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sunflowergirl522 · 1 year

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The Other Wheeler 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader

Summary: you’re normally the forgotten Wheeler to anyone other than Mikes friends but Eddie is captivated by you upon first glance.

Word Count: 7600

A/N: This series is just gonna be updated whenever I can get myself to focus on it. I was gonna wait till I had at least part 2 finished before posting it but Lea really wanted me to finally post it and who would I be if I kept my biggest fan waiting.

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“Mike, come on, let's go!” Nancy yells for your brother who’s waiting for his waffles to pop out of the toaster. This is how almost every day of school has gone so far because Nancy has to get there early to do stuff with the school's paper. “I swear to God I’m going to leave you here and you can bike to school!”

“I’m coming!” He yells back through a mouthful of Eggo.

“I could always drive you.” You offer watching him wince as he grabs his newly toasted waffles. You’re just now getting yourself breakfast since you don’t have to leave for another twenty minutes. You’ve offered the same thing almost every morning and each time you’ve gotten the same response.

“It’s fine, thanks though.” He smiles at you before shoving a waffle in his mouth.

“Mike!”

“I’m coming!” He slings his bag over his shoulder as he runs out the door following your sister to her car. You’re not shocked that he picks Nancy again, it’s what everyone seems to do. To everyone other than Mike's friends you’re the forgotten Wheeler. Even your parents seem to forget you exist unless they’re comparing you to Nancy or other kids your age. You sigh before turning your attention back to the bowl of cereal in front of you. When you leave you make sure to grab the textbook Mike forgot on the counter again.

“Who’s that lost sheep over there?” Eddie asks after a while of watching the girl sitting alone bobbing her head along to whatever is playing through her headphones and doing what looks like homework while picking at the little food in front of her. He had seen her in a couple of his classes this year already and she intrigued him because she always was just listening to music or doing the work assigned. He’s not sure he’s heard or seen her talk until earlier that day when he spotted her talking to Mike and handing him a book. “Wheeler, you know her don’t you?”

“Huh?” Mike follows where the older man's attention is before turning back to him and shrugging. “Oh, yeah. That’s my sister Y/n.”

“I didn’t know you had a second sister.” Eddie leans forward and the rest of the club nods along, a little surprised to hear that.

“Y/n’s the best, Mike doesn’t talk about her for whatever reason though.” Dustin chimes in, glaring a little at his friend. “If she was my sister I’d talk about her all the time.”

“You do talk about her all the time.” Mike rolls his eyes going back to paying attention to his food. “I’m shocked you haven’t told Eddie about her yet.”

“She never came up in conversation.” Dustin shrugs, turning back to look at Eddie. “She’s been driving me here in the mornings.”

“She’s been driving you to school? And you let her?” Mike sputters out not being able to believe this. But really he shouldn’t be surprised because from the first time you came down to the basement to offer the boys freshly baked cookies during a dungeons and dragons session Dustin and even Lucas and Will had all but claimed you as their own. Dustin even had a crush on you for the longest time before it faded away.

“Yeah, you should really take her up on her offers to drive you y'know, or you’ll be stuck coming in early with Nancy all year.”

“Y/n’s car is being held together with duct tape Dustin, duct tape. I’m not getting in that death trap.” Eddie smiles a little as he watches the two freshman bicker before turning his attention back to the Wheeler he didn’t know existed until now.

You’re oblivious to the attention you’re getting. You’re too focused on getting the math homework that’s due next period done that you didn’t have time to do after closing Elixir Records last night. You loved working at the little music store in town, it’s why you were so okay with working right after school till close, but sometimes you had to rush last minute to get your school work done because of how busy it could get. Normally you get your homework for that night done at lunch or at work with the rare time of having to stay up when you got home to finish it. Last night was one of those once in a blue moon times that you still had some to do but you were so tired from running around the shop trying to get the stock done that your coworker who walked out the day before, your day off, was supposed to do that you had passed out at your desk.

You’re distracted by finishing up the worksheet and the music flowing through your ears so you don’t notice Dustin walking up to you. His presence is so sudden and unexpected that when you glance up and see him standing in front of you you jump a bit in your seat. You pull your headphones down to sit around your neck and drop the pencil in your hand so he knows he has your full attention.

“Jeez Dustbunny give a girl some warning before popping up out of the blue.”

“Sorry, I thought maybe you would’ve noticed me coming.”

“What do you need, bud?”

“I was just wondering if you were still willing to take me home after school? If not that’s fine Eddie offered to give me a ride since he wanted to talk to me about this new campaign he’s planning for Hellfire.” The boy in front of you points with his thumb over his shoulder at the older boy who ducks his head down when you peer around Dustin to look his way.

You knew of Eddie Munson, it was hard not to have at least heard of him before. He was in some of your classes this year and Dustin’s told you about him and their club during the drive to school. You admired how he took your brother and his friends under his wing almost immediately. You’ve never interacted with him yourself but you knew he wasn’t the freak everyone wanted to see him as.

“Yeah I can still drive you home, I told Lucas I’d give him a ride too. But if you wanna go with Eddie that works for me. It’ll give me a smidge more time to get ready for work.”

“Okay, I’ll let him know. Are you closing the shop again tonight?”

“Yeah, you want me to see if there’s anything good in the clearance section for you again?” He smiles wide at the offer. He loved when you presented him with music you thought he’d like that you found on sale at work. Sometimes you’d even hand him a tape of an album that just came out.

“If you have time, yeah. I’ll let you get back to your work.” He motions to the almost complete worksheet in front of you. “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n!”

“See ya Dustin.” You smile at the boy before he turns and heads back to his table. You put your headphones back on, giving Eddie a small wave when your eyes meet, and get back to finishing up the last two problems before you can move on to the work you’ve been given for tonight.

“Tomorrow we’ll be picking lab partners for the first big project of the year.” Ms. O’Donnell rushes out after the bell rings and everyone starts collecting their things. Picking partners is your least favorite thing and you wish she would’ve just assigned them like most other teachers. You have no idea who you’d pick with not really making the effort to become friends with anyone anymore. After Barb ditched you to be better friends with Nancy you stopped trying, you figured anyone else would just do the same thing. As you make your way out of the classroom you see Eddie in the corner of your eye finishing up a doodle in his notebook, something you’ve noticed he does a lot instead of paying attention. Maybe you’ll see if he wants to be your lab partner because you doubt anyone is going to be fighting to be his. You don’t even care about doing all the work if you have to.

You rush down the hall knowing that Lucas is probably gonna beat you to your locker. His last class is right next to his own and that’s down the hall from yours. You dive around people in the halls who are moving slowly distracted by talking to their friends instead of hurrying to get home. You smile when you see Lucas walking up to your locker unlocking it for you.

“You ready to go?” You ask, grabbing your bag and shoving your notebooks into it.

“Yeah, are we waiting for Dustin and Mike?”

“No, Dustin’s getting a ride with Eddie and Mike told me he’s going home with Nancy again.” You both make your way down the hallway towards the entrance of the school. “How were basketball tryouts yesterday?”

“They were alright, I think I made the team but I won’t be sure until next week.”

“Well if you didn’t make the team they’re dumb. You’re a great player, I mean you always beat me when we play together.” You bump your shoulder into his own and he laughs at you.

“Yeah that’s because you suck at sports.” You send him a mock hurt face over the roof of your car.

“That’s the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Lucas just rolls his eyes getting into the car and you shoot him a smile once you’re seated next to him. “Seriously though Lukey I’m sure you made the team you’ve been practicing since you found out about the team.”

“Stop using that nickname Y/n, I’m not a little kid anymore.” He groans out but turns to look out of the window so you can’t see the small smile on his face.

“I’ll never stop. Now let’s go get your sister and blow this popsicle stand.” With that you pull out of the parking spot and start over to the middle school.

You make it to work twenty minutes early but after getting home and changing your dad started going on about how you need to do stuff for college already and how Nancy already filled out college applications. All you wanted to do was scream about how that’s because Nancy knew what she wanted to do after high school and the only thing on your radar is moving out as soon as you graduate. You didn’t though, you had stopped responding to his tangents with anything other than ‘yeah I’ll get right on that dad’ since the first time you got held back in the eighth grade.

You searched through the cassettes on sale deciding on the Eagles first album to get for Dustin before checking that you can clock in. You spend the first hour of your shift restocking the vinyls that are getting low. Once that’s finished you switch out the album that had finished playing over the store's speakers for a new one before moving behind the counter for the next six hours of your shift. After checking out the two people that were in the shop you pull out the book assigned for English to get the next chapter read for the day after tomorrow. You’re halfway through it when the bell above the door chimes once more and you glance up from it to find Eddie Munson himself entering the store. You giggle at his wide eyes from the sound of the new bell and his head snaps from where it’s tilted up to examine where the chime came from to where you’re sitting behind the counter. His mouth parts slightly as you give him a friendly smile before looking back down at the book and continuing reading.

Eddie stumbles a bit at seeing you here. He’s been buying albums from this store almost exclusively since it opened and he’s never seen you here. He never would’ve thought that the intriguing girl he just found out was Mike’s sister would be working at his favorite music store the night he came for a fucking Abba album. His eyes keep finding their way to your slouched over figure as he makes his way over to where he knows he’ll find their Super Trouper album. On his way to the counter he grabs a Megadeth album that he definitely already has to make this situation less weird.

“Did you find everything okay?” You ask putting in the bookmark and shutting the book before placing it off to the side.

“Yeah.” He so badly wants to say something else to you but his mind blanks as he hesitantly places the tapes on the counter.

“Do you wanna be my lab partner in Ms. O’Donnells class?” You blurt it out as you ring him up.

“What?”

“We’re in the same science class and she said we’re picking lab partners tomorrow.”

“No, I know that. You want to be mine?”

“Well yeah. Why not? Unless you already have one of course. I just don’t really have anyone else I’d want to do it with.” Your voice softens near the end and Eddie can see a hint of loneliness flash across your face before you try to cover it up with a smile. He can tell that’s what it is based on your words, tone, and the fact that he’s felt the same way before. It’s not often people want to hang around the town freak.

“Nah I don’t have one yet. So if you’ll have me Y/n I’ll be your partner.”

“You know who I am?”

“Yeah, I noticed you sitting alone at lunch today and Mike and Dustin told me about you.” He rubs the back of his neck a little embarrassed to admit that he was watching you.

“Mike was talking about me? Willingly?” The disbelief is strong in your voice and it shocks Eddie because as soon as the two boys had started talking about you they couldn’t seem to stop.

“Why do you sound so shocked about that?” Eddie leans his elbows on the counter resting his weight on them.

“Oh, it’s just I don’t know, Mike never seems to be all that interested in being related to me I guess. It’s not that we have a bad relationship or anything, he just seems to want to be around Nancy more. Probably because they’re closer in age.” You add in the last part more to reassure yourself.

“Really? He seemed to have nothing but good things to say about you and I’ve never seen him talk about Nancy with the sort of excitement he had today. And Dustin seems to absolutely adore you.” You can feel yourself getting flustered at his words and his scrutinizing gaze.

“Oh I love Dustin, he’s my little Dustbunny.” You look away as you begin to bag up his items and he chuckles at the nickname.

“Dustbunny?”

“Oh shit, don’t tell him you know that. As much as Mike's friends enjoy my nicknames for them, they hate when I use them in public for everyone else to hear. You should see Lucas’s face when I use his, he’s slapped a hand over my mouth before.” You laugh just thinking about it and Eddie finds himself hoping to hear the sound again. “Their friend Will gets absolutely blushy when I say his a little too loudly.”

“Oh I definitely need to know what all of their nicknames are.” You shake your head and mimic zipping your mouth shut and throwing the key over the counter. “You can’t just tell me they hate them and not tell me!” Eddie complains before diving to act like he’s searching for the key and jumping up victoriously and acting out unlocking your mouth. “Please, you’re killing me here Y/n.” You ignore the feeling of his fingers on your lips as he unzips them and laugh as you knock his hand away.

“Fine I’ll tell you Will’s since he’s all the way in Cali and it’s unlikely you’ll meet him anytime soon.” You let out another round of giggles at how he perks up at hearing that. “I call him Yam Yam. It started as just calling him Will Yam since his full name is William but then I discovered how much fun it is to call out Yam Yam instead. Now that’s it, forget you heard his and Dustins, no one needs to know that you know alright?”

“I’m not promising anything.” He holds his hands up and shakes his head before pointing at you. “You shouldn’t have fallen into my trap and told me.”

“That’s not fair, how's anyone supposed to deny your big puppy dog eyes?” The bell above the door chimes again and you quiet down since someone else has entered the store. “How about this, you don’t bring up the nickname thing to them and I won’t tell everyone about how our resident metalhead is a secret Abba head?”

“Fine, you drive a hard bargain.”

“Your total is thirteen dollars by the way.” He places a ten and a five dollar bill on the counter while taking the bag from you.

“Keep the change.” He motions towards the tip jar next to the register. “I know all about your taped together car.”

“Get out of here I will not tolerate disrespect towards my sweet sweet car. I’ll see you tomorrow Eddie.” He laughs as you shoo him away and listens to you greet the next customer on his way out the door. He can’t seem to shake his smile the rest of the night.

The next day you’re a little shocked when Eddie takes a seat next to you in your shared third period English class. As he pulls out the chair next to you he also pulls your headphones down to rest on your neck. It causes you to immediately straighten up not sure who it was at first but relax when you see the brunette take a seat next to you.

“So, do I get a fun little nickname now that we’re friends?”

“Who said we’re friends now?”

“Uh, you did when you asked me to be your lab partner. You signed a contract and everything. Is that Motley Crue playing?” He takes the headphones you’ve placed on the table while you went to stop your walkman and places them on his head just before the music cuts off.

“I don’t remember signing any kind of contract, you'll have to talk to my lawyer. And then maybe we’ll see about that nickname you want.” You smile at him, taking the headphones back and turning to face the teacher as he starts to speak. Eddie’s attention stays on you for a little bit longer before pulling out his notebook and starting to doodle instead of paying attention.

At lunch Eddie spends the first half of it with his attention drifting from the guys over to where you’re sitting doing the same thing as yesterday. His legs bounces up and down as he fights the urge to get up and go bother you. In the end he loses the battle and pushes away from the table the screeching of the chair on the floor causing Dustin to stop mid sentence as the group watches him walk over to you.

“So, I’ve spoken to your lawyer, sadly the contract is binding and you’re stuck with me.” He says after knocking your headphones down over your face. You let out a fake sigh of disappointment as he sits next to you spreading out.

“I guess I am, you sure he couldn’t find some sort of loophole? He’s normally so good at that.”

“Nope. What are you working on?” He pulls your notebook to sit in front of him instead of you. “This doesn’t look like a list of nicknames for you to choose from.”

“It’s my psych notes. I gotta study now for the test tomorrow because I probably won’t have time tonight after work. Don’t worry though Eddie I had a nickname picked out for you from the very beginning.” You pull said notes back to you watching how his face lights up at your words. You can’t help but match his smile with one of your own.

“What is it?”

“You’ll find out when you’ll find out.” You shrug and look away from him back down at your notes.

“What kind of an answer is that?” You laugh as his arms flail around with his question.

“Looks like someones cozying up with Y/n.” Dustin teases Mike as they watch the two of you laugh together.

“Shut up Dustbunny.” Mike grumbles to his friend as he turns away and focuses on his food again in a mood over Eddie seeming to be into his sister.

“You’re not supposed to call me that Mikey Mouse.” Dustin kicks Mike under the table. “You gonna go all overprotective little brother mode on him?”

“Pft no why would I?”

“Because you do that. You don’t notice how you start acting towards people who seem to want to get close to her? You come off real standoffish and try to seem tougher like that’s possible.”

“I do not, just shut up Dustin.”

“Dustin! Are you coming or what?” You yell out seeing him across the parking lot at Eddie’s van. “We gotta pick up Erica!”

“I’m coming!” Once he’s in the car with you and Lucas you drive up next to Eddie and stop. “If you were coming here anyway, why'd you yell for me?”

“Because you should’ve already been in the car.” You lean over the middle console and Lucas to stick your head out the window. “Hey Eddie, you coming over to work on the project still?”

“Yeah, do you want me to follow you?” He leans down so your heads are closer together.

“No you can just head straight there since I gotta drop Dustin off first. You remember which house it is right? I know you’ve given Mike rides home after club meetings before.”

“Yeah, I remember where it is. So I’ll meet you there?”

“Yep.”

“You guys done throwing goo goo eyes at each other over me?” Lucas complains and you give him a side eye.

“Shut up Lukey Poo-” You’re cut off as Lucas throws a hand over your mouth wide eyed and pulls you back in the car.

“Okay bye Eddie she’ll see you in like not even twenty minutes! Y/n go, drive, Erica’s gonna be all crabby if we’re late again.”

“We’ll just blame it on Dustin again. See you soon Eddie!” Eddie laughs as you peel out of the parking lot turning into the middle schools. He’s pretty sure he was about to find out your nickname for Lucas if the kid hadn't pulled you back into the car. His mission is to find out your nicknames for each of the freshmen at some point.

“See you tomorrow Dustbunny!” You yell getting the middle finger in response from where he is on his doorstep. You laugh as you watch him get inside before pulling away and heading home. As you drive up your street you spot Eddie getting out of his van and Lucas groans.

