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naminethewriter · 1 month

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On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter Three: At a Gas Station, Just the Two of Us (well, not really)

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Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.

Content Warnings: Innuendos, Heavy Flirting, mention of rats

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“This place is filthy,” Janus commented as they pulled into the gas station. Remus hummed in agreement.

“Well, we don’t really have much choice, I think. There’s probably not another one for miles.”

“Most likely. I’ll just remain in the car then.”

“Fine by me. Though, you’re sure you don’t wanna go to the toilet?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s more sanitary to go in the bushes that on what that tragedy probably looks like.” Janus frowned at the building, the windows of which look like they haven’t been cleaned in years.

“So, I can’t convince you to have a quicky in the bathroom?”

“Not unless you’re willing to clean it with bleach and disinfect everything like three times.”

“Was worth a shot,” Remus shrugged and climbed out of the driver seat. Janus watched him as he filled up their tank and then disappeared inside to pay. He then waved at Janus as he rounded the building to go to the toilet. Janus’ nose scrunched automatically at just the thought of what they must look and smell like. He’ll have to make Remus disinfect his hands in eyeshot before letting him back into the van.

Remus would pout at him for at least an hour after, but he could handle that.

Except, he didn’t.

When Remus did come back to the van and Janus wordlessly held out the disinfection spray, his boyfriend rolled his eyes once but otherwise complied without complaining. Janus was so shocked that he didn’t get a word out until they had pulled out of the gas station and back onto the road.

When he came back to himself, Remus was humming along to the playlist, simply focused on the road and otherwise completely still.

He was very rarely that docile.

Janus narrowed his eyes at him.

“What happened?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Remus, something happened on that toilet. You’re way too happy for just having taken a dump.”

His boyfriend snorted – because of course he did, he had the humor of a twelve-year-old.

“You sure you wanna know? You’re not gonna like it.”

“You’re actually completely focused on the road without me having to jump through hoops to entertain you, of course I want to know who or what my savior is.”

“I love you,” Remus sighed, completely serious. “Your snark is so hot.”

“I love you, too. Now answer me.”

“There was a rat running around the restroom. It was super cute and barely scared of me! Even let me take pictures! Though it ran away when I tried to pet it.”

Janus gagged and Remus snorted.

“Told you you weren’t gonna like it.”

“I’m just glad it ran away and didn’t bite you. And it’s nice to know that I made the right decision by not taking a step out of this car at that disgusting place.”

“Yeah, I know I shouldn’t’ve tried to touch it… My shitty impulse control really had me this time.”

“The rat is definitely wiser than you.”

“They’re so fucking smart, Jan. Do you know how fucking smart they are? Like super fucking smart.”

“Yes, dear, I know,” Janus chuckled. “You’ve given me several ted talks and shown me plenty of videos. Still, you shouldn’t try to touch street rats. Only the domesticated ones.”

“Uhhhh, I’d love to have a pet rat! Would have since I was a child but Roman convinced me that it was a bad idea to ask for one because mom absolutely hates rodents. Convinced her to get us that hamster though.”

“Ah, yes, I remember you telling me about that. Sacagawea, wasn’t it? You and Roman went to play with her in the garden and lost her?”

“Yep, that’s the one! After that mom decided we weren’t ready for pets.”

“I wouldn’t mind having a pet rat.”

Remus hit the breaks a bit too hard. Thankfully, they were still in the middle of nowhere without any other car around.

“You wouldn’t?!” Remus asked, excitedly.

“I wouldn’t. As I said, you’ve spoken about them so much, I couldn’t help getting a bit endeared with them as well. They can be really cute. When they’re domesticated and properly trained.” He added that last part when Remus seemed to be about to turn the van around to get back to that gas station and retrieve the encountered rat.

“Fine. A boring, domesticated rat then. But we’re getting one!”

“Not directly after we get back, but I’m open to it in the future, alright, darling?”

“More than alright! I could kiss you until the sun goes up tomorrow! Actually, that’s an idea…” His tone shifted in one Janus knew very well, and he rolled his eyes.

“No way, dear. We can kiss for a bit; you’ve already brought us to a stop anyway. But if you wanna take my clothes off, you’ll have to wait until the sun has gone down first.”

“And then we can go until sunrise?”

“Depends on where we end up.”

Remus whooped loudly, before turning off the van for now and pulling Janus into a bruising kiss.

There was nowhere he’d rather be.

#namiswriting #On the Road Just the Two of Us #Chapter 3: At a Gas Station Just the Two of Us (well not really)#dukeceitweek2024 #Day 3: Rats #dukeceit #ts janus #janus sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #human au #fluff #innuendo #heavy flirting #mention of rats #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 7 months

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Roses

Harry gets Uma some flowers.

Uma just locked up the restaurant – alone, for once.

