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pickingupmymercedes · 2 months

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Under an Ipê tree - Lewis Hamilton

The three times your annual visit to Senna’s tomb brought something different

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Senna! Reader

warnings: mentions of death, mourning, AD 21', Lewis at Ferrari (rubbing salt into every open wound apparently)

wordcount: +1k

a/n: Not gonna lie, started this one with something in mind and it took a life of its own. I know Senna! Reader isn't everyone's cup of tea, so please, proceed with caution, because there is mention to real events and real emotions envolved with mourning. Also, AD 21', I'm sure as hell not over that, so here's another trigger warning.

a/n. 2: Those trees are how pink Ipês look in blossom, I know Brasil is not known for its colder months but those beauties come alive after the few cold weeks.

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Like most traditions it started without any intent on actually becoming a thing. You and Lewis would take a couple hours off on Wednesdays before the Brazilian GP every year, the destination a known one to everyone in the paddock. It was a journey you used to do by yourself until Lewis had been the brave, and first one, to ask you if he could tag along. He’d been to Senna’s tomb before, you knew that much, but the respect and adoration he held for your late father had you deciding he should be good company.

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“I swear I had never seen my mom angrier. Can you imagine her with the speaker at Interlagos shouting to everyone with an ear that I shouldn’t be racing and if anything happened Ayrton was to blame cause I wasn’t even old enough to be there” You told a laughing Lewis while remembering when your father faked an ID so he could sneak you to the track and teach you how to race in your brand new - Mclaren themed – kart. A Christmas gift he went out of his way to get to the famous Brazilian track circuit in time to open day.

“You know, my favorites snippets of his life are the ones you talk about, Sundays at the pool, ice cream dates, kart running without your mom knowing. Whenever someone talks about him it’s always about his wins, his hardships, his cars and battles … it’s almost as if he didn’t exist beyond formula 1, like we froze just a fraction of him and forgot all about the rest.”

You smiled at him, you liked how Lewis never questioned your feelings towards f1’s out of this world idolatry on your father, mainly because at the end of the day, to your 8 year old past self, Ayrton was first and foremost “pai”, the dude that thought you not to be afraid by throwing you into the ocean when no one was looking, the one that cooked instant noodles for dinner in spite of your mom’s pleads, the one that constantly tried to show you that love is a feeling we should act upon in the present and never wait for a so promised tomorrow.

“He would’ve liked you I think… would’ve hated to race you, for sure. But as a person, he would have probably seen you as one of the good ones, pointing out bullshit, fighting fia every chance you get, protecting the guys back at the garage, focusing on racing and not talking, looking out for everyone.” You answered truthly, as he respectfully held his hands behind his back looking at the tomb stone, while you casually sat in the edge of the stone, almost too comfortable around the place from all the visits you’ve done over the years.

“I think you should meet Galisteu someday, she’ll have way more interesting stories about him to tell you than I do.” You absentmindedly noted, remembering all she’s told you about your father, this other side to him you never got the time to see.

“Nah… we’re our truest around kids, his best version was the one you got to see. Now, what was that time he sneaked a stray dog onto your apartment?” he asked while reaching for your shoulder so you both could walk along the path back to the car awaiting to take you both back.

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“I don’t think I really remember the sound of his voice” you sighed looking up at the Ipê tree just beside the tomb. You had shown Lewis a photo of what it looked like once in full blossom before, in the Brazilian winter, and he promised you he would eventually find the time to come see it in its full glory in late June.

The walk in the cemetery, the light hearted banter, him opening his heart on dreams and the future and the confessions you would eventually make to Lewis about Ayrton were part of the annual occurrence you had both unspokenly agreed on, but that one line seemed to have hit him hard enough he just motioned you to go on, no answers or remarks.

“I mean, I know what his voice sounds like because there’s a thousand and one interviews with him, but I don’t think I can truly remember what he sounded like in real life … how he talked to me.” You explained it further, now looking at the Briton.

He engulfed you in a hug, the kind only he knew how, your tears leaving marks on his shoulders. You would rarely cry over anything related to your father, at least not in front of people anyway, but Lewis was… well, Lewis. You and Niki were the one who pushed, like hell, to sign him to Mercedes back in 2014 against everyone’s better judgment, and while you knew he would be every bit the driver and phenomenon he was, neither of you anticipated the friendship that came out of seeing him almost every GP you attended. A relationship that had crept its own way into your hearts, slowly allowing to see each other as something more than just good friends.

“He’s proud of you, wherever he is. I know that much” He whispered, leaving a soft kiss to your temple and bringing you even closer to his body.

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“He would’ve crashed into Verstappen back in 2021, wouldn’t he?” He prompted out of nowhere, gazing seriously at the tomb as you observed him pondering over the possible outcomes of a race that, like a ghost, had been following him nonstop, specially with the São Paulo GP fast approaching and with it his chances of securing his 8th title, two races before the end of the season.

“Start another Senna vs. Prost ?! ” You thought out loud, trying to read into his expressions and mannerisms, a talent of his you weren’t quite as good.

“Maybe I should’ve done it”

“You’re not like that Lew. You’re you and no one, not a single person, wants someone else” Your exasperation clear in your voice, hands reaching for his chin as his eyes locked into yours and he nodded, an unspoken agreement between the two of you, one you had to hammer into his head from time to time, that he may have Ayrton as his idol but he was just as much of an icon to the sport, and to a million of kids out there.

“On Sunday you’re going to reach that top step in your red suit, fulfill Ayrton’s dream and claim a championship for Ferrari. You. Not him, nor anyone else” and come the end of the race, he did just that. Smiling down at the sea of people in a mix of old Mercedes merchs and new Ferrari ones, dedicating his trophy to all the other people who believed in the impossible with him.

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 x reader #ayrton senna #Senna!reader

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cal-flakes · 9 months

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dealer!rafe bathing depressed reader and being gentle with her

╰┈➤ rafe bathes depressed y/n

warnings: sensitive topics! talks of depression, restricted eating, angst.

summary: rafe does whatever he can to help his girlfriend out of her spiral.

rafe sighed as he lingered at the top of the stairs, his heart aching slightly as he watched their tabby cat scratch at the bedroom door, purring incessantly.

“mommy’s sad huh?” he spoke softly as if the feline could understand, stroking her with one hand as she rubbed against his leg. in the other, he held a small bowl of chicken and mushroom noodles, her favourite, in hopes she’d feel like eating something today.

turning the handle gentle, rafe and her four legged friend entered the room quietly, mutually acknowledging that they shouldn’t startle y/n.

she lay in bed, drowning in the covers while her tatty hair sprawled across the pillows. her eyes were bloodshot, widening as she noticed the figures in the room with her. “r-rafe..” she croaked, too weak to turn around.

appearing in her view, he perched on the bed, placing the warm bowl on the nightstand. “hi sweetheart, i brought you some noodles, do you think you could try and have just a little bit?” he cooed, pushing away some tangled hair from her face.

her eyes flitted between him and the expensive ceramic bowl, guilt pooling in her stomach. “i-i don’t know” she whispered, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment, empty of tears.

“hey- hey, that’s fine angel, that’s okay. but i am going to run you a bath, m’kay? might make you feel a little better..” he hummed, leaning to press a tentative kiss before his presence disappeared, sauntering into their en-suite.

she whimpered slightly, unable to take her eyes off the bowl until a light weight hopped onto the bed, nuzzling it’s head against her covered torso.

y/n tilted her head slightly to look at the cat, who was now staring back at her with wide eyes. “lila..” y/n muttered, struggling to pull her arm out from under the blanket.

breaking free from the mounds of blankets, she stroked lila’s head, circling her hand round to underneath the cats chin.

the pair sat like that for a little over fifteen minutes, enjoying each others company until rafe came back through. that damn cat.

his mouth fell open as he noticed a familiar sparkle return to her eyes for a split second, watching as she stroked the fluffy creature, something she hadn’t felt able to do in days.

“hey, you can’t steal her away from me lila, I know you think you can, but she’s mine” rafe stated jokingly as he rounded the bed, having filled the bath tub with all her favourite scents and scrubs.

his eyes lit up as he saw a tiny smile appear on her face, looking between him and lila. “bath’s ready angel..” he grinned, untucking the covers to help her up.

her weak, shaky hands gripped his as she pushed down on them, using them as a handle to lift herself out of bed. he held her up while she rested her head on his chest as she fell breathless, suddenly collapsing in his arms.

“shit, are you okay?” he asked, hastily snaking his arm around her waist to prevent any injuries. “i don’t think i can get the the bathroom” she whimpered, a few stray tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared at the ground.

“i’ll carry you baby, m’kay?” he soothed, giving her a chance to wrap her arms around his neck before hoisting her up and carrying her to the bathroom.

setting her down on the closed toilet seat, he began carefully tugging her clothes off, discarding them in the laundry basket behind him.

reaching down once again, he lifted her into the bath, allowing her a moment to become familiar with the temperature of the water. he pressed soft kisses to the back of her hand as she slid into the bath, fully submerging herself.

“thank you..” she mumbled, pulling her knees to her chest. she sat like that while he proceeded to wash her hair.

“is that too much?” he asked, showing her the squirt of conditioner in his hand. “no, that’s fine..”

nodding, he used a spare plastic container to rinse her hair, swiftly moving to grab a loofa and some body wash. “uhh, orange or coconut?” he asked again, holding up two bottles of scented body wash. “coconut please..”

“ooh! good choice!” he joked, setting the spare one down. his heart almost skipped a beat as another small smile spread across her face, filling his heart completely with so much love and compassion.

he grabbed her arms gently, out-stretching them as he rubbed the loofa in circular motions against her pale skin, washed out by the lack of sunlight.

“you seem to be feeling better today..” he hummed, glancing up to gage her reaction. “yeah, i think so..”

“i’m sorry if i’m a burden..” she uttered, stopping him in his tracks. he looked at her almost in horror, as if she’d just spat in his cereal.

“shush, that’s ridiculous…” he cooed, cupping her cheek with his warm hand. “i love you y/n, more than you could even begin to comprehend”

she smiled once more as she leant into his touch, staring deeply into his wide eyes. “i would go to the ends of the earth for you if it would keep this pretty smile on your face”

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #obx #rafecameron #rafe obx #dom!rafe #soft!rafe cameron #soft!rafe #dealer!rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #bf!rafe #bf!rafe Cameron #obx3 #obx imagine #obx fanfiction

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ropesbypatricia · 6 months

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Rope Techniques ~ Tying without a partner

Here are a couple of tactics I have utilized in practicing shibari when I'm not able to work with a partner

First: Here's how I added "elbows" to my plastic mannequin to enable her to be placed into a gote or box position

The arms of my mannequin disconnect at the shoulders, so I started by removing them and then sawed them apart at the elbow

Next, I stuffed both open ends of the plastic arm halves with foam pool noodles I had on hand

I connected the stuffed arms by running bent lengths of wire hangers into the pool foam to act as a semi-adjustable joint

Finally, I wrapped and secured both new joints with a length of ace bandage and some duct tape - I dress my mannequin in a body suit so the rope has something to grip; the plastic mannequin skin lacks the toothsomeness of human flesh

Second: a simpler and very similar effect can be achieved for gote/tk practice without a mannequin. You can throw a hoodie over a full-backed chair, such as a kitchen chair, and stuff a rolled towel inside the joined arms of the hoodie as pictured below:

Sometimes we cannot tie with a partner. These pictures were taken during the COVID lockdowns, for example.

And while these inanimate accommodations cannot take the place of partnered learning, they have helped me to advance my understanding of patterns and builds and rope handling along the way and I hope they may be of use to some of you too!

*This is the mannequin I modified above which was gifted to me by my SO*

#shibari #rope techniques #partner free tying #tying without a partner #learning the ropes #mannequin #thoughts on rope #kink education #practice makes progress

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 2 months

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I wonder how many times Sin Devil Triggered Vergil's accidentally hit things with his tail. He's been through a LOT of forms throughout his life but the closest thing to a "tail" he's ever had was Nelo Angelo's cape.

Just-- this is kind of hyper-specific but y'all know the scene from Robots where they first show Aunt Fanny (this one); I just imagine this is what it's like the first handful of times that Vergil uses his Sin Trigger. Just swinging his tail around by accident and hitting

EVERYTHING.

I mean, he wouldn't be so soft spoken as her but I think it would be the same vibe. Small fic; ignore some dumb logic-- = Rain heavily poured down onto the broken pavement as the three Sparda descendants stood together. It had been a long day and the targeted devil of today's contract was upon a high building, blissfully unaware of the death that was going to befall them. A Sin Devil Triggered Vergil and human Nero were currently going over the game plan about how to dispose of said devil. Dante was acting as a sort of lookout, standing off the side behind Vergil. Through a heavily distorted voice, Vergil spoke, "Are you sure about this?" "Yeah," Nero nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets, "I'll be fine; it's not like I haven't flown before." The plan was simple, Vergil was going to carry Nero up to the target where he'd snatch the devil with his "wings", dropping it right down to Dante; who would be waiting in his own Sin Devil Trigger. Vergil turned to speak to his brother, pivoting around, "Dante--?" A grunt left Dante's lips as he felt Vergil's tail whip into his middle, catching his clothes on the sharp scales and getting snagged stuck. Confused, Vergil turned the other way, causing his tail to move as well. Dante did his best to try and unravel his shirt but was unable to. Loud hearty laughter came from Nero as he watched. Dante shouted at his twin, "Would you stop moving?" Freezing in place, Vergil flinched as he felt Dante gently tug the shirt free. Though the scales aren't sensitive, this was still a very new sensation to the blue devil. Now free, Dante came around front, his shirt in ribbons, "You owe me a new shirt." Tilting his head in confusion, Vergil waited for Dante to elaborate; completely unaware of his tail that was flicking about. However, it was Nero who chimed in, "Should get a blanket too- or some bubble wrap- No, wait, I've got it!" He smiled with another loud laugh, "Pool noodles!" Dante joined the laughter, "That's a great idea; we should get the bright-colored ones too-" "Just to be safe," a thick layer of sarcasm filled Nero's voice, "His scales blend in so well with the environment, you know." As the pair laughed, Vergil let out a low huff, crossing his arms, "What are you two on about?" Dante walked over to his twin, placing a heavy hand on one of the silver-scaled shoulder pauldrons adorning Vergil's shoulder, "That deadly weapon that's coming out of your ass-" "It comes from the middle of my back," a small huff left through his teeth, shoving Dante's hand away, "Perhaps it would be best not to stand directly behind me, Dante." "Yeah- Yeah, sure," Dante gave a dismissive wave, "you still need to learn to control your tail, Verge-" "I can control it just fine. Now," he continued straight through, not allowing the others to rebuke his statement, "could we get this over with? Or would you rather waste more time?" Rolling his eyes, Dante shook his head, "You really gotta learn to loosen up, Vergil-- have some fun," with a smile, Dante Sin Triggered and awaited orders from the cranky blue devil.

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helladirections · 2 years

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BBF1: With a Sea View

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 1 of ongoing universe Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view.

