Harrington’s do. You’re born with it. But you’ve all got good hair, so I guess that’s the trade off.”

“Any hair is good compared to yours.” You quipped at him as he lit a cigarette and rolled his window down. You reached for one and he handed you his lighter.

“Didn't know you smoked?”

“Not usually this, but after that conversation I’ll take anything.” You scoffed.

“Something else is you two siblings can be really dumb. You do realize you’re in a cop’s car right now, don’t you?”

“And you do realize who my boyfriend is, don’t you?”

“Touché.” Jim said to you as you both took a drag of your cigarette and waited for the other three to come out.

About fifteen minutes later, and two more cigarettes each, you saw Steve and Eddie walk out behind Scott, Steve’s arm was around Eddie’s shoulder. You didn’t know if you should get out of the truck, or if you should wait to approach them.

“Go hug ‘em.” Hopper hit the unlock button as if he read your mind, and you jumped out and quickly approached both boys. You first hugged Steve, who had dropped his arm quickly to return the hug to you.

“Thanks.” He muttered in your ear. “I’ll see you later.” You told him bye as you watched him walk to his car.

You turned to Eddie who was standing there, watching Steve drive away, avoiding eye contact.

“Hey, I’m proud of you.” You broke the silence, and tested the waters as you gently placed your hand on his arm.

“Thanks for being there with me.” He wrapped his arms around you slowly, and pulled you into his body. “I should’ve told you about everything, but I didn’t know how you’d react. Everything’s out now. I promise.”

“I believe you. I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through and I just walked in expecting that you owed me a thorough explanation reliving your trauma when it’s still probably too fresh for you to even process. I’m really fucking proud of you for going today, Eddie.” You pulled back and kissed him on the cheek. Hopper honked his horn, and put his car in reverse as you and Eddie both shot him the bird at the same time, causing you both to giggle.

“I think that was enough for you today, Harrington. I’ll clock you out at 5, and tell Doris you had some offsite work to get done with me so you’ll be in the clear.” You thought about giving him the basement key in your pocket, but something told you not to.

“Thanks, Scott.” You told him with a smile, and watched as Eddie gave him a hug too before he walked off to his car.

“So, you think you could ride with me to get these filled, or-” Eddie nervously asked you, “I can go later if you just wanna go home, I can take you.”

“No, I’ll go with you. And if you need me to like, I dunno, keep you accountable for anything I can. Or if you don’t want me to, just say that.”

“Steve’s gonna do that for me, but I appreciate the offer. For now, I just want you to be my girl.”

Your heart swooned at the use of the phrase, as he kissed you on the side of your head.

“I can do that.” You smiled at him before heading to his van.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x harrington!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you

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augiewrites · 5 months

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“under the neon glow” - charlie dalton

summary: charlie convinces y/n to sneak out

paring: charlie dalton x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.1k

Y/N knew they were pushing their luck being in Charlie’s room so late at night, but Cameron was on a rare trip home and the couple would be stupid to pass up the opportunity.

And what an opportunity it was.

Y/N and Charlie were tangled up with each other in his small bed, the boy leaving a trail of kisses from Y/N’s lips to their neck.

“Don’t you dare give me a hickey, Dalton,” Y/N’s voice was stern, but there was a smile teasing their lips and they made no move to make him stop.

Charlie blew a raspberry into their neck before lightly sinking his teeth into the soft skin, “I wouldn’t dream of it, sweets.”

Y/N held back a squeal as best as they could—they didn’t want to take any risks to make this night end. They softly grabbed Charlie’s face and led his lips back to theirs.

“We should go somewhere,” Charlie mumbled against their lips.

“You’re joking, right?” Y/N laughed, breaking the kiss.

Charlie smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye—one that Y/N knew very well.

“Why not?”

Y/N mocked a thoughtful look, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because your partner is currently in your bed, and your roommate isn’t here to barge in on us?”

“You know I’d never let him stop me.”

“You’re disgusting, Charlie,” the smile on Y/N’s face took any bite out of their words.

“Come on Y/N, live a little.”

“If we get caught—“

Charlie expertly untangled himself from Y/N and crawled over them and out of the bed before they could even finish their thought. He had thrown on a sweater and had one shoe on before Y/N even made it to a sitting position.

One of Charlie’s sweatshirts gently smacked them in the face and fell into their lap as they moved to pick their own shirt up off the floor.

“Really?”

Charlie feigned innocence, “I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, Y/N.”

Y/N rolled their eyes at the boy, but pulled the sweater on nonetheless. It was one Y/N had their eye on for a while—oversized, a soft fabric of their favorite color, and (most importantly) it smelled of Charlie.

They were both aware he wouldn’t be getting it back any time soon.

“Where are we even going?”

“You’ll see,” Charlie pressed a chaste kiss to their lips before pulling them toward the door, “you’re going to love it.”

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Thanks to the dead poets society, the couple had become experts at sneaking away from Welton in the dead of the night. In mere minutes, Charlie had hijacked Knox’s bike, and Y/N was perched behind him on the seat as he pedaled toward town.

Y/N always felt so free when they were with Charlie. Tonight was no different—Y/N’s heart was soaring as they wrapped their arms tighter around his torso and felt the wind blowing through their hair.

Charlie was going much faster than he should have been with two people on the bike, and they arrived at their destination much faster than Y/N would have liked. Steadying themselves with their hands on Charlie’s hips, they maneuvered off the back of the bike. A bright neon sign buzzed lowly through the window in front of the bike rack.

OPEN 24/7

Charlie wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind, pressing a kiss just below their ear and murmuring, “Hungry?”

They turned their head to meet his lips, “Starved.”

He moved in front of them, opening the door and beckoning them through.

“Such a gentleman.”

“One of the last living few.”

Charlie took Y/N’s hand and led them to a booth in the corner. A bored looking waitress dropped off two menus that Charlie promptly pushed aside and ignored until she circled back around.

“What’ll you two have?” The waitress drolled.

“A basket of fries and a chocolate malt,” Charlie winked at Y/N, “two straws.”

The waitress didn’t bother to say anything, walking away once she wrote down the order.

Y/N raised their brow at the boy sitting across from them. Charlie simply smirked back.

“You trying to live out your Archie comics fantasy?”

“I wouldn’t correct you if you called me Archie for the rest of the night.”

Y/N hummed as they tapped their chin, pretending to inspect the boy’s features.

“You look more like a Jughead,” Y/N tisked, “my view from here, at least.”

Charlie held a hand over his heart and dramatically leaned forward in his seat, “I think you need a closer look.”

Y/N scooted closer to the window as Charlie moved around the table and slid into the booth next to them. He wrapped his arm around their waist and pulled them away from the window and into his side.

“How about now?”

“I think your main character syndrome is kicking in, Archie,” Y/N teased.

“Aren’t I though?” Charlie grinned. “Breaking out of prison to have a night out on the town with the most exquisite creature I’ve ever laid eyes on? Sounds like a main character to me.”

“Oh,” Y/N scoffed, “so you get to be the main character, but I’m a creature?”

“An exquisite one, Y/N.”

“You are so—“

Y/N was cut off by the waitress unceremoniously placing their fries and malt on the table in front of them. She pulled two straws out of her apron and not-so subtly rolled her eyes at the couple as she tossed them on the table. Charlie stopped the straws from rolling off as she turned and walked away.

“This diner has a Michelin star, did you know?”

Y/N burst into a fit of giggles as he blew the straw paper at their chest.

Charlie beamed at Y/N and popped a couple fries in his mouth. They fell into a comfortable silence as Y/N sipped on the malt.