Harry didn’t come, which was weird, he always came, and besides: „Just wait tonight, darling,“ he said to her when she left for her shift, „I’ll have a surprise for you.“

So there was that, and it really left three options:

First, something happened to him, something horrible enough to stop him from coming to her – and Uma firmly refuses to entertain that current of thoughts.

So that leaves two options:

A mean-spirited prank, which is the only type of prank the Isle has anyway, in which case he probably never intended to come; or he just forgot how time works, again. That would be nothing new, and Uma finds that she can be pissed at him in both of these options.

Anger is, after all, so much easier than worry.

So Uma sets her steps sure and her eyes sure in front of herself as she walks through the docks to her ship, the usually swift walk dragging like misfortune without her first mate to keep her company.

She makes a face at that and kicks an empty bottle, just because she can. the flask clatters and thuds about, and gods, she hopes it breaks–

She breathes through her teeth (when it doesn’t break) when footsteps join the noise, and she whirls around to meet them. She already knows whom she’ll see, she could pick up these footsteps anywhere.

„Harry,“ she greets her insufferable first mate.

„Uma,“ he says back, leaning against the half-rotten wall by the corner. His hook glistens in one of his hands while the other is draped casually behind his back. He’s smirking. „Missed me, darling?“

Missed me – as if! Uma would rather had her left foot amputated than admit that.

And so she says: „Your loud mouth, or your blinding ego? In your dreams, Hook.“

He smirks more, of course he does, the handsome son of a bitch. „My mouth can do more than just talk, Captain, I’m sure you would like to know in yourdreams.

Uma makes a face at the low blow, and he laughs, finally sauntering closer; he still keeps his hand behind his back. Thus, he touches her waist with his hook – very carefully so – which she doesn’t mind in the slightest. She pulls him a bit closer, which is only partly an attempt to discover what he’s hiding.

„So, this surprise that you’ve been talking about, Hook,“ she says, „Is that just you showing up late? Keeping me waiting?“

He slides his hook over her body, her hip, her shoulder, her cheek, as he brags: „Why, Captain, what else could you want? I am truly the greatest gift you could ever get.“

He’s so lucky he’s pretty, and – and most definitely hiding something from her reach. Not that she’d been trying particularly hard, but you’ll have to forgive a girl for being distracted.

She pushes him away in mock-offense anyway.

„Harry Hook, you’re a narcissist!“ she exclaims, a smile tugging at her lips, as she can see his arms moving, actually his whole body–

He falls to his knees as he says: „That might be so, darling, but I brought you these.“

In front of himself, he holds a bouquet of blood-red roses, for her to take; he even wrapped a paper around the stems. Probably with a page torn from a horribly sappy poetry book, as she knows him.

She takes the flowers.

She gestures for him to get up barely a heartbeat later and he does so instantly, standing even closer to her than before. She doesn’t mind.

„Do you like them?“ he asks, so damn hopeful.

She nods, looking at the flowers still. The rich red colour and petals in curious shapes, whispering in wind that isn’t there. Only one person on the Isle has such roses.

„Are these��?“ she asks, and she doesn’t even need to finish the question for him to answer.

„Aye, from the Queen of Hearts,“ he says, „She has the best ones.“

She has, that’s true, and she’d never ever let go of them under the threat of death, nevermind the capital punishment for even breathing too hard in the direction of her gardens. Not that that would stop her first mate, not at all.

She lets out a quiet laugh. „You’re crazy, Harry Hook,“ she informs him.

„Crazy for you,“ he answers, and she doesn’t know why she’s surprised at all.

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma descendants #they’re in love your honor #some pretty heavy flirting #fluff #just. them.

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airenyah · 8 months

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it's really funny seeing everyone salty posts about the hidden agenda finale and i actually agree with everyone but the thing is!!!! i'm just vibing!!!!

i went into this show with absolutely ZERO expectations (and in fact, i would have been extremely surprised if this show ended up being actually good dkfjkfddf), i've never given a single shit about the plot and/or the writing bc i came here for the joongdunk vibes and the joongdunk vibes alone and i had a blast watching this series

like, i'm not even gonna bother criticising this drama bc from the beginning i didn't expect it to be very impressive anyway and so i'll just keep sitting here in my pile of garbage and vibing with it <3333

#watching joongdunk flirt on camera and be cute makes me feel good and that's exactly what i came here for #i got what i wanted and i don't care about the rest #as i said i'm just vibing!!!!!#the finale was underwhelming? there was no Real hidden agenda?#so what!! at least i got the funniest kiss scene ever with zo yoinking joke inside and kissing him stupid and yeeting him back out again!!!#that's all i need thanks dfkdfkkdfgdfkg #hidden agenda #ha ep12 #airenyah plappert #adrm #sometimes thing's just ain't that deep and that's ok #(though i get everyone's frustrations very well and i would have been just as annoyed if i'd expected anything from the show at all)#(apart from mindless fluff that i need zero braincells for)#(for me personally this show is perfect kjdfjkdfkjd)#also congrats for joongdunk on getting to do a sex scene i guess lol #(well. heavy make-out scene more like it)#anyway seeing how excited they were for that scene to drop and considering their lolfanfest performance of dum dum #also with them coming up themselves with the idea of switching positions for the bite #i can see them do a show like only friends lmaooo #i'm generally against set actor pairs but i do hope joongdunk will do more series together jkkjkdf