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 2

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“I said, use your words,” he scolded, bringing a hand down to grab at her chin and make her look up at him. His eyes were blown out already, filled with lust. “Thought you weren’t a little girl anymore, hm? Or do you still want to be treated like one?” She swallowed hard. Her heart was beating harder and faster than usual and she didn’t know what to say. “Well, if that’s how it’s gonna be then, fine. I’ll treat you like the little brat you are, would you like that?” Another nod. “Words.” “Yes.” “Yes sir,” he corrected her. “Yes sir.” “Good girl,” he said with a smile.

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It wasn’t fair.

How dare YN’s brother bring Harry on vacation when he knew they were awkward around each other. He was constantly teasing them both to the point it was incredibly annoying, but YN supposed that’s what older brothers do - make fun of their little sisters for literally everything. For years now, he had been convinced that YN had a crush on Harry. He taunted her about it constantly. And any time he brought it up YN couldn’t help but blush a little bit at the suggestion, making both the boys laugh and embarrassing her further.

Because the truth was of course she had a crush on Harry. How could she not? He was beautiful, and funny, and when he wasn’t laughing at her with her brother, he was actually really sweet to her. He had this way of smiling at her that made the butterflies in her stomach wake up like she was a teenager again. And he used pet names like ‘darling’ and ‘sweetheart’ so easily that even though she felt like the words were monumental he seemed to not even notice he was saying them to her. He defended her when her brother went too far and actually tried to include her when she was around.

But he would never actually think the same about her, how could he? Although only two years younger, she was always going to be just a kid in his eyes. An annoying little shadow that they couldn’t ever get rid of. The same little girl that used to hide behind the couch and eavesdrop on them when they played video games in the living room.

Of course she was unable to act normal around him. She tried not to be in the same room as him and her brother at the same time so she could avoid the teasing. And she always stumbled over her words when talking to him, desperate not to embarrass herself but only making it worse each time. Harry never said anything about the way YN acted around him, but she knew in the back of her head that he thought she was making a fool of herself.

So it wasn’t fair that YN’s parents had allowed her brother to bring Harry on family vacation to Italy, because this definitely would not be a vacation for YN when she was spiraling in her head about what it would mean to be around Harry 24/7. Not fair at all. She’d never be able to relax, she knew that for sure. And vacation was all about relaxing, wasn’t it? In the back of her mind she knew she’d always have to get fully dressed before breakfast, she’d be self conscious in her bathing suit at the pool or the beach, and she’d be overthinking every word she said when he was around.

Dinner on the third night of the trip had been by far the worst of it. Harry and her brother had been in a silly goofy mood all day and took advantage of the audience they had to tease YN even more than usual. They weren’t even creative, not really. It was all about how she was younger, or a joke about the way she ate her noodles, or a comment about the time she almost won a board game on family game night but Harry ended up coming out on top. Her brother was pushing all her buttons in that way that only siblings can. By the end of the meal she was frustrated and exhausted and ready to just be alone.

But when they were heading up to their hotel rooms, Harry surprised her by inviting her to join them for some drinks, and as much as she wanted to, YN really couldn’t say no. Not to Harry. Not when he was looking at her with clear, wide eyes and a soft smile. Before she even knew what she was doing she was nodding her head and following him towards his room to the left instead of her own room to the right and that’s how she ended up drinking beer with her brother and Harry on the balcony of Harry’s room after the sun had set.

The teasing didn’t stop just because the meal ended. No, he was still going at her hard to the point where YN was very glad she had alcohol in her hand to turn to. She didn’t notice, but Harry had stopped joining in, and was actually frowning with a slight furrow to his brow as her brother continued his torment.

“Don’t make me tell him about the time you were 11 at grandma’s!” YN responded to a particularly harsh comment, trying to hold her own after enduring days of endless annoyances from her brother.

“If you do, I'll just have to tell Harry about the time in third grade,” he said back to her. “Wouldn’t want your little crush to know about that, hm?.”

YN rolled her eyes, trying desperately to come up with something to stand her ground before Harry cut in.

“Eh, be nice to her, mate. She’s probably had enough.” Harry kicked him lightly from his seat, shifting his attention away from her.

YN smiled at him through the soft sea wind, grateful that he was willing to put an end to some of the taunting. It had already been a long day.

“Don’t go getting soft on me, Styles,” he complained with an eye roll.

Harry just shrugged, looking over the YN and then back to her brother again. “I’m not. Just… been doing this a lot, yeah? Give her a break.”

“Fine, fine,” he relented with a grumble. He looked down at his phone and saw the time, eyebrows raising up on his forehead. “Looks like it’s time to hop in the shower then, if you’re not gonna let me fulfill my big brother responsibilities.”

Harry gave a soft smile as YN’s brother stood up from his chair.

“Pool tomorrow after breakfast?”

“Sure, mate. See you then,” Harry responded as he walked out the door.

And then it was quiet.

YN was alone with Harry, which was exactly the situation she had been trying to avoid this whole trip. She desperately searched her mind for an excuse to leave, anything to get away from him before she made a fool of herself. But she came up with nothing.

Another gust of wind passed over them, smelling like the ocean below. The waves were crashing on the shore in the distance, and a few birds were speaking up as well. Trees lining the shoreline rustled in the wind. The walking path along the shore was empty as people had retreated back to their homes or hotels, so aside from the nature sounds it was quiet.

“Tell me about your day then, only saw you at dinner. Do anything exciting?”

YN shrugged. “Went to the museum with my mom, not too exciting though. Was gonna go to the pool in the afternoon but you were already down there so I took my book down to the beach instead.”

“Why would us being at the pool be an issue?” he asked, clearly confused.

“I uh…” She didn’t want to admit the real reasons - that she didn’t want him to see her in her bikini because she wasn’t confident enough in her body, that she didn’t want to see him in the pool, wet and without a shirt on. So she told him the third reason, “didn’t want to deal with my brother making fun of me around you again.”

YN saw Harry’s face drop then.

“Hey, don’t let him get to you,” Harry said softly. “I know he can be harsh, but he says those things because he loves you. You’ll always be his baby sister, yeah?”

YN nodded her head. “Yeah, I know,” she sighed, taking another sip of the beer in her hand. She had realized years ago that he would only ever see her as a little kid. “He’s usually right about things anyway.”

“What things?”

And YN froze. She had gone too far. He was right about her crush on Harry and he was right that she was embarrassed to be around him and he was right that she had a dream about him one time a few months ago. But she would never tell Harry that.

“Just… things…” she said, blushing deeply.

Harry hummed in response, taking a sip of his own drink before placing it on the coffee table and leaning back in his chair. It was silent for a moment, except for the ocean noises below them. YN even closed her eyes, trying to tune into the ambient noises and out of the embarrassing corner she had backed herself into.

“Is he right about your crush on me?” Harry broke the silence.

YN’s eyes shot open. She expected Harry to have a smug look on his face, to use this as fodder for more jokes down the line. But his eyes were clear and genuine, head cocked to the side as he waited for her response.

“Um…” YN bit on her lower lip, looking away from him.

“YN,” he said, bringing her attention back to him. “It’s ok if you do. Quite flattering, really.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” she scoffed, taking another sip and shaking her head.

“No, I… well I do want you to feel better but that’s not the point.” He paused for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts. “I uh… well it’s really ok if you have a crush on me because um… I have a crush on you too actually.”

At his words, swallowed a sip of her drink wrong and started hysterically coughing, shocked at his admission.

“Oh shit, are you ok?” he asked, standing up and coming behind her to rub on her back in an attempt to soothe her.

“I’m fine,” she said through a cough. “Just… went down the wrong pipe.”

She kept coughing though, loudly, practically hacking up a lung. Harry darted away from her then, and she instantly missed the feeling of his hand on her back. When he came back with a glass of water she tried to smile as she took it from him, but the coughing fit only continued. He let his hand rest at the top of her back, offering his support.

Finally after drinking a few sips she felt like she could breathe again. The corners of her eyes were watering and her face was red for several reasons. Harry sat down again, and she looked back at him before speaking with a scratchy voice.

“Sorry just… took me by surprise.”

Harry smiled, scooting his chair a little closer to YN now that it was just the two of them.

“S’alright,” he said softly. “I uh… I meant it though.”

YN had to stop and think about what to say in return. Harry, her brother’s best friend, who she'd known for years, had just admitted to having a crush on her. Although only two years older, he had always seemed so unattainable. He belonged to her brother and she only got to spend time with him on occasion. She wasn’t even really his friend. Just… friend adjacent.

“But how, though?” She instantly furrowed her brows, mad at herself for asking such a stupid question.

“How could I not?” he answered easily.

“Because I’m…me? I’m your friend’s annoying little sister?”

Harry chuckled a bit. “You haven’t been the annoying little sister in a long time, YN. Maybe to him, but not to me.”

She could feel the blood start to rush to her cheeks again.

“Is that why he always made such a big deal of it, trying to embarrass me? Because he knew you liked me too?”

“Oh god no,” Harry said, shaking his head with a smile. “Tried to hide it as best I could for that exact reason. He doesn’t need to know. Not yet, anyway.”

“Yet?”

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed in response, not really answering the millions of questions swirling around in YN’s mind. “On second thought, it’s probably a good thing you didn’t come down to the pool with us today. Not sure I would’ve been able to handle myself seeing you in that little blue bikini you like.”

YN was stunned silent, but Harry continued.

“And, I think maybe you would’ve had a little trouble as well. You’re not a little girl anymore, YN, and I know you have some naughty thoughts going through your head when you look at me sometimes.”

She nodded her head silently.

“That’s what I thought.”

He leaned forward then, letting his hand rest on YN’s thigh just below where her shorts ended. Her skin felt like it was on fire, like his hand was electric. She felt her body buzzing, begging for more.

“Now tell me, YN, what are some of the things you’ve thought about me?”

Her cheeks felt hot, a combination of the blushing and the coughing, and she was convinced there was no more blood in her body. All of it was rushing up to her face or down to her core and everything in between was probably pale as the sand below them.

“Do you need some help remembering? Have you thought about me in your bed?”

She nodded, shocking herself that she was willing to admit it.

“Aw how sweet,” it came out a little bit less than genuine. “And have you thought of my hands on your body?” He let his palm stroke her skin slowly.

Another nod.

“And have you thought of my cock?”

YN swallowed hard and nodded again.

“Oh darling,” he said, more than a little condescendingly. “And what did you think about my cock, hm? Was it in your hand? Your mouth? Your pussy?”

She started to nod again, but this time Harry cut her off.

“Use your words, sweetheart. You’re not a kid anymore, remember?”

“Yes,” she whispered through a breath.

“Yes to which?”

“Yes to all three.”

“Oh, is that so,” he smirked. “Would you like to make that happen, right now?”

And even though a piece of her was still pretty convinced that this was all a joke somehow, she jumped at the opportunity anyway because it might never come again.

Harry stood up then, towering above her. His waist was about the high of her eyesight while she sat in the chair and she couldn’t help but notice his prominent bulge. She swallowed hard. She’d noticed it before, of course. But her mouth went dry at the thought of what was about to happen.

“On your knees then, come on,” he said, pulling her out of the chair by her arm.

She followed his lead, bringing her knees down to the wooden balcony below them. It was a bit rough, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Honestly, she wasn’t thinking about the surface at all, because now Harry was standing right in front of her, hand palming his own bulge beneath his shorts.

YN couldn’t help but stare at what he was doing. It was so mesmerizing. She had always assumed he was rather large, but now that she could clearly see the outline of his dick it was a whole different ball game. If he kept teasing her, she wasn’t sure how long she could control herself.

“Aw baby,” he cooed. “Do you wanna see it then?”

YN nodded her head rapidly without taking her eyes off of his hand.

She swallowed hard. Her heart was beating harder and faster than usual and she didn’t know what to say.

“Well, if that’s how it’s gonna be then, fine. I’ll treat you like the little brat you are, would you like that?”

Another nod.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes sir,” he corrected her.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” he said with a smile.

He was still holding her chin with one hand, grabbing at himself with the other. When he finally let go, YN let out a breath but actually felt a bit empty at the loss of contact. She never knew she would be into this kind of play. Well - she had a inkling a little while ago when scrolling through porn late one night but she had never actually tried it. And never imagined she would be trying it with Harry of all people. But so far, even just the words he was using, the tone, the power he held by standing over her, it was all going deep into her core. She blushed at the complement and felt goosebumps rise up on her skin, but that could have also just been because of the ocean air around them.

“Now,” he started, one hand reaching into his pants. He let out a short gasp when he grabbed himself, playing beneath the fabric where YN still couldn’t see. “I know how bad you want me. Have a feeling you’ve been wanting me for a long time, is that right?”

“Yes sir.”

He smiled at that. “Good girl, you’re learning.” With his free hand he reached down to stroke at her hair, and she leaned into his touch. It was gone too soon though. “I think you might be able to wait a little bit longer though, hm? Think I’d like to show you what good teasing is about. The kind where we’re both having fun. Where it pays off for everyone. What do you think of that? Is that ok with you, sweet girl?”

She looked at him, wide eyed, not entirely sure what he meant. But found herself agreeing to him anyway. The truth was she had known him for a long time, and she knew he was a good person; had heard the worst of what he had to say when she was hiding around the corner from him and her brother. She knew she could trust him.

“You’re a lot more agreeable now than you were at dinner,” he chuckled.

Without any warning then, he lowered his waistband and allowed his cock to spring free. It bobbed up, slapping against his stomach and leaving a small wet mark of precum above his belly button. He was big, really big, bigger than YN had ever seen or taken before. And he was hard. A thick vein was pulsing up the underside of his cock, his head a ruddy red, soon to be purple by the looks of it.

And YN’s mouth was practically watering. She wanted him more than she could ever remember wanting anyone ever. He was so close, she could just reach out and touch him if she wanted to. But she had a feeling he wouldn’t like that very much.

“Look at you,” he cooed. “Bet you’d swallow me whole right now if I gave you the chance, hm?”

“Yes sir,” she nodded her head quickly, finally looking away from his length and making eye contact.

“Don’t think I’ll give you that chance right now though,” he said with a shrug.

Harry started tugging at himself again, letting out a soft groan with his motions. YN couldn’t look away, it was captivating in a way she had never experienced before. She would take whatever he would give her, even if it just meant sitting and watching. But she had a feeling he would give her something more eventually - he was truly kind underneath it all.

“Like you down on your knees like that,” he mumbled under his breath, as if talking to himself. “Maybe I’ll let you taste me afterall... or maybe not.”

YN couldn’t help but whine.

“Oh you didn’t like that, did you? Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure you get what you need before I’m all done with you. Ok? Do you trust me?”

He stopped moving his hand then, leaning his head down to catch her eyes again. “YN, do you trust me?”

“Yes, Harry. I trust you.”

“Ok, good. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t like but... if you want me to stop you just have to say so, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Ok, good. Now where were we? Oh, that’s right.”

He brought his hand back down to touch himself, letting his head hang back on his shoulders, eyes closed as he breathed heavy through his mouth.