Charlie moved to take a drink of the malt, but quickly darted his head to the side to press a kiss to Y/N’s cheek just as his lips were about to meet the straw. Y/N pulled back from their straw, gently grasping Charlie’s chin and pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“Can I tell you something?” Y/N blurted out as they pulled away.

“I’ve never stopped you before,” Charlie grinned, “don’t plan on starting now.”

“I think I’m in love with you.” Y/N’s cheeks flushed and their pulse quickened despite their best efforts to calm themselves.

“Well, I know I’m in love with you,” Charlie kissed Y/N again as relief flooded their system, “it’s a main character thing.”

#charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #dps #dps boys #dps fanfiction #dps x reader #dps fandom #dps fic

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no-see-um-incorrect · 4 months

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How the rest of the Yuurivoice boys are spending their New Year’s Eve

The bittersweet trio and big red already have new year’s specials, so they will not be included

No proofread

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Charlie 🐀🍕

He’s sitting on the couch with the little guy in his lap, Charlie is covering lil dudes coon ears with his hands. Casper comes around and sits behind him, laying their head on his shoulder.

“little dudes getting spooked from the fireworks, so he can sit in my lap so he doesn’t get scared, and I can sit in the lap of my Casper. to ring in the new year with the person who made this year Fucking incredible”

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Finn🌻

A little tipsy. Finn makes his way to the Hamic and crawls into the arms of his sunflower. watching the fireworks irrupt in the sky illuminating their faces with a variety of different colors.

“you OK baby?”

“Yea. Just a little too much wassail. i think…”

“Tipsy pink is a good look on you”

“oh, is that so~ well, the light from these fireworks is a very good look on you”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Soaking in yet another year of what they’ve built with each other

“Happy new year Finn”

“happy new year My love”

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Faust✨🎮

He’s on call with Star. They talked about a lot of things.

Life, Sex, trauma, how unbelievably sexy Arthur Morgan is.

Faust doesn’t really like alcohol. So he chugged a buzz ball at like 7:30 and shook his ass to Old FNAF Fan Songs for an hour. But now they were just chilling. waiting for the ball to drop.

“thanks for making the silence a little less silent starshine”

“thanks for being the friendly face that helps me bring in the new year”

“I would totally make out with you at midnight if you weren’t across the country”

“Yea Same”

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Auron 📚🖌️

Looking through the window of his office, Auron has an almost perfect view of town Square. He can see the people cheering hear the singers performing. but something or more accurately someone was missing. But just as the thought started to linger, he heard an all familiar knock.

“Hello Rook~ come to ask me why I’m in the office so late..especially on New Year’s Eve”

“Actually. I was going to ask if you wanted me to show you a lot better off of a view than that office window of yours”

“what did you have in mind?”

Rook extends their hands gesturing for him to follow them. He reluctantly takes their hand before he is quickly pulled down the hallway. many objections from him along the way. things like.

“why are you running so fast?”

“Where are we going?”

Met with answers like

“Thats not important”

“You’ll see”

They stop at the end of an obscure hallway to a door.

“This is the door to the roof…”

“…..👀”

“OH! Where going to the roof!…why are wE-”

Rook swings open the door grabs his hand and runs up the stairs all the way to the rooftop

“…..” he looks at the city below him.

All of the lights, the people, the music

“I also got this bottle of really tasty strawberry champagne if w-…..Auron?…You ok?”

“Sorry i…I’ve never seen the city from up here…”

“Well now you know there’s a better view then that stuffy office of yours”

“……”

“Thank you for being with me this year Rookie. You’ve actually made this year enjoyable”

“you’ve made it easy”

Auron turns towards Rook and wraps his arms around them, and pulls them into a soft slow kiss

“happy new year…lover”

“Your never gonna let me live down that break room whisper. are you?”

“Nope. Not for a second”

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Happy new year’s guys

Love y’all to pieces

#yuurivoice

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moral-terpitude · 1 year

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Quiet Sunday

Okay Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms, I got carried away with my Moodboard here! But rainy Sundays are my absolute favorite combination! A day with nothing to do, unless you make plans, to otherwise just enjoy a rainy day! Congrats on your 2.2k milestone!

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Sunday.

Out of all the days it was the most looked forward to in the Shelby family. Your portion of it anyway, for vastly different reasons you were sure from Arthur and Linda’s household.

It was the only day that everyone had figured out, after a good tongue lashing or two for stealing Tommy from your company on a Sunday, not to disturb your family.

As you made your way down the hall, a sweatshirt and leggings making you far more decent than the way Tommy left you in bed this morning to fall back asleep and enjoy some peace and quiet, you heard…nothing.

No sound of Frances vacuuming, no video game noises and boys hollering coming from Charlie’s room.

Nothing.

Just silence.

You quickly knocked twice on Tommy’s office door before peeking your head in, loose pieces of hair falling in your face as you waited for him to look up from the papers he was holding.

He looked more relaxed than usual, feet propped on his desk, skimming something for who knows what.

“C’mon then, love.” He nodded as he spoke, messy dark hair still unkept from when he got up, and thankfully for whoever else may have been in the house (had Finn ended up staying last night?), he was dressed in some lounge pants and a tee shirt.

You grinned, letting the door click closed behind you, and he let his feet fall from the desk to give you clearance to crawl into his lap.

“It’s quiet.”

The chuckle reverberated through his chest as he tucked you under his chin, discarding the papers on the desk.

“Rare anymore.” His agreement made a nostalgic feeling stir in your chest.

Rain pattered against the windows as you shifted, trying to get comfortable. “I miss getting up and finding you and your boy out in the stables on a Sunday morning, Tom.”

He huffed, “He’s your boy too, eh? Too worried about what his uncle and his friends are doing now.”

The fire crackled as the rain hammered against the roof, playing a sweet tune with the metal of the roof.

“He went with Finn?”

“I don’t think they can manage to get up to too much on a Sunday. Pol wanted them round to help with moving some furniture.”

Two soft taps on the door had you straightening up slightly, perched on Tommy’s leg as he informed Frances she could come in.

“Mrs. Shelby, would you like breakfast this morning?”

Tommy’s fingers felt like they were going to wear a hole in your leg as he kneaded at your thigh.

“No thank you, Frances. Maybe just some coffee. No rush, I’ll be down to get it.”

It was the first of the month, which meant going over the Itinerary (which, how could you small family of three be so busy?), planning the menu, you needed to sort the bills, the bookkeeper needed last months bank statements…

“What do you say we go to that book shop you like, eh?”

His eyes glimmered at the suggestion. You knew your hair would never survive this rain, and you already had how many rooms full of books—

“Is…” you could already see his inclination to roll his eyes as you tapped your chin with your pointer finger, the light of the fire glimmering in the nothing short of obnoxious ring that he had replaced twice with something “better” than the previous one, “Thomas Shelby OBE MP, asking me on a date?”

“Hmm,” his thumb brushed along your cheek, brow quirking as you were sure he was going to use the same line he always did in response, “don’t tell me wife.”

As if on queue, Tommy’s phone started to vibrate across the table, and you couldn’t contain the laugh anymore, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Your smile was contagious, and you left Tommy with whatever was so fucking urgent for Alfie Solomons to be calling him on a Sunday while you went to the kitchen to retrieve your coffee.

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #modern tommy shelby #modern!tommy shelby #tommy shelby fluff

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George Harrison, backstage in Philadelphia, PA, on August 16, 1966; photo by Bob Bonis.