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starstaiined · 1 year

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tara had never been good at grief, has never quite learned to let go fully. even with all the experience she's had with it.

she pauses every day at wes' favorite spot by their tree. touches the old friendship rings they had gotten from some stupid bookfair a million years ago. she carries him in her sardonic wit, in jokes she cracks and turns to see his reaction only to remember he'll never have one again. it guts her just as much as the first time, every time.

and dear, sweet liv. the guilt that never stops haunting her. to blood staining her hands. liv waa only in the friendgroup because tara dragged her in after a summer working shifts together. tara recognized something similiar in her eyes: the same sense of pervasive loneliness that she saw in the mirror. liv's woes are as much an open secret as tara's. parents who only ever care about finding the bottom of bottle, who don't blink when their daughter doesn't come home in days. or when she starts bringing vince around. liv is floundering, and it's a feeling tara knows all too well. so she folds liv into their group.

at the party, she's hiding behind amber's arm when she pulls the gun out and splatters live against the wall. tara can't help but think if she'd processed faster, moved faster, reacted faster, then she could've done something. she could've saved liv. she pulls herself together enough to throw herself at amber to save sam, why couldn't she have done it for liv?

when ny comes and tara realizes it's a chance to reinvent herself, she models herself after the girl who always understood more than tara said. her haircut, her wardrobe, the personality: she's holding onto all the pieces of liv she can.

and then there's amber. oh god, amber. where does tara even start there? amber killed. (amber killed for her.) amber lied. (amber lied to reveal the truth.) amber never cared. (amber always cared, maybe a little too much.) amber. amber. amber. amber, who cradled her face after tying her up and shoving her in a closet. ("sam won't put you first, but baby, i always will. i promise. just trust me.") tara hates her for the way everything went to. tara misses her more than anything.

it's amber who once said things only have as much power as you give them. words tara chooses to live by in six.

she over indulges her vices. she's had a little too much to drink when she hears it. put. it. down. you're better than this. wilting fingers lose their grip on the cup, and it tumbles all over some unsuspecting victim who scowls at her. but tara doesn't care, she's too busy searching for the voice. the voice she would know anywhere.

but amber isn't tucked away into the crowd, and tara is more than willing to blame alcohol for a momentary lapse in judgment. she draws in a shaky breath and refills her cup. and she hears it again. baby doll, you know better. this isn't you.

this time she catches sight of those dark dark eyes glaring disapprovingly. the breath leaves her lungs in one ragged move as she stumbles towards amber. but the vision is gone as quickly as it appeared.

tara starts seeing and hearing pieces of amber when she makes reckless decisions amber would never approve of. and, god, does it spur her to make more.

after all, tara's never been good at letting go

#scream #scream vi #tara carpenter #amber freeman #liv mckenzie #wes hicks #she doesn't tell sam #how can she when sam's already so worried? and given sam's own proposenity for seeing dead serial killers?#tara just slowly sinks into more and more reckless shit for another glimpse. another moment. it's not hurting anyone right?#(wrong everyone is terrified for her)#amber's memory seems to get particularly agitated when she flirts with shady guys with hungry eyes and roaming hands #she seems so real in those moments it's worth the price tara pays #worth heavy calloused hande slipping up under her shirt in a hazr #someone from the tara watch squad always realizes she's slipped away and find her before things go to far #(its one of the choices that scares sam the most)#but yea #tara seeing amber in the same way bella sees edward in moon

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pfhwrittes · 3 months

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i am chewing on @gemmahale ‘s prompt in my askbox still and i’ve just shoved half of it into another document because of course i’ve changed my mind about how i want this to go. again.

#pfh personal #gemma i’m so sorry i promise i’m working on it #it’s a great prompt but apparently i’m incapable of writing soap and ghost banter that ISN'T just heavy flirting #…. wait a fucking second

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 5 ● e.munson

warnings

idiots in love to the nth degree, lots of internal angst, robin and barb are gay and we're all here for it -you're going to see a lot more from them soon, trust-, affectionate touching / petnames, mentions of alcohol/smoking/w**d, swearing, eventual filth, reader suffers from gifted kid burnout but is.. also a workaholic apparently, mentions of the annoying and oh so judgmental small town mindset, internalized confusion / fear due to sexual pref -being gay in the 80's isn't fun and when I write Barb and Robin in a more romantic way, this will be reflected, marital conflicts ( tommy and carol , other 'couples' mentioned ) and tons of other stuff..

reader/you are a female with female parts. you/reader are the oldest Byers. you/reader have a very specific personality / clothing style and/or nicknames and petnames. this is yet another self indulgent thing and i'm not sorry at all.

word count

1701 exactly. for any context needed part 4 <- is here.

summary

"Hot date, right?" He's only half teasing, trying to fight off a surge of jealousy at the thought. You laugh and shrug. "Job interview count, Eddie?"