“Feels good. Do you think your hand would feel better?”

“Yes.”

“Ok then, let’s see it.”

YN swallowed hard as she scooted forward on her knees to bring herself closer to him. Timidly, she reached out with her left hand, letting it rest on his thigh. His skin was soft and warm, with just enough dark hair sprinkling over the area to remind her that he truly was a man standing in front of her. After a breath, she reached her right hand forward, holding his cock at the base and looking up to him as if to ask for permission, or guidance, or something.

“Alright then YN,” he said with a smile. He was leaning back against the balcony railing now, his hands spread to either side. “Show me what you can do.”

She nodded and got to work with one gentle stroke all the way up to his hand and back. And then she stopped, spit on her hand, and started again. This time she rubbed the wetness all around him for lubrication before building up a nice steady rhythm. He was visibly pulsing within her grasp, and she was loving it. Every few strokes she would bring her thumb up around the tip, reveling in the little grunts he would make in response.

It was clear by the way he was pulsing, breathing hard, and leaning back with his eyes closed that she was doing a good job. He was vocal, too, letting out little moans and groans and growls with nearly every stroke of her hand. But she wanted to do more, give him more. So she leaned forward and gently kissed at the now purple head, tasting just a little bit of salty precum on her lips.

But he didn’t react how she expected. Instead of a moan or some more praise, he stood straight up and grabbed her hand to move it way from him.

“I said your hand, baby. Not your mouth. Don’t be greedy. You show me you can be good and you’ll earn a chance to taste my cock”

YN couldn’t help but pout a little, biting her lip and looking away from him afraid that she had really messed up. He sounded mad. Had she misread the situation entirely? Did he not really want her, just wanted to get off quickly and that was it? Was he already regretting this? She didn’t know how to play this game, and maybe she was doing it all wrong.

“Honey,” he said softly, using one finger to lift her face up and look at him again. “You said you trusted me, yeah?” She nodded. “Good, so trust me. It’s not that I don’t want you, or want your mouth. It’s just that... fuck... if you suck me off I wont last long enough to get you to the good part, ok? You’ll get a taste next time, I promise.”

She perked up at that. Next time? There was going to be a next time?

“Ok, now stand up for me.”

He took her hand, helping her get back onto her feet. Her legs were already stiff, knees were a bit sore and definitely red. But she didn’t mind. She was standing so close to him now, could feel his breath on her face.

“I really want to kiss you, Harry,” she admitted softly.

He smiled softly. “Kisses are for good girls, YN. And you were just greedy. Do you think you deserve a kiss?”

She shook her head.

“That’s right, you don’t. But-” she looked back up at him. “But this is your first time playing like this with me, so I’m gonna cut you a break, ok?”

Her face lit up as his hand came around her body to rest on her lower back, setting off fireworks in her stomach at the contact. With his other hand, he brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear and held her face in his palm. She leaned into it, closing her eyes lightly.

It started off soft, gentle, kind. His lips were full and warm, enveloping her in tender feelings accented by light touches to her back and her cheek. She couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, sighing as she felt a sense of relief, a release of all the pressure and anticipation that had built up inside of her over the years. Her little childhood crush that never fully went away had finally come to fruition and he was kissing her on a balcony with the ocean in the background.

But once they found a rhythm, he picked things up a bit. His fingers gripped at her hips tightly, digging into her flesh in the most wonderful way. His lips pressed against her harder, tongue breaking through her lips and finding its way into her mouth to take what was his. Groans from him and delicate whimpers from her as they couldn't get enough of each other. She felt like she was on fire, the spark coming from his lips and the flames spreading throughout her entire body.

“Fuck, babe,” he said through a breath, forehead pressed to hers and eyes still closed. “If I knew kissing you was going to be that good, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

YN couldn't help but giggle in response as he took half a step back.

“Maybe you really are a good girl afterall, hm?”

She nodded. A seagull sounded off in the distance. The trees rustled. The waves crashed.

“I think I’m gonna make you cum now.” He said it so nonchalantly, like it was nothing. Which was incredibly frustrating to YN who felt like every single second of what was happening was monumental.

Harry looked around them before his eyes lit up with an idea.

“Gonna touch you while we look out at the ocean, what do you think of that? Would you like that?”

“Yes sir,” she whispered, even though no one else was around.

Sure they were going to be doing it out in the open, but the balcony was rather secluded. His room was on a corner and none of the rooms around them had balconies where people might be able to spot them. Plus, no one they cared about would be able to catch them in the act because they were all in their own rooms by now.

Harry guided her over to the railing, where she gripped the cool metal tightly with anticipation. He stayed behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck. His body was warm against the cool air, and YN felt herself immediately relaxing into his hold. Kissing his way up her neck, he eventually made it to her ear where he sucked on her lobe for just a moment before whispering.

“Gonna make my pretty girl cum with a sea view. Gonna make you wetter than the ocean.”

“Please,” she whined.

Harry chuckled. “Well when you ask so nicely...”

With one hand he trailed down her tummy until he found the waistband of her shorts. She was wearing a pair of old running shorts made with a bit of elastic, which he snapped back against her skin. Hissing at the feeling, YN could tell that all her senses were on high alert now. Every touch, every breath, every sound was stronger than she ever remembered experiencing.

Softly and slowly, Harry’s hand traveled underneath the waistband, over her mound and down to her core. She spread her legs a bit to give him better access as he let one finger trail up and down the wet spot on her panties.

“Fuck, darling,” he whispered. “So wet for me already.”

“Yes,” she moaned softly.

He stroked up and down the spot for a moment before traveling up just a bit and finding her clit. It took a few seconds but once he found the spot she felt her muscles clenching and let out a little squeak of pleasure and surprise.

“Harry, please. I need more. I need you, please,” she begged.

Without changing his pace, he laughed again. “S’like an on/off button for you, hm? Couldn’t find any words before and now you’re begging me like your life depends on it.”

In any other circumstance she would have been embarrassed, blushing and hiding her gaze from him. But in that moment, she didn’t even care. In fact, she liked it.

“Please, H. ‘m so wet. Wanna feel you,” she begged.

Harry ground his hips into her rear then, and she could feel his still hard length against her bum. Her breath hitched at the feeling.

“Wanna feel you too, baby. But we’ll get there. Right now I just want you to relax and look at the view. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes sir.”

He lifted his hand up just enough to slide beneath the thin fabric of her panties, fingerpads finally coming in contact with her most sensitive bits. Much like their kiss, he started off slow and gentle, getting a feel for YN and her body, how she reacted to things, what kinds of rhythm and pressure she liked. But when she started rocking her hips against his hand to get more friction, he could only hold back for so much longer before he lost all self control.

“Such a tight little cunt you got,” he whispered.

With one arm still around her stomach he held her close to him, breathing heavily directly into her ear as his other hand sped up. Two fingers inside of her, he quickened his pace while simultaneously curling his fingers up and searching for that special spot inside of her. After a few tries, he found it and she let out a noise somewhere between a squeak and a moan.

“Prettiest sound I’ve heard, I think,” he told her.

“Harry,” she moaned into the night air.

They found a rhythm that worked well for them, Harry eventually adding a third finger into her pussy and using the heel of his palm to rub against her clit at the same time. It was a bit of a stretch, a new feeling that she never wanted to let go of. She could feel the tension building up in her lower tummy, the heat filling the area as she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would explode.

“I bet y’thinking about my cock right now, hm? How bad you want in your mouth. Gagging on it. Is that right? That’s what you’re good for, right? Warming my cock?”

YN released another moan at his words.

“Close... Harry I’m close,” she warned him.

“I know baby. Gonna give you what you need, alright?”

“I need-’

“I didn’t ask.” He punctuated his remark with a harder thrust of his fingers, her breath catching in her throat for a moment.

The hand around her stomach started moving then, traveling up her torso. She expected him to grab at her tits, to play with them a bit. The act never gave her much sensation but she knew most men were into it. But he only grazed over the area lightly before his hand spread out on her upper chest, just below her neck.

With a comforting voice, he spoke to her. “You need me to stop, or go softer, you tell me, alright?”

She nodded her head.

He grabbed around her neck then, most of the pressure on the sides over her carotid arteries rather than actually blocking her breathing. She let out a deep, guttural moan that had him laughing behind her.

It was almost too much, then. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder for a moment, but he shook her off quickly.

“Want you looking at the view, baby. See the ocean down there?”

“Yes.”

“See the beach? Think you’re gonna down there tomorrow again? Wear that little blue bikini... get wet in the ocean... stretch your body out in the sand?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Gonna let me watch you? Not gonna run away from me anymore, hm?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Can’t wait to see you in the water, getting yourself wet for me,” he said, breath heavy in her ear. “I’ll wear the little short swim trunks… show you all my tattoos…”

“Harry please,” she moaned.

“I know darling, I know. Do you feel good?”

“So good.”

Harry started leaving soft kisses behind her ear, down her neck, onto her back. Somehow, he managed to be tender and sweet with his lips while simultaneously choking her and finger fucking her outside with his hands.

“When you’re ready, I want you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“Yes Harry,” she moaned again.

His forearm flexed against her lower body as he continued his motions, not stopping or slowing down even once. He kissed back the same trail across her shoulders, her neck, and up to her ear again, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered.

And she just couldn’t hold it back any longer. The tension and the heat in her belly peaked as the ball inside of her seemed to pop. She gasped loudly in time with her release, eyes squeezed tightly, hands grasping the metal bars of the balcony so hard her knuckles turned white. Her gasp turned into a deep groan, then a light moan before finally a whimper as he helped her ride out her orgasm on his fingers.

It wasn’t until her legs wiggled and she stood up on her toes to get some distance from the overstimulation that he finally ceased his movements. His hand around her neck dropped down to hold lightly at her hip. With one last light rub over her wet lips, he slipped his hand out of her shorts, patting the area from the outside lightly before bringing his hand up to the dim light seeping through the curtains behind him.

The wetness on his fingers glistened in the light.

“Holy fucking shit, look at that,” he mumbled.

She turned her head to see, but had to turn her whole body as he brought his hand to his lips, sucking her taste off his fingers.

“Taste so sweet,” he told her.

“Wanna taste you now,” she told him, voice still soft.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up first. Can taste me in the shower, how about that?”

She nodded her head quickly.

“Words,” he reminded her.

“Yes! I mean... yes, sir. Please.”

“Alright, come this way then.”

He tasted like the ocean, and the pool, and the sun and the stars.

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Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader.

AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter.

(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)

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WARNINGS: Mentions of drinking (they're at a bar) Eddie is sweaty

WORDCOUNT: 5k

CHAPTER 3: THE GANGS ALL HERE

It took about fifteen minutes for the house to become a loud mess of young teens and young adults. Passing between the open door to the backyard, people dipping their feet in the pool, some hovering in the kitchen, and of course Steve, watching Robin with his hands on his hips as she manned the grill. He still didn't trust her enough to cook by herself, and you could only reassure him so many times, but still he refuses to fully believe you.

The gang included, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, who was dating Max. Mike Wheeler and his sister Nancy Wheeler. Will Byers and his brother Johnathan Byers, who was dating Nancy. But Nancy was also Steves ex but they somehow get along really well?. Jane Hopper, who was will and Jonathans step sister, and she was dating Mike.

You sat on the edge of the pool next to Max watching Dustin and Mike battle it out with pool noodles.

"It's crazy to think all of you have grown up together" You comment.

Max turned to you, a small smile on her lips as she looked at you over the top of her red sunglasses. "Everyone always says that" She laughed. "They're the siblings I never had, and although they are all a huge pain in my ass I'm glad I became friends with them, trauma and all"

"Were you at the mall too? With the fire and all that?" you asked quietly.

"Uh yeah, most of us were actually" She seemed like she wanted to say more but closed her mouth. Forcing a tight lipped smile while she looked at me.

"That must have been scary, I can only imagine... But you don't have to talk about it, I get it, I'm sorry for prying" Instantly panicking that you might have crossed a line with the small red head but she laughed instead.

"No don't worry about it, people always ask about it, it's kind of an unbelievable story"

you nodded, turning your attention back to everyone around the backyard. Mike and Jane were sat close together on one of the lounge chairs, deep in conversations while their hands were intertwined.

"Hey can I ask you a question?" You said turning back to Max.

"Yeah of course"

"Who's the guy in the band? The show tomorrow?" your brows furrow, squinting through the sun.

"Eddie?"

You shrug. "Robin hasn't told me his name, keeps referring to him as 'an old friend' for some reason"

Max snorted. "Eddie Munson, he's the dungeon master for the DnD club all the guys were in at school. Or at least he was before he graduated, that's how we all know him, cause of those nerds" She said gesturing to the boys in the pool.

"Eddie Munson" You repeated. His named felt smooth on your tongue, a name you get used to saying... It replayed in your mind over and over again like a spell.

The rest of the night was actually quite peaceful. You all sat around the little campfire and exchanged stories, some good, some cringe, relating to old high school moments, and newer ones from the younger kids. They all seemed so mature for their age. All of them seeming to know more than me, and maybe they had been through more than they let on. But they were all so sweet nonetheless. It was obvious how much they loved and cared for each other.

After the sun had long gone down, we all cramped into the basement to watch a movie, and after almost an hour of back and forth yelling on which movie was better and why you ended up falling asleep about ten minutes into the movie. When you woke up the movie had ended and static played on the tv, lighting up the crowded couch where they all were fast asleep and all tucked around each other. You snuck away to grab your camera and snapped a picture of them, it was too cute for you not to.

"You're such a creep" Robin whispered to you. Waking up from her spot on the other couch, stretching her arms over her head.

"They look cute, sue me" you said without looking at her. "I'm going to head up to bed" you said, attempting to speak through your yawn.

Heading for the stairs you turned back to robin before leaving "Robin?" You said quietly.

"mhmm?"

"I really like your friends. I can see why you keep them around, I've never seen you so happy"

She blushed, the pink still prominent enough in the white glow of the tv. "Thanks... They really like you as well, they can't believe I found another cool friend honestly" She looked at them with fondness in her eyes.

"Goodnight Robby"

You happily tucked yourself into your bed for the week, sinking into the lavish pillows surrounding you.

You woke up the next morning around nine thirty, stretching out your arms and legs. After a few extra minutes of staring at the ceiling you finally got up and creeped into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and peaking into Robins room to see if she was awake yet. She wasn't.

You grabbed a pair of fuzzy socks and tugged them on before quietly making your way downstairs.

Feeling your shoulders relax when you realized you were probably the only one awake right now. You take your time snooping around the kitchen until you eventually found everything you needed to make coffee. You laughed to yourself knowing Robin would curse you for using instant coffee instead of 'the real stuff' considering you worked at a coffee shop. But something about instant coffee just hit perfectly in the morning.

Holding your mug of coffee to your chest you walked over to the large sliding doors to the backyard. Admiring the sun slowly filtering through the trees, bearing down a comfortable warmth before the heat of the afternoon was sure to hit.