“[George showed us] his music room, which has one wall covered with the famous Harrison guitars, his collection of Indian instruments and a small jukebox standing just by the door. I looked at the titles on the jukebox and there were very few Beatle songs amongst them. The Beach Boys, Mamas and Papas, Lovin’ Spoonful, the Stones were all well represented.” - The Beatles Monthly, January 1967

“George Harrison’s Fab Forty… George — like all the Beatles, incidentally — has his own juke box at his Esher home. It’s in his ‘den.’ Along with tape recorder, radio and record player. […] But back to the juke box. It’s a KB. Maybe you saw it in the film ‘Help’? Says George: ‘It’s so much easier to have all my favorite records on the juke box at once. It saves me going through piles of records to find the ones I want. Then when I get sick of them, I just throw them out and put some new ones in.” - Tony Hall, Record Mirror, January 1, 1966

George’s Top Ten… 1 “Harlem Shuffle” — Bob and Earl 2 “Good Things Come To Those Who Wait” — Chuck Jackson 3 “Be My Lady”/“Red Beans and Rice” — Booker T and the MGs 4 “Please Crawl Out Your Window” — Bob Dylan 5 “Baby, You’re My Everything” — Little Jerry Williams 6 “Back Street” — Edwin Starr 7 “Work, Work, Work” — Lee Dorsey 8 “The Little Girl I Once Knew” — The Beach Boys 9 “My Girl Has Gone” — The Miracles 10 “I Don’t Know What You’ve Got /But It’s Got Me)” — Little Richard (“[P]arts one and two — the second is George’s favorite.”)

The rest… 11 “I Can’t Turn You Loose” — Otis Redding 12 “My Girl” — Otis Redding 13 “I Believe I’ll Love On” — Jackie Wilson 14 “Plum Nellie” — Booker T and the MGs 15 “Everything Is Gonna Be Alright” — Willie Mitchell 16 “A Sweet Woman Like You” — Joe Tex 17 “Something About You” — The Four Tops 18 “I Got You” — James Brown 19 “Ain’t That Peculiar” — Marvin Gaye 20 “Turn, Turn, Turn” — The Byrds 21 “See Saw” — Don Covay 22 “I’m Comin’ Through” — Sounds Incorporated 23 “Don’t Fight It” — Wilson Pickett 24 “Bootleg” — Booker T and the MGs 25 “I Ain’t Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore” — The Young Rascals 26 “Respect” — Otis Redding 27 “Try Me”/“Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag” — James Brown (“instrumentals”) 28 “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” — Otis Redding 29 “All Or Nothing” — Patty Labelle and her Belles 30 “Pretty Little Baby” — Marvin Gaye 31 “Oowee Baby, I Love You” — Fred Hughes 32 “The Tracks of My Tears” — The Miracles 33 “Yum Yum” — Joe Tex 34 “Agent 00 Soul” — Edwin Starr 35 “Money” — Barrett Strong 36 “Some Other Guy” — Ritchie Barrett (“George’s ‘Revived 45’ list — he’s dug these since they first came out.”) 37 “It Wasn’t Me” — Chuck Berry 38 “Mohair Sam” — Charlie Rich 39 “Let Him Run Wild” — The Beach Boys 40 “Do You Believe In Magic” — The Lovin’ Spoonful

“George really knows his records. It’s always a pleasure to talk to him about them.” - Tony Hall, Record Mirror, January 1, 1966 (x)

George's "Fab Forty" playlist: on YouTube, and on Spotify.

#George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #quotes by George #Kinfauns #George's jukebox #1966 #1960s #1967 #George's jukebox feature #fits queue like a glove

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swords-of-a-soilder · 4 months

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The Healing Process

Chapter 1

Confession and Bonfires

This is my first qsmp fic be nice to me; also this is some what outdated but everyone insisted I finish it anyways so here it is!

Cellbit eyes fell half lid as he phased into place, overlooking phill and Misa's home. He hadn't the proper chance to caught up since the events of purgatory, the exhaustion for the damage his body took put him out for weeks at least and the horrid vision of mind are ones he'd rather forget.

He slowly walked over to the front door of the home where he knocked for a whole 3 second, before then looking through the window.

The double bed remained empty amongst the wall of pictures, his eyes gazed back and forth as he search for any life, then sighed when he found none.

Cellbit was about to leave when he heard an iron door push open, he walked over to where he heard the sound watching Phill crawl from an underground base.

"Oi, Philza." Cellbit started

"Sup mate!" Phill greeted, he crawl his way out the hole completely, shutting the door behind him.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you, seem you were bu-" before Cellbit finished his sentence he experience a strong embrace from Phill, sending the younger gentleman into shock.

Finally Phill pulled away meeting Cellbit gaze, "I'm glad you're alright, I was worried you wouldn't make it back." He confessed

Cellbit blink momentarily before his brain flowed again, "I'm glad to see you too."

"oh, are you good on cookies by the way?" Phill starting, "I don't know if you heard but the eggs need to take 8 cookies a week. I started collecting as many as I could so you're good for the week."

"Jesus, it's purgatory all over again." Cellbit joked

"Ah, sorry." Phill respond

Cellbit immediately noticed the tint of regret in Phil's eyes, he seemed to be defaulting to the purgatory mind set, Cell might of said it was concerning if he had found himself doing the same.

It wasn't suprising he was still in survival mode, especially when they didn't get the opportunity to have a proper set off, there was a huge difference between running to the boat to save your life and a proper bon fire goodbye.

"Um, speaking of purgatory, I just wanted to stop by and say maybe, if you're not busy we have a proper send off." Cellbit began.

"An send off?"

"A finally good bye to purgatory, I mean obviously we aren't gonna forgot it entirely but this will help us to move on."

Phill stared at him in disbelief before speaking again, "this was Roier's idea, wasn't it?"

Cellbit release a defeated sigh as he lost his confidence, "yes, it's not the best idea but it's a idea."

"I mean I like the idea, It just didn't seem like you."

Cellbit chuckled at Phill's respond, "no I'd like to ignore it all together, but Roier's seems convince, so I have to at least try."

"sure thing mate, when is it gonna be?"

"Midnight, why then?" Jaiden asked as she pet one of her many parrot birds.

"Purgatory had long nights, it'll fit the vibe." Cellbit explain

"Hmm, I don't see why not, where's not drinking tea right?" Jaiden inquired

"why you don't like tea anymore?" Cellbit asked

"God no, I hate tea now!" Foolish insisted.

charlie noted his head in agreement, "yeah no more tea, I will puke my guts out."

"great, it would help if you brought some food, but no pressure." Cellbit suggested

"ah, I'm not the best cook you know?" Etoiles warned

"I can make a mean milkshake!" Mouse added

"milkshake isn't a good night drink is it?" Etoiles asked

"doesn't matter, it's good."mouse double down

Cellbit chuckled at their ridiculous behavior, "well anyways, I'll see you guys tonight then."

It would be untrue to say Cellbit wasn't anxious about the upcoming event,but he was insistence on keeping a bold face for Roier whom saw through it rather easily."

"Pendjo, eres tan fácil de leer; you can just admit to be nervous?" Roier began

"What do I have to be nervous about?" Cellbit detour suddenly paying his attention to the food Roier brought with them.

"Hey come on now, this is supposed to be a night of openness!" Roier rebutted, "ya deberías saberlo mejor, ¡no te voy a juzgar!"

"Cellbit!" A voice called from his left, Cellbit would soon observe Etoiles approaching with Mouse by his side, Both holding milk products respectfully.

"I tired to stop her, but she instead on it." Etoiles inform as he passed off a large jug filled to the brim with a cold milkshake.