“Y/n please do not yell that goddamn nickname as I walk away. Not with Eddie right there.”

“No Y/n do it.”

“Erica shut up, you’re just lucky for not having one yet.” You laugh at the Sinclairs pulling into the spot in front of the house sitting between your house and their own. You weren’t planning to use it before but now you think you will just because he complained about it. You let the kids get out first, giving Lucas time to walk away and feel safe before getting out yourself.

“Hey Eddie.” You step out of your car and give him a wave. “Hold on just one minute. Bye Erica, bye Lukey Pookey, see you both tomorrow!” Eddie laughs as the younger kids groan is loud enough that it reaches his ears.

“Lukey Pookey?”

“I normally just use the first part but when he annoys me or I can tell he’s really upset I use the full nickname. Now c’mon you get to meet the parents on our way up to my room.” Eddie’s head swims with thoughts of being a disappointment to your parents and immediately not getting an approval from them. Meanwhile you’re getting ready for whatever it is your father might say to you in front of your new friend. He’s sitting in his normal chair when you enter and you give him a wave and a smile. Your mom isn’t anywhere to be seen but you’re sure she’s in the kitchen making dinner. “Hey dad, this is Eddie, we’re gonna go work on our science project.”

“Nice to see you actually put in the effort. Maybe you’ll actually graduate this year instead of failing again.” Your heart drops at the same time that your eye twitches and your smile falls for the fraction of a millisecond, both things that Eddie catches. He doesn’t even look up from his paper to greet Eddie as he speaks.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” You grab Eddie's wrist and quickly make your escape from the living room and into the kitchen where your mom is getting ready to make dinner it seems. “Mom this is Eddie, we’re gonna be upstairs working on a science project if you need us.”

“Is he staying for dinner?” You look at Eddie expecting him to answer the question while your mom straightens up.

“Uh, no that’s fine Mrs. Wheeler, I don't want to be a bother.”

“You wouldn’t be a bother. I normally make more food than I should in case one of Mike's friends stops by out of the blue. Not that I would need to worry about not having enough, Y/n barely ever eats with us anymore so her portion goes uneaten.” You stop the eye roll that wants to happen at how she’s trying to guilt trip you again. It’s not your fault you have to work all the time in order to pay off your car when they just straight up bought Nancy one. And you wouldn’t need to save up to get a place of your own if your dad wasn’t awful to you.

“Eddie would love to stay for dinner mom. We should really start working on our project now though.” You pull Eddie away and up the stairs pausing in your journey only to wave to Mike who’s jaw drops at seeing Eddie trail behind you.

“So, they seem interesting.” Eddie says about your parents once your door is shut and you’ve collapsed face first onto your bed. You wish you could scream into your pillow right about now.

“Yeah, interesting is definitely a word for them.” You roll onto your back and Eddie sits next to you.

“What did your dad mean about failing again? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

“I’m two years older than Nancy. The first time I got held back and failed was in the eighth grade because I had a hard time getting myself to get out of bed most mornings so I just didn’t go to school. My mom helped me get through a lot that year actually. And then I failed sophomore year because I kept skipping in order to go to work to get my car. My dad refuses to let me live either of those times down, always bringing up how pretty perfect Nancy never had to get held back.”

“Well failing isn’t that bad, I mean look at me I’m going on try number three on senior year. Schools tough, especially when you’ve got other things distracting you from it. Besides, you're not gonna fail this year because everytime I see you, you're busy working on something for classes since all your free time is at the shop. So you’ll be off to college and out of here in no time.” You smile at his words and sit up to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks Eddie, I’ll make sure you graduate this year too.”

Dinner has an awkward vibe around it that night. Eddie sits next to you, the both of you across from Mike and Nancy, the two of them not seeming to know how to act with your guest around. Nancy keeps side eyeing him while Mike just stares into Eddie’s soul. Your parents both sit at the heads of the table silently eating until your dad clears his throat.

“You wouldn’t happen to be that Munson kid would you?” His words cause you to choke on your food and Eddie sends you a worried glance before looking at your dad.

“Yes sir, that's me.”

“Didn’t you flunk out of high school?”

“No sir, I just failed senior year twice because I was too focused on my club. I’m graduating this year though my friends are helping me stay on track.”

“Y/n are you sure this is the type of person you want to surround yourself with?” You nearly spit out your drink.

“Dad!”

“I’ve heard some rumors about this kid and colleges aren’t going to want to accept you if you’re friends with freaks.’

“Ted!” Your mom exclaims while your siblings look at him wide eyes and mouths gaping. They haven’t seen the two of you in a fight in a while but Mike knows that this is definitely going to start one either between the two of you or with him and his dad.

“Eddie’s not a freak! I can’t believe you would call him that when Mikes into the same stuff that gets him called one. Eddie’s nothing but a sweetheart, you should see how he stands up for Mike and his friends and how at home they are with him. And who cares what colleges think of my friends, I don’t even think I’m going!” Your mom gasps along with Nancy. Mike is busy moving his eyes between you and your dad and Eddie places a calming hand on your knee.

“Mrs. Wheeler, this meal is just delightful. I think it might be the best food I’ve had in a while.” Eddie says smiling towards your mom to try to break the tension a little bit. It’s not a lie either, with Wayne going to the plant early lately he’s mainly just been eating scraps.

“Oh! Thank you Eddie, feel free to come by for dinner whenever you like.”

“Sure thing!” With that everyone goes back to eating and Eddie leans over to whisper in your ear. “Next time, let’s do this at my place.”

“Yeah definitely.” You whisper back to him before focusing on your food hoping if you eat quickly enough you can escape with Eddie without another comment from your father.

You walk Eddie to the door and wait until he gets into his van later wanting to kill time before having to go in and deal with the consequences of your words earlier. Hopefully you can avoid him altogether and go straight to your room but you can feel the storm brewing from outside. You just know he’s waiting inside getting ready for a screaming match. Something the two of you haven’t had since your second year as a sophomore and you started picking up every shift you could so as to avoid him as much as possible.

“Y/n.” His stern yelling but not a yell voice reaches your ears as you start to walk past the living room making you wince before backtracking.

“What?” You cross your arms standing in the entrance refusing to look away from him to glance at Mike and Nancy on the couch. You refuse to let him think he makes you even a little bit nervous by breaking eye contact first.

“You really are stupid if you think we’re not talking about what you said at dinner.”

“I’m not stupid, I just don’t want to talk about it with you.” You grit your teeth feeling the anger boiling up inside you.

“You’re going to college Y/n. You’re not going to be a burn out working at the music shop and living at home the rest of your life.”

“I won’t be. As soon as I graduate I’m gonna find my own place to live and you won’t have to worry about me anymore.” Mike’s eyes go wide at hearing this information, he didn’t know you were planning on moving out. Were you going to stay in town, or were you going to get the hell out of dodge? Was this year his last year to have a relationship with you before he only sees you on major holidays? Is he going to lose his big sister because his dad is that big of an asshole? He starts to get anxious at the thought and gets stuck in his head for a bit tuning out the fight in front of him.

“And I don’t want you hanging around that Munson kid anymore, he’s a bad influence on you. He’s probably the reason you think you don’t have to go to college.” You force out a fake laugh at his words and Mike’s attention goes back to the two of you.

“That’s rich, you never cared about who my friends were before so don’t try to care now. Why don’t you just open up and tell me exactly what you want to say about him.”

“No daughter of mine is going to be hanging around a known satanist!” You actually laugh at his words this time feigning wiping tears from your eyes.

“That’s funny, really it is. Because even if that were true, which it’s not, that means a satanist takes better care of your son than you do. And you should be embarrassed about that regardless of what religion Eddie may be. You’re supposed to be the protector aren’t you? So why is Eddie the one batting away the bullies and building up his self esteem and doing your job for you?”

“Get out! And don’t come back until you have a head back on your shoulders.” He points to the door and you put your hands up in surrender.

“What?” Nancy and Mike both look at each other in shock.

“Fine, I guess I won’t be coming back.” You turn on your heel and run to your room in order to pack up some clothes and buy you some time to figure out where you’re going to go. Worst case scenario you could see if Steve would let you crash at his place for a few nights. Sure the two of you aren’t the best of friends but you’re close enough after everything you’ve been through together to know that he probably wouldn’t say no. By the time you’re heading for the door you’ve decided on trying Eddie’s first, knowing where he lives because of seeing him here and there when you’ve gone to Max’s to pick her up.

“Hey, Y/n?” Mike stops you before you can leave.

“What’s up Mikey Mouse?”

“Do you think you could drive me to school tomorrow?” Your heart swells at him wanting to spend time with you.

“Of course I can bud.” You ruffle his hair. “Can you tell mom I love her when she gets home? I was hoping she’d be home before I left so I could say bye.” She had taken Holly out for ice cream after dinner and hasn’t gotten back yet.

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

“I’ll be back when he stops being an ass. So probably in a couple days after mom reems him out and makes him apologize.”

“Where are you going to go?” He follows you out the door towards your car and you can’t help but smile at his worry.

“Don’t worry about me kid, I'll figure it out. I’ll see you tomorrow morning okay? We’re driving the Sinclairs and Dustin too.” You get in the car and start it before thinking about it and winding down your window to stick your head out to look at your brother. “I love you Mikey Mouse.”

“I love you too Y/n/n.” You beam at him and drive off towards your destination.

“Y/n?” The sound of Max’s voice calling out to you causes you to spin around to face her trailer instead of Eddie’s. She’s crouched outside feeding her dog and straightens up as she realizes it really is you waving and walking towards her. She meets you halfway letting you give her a hug, something she hasn’t really been letting anyone do. “What are you doing here?”

“Pops kicked me out so I’m gonna see if I can crash at Eddie’s.”

“Do you wanna just crash here? My mom won’t mind, I think she’d even be excited that I had someone over.” You can hear the worry in her voice at the thought of you being kicked out.

“Nah, I’m good, Eddie and I gotta work more on this science project anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah don’t worry Max and Cheese, if I can’t stay or I get uncomfortable at all I’ll come running right back over.”

“You better.” You nod at her letting go of her shoulders and heading back over to Eddie’s.

“Hey!” You yell out as she turns to head towards her door. “You want a ride to school tomorrow? I’m getting the others too. It can be like old times when I’d drive the clown car full of all of you down to the arcade.”

“Is there gonna be room in your car for that?”

“Even if there isn't, we'll make it work, we always have in the past.” There’s something on your face making her want to finally say yes to the question you’ve been asking her all year.

“Well then yeah sure. I’ll take a ride.”

“Great, see you tomorrow!” You’re smiling despite everything when you knock on Eddie’s door. Even if Max just has her headphones on and ignores everyone the whole way to school it’s still a win in your book.

“Y/n?” Eddie’s voice is full of shock as he opens the door to find you standing there with a duffel bag thrown over your shoulder.

“Hey Eds, can I come in?” He holds open the door and steps to the side before smirking in your direction. Upon seeing him in his pajamas you worry that you may have caught him right as he was going to bed but then he probably wouldn’t have let you in so quickly.

“Eds? Is that the nickname you came up with? I thought you’d be more creative than that.”

“Oh don’t worry, you just have a couple of them.”

“So…”

“So?”

“What are you doing here Sweetheart? How did you even know where I lived?”

“Um well, funny story actually,” you offer up a sad chuckle, “my dad kinda kicked me out tonight. We really got into it after you left. I saw you over here when I helped Max and her mom move into the trailer across the street.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He steps closer to you wanting to scratch the itch he has to pull you into his chest.

“Not really, I basically told him he should be embarrassed that you’re doing a better job raising Mike than he ever did and that seemed to be the thing that crossed the line. So that’s that. Do you think I could crash here for a night or two until my mom eventually figures out where I am and convinces me to come home?”

“Yeah of course. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”

“What? Eddie no I couldn’t take your bed. I’m the one intruding, I'll sleep on the couch.”

“Nope, can’t let you do that besides Wayne might get weird if he sees a pretty girl asleep on the couch when he gets home in the morning.” He gently grabs your wrist and pulls you through the little space there is to his room. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, can’t say I was expecting company.” He’s quick to kick the magazines laying on the floor under his bed while ducking down to grab the dirty clothes strewn across the floor to throw them in his hamper. He’s blushing up a storm as your eyes drag across the poster covered walls.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve seen messier. I mean I live with Mike. Is this a lion costume?” Your eyes snag on his open closet and you reach out to touch it. And here Eddie thought he couldn’t get any redder.

“Yeah, I was the cowardly lion in the school's production of The Wizard of Oz a year or two back.”

“Oh yeah, I remember going to see that. Corroded Coffin’s your band right?” Eddie watches as you step up to look at the ripped poster he and the guys had made before one of their first shows.

“Yeah it’s just me and the older guys from Hellfire.”

“Are you the reason Mike’s been eyeing up the guitar in the music shop lately? I think I’m gonna get it for him as a really early Christmas present when I get paid next.”

“He’s asked me a few times about playing and I told him I would teach him how to. He doesn’t even need to have his own guitar; he could use one of mine while he learns.” Speaking of guitars Eddie grabs the one he left on the bed before going to get the door and leans it in the corner of the room. “So the bathroom is right out there, hopefully you brought your own toothbrush because we don’t have extras just laying around.” Eddie walks to the door and points to the small room hoping it wouldn’t make you claustrophobic or anything. “Feel free to use the shower if you need to.”

“Thanks again Eddie.” You stop to place a kiss on his cheek for the second time tonight on your way out. He stands there frozen for a hot minute before rushing around his room and cleaning up some more making sure he gets all the junk, like his notebooks and his copy of Lord of The Rings that he’s rereading again, that he normally just leaves on the side of the bed is put away.

You glance at the shower wondering if you should but decide against it since you did last night and you didn’t even think to bring shampoo or conditioner or anything. You had barely remembered your toothbrush and toothpaste. So you just brush your teeth and get dressed before sitting on the edge of the tub with your head in your hands. Sure you’ve been kicked out before, it’s how you know your mom will come looking for you, but something about this fight feels like your relationship with your father will forever be changed. You sigh and stand up ready to just pass out and leave the day behind you. You walk back into Eddie’s room to find him organizing his desk like a mad man. The room is a lot cleaner than it was when you first walked in.

“Did you do all this cleaning just for little old me?”

“Can’t have a princess sleeping in a pigsty.” He straightens up and smiles at you while you drop your bag onto the floor and sit on the bed. “I’ll leave you to it, come get me if you need anything.”

“Why don’t we just share the bed? It’s big enough and I promise I don’t snore.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure it’s your bed anyway and I’m not gonna lie your couch doesn’t look too comfortable.”

“Okay fine, stop begging me to sleep with you, I’ll do it.” You laugh at his over exaggerating and he smiles in accomplishment at getting the dark cloud you came back into the room with to disappear. He turns off the lights before getting into the bed next to you making sure to leave you space instead of taking all of it up like he normally does. You take him by surprise though when you shimmy your way next to him.

“Sorry, I’m a cuddler. I can go back to where I was if you want.”

“No, you’re fine. I can be a cuddler.” With that he stretches his arm out so you can rest your head on his chest.

“Thank you for everything Angel Eyes.”

“Angel Eyes?”

“It’s your nickname, since your eyes are so pretty and you like Abba too.” Eddie never felt so grateful over the darkness as he is in this moment. He can feel how red his face is at your comment about his eyes and he’s nervous you can still tell and he’s glowing like a light bulb. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Pretty unoriginal to just steal the title of a song isn’t it. You should just come up with a new one.”

“Don’t worry Eddie Bear I still have a few different ones up my sleeve. Goodnight.” You place a kiss on his chest before nestling your head into it and closing your eyes.

“Goodnight Y/n.” Eddie beams up at the ceiling and wraps his arm a little bit tighter around you.

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creamhoodie · 4 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 Period Play 𓆩♡𓆪

A/N: A Christmas Eve gift also helped me get through my period this week. synopsis: Gojo stimulates you while you are on your period (afab reader, reader uses a tampon, set during Gojo's jujutsu high days, all characters are young adults)

“Why didn’t you go on today’s mission?” Satoru Gojo said, opening the door to your dorm room and poking his head in.

“I’m sick,” you said motioning to the state you were in: lying in bed with a heating pad on your stomach and a box of chocolates next to you. The background noise of a chick flick you were watching filled the brief silence.

“Bummer. I missed you out there today,” he said, now fully coming into your room and closing the door behind him. He plopped himself down on the edge of your bed and looked closer at you. “Wait when you say sick you mean-“

“I’m having menstrual symptoms, yes Gojo,” you told him, a little annoyed at his presence. While you did admire him for being the strongest, you found he could be arrogant sometimes and he was always teasing you.

His crystal eyes seemed perplexed, almost stumped.

“Oh well, are you feeling okay?” He asked unsure, it was the first time he sounded unsure of himself.

You failed to hold back a laugh.

“So all it takes to stump the great Satoru Gojo is some period symptoms that’s very funny,” you giggled.

He narrowed his eyes.

“No. I know about this stuff plenty of the women in my clan went through it. I just didn’t wanna seem insensitive is all,” he said genuinely.

“Oh okay. Well I appreciate that,” you said, accepting his words then adding, “Gojo those are mine!” when he popped a chocolate into his mouth.

“Can I stay here with you for a bit and hangout?” He asked, licking his longer fingers for any residue of the chocolate.

Now it was your turn to narrow your eyes.

“Why would you wanna do that?” You asked.