You don't know when, or how long Steve had been in the kitchen but when he placed his own mug down on the counter; the ceramic noise of the cup meeting marble startled you and you flinched slightly, your coffee swirling in your mug threatening to spill more than the few splashes that hit your shirt.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" Steve chuckled, his voice low and still groggy. from sleep. Hair a mess of a mop on the top of his head, yet it had somehow gained volume. "You're up early" He said while beginning to fix himself a cup of coffee.

"This is actually pretty late for me, I'm used to getting up so early for work" You pout. "This is the first time I've had more than two days off in a row"

"Really?" Steve said walking over to stand next to you. "How come you work so much?"

"I'm too nice to say no" you sigh, looking down into your coffee cup.

Taking a sip of his own, he nodded with a silent agreement. "That's like me and those little shits asleep downstairs. The amount of times I've considered moving back here just for them"

"You really are quite the babysitter aren't you? Robin makes jokes about it all the time, but it's different seeing you actually with them" you joke, bumping your shoulder into his.

Quiet footsteps from the basement stairs were heard behind you, both you and Steve turning to see who was creeping up the steps. It was Max with her two braids a little messy, a few strands coming untucked. "Oh thank god someone else is awake" She breathed while walking into the kitchen.

"I tried to stay down there but it's so boring when none of them are awake, and Dustins snoring was driving me crazy" Rolling her eyes she began searching through Steves cupboards, and drawers. The two of you continue to watch as she shifted around the kitchen, looking for whatever it was she was looking for. After a few minutes, she had laid out a bunch of bowls and other cooking utensils.

With a huff she leaned with both hands agaisnt the counter and looked up at Steve. "Steve do you have stuff to make pancakes?"

"Obviously" Steve said running a hand through his hair. "Of course I have stuff for pancakes" he scoffed while joining her on the other side of the counter.

As the smell of pancakes, syrup and bacon, filled the air, more and more of the gang slowly began to filter in and out of the kitchen. Grabbing a serving of pancakes and sitting around the kitchen and outside in the backyard to enjoy the morning warmth before it got too hot. You settled with three pancakes, adding sliced bananas on top and drowned them in syrup. "Max these are incredible" You say after swallowing a sticky mouthful of pancake and banana.

"Hey she didn't do all of the work!" Steve yelled over the sound of the kitchen sink, elbows deep in soapy water.

After a day of laying in the sun by the pool, and swimming until your arms hurt it was time to start getting ready for the show tonight. Most of the gang had gone home to get ready which left you alone sat on the floor surrounded by every item of clothing you had brought. You pouted at your choices, none of them seeming to satisfy you. With a groan you leaned back until you were laying on the floor.

"Somehow I always find you on the floor" Robin said from the door. "What's your dilemma this time" She said coming to join you on the floor

"I don't know what to wear" you grumbled, throwing an arm over your eyes.

"Just like, wear something all black, it's a pretty metal band, and a dingy bar so you don't have to try so hard to fit in"

Leaning up onto my elbows you surveyed your options once more. "Do I look like I wear all black?" you say gesturing to the colourful and mismatched pile of clothing.

Robin rolled her eyes. Leaning forward onto her knees she rummaged through the clothes, mumbling to herself as she went along.

"Here" She said shoving a full outfit into your hands. "Go put it on" She poked at your sides until you were laughing and helped you up off the floor. Shoving you towards to bathroom to get dressed.

It was the Metallica shirt that usually you wore exclusively for sleeping. A pair of black shorts, with rainbow striped socks and your converse. It was a simple outfit, and you were kind of annoyed you didn't consider it in the first place. "Perfect!" Robin said jumping up and down while clapping her hands. "You look so cute"

You blush, avoiding her gaze. "You said it was a metal band?"

"Yeah, super metal, very loud, I never know what they're singing half the time, but I'm there to support" She said shrugging, jumping a few times while buttoning up her jeans.

Going with the theme of black, you did some messy black eyeliner, smudging it out around the edges to give it a more 'alternative' vibe, whatever that meant. but I smudged it out more. You added a lightly tinted lipgloss giving your lips a perfect cherry pink color.

The hideout was about an hour away from the centre of Hawkins, the bar stationed at the very edge of the town in an almost deserted area with only a few other buildings around it. The neon sign outside of the door flickered, half of it burnt out but still trying illuminated the large bald man who sat on a stool right next to the door, probably there to card minors, but by the looks of him he probably let most of them in.

Once inside the bar was exactly what you would picture any old dingy bar to look like. Wonky wooden floors that were abused by the heavy footed men who spilled their drinks after having one too many, or knocking over the tall bar tables in some sort of petty fight they wouldn't remember in fifteen minutes. The lights low, so only the few yellow wall lights filled the room with a faint glow. A couple of red faux leather booths across the left side of the bar, closest to the bathrooms that you could only imagine smelled like that weird portapotty chemical smell.

You scrunched your nose at the thought. Most of the gang ran over to grab seats in the booths while Robin lead you to the bar.

"What can I get for you two ladies?" the bar tender asked. He was tall and thick with muscle. Covered in tattoos, and some of them definitely looked gang related, but you didn't let your eyes linger on them very long.

"Could I get a vodka and coke?" Robin asked, her fingers tapping anxiously against the hardwood of the bar top.

The bartender nodded and then looked at you. "Just a sprite would be great" I said smiling. "Also thank you"

His lips lifted ever so slightly into a small smile as he went about making our drinks. You smile to yourself, feeling accomplished from making the mean tough man smile.

"You're not drinking?" Robin asks with a raised brow, fingers still tapping away as she spoke.

"I can feel a headache brewing, don't want to make it worse by drinking tonight" it wasn't a lie, you decently did have a headache brewing, tension from the nerves of finally meeting the mystery man named Eddie. If you added alcohol into the mix tonight you'd be in for a rude awakening tomorrow.

Robin hummed, barely paying attention to what you said, her eyes searching every crevice of the bar.

"Anxious about Vickie?"

Her eyes were wide, and she was so jittery she looked like a chihuahua. "No! Why would I be? Of course I'm not anxious" she said quickly, but folded even quicker.

"Well yes, a lot actually, she said she would be here, but what if she doesn't show?" She eagerly grabbed her drink the minute the bartender set them down. You give him another small smile before slapping down some cash for the drinks, and a couple into his tip jar.

"You talked to her on the phone today right?" Robin nodded, sipping her drink. "And she said she was coming, and that she was really excited to see you right?" You asked, repeating her words from earlier.

"Yeah she did"

"So then she'll be here Robin don't worry about it" you give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and she smiles, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

"I'm sorry for freaking out about it so much"

"Don't apologize, that's what best friends are for, we sign up to listen to you freak out about the same thing a million times, s'just our job" you shrug.

She rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to say something witty probably but the uproar of the gang behind the two of you made her turn around. "Oh!" She yelled and quickly made her way over to the booths. Confused you follow and watched as she envelopes a tall man with long curly hair in a hug. You assume this was the 'Eddie', Max had told you about yesterday but you could only see the back of him.

Shyly sliding next to Robin, who now held him at arms length, you were finally able to see him.

My god was he beautiful. You don't know why Robin didn't tell you; You guess the whole being a lesbian thing it probably didn't even occur to her. His skin looked like porcelain, and his eyes were such chocolate brown you were sure they would make anyone who made eye contact with him melt. He was smiling while Robin babbled to him, words you couldn't even make out because you were so entranced by him. He had dimples, and deep lines that formed when he smiled around his eyes and mouth. His face so full of expression, giving you exactly the response you would want from whatever you told him. When his eyes flickered to yours it felt like time had stopped. He furrowed his brows, just slightly, clearly confused as to who you was, but there was something in his eyes you couldn't quite make out, but it made them sparkle.

"Oh! Let me finally introduce you two" Robin said turning towards you. Snapping you out of your thoughts you shook your head a little, plastering a smile on my face and reaching your hand out towards him.

"She's a she?" He said turning to robin. "I thought your roommate was a dude this entire time?"

"No you dingus, I've talked about her before, and she is very much a she, not a dude. Not my fault you gendered a nickname" She said rolling her eyes and returning to the gang behind you. Everyone clearly already having said their hellos, leaving us to get to know each other a little.

"Sorry about that" you blush.

He smiled at you, bringing his hand forward engulfing yours with his and shook it lightly. He repeated your name, and it sounded like heaven coming from his lips. You correct him, and give him your nick name which you prefer to be called but he ignores it, glancing down at your shirt.

"That's my shirt?" He said letting go of your hand to tug at the hem of the fabric.

"Huh?" you look down at his hand and then back up at him.

"This is mine, I thought I lost it, but you of all people have it?" He said raising his eyebrow.

"Oh Robin gave it to me, she didn't want to throw it out, so I took it" You say shyly, looking down at your feet. "I usually sleep in it, I don't listen to them so I feel bad if I wear it out"

"So you're wearing your pyjamas at a bar?" He teased.

You bit the inside of your cheek and smiled up at him. "I didn't pick out the outfit alright? I'm a lot more colourful than this" You say waving a hand up and down your body.

"I can tell" He said with a laugh. "Alright I gotta head to the stage, I hope you enjoy the show, even if you don't listen to stuff like this"

"I'm sure I will, break a leg up there" You say, giving him a small thumbs up. He crossed both his fingers on each hand in return.

When he made it to the stage you grabbed robin; maybe a little too aggressively as she almost spilled her drink all over the floor. "Why didn't you tell me he looked like that?" you spat, trying not to get the attention of the rest of the group.

"Huh?"

"Eddie!" you exclaim.

"What about Eddie?"

"Oh my god" You ran a hand over your face. "He looks like a fucking sex god Robin and you let me leave the house looking like this?"

"You look cute!" She argued.

"Maybe! Not cute enough for him" You say throwing your hands up in the air.

"Wait do you like Eddie?" she asks excitedly

"Well I don't know him, so I can't say yes to that, but his fucking face apparently has a way of making me have feelings that's for sure"

Robin snorted. "Oh my god I can't believe you're crushing on Eddie"

"Robin I swear to god, if you say anything to anyone I will spill so much lego on the floor of your room you will never be able to walk comfortably ever again"

"I never said I was going to say anything!" She said in defence. "But no, I won't say anything. He for sure thinks you're pretty though" she said into her glass.

"How would you know that?" you snort

"Because he's staring at you" she said smiling.

A panicked quick glance to your right to see that he in fact, really was staring at you. He seemed lost in thought, his drummer talking to him passionately, his hands flying, all while Eddies eyes stayed locked on you. Blushing, you ended up being the first one to break eye contact, but Eddies eyes didn't stray from you for very long.

About five minutes later Vickie finally showed up and ran full speed to Robin, hugging her so tightly while burying her head into Robins shoulder. They stood like that for a few minutes before finally breaking apart to give each other a cluster of kisses, laughing the whole time.

You smiled while you watched them, knowing Robin had nothing to worry about. Vickie is hopelessly in love with that woman.

More people filtered in and eventually people were standing shoulder to shoulder. Robin and Steve creating a protective amount of space around you, knowing know more about these types of crowds. Feeling very grateful to have them as friends who take such good care of you.

When Eddie emerged from the stage again he had removed his leather jacket. Now only a loose black tank top hung over his broad shoulders. His hair tugged half up into a bun to keep it out of his face. When he spoke into the mic I watched as his lips grazed the metal of it with each word.

"How ya doing Hawkins?" His voice echoed through the bar. People cheering and clapping at the sound of his voice.

"It's been a while, but I could never forget my favourite place" Another round of cheers. "Were gunna play a couple of our songs, but we wanna end it with the one that started it all, which is a cover of Metallicas Master of Puppets"

The gang excitedly screamed and clapped, encouraging him.

"Alright, that being said let's get this show fucking started" He almost growled those last few words before he and the rest of his band started jamming on their instruments. Grabbing your camera out of your bag, you snapped a couple pictures of Eddie. For the memories... Obviously.

They were insane. You couldn't really understand the words, and you could feel your headache grow, but being able to watch each of them individually and how much passion they put into their performance it was worth it.

Eddie looked like be belonged up there, like he was born to be on a stage, or at least the centre of attention. How could he not be with a face like that. His head bobbing along to the music as his fingers diligently worked up and down the neck of his guitar. His tongue jutting out over his top lip as he concentrated on the chords. His bangs were clinging to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face and onto his chest. The once loose fitting tank top now clung to his damp torso.

When he finally opened his eyes again he looked right at you but it felt like he was looking through you. It felt like your heart had stopped and time had stood still for the second time tonight. You could see Robin look at you out of the corner of your eye but refused to give her the satisfaction of looking back at her.

When the show finally ended, the entire gang was so hyped up and excited. Apparently Eddie and his band had been traveling a bit around the U.S doing small shows, and people seemed to really enjoy them!

We were all gathered around an old van at the side of the bar while the band came in and out, putting all their equipment in the back of the van. You scuffed the toe of your shoe off the ground while you waited with the rest of them. Robin and Vickie had been attached at the hip the minute Vickie entered the bar, so you drifted off to the side, afraid of bothering the rest of them.

When Eddie came out and the gang got loud again, all of them exchanging hugs, and 'welcome homes'. You leaned against the side of the van watching them, Unable to hide the smile seeing them have so much love for their friend. A heart grunt from the door next to you made you turn, one of the band guys struggling to carry something. His hand was slipping and made the weight off so you jogged over quickly to grab the other end of whatever it was that he was carrying. It looked like it was an amp.

"Thanks!" He smiled and huffed.

"I couldn't just stand there and watch you struggle" You said while straining to keep your end of the amp up high enough to lift up into the van. He let you shift your end in first, clearly noticing your slight struggle. You dusted off your hands on your shorts once the amp was successfully placed into the van.

"Thanks again" He said raising his hand up to you for a high five you smacked his hand, leaving the two of you with a stingy palm

"No problem"

"I'm Gareth by the way" he said introducing himself quickly before returning to the inside of the bar.

Going back to leaning against the van you crossed your arms over your chest, rubbing your arms and resting your hands on the tops of your shoulders, fighting off the small chill from the light breeze rolling by. Closing your eyes you leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the van, letting yourself relax into it slightly, the cold temperature soothing the dull ache behind your eyes.

"So how'd you like the show?"

Eddies voice startled your, your eyes snapping open with a small flinch.

He laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" He said holding up his hands in defence.

"It's okay" you laughed. "But I liked it. It was cool seeing you up there, very wild" You said honestly.

"I'm not like that all the time"

"What a rockstar?"

"Well yeah, I'm just a big nerd, town freak, all that good stuff" He said shrugging with a small smile.

"Aren't we all?" You asked tilting your head to the side. "Probably why we all get along so well huh?" You nod towards the slowly dispersing group of friends.

He laughed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, leaning back onto the balls of his feet, with his shoulders tucked up high near his ears. The loud bang of the doors of the van closing made the both of us jump.

"Good to go Ed" Gareth said giving him a thumbs up.

"Thanks man" Eddie said with a salute. He turned back to you quickly. "Where you staying? Steves?"

"Uh yeah"

"I'll drive you" He said pulling out his keys from his pocket.