Cellbit released a nervous chuckle as he place the jug down, "well, the others aren't here but, feel free to chill by the fire."

"Hey, you got any music?" Mouse inquired

"I didn't prepare for..I think I might have a record in my backpack.." Cellbit pulled his backpack from under the table fumbling through it.

He eventually pulled a dic out that he handed off to mouse, whom immediately set it to play on her own backpack. The familiar tunes of pig step filled the air, as mouse dance her way over to fire.

It didn't take long for the others to show up, Charlie, jadien and foolish all in that order. Phil of course was the last one to show up, carry a dispenser jug of Ice Tea.

And with that his promise was broken, "Ah Phil, did you really have to bring tea?" Cellbit started

"Why not, its good!"

"Yes, but Foolish and Charlie, really didn't want to drink any-"

"Oh really?" Phil interrupted, "its a god damn send off they can drink the Tea, Foolish come drink this!" Phil demand as he poured foolish a cup.

"No, get that shit away from me!" Foolish begged

Cellbit chuckled at Phil's ridiculous behavior, then blended into the group forcing himself to socially per Roier's orders.

For the majority of the night it was mostly chill, in a not so suprising turn of events Cellbit found his desire to communicate to run dry in the first hour.

You could only do so much small talk before it becomes a drag, so he stayed by his partner, not necessarily saying anything but kept seated next to Him with his head rested on his shoulders, just Observering the other.

Therefore he couldn't help but notice that Phil of all people was acting rather strange and thus tuned into him and his conversations a lot more; which actually weren't that many since Phil spent most his time chugging tea at the dispenser.

The troubling part was, the driver was absolutely alcoholic, Cellbit certainly smelt the Vodka from here; granted he was fully aware Phil wasn't the one who spiked it but he surely figured out by now what was in it.

"Phil, come on stick fight?" Etoiles pleaded

Phil could feel his head spinning at the thought, but having turn him down the past few days he felt obligated to play along. He place the cup on the table, "yeah.. Ok." He agreed fetching a stick from his inventory

Etoiles was basically bouncing of the non existence walls in excitement, soon taking his stance in preparation as Phil did the same.

Cellbit would say he felt bad for watching, he knew without a shadow of a doubt Phil was about to eat shit, but lot like a car crash he just couldn't look away.

And eat shit Phil did, getting knocked down in less than ten seconds by the dullest part of Eotiles stick, but credit where credit was due, Phil clearly wasn't focus.

In fact Cell quickly track his vision to the others dancing, specifically Mouse, whom held a Goat's skull on her head. Phil would soon thank Etoiles for the fight then quickly made his way to mouse, stealing the skull then engaging in small talk.

"Where did you find this, I never see skulls this small just about." Phil was Cleary lying through his teeth, it seemed more like he just wanted an excuse not to give the item back.

Why not just ask to keep it?

"Phil, come on man, dance it's a party!" Charlie was obviously already drunk and while Phil was tispy enough to eat shit in under 10 seconds, Charlie was 'not gonna be able to piss straight' drunk.

So it made sense that he would just casually take the skull and start dancing about, however watching the way Phil's fingers curled in and his lips quiver, it pulled Cellbit to intervene.

He stole the skull from Charlie quickly hiding it in his inventory, satisfied to see a sense of peace wash over Phil. "You're going to poke someone's eye out." Cellbit warned.

"Ah man you're no fun." Charlie complained as he rejoin the group.

After everyone tired themselves out, Roier being the only one who brought actual food, started handing them out; as everyone was forced to sit and discuss by the fire it made the task a little easier.

"Phil, I noticed you don't tend to eat at these events." Cellbit inquiried

"Ah, I normally full up on toast before hand and so I usually just bring some back for Chayanne." Phil informed

"Please at least eat this time." Cellbit request as he past off the dish, "Roier might take it as an insult over wise."

"Yeah, sure mate."

After handing out everything Cell seated himself by the camp fire awaiting Roier's presence, though he find himself slightly annoyed by his husband's statements when he finally sat down.

"So guys, I was thinking right now would be a good opportunity to talk about how we've been feeling."

"Oh boy, here we go." Charlie started, "I don't have a problem ok?!"

"That's not at all what I was talking about." Roier corrected, "look I'm sure purgatory messed with our understanding of trust in our friendship! You don't have to say it, but its a known fact. "

"So?" Foolish asked, rather annoyed by the topic.

"So trust excuses come on, no seas una perra; you talk about your feelings I talk about mine, look I'll even go first!" Roier began, "When Cellbit stayed behind, I felt hurt that my feelings weren't concerned."

"Stop don't." Cellbit pleaded, his face already buried in his hands, "No es que no haya considerado tus sentimientos, solo hice lo que pensé que era mejor para ti."

"Exacto, lo hiciste sabiendo que me haría daño, simplemente porque querías hacer lo mejor para mí, lo entiendo."

"Stop this."

"Pero prefiero ser feliz a lo que es mejor para mí cualquier día, no seas idiota egoísta, te amo."

There was a long silence between the two, and though Cellbit looked ashamed, he also seemed partly content; Therefore it motivated others.

"Um, I'm actually really afraid all the time." Etoiles started

"Wait what?" Phil interrupted, "but you're Etoiles, you're always looking for a fight, being a hero."

"Well its more that I'm afraid of messing up, of not being enough; so of course I do a as many fights to prove to myself I'm strong but.. After it ends I feel pretty empty again."

once more a silence fell among the bon fire, it was clear tonight was expected to be an emotional one.

"sometimes I lose track of my motives." Jaiden began "of why I do the things I do and I've found myself asking, is motive a justification for the wrong I've done?"

Cellbit weight her words in his head, hateful of how strongly he agree with them, "I myself have done, regrettable things.. I knew my motive behind them but, I do wonder if the motive really is a justification.. I.. I don't know anymore."

Then the silence rare her uglyy face once more, the only sound the crackles of the fire. confession spoken would obviously be casted into the fire to burn but to leave their host and avoid becoming poison.

"I've been seeing things," Phil finally admit, "things I'm not sure are real anymore, and others can never seem to see it but.. I feel like I'm going crazy. I saw it, I lived thought it, it all feels real but.."

After the few who felt fit spoke their confession, there was an honor thirty minutes of silence to allow those confession to burn.

Freed from their host, freed from their minds. Once the event came to an end most participates rush their way home, and Phil was not above them

It was Cellbit, whom actually grabbed onto to Phil's shelve holding him back. "Um Phil, about those visions you've been seeing?"

"oh, no I mean, I was worried because I thought it was just because the kids were gone, but then it kept happening so..but it's fine it's probably all in my head." Phil dismissed

"in my experience, it never is." Cell warned, "at least reach out if it happens again."

".... Cellbit have you spelt?"

"wow.." Cellbit let his hands fall off Phil's shelve, "you're gonna turn on me like that!?"

"sleep deprivation is a terrible thing," Phil warned, "get some rest, for your own sake." Phil warned before turning away.

Momentarily Cellbit watch the older man walk away, keeping notice to check on Phil later.