“I told you, I missed you out on the mission today,” he replied.

“Did you? I thought I always slowed you down,” you said.

It was true that he was infinitely stronger than you and even without his abilities his body never seemed to tire as he was in perfect shape despite his raging sweet tooth.

“Sometimes you do, but you’re good company and I like saving you,” he said with a hint of pink in his cheeks.

His words made your heart beat pick up speed and his stunning crystal eyes becoming puppy like wasn’t helping.

“Okay you can stay and ‘hang out’ or whatever you called it,” you conceded.

“Sweet,” he cheered, kicking off his shoes and rummaging around until he was sitting beside you under the sheets. “What?” he asked innocently as you watched him make himself comfortable.

“Nothing. Now give me my chocolates we can share but I’m holding them otherwise you won’t.”

——

You had ended up restarting the chick flick for Gojo to watch it from the beginning. He teased the cheesiness of it at first.

“You seriously like this type of thing?” He asked, brows raised.

“I do. I like romance and sweet gestures,” you replied a little defensively. It was a guilty pleasure especially because the romance in your life had been lacking lately.

“Okay hold your fire I was just asking. No need to get all defensive on me, doll,” he said snickering.

You ignored him but took the last chocolate as payback for his teasing your heart relishing the way his voice turned boyish as he exclaimed “hey!”

As the movie progressed Gojo seemed more invested, no longer making witty remarks. He had also allowed for his knee to rest against yours under the sheets, the slight contact making you blush. You dared not look up at him however, not wanting to be caught. It was unfair that he got to sneak all the glances he could at you (and unbeknownst to you there were plenty!) but it would be so obvious if you looked up at him.

After a while you dozed off.

You only came to when you felt Gojo shifting under you.

“Gojo?” you asked, groggily as your mind registered your position.

You had ended up laying on his chest and on top of him in your sleep as he sat there in a relaxed fashion like your own personal recliner.

“Good morning, doll. You missed the ending but I gotta say it wasn’t as bad as I thought,” he teased.

From where you were laying you could smell his natural scent as well as his musky earthy cologne, the smell of him was enticing to your pheromones. “Like how I smell?” he was clearly amused and you looked up at him now, he was watching you intently.

“Gojo stop being weird, I just woke up. Sorry for falling asleep on you,” you said, straightening yourself up so you were sitting next to him again rather than laying on him.

“Your face is red,” he teased.

“Because it was hot under the blankets,” you deflected.

His grin said he knew otherwise.

“You’re cute when you’re sleeping,” he said.

Again, your heart began to pick up speed and to your horror you felt a second heartbeat in a much more intimate area.

“Okay, well since the movie is over you can go now. Thanks for keeping me company. See you on the next mission,” you said, trying to force nonchalance when you felt anything but.

Gojo laughed and leaned closer to you.

“See you on the next mission? Why are you talking to me like we’re just colleagues?”

He came ever closer still, bridging the gap between the two of you so you could smell his minty breath.

“Isn’t that what we are?” you asked, blinking slightly. Time seemed to stop with him and suddenly you were hyper aware of everything from his long white eyelashes to his lush pink lips and of course his signature crystal eyes.

“Ouch, I would have at least called us friends, but you wanna know something?” his voice was like molasses as if he wanted you to take in every word.

“What?” you asked.

“I don’t just wanna be your friend,” he confessed. His lips were on yours and you exhaled a breathy moan you didn’t know you had been holding in. “Fuck, do that sound again,” he whispered between kisses.

You did, it was easy with the way he was making you feel breathless as his tongue and lips completely intermingled with yours.

Your hands went instinctively to his undercut, always having wanted to touch it, you did now, fingers grazing the blunt hair texture causing him to moan into your mouth.

Hormones raging you struggled to wrap your legs around his waist, but luckily he knew what you wanted.

Effortlessly, he positioned you two so he was in front of you in a sort of missionary fashion, your legs draped around his shoulders, he bent forward to give you tongue filled kisses.

“I’ve wanted this so bad, you have no idea,” he whispered to you.

“Me too,” you came clean at last. You made out with him some more and you felt his erection through his pants against your sex causing you to come back to reality. “Gojo, I'm on my period, remember?”

He blinked as if remembering but he was as witty as ever.

“So? A little blood doesn’t scare me. Does it scare you?” he teased.

Your face flushed with heat. Of course it didn’t scare you but the prospect of him seeing you in that manner did.

“Gojo!” you whined in disapproval.

“I’m kidding, god you’re so fucking cute when you’re riled up. There’s plenty of other ways for us to have fun,” he said.

As if to demonstrate, he resumed kissing you, his hands inching up your shirt hesitantly, you nodded to give him approval and he continued. You sighed in bliss as you felt his large hands cup your breasts as he continued to kiss you. His thumbs massaged the nipples that were hypersensitive from it being your time of the month.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” he said softly to you as your lips broke apart.

You could only nod, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He continued to massage your nipples and as he did he grinded his clothed erection against your clothed sex stimulating you as much as he could.

“Gojo.. so good,” you moaned.

“Call me Satoru,” he said, his voice shaky, almost vulnerable.

“Satoru..” you moaned, indulging his request and you didn’t miss how his eyes softened at you doing so.

“Fuck, can I take your shirt off?” he asked his voice heated and eyes still soft, a thrilling combination that was making your stomach leap with butterflies at what it could mean.

“Yeah,” you said, granting him permission, it was getting too hot anyways.

He eagerly popped open the buttons of your top and you didn’t miss how one went flying in the air.

“Sorry. I’ll fix it or get you another. Just so excited,” he said breathlessly.

“It’s fine Go- Satoru,” you assured him, unhooking your legs from his shoulders and opting to sit up to help him shrug the sleeves off until the whole thing was discarded and forgotten on the bed.

You hadn’t been wearing a bra so your full breasts were exposed. Gojo had always taken peeks at your breasts and down the cleavage of your shirt when you weren’t looking. It was all too easy for him given the height difference. Now faced with your exposed breasts he couldn’t look away, feeling like an adolescent again seeing a pair for the first time.

“Fuck,” he whispered, again cupping them with his hands. You trembled, loving both his reaction and touch. “your tits are fucking perfect.”

He bent forward and to your amazement he began sucking on your nipple while his other hand worked the other nipple, massaging it with his fingers again.

It was all too much and somehow much more sensual than you would have ever expected foreplay to be.

He looked up at you from where he was sucking your tit, blue eyes not leaving your face. His lips felt so good, the stimulation against the sensitive skin so pleasurable, you couldn’t help but grab his head to hold him in place.

He was bringing out sides of yourself you didn’t know existed, a new sexual confidence you hadn’t had before. Between him and your hormones, the racing of your pulse in your veins and clit you just wanted more of him.

This newfound confidence caused you to move his head between you both your tits now, pressing your arms against yourself closer so your tits were fully enveloping his face.

“Yeah that’s it, suffocate me with your tits baby,” he groaned, his words muffled but decipherable against your skin.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your lips quivering completely on the brink of losing it now at the new endearment he had called you.

You mentally cursed your cycle for cock blocking, you wanted him, no you needed him desperately.

“You wanna be fucked so bad, I can tell,” he teased and you figured not even a face full of tits could silence his playful personality.

“Shut up,” you replied but loosened your grip so he could come up for air, now his face was flushed and snowy hair was a full on mess, plastering down on his forehead with sweat.

“It doesn’t take six eyes to tell you wanna be fucked, even a blind man could tell,” he said.

“So what are you getting at? You seem in a similar state yourself,” you asked.

“Well my offer still stands. I wouldn’t be the strongest if a little blood scared me,” his eyes glowed mischievously.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you contemplated it. You were wearing a tampon after all, maybe he could stimulate your clit a little and help you orgasm?

“Mmm, okay Satoru but we can’t do much else besides clitorial stimulation because you know,” you said.

He perked up.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll do only what you want,” he said.

He got off the bed positioning himself on his knees in front of you, pulling your legs closer to him so you were within perfect reach. His long fingers reached for the ties of your sweatpants and you suddenly felt shy. You began to overthink: this was your first time hooking up with him, what is too much too soon? What if he didn’t like it? Even worse, what if you smelt even though you had been keeping up with your hygiene more than usual because of your period?

He sensed your hesitation, pausing.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked softly, voice serious for once.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you replied, ever the people pleaser.

He knew better.

“If you’re uncomfortable we don’t have to do anything. I just wanna make you feel good that’s all,” he said genuinely.

You searched your feelings. You wanted him, you always had, and now you had your chance to be with him. What was stopping you? Just fear, fear that he wouldn’t like it or he’d judge you.

“I want to, Satoru I’m just..” your words drifted off. Luckily, he knew, he always seemed to know.

“Scared? That’s okay. I’m right here with you. I’ll take care of you,” he said.

His sentence.. it was the very same sentence he had told you on your first ever mission when you were paired up with him. You had been so scared then and he had said these exact words to you, and it was then that you had begun to fall for him. It was something so little but it meant so much and as the memory played in your head it gave you the assurance you needed.

“You can go ahead now,” you said nodding to him.

“Yeah? Alright, let me know if you wanna stop at any time. You’re in charge,” he said, visibly excited.

With that, he undid the tie of your sweatpants and you helped him slide off your body along with your underwear, he placed your garments carefully on the floor.

Your bare sex exposed to him now, you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you thought you would have. Maybe it was because of his reassurance and the way he treated your clothes with such care that showed you he’d be non judgmental.

“Wow, you’re incredible,” he praised as you laid completely nude to him.

He used two fingers to feel up your wet folds making you shiver and your breathing hitched when he found your clit. He started rubbing your clit with his two fingers in a circular manner. He loved the way you let out a little ‘oh’ your face taking on an expression of absolute ecstasy.“That’s a good girl, your moans are so fucking sexy,” he said.

He was enjoying himself as well, making you feel good turned him on but then again everything you did sexually or not had always had an affect on him. You had said clitorial play only, and he was fine with that, after all he was a master of worshiping the clit.

Lucky for you, his fingers weren’t the only ones that were well versed in this art form. He inched forward, slicking his tongue across your precious pearl.

“Oh- Satoru- fuck yes!. mm,” you sounded unhinged, extremely in heat and all because of him.

It was everything he had wanted since he had seen you for the first time and as he continued to lap and simultaneously rub at your clit he enjoyed the view of your naked tits rising and falling with each breathy moan.

“Keep going, fuck, please keep going,” you begged taking full advantage of his earlier statement of you being in charge.

He had no intention of stopping and he had taken to licking the rest of your sex, tonguing your fleshy labia lips as well. He felt that he could spend infinity here between your thighs eating you out, and god did you smell good. He wasn’t the type of man that entertained foolish unrealistic fantasies of women smelling like roses down there and he was experienced enough to know what a pussy smelt like and yours with its heated metallic scent and taste was sending him over the edge.

“So good,” he lapped at your arousal, “so fucking good.”

Hearing how turned on he sounded made you pulsate more and you couldn’t help yourself, like you did before you reached down and took hold of his head pressing his face against your pussy.

It was criminal how insanely good he was at this, criminal how he had withheld this ability of that smart mouth of his from you. God, how many times have you two had spare time from finishing a mission early? Countless and to think you could have spent that spare time with him like this.

Your moans began to sound wet and guttural as tears rolled down your face from the immense gratification he was making you feel. As you felt yourself getting closer to climaxing, your grip loosened on his head as you fell back against the bed, hands falling back as well and gripping the sheets.

He glanced up at you, his face slick with both sweat and your arousal as he continued to pleasure you. The way your hair was matting to your forehead and was disheveled brought him glee since it reminded him of when he’d ruffle the top of your hair to tease you.

“Satoru, I’m so close,” you whispered.

“I know, I know,” he cooed gently as he paused, opting to only stimulate your clit with his fingers now. The raging erection that had been present during this whole ordeal pained him now and he wanted nothing more than to sink into the deep warmth of your pussy, but he understood that wasn’t possible right now. He’d later jerk off to the thought of you (not for the first time) to relieve himself, right now he wanted the focus to be on pleasing you. He found your most delicate spot and set a rhythmic pace.

“Yes, Satoru right there just like that!” you exclaimed enthusiastically knowing that if he kept his motions in this tempo you’d soon orgasm. He followed your command, eager to watch you hit your peak and he decided to aid you in that regard by talking dirty.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that? Always have thought so from the moment I saw you.”

His words earned him a yelp from you and caused your knees to buckle, that made him smile… so you love when I talk dirty to you, doll, he thought to himself.

“You know how many times I thought about taking you as my own while we were out there all alone together on missions?”

He kept the same tempo you had instructed and he put his free hand on your waist, fingers kneading down the thick flesh of the side of your ass.

“Better yet, you know how many times I stroked out to you when we’d go our separate ways for the night staying at whatever dingy hotel we could find?”

By this point his words, his confirmation that his attraction to you ran as deep as yours for him was making your toes curl.

You were so fucking incredibly close as if standing at the edge of a cliff, body full of adrenaline.

“Truth is I may be the strongest but you’re the only thing that can render me completely weak, doll,” he whispered.

And off the cliff you fell into a cloud of pure bliss as your body released its orgasm. It felt so good, better than anything you had experienced. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, closing on their own accord.

It was a fulfilling end to this symphony of pleasure he had brought you.

“Satoru… that was amazing,” your words slurred and were almost buzzed as if you were drunk.

To think this was the pleasure he had brought you only with his tongue and fingers. You were willing to bet that the pleasure he could bring you was limitless but for now you focused on catching your breath feeling as free as a cosmic star.

—-

“Can I stay with you? I’m not the type to hit and run,” he said after you finished redressing yourself. He had cleaned you (and his face) up before gently handing you your clothes and straightening himself up to his full height.

“Yes I suppose you can,” you said awkwardly not knowing how to go forward in this new dynamic with him.

He seemed to pick up on that.

“Things don’t have to be weird between us, you know they can keep being how they’ve been,” he said.

“And what does that mean?” you asked looking up at him from where you sat at the edge of your bed.

“It means I can still do this,” he said ruffling your hair, causing you to protest. He leaned forward, hands resting on the sides of the bed as he eye level with you “and I can do this,” he added, kissing you softly.

You moaned against his lips, enjoying the way his lips felt against yours. When your lips broke apart he said:

“Now should we cuddle for a while? You can enjoy my scent freely without having to pretend you don't,” he offered.

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allywthsr · 6 months

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EPILOGUE | (l.norris)

summary: epilogue of Lan on Raya! What happened the last three years and another big question.

wordcount: 2.1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: miscarriage, getting a dog

notes: someone requested this and I thought why not? Give me ideas in my inbox for specific things and maybe it won’t be the last time you hear from these two🫶🏼 it’s short, I’m sorry but I didn’t want to make it too big. comment your thoughts!

part one part two part three

It’s been three years since you met Lando, let’s see what happened.

In the beginning, it was hard for you two to see each other often, with Lando living in Monaco and you in London, you couldn’t just pop over, and with his job as well, Lando travels a lot, and with your job, you had to stay put in one place. So whenever he was in England for the MTC, he came over for a few days to spend with you and whenever you had free time, you would fly over to him or come with him for a race. The whole time you kept in touch via FaceTime or texting, there were weeks when you would see his family more often than you saw him.

Because of the vacation, you created a bond with his family, especially his sisters, and loved catching up with them, they would visit you in London a lot, Lando was always jealous, but you had to remind him, that it was his own decision to move to Monaco.

After a year of a long-distance relationship you decided to move together, temporarily.

Lando moved most of his stuff in your apartment, to see whether you could endure each other or not.

But you did. You could remember one specific evening where it was still fresh with the moving together and Max and Pietra came over. At some point, all of you were hammered and Max decided it was time for Mario Kart. While he and his girlfriend were playing against each other, you were screaming all sorts of advice to Pietra, while Lando hugged you tight to keep you from it. The whole day he had been touchy, squeezing your side and hiding his head behind your back, because he couldn’t stand to see Max driving into the wall for the fifth time. You wished someone had documented this moment, because of how sweet he had been, he was truly like one of these Pinterest boyfriends.

But it all worked out, and the temporary move in became a full move-in.

You two moved into a bigger apartment just half a year later, wanting more space.

That’s also where some negative events happened, just one and a half years into the relationship you got pregnant, it’s not like you planned it, it more or less, just happened.

You had a really bad cold and the doctor gave you medication which apparently messed with your birth control, so when your period didn’t come and you began to puke every morning, you got suspicious. You took a test when Lando was at the MTC, doing a few last tests, before the season started and when it came back positive, you almost fainted. This was not on your bingo card for the year, nor for the next year, after all, you only were in a relationship with Lando for a year and a half, not enough to become pregnant. You took two more tests and when there was no denying that a little human was growing in your stomach, you couldn’t wait for Lando to get home. You tried to call him and say you needed him back sooner but he was in the sim and important meetings where he was forced to switch off his phone.

Once he finally came through the door, you ran and hugged him tight, he had to promise you to not get mad, which he did, and when you told him, you‘ve never seen him react so slowly. At first, he couldn’t believe what you were saying, staring at you in disbelief, and when you repeated it twice he finally hugged you back. Obviously, it wasn’t planned, but he was still over the moon.