"Another one? Jesus H.Christ, woman, do you ever sleep?" he's laughing but he's looking at you in concern.

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here <- click on that to be added to my taglist, (other fandoms incl.) and if you're here for Gareth/Steve/other guys content and you don't want to be tagged in my Eddie things let me know, pls?

@allelitesmut i love you sm, your tags always make my day and it means the world to me that you like reading the stuff I post. <3

@caravelofthesun

@chaoticcancer

@dylanwritesgood

@eddiemunsonspantschain - babe ily sm and I don't know what I'd dI o without knowing you, you're awesome. hope you're having a great day, feel free to ignore.

@eddiemuns0nl0ver

@just-a-blue-nerd

@music4life42

@tbmunson bestie.. babe.. babesss. i love you so much and idk what i'd do if i'd never met you, you are amazing and you always inspire me.

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist ● eddie's masterlist ● about + rules

"Hey guys, give me a second." you stop outside the record store and turn to look back at Barb and Robin. They share a look and burst out laughing. You pout, flip them off and wander into the store. Eddie is rearranging a clearance bin with his headphones in, as you approach him you can hear Metallica playing faintly.

You tap his shoulder and he jumps, whirling around with a glare in doe eyes that seems to soften as soon as he realizes it's you. He chuckles, eyes roaming slowly as he takes in the heels, the stockings, the way your skirt fits just a little too well… all of it.

"Hot date, right?" He's only half teasing, trying to fight off a surge of jealousy at the thought. You laugh and shrug. "Job interview count, Eddie?"

"Another one? Jesus H.Christ, woman, do you ever sleep?" he's laughing but he's looking at you in concern. You shrug. "It's a legal secretary gig.. for Albright? Here in town?"

Eddie chuckles. "Figured you'd go back to Boston."

"There's nothing there for me. I uh..got homesick." you admit and he'll die before admitting it but he's glad you're not leaving, even if he never acts on the way he feels because he knows it'll never happen.

"According t' my mom this one is gonna pay. Like.. big time. Yeah, Albright got several big cases back to back and she's swamped with paperwork but she has zero time." You give an evil laugh, "means I get to do a lot of organization."

Eddie snorts because he can't help it, the fact that you're giddy about organizing a ton of files which is completely his opposite, should be more than enough further proof that you and him won't ever work.

He pouts a little. "Aw, this mean I won't see you at my gigs?"

"No? Why would I stop coming? Angel really needs the help." You're laughing and stepping closer, Eddie steps closer to you too, a hand just barely grazes your hip and you can feel the way your breath catches over just a simple accidental touch. "Besides," you add, tilting your head slightly to look up at him, " Maybe I enjoy the scenery."

Eddie rubs his chin. A smile that spreads lazily across his lips and draws your gaze down to them. "The scenery, huh?"

"Mhm." you've got a hand against the front of his Hellfire shirt and the scent of him surrounds you, it taunts you and ultimately, before you can stop yourself, you've stepped closer. Much closer.

Robin is laughing and Barb is tapping her wrist. You use your grip on the front of his shirt to pull yourself up closer and you give his hair a little fluff. And you're biting your lip again and he fixated, breath hanging in his throat. You laugh softly as soon as you remember the envelope your little brother Will gave to you to give to him and you find it, pressing it into his hand.

"What's this?"

"All I know is that Will wanted me to give it to you."

"Ooh. It looks fancy."

You laugh softly, hand catching in wild and thick locks, "My little brother doesn't do anything half-assed." and after a few seconds, you pout. "I need to get going. I'll see you tonight?"

Eddie chuckles as he smiles and nods. "You know where I'll be."

As you walk out, Eddie has to lean against a wall and take several deep breaths to pull himself together. And he fans himself, chuckling quietly. "Go get 'em, sweetheart."

Nearby, Gareth Emerson bursts into laughter. "Holy shit.. is this Eddie Munson speechless for once?"

Eddie flips him off as his cheeks darken. "Shut up, Emerson."

"Not gonna happen. I still say you're wrong this time and she wants you. The tension just now, dude" he fans himself and laughs again, "enough to smother anyone else present."

"Look.. I'm not saying I don't want her. I am saying she's 'grown', Emerson. She's got her shit together. In what world is a girl like that ever gonna settle or be happy with a guy like me, huh?"

"Ya never know, Munson."

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The heels are killing your feet. You're excited because you just landed the job and while it isn't being a lawyer, it is still adjacent to the field you chose so long ago.