#qsmp fanfiction #qsmp #q!philza #q!etoiles #q!charlie #q!jaiden #q!roier #q!mouse #q! Cellbit #The Healing Process #outdated fanfiction lol #but people wanted me to finish it #except more chapters #on Tumblr im not giving yall my a03 fuck that #also the Spanish bit are google translate im sorry #my first language isn't even English i don't know Spanish well

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Let’s Get to Planning

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Characters: Civilian! Pregnant!reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Warnings: The classic friends with benefits leads to pregnancy trope, Wolfman being such a sweetheart, Charlie rooting for the two to get officially together, miscommunication, December baby (mentioned once), mentions of morning sickness, hormones all over the place, minor threatening, tis the first “Christmas” fic of the season

Word Count: 3,581

*Why can I never find more than four of the same gifs for this man? Ughh

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You blink, eyes barely adjusting to the darkness; his body heat being the one thing to keep you warm. The thin blankets and sheets on his bed do nothing, you’re lucky to keep warm if the window is closed (at home, Charlotte [the crackhead] likes the window open at your guy’s shared apartment and the whole place becomes an igloo).

Usually, you’re not opposed to having the window, in fact, you welcome it… unless the weather is windy in the late fall, early winter or winter in general. It’s another reason why you liked staying with him; he always managed to find a way to keep you warm, maybe that’s why you’re sad this is ending.

You push yourself up, the sheet falls, landing around your waist. You look around, trying to figure out where your clothes were thrown. You both kicked your shoes off near the front door, shirts were ripped off in the hallway just before the living room, and everything else was torn off in here. You try to move the sheet and realize his arm is around your waist.

You carefully place his arm beside him and push yourself out of bed. You grab your bottoms, going commando since you’re unable to find your underwear. You’ll find your shoes after and search for your bra which is in the hallway on the floor. You stop to hook it, sliding your bra straps over your shoulders making sure the straps aren’t too loose.

Your hand slides against the wall as you blindly walk in the dark. “If you were a shirt, where would you be?” You stop at the end of the hallway. “If I were a shirt, I wouldn’t be here whispering to myself.” Your eyes adjust to the dark and you venture into the living room, checking the couch, nothing. The coffee table, nothing. Okay the living room is a bust so you go check the kitchen, that’s a bust too.

You give up and walk back towards his room. “Seriously? The door?” You quickly put your shirt on and search for your shoes. “Shoes. Shoes. Ah-ha!” You quietly step towards the bed, so you have some stability and won’t fall over or break anything. The creaks of the mattress as it adjusts to your weight doesn’t wake him. You finish getting both on, rubbing your hands on your thighs before you stand up.

“Where are you going?” his groggy and rough voice echoes through your ears.

You turn, eyes widening. You were not expecting him to be awake. Your hand pats his thigh, “you’re dreaming.”

“Am I?” “You’re tired and you’ll think this was a dream.”

“I don’t,” his voice quiets down as he mumbles something you can’t hear. A quiet, sad sigh slips past your lips. “Bye Leonard.” You crawl onto the bed, pecking his forehead.

You don’t notice the small smile stretching across his lips as you leave his place.

You didn’t realize how hard this would be, your heart feels heavy, and your mind is running a hundred miles an hour.

Why does it hurt so much to end something that wasn’t going anywhere?

You push yourself out of bed, heading towards your closet so you can get ready and help Charlotte. You love her, you do but you don’t always want to go out even if she thinks it’ll help you move on; even when you tell her you have (of course she doesn’t believe you).

You toss the hanger onto your bed, searching through your dresser drawer for your undergarments when you start to feel nauseous. You pause, take a deep breath and- yeah, no you’re going to throw up.

You run to the bathroom; hands on either side of the toilet bowl, everything you’ve eaten coming up. You groan once you’ve finished and flush. You don’t want to stand up and opt to sit down across from the toilet.

Charlotte enters the apartment, calling for you.

You gather enough energy to tell her you’re in the bathroom and she can tell by the way you sound, you’re not well. She walks past your bed and leans against the bathroom doorway. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Just peachy, Charls. My streaks broken; I think I’m sick.” You don’t see her expression after throwing your head back against the wall, rubbing the back of it while mouthing, “ow!”

“What if- what if you’re not sick?”

“Not sick? I’m throwing up here, if this isn’t a stomach bug what else-” Your eyes widen. “No.”

“Yes.”

“But I can’t be.”

“Why not?”

“I just- I- I’m gonna be a single mom.”

“No, don’t say that.” She sets her purse down and sits beside you, pulling you into her embrace. “You are not alone, you hear me. This baby will have us… and Wolfman.”

“No,” you shake your head, “absolutely not.”

“He deserves to know.”

You cover your face with both hands, sniffling. “I know.”

“Let’s go out and buy a pregnancy test to confirm my theory before we call the doctor?”

“This is why you’re a teacher.”

“Why?”

“Because you like to prove yourself right.”

“That is not what being a teacher is about.”

You snort, wiping your cheeks, “okay, Charls.”

“I mean it,” she stomps her foot, smiling when you chuckle.

After your little adventure, you start trying to figure out how you’ll meet him. “Where am I going to find him? What if he’s been deployed for another mission?”

“I can find out where he is, and you can figure out the rest.”

“Thanks for the help.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who’s pregnant, right now.”

“And I’m not the one who slept with a student.”

“Why do you always bring that up?”

“Because it’s fun.”

You dial the number you’ve memorized, listening to the dial tone, waiting for an expected hang up. You prepare to put the phone back in the phone receiver when-

“Hi, it’s Wolfman.”

“Crap,” you whisper. “Hi- hi, Leonard.” The clearly surprised tone tells you what you already know. Why would he be expecting your call?

“How… are you?” he asks.

“That’s actually what I called to talk to you about. Could-” You pause, hearing female voices in the back. “You sound like your busy. I should go.”

“No. No. No. Wait! What if we meet at that coffee shop you love?”

“I thought you didn’t like that place?”

“Let’s just say it grew on me. So, tomorrow around nine?”

“Yeah… bye Leonard.”

“Bye.” You blow out the breath you’ve been holding. “Oh my god.” You dial Charlottes number and wait for her to answer. “Answer your fu- Charls?”

“Did you, do it?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“We’ll meet at the coffee shop tomorrow morning.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“Not that, I’m proud of you for doing the right thing and meeting up to tell him but I’m worried about your morning sickness.”

“My anxiety will overpower that.”

“Honey-”

“I’m joking… kind of.” You can hear voices in the back and know you called during a busy time. “I gotta go, Charls.”

“Wait-”

Eventually you fall asleep, the TV becoming background noise.

Charlotte walks in and sighs. Her shoulders sag after she sets her bag off besides the couch, she lifts the blanket off your lap and pulls up.

Your bump is barely noticeable, she wonders if he’ll notice.

She heads into the spare room and changes into something more comfortable so she can get some work done before you two go to sleep for the night. When she finishes, she removes her glasses and checks the time. “Oh wow,” she mutters.

She cleans up and heads into the kitchen, making a quick and easy dinner that’ll be light on your tummies but also filling. She sets the plates on the coffee table and gently shoves your shoulder; you don’t wake up with the first few until she really starts shaking you.

You jerk awake, smacking her arms.

“Ow! Why’d you hit me?”

“Why did you shake me like a rag doll?” You turn onto your back, “I’ve got precious cargo on board.”

“Well, princess. You weren’t waking up. I made food, now come on, it’s time to sit up so we can eat and watch stupid movies.”

You push yourself up, “you had me at food.”

“Of course, I did.”

You don’t put in much effort into looking nice, whatever you eat will be thrown up later anyway. No nice clothes equal no stains, meaning no worrying about using a stain spray.

Charlotte knows where you’re going so, you’re not worried about that, everything you need is in your purse.

Anxiety on the edge of ruining your day, check.

You sigh, not at all prepared for this but still seem to find the courage to walk out the door with your spare sonogram picture in your purse. You don’t get out of your car right away, not at all prepared for what may happen now that you’re here.

Your hand rests subconsciously on your belly, your eyes wonder around the street searching for him.