In the following weeks, Lando had been the sweetest boyfriend you could imagine, bringing you food, holding your hair and rubbing your back while you puked every morning, cuddling with you and stroking your belly every chance he got. After just one month of discovering your pregnancy, you woke up to really bad stomach cramps, Lando was lying asleep next to you when you saw that the bedsheet beneath you was completely red. You shook Lando awake and he rushed you to the hospital but there was nothing the doctors could’ve done, by the time you got there it was already too late.

The next few weeks have been rough, you barely talked, you barely touched or looked at each other. It was like living with a stranger, saying good morning and goodnight, maybe a nod when he asked you if you wanted to eat something, but other than that, you couldn’t. You felt super guilty for not being able to carry the life inside of you, Lando didn’t know about your thoughts but you had them and they weren’t pretty.

One afternoon Lando basically dragged you in his car and when you arrived, it was a therapist. The sessions had helped you, your mental health, and your relationship, after just one month it was like it never had happened. Not that you forgot about your little baby, but Lando and you talked again, you started to be intimate again, and it felt like it was back to normal. In the backyard of his parents, both of you planted a tree to remind your unborn child, you could see the tree grow like your child should have grown up, but that’s life.

Every day the burden got lighter, until you could fully let go.

The next year and a half was spent with so much love and light. Lando and you started to build a house, it’s something he always wanted to do and so you both got a lot near his parents, where the house was built. You moved in after a year and it was perfect, you were so damn grateful to have Lando by your side, without him you could never have the life you have now. You quit your job and started working at Quadrant, you were behind the scenes and did office stuff, keeping everything organized, that way you could travel with Lando to every race and not be unemployed since you were sure that the boss wouldn’t fire you. After all, you pleasured him nearly every night.

You still went on every Norris family holiday and his family loved you as much as you loved them. You were happy that you had such a good bond with them, whenever Lando was at the MTC and you were bored, you went to his parent's house, enjoying some drinks with Cisca.

All in all, you were the happiest girl in the world, you were sure. He was spoiling you whenever he wanted, buying you things where he would tell you, that he reminded him of you. That Louis Vuitton bag? It was your favorite color and he couldn’t wait to see you wearing it. Bringing you your favorite chocolate from the store, when he only wanted to get gas? He needed to because he knew that your period was due soon. But it was not all materialistic things he spoiled you with.

Kisses on your forehead? All. The. Time.

Needing a hug before every race? Yep.

Making sweet love to you? Every night.

He was addicted to your pussy, he had to be. He worshipped it, taking his time, whenever he went down on you (and it happened all the time).

The topic of kids was still on the table. He wanted to have some after he retired, but when you were pregnant, he was the happiest he‘d ever been. With that in mind, he wanted you to be pregnant soon, you tried to keep his head calm and remind him how hard it could be to become pregnant again after a miscarriage, and how scared you were after the experience. He understood that but still rooted for you to get pregnant.

”You would look so hot with a bump.“

”I can’t wait to talk to my child every day through your belly.“

”Y/N, I want to put a baby in you!“

”I need a mini Y/N and a mini Lando.“

”You‘d be the milf and I’d be the dilf.“

”Imagine them in a race suit and sitting in my car?“

”We could do a quadrant baby merch series!“

The list goes on and on. But he was right, he would be the hottest dilf in history.

Oh and the dog that you both got? Adorable! You got it shortly after you moved into your forever home, it was your favorite breed and you named the little brown dog mocha. He came with you to every race and followed you everywhere, even going to the toilet alone was becoming harder with the puppy needing you. You three went on long walks together through the forest, and when he got older Lando even took him jogging. Mocha wasn’t the happiest about running several miles but when he was with his dad, it didn’t matter. One of the funniest moments was when Lando made a custom LN4 dog bucket hat and sat Mocha in his car, the little dog didn’t know what was happening but he loved the attention he got, the people were taking pictures of him, talking to him and petting him and that was all he needed, but only when both of you were around. Mocha needed both of you, the amount of pictures Lando and you had on your phone of just Mocha and the other cuddling in the evening on the couch or some hotel bed, was insane.

But back to where you are right now, in your backyard. How did you get here? More to that in a second.

The house you both built was perfect, it was modern but homey. The high ceilings were paired with white walls and light wood-colored details, like the Kitchen that had a wood-colored work surface and the living room that had a wood-colored coffee table just like the TV wall. Lando and you loved designing it, taking your time to figure out what you really wanted. You had several guest rooms, that could be turned into kid's rooms, whenever you needed to, Lando built himself a gaming room and you both shared an office. In the basement was a billiard table and other fun things. The backyard was huge, a lot of trees were standing around the property and you loved it, just like Mocha. The little brown dog loved to run around and catch every ball you threw him.

And that was where you were standing right now, the backyard, it was already dark outside but the candles that were lit, made the place glow. You had been cooking dinner when you heard Mocha bark without stopping, in fear that he caught a squirrel again and Lando took it away from him, you made your way to the glass door, but seeing Lando standing surrounded by electric candles, wasn’t something you expected.

”Lando? What is this?“

”Come here, love.“

You stepped closer to where Lando was standing and slowly it dawned on you. While taking your hand, he started to speak.

”Y/N, I’ve known you for more than three years and I must admit, it had been the best years of my life.“

You chuckled.

”We had many ups and downs, but whatever it was, we got through it and it only made us stronger. We‘re already a family with Mocha…“

You looked at the dog that was circling you both, not knowing what was happening.

”…and I can’t wait to grow a bigger family with you. I love you so much, even with your sweatpants and my hoodie, socks that have holes in them, and messy hair. I’ve never seen a much more beautiful woman than you and I‘m so happy I went on Raya that day to get a quick fuck, who would’ve thought that I would find you, my soulmate. I love to play Mario Kart with you at two a.m., and I will braid your hair for the rest of your life, with a face mask in my face that does absolutely nothing, except steal your money. I‘m super thankful for you, for every race you join, how you’re not mad at me for putting a picture of you on the back of my helmet, directly in front of the camera, so everyone can see you while I‘m driving and that way you’re always with me, for every kiss… the list could go on and on, but you know this stuff. I need you in my life, and I will not let you go, so…“

He went down on one knee and now it was more than clear what was happening, with glossy eyes you followed Lando’s movements, as he pulled out a little box and opened it, before taking one of your hands in his‘ again, looking at you with a big smile and the same glossy eyes as you.

”Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?“

a/n: tell me your favorite dog breed in the comments

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lando x reader #lando norris x y/n #ln4 #formula 1

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luvsuperboard · 1 year

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hyunjin, do you like having a dick?

pairing: boy bsf hyunjin x f.reader

contains: crack, drama queen hyunjin, the word dick and a whole conversation about dicks (well, clearly, look at the tittle) and some other curse words, mentions of periods and menstruating. mdni.

note: hihihi, LFMAOAOA OK SO, idk where the idea came from but is so fucking random i swear 😭, i also chose hyunjin for this bc his dramatic ass is perfect for this silly scenario, hope u enjoy!

you came out of the shower, cheeks flushed from the hot water and hair smelling like your favorite fruit scented shampoo. once you had on some comfy pajamas on you walked towards your bedroom–were hyunjin was ofc.

“you took like five years” his back was resting on the bed’s headboard, he had been reading a book or something while you were showering.

“shut up” you threw him the little towel you were using to dry your hair as you just fell on top of the bed, letting a big sigh out “im so jealous of you right now” you said with your face buried in the soft pillows.

“first of all, how dare you throw your dirty towel on my beautiful face,” the disgusted face he made was crazy “and second, jealous of?”

you sat up, tugging your hair behind your ears before taking a deep breath “wait hold on before you say anything” he put the book aside and stretched, giving you that ‘let it out’ stare.

“it’s not that bad, it’s just..” you played with your hands but soon stopped when you remembered you were talking to hyunjin, the mf knows everything about you so why would you be ashamed of sharing this?

“i’m on my period, i’m cramping so fucking bad, and like do you know what is it to have to deal with cramps? imagine you are peacefully sleeping, on a friday night after eating the most scrumptious pizza ever and you feel like your life is perfect because oh man, what can go wrong? i just ate and i’m happy and i’m sleeping. WELL NO! A FUCKING CRAMP THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO SHOW UP IN MY SLEEP AND WAKE ME UP!” you slapped the mattress, okay well you maybe had to let some things out.

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I STOOD UP MY BED AFTER I WAS AWAKENED BY THAT BITCH? A BIG, oh hyunjin when i tell you it was big is because it was. A BIG ASS RED-“

“OKAY NO NEED TO GET SPECIFIC I GET IT, BREATHE” he caressed you back to comfort you.

he couldn’t help it but laugh at the way you were trying to catch your breath “come here” he patted his lap as in a way of telling you to rest your head on it, so you did. “you’re crazy” he said while playing with your now not so wet hair.

“it’s just so annoying sometimes like ugh”

“i can’t say i relate like i always do, but you’ll be fine. it’s normal, just make sure to rest and not be climbing the walls like the weird creature you are, yea?” he whispered and kept playing with you hair.

“hm, i guess”

you stayed for a while like this; completely spacing out and staring at the ceiling while your head rested on his thighs until he broke the silence “so, why were you jealous of me?”

you quickly lifted your head from his lap and sat again “oh yea, well i was ‘jealous’ because you don’t get periods? duh” his lips were in a ‘o’ shape and he nodded.

“so? that’s it?” his eyebrows furrowed as he was expecting you to say something else.

“yeaaa? wait oh my god”

“oh god please no”

“LATE NIGHT TALK!”

you both spent the night talking and giggling about the most random stuff, but you enjoyed this, everything started because of your tiny rent about being sick and tired of menstruating. but for some reason a question popped up in your mind, yall were talking about anything. so, why don’t kill the curiosity and approach the moment by asking?

“hyunjin”

“hm?”

“do you like having a dick.” you said with a straight face, you were seriously trying not to laugh, you truly wanted to know.

“HUH?!” his answer made you burst out of laughter, his ears turned bright pink. cute.

“LISTEN, GOD WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING? IT WAS JUST A QUESTION”

“WELL I DONT GET ASKED THAT EVERYDAY, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?”

“WHY ARE WE YELLING?!”

“I DONT KNOW”

“okay let’s calm down” he gulped and waited for you to speak again.

“hyunjin, do you like having a dick?” you said with a tiny smile, as soon as he heard you he started massaging his temple.

“y/n you are so fucking weird-“

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION.”

“FINE,” he looked around as if there was people in the room and as if it was some confidential information what he was about to say “it’s cool i guess”

“pft, you guess?” he just shrugged but you wanted him to say more “cmonnnn, for example; if i had a dick-“

“please don’t”

“i’d be hard all the time.“

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“IM JUST SAYING BRO, LIKE, IS THERE ANY PROS AND CONS OF HAVING A DICK?” he sighed and shook his head dramatically “no there’s not, y/n, it’s just a body part”

“there has to be”

“THERE IS NOT. LEAVE ME ALONE IM GONNA GO CRY IN A CORNER OR SOMETHING” he hid under the blankets like a little kid, but you pulled them off him and continued with your mission of killing the curiosity.

“YOU SAID ITS ‘cool i guess’. THAT MEANS IT HAS PROS RIGHT?”

“lord save me”

“I HEARD IT CAN FALL OFF? IS THAT TRUE?”

“WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCKING FUCK, NINE ONE ONE HELP”

“WHAT, NO DONT SAY THAT YOU WHORE, PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK IM KILLING YOU”

“LEAVE ME ALONE THEN”

“hold on i just thought of an amazing question”

“I WANT MY MOM”

“does it glow in the dark? JUST KIDDING”

“MOMMM”

“wait but does it?”

“MOOOOOOOM”

“SHHH, oh also do you have a name for it?”

“i swear to god- wait what did you say?”

“a name for your little mate”

“no but thanks for the idea, AND IM NOT TELLING YOU ONCE I HAVE A NAME FOR IT”

“CAN YOU MOVE IT MENTALLY?”

“IM SO DONE WITH YOU, WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? GOOGLE EXISTS”

“UGH, WHAT ABOUT WHEN IT’S COLD.. does the size chang-“

“oh my god, i’m gonna call chan”

“YOU’RE GONNA ASK HIM IF HIS LITTLE FRIEND CHANGES SIZE DEPENDING ON THE WEATHER? oh but im the weird one okay”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?” he softly flicked your forehead with his middle finger “IM GONNA CALL HIM BECAUSE IM SCARED” you saw how he was about to pull his phone out his pocket but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“LET ME GO!”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION”

“NO!” he jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, locking himself in and resting his back on the door just in case you could enter.

“COME HERE YOU ARTSY BITCH”

“HELLO? CHAN HYUNG?”

“HE’S PROBABLY SLEEPING STOP LYING”

“THAT BOY DOESN’T SLEEP, ARE YOU DUMB?”

“shit you’re right, anyway. HWANG HYUNJIN, LET. ME. IN.” this time the little trick of kicking the door didn’t work since hyunjin had put his weight on it.

“NEVER!”

“YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO LET ME IN! just answer the question..”

“I SAID NO, BRO GO ASK JISUNG OR SOMETHING”

“i already did.” oh yea when it comes to tea you know you’ll have hyunjin there, so he opened the door slowly.

“really?” you nodded and he gasped dramatically, drama queen ass.

“so? what did he say?”

“come to the bedroom and i’ll tell you every single detail”

“deal.”

you spent like an hour or so telling hyunjin about what you asked han, plus more tea yall spilled through the conversation, which was enough for you to forget about the initial goal. as soon as you remembered you tapped his shoulder.

“just go to sleep, we’ve talked enough, it’s two in the morning” he said and it’s not like you’re dumb to not know he was fake-yawning too. you rolled your eyes and covered your body with the blanket. still curious, kind of mad, and not wanting to sleep since the talking had shaken your tiredness away.

he let out a deep breath when he felt your body relax underneath the blanket, he thought you had finally fallen asleep and-

“if i had a dick for a day i’d be laughing so hard like, does it just… hang there?”

“Y/N!”

#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #hwang hyunjin #skz #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios

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dairy-farmer · 3 months

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hi! i love your fics and i always enjoy reading the asks so i thought i would send one of my own! another spin on dick grooming tim though this time he maybe doesn’t notice until he gets back with an old flame and realizes he’s been treating tim the same way he would a girlfriend

it starts with pet names. it’s a concept tim isn’t entirely familiar with. his mother and father didn’t even call him Tim, just Timothy and sometimes son when they were at parties. Dick calling Tim baby feels a little patronizing at first like maybe he’s making fun of tim for being so behind and so young but it quickly becomes clear that isn’t the case when the pet name is tacked onto the ends and beginnings of advice and… complements

“baby, hold your feet further apart next time” caked over the edge of a rooftop after grappling with a rouge

“good job, baby” accompanied by a hair ruffle when tim is the first to solve a riddle

and when tim starts responding to it, turning his head when dick calls out baby, other names start popping up

“that’s a nice color on you honey”

“sweetheart just one night patrolling with me i’m sure bruce won’t care”

“c’mon princess all i want is one hug”

when dick briefly gets back together with kori, tim has the surreal experience of turning whenever he talks to her. mistaking each of dicks endearments as calls for him. it’s humiliating at the same time that’s it’s confusing. tim had thought, he doesn’t know what he thought

when the couple parts ways at the end of the strange week dick goes back to calling tim all the sweet nicknames he had reserved for kori and then he starts touching tim in ways he hadn’t before.

helping tim out of his costume, pulling tim into his lap, running his fingers down tim’s neck and massaging his shoulders and sometimes when tim is in something loose enough, his tits

dick insists it’s normal, that he’s just got some extra love to give now that he doesn’t have anyone to cuddle at home but tim is it so sure. sometimes the touches make him feel stuff he hasn’t really felt before, like he needs to pee but not really, like he’s making a mess in his undies even though he’s not on his period

bruce doesn’t like to talk about that kind of stuff with tim so eventually he brings it up with dick, who calls him sweet names and pays attention to him and hangs out with him even when he’s calling someone else baby

dick says he’ll take a look and apparently looking also means touching to make sure nothing is wrong and it feels really good but dick says something might be wrong deeper inside him and that dick needs to put something bigger and longer in to make sure everything is okay and that feels even better, good enough that it’s hard to stay still and dick has to help him hold his arms still

he has to take a pill afterward because apparently there was something wrong with his cunny and dick needs to put a special cream inside him every now and then to make sure everything stays healthy down there but

“it’s alright baby”

because dick loves him and would do anything to make sure his baby’s pussy stays in tip top condition and doesn’t stop tim from being robin or hanging out with his big brother

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dick grooming tim is soooo good!!!!!! especially if he doesn't realize it initially!!!!!!

at first being affectionate with tim is easy and natural because tim is essentially the only bat dick can do that with. bruce is a brick wall and alfred is always trying to maintain this air of professionalism with them but tim? tim is so sweet and small and blushes so pretty when dick hugs him close and rubs their cheeks together while making loud kissing sounds on his puppy fat lined cheeks.

tim is happy to see him and eager to spend time with him and he doesn't punish dick with silences or ignoring his existence, doesn't grunt and reprimand him, he doesn't make dick feel angry and frustrated and like he just wants to grab him and shake him. tim makes him happy and feel good and he lets dick wrap him up tight and squeeze him tight and hug him close and no one ever lets dick do that just because.

no. no if dick wants affection, a hug or a kiss then he needs to be fucking them. barbara, kori, everyone. if dick just wanted a hug because he was having a bad day or to have someone to kiss and smell their nice, sweet, powdery scent there needed to be something more going on. they all did it. barbara got mad if he tried doing that and kori always pushed him away and dick just didn't understand.