You're still on the high from it when you happen to catch sight of Eddie's new motorcycle parked outside of the laundromat across the street. Your mom realizes you haven't heard a thing she's asked so she follows your gaze and smiles to herself as soon as she picks up on the way your eyes linger and roam over the tall boy.

"Airhead!"

"___, are you okay?"

You zone back in right around the time your brother Jonathan throws a piece of French fry at your nose. And naturally, he's teasing you, he's quick to tell your mom that things between you and Eddie are "intense", to quote him directly.

"Are not!"

"I dunno, it looks pretty intense to me." your mom is teasing you and you pout. "I like him. He seems sweet, I mean from what I've seen when I see him around town."

You laugh softly and nod, agreeing. "He's different than the other jerks."

"She admitted it!" Will and Jane laugh when they say it the whole time.

Once they're gone to the arcade to meet their friends and Jonathan's left to meet Nance, this leaves you alone with your mom.

"Hey mom?"

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"Like.. do you think it's possible to look at a person and just know theyre.. nevermind. This is crazy. Insane."

"No, tell me. I'm your mom. You can talk to me about anything."

"Do you think it's possible that you can look at a person and you know you're going to love them?"

"Yeah. I did.. with Hopper. And I almost let my own fear mess it up, more than once.. don't make my mistake, sweetie."

"I'm scared."

"Yeah, I know that feeling. Just go with it..whatever it is you're feeling, I mean."

You nod. Laugh softly. "Easier said than done."

Your mom laughs and nods. "I know what you mean."

–

There are even more people at the show tonight and Eddie is thrilled. He's also nervous as hell.

You make your way into the bar and as you're hopping over to hurry and start mixing drinks, you lock eyes. You give him a thumbs up and he gives you that lopsided charmers grin.

"I see what you mean, Gareth. Dude goes silent when she's around." Jeff chuckles as he says it and Eddie grumbles, flipping his friend the bird. "Fucking do not!"

"You do!"

"Do not!"

As the band begins to warm up, you smile to yourself. "Amazing as always, handsome." you mumble to yourself as you wipe down the bar.

And unbeknownst to you, Wayne happens to be sitting a few seats away. Close enough that he's heard you. He chuckles to himself.

Both of you are so clueless it's not funny.

–

The show has just ended. Eddie is loading his setup into the back of Jeff's dad's truck when Wayne surprises him by wandering out into the back.

"Hell of a show tonight, kid."

Eddie laughs. "You saw it?"

Wayne shrugs. "Sometimes I come to watch." and he drags a hand over his head, smirks at his nephew, "I wasn't the only one watching."

"Oh you weren't, huh?"

Wayne catches sight of you walking out with some of the other girls, you're sandwiched between the two girls laughing and talking. Wayne catches sight of the way Eddie is staring and he speaks up. "She was watching too, kid."

"Yeah, she kinda had to. She tends bar,man."

"She clocked out at 10, kid. Angel only needs her from 7 t' 9."

Eddie gapes. Then he laughs. "She probably stayed to talk to the other girls."

Wayne shrugs. "I dunno about that kid."

"Trust me. That's all it is, it has t'be."

You've spotted Eddie in the alley out back of the bar. You tell Tanya and Sheila goodbye and you turn back, slipping up behind him. "Boo." You're laughing as he turns around, a mocked 'scared' look on his face as you shrug.

"Always trying to scare me, woman." Eddie shakes his head. You laugh softly. Step up into him and toy with the front of his denim vest as you stare up at him. His eyes catch on the purple streak of hair and before he can stop himself, he's reached out for it, passing it through his fingers as he chuckles quietly. "Whens that..uh, the secretary gig start?"

"Tomorrow. I'm kinda torn between nervous and excited."

And he doesn't say it but he's excited too. Because until today, he'd been assuming you were only back for the summer. That when fall came around, you'd be leaving for Boston again. Now that he knows you're not, if he were more optimistic, he'd make a move.

He's tempted to go for it, the only thing that stops him is you're not the kind of girl who is just gonna settle for him, you've got all this stuff ahead of you and he knows this and refuses to get in the way of it.

He's excited also because he can look at you and tell that this job is something you really want.

And he's happy for you. Proud of you because you seem fearless and nothing seems to stop you from going after what you want. If he didn't love that about you it might actually make him a little jealous.

"Don't overdo it, alright? Even Supergirl needs rest, doll."

"I'll keep that in mind, Eddie. I'll see you later. I need to get home. You were amazing up there tonight, as always." you give his hair one last little fluff until the next time you see him and reluctantly, you step away, walking over to your moms car.

Your mom is right.. and it's getting to a point where you can't fight the direction you're being pulled. The problem is…what should your next move be?

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie the banished #eddie munson x byers!fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #<- my writing ● eddie munson #<-warning | idiots in love / heavy flirting and PDA ● mentions of alcohol/w**d/smoking ● see above.#<- warning | female character ● byers sibling ● female parts / clothing / hair + personality and nicknames / petnames #fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4.. au with no sci fi ) ● character ( eddie munson )#-- the next part is gonna have a lot of barb/robin interaction plus eddie/reader. i just wanted to get this out because the idea was cute.