"Oh no that's okay I came with- Wait where did she go" You looked around for Robin, spinning in a full circle. "She left with Vickie didn't she"

"About ten minutes ago, when you were helping Gareth with the amp"

"The sex better be worth it if she's abandoning me" You say with fake annoyance.

"Your chariot awakes m'lady" He said while dipping into a bow.

"Why thank you kind sir" You quip with a terrible fake British accent, accompanied by a clumsy curtsy. Eddie reached for your hand, grabbing it and leading you up to the passenger side of the van which you now realized was his. He opened the door and continued to hold your hand to help me up and into the seat. After closing your door he jogged around the front and quickly got into the drivers seat.

You clipped in your seatbelt, setting your bag on the floor by your feet. "Is it okay if I cross my legs?" You asked looking towards him.

"Yeah why wouldn't it be?" He said turning around, one hand placed on the back of your headrest as he reversed out of the parking spot. You could smell him like this, sweat, beer, and some sort of cologne you couldn't decipher.

"Didn't know if you were one of those car people" You joke while tucking your legs up and crossing them.

"You mean like Steve?" He said glancing at you.

"Exactly that"

"This van is probably older than me, it reeks of weed and cigarettes, you could pretty much do anything in here, I don't mind"

"I'll keep that in mind for when I have to pee" You tease. "I'll just pee my pants"

He scrunched his nose. "Okay maybe no pissing on my seats"

"Too late, I make no promises"

"You're funny. I like it"

"Oh, uh, thank you" You blush looking down at your hands, suddenly finding the nail polish on them very interesting.

"So, tell me about yourself"

You groan. "That's like the worst way to get to know someone!"

"How is that the worst way to get to know someone? It's such a simple question!" He argued.

"Oh it absolutely isn't! It's like the worst question they ask you at job interviews, I never know what they want to hear!"

He laughed loudly and you couldn't help but laugh with him. His head tilting back slightly. "Okay well what do you want me to know about you?"

"Oh fuck that seems even harder... Let me think about that for a moment" You said, and he let you. You sat in silence for a few minutes while you racked your brain for anything you thought was maybe interesting enough about yourself to tell him.

"I like taking pictures?" You say, catching a side glance at him.

"What do you like to take pictures of?" He asked without a beat, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

"Anything really, I journal them often"

"You journal them?"

"Yeah, I tape them into a notebook, with kind of like a diary entry about whatever I wanna write about, and then I'll say something about the pictures and then cover the page with stickers and doodles"

"Are you gunna put the pictures of me in there?"

Your heart squeezed. "Yeah I might" you admit "You gunna be jealous if I don't?"

"My heart would be absolutely crushed princess" He said while taking one hand off of the wheel to clutch at his heart.

Princess.

A small giggled bubbled in your chest, and a snort escaped amongst the laugh you let out.

"What a wonderful sound that is" he said with a dreamy sounding sigh.

"What is?"

"Your laugh" he said turning to glance at you.

#hellfiremunsonn #hellfiremunsonn stuckwithme #eddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson x female reader

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superconductivebean · 1 month

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#873: Bell & West Towers Breakdown

Hello, me again with yet another castle breakdown tomfoolery, as per requested by the amazing @the-magiarcheologist. 💙🦅

Other breakdowns: >>>Faculty Tower | >>>DADA Tower

Compared to the other two towers, neither Bell nor West Tower have anything of peculiarity, however, it's worth noting a few things here and there and about them nonetheless. This is going to be a long one, as I included North Hall and the Map Chamber. ^ ^

Let's start with the brief overlook of the castle's exterior:

Red sections of the castle + Greenhouse are out of the focus of this post, but if you're interested in me covering them, follow either of the link or make a request! :3

Not going to lie, I thought this post would be rather short, as half of the Bell tower is a hollow void:

and upper floors of the West tower are nothing more but a veneer:

The Music Room's stained glass pattern doesn't translate to the castle's exterior:

It wouldn't be fair to leave it at that, I thought. So let me quickly break down the remaining parts of the North Hall -- its noodle underground level, full of undercrofts, halls, and subsequently, the Map Chamber. But before that, me personal thump-thump at the forehead: Long Gallery is going right under the Library and Central Hall fountain area:

The Medusa Painting Room has a window that simply shouldn't let in any light yet it does change throughout the day despite literally being situated in the castle's dungeons:

Same visual tee-hee seen on the back window in the Fig's classroom.

Transfiguration Courtyard's dragon fountain likely hides the skybox :3

And almost directly underneath it sits the Alchemy classroom:

@boxdstars' favourite location is directly underneath History of Magic classroom:

I'm sorry for the overexposure, lightning engine is very funky when sticking around out-of-bounds in these areas.

Remember this little serene room in the wine cellar's undercroft?

Damp mossy walls, pools on the cobblestone and dim light suggest this room must be located somewhere underneath or near the lake or other body of water (or be able to accumulate lots of ground water).

While it is, in fact, located near the small lake seen in the bird's eye view mapping above and in the DADA Tower post, it is put to the side of it -- and its light source probably shouldn't exist:

And if you take it higher, a wooden floor appears:

a small strife to the side reveals the Staff's room:

Fig meant it literally when he said,

To think it was beneath us all this time.

Outside the Map Chamber you can spot the Athenaeum, some unused parts of the flooring and this door at the other side:

The Chamber itself is located directly underneath this lake:

Curiously, if you move camera around, professors from the portraits will scale down to their cutscene sizes! :D And they will re-scale back when you get close enough!

You can notice it with other portrait characters, for example, this is the man from the frame in the Pungent Passage:

Grace Pinch-Smedley, the girl from the Lost Astrolabe quest, can be spotted on the lake's pier. Might she had more dive&retrieve quests? Suspected something lied beneath the still water? To think, her tasks and Nerida's interest in merpeople might've eventually intersected.

Tools used:NVIDIA Ansel & UETools' Commands.

#днявочка #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts inquires #eng tag #hogwarts legacy mc #eleazar fig #днявочка: hlegacy #днявочка: игры #banner credit: @cafekitsune

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ronearoundblindly · 10 days

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how would Steve try and describe human relationships to mermaid reader? and what would her reaction be?

also I love the fact that she has her own “room”.

Miss G?

Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader from Sun, Salt, and Shield

Headcanon below the cut! (It got soooooo rambly, but is very cute.)

Well, only Steve calls you 'Doll,' and though Tony will not stop calling you 'Grariel,' eventually you're called 'Miss G' instead--added bonus that you roll around on your Segway with Hollywood-huge sunglasses.

'Miss G' sounds like a celebrity and fancy. You don't understand that distinction yet, but Tony and Steve like it.

Oof, does Steve know how to describe relationships to humans? He's so awkward. He would start with simple things: couples enjoy doing activities together, spending time with each other and other couples or people, often times they touch casually (tricky to explain that word in limited english), and they...kiss.

Important things Steve would mention is that your teeth are very sharp (and numerous) compared to humans. Respectfully, he teaches you to smile without opening your mouth, and does warn that, though he's a fast healer and tougher than most, he will bleed if your teeth catch any part of him ::cough::.

Tony sank a pressure chamber into the bottom of the pool, so you can sleep there comfortably. Rarely, he'll let Steve take one of the Divers and camp out on the ocean floor where you live. Sometimes that makes Steve a little sick for a day or two after, but he never mentions that to you.

This is sorta dumb, and Steve thought it was downright offensive at first, but Tony left all the pool toys in the corner of the room and slowly teaches you to play with all of them. You're quite dense, so you need like ten foam noodles to 'float' you on the surface, but it's very fun.

You find the beach ball is endlessly entertaining, mainly because you swim so fast and can hit it so hard that the ball ricochets off the ceiling like a higher level of Pong. You've popped nearly a dozen of them, but Tony just buys them in bulk.

So, back to relationship and Steve's explanation.

The most heart-warming thing Steve teaches you is the hug. So simple. So reminiscent of your first meeting. If you lay your head on his chest, your face can remain underwater to breathe and hold onto Steve indefinitely, and he's tried. The longest he's gone is five straight hours of just you two holding each other, brushing his thumb over your cheek, giving you soft back rubs, getting gentle back scratches from you, and loving every second.

Sometimes he just talks to you, even when he knows you can't understand most of the words. It's shocking how much gets across by emotion and intonation alone. You squeeze him a little tighter when he's telling you a sad story, and you rub your forehead into his sternum when he laughs at something.

Turns out, Tony used F.R.I.D.A.Y. to compile 'essential human visuals' into a slide-show, and Steve will explain pictures like prompts. That's helped a great deal because it gives him somewhere to start a conversation and lets him see how interested you are in what's happening on the screen. The light of the projector took some adjusting for your eyes, and then was too low for Steve to make out very much, so he now has his own special glasses, like Tony's, that show him an enhanced version of the slides.

Okay, okay, but I gotta say, the absolute most random and best thing ever was you trying to find Steve's room in the compound on your own. Tony gave you the room number--which you don't actually know how numbers work yet, but you go by memorizing the shapes--and then got engrossed by some other work. You hopped up onto your Segway, shades on, Atlantian breathing mask on to keep your mouth and throat in salt water, and you zoomed right through those double doors and past you 'guard.' They aren't there to keep you in, after all, but you did scare the shit out of them.

Off you fly down the main hall, back the other way, straight into the elevator, and you wait patiently, listening to horribly boring music and flicking your fin rapidly with nerves.

The buttons are confusing.

So. You press all of them.

Zippity doo-dah, round and round the halls you go, smiling (with your lips together) at the multiple people you almost run over, getting waylaid by the view of distant mountains from one window, and diligently starting to understand that the shapes Tony showed you repeat everywhere. You're looking for the correct order to them.

It takes over 45 minutes of going between 0 and 20 miles per hour to find the right combination on a little plaque, and it takes only the very tip of your nail to depress the squishy button below the plaque.

You're growing quite fond of the squishy buttons. Some of them are hard but light up. The surface is fun.

Steve is wiping white foam from a fresh shave off his jaw when the door swings open, and you do a spin on your wheels, spreading your fingers like the showy jazz-hands in one of the pictures about stage plays--musicals, they're called--better than elevators, you hope.

You get the ten cent tour of his little apartment and sit on a couch for the first time. Very exciting. Fabric is delightfully strange.

There's talk of a beach vacation, one where you and Steve might get to race along the shore, you in the surf and him on the sand.

You aren't sure whether you'll let him win or not.

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

a/n: yeah...i don't even know, gang.

#ro answers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #mermaid!reader #mermaid au #deep sea mermaid #steve rogers fluff

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madameminor · 1 year

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In More Ways Than One, Special Ch. - Rex x F!Reader - Birthday

Summary: It's your birthday on Coruscant, and the Bad Batch gave you the best present ever.

Tags: Smutty mcsmutterson. 18+. NSFW. "Basically, all the good stuff."

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected, mentions of polyamory

Notes: So today is myyy birthday!! I've had this idea for quite awhile, and last week realized I wanted it to be my bday present to all of you. I wrote in the time I had, probably not as packed full of juice as I wanted it to, but I like it the way it is :) Enjoy, fellow clone hos. @dumfanting, @kaminocasey, as always, thank you for reading and ramping me up!

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Its your birthday and you’re

LEAVE!!!!

IT'S AMAZING!!!!! Its rare and unheard of and a one in a MILLION chance, but somehow the stars have aligned so that you get to celebrate your birthday on solid ground, away from the war.

Your parents, friends, extended family - everyone has been so happy that you’re alive to see another year, they pooled their credits and got you a luxury suite at one of the upper level hotels in Coruscant for the night. Oh, you feel like the Queen you are in here - a real bed, with SILKY sheets, a sitting area, a walk in shower, a massive bathtub- uh. Its EVERYTHING.

And as much as you love your boys - its a night WITHOUT THEM!!!

You had been very clear - you cared about them all very much, and they were NOT coming with you to this nice place. Tech would have made a mess everywhere, Echo would have felt uncomfortable in the lavish apartments, Wrecker would break everything and smell up the place, Crosshair would find some way to put a dampner on it, and Hunter would probably be affected by all of the scents and soap bubbles you planned to have in the air. So, while that meant you were sans snuggle buddy on your birthday, that was OK for the trade.

Some of the boys in the 501st wouldn’t be this way. One in particular was used to the finery, would respect it, would enjoy it… what if he was here with you?

Mmm, but no. That ship had launched long ago. And you had your men. You were happy, and this one occasion wasn’t ruined just because you were alone.

You starfish on the mattress and take a deep breath. Ooooo sleep was going to be so good. Strange, since you would be alone, but soooooo goooood. You order room service and start up the bath. Oh my, this oil scent was called “Goddess”...

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Collectively, Clone Force 99 has several strengths - charisma, uniqueness, nerve, talent, power, courage, tenacity, the list went on.

Buying gifts was not one of them.

“OOOOO!" Wrecker lightly hits their table by their favorite noodle stand. "Wha’ about flowers? Women like those, right?”

Tech keeps looking down at the table, chin in one hand as he thinks. “Potentially. But which are her favorites? And where would she put them? They would not last long in the Marauder with our lifestyle.”

Wrecker rubs the back of his neck. “Well then, what about, like, a necklace? Something real fancy she can wear for us?”

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Oh yes, and with what credits would we buy her something like that?”

“UH…then, a book?”

Echo shakes his head. “For her birthday? We get those for her anyway. This needs to be special.”

“Maybe one of those, uh… special toys? Like the one Crosshair got?”

They’re all quiet, thinking about it, glancing at Tech.

“It is possible… though I would need time to plan, gain measurements and components - perhaps if I’d started a week ago-”

“Discussing work during shore leave, huh?” Commander Cody chuckles as they all glance to where he's standing just behind Tech. “Can’t say I blame you. Hard to get away from the war anywhere.”

“Commander." Hunter indicates a vacant spot for him to join them. "Didn’t know you were on Coruscant.”

"The Generals were called back for something important, so I’ve got a night or two in town." He says, sitting himself down. "Figured it was a good night to get out to 79s, loosen up, have a bit of fun." He glances around, making eye contact with everyone in greeting. "No Queen of yours tonight?"

"No. Today is her birthday, and her friends and family have gifted her some peace and quiet. Something we do not seem able to match."

Cody chuckles. "Ah, I'll have to send her a com. Pity though. Rex always brightens up a bit when she’s around- he could use a bit of happiness right now."

Echo glanced at his brothers, then back to the commander. "Is something wrong with Captain Rex?"

Cody sighs, shaking his head. "Nothing uncommon. The war is… its getting to him. Hasn’t had much to look forward to, I think. Since the Commander left, they’ve all been uneasy. And he hasn’t ever really sought out... female company before besides your medic. Wish he had someone planet side he could blow off some steam with, but... just not his thing, i guess."

Echo puts his hand on Cody's shoulder. "He’ll be alright, Commander. If there’s anything I, anything WE can do, just say the word."