but not tim. tim let him hug and kiss and hold him. he was so sweet, so innocent and untainted by all the bullshit drama that happened among adults, mentors, and old flames. dick remembered what it was like growing up with bruce. the way he'd resists affection sometimes even withold it because he knew how much dick craved it.

tim doesn't do that even when he's angry with dick. he'll just turn his head away, his sweet cheek red with anger while dick wrapped around him like an octopus and cooed apologies and asking if his sweet timmy will forgive him. a few wet kisses on his neck and tim will be giggling because he's ticklish.

dick doesn't really notice how he starts treating tim differently. he calls tim affectionate names because he just can't help it. his heart bursts with love whenever he sees tim and so the sweeties, honeys, beautiful, gorgeous, babies, sweethearts just drip out of his mouth and its not like its untrue.

tim is a pretty and gorgeous little thing. and dick loves watching him. the long curve of his neck, slender shoulders, little waist, small tits, and pretty pink little mouth. dick loves how tim leans into his affection and hands with such ease. he likes how with tim its not complicated and he doesn't need to act like he can read his mind to understand when he likes something.

when kori returns from space and something between them sparks up again dick realizes pretty quickly what had been happening.

when tim is over at dick's apartment and kori calls dick answers with a 'hey baby' or 'what's up beautiful' and tim's head will always perk up in the corner of his eye only to realize he wasn't talking to him.

and that....catches dick's attention. and he starts testing it. deliberately calling kori by more sweet endearments, even using ones he'd only used for tim so far. and tim always smiles so sweetly immediatly after dick says it before realizing it wasn't for him and then looking put out.

he and kori have only been together again for a week but he can't help his eyes that keep drifting back to tim, thinking of tim even when its just him and kori.

dick enjoys time with tim. likes how easy it is to be with him. much easier than it was with anyone else because tim was just as eager for his touch. kori doesn't want to immediatly jump into having sex again. she wants to take it slow, she wants them to get to know each other better again (how much more could they possibly need to learn about one another?). dick gets it, he does. kori wants something solid, more real. but the only reason dick was ever drawn back into relationships that kept failing was because of the promise of nice, hot sex within the first few days. and...well... he's not really willing to get dragged along for months, dating someone he already knows he'll barely ever get to see just at the possibility of MAYBE getting to have sex in a few months.

by the end of the week the interest has fizzled out and kori seems to have sensed it. they break up and dick is left with a body that has a lot of unrealised arousal because he'd been banking on that 'we're back together' fuck.

but even if he had been willing to put in the work some part of dick had still been permanently distracted by tim. his sweet baby who blushed so pretty when dick finally called him by nicknames dick often reserved for his girlfriends.

there's something...there. a pull that dick feels towards tim as he holds him, cuddling him while they watch a movie together. there's a knot in his gut but not the bad kind. it's one that makes him so aware of warm skin and soft breathing, and thumping pulses and the tight stroke of his hand while he jacked off and thought of his pretty baby timmy.

as soon as the after glow of an orgasm faded dick expected to feel horror and revulsion. tim was practically a baby. barely 13. he still played with dolls even though he pretended he didn't. dick should be disgusted. but all he feels is the aching desire in his gut for more.

tim is already used to his touch and dick knows it won't be harder to make the touches more...intimate.

tim is eager to please and bruce is so willing to dump tim on him. so tim starts spending more time at dick's apartment and dick starts spending more time at the manor to babysit tim when bruce and alfred are too busy because bruce has started taking on more out-of-state cases now that dick has 'temporarily' moved back to gotham.

dick is careful. he doesn't want to scare tim or startle him. he starts by kissing tim slightly longer and more meaningfully. he doesn't make a big show of the kisses, acting like they're supposed to be jokes. dick treats it like a genuine greeting. he even starts sprinkling in very short pecks to tim's lips. long cheek kisses that drag on make tim prefer the short lip kisses because tim is an impatient little thing.

dick starts carrying around chapstick. cherry chapstick. after a kiss he'll pull it out and tell tim his lips are a little chapped and that must mean the cold weather is coming soon. he holds tim's soft chin in one hand and delicately rubs the balm into tim's pink little lips, finishing off with another kiss, this one longer with a loud 'mwah!' at the end so tim doesn't feel uncertain about it. the kisses get slightly longer and each one ends with him telling tim 'perfect!' after finishing applying balm to his lips. dick starts doing that more often.

his hands stroke a little lower when he's cuddling tim, drifting into tender areas. dick gets tim used to the feel of his hand on his thigh. he acclimates tim to it while tim is busy and focused on things like eating, reading cases, or working on dick's motorcycle.

he keeps tim company and strokes a hand along tim's thigh, ghosting closer and closer to his inner thigh.

tim even asks why dick is around so often now because dick starts picking tim up from school and dick tells him its because now he's free to spend more time with his lovely timmy!

dick is strategic about his moves. because he has to be, he loves timmy!!! he doesn't want to freak him out and make him go running to bruce or someone!

the hardest part of it, for dick at least, is when he starts getting to see tim naked. after patrol he helps tim out of his sticky and sweaty uniform while cooing. sometimes he'll tug tim into his lap with words about massaging away that tension. but occasionally tim will want to take a shower and get to bed. dick starts joining him. offering to wash tim's back or lather up his hair with shampoo.

when tim says nothing about dick dragging a loofa along the sides of his puffy tits and between his thighs that's when dick starts getting braver. letting soapy bare hands wander, squeeze, and rub while under the guise of a massage.

tim enjoys them. dick knows he does. he feels tim get wet as he rubs at the top of his pretty pussy. as he grazes the lips. once he even soaps up his fingers and rubs between the lips while saying something about making sure his little hole and the area where he pees is clean.

but he's careful. too much too soon might blow it up in his face.

dick kisses tim's naked shoulders while helping him bathe and on the couch while stroking a gentle hand on his stomach before reaching between his legs and just...cupping it.

dick feels tim squirm, feels him take shaky breaths. tim might not understand but his body is being carefully brought to arousal.

dick knows he's succeeded when tim comes to him, quiet, nervous, and red and tells him he has a health issue that he needs help with and he feels to nervous going to bruce about it.

he tells dick about his cute little pussy and how it tingles and feels warm and...how it gets wet. but not like how it does on his period. no blood comes out but his underwear still gets all soaked and tim can hear it. he presses his thighs together and he can hear how wet it is and how it drips out of him.

dick is so turned on just listening to tim talk. he gets tim to lie back and assures him dick will check. dick gets greeted by a puffy, pulsing little cunt just begging to have something pressed inside.

dick bites the inside of his cheek to get a hold of himself.

he acts clinical. he gently spreads tim's lips open revealing tim's pink insides. his finger firmly slides in the wetness, pressing on tim's perineum, his lips, and finally his little button. dick presses against it, swirling it around and fondling it until tim is whimpering and dick can see his insides clenching around nothing.

tim is teary when he's let up and he tells dick that that's the feeling that keeps coming. that sometimes it gets so bad that..that it feels like he's going to pee!

he's sniffling and saying he doesn't want to pee his pants and he doesn't want bruce thinking he's a baby.

dick comforts him, sweetly telling him that it's okay and they'll fix it. that dick knows exactly what to do and timmy just needs some medicine but he just needs to promise to keep it secret and between them.

and tim readily agrees.

dick isn't reckless. despite being young and quite naive tim is developing. his pufffy tits and his little womb are maturing and so accidentally getting him pregnant while getting his rocks off is a very real risk.

so dick makes sure to get his ducks in a row. a hidden stash of morning after pills and a couple of tubes of spermicide do it.

dick doesn't like condoms. he never has. and tim seeing the spermicide in it's medical looking tube is enough to convince him that it's the special cream he needs.

like always, dick has tim sit in his lap. he has tim pull of his clothes and, used to being naked in front of dick, he does. carefully, dick unzips his jeans and pushes his cock out while tim's eyes focus on the gel getting getting squirted into a little applicator that dick will press into him.

"it's just like putting in a tampon, baby" dick assures him. "take a deep breath okay? if you're all tense it'll be harder."

tim shakily nods and dick feels some of the tension in tim lessen. to help him further along dick starts playing with his baby clit. tim's breath hitches and dick hums, kissing his shoulder and neck, distracting him while he presses the head of the applicator in and sinks it in as deep as it will go. eventually it won't go any further and dick knows that means the tip must have reached tim's cervix. he pushes down on the plunger and empties the gel into tim before removing the applicator and tossing it to the side.

"there we go!" dick praises tim, stroking his tummy and patting his thigh. "that wasn't so bad was it baby?"

dick gently cuddles tim, kissing him, showering him in love. he kisses tim's red cheeks while waiting the 15 minutes before he can fuck tim.

dick loves tim. he loves how tim accepts his affection and returns it. he loves how tim lets him touch him every which way.

but most of all, he loves how much blind faith tim has in him.

"you ready for the next part baby?"

dick does his best to keep the excitement out of his voice as tim nods.

dick has massaged tim before plenty of times. and he's commented on how tight tim is and how lucky he was to have dick who would take care of him.

dick presses the head of his cock in slowly, biting back his groan at the slide from how wet tim is.

tim's breath hitches at the stretch and dick just soothes him while trying to work his way in to the hilt. tim is trembling around him and dick has to keep his eyes from rolling back at the tight, clenching heat.

he keeps the pace slow, grinding more than thrusting as he 'massages' tim's little cunt. tim shivers in his arms, his fingers try drifting down to touch the 'massage stick' in him and dick grabs his wrist before he can, lightly scolding tim. he keeps tim's arms pinned to his sides as he rolls his hips and thrusts deep into tim, bouncing him on his cock and biting down on his lip to stop his moans.

when he finally cums he grips tim's hips and has him flush to his cock while closing his eyes and fucking hot spurts of cum into tim's clenching hole. tim is panting and red cheeked, shaking from his own release and making softly uncertain sounds because he doesn't know what the feeling that has gone through him is.

dick presses a soft kiss to his eyelashes to comfort him while he waits for his heart to slow down.

dick helps clean tim up like he always does and presses the pill to his sweet mouth.

dick is enjoying the pleasant swirl and afterglow of it all as he kisses tim's little mouth and says that he'll make sure that tim's pussy is taken care of before hurrying him to bed but not before reminding tim that if he felt the medicine leak out that he should just push it back in.

and tim, sweet darling that he is, promises to do just that.

#asks #answered asks #anonymous #dicktim

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theplanetofthesnapes · 1 year

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Happy Accidents

Sorry it’s been such a long time since I posted anything. Life happened and then I struggled to find the motivation but I hope you like this one.

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant after a one night stand with Snape.

Warnings: talk about pregnancy, menstruation that kinda stuff, also references to sex and minor bad language.

I woke up and it felt like a normal day. I get in the shower and get dressed for another day of work as assistant in the greenhouses at Hogwarts. Today I have a great day ahead of me…not, repotting the mandrakes is my least favourite job and I always end up with a massive headache no matter how tightly I put on my earmuffs.

I go to the breakfast hall and sit at my normal seat at the end of the staff table and look out at all the students and smile because those Weasley twins seem to have put something in Lee Jordan’s pocket and I can guarantee it’s something that Lee Jordan probably wouldn’t want in his pocket. Soon enough I can hear a small chirping sound and Lee Jordan looking rather annoyed as he pulls a handful of crickets out of his pocket and attempts to dump them on the twin’s heads.

It’s all going great until he walks in, he walks passed where I’m sitting. “Morning Severus”. I say cheerily.

“Morning” he retorts not even glancing in my direction. My heart sinks, I mean it’s not like I expected him to be in love with me or suddenly be my best friend after what happened the other week after Slughorn’s party but did he really need to act like he didn’t even know me? Maybe I’m thinking too much into it, I mean so what we had sex and now I like him but he clearly doesn’t feel the same way. It’s not like I won’t get over it right? But he could at least smile when I say hi and not just treat me like anyone else, the same way he treats his students.

I shake my head determined not to let his not so warm greeting get to me and ruin my day and start chatting with Poppy who is sat next to me.

After breakfast I go down to the greenhouse where Pomona was taking her 3rd year Herbology class, I sit at the back and start preparing the pots for the mandrakes that I am going to repot after the students leave. “Okay now I need to pop to the greenhouse next door I will be back in 15 minutes until then carry on with your venomous tentacula dethorning and any problems talk to Miss Y/L/N at the back” Pamona said as she nods at me and walks out of the classroom.

Ten minutes later a nervous looking Ravenclaw approaches me. “Miss Y/L/N?” she says timidly.

“How can I help?” I reply smiling warmly to try and ease her anxiety of whatever she’s about to say.

“I kinda need to go to the toilet, it’s um girl problems” she replies not looking at me.

Now this I can sympathise with, I write her up a pass and allow her to leave without question and as soon as the professor gets back I let her know she’s out of class and carry on my business. The interaction though got me thinking, it’s been a while since I last had my period, I count back in my head and shit I’m about a week and a half late. Shit shit shit, okay don’t panic, I mean I’ve been stressed recently and I’ve literally only had sex once with one person in the last month and I was careful. Except I’ve never been this late in my life. Oh man “don’t freak out, don’t freak out” I tell myself.

Once the break after first lesson arrives I tell Pomona that I have to slip out for a minute and briskly walk down to the hospital wing. Poppy is talking to a student so I wait a second. “Hey Y/N can I help you with something?” Poppy says after the student leaves with what looks like the cure for the Weasley’s puking pastilles, poor kid.

“Um yeah I was wondering if you maybe had anything, I don’t know how it works in the wizarding world being muggle born but um something to test for pregnancy.” I say trying to sound calm, I don’t want any rumours to be spread and Poppy is known to be a bit of a gossip so if I act panicked she’ll expect it to be some big scandal. Which if I am pregnant it probably will be, oh god no I can’t think like that.

She doesn’t even look phased “Oh yes, well I do have the wizard methods but I’ve found the muggle pregnancy tests to actually be much more effective, here you go all you have to do is…”

“Thanks Poppy, yes I know what to do and um could we maybe keep this between us, I’m barely even late yet I don’t want it to get out, it might not even be…” You trail off.

“Oh of course my darling, I take an oath as a healer I would never tell anybody. But sweetie if it’s positive please let me know if I can help you out in any way.” She replies with a warm smile.

I run to my room where thankfully I have my own private bathroom and do the test. The next three minutes are torture as I pace back and forth not daring to glance at the stick that will soon predict my future better than Professor Trelawney ever could. Finally my timer goes off and I go quickly to pick up the stick not being able to bare waiting anymore and glance down.

My heart feels like it stops. Two lines. I’m pregnant… and Severus Snape is the father.

The next two days are fuelled with anxiety and indecision. I did three more tests to make sure and they were pretty conclusive. So I made up my mind I do need to tell Severus as soon as possible so then I know what page he’s on and I can then decide what to do but every time I build up the courage to walk to his office I chicken out. Finally I see him walk down the steps to the dungeon after classes have finished for the day so I follow him. I see him in his office through the frosty glass window and I’m about to knock the door when I chicken out again. I’m about to walk away when I hear “Is someone out there?” Shit Severus noticed I was there well I guess there’s no turning back now.

“Um yeah hi, it’s me I err I was hoping maybe we could talk.” I say and my heart is racing so much it can’t be good for the baby.

“Very well come in then.” He said sounding bored with the conversation before it’s even started.

“Hi” I say as I walk in slowly.

“Hello” he replies warily.

“God okay so umm you know that thing that happened the other week after Slughorn’s party that we haven’t really spoken about or even acknowledged or anything.” I say rambling because I really don’t know how I’m going to start what I’m going to say.

“Yes I’m aware of when we had intercourse after one too many firewhiskeys” he smirks.

“Ah yes well about that” I say still stalling.

“Look I’ll save you the trouble of you telling me how much you regret it, I understand that in a sober state no woman would want to be with me and that you must be repulsed by yourself right now and I was trying to save myself by avoiding you the last month in order to maintain at least some of my dignity.” He says seemingly getting annoyed now.

I’m shocked “What? Severus, oh my god no I don’t think that, I don’t regret it at all. In fact I was honestly kind of upset you were ignoring me, it felt like you had just used me and then treated me like everyone else like what we did that night meant nothing, less than nothing in fact.” I can feel my eyes start to well up as I speak. “Don’t cry, don’t cry” I tell myself internally cause that really won’t help the situation.

“Wait, are you telling me you really don’t regret that night?” He responds hopefully.

“No I don’t Severus and even if you never want to see me again I’m happy we did it, I feel like I saw a whole new side of you that night. One that was kind and caring compared to this hard shell I’ve seen since then.” I reply softly.

“You’d want to see me again?” He looks a lot less solemn now as he replies, maybe even happy I can’t tell.

“I mean yeah but I ugh that’s before I”

He cuts me off “Oh I see you found someone else” his face falls again.

“No damnit Severus please just let me talk, I’m trying to tell you I’m pregnant.” I say almost shouting it at him. He looks shocked, the tears that were threatening to leak out before now do and roll down my cheeks. “And it’s yours just in case there is any doubt” I say in almost a whisper at this point.

Severus stands up and walks over to me, he pulls me into his arms and lets me cry. After a minute he says softly “How long have you know?” There was no hint of anger in his voice anymore “I did notice the last few days something has been off”.