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birthdaycakeplate · 2 years

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Truce era. Exploring the galaxy together (because Megatron was assigned this little AutoBrat, and he’s stuck with him now...).

It’s tolerable for the few minutes out of the cycle they deign to talk to one another like civilized mechs.

Other times, it’s Optimus fussing disproportionately over Megatron getting a slice in his chassis -if only because it was his fault Megatron got it in the first place by rushing in to protect him against some alien threat they’d gotten themselves mixed up in.

And in lieu of a thank you -which would mean admitting the whole ‘protecting thing’ just happened- Optimus yells at him ✨

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“Let Ratchet fix that, before it leaves a mark!” Both attempts at inspecting the incision are thwarted by Megatron simply standing at his full height and out of Optimus’ reach.

“You think me so weak-“

“Don’t give me that speech again!” Optimus threw up his hands, waving them as close to Megatron’s face to cause a stir as he could- only managing about chest height.

The ‘Con sneered past them at the little blue face below, only wishing he was more upset by Optimus’ infamously blasé treatment of him than he was.

Something positively thrilling coiled in his tanks when the firetruck talked to him like this. A way no other would dare.

“As I understand it, you’re known rather well for your own rambling speeches.”

Unfortunately, so. Beyond his old earth bound teammates snoring away over the ones he’d use to give about the Autobot Cause, he’d heard in whispers when no one knew he was around that his New Cybertron Division speeches about ‘Cons and ‘Bots coming together and respecting one another were garnering more mockery than inspiration.

Honestly, if he could turn the part of his brain module off that needed to see peace and order amongst the most hopeless of mechs, he would.

He’d settled for ignoring Megatron and his sadly accurate claim instead.

“What do you understand about anything?! You won’t even allow a medic to help you!”

Megatron rolled his optics and stared down his nasal ridge at the other. Puffing himself up for a holy display of prestige.

“Really, Prime? This is not scar worthy.”

Optimus shook his fist.

“What does that even-“

“This~ is scar worthy.”

Oh, if only the little mech had known what was coming for him.

Megatron flexed his arm at Optimus’ optic level to show the myriad of scuffs and trauma -so faint, they were almost imperceptible- that he’d acquired over millions of years of ruthless punishment, right there for him to see.

As he anticipated, cocky aft, the little Prime responded with immediate intrigue, jaw snapping shut.

He stared in shock for a moment before realizing Megatron was in no hurry to put the show away. Awaiting some form of a response.

Optimus tried to expel the silence with something functional and sensible to say. Something to discourage Megatron’s abhorrent unprofessionalism.

Useless drivel was all he could formulate.

“Wow! That’s, uh- Oh, that’s... it’s...wow.“

Megatron’s delight went unnoticed- Optimus locked on the bruising gnashes in otherwise smooth metal.

A string of nonsense about Optimus not condoning the neglect of one’s chassis warbled out beaten those plush, parted lips. And with that single weak protest, the rest of his processing power became a scramble to appraise the roguish display stood before him.

Megatron tried not to tense his muscles beneath the scrutiny.

“This one looks like it was deep!” Optimus said, studying the line over the swell of Megatron’s bicep, subconsciously feeling himself lean closer than was likely appropriate.

But when would he get another chance like this?

Not... not that he’d been waiting for a chance like this in the first place...

It was just... Megatron was millions of years old. Millions of years seeing battle- the wars Optimus had only read about. Megatron had actually been in them, and here was the astounding proof of that

Megatron’s confidence soared.

“Absolutely.” He belatedly answered and straightened his shoulders.

“I was stranded and starving for nearly five orn without any way to contact Starscream- back when she was reliable.... We’d gotten separated during a raid and I-“

To his shock, Optimus’ servos began to slowly creep upwards towards the wound. Megatron’s sudden silence brought Optimus’ attention back to his faceplate, his servos stopping as soon as the little mech became aware of what he was doing. Hands hovering an inch above the heated metal.

Megatron took note of it, and something began to flicker to life in the depths of his spark. That familiar thrill. The glimmer in his calculative gaze went thankfully overlooked once again by the enchanted little thing below- Too concerned with the urge to reach out and touch the tensing plates at his fingertips, but too embarrassed to do just that.

“...Here,” Megatron turned towards him for better access.

“You can feel for yourself.”

An invitation, if there ever was one.

Optimus flinched. He glanced upward -to a considerably tamer look in the bigger mech’s optic, who knew the other would only run if he’d seen that cunning glean- and decided that Megatron sounded so certain that surely it’d be ok if he just... maybe just a touch... just a little one...

Megatron turned his chest into him, cloaking him in his shadow and locking them away from any wandering optics. Optimus tended to need a lot of encouragement, and this seemed to be just enough.