He pulls up across the street, seemingly doing the same as you.

You want to look away but the last night you saw him- he gets out of his car, his hat tucked away safely on his head. You’re curious to know if he would recognize the car since it’s Charlotte’s but then again, you rarely had him over and if you did then it would be when she was out.

He passes the car, focusing on is path towards the coffee shop, eyes hardly ever moving away from the building and street.

‘I can do this?’ You take a deep breath and grab your purse before exiting the car. ‘We got this.’

The doorbell to the door rings when you open it, Leonard looks up and his face lights up.

You take slow steps closer towards the booth, your booth.

Neither of you say anything but he does remove his hat (something he did a lot when you two were out in public, a sign of respect he’d say).

“How,” he clears his throat. “How have you been?”

Does he know? You study his expression, his warm and kind eyes that made it hard for you to leave that night and his neatly combed hair, showing you how anxious he was for this.

He was never one to care too much about his hair… unless he was meeting up with you. Why didn’t you notice that before? You shake your head. “I’ve- uh-” you cover your mouth. You close your eyes, focusing on keeping your breakfast down.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

“Are you sure you’re, okay? I’ve never seen you sick before. Should I- Should I call Charlie?”

You slowly shake your head, holding one finger up letting him know to give you a second or two.

“Is it okay if I get you water or should I see if they have-”

“Water,” your cheeks deflate as you huff out your breath. “Water is fine, thank you, Leo.”

He feels like there might be a chance at a real relationship when you use that nickname for him.

You take slow, big gulps of the clear and bland tasting liquid. “I called you because I needed to talk to you about something.”

He nods, “okay.”

“This is a big something… maybe something that could even change the way things are between us. I-” you struggle to find the words that are different but still have the same effect as just blurring out, “I’m pregnant with your child” and not have him run out on you. You riffle through your purse beside you. You pause staring at the picture. “If I show you this, can you promise that you won’t run away?”

“What? Why would I-”

“Just promise me, Leonard!” You turn back to face him.

“Okay, okay.” He nods, realizing how serious you are. “I will.”

You gulp, passing the photo over to him.

He takes it, fingertips brush against your fingers. He stares it, unsure of what he’s seeing. “What is- what am I looking at?”

“You’re looking at a sonogram picture from the baby currently growing inside me.”

His gaze doesn’t move from the photo.

You remove your hand from the glass, it now being wet and cold from the water left behind by the melting ice.

Time really does go by slowly when it comes to serious discussions, you don’t dare check the clock.

You can’t stand him being silent anymore and put your half down (even if you only did have a water), purse clutched in your hand. You stand up from the booth, giving yourself a second.

His voice stops you from leaving. “Wa- wait. What- what do you mean?”

You sit back down, staring at the glass. “I’m pregnant and it’s yours. It’s as simple as that Leonard.”

“I- is it-”

You purse your lips, sensing where he’s going with his question. “I swear on all that is holy, if you even try to ask me if they are yours when I just told you that the baby is. I’m going to rip your dick off and shove it down your throat and your hat is gonna go in a woodchipper.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“When we had our “relationship” I didn’t sleep with anyone else, okay? Not that I need to tell you that or explain myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

You cross your arms and keep your eyes low. “I came here to tell you about my condition and to tell you that you don’t have to be involved because I am keeping this baby.”

“No.”

You lift your head. “No?”

“I,” he gulps. “I want to be a part of the baby’s life… if you’ll let me. I’m not going to let you two fend for yourselves.”

You fight the urge to smile but that doesn’t stop the tears from pooling in your waterline. “I think- I think that would be a nice idea.”

“Really?” He asks with a smile.

“I think it… it would be good if the baby had both parents in his or her life.”

He stretches his arm across the table, wanting to hold your hand. “How- uh- how are we…”

You place your hand in his. “I don’t want to talk about that here.”

“We can go back to my place or- or we can go back to yours and Charlie’s?”

“I’d feel more comfortable at mine and Charls.”

“Then let’s go there.” He gives you a boyish grin as he sets his half down before scooting out of the booth, his hand stretched out for you to take.

“Do you remember where we live?”

He opens your car door for you, wishing that his hat would fall and cover his eyes. “If I say yes, will you still let me be a part of our child’s life?”

Your heart beats faster. “I would,” you nod, biting your lip to hide the smile.

“Uh- do you,” he holds the photo up.

“I have my copy in the photo album.”

“You already made a photo album?”

“Actually, Charls did. She was trying- she was helping me through my slump after we… parted and my doctor’s appointment to see if she was right which,” you reach down, rubbing your belly, “she was.”

You unlock the door, turning the knob to open it. “I’m sorry about the mess.”

“I’m sure it’s not…” His jaw drops, all the cardboard around the living room and hallway make it hard to decipher if this is actually a home or not.

“We started to do some shopping, so the place was ready when bubbles here, decides it’s time.”

“Bubbles?” He asks, wondering if he heard you correctly. You nicknamed the baby, the one word he had a hard time with as a child.

“Yeah,” a nervous chuckle escapes you, “it was the first thing that popped into my head… and make me smile.”

“Can I,” he gestures to the unfinished crib.

“Oh, sure, sure. I’ll just- I’m gonna go change and you can work on this.”

He nods, setting everything he needs to the side until he realizes he doesn’t know where the tools are.

He walks down the hallway, ready to knock on the door but stops. His eyes stop on you sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on belly. It looks as though you’re talking to bubbles. He knocks.

“Come in.”

“I- uh- I don’t know where the tools are.”

“Oh, they’re,” you stop, staring down at the baby.

“What is it?” He’s worried something’s happened.

“Come here,” you whisper. “Give me your hand.”

He takes a step forward, giving you his hand only for it to be placed on your warm and moving- moving belly!? It takes him a second to understand what’s going on. “Is this- are they kicking?”

You nod with an excited smile dancing across your lips.

He kneels between your legs, wanting to be closer to the both of you. “You’re kicking,” his voice comes out in a whisper. He can’t believe what’s happening right now and yet, it makes all the difference because he knows now, that without a shadow of doubt, he will do anything and all so that he can to be a part of the baby’s life and yours. “Why’d you leave?”

“What?”

“I woke up when you were leaving, you always stayed the night. Hell, sometimes I’d have to fight to get you out of bed. Why’d you leave?”

“Is this really something we have to talk about right now, Leonard?”

“If we’re going to be taking care of a child together, we should at least explain why we’re not together if they ask.”

“I,” you sigh. “Did you honestly see us going anywhere?”

He jerks his head back at the question. “What?”

“Did you see us becoming a couple? Because you made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship!”

“When!?”

“You-” You sigh through your nose. “You never took me to meet your friends and pilot buddies-”

“Because they would ask you a lot of questions, sometimes not the most appropriate and I wanted to prevent you from that uncomfortable situation.”

You furrow your brows. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I-” He can’t find the words.

“I felt like a secret, Leo. Like you didn’t want to be seen with me or maybe… you were ashamed of me.”

“No! God, no. I- you really felt that way? I wanted to keep you to myself for a little longer before one of them found out.” His hand is hot and sweaty as it rests against your cheek. “Is that the reason you left?”

“That and the fact that you were talking about going out with this girl and how you wanted to finally ask her out.”

He blinks owlishly at you. “Where’d you hear that?”

“A couple of days before the whole,” you wave your hand around. “You know. I overheard you talking to someone, and I thought you wanted to end things so I… I left.”

“You’re gonna feel really stupid when I tell you I was talking to my buddy about you.”

“What?”