I pull back to look up at him “You noticed that? I found out two days ago, I’ve been building up the courage to tell you since then” I say weakly.

He chuckles. “Yes I did notice you skulking around the dungeons a lot, and I thought it must be because you wished to talk to me but I didn’t say anything since given how I thought this conversation was going to go. I wanted to avoid it at all costs. Have you thought at all about what you want to do? It’s okay if you haven’t there’s time and it must be a shock to you. If I’m honest I don’t know how to process it myself just yet but my priority is making sure you are okay.” He says surprisingly calmly.

“I don’t think I could live with myself if I.. well if I at least didn’t try. But I don’t expect you to be part of anything you don’t want to be, I’m strong I can do this by myself if I need to.” I say determined this time as I wipe my tears. It’s the first time I’ve let myself consider this but I know in my heart raising this baby is my only option, the amount of love I feel for it already is crazy . But I don’t say this part to Severus, I don’t know where he stands on this or even if he can think about that right now after the shock of hearing this.

“I have no doubt you can raise a child by yourself, you will be an excellent mother. I see you with the students, how kind and compassionate you are. Any child you would be mother to would be lucky to have you. However if you will let me, I would love to be part of the child’s life. I never believed for a second I may have children of my own and I have to admit that it’s not something I ever envisioned for my future but the idea of raising a child and even more so raising it with you, the women that I’m in love with fills me with a hope I don’t think I’ve ever had before in my thirty eight years of life.” He says with a kind tone that I’ve only ever heard him use once before, when he was asking me permission to kiss me before we did the thing that got us into this mess.

“Wait? What? You love me? I… Severus” I stutter really not knowing what to say except actually I do know what to say. “I think I love you too, What do we do now?”

“We figure it out together, but first are you free this evening? I think we might have skipped a few steps and it might be about time we have our first date” He smiles.

I smile back and pull him into another hug, he kisses my head and I smile into his shoulder. Maybe everything is going to be okay after all.

#harry potter #imagine #hogwarts #severus snape #slytherin #period #fluff #snape fluff #snape x reader #herbology #professor sprout #poppy pomfrey #pregnancy #ravenclaw #pregnancy test #snape

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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heyyy so i was wondering if you can do eddie munson x fem! reader and she shows him how a tampon works. i think it’ll be really funny like the challenge on tiktok a while ago. thank you 😂❤️

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRxTF8yp/

i love this idea so much 😂 lol i’ve actually been seeing those all over my fyp too and i’ve been looking for an excuse to write something about it!! i don’t love the ending on this but i thought it was cute :p and when do i ever like the endings for my request fics? 😂 (also these types of requests are my absolute favorite to get, i love getting to write about random things like this 🥰)

Now You Know

Genre- Fluff (?)

Warnings- Talking about periods and tampons, but i’m pretty sure that’s all :p

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @tayhar811 @wistfulwisteriawitch @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @zoeyquinn94 (crossed out names wouldn’t let me tag)

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You giggled as Eddie sat at the kitchen table, holding the little paper wrapper in one hand and the applicator in the other.

You weren’t sure how this thought popped into his head, and it was pretty funny the first time he asked you about it, but you figured if he was curious and wanted to know then you should be the person to show him.

You had grabbed a tampon from the box you kept under the bathroom sink and filled up an old beer bottle with water from the faucet and set them on the table in front of Eddie.

He sat there staring at them for a moment, his cheeks flushed as he started to feel embarrassed about even bringing it up, though he was curious as to how things like that worked.

He knew what a period was, or at least the basics of it, and whenever he had any questions about it or about girl things in general he always asked you.

It was cute, and you loved knowing that he was interested in learning about ‘girl stuff’, even the things that some guys might consider to be gross.

“So how does it work?” Eddie asked you as he opened up the paper wrapping and removed the little plastic tube from it, “Do you just like… Do you put the whole thing up there?”

“No!” You said with a laugh, moving the bottle closer to him, “You can’t just shove the thing in there, it’s uncomfortable, you do it slowly. And you don’t put the entire thing in, it’s got those little grips on it to help you hold it.”

You placed his hand onto it in the same position you would when using one, his thumb and middle finger on the little indents and his pointer finger just at the top of the applicator.

“Ok… Now what? How do you do it?”

You sat and watched as he curiously looked at the applicator in his hand, almost like he was inspecting it,

“Put it in the bottle, not all the way in! And don’t drop it either,” You watched as he did what you said, carefully placing the tip of it into the bottle just above where the water rested, “and you use your finger to slowly push it out into the bottle. Slowly! It’s not a toy.”

He did as you said once more and as soon as he removed the applicator his jaw dropped as the cotton at the end instantly expanded as it absorbed the water, getting itself stuck in the neck of the bottle.

“That’s what it does?! Really?!” He said it with both shock and surprise being heard in his tone, just staring at the tampon stuck in the bottle.

“Yes really!” You said in between your fit of giggles, “How did you think they worked?”

“I don’t know! I thought that it like…” He silently gestured to it, still a bit awestruck, “I thought it just blocked it in you know? Like it just kept it in there until you had to take it out.”

“Oh, sweetie, no,” You put your head in your hands and couldn’t contain your giggles, Eddie giggling to himself next to you, “it absorbs it! They don’t just block it in, the blood can’t stay in there.”

“How was i supposed to know? I don’t get periods, you do!”

“Well now you know how tampons work, you put it in, it absorbs the blood, you take it out. But i can understand why you would have no idea about this stuff, i was a little surprised you asked me about it, some guys think it’s gross.”

“I mean…” He said with a laugh, “i guess to me it’s kinda gross but that’s just cause i don’t have them and you do. I don’t know how all that stuff works, but i know you’ll tell me if i ask about it, right?”

“Of course! I know you’re just curious.” You smile to him and start playfully hitting his arms and chest, making him giggle and try to playfully push you off of him, “If you want i can show you how cramps feel.”

He laughed and quickly stood up from his seat trying to playfully outrun you as you chased him through the trailer, each time you caught up to him your hands moving to his torso and trying to lightly hit his groin.

He always meant well when he asked you little questions like that, but you loved that he was comfortable enough to ask you. You loved your big dumb boyfriend and all his silly questions.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson drabble #request

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enid-rhees · 9 months

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Oop, another idea has popped into my lil' brain lmaooo-

Alrighty, so imagine Enid and reader are out on a run with Glenn, Carl, and Tara maybe? When the reader gets her period...

Enid notices before anyone else does, and you take it from there lol~

When they get home, Enid surprises her with Chocolate, a movie, and cuddles! 💖

And I think it'd be super cool if you make an alternative ending where Enid fingers the reader and/or eats her out, because after all, orgasms help with cramps 🤭🥴...

hiii !! tysm for another request 🫶🏻🫶🏻 hope you enjoy <3

warnings: reader getting her period, mentions of blood, slight smut. MINORS DNI.

A/N: this is set during that 6 year time skip but Glenn and Carl are still alive becauseeeeee i said so 🫶🏻

something felt off when you left Alexandria with Glenn, Tara, Carl and Enid. you just couldn’t put your finger on it. you brushed it off, assuming it was just worries about going on a run. you sat in the backseat with Enid and Carl while Glenn drove with Tara in the passenger seat.

as Glenn drove out of the city to find a new area to search for food and supplies, you felt a mild discomfort from in your stomach, but chose to ignore it once more.

you leaned your head on Enid’s shoulder, already feeling tired from the long drive you weren’t looking forward to. she intertwined your hands together, resting them on your thigh. you felt her press a quick kiss to your head as you started to doze off, eyes lowering slowly.

when your eyes opened again, you guys had already arrived at an abandoned grocery store. “hey,” Enid nudged your shoulder, everyone was already out of the car. “you feeling okay?” she asked.

“what? oh yeah, i’m fine. just got tired suddenly.” she gave you one look of concern before nodding. “okay. lets go, they’re all inside.” she got out first and you followed behind.

the second you stood up, you felt something run down your leg. your heart dropped as you stood frozen. Enid started to walk before she noticed you standing still. she turned around, “Y/N?”

you looked up at her, not knowing what to say and suddenly feeling embarrassed. she ran over to you, grabbing onto your arms. “what happened?” she asked you.

“i- i was having random pains and then i stood up… and-“ she nodded, already knowing what you were going to say. “it’s okay,” she breathed out. “come with me.” she took your hand and started to walk towards the entrance of the store.

when you walked in, she pulled you towards a back room and started to dig through her bag. “i always keep a few just in case.” Enid said, handing you a pad. you let out a sigh of relief, “you’re a life saver. i love you.”

Enid chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i’ll be out there looking for stuff. come back out when you’re ready.”

you quickly slipped it on and went back out into the store to not concern anyone. everyone was still busy finding items to take home. you started to grab anything you saw, knowing anything would be helpful to Hilltop.

another cramp hit your side, causing you to bend over and hiss. you set your bag down, kneeling to the ground to wait out the pain. it has never felt like this before. you took a deep breath before standing back up.

you were there for another half hour before everyone gathered up by the exit, bags full of food and supplies. “everyone ready?” Glenn asked. you nodded and so did everyone else.

everyone got back in the car and Glenn drove off. you mentally prepared yourself for the long drive back. you were a few hours away from home.

you resumed your previous position and laid your head on Enid’s shoulder. she took your hand again, rubbing her thumb across your knuckles. a sharp pain landed on your side again and flinched, squeezing her hand.

“we’ll be home soon.” she whispered in your hair. “we’ll shower and cuddle in bed afterwards, how’s that sound?”

you smiled, feeling yourself become flushed from how much she cared for you. “really good.” you whispered back. she smiled back, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

when you made it back, you went to grab for your bag from the backseat, but Enid grabbed it first. “i got it, don’t worry. i don’t want your cramps to worsen.” she told you. “i’ll help them put everything away. i’ll meet you upstairs.”

you wanted to protest, but you knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer. “okay,” you sighed. “don’t take too long.” you teased.

you made your way upstairs, immediately going into the bathroom. after laying a towel on the ground, you turned the water on to the hottest setting. a long sigh of relief and content left your lips when the water hit your back. a few minutes later, you heard the door open and Enid’s figure came into view from the steamed glass.

she opened the shower door and walked in, immediately walking over to you and wrapping her arms over you. “how do you feel?” she asked. “better. especially now that you’re in here.”

your lips connected in a soft kiss. she ran her hands down your body, soothing the sore places. Enid pulled away, “let me wash your hair.” she reached for the shampoo bottle and poured some on the top of your head. she started to rub it in and massaged your scalp simultaneously. your eyes shut in complete relaxation.

after she rinsed it out, she pulled out the conditioner and applied it gently. you reached for the body wash, squeezing some into a loofah and starting to drag along Enid’s body. once the two of you were both done, Enid turned off the water and you stepped out of the shower.

you put on new pairs of clothes, throwing the blood stained ones in the laundry basket in the corner of your shared bedroom. you crawled into bed while Enid grabbed something from her bag.

she walked over to the bed, holding something behind her back. “what are you hiding?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. she got into bed with you, revealing a chocolate bar and a bag of your favorite chips.

you gasped, face lighting up instantly. “oh my god, Enid.” you pouted, feeling slightly emotional all of a sudden. “i figured they would help a bit.” she said softly.

you grabbed her face, pulling her into a kiss. she dropped the items, hands pushing you against her. she pulled away, your lips only millimeters apart, “read something… years ago.” she mumbled against your lips, “says that orgasms can help with cramps.”

your breath hitched, suddenly feeling a familiar sensation between your legs. she reached down, fingers toying with your clothed clit. you let out a moan against her lips, grinding up against her hand.

“is this okay?” she asked. you nodded. “yes, yes.” you breathed out. Enid moved her hand, slipping it down your shorts. she started to slowly rub your clit in circles, testing the waters.

“more,” you whined desperately. she moved her fingers faster against you, swallowing every moan you released by smashing your lips together once more. your body started to tense up, and Enid knew you were close. she removed her fingers from your clit, but didn’t waste a second in entering two fingers.

you gasped, gripping onto her arm. the tight feeling started to build up in your stomach as she moved her fingers at an impossible pace. a loud moan escaped your lips when you came, your body going limp.

“how was that?” she whispered to you. you looked over at her, still trying to catch your breath. “so good. so, so good.” you answered back. she smiled, leaning down to kiss you once more.

#enid twd #enid rhee #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd #enid rhee smut #twd smut #the walking dead smut

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The Crowded Room: Tom Holland reveals how he defied a studio - over a hairstyle

In Cherry you played someone with PTSD, in Devil All the Time your mind went to all these dark and difficult places and here, there are memories that are disappearing from your life. What is your fascination with playing these characters who have these mental health struggles and challenges?

I’ve never really thought of it in that way, that I am kind of chasing characters with these ailments as such. I love a great story. I love a great challenge. I love working with great people and The Crowded Room offered all of those things.

Why did this particular project grab you?

I was shooting Spider-Man 3. I was in-between hanging upside down, fighting Alfred Molina and having the time of my life and I found out Akiva [Goldsman, The Crowded Room’s showrunner] wanted to speak to me about this project. I met with him on the Christmas break on Zoom and we immediately hit it off. Our 45-minute meeting turned into a two-hour epic about what The Crowded Room could be. He was kind enough to give me the job and the adventure started from there really.

What is it about you and New York?. First there was the Spider-Man trilogy – and now this. When is a statue going to be built there in your honour?

I’m probably the wrong person to ask that question. I’m a huge fan of New York. I was delighted to call it home for almost a year. It is as much a character in the show as I am. New York in the ‘70s was a pretty crazy place. I think our department heads did a pretty wonderful job of bringing that to life. It was very cool stepping into that era. It was also equally scary – it was a very, very different time.

Speaking of the scary ‘70s, did you get much say in the wardrobe – and that hairstyle in particular?

I tell you what mate, I learnt a really valuable lesson from Jake Gyllenhaal once – “commit to hair and makeup and commit to wardrobe. Do whatever you can to make yourself look as aesthetically different as possible with each role that you have” – and with Danny Sullivan, I went for it.

The studio wouldn’t really allow me to cut my in the way that we did. Ultimately, I just took an executive decision to say, “I’m going to do it anyway because this is how I think the character should look”. I’m delighted that we did, because I think the hair is the icing on the cake for the character.

As for the wardrobe? I loved the wardrobe. I’ve kept it all – I still wear the flared jeans. I think they did a wonderful job of putting that all together.

Talk us through that hairstyle. What made you so convinced that it had to be that way?

I think I trust my own judgement. My make-up artist Rachel Speke did these wonderful mood boards for what she wanted to achieve and we would sit there and look at these different pictures of people in New York in the ‘70s and so many times this haircut popped up.

I think we were a little hesitant, because it is a huge departure from what I look like in real life, but I just felt it was so important with the character like this to disappear into his life as much as possible and be as authentic to the period. I do remember showing up to the camera test and there being some rather unhappy faces, but I think they came around in the end.

I feel more comfortable making executive decisions now because Rachel and I have worked on five or six feature films together. I feel like we’ve always done a really good job – and it’s always for the service of the show.

It is such a complex role. How did you stay on top of all the facets of it?

I think we did a great job of scheduling it so lots of our actors’ stuff was in order, but that wasn’t the case for me. I was bouncing backwards and forwards in time on so many different days. Shooting multiple episodes on the same day was really, really tough. It meant we really had to be vigilant and prepared for every day’s work.

Ben Perkins, my acting coach, arguably saved the show. He was so good at making sure Danny’s arc was a strong cohesive one, not only to us making the show, but also to the audience.

There are some very intense scenes in The Crowded Room. What kind of on and off-set support did you have?

Akiva is a professional, he was a great ally on set. He’s not only a great friend, but also a great leader. I have a wonderful support system of friends – my brother was with me and my best friends from my personal life also work together as a team. Yes, there were times when I needed a shoulder to cry on – and I had plenty of shoulders to choose from. I was very lucky.

Since you became a star in the Spider-Man movies, you’ve also consistently stretched your acting skills in other, smaller roles – is that something you’ve deliberately sought out to do?

It’s something that I’m definitely very aware of. I love playing Spider-Man and Peter Parker, who I feel like is my best friend. He changed my life. I also have had two incredibly gifted agents since I was 13 years old who have been so good at positioning me to work at the right times with the right people.

It has definitely been something that has been in our strategic conversations about not getting put into one box. I love challenging myself. For me, it all comes under the same umbrella. It is something we think about and something we actively try to achieve.

Roles like this must take up so much energy and emotion – how do you take a break?

I am currently taking a year off. Today has been my first day of work in ‘23. I’ve been home, I’ve been lying low, I’ve been working on my house and building cupboards and gardening and all that sort of stuff.

I did know while I was making The Crowded Room that I did have this wonderfully long break coming up, so I took on the challenge, was dealing with the hardships of the character knowing that I had a break at the end.

I thought that after two months I’d be itching to get back on set. I’m now six months in and I’m absolutely loving my time off – I’m really enjoying myself.