The smaller mech swallowed and let his palms settle on the warm metal. Digits twitching with the effort not to test the strength under the armor of those powerful servos. He was already making a spectacular fool of himself, better not add to it by looking the swooning damsal.

The scars lightly caught against the tips of his fingers, as he moved over them. Upon discovering each one, he allowed his hands to trace them over until they met with the next one- then following a new path. Practically groping at the ex-warlord’s bicep.

“Um, uhm...” His finials flicked, fingers trailing along a scar on his forearm, looking to be another deep gash that’d healed impressively so. Possibly having cut all the way to his circuitry once.

That Megatron was a living piece of history, one that’d weathered tremendous stress in this frame, and now Optimus was touching it?

He flushed to the tip of his finials, though blissfully unaware of it. Laser focused on the piece of fine architecture before him.

“T-this is very.... um....nice.”

Knowing perfectly well that charming little blush was his own doing, Megatron had to force himself to keep from ruffling himself up and making too much of a show. Some amount of humbleness was due- galactic war terror of the ages, or not.

“This one came from you.” He purred, a bit too sultrily, and took a cobalt blue hand in his own to help guide it across the scar, up towards his shoulder seam.

“It might very well be my favorite.”

So much for humble...

He cocked a brow and looked every bit the lecherous scoundrel he was for saying that, but Optimus was hardly of right mind to acknowledge that he should fuss him back into good behavior.

“O-oh-“ Optimus began to laugh nervously. Awareness bleeding into him then that he was stood there fondling his old enemy without a bit of articulate commentary to add to make this any less awkward. Like it even would.

And just when he thought he’d reached his potential as a hopeless loser after turning down drinks with his academy crushes to do more studying, he’d hit a new low.

Not that this was some great service! He hadn’t asked to do this, and he didn’t owe Megatron his remaining (dwindling) sense to make less of a fool of himself- make this less pathetic.

In his defense, Megatron was showing no sign of wishing to end this interaction, and Optimus was -embarrassingly- hard pressed to say he’d like to either.

So he just allowed himself to feel around, occasionally guided by a strong hand. Being very careful to never leave the ‘safety’ of Megatron’s arm when that broad chest and tapered waist stood precariously just in the corner of Optimus’ optic. Also riddled with old wounds.... begging to be explored, too.

No, no, no. Like he’d ever do that. No, no. No, thank you.

“Optimus?”

“Hm?!” His helm snapped to attention, curious servos coming to a stop again.

Megatron smiled -a thing made awful by the genuineness in it. Clearly aware that he was getting the most benefit out of all of this shameful ogling.

A ‘Con to his core, he took an extra moment to suppress a growl rising in his throat.

“Do you want to see the others?”

“The others-?” Optimus squeaked.

‘Others’ being somewhere other than the expanse of thick, thrumming metal before him?

Where? No- No, no,

, that was a giant red flag right there.

Optimus should pry himself away like a good, decent mech and report himself to Ultra Magnus for a full briefing on former enemy faction relations etiquette.

“Y- I... Uhm. Y-Yes?”

Well, that wasn’t stiff and awkward sounding at all. And thank goodness he had said ‘no’ with the ounce of sense he had left in his empty helm.

Although, that must not be what he’d said at all, because Megatron’s engines produced an incredibly forceful rumble throughout his frame that ran right into Optimus’ searching hands, making the flush on those cerulean cheeks creep further down past his throat cables.

“How does right now sound?” Megatron shuffled forward in the centimeter of space left between them.

It sounded like it wasn’t really a question.

“Um-“

“You know, while the mood is right?” Megatron smiled ‘innocently’.

Optimus tried to channel Primus for strength.

“W-What mood is that even?”

“The one where you are quite agreeable at the moment. I’m sure I wouldn’t succeed to impress you so thoroughly twice.”

Optimus considered how easily he’d done it even once. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure how much of that was his poor resolve to resist Megatron’s undeniable charm, and how much of that was the ex-warlord’s equally undeniable natural appeal. His powerful, intelligent, confident, foreboding appeal.

Or a mix of both, which would be absolutely deadly and damning.

Since agreeing to a truce and the near endless measures he’d been taking to keep the peace, chances were Megatron could have Optimus whichever way he wanted him, whenever he wanted him. If he indeed wanted him for whatever surprising reason....

As Megatron becoming a beckon of security and comfort to their brethren in every faction had made Optimus quite ‘agreeable’ to anything a powerful, protective force such as Megatron might desire. Always having been a sucker for authority- and more profoundly, authoritative mechs with compassion.

Optimus sucked his bottom lip and searched deep within himself for some sort of plausible excuse as to why he shouldn’t have... whatever this was.

There were the hundreds of obvious reasons, the thousands of personal ones from their Earthly encounters, and the very few logical ones that centered mostly around the short tolerance of post war cross faction relationships -which was all hot garbage anyway, and a couple of other mechs had already thrown the supposed shame they should feel for their ‘taboo’ out the window.