Cody grins. "Thanks, Ech, I’ll do that. Ah," he looks towards the main thoroughfare "there he is." He stands, tucking his bucket under his arm. "How about you boys join us? Perhaps he just needs a night of 99’s brand of trouble.” He heads off with a nod, making for the Captain of the 501st.

As soon as he's out of ear shot, Hunter turns back to his squad with a grin. Tech nods with a small smile. Realization dawns in Echo's eyes, and he nods carefully. They all look to Crosshair, his arms crossed, mouth pursed in a terse line.

"No."

Echo runs his hand down his face. "Come on Crosshair-"

"No." Cross hisses. "No regs."

"I'M a reg-"

Tech cocks his head to the side. "Are you resistant because he has punched you in the face before?"

Echo's eyebrows shoot up as he looks to the sullen sniper. "He punched you in the face? Why? What did you do?!"

"………" Crosshair glares at Echo out of the side of his eyes, then leans forward, elbows sitting on the table, glaring at Hunter.

"Alright. One night." He glowers.

Hunter nods, barely hiding his amusement. "We’re agreed then? Her Majesty’s birthday present?"

“Yeah!" Wrecker says, punching his fist in the air before pausing to look at his brothers. "Wait, what’s happening?”

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Rex must be crazy. He must be CRAZY. What the hell was he doing, walking up these steps to this hotel, heading to the elevator, making for the door that SHE waited behind. The woman he’d dreamed of since she’d signed on with Kix. Fuck, was this really happening? They’d told him it was ok, that this was what she wanted, but she- did she really? Were they playing a prank on him? If it was, it was in poor kriffing taste and he would court marshall the fucking lot of them for getting his hopes up like this.

He has to talk himself into walking up to the door several times. Twice he starts and then backs off again. Blast, he can head into uncharted enemy territory with a deep breath and a gun, but into a…a potential romantic encounter?

He steels himself and knocks on the door before he can think about it.

Your voice, low and relaxed, comes from within. "Just a moment please." He feels his anxiety mount- and then the door opens before him.

You're standing there in a white silk bathrobe, tied loosely, and you are most definitely naked under it. His heart starts racing, his cock jumping to attention, pushing against his cod piece. He can see your curves through fabric outline, your cleavage glistening from the oil you're covered yourself with. The smell from your room is clean, perfumed, enticing, like a pleasure den inviting him in. He swallows a groan. A kriffing angel. Just WAITING for him. Deep breath. One step at a time.

"Captain!" You smile. You seem to realize what you're (not) wearing and cross your arms over your chest. Your smile turns bashful, but remains joyful. "What- how did you know- to what do I owe the pleasure?"

He swallows. Don't kriff this up, Rex. "U-Um. Good evening, your majesty. And Happy Birthday. I uh, well," he holds up a small bag, "I brought you some dessert, and a, uh… a note. From your squad." He hands both to you. You smile a thank you and place the bag on the table beside the door.

You look at him, amused and suspicious, as you take the note and start to read it over. He watches your eyes go wide as they dart across the page, your hand jumping to cover your mouth in surprise. You glance up at him bashfully, voice hushed. "Do you...um... know what this says?"

"Yes." His own voice is barely audible, searching for your answer in your eyes, in your body language. He'll leave in an instant if he sees any hesitance- but instead you step to the side, granting him entry, though reading the note again.

He steps inside - and he loses. He finally loses the long battle with himself about your role in his life. His eyes find yours as he closes the door, pushing you up against it, his arm leaning on the steel over your head.

One last chance. "Tell me if this isn’t what you want, a-and I’ll walk away-"

He doesn’t get to finish, you’ve pulled him into a kiss that lights his veins on fire. You both groan, tongues entwining, impatient to make up for lost time. You jump up and he catches you, legs wrapping around his waist. Blessed stars, they were right. You moan against his lips as his cod piece presses against your core, giving him the perfect chance to bury his face in your neck, kissing and biting at the exposed skin.

"Reeeex."

His hips rock at his name on your lips. How many times had he dreamed of you moaning for him? Too many. Far too many.

"If this is a dream, please don’t let me wake up." He murmurs into your neck, completely caught in your scent, in your feel. He rocks against you again, your arms encircling around his neck as you whisper in his ear.

"Rex… I can’t wait, i’ve waited so long already, please don't make me wait."

Kriff, you'd been needing him too. "Here?"

"Yes. "

He reaches under your thigh to undo his codpiece, lips finding yours again, tongue slipping in to ravage you in his turn on. Karking hell, up against the door, so needy for him, his little medic, wanting him so badly-

He lines himself up and pushes in, and oh your MOAN. He can feel you stretching around him, but you’re rocking your hips, taking him further than he intended. You’re so wet that he slides in like he belonged there, bottoming out like you’d already been fucking for hours.

"Kriff, like you’ve been waiting for me."

He can’t be away from your lips for long. He can’t stop himself from biting your lower lip, his hips gyrating feverishly to fill you up. But its not the angle he wants- its hard to focus here, vertical.

He picks you up off the wall, still sheathed inside you, walks you over to the bed to lay you down. There. Much better. He’s still mostly in his armor, but he can’t stop for a second to take it off, not when you’re right here, when you feel so good. He’s back to your lips, kisses bruising as you pull him closer.

"Yes, Rex, yes."

His moans into your kiss, his thrusts starting slow, but deep. You’re clutching at the back of his armor, doing everything you can to bring him closer in your frenzy, and hes losing his composure. Fuck, he wants more. His groans and thrusts are out of his control, simply needing to reach that ultimate moment of release. He can’t stop now, he’s lost himself to how DEEP you are, how well you take his cock. You’re ruining him for any other woman, he knows it, and he loves it.

He feels you cum, you’re so TIGHT he can feel you coming around him. He groans as your walls squeeze him, sending him closer to his own release.

"Mesh’la- kriff- I’m going to cum. Where-"

Surrendered, hungry. Lost like he is. "Inside me, Rex, please. As deep as you can." You look up to find his eyes, the connection you've both had gleaming through.

"Kiss me, Rex."

He finishes with a groan, his lips tangled with yours, tasting your tongue in his mouth as he spills as far in as he goes. He can feel your cervix as he empties himself, and something feral in him feels satisfied.

He stills, but his lips can’t stop exploring yours, wanting to hold onto the moment as long as they can. His face eventually falls to your collar bone, panting with the effort your frenzied love making demanded as its toll.

He hears a small laugh ringing from above him. He pulls himself up to look curiously down at you.

Your hand cups the side of his face as you playfully squeeze around his softening cock.

“Its good to see you too, Captain.”

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“So you’re with all of them? Its not a rumor.”

You look up at him from your slice of cake, eyes tracing up over his armor-less form. You’d demanded that it was your birthday, and while you ate cake, HE was going to undress and give you a little show. Which he had. With a maddening little smirk. Now, he sits down next to you, shirtless, with only his compression pants keeping things…calm.

You hum with pleasure as his warm hand settles on your knee, your legs tucked up underneath you as you lean against the back of the couch, your elbow perched atop. You take a bite of cake with a flirty smile. He watches your lips with a slight intake of breath, eyes glancing down. You’re still wearing your white silk robe, albeit a bit…looser.

“It started as a rumor, but we… liked the sound of it.”

“And…you’re happy?”

You take the last bite, letting your grin speak for you.

He shakes his head with a smile, still taking it in. “Well, that’s one way to show them.” He takes your plate and puts it on the coffee table. “Not sure I would have been able to think of that.”

You gracefully swing your leg over to straddle him, hands tracing along his collar bone. “Blame Hunter. His senses and I have a love hate relationship”

He chuckles at that. “I forget how much he picks up. Though in this case, looks like it worked to your advantage.”

“This time.”

He chuckles again. Its good to see. The more he’s here, the more seems to melt off of him. It warms you to know you have that affect on him- it means you’re special to him. He’s always been important to you, and here… you’re becoming closer in a different way. It’s all out in the open. He meets your eyes- he must see something there, because his smile fades. He doesn’t look away.

“I wanted to say something, mesh’la.”

He looks down to where his hands rests on your hips.

“I did. I wanted to ever since you showed up ready for duty. You were everything I could have wanted in a woman. But I… I couldn’t. I just…” He struggles with his words for a moment. “...The war. My brothers, my general, it all has to come first. And I didn’t…want you to resent me for it. I couldn’t bear that.” His hands clench around you slightly. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t enough for you. I’m sorry if I let you down.”

“Rex.”

He looks back to you. With a smile you bring your hand up to his neck. He leans into you, eyes closing for a moment before meeting yours again, waiting for what you have to say.

“I know.” You say softly. “That's one reason I like you so much- I know who you are. If you were any different, you wouldn’t be one of my favorite people in the galaxy. You could never let me down.” Your hand traces from his forehead back through his hair, gently massaging the scalp, eyes glancing back to his. “Its best this way, and I’ve always known it. I’m not your responsibility, Rex. I’m your respite. And if that’s how I can contribute to your happiness, that’s enough for me.”

He chuckles, nuzzling your chin. “I think we’ve found another way you’ve ‘contributed to my happiness’.”

You put on an exaggeratedly offended voice "Oh, Captain. You ain’t see nothin’ yet."

You move to slide down between his legs-but his hands on your hips keep you in place.

"Ah ah, mesh’la." Ooo, mischevious looks good on him. "You’ve had your dessert. Now I get mine."

His hands trace up your thighs and over your ass cheeks, massaging, pulling you further into his lap. You feel his thickening length trace against the outside of your lower lips.

He lifts you up with him (just how strong IS this man? You swoon a bit more.) placing you on the table. He kisses down your neck, along your collarbone, down to your breasts. You expect him to bite, to leave his mark, but he doesn’t. It feels…respectful to your squad- a temporary visitor, not a claimant. Your heart soars even higher.

He nuzzles between your breasts. "Light, firm, or not at all?"

You giggle to yourself- the epitome of a gentleman. "Gentle, please."

"As you wish, mesh’la."

He traces along your breasts, slowly playing with your nipples, lightly tracing his tongue along them, living for the small sighs and purrs as you pet his hair. When they’ve pebbled enough to look almost painful, he nuzzles the tip and keeps kissing down. He looks up at you, eyes amused, excited.

Happy.

"Gentle?"

"Yes, please." You breathe, taking in his ministrations, savoring everything with a bliss that can only be found in the finite first time.

He licks a long strip from the bottom of your opening to the top, pulling a sharp, longing groan from your lips. "Oh, sweetheart, I can taste us both together."

So concentrated, so gentle, tracing your clit with his tongue, slowly… do you dare say lovingly?... sending shivers pulsing through you with every stroke.

"That’s right,” he hums into you, “let me taste you. Better than any cake I’ve ever had."

His tongue plays in earnest, no longer entrusting your clit to nuzzles and passing strokes. He WANTS it. It feels like he’s reaching for his pleasure instead of yours with the earnestness he eats you out. Your thighs involuntarily clamp around his head as he licks a particularly sensitive stop along the sensitive bud.

Before you can apologize, he groans. “Don’t hold back, mesh’la.”

You can feel him slide a finger inside you, your hips rocking to suck him in deeper- its not nearly enough for how much you need him right now.

"Rex. Another one, please. I want to be so full of you."

A groaning growl as he nips your thigh. “Be careful what you wish for, mesh’la.”

His mouth goes back to your clit, sucking, pulsing, teasing it out of its hood. You feel another finger slide in- quickly followed by a third. His thick fingers… fuck so many inside of you, filling you up so full, stretching you out.

"That enough for you, mesh’la? Kriff, you’re so sweet for me, aren’t you? Ready for me to take you, fill you up for the rest of the night."

Your breath catches, your pussy squeezing aroud his fingers. “Rex…” You look down to meet his eyes gleaming up from between your thighs. “Don’t leave my side until morning. Please?”

He pauses for a moment, meeting your eyes. "Mesh'la." His lips find yours, fingers withdrawing to pump his cock with your slick, lining up with your entrance. He pulls away, his forehead to yours, taking in this blessed moment of being here with you.

“Tonight? Dooku himself couldn’t drag me away.”

He slides into you, pulling you closer to him, his hands in your hair as he kisses you. Your combined moans are the most beautiful music that only the two of you can make.

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What a NIGHT.

You are amazingly sore the next morning, kissing Rex in a way that should last him several cycles before heading down to meet your squad at the shipyard. You both linger, but you know the score- and you're both satisfied in knowing you have someone out there who cares about you, who wants only the best for you, who is excited to see you again.

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A giggling laugh draws Crosshair to the top of the Marauder’s ramp, looking down at the happy reunion below him - Hunter spins you in his arms in welcome, kissing you as he sets you back down. He and Echo are adding a bit of character to the outside of the marauder - something tasteful, Echo insisted - and were able to greet you. Echo waits his turn. As you turn to him, reaching for him, he takes one hand and spins you around before dipping you into a kiss.

Looks like they had completely different reactions to sharing you than he did. Great.

There you are, looking around for the rest of them, that’s probably Hunter telling you Tech and Wrecker were in the city. You glance up to see Crosshair waiting, leaning on the door frame of the ship. And Hunter’s saying something else to you. Something that makes your eyebrows pinch in worry before smoothing out. Great, now you know he’s been grumpy. Probably going to come up apologizing, making it worse.

You take the steps up to him, fingers hooking into his utility belt. Your eyes are… wait, a little TOO innocent… what-

“Good morning, Crossy. Did you miss me?”

Oh, you little BRAT.

His hand darts out and grabs your chin, making you gasp, but not in fear. He turns your head for him, looking along your neck at the faded bruises left by the batch.

“Did he mark you?”

“No,” you purr, amused eyes teasing him. “Mo marks, no bruises, nothing. He knows who I belong to.”

The same hand flips and grabs the collar of your armor, pulling you closer to him. Fuck he was so hard - knew you were daring him to tame you, knew that’s what he needed to make this whole thing better.

“Do you?”

Your eyes glint for a moment before you pretend to be thinking, looking up into space with a high pitched “Ummmm-”

His hand closes around your neck, lightly pressing against your breathy gasp. Your half lidded eyes look up into his sinister face. He takes his time removing his toothpick with the other hand and throwing it off the side of the marauder.

“You’re confined to my bunk for the next three days. No touching yourself, no cumming- I’ll know, or the others will tell me. I’m going to take whatever I want from you, and maybe if you beg me enough, please me enough- after those three days I’ll let your pretty pussy cum all over my cock.”

He can feel you shiver in antici-"Have I made myself clear?"

Your voice is soft, breathy. "As crystal."

“Good. Then go.”

He hesitates for a moment. He pulls you to his lips, kissing you far more tenderly than his hand on your throat would have you believe. He’s not grumpy anymore, not angry- he’s back in control. You knowingly gave him back the control. That deserves some sort of reward.

“Yes, Princess... I missed you. And I’m glad you’re back. Happy Birthday.”

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 7 months

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I saw the Ken man ask (the one with the Ken who's supposed to be an overdramatic superhero) and I wanted to know if you'd be cool with a follow up, when the events of kendom happens in the movie Ken man Is having the time of his life since he can now do what he was meant to do and save barbie land from the forces of beach ken, but while he's doing so he and beach Ken at some point have an overdramtic confrontation about how the other betrayed them

Yeah! I'm glad you liked the hcs!