#tom holland #the crowded room #tcr press #articles #long post

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i’m curious and idk if you’ve answered something like this before but what type of music do you think matt and jane like, both individually or maybe what they’re introduced each other too etc etc

ok so I've been thinking about this since it came in but haven't had time until now BUT

Matt first! Matt mentions in S2 at the gala that he likes to listen to 90s Top 40. This includes a shit ton of good stuff - you've got everyone from Whitney Houston and Elton John to Nirvana and Green Day (no way teenage Matt didn't have a Green Day period). On top of that, in the comics iirc he mentions enjoying Jazz, and I know Charlie's been asked the same question and said he imagined Matt would like listening to classical (if I was building on that last one along with Matt's stated fondness for 90s top 40, I'd say he'd especially enjoy, say, an artist like David Garrett who frequently does rock covers with his violin). I could pick just one of those to lean into as to what Matt likes, but I don't think I need to. I think it's far more likely that Matt's a blend of musical tastes, because with his heightened senses, there'd be different things to appreciate with each. And while I do think there are songs and sounds he finds unpleasant, I think he can swing around pretty easily between genres. I see him listening to a fair amount of 90s/2000s rock (tends to drown the world out, and the rebellious streak in him probably takes some pleasure in enjoying what he might have been told was 'worldly listening' by nuns). But I also see him as enjoying a fair amount of softer classical songs or pop and folk (easier on his ears, or nice for dates as we know), as well as jazz (relaxing). This is great for Jane, because it means Matt would have an excellent talent for pulling out old hits she only vaguely remembers listening to but really enjoyed, and also for following her on whatever musical journey she takes - he'd also be a little more up to date on music than her, so he'd probably introduce her to some new(ish) alt artists, softer sounds usually - Jaymes Young, some of Hozier's newer stuff, songs he thinks she'll connect to.

Sweet moment: somewhere lost in the mountain of asks in my box I vaguely remember someone saying they could see Matt liking to play Jane love songs to see if he could get her to sing them later, like she was singing to him. And I love this and agree with it. Especially on bad and broken, self-loathing days, cause he needs love on those days, wants to hear Jane hum or quietly sing the words, because then it's like she's singing all that love to him. And once she figures out that's what he's doing, she makes a point of doing it more often, even putting on the songs herself and mumbling them quietly as he lays with his head on her chest, her fingers in his hair.

Jane next. I had to think about this for a while (and as always, as musical preferences are VERY personal, ya'll are free to disregard this). I can tell you that while she's ok with classical now and can even enjoy it sometimes (first date), she had to work at that one with Ciro since there was a lot of classical played 'for brain development' while she was at White Coat's facility. Outside that though, she wasn't sure what she liked when she first came out. She tried a lot of things with Ciro and Eli and Sophia, much like she did with food, hunting for what she enjoyed. I think, at least initially, a lot of the music she heard - classical, pop, jazz, country, ballads, Disney even - was too... gentle. Cause this poor kid? She was angry. She felt awkward, out of place. She still felt trapped by nightmares and PTSD, and wanted to feel free, to shout, to revel in something that wasn't slow and measured and soft, something that seemed to acknowledge the pain of what she'd went through. But you know what channeled those feelings really well? Fucking punk rock. And if we assume she's close to Matt's age, then at 16 she was freed at the right time to roll right into Green Day, Paramore, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance. I think she vibed hard with that genre during those few years with Ciro before going on the run again, and it's something she'll always have a fondness for even if she's now expanded her tastes - because ultimately I think, with where she's at now, she's become a bit of a racoon. She'd delight in listening to artists across multiple genres based solely on some random quirk or line or chorus that stuck in her head, just because she can. Which means Matt's just as likely to come home to Jane howling along to a nostalgic punk rock song as he is to her blasting some random Broadway tune she heard in a cab (no one is immune to Lin Manuel) or a Taylor Swift song on loop because this sounds like us, Matt, what the fuck, have you heard this?

Funny moment: needless to say she is not prepared for Dance Dance to be her song of the evening as Matt walks through the door one night - she freezes, wondering if this is going to be an Ow My Ears song.

At least until he throws out, 'I'm two quarters and a heart down' and tosses his cane as her eyes light up and he grins-

-then the chorus hits and they both fucking rock.

They both wind up collapsed on the floor giggling. And that's when she is reminded that, yet again, Matt is the perfect man to go with her wherever her music journey takes her.

#the red thread #jane was a punk rocker when she was with ciro cause she related #and frequently dragged Eli to concerts much to Ciro's amusement #cause Eli listened to a lot of country and classic rock and this Was Not His Thing but he Did It For Love #now she's a racoon and listens to a shit ton of stuff #with special preferences given to nostalgic punk rock and literally any song with lyrics she relates to #and like a racoon she takes the song and dips the music in the brain water and if its clean little core has a lyric she likes #it goes in the pile #matt favors 90s top 40s whether that's rock or ballads or pop #along with a smattering of classical (especially classical covers of pop/rock) and jazz and pop #but he's also a romantic so soaring ballads are nice to his ears and so are some of the softer indie singers #and foggy got him into train #and he has a streak of punk rock in him that lingers cause seriously look at this vigilante man #look at the scrappy baby matt child he is a child ready to fight the world look at his tiny fists this boy will fight you #MATT HAD A GREEN DAY PHASE I STAND BY THIS #I DIE ON THIS HILL #matt murdock #jane hind #also they listen to hozier regularly fight meeeee

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On the Trail to Opening Up || Elias & Gael

TIMING: LOCATION: TBA PARTIES: Elias and Gael SUMMARY: Two nerds go out hunting for cryptids and instead expose some lore about each other instead CONTENT WARNINGS: None

Gael was a patient person, even if right now he not only came fresh off the heels of helping Elias move his stuff across town into his house, not to mention whatever happened over the weekend. His body was exceedingly sore, a feeling he couldn’t seem to shake but Elias had mentioned over their coffee that he was into cryptids and Gael wanted to show his support. He had to be honest, though his body hurt, he was kind of excited. Not at the prospect of seeing a cryptid, as both of them knew those didn’t exist but rather, Gael just appreciated having someone to go out and do things reliably with. He was already doing well at working on his network of friends, or so he hoped and he probably wouldn’t forget that meeting the engineer-turned-bartender was like looking into a mirror, meeting an imperfect copy of himself which WAS perfect when he thought about it. So, today, he was in some outdoorsy gear which included a ball cap, a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the shoulders and a pair of comfortable jeans. He wore an older pair of combat boots he’d acquired from a surplus store, which made sense since they had been trekking through the woods for a while now. They took a break at Gael’s request - he made an uncharacteristic comment about his back hurting and currently he rested on a tree stump, leaning back with a hand on his spine, resting right over the gnarled scar that mottled his skin. “Sorry,” He apologized with a grunt. “It’s been a while since I’ve gone just… solid hiking.” He partially lied but Elias was fortunately very flexible. “Want some peanuts while you wait on an old man?” He asked jokingly, holding up the bag.

Elias had been excited when Gael had shown interest in his hobby of cryptid searching, which in reality was just an excuse to go hiking for extended periods of time without a real goal in mind. If he saw something, awesome! But it really wasn’t the main goal. He saved that for the hardcore enthusiasts, like the Bigfoot club he was a part of back home.

Today he had dressed himself in jeans, an olive green shirt and a pair of hiking boots. He always came prepared when he went hiking in the woods; a can of bear repellent, a pocket knife, some water bottles, trail mix, a first aid kit, and a flashlight. He didn’t intend to stay out that late, especially with an inexperienced hiker, but he always liked to be prepared. To say that Elias was an experienced hiker was an understatement. In his twenties, he had taken it upon himself to hike the Pacific Crest trail with a friend. When his friend got hurt halfway through, he then finished it for the both of them. He’d roughed it in the woods and wilds before, so this was nothing to him.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. When Gael had stopped, he frowned and stopped walking, a hand on his pack. “You need a painkiller? I’ve got a first-aid kit in my bag.” Elias spoke as he took off his backpack, quickly beginning to go through his bag to dig for the first-aid kit. “Don’t feel bad for needing a break, everyone goes at their own pace. I’m just a bit more experienced than most hikers,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’ve done some crazy trails in my time,” he then admitted with a sheepish smile. He couldn’t help but laugh as Gael held up the bag of peanuts, shaking his head. “No, I’m alright for now. I packed some trail mix.” He finally pulled out the first aid kit and popped it open, digging around for the packet of pain killers. “Here,” he spoke, handing the packet over to the man. “Better than nothing if you’re hurting that much.” He then frowned. “You sure you don’t want to head back? I get it if you’re in too much pain.”

Gael’s dark eyes followed Elias as the latter seemed to have much more energy than him. Normally, it wasn’t the case but after… He still didn’t have a name for his sleepwalking tendencies. He was determined not to let it ruin Elias’ trip though and he couldn’t help but feel the other man’s excitement still. That being said, he was fortunately that Elias was much more prepared than he was, himself equipped with little more than a little knapsack of stuff, none of it particularly useful. He took the packet while putting away the peanuts, pulling the canteen that was over his shoulder up. “No, it’s fine,” Gael insisted, downing the pain meds in a fluid motion. In fact, in order to keep himself going, he grunted and got back to his feet. “No, I’m fine. Sorry, had an… exciting weekend,” He furrowed his brow slightly as he tried to recall what it was he did. Not that he’d be able to explain it to his new roommate. For what it was worth, the forest was quite lovely. He always appreciated nature, moreso when he was there by choice and not driven into it by some… primal need.

“Okay I’m good,” He nodded, popping his back as he stood up. “You should tell me about some of your adventures sometime.” He smiled, recovering from the grimace that crossed his features.

Elias’s usually chipper demeanor had faded, replaced with one of patience and worry. “If you’re sure,” he responded as he carefully closed up his first aid kit and tucked it back into his backpack. “We won’t go too crazy then if you had a wild time this weekend. Gotta say, you didn’t strike me as the party hard type.” He shot the man a playful wink before putting his backpack back on.

“I did some serious hiking when I graduated college,” he began to explain as he waited for the other to give the okay to keep going. “Hiked the pacific crest trail, really tested my abilities and truly became one with nature.” He thought back to all the living in the wilderness, staking a small tent and having to filter his water from streams, never being clean until he finally made it to Canada. That had been the best shower of his life. And that bed? There was nothing that could beat the raw pleasure of a soft mattress after sleeping on the hard ground for three months. “Took me three months, hiked about 30 miles a day every day.” He smiled, it was a crowning achievement for him. He’d spent countless months preparing meals for it and prepping himself for the hitchhiking and meal drops.

“Needless to say, don’t feel bad if I seem like I could go hiking in my sleep. I probably could. But it’s my hobby.” Put in the wilderness, Elias was calmer, more of a relaxed and easygoing guy than he existed on the internet. Sure, he had his moments of goofy antics, but hiking and looking for cryptids? It’s what calmed him at the end of the day. “Let me know when you’re good to continue. We can rest here for a second if you’d like.” He offered, gesturing to a fallen log for Gael to sit down on. “If you weren’t feeling up to it, you should have said so.”

He was silently insistent that they keep going; the more they walked, the more into the rhythm he got and he felt the residual tension coiled up inside him being released. His back still hurt and his extremities were still sore but he was enjoying himself, enjoying the woods and time with Elias, who… seemed much more at ease out here. Gael must’ve been in his element, which felt more obvious as he regaled the professor with his story about his three-months-long hike where he hiked a very impressive 30 miles a day. “Damn, you got me beat by a literal several miles,” He laughed as the duo continued, albeit at a gentler pace. It was interesting seeing this other side of Elias, who he hadn’t known for long but already reminded him of a retriever, excitable and eager. The two were similar in that regard but Gael found fascination in how they were different. He also appreciated that Elias seemed in-tune with his needs even though he was trying his hardest not to seem inconvenient. “I’m more of a martial artist - I leave all the, uh… more durable activities to my sister.” He recalled Sol, his sport-loving sibling who wanted to play soccer as a profession. “I had no idea you were such a hiker,” Gael admitted. “I love learning that nerds have physical activities; it’s like a secret weapon.” He paused both verbally and physically, glancing over at the fallen log and exhaling as he contemplated whether or not to take advantage of the opportunity. He absently turned to look at their surroundings again and he felt the need to try to explain himself. “And I’m– I’m not the party type anymore,” He exhaled, adjusting the knapsack as he collected the canteen of water again. “I was when I was younger but… I had an–” He faltered on the sentence and he recovered by taking a swig of his water. It had been long enough, Gael really should’ve come up with a decent story by now. “And now on occasion I have… this condition.” He didn’t get closer to the log; he felt guilty that he made them stop at all. “It’s not that I’m not up to it and I hope you don’t feel like I was… I dunno, lying to you.” He exhaled. “So! I’m good to keep going, unless… you want me to want to take a break.” ‘I don’t want to disappoint you or make it seem like I can’t keep up’ is what he was trying to say but the confidence to say it didn’t come.

Elias chuckled to himself, realizing he had more surprises up his sleeve than he had realized, from hiking to being a runner. “Well, I don’t get my body by just sitting out the couch playing video games all day,” he admitted sheepishly. “I do long distance running too, I used to be in track and field back in high school, did it in college for a scholarship as well.” So if you realize I’m not at the house at five in the morning? I’m probably running.” He held onto the straps of his backpack as they walked, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. As much as he loved playing his games, nature was something he felt a deep connection to, made him feel rejuvenated the longer he stayed there.

He frowned as Gael cut himself off, tilting his head to the side when he drank his water. He realized there was something there that the man didn’t want to talk about, and he could respect that. “Well whatever it was, I’m glad you’re still here.” He spoke with a soft smile, placing a hand on his back, hoping he wasn’t overstepping a boundary. “If it comes as any shock to you, I’ve never been to a party, much less been invited.” He snickered, dropping his hand from the man’s back. “Too nerdy for the cool kids, not nerdy enough for the band geeks.” He sighed, shaking his head. “The humanity of it all, I tell you.”

His brows then furrowed, hand reaching for his shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it! You didn’t expect to hurt this much. If you insist on continuing, then I’ll oblige.” Elias patted his shoulder twice, then began the trek onward down the trail, thankful for the flat terrain for Gael’s sake. “I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think you could lie if you wanted to. Seem too nice for that.” He looked back at him, giving a shit-eating grin before turning his attention forward again. “I won’t make you hike thirty miles like I used to, how about that?” He joked, smiling as a breeze hit his face, energizing him a little more.

Hiking AND running? The man realized that he and Elias were more physically different than he initially surmised - where Elias was about endurance, running, and hiking, Gael specialized in martial arts and fist-fighting. Opposites attract, as they say and maybe more physical activities would improve his health and… other things. And hand on his back was nice; Gael always seemed to forget how positively he received physical affection, even when it wasn’t affection. He was just… ridiculously touchy-feely, he supposed and rather than pull away, he seemed to subconsciously lean into it. “You’ve never been invited to a party?” He asked incredulously, glancing up at his hiking partner. That concept seemed foreign to him; he was a nerd but perhaps he hid it well… and drowned his insecurities in substances. “Well, I’ll be sure to rectify that.” He raised his eyebrow. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he wouldn’t get Elias into a party somehow.

“Well, you could make up any number about how many miles you can hike and I’d probably take your word for it,” Gael laughed, his breathing more even now that they were on flatter ground and he appreciated the air on his face. However, his smile faltered ever-so-slightly as he thought about what Elias said, about him not lying. …Was he lying? Was obstruction of the truth, even if it wasn’t a truth he accepted, lying? He slowed down slightly as he ruminated in the thought that he was unintentionally lying to Elias, to anyone, about what happened some nights. He thought and thought but… the answer that he laughed at before seemed completely implausible now; a piece that wouldn’t sit right in the puzzle.

Elias listened to the sounds of nature around them, the chirping of the birds, the rustling of the leaves in the trees and shrubs. “It’s a really nice day out,” he decided aloud, listening to the crunching of their footsteps beneath their shoes. “You may be sore today, old man. But I’m going to make a hiker out of you yet. I’ll have to take you to the cheese caves!” He declared, holding a finger up in the air as he spoke. He then let out a hearty laugh at the idea of being taken to a party. “I hope you know you’d have to drag me there kicking and screaming. I might be good at talking to people on the internet, but you take me to a crowded place full of people that are drinking and dancing? I clam up.” He admitted, shrugging his shoulders as he took the time to fall in line with the man. “You’d have to hold my hand like I’m a toddler lost at the mall.” He warned him with raised brows.

While he watched the other, he saw the smile falter off of his lips for a brief moment. “You alright?” He asked, his steps faltering to put his hand back on the man’s shoulder. “Seems like you went somewhere else there for a second.” He tilted his head to the side, a genuine worry evident on his face. “You know, if you’re going through anything, you can absolutely talk to me about it. Won’t leave the two of us.” He nodded his head, hand not leaving the other, his gaze deep and genuine. He leaned a bit forward to the man, maybe a bit too close for comfort. Realizing this, he took a step back, keeping his hands to himself, an awkward little smile fleeting across his features.

Elias’ hand on Gael’s shoulder shook the latter out of his thoughts and he cast a sideways look up at the other man, temporarily forgetting where he was. His eyes found Elias’ and without realizing it one of his hands placed itself over the one on his shoulder. The bartender had this expression in his gaze, something that he knew was there but he wasn’t sure if he deserved. Had he accidentally worn his thoughts on his face again? “Sorry, what?” He asked stupidly before gulping. “Oh, you were–” He scoffed with a half-smile and he patted Elias’ hand with an unsteady exhale. “Sorry, I was… yeah, I’m fine.” He nodded. “I don’t… It’s hard to explain,” Gael finally sighed after a pause that was too long for him. “I appreciate the worry, but I’m more upset about how you’ve never been invited to a party. It’s tearing me up inside,” He joked, his tone taking its familiar lightness to it. “Which I’m gonna do, by the way. We can wear a buddy rope or I can put a harness on you.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “But…” He glanced down. “Once I think I can explain it sufficiently, I’ll tell you.” He looked back up at his roommate, the one person he probably needed to be the MOST honest with if he wanted their relationship to be long-lasting. And he needed those.