And, Primus, Megatron was right here...

Grinning at him much like he’d done plenty of times before in battle- shooting him a mocking sort of smirk. Odd that those smirks didn’t look any bit disingenuously interested in Optimus, though now for very different reasons.

And just standing here with his much larger servos barely resisting the overwhelming urge to grab Optimus by the hip seams, if their visible twitches and the way he kept staring at him there were anything to go by.

No, there was hardly any reason at all not to explore whatever promising new chapter their... ‘relationship’ was foretelling. Beyond Optimus’ ever present internal guilt for forces outside his control, of course. But what else was new?

Optimus agreed with a single nod and was blessedly saved from melting into nothingness at the sweltering fire in the bigger mech’s optics by the reassuring servo wrapping around the small of his back, ushering him to follow closely at Megatron’s side. He was taken someplace where just the two of them could wallow in Optimus’ hesitant glee in peace.

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Just boys flirting. Lock me up.

#Some heavy language #LOTS of heavy flirting #This is just Optimus unwillingly ogling at Megatron #Shy Optimus #Over confident warlords #Megop #tfa megop #tfa megatron #tfa optimus prime #optimus prime #tranformers animated #i need a leash #I also have not fixed the grammar or spacing #And as much as I’d like to properly do so #I cannot re-read my embarrassing fawning in this fic as is the usual for me I’m so sorry

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On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter Seven: Outside a Bar, Just the Two of Us

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Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.

Content Warnings: Innuendo, Heavy Flirting, Kink mention, Drunkenness, Alcohol consumption off screen

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Janus gulped down the fresh air as he stepped out of the warm and loud bar. Remus had begged him to stay in this town for the rest of the day when he’d seen it and the poster advertising a gig of a local punk band playing there that evening. He hadn’t minded staying, it seemed like a fun evening, and it was! But it was getting close to midnight and Janus needed a break from the used-up air and bass vibrations that he still felt rattling around his brain.

Or maybe that was the alcohol.

He hadn’t drunk all that much – he never did. He enjoyed the buzz but not more than that.

Remus on the other hand had taken a few more shots. But he also had a higher tolerance than Janus, so he wasn’t worried. His boyfriend was currently having fun on the dance floor and while Janus hadn’t felt comfortable there, he would never take Remus’ enjoyment away from him.

He’d made sure Remus had seen him head outside. He wouldn’t make him worry.

Janus took another few, deep breaths. He looked up, admiring the starry sky for a moment. It was a smaller town, so he could see a lot more of the stars than he could at home.

It made him not want to go back.

But there were responsibilities. And this trip was already three months long.

…Maybe he should check his e-mails. He hadn’t this entire time, knew it would make him anxious about how much work he’d return to. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Janus pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over the icon of his e-mail program, but before he could tap it, the bar door swung open and Remus came stumbling out.

“Where’s my snake boy??” he slurred, looking around. Janus had enough time to put his phone away before he was spotted and as soon as Remus did, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Janny! Love of my life! There you are!” He giggled, clumsily making it over to Janus and pulling him close. “I missed you. So much.”

“I was gone for not even five minutes, dear. How much more did you have to drink?” Janus chuckled, gently rubbing Remus’ cheek with his thumb. He was running rather hot but considering the temperature inside, the fact that he had been dancing and a good amount of alcohol, it wasn’t concerning.

Remus leaned into his touch and sighed.

“The band like, paid for like three rounds for everyone. I probably shouldn’t’ve taken all three shots directly after the other, but c’mon! It was fun!”

“I’m sure it was, darling. Don’t you dare throw up on my shoes, though.”

“I would never. I love your boots, they’re so sexy and way too good to be ruined by puke. If it happens anyway, I will clean them for you though. With my tongue. Or I can clean them now, I would love to worship your boots for you, Janny.”

Janus listened to Remus’ drunken rambling while gently guiding him away from the bar and towards where they parked the van. He definitely had enough for the night and while it wasn’t uncommon for Remus to declare his various kinks so openly, the fact that he was swaying on his feet and slurring slightly was enough indication that it was time to call it a night for him, too.

“I know you would, darling, and we can experiment with that when we’re back home and I have cleaned these properly. You’re not touching them with your tongue after I’ve worn them outside. Especially not before the wedding.”

Remus whined and Janus sympathetically patted his cheek.

“I know, I’m so mean to you.”

“You’re not,” Remus insisted immediately, pushing himself away a bit and trying to stay more steadily on his own so that he could look Janus in the eyes. “You’re the one person that isn’t mean to me. At least not in any way I don’t like. You’re the best and I love you. Want me to prove it to you? I can kill a guy for you!”

“I know you can, darling, and I love you, too, but what I want from you right now is to get back to the car and cuddle me until the sun comes up again.”

“I’d love to.”

“Good.”

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