Here's the post of Ken-Man if anyone wants to read em!

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"I'LL SEE YOU ON THE MALIBU BEACH!!"

"CHAAARGE!!!!"

As the Kens on both sides of the beach shouted their war cries and charged at each other, you, Barbie, Gloria, Allan, Sasha, and all the other dolls freed from the brainwashing observed the battle from the safety of Weird Barbie's manor.

"And so it begins...they're so wrapped-up in their egos that they cannot see that they're tearing each other apart...and destroying the beach Barbieland knows and loves." You murmured, crouching along the ledge of the building. "I know what I have to do."

"Yeah, you go....do your superhero stuff or whatever. Stall 'em if you can," Weird Barbie suggested as she peered through her binoculars, before turning to the others. "As for us...I think it's time we put our freaking constitution back together."

There was a unified agreement, so while they all headed down to the Pink House to cast their votes, you donned your mask and flew towards the shores.

Finally, you could fulfill your purpose as a hero by saving this world from the forces of Beach Ken and his tyrannical Kendom! You refused to be part of his empire, knowing how badly it was hurting the Barbies despite his insistance that things were better this way.

All your life you've been living in the shadows, rescuing the dolls from mundane situations. And while you did receive acknowledgement and praise, you felt like something was lacking..

Danger.

Seeing the Kens attacking each other so viciously with tennis rackets, beach balls, frisbees, and pool noodles....that was dangerous in your eyes. People were getting hurt. Your people.

You may just be one man.

But you're Ken-Man.

And it's about time you saved the day.

The beach was in total chaos, but conveniently you had gadgets and fighting skills that most of these Kens didn't have. All the Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, and Justice League media Ken brought back to this place couldn't prepare any of them for what you had in store.

You dodged a frisbee, grabbing it and flinging it right back to a Ken, hitting him on the back of the head before he fell to the ground. Then you narrowly missed an arrow by doing a flip, kicking up sand as you landed.

"KEN-MAN!!!!"

Hearing the familiar shout, you spun around, cape swishing dramatically, and suddenly found yourself in a clearing.

Amidst all the Kens fighting around you, there was only one you were focused on:

Beach Ken, donning his lightning bandanna and a black fringe open vest, staring you down with such fury.

"Ken-"

"You....TRAITOR!!" He charged at you, ready to swing, but you intercepted his fists, standing nose-to-nose. "What ever happened to being your sidekick?!! You promised I would be as cool as you!! Did that mean nothing?!!"

"I think you got this all backwards." You retorted. "I offered you a place by my side, but you abandoned me the moment you heard Barbie was going to the Real World!"

"Well maybe if you taught me how to do better flips, we wouldn't be here right now!" He pushed you back.

"That's crap and you know it. I taught you every flip in the book! Am I to blame for you not retaining it-?!!" You moved aside as he attempted to hit you with a foam sword some other Ken tossed his way, quickly disarming him. "Look, I know you're sick of living in the shadows. Trust me, I've been that way all my life-"

"Which is why I thought creating Kendom Land would make you happy!! You could've had so much power, a new suit, and recognition!! But you still chose the Barbies..and they convinced you I was the enemy-!!"

"They didn't convince me, Ken. You did that yourself."

For a moment, Ken stood frozen in shock, taking in your words for a moment or two. He didn't expect for you to say them so...coldly.

He clenched his fists, trying his hardest to contain his anger. But even you could see it was gradually fizzling out as he observed all the fighting surrounding you two.

"I never wanted it to be like this...I just wanted her to see me..." He murmured, eyes now cast down to the sand.

You shook your head. "You still don't get it. No amount of backflips or cars or cool clothes will get her to like you."

"....I thought superheroes were supposed to be uplifting and inspirational...and I definitely don't feel uplifted or inspired right now." Ken glared back up at you, eyes glossy with painful emotions.

"Not always. There comes a time where we have to unveil the truth...even if it hurts both sides." You huffed, relaxing your shoulders. "You can stop this. All of this can end right now."

"....can it really?"

Your heart sunk a bit at how lost he sounded. It's obvious that he wasn't fit to be this great and powerful leader the other Kens believed him to be after he brought great "manly wisdom" back from the Real World.

He thought he'd feel better.

But if anything, he only created more problems, and he didn't know how to cope.

He didn't wanna be the villain of this story...and neither did you.

"Of course it can." Smiling behind your mask, you extended your hand out. "The only one stopping you is...well..you. At the end of the day, you're still my friend. And together we can restore this wonderful beach. So...whatdya say, sidekick?"

He blinked a few times as he stared at you, almost considering taking your hand.

"Ken-Man, I-"

"I GOT HIM, SIR!!! I'LL UNMASK HIM!!"

Out of nowhere, you were tackled from behind by a random Ken, although you wasted no time in flipping him over your shoulder and slamming him to the ground.

"Way to ruin the moment, Ken.." You sneered, kicking him down before glancing up to see that Beach Ken had ditched you, having his sights set on Tourist Ken from across the way.

AKA the one who "stole" his Barbie when all the Kens were playing guitar at their girlfriends last night.

'Well...can't say I didn't try to talk some sense into him..' You watched as he fought his way to him with noogies and his "hotness", before you decided to flee back into town, breaking up a few fights between Kens along the way.

This wasn't your war to finish.

It was Ken's.

But you're certain you did the right thing.

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 8 months

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Everything feels so beautiful.

Sometimes even feeling the sun on your skin after staying inside for too long feels like getting blessed. And meeting those beloved to you too.

Wc: 980

As soon as your eyes close and your head hits the pillow a small ray of sunlight tickles your sight. Looking for the source, expecting it to be an open window you are faced with the reddish tinted wood that exchanged places with the plain white walls of your bedroom.

Looking around the old bed that squeaked with each movement was the almost totally new one that was identical to the one you used during your stays in sumeru,

To confirm your suspicions you quickly open the wood framed windows, now looking at the multitude of people living their day to day life on the streets, the mother soothing her baby, the eremites patrolling and the small bakery that would humor your craving of your world's pastries, the owners being the nicest elderly couple and their daughter.

Breathing in the smell of cinnamon, cardamom and many sweet spices manage to peak your appetite, especially given that your dinner was an instant noodle soup and half a toast. Feeling the saliva pool behind your teeth at the thought of buttery and sweet pastries with a nice hot chocolate.

Quickly opening the door to the street you march outside, not caring that you were barefoot, even if sumeru was in the middle of a forest of sorts the worst thing would come out of it would be dirty feet but, if your memory doesn't fail you, there isn't any glass or metal shards to cut your feet with. If only your city's streets could be half as clean.

The warm air fans against your skin and white robe as you walk to the familiar bakery, by the sun and how little people were outside it must be past lunchtime. Hopefully there might still some candied nuts left from breakfast

Rushing to the shop you speak with the employee, who seems stiff like a statue

" hello!~ Do you have any candied nuts left? The ones I always buy?-" as you keep talking the young girl didn't seen to know how to react

" i- uhm- yes-"

" Teka, why aren't you attending to the customer?" A masculine voice comes from behind, supposedly the kitchen " I'm sorry for my daughter, I don't know what got into her. What can I help yo-?" As he looks at your face he stays still for a second

" Hi, yes, I want two portions of candied nuts? I have been craving them for a while" silently nodding, the man goes inside the kitchen and five minutes later gives you a paper bag with some pieces of the desert " thanks! I left my wallet at home but please add this to my tab~ thanks!"

Skipping down the roads to the port, the salty sea smell greeting you from your trip. The distant memories of the traveler and paimon catching and roasting fishes the first few weeks you arrived, the lantern rite and the stands of games and trinkets. Such nice memories

Sneaking under some roots and sitting down to hide in the shadow you dip your feet on the cool water and eating the warm nougat-like dessert sticking to your teeth. How kind of him, he must have made a batch just for you

Looking at the clouds lazily grouping and dissolving you feel your muscles loosen and you lean backwards, not caring to dirty the pristine white robe with dust or dirt

A heavy sigh leaves your chest, only one thought in your mind 'so I'm back'. It's a relief. The constant dread of not meeting them anymore no longer hanging on the back of your mind

Feeling someone approaching you look at them, seeing nahida's surprised face and aether's gold eyes. Only a small smile forms on your mouth

Aether is unsure of what to think, he should be happy that you finally appeared again, yet he can't help but shake the feeling that something is amiss

Looking over his shoulder to see you on the back of the boat as he and paimon go to Fontaine seeing you totally sprawled over the two seats sleeping with paimon cuddled up on your stomach. This certainly reminded him of the late night fishing sessions on Inazuma so he could get a polearm

" hey aether?" You mumble softly, fingers reaching for his braid and playing with the tip

" yes?"

" would you believe me if I said I returned to accompany you to Fontaine?"

He gulps, swallowing the tension forming on his throat " no. I wouldn't" he replies simply to which you only hum

A thick silence forms, each one of you focused on something different. Aether on getting there and you on the sway and bone chilling wind of the sea.

Aether breathes in deeply before spewing something that he regrets saying as soon as he finished "I was scared you weren't going to return!"

Paimon jumps on your stomach before being soothed to sleep and mumbling things about mora meat and chicken skewers.

His cheeks redden, his heart anxiously beating " other than paimon you are one of the few true friends I made since losing…' aether can't bring himself to finish but you understand what he means

"I also missed it here… missed seeing such beautiful landscapes, missed chatting with such interesting people, missed spending time with such a cute traveler… I'm sorry. Really"

He stops the boat and turns to you, seriousness plastered on his face. He sticks out his pinky and looks expectantly at you

" then make a promise with me. Promise to never disappear like that again"

Giggling at how childish he can be you wrap your pinky around his, shaking your hands

" I promise to never do that again " and aether smiles warmly before setting off again, even if it was only words and there is no way to confirm or make sure you stick to your words aether is content with just trusting your word

#genshin impact #gi #genshin sagau #self aware genshin impact #sagau #i was brain rotting for aether for a bit so #aether x reader #just a bit

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steddietogo · 1 year

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Made With Love

Part 3 of Steddie Tik Tok au: The Halloween Vlog

Read part 2 <<here

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Robin is in a pinstriped three-piece suit, her short brown hair dyed black and slicked back, with a badly drawn moustache on her face. “Unhapphy, darphling?” She speaks around a rose stem she’s holding between her teeth.

“Oh yes,” The camera pans to Eddie lounging on an armchair. He’s ditched his usual band tee and ripped jeans combo for a tight black dress with the deepest neckline known to man, the long black fabric pooling around his feet. He raises his arm, bell sleeve flaring, and flips his straightened hair behind his shoulders with red painted nails. “Yes completely,” deep red lips curve into smile and he bats his eyes, heavily lined and dusted in smokey grey eyeshadow.

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“Originally, we were supposed to be the Sanderson sisters for Halloween but someone—” Robin looks at something pointedly off camera, “—decided to go off and commit to a group costume with his long-distance babysitting wards without consulting us,”

“This—” Eddie strikes a pose as Robin gestures to them, “—was supposed to be a revenge costume but now we feel kinda bad because—” the camera flips around to show a pile of blankets on the couch, “Dingus is now down with the flu,” A hand emerges from its depths and flips them off.

“I think he’s going as The Thing,” Eddie says and they both snicker.

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Eddie is in the kitchen using Steve’s recording set up. “My darling Gomez has gone off to party, it’s just me and Steve at home now,” he sighs dramatically, “Alas, I knocked him out with cough syrup so he won’t be up for a couple hours,”

“And I found this recipe for chicken noodle soup and I, Eddie Munson who cannot cook to save my own life, am going to put it to test since Steve keeps saying ‘anyone can make it’. Were gonna find out today baby,”. Eddie’s reading off of a book as he lays out everything he would need on the counter, announcing each item as he takes them out. “I hope I’m using the right pot and Steve won’t kill me,”

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Eddie is slow dancing to Lady Gaga with a plastic skeleton meant for decoration, his dress swishing around him as he twirls with his inanimate dance partner. During a particularly enthusiastic dip, the skeleton’s skull breaks off from the rest of the body and rolls away.

“Betty! Noooo!” Eddie cries, falling to his knees.

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“No one told me how sweaty cooking can make you,” Eddie’s twisting his hair up in a bun, “But I’m committed to it now, I will not be bested by soup,”

“Look at this, my make up isn’t the only thing melting in the heat,” He holds up a bent looking plastic spatula to the camera. “Its totally not because I put it too close to the stove but we’re going to hide the evidence so Steve doesn’t find out,”

———

“I accidentally added too much salt, went to the Internet for help and a lot of people say that adding a potato will help fix it,” Eddie explains as he is chopping one. “There are no potatoes in this recipe, so if Steve asks, I’m gonna tell him I have no idea how they got in there,”

“Here goes nothing,” Eddie shoves both sleeves all the way up his arms before dropping all of the potato pieces in at once, making a little bit of the boiling soup splash out of the pot missing him by inches. “Oh shit, that was close. Don’t try this at home kids,”

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“Moment of truth people,” He’s ladling soup into a bowl. “Personally, I’m just surprised this came out edible, but let’s see what the chef has to say about it,”

The clip cuts to Eddie shuffling away from the camera that’s now facing the sofa where Steve is taking a nap. Eddie kneels before him, a gentle hand on Steve’s face as he nudges him wake. Cut to a bleary-eyed Steve sitting up and waving at the camera.

“Just know that if you give me food poisoning on top of the flu, I’ll never forgive you,” he says as Eddie is handing him the bowl. “Why’re there potatoes in here?”

“No reason,” Eddie smiles back innocently at the look Steve gives him before he takes a bite, and then another. Eddie watches, nibbling in his fingernails.

“Oh shit,”

“What?”

“The potato actually makes it better,” he looks like he’s trying to sound annoyed but the smile on his face gives him away. “I’m gonna have to add potatoes to the recipe,”

“Wait. Does that mean my soup is better than yours?”

“It’s still my recipe, Munson,”

“You’re avoiding the question, Harrington,”

“…Maybe?”

Eddie throws his hands up whopping and his sleeve smacks Steve in the face.

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“I was standing there, Morticia-less,” Robin is back and the three of them huddle in the sofa in the darkness of the living room, the only source of light is the movie no one is actually watching.

“—and she’s was wearing that Kate Bush bat dress and we were like ‘that’s close enough’ and then we completely winged a little dance and I only tripped on my own shoe once, you should be proud of me,” Robin is wearing a sash that says ‘Hideout King’ and is going a mile a minute about the party she came back from.

“And then she kissed me when they announced us as the winners, she kissed me Steve!” Robin shakes Steve and then high-fives Eddie so hard he almost falls off the couch.

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Robin is filming Steve launching candy corn from the couch and Eddie, now in his jammies, is on the other side of the coffee table trying to catch them in his mouth. Steve’s laughter is getting increasingly hysterical and his aim is getting poorer while Eddie practically dives left and right trying catch the candy. Steve looks like he’s going to fall off the couch in stitches. The video ends as three are celebrating a complicated twist dive Eddie executed and successfully caught the candy with in mouth.