Elias tilted his head to the side a little as he watched Gael’s gaze go somewhere else. What was happening— he found himself staring back at the shorter man, unsure what to do. If he moved, he’d surely trip over himself. If he’d say something it’d probably come out as a squeak. So instead of doing anything at all, he simply froze, staring back at Gael until he finally spoke. “Yeah,” Elias uttered out in response, feeling his face heating up. “Sorry if I shouldn’t have uh,” he held his hand out, awkwardly patting the man’s shoulder. “That.” He spoke, then quickly turned around to keep walking, glad that the other man couldn’t see his face as his eyes went wide and mouthed to himself “What the fuck was that, Eli?”

He then rolled his rolled eyes and turned around to look at Gael as he talked about him not being to a party. “Tell you what. Bring me to a party or a nightclub, call it a date.” He half-joked. Part of Elias wasn’t, however. “I may work at a bar, but I’m not really… well versed in night-life.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulder. “Maybe it can be homework,” he then suggested, wiggling his brows at the idea.

When Gael grew serious again, Elias let his expression turn back to one of sincerity. So he didn’t know what was going on, he could understand that. “Well when you do figure it out, you know I’m here for you. Even if you don’t have it figured it out, we live under the same roof. But don’t feel you need to run away from whatever it is, making yourself all sore.” He raised a brow, as if challenging the other. “And if it’s too much to explain, I understand that too.” He decided with a soft smile, gesturing to the path in front of them. “Good to keep going, old man?” He then joked, giving Gael a shit-eating grin.

The two exchanged a glance and Gael could… somehow he heard Elias’ heart rate increase. At Elias’ movement and awkward apology, the chemist moved his hand himself and he gritted his teeth slightly - he probably did or said the wrong thing in that… however long he was lost in thought. His hand, still feeling the warmth of Elias’, lowered casually enough and he placed it in his pocket, the other still lazily hanging onto the strap of his canteen, one of his usual and comfortable positions. Sure enough, after a brief pause Elias had moved on, back to the topic on the party but while it was still on Gael’s mind, he kicking himself internally for whatever happened to warrant the pat on the shoulder and the abrupt turn. Maybe… it wasn’t him, maybe Elias was just uncomfortable with physical contact. He’d have to keep that in mind. For now though, Gael’s smile jumped back onto his face. “A date?” He mused. “Usually you go to bars and nightclubs to GET a date,” He scoffed; there was no way Elias wasn’t being chased by at least, what, ten people? The professor didn’t doubt that he was single but… c’mon. That height? The facial hair? The HAIR hair? Quirky personality? Still though, he couldn’t help but joke back - after all, that’s what he figured it was. “But sure! I’ll take you out for a night on the town like a proper lady.” ‘We live under the same roof’. ‘I’m here for you’. Gael had said the comment so easily but he didn’t think he was expecting Elias to respond the way he did and though his smile didn’t falter this time, his gaze did waver as more of the thoughts flickered through his mind though he returned as quickly as he’d paused, returning Elias’ raised brow with one of his own. “Too much to explain?” He said, his tone growing vivacious. “Old man??” He laughed this time, using Elias’ words as a stepping stool to pull himself back up. “You’re only five years older than me, string bean.” With that, he took an ambitious step or two forward, catching up to the taller man in a little trot. “I ain’t gonna stop ‘til my legs give out,” He insisted, squaring up and narrowing his eyes at the taller man. “30 miles or not.” Whatever happened would go into another bottle in his mind. Put it on the shelf for later, alongside telling Elias about his… condition.

Elias looked toward the tops of the trees as he cleared his head, no sense dwelling on it, if he read to hard into it he’d never escape his own head. Then, he was drawn back to reality as he heard Gael speak to him. “Listen, I’m going to be one hundred percent honest with you,” he started as he turned around, an awkward look on his face, that same blush creeping back onto his cheeks. “I’ve never been on a date? Like I did back in college but I kinda fumbled the bag.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a big grin, eyes closed as if he were physically pained. “So maybe I don’t know what I’m doing. Or ever do.” He frowned, opening his eyes with a serious look. “I’m only good at comic books and talking about random physics facts that nobody wishes to hear. I’m what the men and women call a catch.” He rolled his eyes, unclipping his waterbottle from his bag and taking a swig from before clipping it back on. He felt the need to keep talking to fill the silence, as if the idea of being quiet was suffocating to him. “And if I’m going to be a lady in this situation, I demand to be wined and dined,” he joked, flipping non-existent hair behind his shoulder. There was a little glint in his eyes, like he was a little hurt, but as soon as he blinked, the look was gone.

“Yeah, too much to explain. Like when your head gets all jumbled and the right words don’t come out.” Elias raised his hands to his head, waving them a bit as he spoke. “And you called yourself an old man first!” He defended himself, a cheeky grin rising to his face, once again allowing the previous interaction to slide off his back. “String bean?!” He then exclaimed, feigning hurt. “I’ll have you know that I am the embodiment of physical fitness, thank you very much.” He declared, patting his abdomen, as if he had abs. “String bean…” he muttered again, shaking his head as if he were offended. “I’ll make you rue the day you called me that.”

“If your legs give out, I’m not carrying you back. Had to do that with my friend when he got injured, hobbled for miles to the nearest road to get him help. It was awful, we didn’t have a lot of cell service where we were.” He couldn’t help but reminisce on his old hiking days, he had really enjoyed it. “If we’re going to get you into hiking shape, we’ll start with the easy trails. Like this one!” He hadn’t picked a trail that had any rough terrain, he figured it would be too much for the other. “Honestly, Bigfoot is kind of my excuse to go camping.” He began to explain, hands back on his backpack straps. “I love it out here. The birds, the breeze? And the potential to uncover a species that might exist that is so elusive that scientists haven’t captured it yet? Oh yeah, I’m a big fan.”

The professor wondered if he struck some sort of nerve with his jokes - understandably, he didn’t know that Elias hadn’t ever been on a date but then again, maybe it was obvious and Gael just didn’t think about it. Either way, he kept that in mind too… revisit it when there was a lull in the conversation, maybe. Not that he minded this version of Elias; indeed, it seemed almost as if Gael were being made privy to some secret creature of his own, the man behind a mask that the chemist could recognize most of the time. “Well– yeah, I can call MYSELF an old man but that’s just because I was trying to come up with excuses,” He tilted his head with a playful sharpness. “And you ARE a string bean; you might be able to hike faster and further but I bet I could school you in an arm-wrestling competition, amigo,” he fell into his normal pace after the brief burst of energy as the two continued walking. Internally though, and Gael would be sure to mention this later, he was thankful that he was out there, he was thankful for Elias offering to bring him along and the soreness thumping through his body aside, he was thankful that he managed to find a nerd who was physically active. Maybe he could… NO, absolutely not. Don’t even think the rest of that thought. He shook his head to himself. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you had to carry me,” He said. “Though I mean if you DID find a species that was super elusive, I’d hope maybe it could magically cure injuries.” He joked. “That’s why my sister went into marine biology - there’s still so many interesting, undiscovered things on the ocean floor, she’d LOVE to be the one to discover something.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Elias grumped, waving a hand. He wasn’t a string bean, was he? He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. He decided to respectfully disagree with Gael’s very wrong opinion of him. He then thought long and hard about if he would stand a chance against the other in an arm wrestling competition. He may have height on his side, but that wouldn’t help him in a battle of arm strength. He flexed his arm a bit, looking around for a stable surface the could do this on. He wasn’t about to leave here without taking the challenge. “I’ll lose, but I still have to know for sure.” He decided, looking around. “Over here!” He walked over to a fallen tree, then turned to Gael, wiggling his brows. “Them’s fightin’ words, Gael. Let’s do this.” He bounced his weight back and forth on his feet, giving a ‘come hither’ motion with his hands.

As he waited for Gael to join him, Elias thought about what he’d do if he discovered something. As fun as it sounded, he’d feel bad taking the opportunity away from a scientist that actually looked for species for a living. Then again, he doubted there would be a substantial discovery to be made all the way in Maine. Then again, the town was certainly weird enough to have something strange lurking in the woods somewhere. “If I find a magical creature that can heal wounds, I’ll make sure to call you first before I call the press.” He promised the man with a chuckle, face breaking into an amused smile.

“You’re gonna need it to lick your wounds for you after I school you in arm wrestling, compañero,” Gael replied with a grunt of confidence and a smile of his own, sizing up the taller man as the latter hopped around lightly. He followed Elias to the tree, popping his neck as he clenched and unclenched his fists, the muscles rippling beneath the skin on his arms. The chemistry professor carefully sat down opposite the bio-engineer, the knuckles in his fingers cracking as he flexed them. “Okay then, let’s see what you’re made of, nerd.” He teased. “You wanna take any bets that you’re prepared to adhere to?” He asked, quirking his brow as he set his elbow on the log.

Elias couldn’t help but stare as the professor showed off, feeling his mouth go dry. He cleared his throat, shaking the thoughts away as before getting hopelessly distracted by Gael’s muscles. “You gotta be kidding me,” he grumbled to himself. Smart and attractive? Now that hardly seemed fair. He shook his head,letting the thoughts fall to the wayside as he leant over the fallen tree. “You’re not supposed to have it all,” he accused in a playful tone. He then thought what he could bet, looking upward as he considered his options. “If I win,” he began, trailing off as he continued to think of options. Suddenly, his face lit up. He had his idea.

“If I win, the date’s real. No treating me like a real lady.” He raised his brows in challenge to the other. “If you win… I’ll let you get a kitten.” He clapped his hands together, tilting his head to the side. “Thoughts?” He sing-songed, grinning idiotically. Grabbing Gael’s hand, Elias’s grin turned to one of playful wickedness. “Go on three?” He asked, raising a brow. Now he was excited. This could turn out of two ways. Getting what he wants, or sneezing eternally.

He heard that. He wouldn’t respond to it though, instead giving Elias a teasing wink. Rather, Gael kept his keen eyes on the other man, anticipating something obtuse like ‘if I win, tell me what you do on the weekends’ or ‘you have to carry ME the rest of the way’. So when he was presented with either taking Elias on a date or getting a cat, he couldn’t hide the look of surprise that crossed his features. Was it that he didn’t think Gael would actually take him on a date if he asked normally? Or was it that this was his only way TO ask because of some insecurity he had? ‘Elias, I can just take you on a date’ was what he wanted to say, followed by ‘and I’m not going to punish you like that’ in regards to the cat. Gael didn’t seem to have much time to say anything though before he caught Elias’ expression, his grin wide and wild and the chemist gulped, licking his lower lip before furrowing his brow, narrowing his eyes letting a half-grin creep onto his face. “You got yourself a deal. We’ll go on three,” He affirmed, his fingers tapping as they readied on Elias’ hand. “One, two–” And on three, they began. For a split second, Gael considered throwing and he was sure Elias could feel the lack of tension in his arm but the consideration was promptly abandoned - Gael was going to come out on top regardless. So, after a few moments of struggle, he exhaled sharply, a burst of adrenaline pulsing down his arm and just like that, his arm pinned Elias’ on the log. He popped his neck again, holding the other man’s arm down with an open-mouthed smirk, his tongue licking his teeth. “Good college try,” He said rather casually before pulling Elias’ arm back up and giving it a thorough shake. “It’s kitten time!”

Elias stared at his downed arm with a defeated look, though there was amusement dancing around in his eyes. Instead of being upset about losing, he brought his arm back to his side, rubbing it a little. “You weren’t kidding about being strong!” He exclaimed, disappointment turning to a grin. “I saw that coming,” he confessed with a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk. “Still, can’t blame a guy for trying.” He got up from his stance at the log, stretching his arm out as he walked around a little bit to get his legs moving again. Once he stopped, he found that his age caught up with him and his legs got angry if they were squatted for too long. Made his knees crack and cry for mercy.

He then thought of what he could only describe as kitten time; pure misery and sneezing. Lots and lots of sneezing. But he loved cats, they seemed so cuddly and fun. Plus, they didn’t need to be taken outside multiple times a day to shit, they did it in a box instead! How great was that? “Kitten time means medicine for Elias.” He spoke, shooting Gael an amused look. “I mean, I’m not opposed to the idea of a cat. I just need to make sure I get an allergist.” He decided, making a mental note to make an appointment with a doctor as soon as he could. If it made the chemistry professor happy, then he would be happy to suffer a little for a cat. After all, cats. Look at them. “I’ll get you next time!” He declared, punching the air with a serious expression. “I’ll train like the Karate Kid.” He vowed, looking back over to the Gael with a wicked grin.

“Certainly can’t blame a guy for trying.” Gael repeated, stretching his own arm out though the cracking in Elias’ knees as the latter moved about didn’t go by him unnoticed. Mm-hmm, and HE was the old man. “Now we’re even - you run, I punch,” He laughed. Then he sat there for a moment, letting Elias ruminate on what ‘kitten time’ meant even though Gael had it all figured out in his head from the moment they started. He got to his feet himself and he couldn’t keep a quiet grunt from escaping as he placed a hand on his back for a moment. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling though as Elias’ energy seemed to make a comeback. The chemist exhaled, placing one of his hands on his hips and approached Elias. “Okay, okay, Karate Kid,” He said slowly, reaching up to put a hand on the taller man’s shoulder. “I have a better idea. “Since I win, I’d like to change the conditions of the bet,” He said. “After all, I never said what I wanted if I won.” Gael glanced up at Elias, his expression softening and with a gentle smile on his face. “You can still see an allergist if you’d like but in the meantime, I want to take you out on a date.” He said. “No treating you like a real lady.” He decided to go for it - he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Elias got lastingly sick because of a cat; the idea was shut down in his brain the second Elias suggested it. That wasn’t gonna happen regardless, not if he had any say in it.

“If I ever need someone to beat someone up for their lunch money, I promise you’ll be the first person I call.” Elias said to him with mock sincerity. He stopped for a moment to listen to the breeze again, allowing himself to feel a sense of calm that he only achieved by being out with nature, the biggest reason he liked to hike so much. As a hand was placed on his back, he found himself grounded back to reality, looking over to Gael with a raised brow, curious.

He tilted his head to the side as he talked about changing the conditions of their bet, curious to see what he would want instead. He blinked once, twice. Did he really just ask him on a date for real? For a moment, Elias wasn’t sure what to think. He could tell it wasn’t a joke, but still he found that it took him by surprise. “You serious?” he asked, brows raised in slight shock. “I mean, I would love to say yes, but only if you…” he realized that Gael’s hand was still on his back, and he realized that maybe he was serious. It was a weird feeling, being vulnerable with another person, it was something he really didn’t allow himself to do. It was easier to put on the happy persona and go about his day. But he found that he didn’t need to do that around Gael, which was different for him. “Then I accept.” He said, nodding once.

He thought for a moment, grinning. “I can still see about an allergist though. I mean, if you want to win the cat too.” He chuckled softly, unsure what to do with the bundle of nerves he suddenly felt. He wanted to keep walking, but he didn’t want to abruptly stop whatever was happening in that moment, either. “So uh.” He spoke awkwardly, gesturing toward the path. “You wanna head back then?”

The professor didn’t realize that he was holding his breath, waiting for Elias to answer - would he say no? Gael didn’t think he would mind as much as if the other man thought he was joking or setting him up for a fall. He didn’t respond immediately, didn’t say ‘of course I’m serious’, he just kept his eyes on Elias and the same expression on his face. Waiting, waiting… he accepted and it was Gael’s turn to do a little hop. “Excellent!” He said enthusiastically.

“... I REALLY want that kitten,” Gael said after a pause, letting his fluttering heart calm down a little bit though he had a new spring in his step. “But I would rather do that date - there are other ways I can see cats.” He said, taking a step or two forward and turning to regard Elias. “We’ll keep going and see what happens down the line. How’s that sound?” He asked, looking expectant and the soreness in his body was all but gone; as far as he was concerned, this wasn’t something Elias did with just anyone and he felt honored that maybe he was continuing to get this glance into the man under a mask. He could be wrong though but… this was definitely a different layer of Elias than the one he met at the cafe.

Elias threw his arm around Gael, patting his head. “Don’t you worry, we’ll get you that kitten someday.” He promised with a laugh. It was interesting, this feeling he didn’t know that he could feel. It felt lighter and happy, something he spent a lot of the time faking for others instead of truly feeling for himself. He had spent years at this point, feeling like he had to do things for the sake of doing them. Moving to Wicked’s Rest has been his big attempt at changing his life around to something he wanted. Maybe there weren’t enough Bigfoots or Jersey Devils around for his liking, but he’d met someone special in Gael, and that was more than he could have asked for. “Come on, before the sun starts to set.” Elias spoke, dropping his hand from around Gael to walk towards the path. “Do know that I’m going to turn you into a seasoned hiker yet.” He warned, pointing a finger towards Gael with a grin on his face before turning forward, and walking the way they had come, this time with more of a bounce in his step. A date. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

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