“I was trying to figure out when to ask you and then I decided the next morning would be good because we could go out for breakfast but when I woke up, I was alone.”

“You weren’t going to break up with me?”

“No.” He shakes his head, “never.”

“You were gonna ask me out?”

“I am.”

“You are… wait- you are?”

He takes your hands in his. “I am. Will you officially be the one I can call mine?”

“How can I say no when you say it like that?” You pull one of your hands out of his grasp, wiping away the tears that trickle down your cheeks.

He stands tall on his knees, leaning in.

You move your head closer to his, staring into his eyes.

Neither of you can stand it anymore and pull the other in for a long-awaited kiss, the kind to take your breath away. You’re the first to pull away. “Charls is gonna be happy.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“She’s gonna get ten bucks.” You notice the raised brow and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. “Don’t ask.”

He doesn’t, opting to kiss you instead. “I’m gonna finish the crib then we’ll watch a movie?”

You nod, pecking his lips, the happy smile never leaving either of your lips.

Charlotte walks through the door, closing it without looking into the living room. “How’d it go? Was I right?” She walks closer and finds the two of you on the couch, him nestled between your legs resting his head beside your belly, the back of his head resting against the couch. “I knew it.”

You shush her, “we’re watching a movie.”

“You’re the only one who’s awake.”

“Fine, I’m watching a movie so please shut thy mouth.”

“I love it when you get annoyed and use your Shakespeare era words on me.”

You scoff and shove her arm.

“I’m making dinner. Is he staying?”

You look down at the sleeping blond and turn back to her. “I don’t think he’s ever leaving.”

She nods. “I expect him to pay rent and help me spoil your Christmas baby.”

“Charlotte!”

She shushes you, “he’s sleeping.”

“Char-”

“Sleeping!”

You shake your head and continue watching the movie.

Continue: Part II

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dearshelby · 2 years

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A night at Mr. Shelby's house | T.S.

Summary: In which one of Tommy's old lovers knocks on his door with a little girl by her side

Warning: This wasn't proofread and english isn't my first language

A/N: I was excited about posting this one but for some reason idk if I like it anymore? Idk, I hope y'all like it :) (also, a shout out to @pheitvsx who asked me to remind her)

MOODBOARD

Today was one of the nice evenings Tommy could almost forget of who he is, the sunset was near, the warm breeze of spring blew through the open windows of his office while he did his paperwork, Charles sat on the floor a few steps away from Tommy's desk and played with toy cars made of wood, and a pleasant jazz song (or as Charles insists in calling, "mama's song", since she was always the one to put it on) played in the living room, muffled by the office's heavy wooden door.

The year of 1925 was going fairly well considering the circumstances 1924 had ended, making Tommy's paranoid self suspicious, regardless of it, he allowed himself to enjoy a quiet moment with his son, since they never have many.

Tommy's alert ears identify a car coming nearby, his blue eyes wide like he's been taken out of a trance, lifting his head to look through the window, he quickly instructs Charlie when he doesn't recognize the black car parked in front of the mansion.

"Charles, why don't you take your cars back to your room, ey?"

"But are we still going to see the horsies when you finish?" the kid stands up, referring to the promise his dad made a few hours ago.

"Yeah, of course, my boy, take your way now, yeah? And tell Frances to put the music off when you find her."

As the boy makes his leave, Tommy walks to the window to observe his unexpected visitor, through the car's window he can see a little girl in the passenger's seat, she's older than Charlie, although not as well dressed and taken care of.

A woman's tense figure leaves the vehicle and Tommy freezes, it was like watching a cadaver crawling out its grave, for all he could tell, for what he fiercely believed, she died a long time ago.

Tommy swallows his surprise watching a maid get the woman inside, leaving the little girl waiting in the car. He guzzles down a whiskey glass and leans in front of his desk, waiting for a maid to announce his guest.

"Mr. Shelby," Frances enters the room after politely knocking, "there's a guest here to see you, her name is-"

"Yes, send her in, thank you, Frances."

"Should I make some tea for her?"

"Actually," his jaw clenches as he remembers the girl in the car, "yeah, you do that, make some pie as well."

"Yes, sir." Frances nods and makes her leave.

The anxiety (or is it excitement?) of seeing her again makes the brief time gap between the maid's leave and the woman's entering feel like forever. Tommy gulps as she walks into the office, the expensive dresses she wore when they met were replaced by an old looking dress trimmed in lace, the diamonds that once decorated her ears and neck are now fake pearls and the make up she proudly displayed in her cheeks is now gone.

"I-" she mutters, "I know I said awful things to you the last time we met, I know I shouldn't be here, I'm sorry for those things."

"You learnt to apologize."

"Many things have changed since 1914, Tom, I changed."

"Good, changing is good." Tommy takes a cigarette from his desk, "Still, I'm surprised the thought of looking for me ever crossed your mind."

"I didn't want to, but desperate times take desperate measures."

"Desperate, ey?" Tommy couldn't help but to feel satisfied in knowing the woman who humiliated him, the woman he once loved, was struggling without him, however, he didn't want her to share the same burden with the girl in the car. "What did you name her?"

"Her?" the woman's eyes move to the window, then to Tommy again, "Her name is Florence, Florence y/l/n."

"Not a Shelby."

"No, not a Shelby."

"Why is that?"

"Oh," she scoffs, "how come you ask me that? I was alone giving birth, you didn't even bother looking for me, nor for your own daughter."

"I was told you were dead, you both were," Tommy argues and she looks down ashamed of his gaze, "that's what your mother told me."

"My mother, she wasn't a good person-"

"Took you too long to realize." Tommy interrupts mockingly.

"But, I guess to herself she wasn't lying, she did told me I was dead to her when she found out about Flora."

"And your father?"

"What father, Tom?" she sighs, "The man who lives in America and sends money to my mother every month? I bet he still doesn't know about any of this."

"Yeah." Tommy whispers, recalling this suffering they both went through, the anger and abandonment they felt was one the reasons they got so close. "Does Flora know who I am?"

"No, I told her her dad was a war hero and he died at the Somme."

"Well," he takes a drag of his cigarette, "that's not a lie."

"Oh? You look like you're doing well."

Hesitant knocks on the door changes Tommy's focus, Frances timidly enters the room to ask.

"Sir, the tea shall be served here or in the living room?"

"In the living room." he answers.

"The pie is in the oven, it must be ready in twenty minutes."

"Thank you, Frances."

The maid nods and leaves the room, getting a soft chuckle from y/n. "So you eat pie now?"

"I don't, but children usually do." he says and she raises her eyebrows in surprise. "I thought you'd like to get Florence inside, she looks like she's starving."

"She's not starving," she quickly answers, "she's just tired, that's- that's why I came here."

"Hm?"

"I'm on my way to Glasgow, but I'm solving some things first, there's two days I don't book a room in a hotel, my money is not endless," she gulps, "I'm an adult, I don't bother sleeping in a car, but she's a child, she's needs a bed and a bath and proper rest, so I thought that maybe- maybe you could, for her, not for me."

"Yes, right, I'll tell the maids to fix her a room."

"Thank you, Thomas."

"Let's get the tea, yeah? Bring her in."

–

Florence and Charles sat side by side on the floor while their parents sat on the opposite ends of the sofa, Tommy had satisfied himself with a small piece of pie and a cup of tea, y/n gave herself the privilege of having two cups, now they're both full, watching the children talk.

"They seem to get along well." y/n whispers.

"They're siblings."

"Of different mothers and very different experiences." she corrects him, bothered by his unnecessary remark.