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Caption says:

@_eddie_munson who do you think edits all the footage?

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Comments:

user80085: who else questioning their sexuality rn?

Dustin H: RIP Betty, you will be missed 😔

Reefing Rick: Why tf don’t I have an Eddie Munson in a Morticia Addams costume cooking in my kitchen? God really has favorites huh

spring roll: So no ones going to talk about how Robin basically came out?

Gayby replying to spring roll: good for her

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Part 4

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A/n: it’s so funny to imagine Steve sitting in his room alone and reviewing an hour-long footage of Eddie messing around in the kitchen. And it cracks him up that every time Eddie messes something up he walks up to the camera and whispers ‘don’t tell Steve’

Steddie tag list: @deehellcat @eddiemunsonswife @missarte-beltane @grtwdsmwhr @kit-means-death

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #Steddie Tik Tok au #mine

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After reading the case for Viren connecting with the Star Arcanum and him having visions because of it, I made myself a beautiful tinfoil hat.

Humor this giant spaghetti noodle:

This is a vision of Claudia performing Infantis Sanguine.

Viren is initially pulled out of his catatonic state when he sees Claudia wade into the water to retrieve the prison and immediately recalls her walking into a red sea. And this would track with his premonition, but the giant orb in the sky and the approaching wave are missing.

Entertaining the idea that this is indeed a vision of the future and not purely metaphorical elements of Viren's own mind, exactly what is the orb in the sky? An eclipse, a dark star, a black hole?

A full moon?

Vision Claudia drags her legs through the water, which trails red behind her (BLOODUH).

IRL, she's squeezing her blood into black pentapus ink...

...and Terry explicitly remarks on it.

The wave I'm less sure about. Aaravos repeatedly invokes the rising sun as kind of harbinger of Viren's death, so my semi-joking, semi-serious idea is that Claudia finds a loophole by somehow managing to prolong the night or otherwise block out the influence of the sun. So first thought was eclipse which, looking at Viren's nightmare revelation, uh-check!!

AND THEN cursory research confirms that the increased gravitational pull of a sun and moon aligned causes bigger waves called spring tide and I was like, yes very good for me that science is on my side for this magical made up scenario in which the rules are made up and the points don't matter!

SO! Wave is there because SCIENCE says so. But also, eh, kinda looks like sound waves! Like, a nice tableau of Claudia chanting the words of a spell in a pool of her own blood to save her father's life.

An additional element which further convinces me that Viren is having Star Primal-type visions is that child Claudia only skips on one side of Viren's footprints, foreshadowing her losing a leg.

I think the biggest question about Infantis Sanguine is whether or not "the sacrifice" is just some blood or all of the blood, and therefore, whether or not it's something Claudia would be able to do and walk away from using herself as The Sacrifice. Alternatively, she does carry with her a blue flower which begins to fall apart into the water, which if I really wanted to, I could maaaaybe buy as representing Sparklepuff (as sacrifice) or as Viren himself (who is also falling apart and dying lol). Could totally be something else though.

As I'm writing this, I'm realizing I don't know the exact cause of Viren's horror at Infantis Sanguine - if it's simply the prospect of using any part of his children as a spell component, or, more plausibly to me, that he's simply operating under the reasonable assumption that "sacrifice" in this context = death.

Generally, I tend to believe that Aaravos doesn't straight up lie, but I do think he obscures a lot by simple implication and is happy to sit back while people stumble through a maze of their own incorrect interpretation. Things Aaravos never says are, "you must kill the homunculus" and, "one of your children must die so that you can live." The only time Aaravos explicitly talks about death and dying is in relation to Viren himself (and even then, he throws in mysterious stuff about death in tandem with the sun rising).

What he DOES say is this: And I will show you how to use every drop of his living essence to restore your own life...AND your future.

I'll admit that I'm reaching a bit here, but the fact that Aaravos is invoking the future with regard to Sparklepuff's living essence (as opposed to Sparklepuff's magical essence) does kind of hint to me that Sparklepuff wouldn't necessarily die as sacrifice. Which might also explain (what I perceived to be) Aaravos's rather muted response to Viren's refusal at what could essentially be a magical blood transfusion.

Last bit to add - the pentapus and ATLA by extension. This isn't my favorite thing to bring up because a lot of the time I feel like TDP is a bit in ATLA's shadow (but they DO keep making references...) so tossing in a tenuous but relevant nod to a character stealing a literal celestial body from the sky AND a solar eclipse blocking out the power of the sun.

#the dragon prince #tdp spoilers #viren #claudia #aaravos #speculation #tinhattery #crackpottery #noodoodlery #INFANTIS SANGUINE #!!!#.......infantis linguine #thanks for coming to my pasta boil

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The Adults: Billy Hargrove- Swim Teach

Pairing: Swim Teacher!Billy Hargrove x Lifeguard!Fem!Reader

Pov: Billy

Warnings: Soft!Billy, Fluff, Summertime, accidental drowning, Kissing, not a predetermined relationship, Kids teasing Billy about his growing crush on the lifeguard.

Summary: Billy is a flirt at nature, so it’s hard for him to try and not use it while he sees you as the lifeguard at his new job.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for divders

WC- 2.3k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List

There are a few summer classes that I could have taught this year. Having lived in California for enough of my life to know the ocean like the back of my hand. How the waves clash hard and can sweep you off your feet if you aren’t careful.

I took a CPR class at my high school, and then another one at the pool. It ensured that I’d be able to safely rescue anyone who needed help. I was granted the job right on the spot. I can only assume the swim teacher there was either tired of doing both jobs as lifeguard and teacher, or they were simply not into the job they had signed up for during the summer months.

Regardless a week later, and right into the start of summer I got my job assignments. I was working with the kiddos. The small ones were almost tall enough to go down the big slide at the back of the pool, but not yet versed enough in saving themselves if nobody could get to them in time during a busy hot summer day at the pool.

I wouldn’t say that the first day was shitty, but the Hawkins weather was forever changing, and never wanted to stay warm enough so that once the little kiddos decided they were done with the swimming pool they might never come back in. “Come back into the pool.” I ushered tiny humans around the pool. Lunchtime had taken up longer than anticipated and the more the kids chose to not listen to me the harder it was for my anger to not boil over.

“Come on kids I know that you don't want the lifeguard to yell at you for running around the edge of the pool?” I questioned the gaggle of kids. In perfect unison, the heads turned and looked up toward the lifeguard chair. The umbrella gave shade to the person sitting up there, it’s a feline body Billy can tell almost automatically.

The voice only confirms it. “Yes, we wouldn’t want the big bad lifeguard to have to tell your parents you aren’t being good at the pool while they aren’t looking.” She says, her voice casting down through the empty pool. I shiver at her voice even though I’m in the water. The gaggle of children becomes more like a straight military line of children. “Yes, Ma’am.” They’d say as they pass her lifeguard post.

“Thank you” I mouthed up to her. I only saw the slight movement of her foot, but it was enough to pump me full of joy. The kids climbed back into the water. “Mr.Billy, what are we doing now?” One little girl asked me. Her hair had been put in pigtails but regardless of her mother's choice she had taken them out and now her hair was a mess.

“Well I say we fix your hair then we get into our next activity.” I saw them slowly walking over to her. The side of the pool that we were in was no deeper than my mid-calf. Water that I supposed the kids would have a good first day in. “Mr. Billy?” Another question from another kid. “Give me a moment so I can fix her hair and then you can ask me,” I said before returning my attention to her chlorine-coated hair. I cupped my hand into the water and soaked her hair once more. “What are you doing?” She asked in a voice so tiny against the large open body of chlorine water.

“Just making sure your mommy isn’t upset with me because I didn’t fix your hair,” I replied simply, and before I knew it I had tied her hair back up and we were on to our activity. “Okay kiddos, I want everyone to gather in a circle around me yeah.” I draw an imaginary circle around my body and they followed in perfect suit. “Today we are going to be playing with pool noodles. But there are some rules before you can get your fingers on one. Do you understand?” A simple yes or no question, with a simple yes or no answer, would have been perfect.

But children are rather cautious about everything. Whether that is curiosity or just the last nerve that they love to smother with unneeded attention. There was a little hum that made its way around the circle. My attention was drawn to the creaking of the old wood lifeguard post, the woman was leaving her post on the guard post. I couldn’t help but watch her move and walked down the concrete side of the pool. “Bye, Mr. Billy.” She said with a smoothness that nearly had me at the bottom of the pool.

The kids watched alongside me, and once she was gone I was still watching. “OOOO, Mr.Billy has a crush.” I heard one boy yell out, I rolled my eyes and turned looking at the circle around pointing and staring at me. “Come on kids, back to the lessons,” I said without even acknowledging the oohs, and ahhs happening all around me. I turned and grabbed a pool noddle from the side of the pool. “I want you guys to all grab one pool noodle from the edge of the pool and come back to our circle.”

There weren’t too many kids, just enough to have a little chaos. This went on for a few weeks. At least the first three weeks of the start of summer. The pool was starting to get overcrowded day by day. Regardless classes start at eight in the morning and lasted well through lunchtime. Most of the time was trying to help the kiddos keep their goggles on their faces without it hurting their faces or their hair. Week one was a blast for the kids and me, every day was a different lesson. Three weeks of flirting with her, purposely or maybe by accident. I’m not sure but every time she’d walk away from her post she’d turn and wave at me.

The growing tension between her and I grew rapidly. I watched as she swayed her hips with every step and never managed to let me see her eyes just puffy lips that looked so kissable. With these kids, there were certain things I had to do. Since they were around the ages of five and nine there was a lot of getting the kids accumulated to the water, and then we would be diving down underneath the water. The goggles were important in nearly everyday activities. One day after the kids had all been taken back by their parents and the pool items were put back I went on a search for the lifeguard.

We had all seen her, having her up there until well after lunch. I had never taken the chance to actually search after her. To find her and wonder where she went afterward. I grabbed my towel from the deck chair and made my way inside the building. It was small and, the showers weren’t running in the lady’s bathroom. I assumed that maybe she was in a different part of the pool. We had an indoor pool, but I guess I didn’t know that. I was always outside.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice the pool as my foot fell into the water and then my body was hitting the ice-cold water. I wasn’t floating. The fall had caused me to hit my head and everything was blurry in the cold water. I felt my feet hit the bottom of the pool, and my lungs filled with water as panic began to set into my body.

It wasn’t until I was being pulled, and tugged out of the water that the panic left my body, but still, I wasn’t able to open my eyes. The black sight of my eyes was all I could see. What I did know was that the soft touch of a woman was happening as I got dragged onto the concrete side.

A few pumps of my chest and nothing happened. A few more and still nothing, a soft graze of hair sprayed against my chest and neck. Then her lips were on mine, two fingers plugging my nose, causing me to cough up chlorine water.

My heart beat fast against my chest and I regained focus and air into my lungs. “Jesus.” That was my first word back to reality. Then I opened my eyes and then we stared at each other. Her eyes were beautiful in every single way, dark yet so bright as she looked down at me. “Billy?” She asked, music to my ears, I hummed. “Let’s get you to the nurse's office.” She said, reaching out a helping hand to help me get up off the cold floor. The towel that I had wrapped around my waist was floating in the water.

I went to grab it, but a soft hand wrapped around my own and dragged me away from the edge of the pool. “Someone else can get that Billy.” She spoke quietly. Her hat was gone, along with her shades. With her hand wrapped around mine, I followed closely behind her. I thought the minute that we got to the nurse's office that she’d drop me off and leave me there. I was wrong. She walked right in with me yet let go of my hand. “Thank you…” there was a little bit of silence.

I still didn’t know this beautiful woman's name, yet she knew mine. “Y/n, at your service.” With a wink, there was nobody in the office. We had been standing in the room for far too long. “Are you my savior and nurse?” I flirted with her, and she laughed and it sent a shiver down my spine. “Almost died and still a flirt?” She poked back. “Alway Y/n, always.” Y/n does a full check-up on me.

Y/n checks that the bump on my head isn’t grave and that my lungs don’t sound too bad. Considering I’m a smoker they already sound bad enough, but let’s not add anything else they don’t need. Her hands, Y/n’s delicate hand wraps around my wrist and gives my pulse a check. Two delicate fingers pressed into the pulse point of my wrist and we sat in comfortable silence. Y/n looks like she’s counting in her head, the number of beats my heart is doing in just one minute, but with her standing there right in front of me in all of her glory. My heart must be racing at this point.

My hair is wet and dripping cold droplets to the floor, and her red bathroom suit covers most of her body but gives something to the imagination. Curves that float down like a road it’s memorizing to watch as she moved effortlessly in the small exam room. Y/n fingers leave my wrist and I pout. When she turns back around she giggles at me. “What's wrong now?” Now it’s Y/n who’s being a flirt, and I just pout more. Letting my head fall forward. “Of is it your head? Do you need kisses to make it feel better, huh Billy?” I can’t help but moan and whine all at the same time. Sounds that never come out of me.

“Come here sweet boy, let me give you a kiss huh.” She moves me to my head like a rag doll. Controlling it in ways that only she can. I’m like playdoh in her hands and it makes everything else in the world disappear behind me. Y/n gives me a small quick kiss on my forehead. The place where it’s red and bumpy, but then she moves my head again. Now my head is sitting in her hand, her thumbs grazing carefully across my jaw and over my lips.

That’s all before she’s bending down and kissing me softly on the lisp for real this time. It’s not fast or because I’m about to die, it’s simply because she wants to kiss me. I love the way her lips feel up against mine. They’re soft, and plush as they met mine. Warm to the touch even though the pool house is cold and makes you shiver as you walk in. Her hands are on fire on my jaw and cheek, but there’s a sort of warmth that I’ve never felt before.

It’s the sort of warmth that when Y/n pulls away I want to pull her right back and I want more. I need more from her. “Did that fix your wounds Billy?” her voice is somehow deeper, lips redder than before, and eyes darker. I roll my tongue out over my lips and catch a taste of her. ‘I don’t know Y/n I might need a few more to really fix me up good and all.” I tease her with a wink.

She fawns and blush grows on the tips of her ears, and cheeks. “How about a date to start up your very strict health regimen.” She’s a flirt, and it drives me crazy. I hum in satisfaction. “When do you get off?” I ask her nerves growing into anticipation. Y/n looks over to the clock in the exam room. It’s been making a horrible ticking noise, but regardless of that, she looks back over at me. “Off in just a few. Say maybe twenty minutes.” “How about dinner tonight at the fancy place in town?” I suggest her eye light up, but then dim. “Are you sure?” She questions me.

“For my savior, anything will do. I’ll pick you up in say a few hours.” She writes her address down on a paper towel she pulls from the dispenser. With that, I get up from the chair and give her one last long kiss on her red and swollen lips, and when I leave the room I know she’s staring at me. Wishing that her shift was over rather than still having to work.

Completed on: 04/12/23

Posted on: 04/24/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

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