"Some things we can't run away from, it's in us, same blood, same burden." Tommy worries.

"My child won't share any of our burdens."

"I hope so."

"Daddy!" Charlie calls, making Tommy raise his eyebrows. "Flora said she'll sleep here, is that true?"

"Yeah, Charlie, Flora and her mother will spend the night here."

Charlie smiles and hugs his half sister, chatting about showing her all his toys and horses. As the children's focus goes back to themselves, Tommy asks y/n. "Are you gonna leave tomorrow?"

"Yes."

–

Tommy had went back to his duties when the moon rose in the dark sky, he'd never admit how bothered he is by y/n's presence in his house, after so many years, so many daydreams of what life they could have had if she wasn't so materialistic, she simply resurged from ashes and knocked in his door like she had all the right of doing so.

Well, it's not quite like that, Tommy thought, she looks ashamed of asking for his help and he is something near happy to meet his daughter. Still, Tommy had too many unanswered questions and the words she once shouted at him are carved into his memory.

"A baby, Thomas." a nineteen year old y/n whispered to her lover.

"Yeah." he drawles, shooked, but still happy with the news.

"What now?"

"Are you going to tell them?" Tommy looks to the mansion to indicate her parents sleeping in there.

"No, but they'll find out, I know they will."

"I'll talk to them." he puts strands of hair behind her ears.

"No! Have you gone mad?!" she whisper-shouts.

"They'll have to accept it, it's my child."

"No, Thomas, no! They won't accept it, they'll make me get rid of it! My mum- She- She will make me get rid of it!" she cries out, her trembling hands grab his shirt.

"Hey! Hey!" he tries to lull her, pulling her to his embrace, "It's okay, you're alright, we're gonna solve things up, we'll be fine."

It takes long for her to calm down, she lifts her head from his shoulder and Tommy cups her face, affectionately caressing her cheeks.

"Don't think about the hard parts, yeah? Think about the white dress you're going to wear, the ring you want to get, any stone you want I'll get you."

"No." she inaudible whispers.

"You like diamonds, don't you? I'll get you one."

"No, Thomas." she firmly says, "This is insane, I can't- We won't do that."

"Love-"

"No, Thomas!" she pushes him away, "What the fuck kind of idea is that?! Do you think I can throw everything up to marry you?! Then what?! Move to the dump you live on?!"

Tommy freezes at her words, his jaw clenches and he doesn't know if he's angry or absolutely heartbroken.

"I should have never let a scum like you touch me."

Shaking away these memories, Tommy decides to meet the now humbled woman in the guest room, the tables have turned and he doesn't need to hold back or feel ashamed of anything.

The hallways are quiet like there's no guests in the house, Tommy knocks on the door and waits for y/n to answer, she shows up in a robe and a familiar nightdress.

"Yes?"

"I want to see Florence again before you leave tomorrow." he makes up an excuse.

"Right," she gives him space to enter the bedroom, "she's sleeping."

A ghost of a smile arises in his face with the view of his daughter deep in slumber, he sits beside her and takes some hair out of her face.

"How is she like when she's traveling?" Tommy whispers to y/n, thinking of himself, of how he felt embraced by the nature until his father got that damn boat and he was forced to live in the canal of a dirty town.

"She looks out window all the time, sometimes she lays her head on my lap."

"Can she read?"

"She's learning, I bought her some books but she rathers drawing than reading them, I'll put her back on school when we get in Glasgow."

Tommy gulps looking between y/n and Florence. "Can I talk to you?"

"I was planning to get some sleep before leaving, Thomas."

"It'll be quick." he drawles, leaving no room for discussion.

They walk to the stairs and sit on the first step, y/n observes a blonde woman in a family painting and on another one alone, quickly realizing she must be Charlie's mother.

"What's her name?"

Tommy looks up to the painting and sighs, then instinctively searches for the cigarette pack in his pockets.

"Her name was Grace," he lights up a cigarette, "she's Charles' mother."

"What happened to her?"

"This is not what I came here to talk about, y/n." Tommy reprimands and she looks down, annoyed by how her timid reaction had an effect on him, Tommy drawles, "She took a bullet."

"I'm sorry," she pouts, "I'm sure she'd think you're doing a great job with Charlie."

"He adored her," Tommy mumbles, more to himself than to y/n, "And now she's gone because of me."

"Because of you?"

"Because I'm fucking cursed."

"There's no such a thing as curses, Thomas."

Fighting the urge of rolling his eyes, Tommy let silence bury the subject, knowing very well comments like this one showed their deepest differences, all the reasons why they would never have worked together.

"You should leave Florence here." he says and her eyes wide.

"No! I shouldn't even be here in the first place, I did it for her."

"So do another thing for her, I have a future for her, I can put her in the best school of Birmingham."

"You can't give her a family," she says bluntly, "she barely knows you, I'm her mum, she must stay with me."

"Hm, she seems like you."

"Of course she does."

"I thought you were dead, y/n, for all this time."

"Ah, well," she breathes out, "maybe we are, didn't you used to say you could talk to the dead?" she jokes, "But so are you, here," she lays on her back, "lay down, enjoy the feeling of being dead for a second."

Tommy hesitates, but does as he's told, his eyes close and he tries to empty his mind, all he can hear is her breath beside him and the words she's whispering.

"Everything is so easy when you're dead, Thomas, swear to you, sometimes I drive at two in the morning and it's like being dead, there's no one on the streets, the world is empty, just me and Florence."

"Yeah," he answers, "did you ever think what life could have been?"

"If I had married you? Not so good I think."

"You didn't love me."

"I did, then Flora came and I was too young, too immature, I liked you, but not where you came from."

"A small house in Birmingham then, but a mansion in Warwickshire now."

"Mummy?" a tiny voice makes them jump.

"Yes, baby?" y/n answers, finding Florence standing a few steps away.

"I had a nightmare, can you get Mr. Bunny in the car?" she whispers the last part, ashamed that Tommy might hear it.

"Of course," y/n smiles, "why don't you go back to bed and I'll be there in a second?"

Florence walks back to the bedroom and y/n sighs, standing up ready to get Flora's plushie and get some sleep herself.

"Mr. Bunny?" Tommy mumbles.

"It's a plushie I gave her when she was a newborn."

"Charlie has a dog one."

"Yeah, they're siblings, they're not so different."

–

The sun hadn't reached its highest spot in the sky yet, but y/n was ready to leave. Florence slept in the backseat of the car, Charlie had insisted on saying goodbye and fell asleep in Tommy's lap.

"Are you sure you don't want to take some biscuits for her?" Tommy asks.

"No, you have already done too much, thank you."

Tommy nods and y/n soft smiles, "Usually I'd tell you to send my regards to your family, but they all hate me."

"You were a rich girl, you did exactly what they said you'd do."

"And look where I'm now."

"Yeah," he frowns, "when you get to Glasgow you can call to tell me about Florence."

"Don't push it, it's too late for you to play the present father."

Before y/n can get into the car, Tommy asks. "How did you find me?"

"I went to Small Heath, Finn told me where you live." she timidly admits, "He offered me hosting, but-" she licks her lips, pondering if she should confess her feelings or not, "I have to go, Thomas."

"See you around?"

"I don't think so."

–

Eight hours later, Tommy is in his office, y/n is in her car, both have their children by their sides.

"Mummy?"

"Daddy?"

"Yes, love?" y/n answers, Tommy only lifts his head.

"Who was that woman sleeping here yesterday?" Charles asks.

"Who was that man taking us in yesterday?" Florence asks.

A quick silent moment occurs as both adults think about the same answer.

"Nobody."

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