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HELLFIRE & ICE — eddie munson x f!oc as enemies to star-crossed lovers

CHAPTER TWO — VIOLENT DELIGHTS at HARRINGTON’S HOUSE

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summary: it's a rager at the harrington household! you attempt to reconnect with carol, tommy and the gang (it goes horribly, but they started it), accidentally connect with robin buckley and inadvertently have your life saved by eddie munson and his stupid van. you swear, this guy is following you. content warnings: NSFW / MINORS DNI swearing boots the house down, underage drinking, good old fashioned 80s homophobia and slut shaming, mean mom moment, implied attempted sexual assault, billy hargrove haters club (sorry) word count: 4.7k

Dear reader, I know you think of yourself as a harsh person.

Cold and exacting, surgical in the way you deal with people. You put on a good show, though, masking it all up with quiet confidence and pretty smiles. The prettiest smiles. And you’re never too mean. At least, not out loud.

It’s different when it comes to him, though. With him, you’ve got all the reason in the world to be mean. Vicious, even.

His dad is the reason your dad is in prison. That simple fact makes you want to grab his ridiculous hair and slam his head against the lockers so his ears ring.

Al Munson probably has no bearing on the way Eddie Munson lives his life, because he’s a deadbeat the way his son is destined to be a deadbeat. But the mere genetic suggestion of that piece of shit is enough for you to want to cut the brake lines in his little boy’s van.

You’re trying not to think about it too much, but it’s harder and harder when he’s right across the fucking lot, playing the same pedantic guitar riff over and over and over and–

Ssskrrrp.

The pressure you’ve been putting on your poor fountain pen tears through the lined paper, interrupting your line of thinking.

What doesn’t interrupt, what has no sign of stopping, is Munson’s incessant fretboard shredding coupled with–Christ almighty–an ear piercing harmonica. And look, you’re not one to ignore technique– he’s fine, you suppose, as much as anyone who can adequately handle an instrument can be fine, but it’s the fact that he keeps going. He’s relentless.

Doesn’t this place get noise complaints?

You almost yank up your window and aim the nearest heavy thing in reach–a commemorative Indianapolis Christmapolis snowglobe from 1981–toward Munson’s window in the hope that it sails clean in and puts a hole right through his amp, but you stop yourself short.

You do not exist to me and I better not exist to you.

You’re a woman of your word.

And you’ve got a party to get ready for.

You’ll admit, the trepidation factor of showing up to Steve Harrington’s house after your trailer trash makeunder is major. This is why every element of your look has to be just meticulously so, from your hot roller curls to the angle your off-the-shoulder dress sits at.

“Are you going somewhere?” your mom mumbles from the doorway.

It almost make you draw a jagged edge in your lip liner– you’d forgot you left the door ajar and she moves like a ninja nowadays. Silent and deadly, or not at all. At the very least she’s not slurring her words; she’d heavily upped the intake of Beaujolais since she had to appear on the witness stand. You wonder what she’ll do when the contents of her old wine cellar that’s now living in the trailer’s living room runs out.

You wonder what number glass is the one she’s currently clutching.

“It’s Friday night,” you say, like that’s a sufficient response.

“Whatever happened to keeping a low profile, hon?” she says, perching on your dinky twin bed. She pokes around the measly few pieces of jewelry you’ve scattered there, the only ones you have left. The rest went to the pawn shop, then that went to the legal fund.

Fat lot of good that did us, you think.

“I get that you’re probably… upset by all this change, but,” she continues, sighing deep, “Going out and making a fool of us isn’t going to help anything.”

You cap your lip liner and wonder just who the fuck your mother thinks she’s talking to.

“And drinking yourself into a stupor in front of cable TV is?” you bite, “--scratch that. We can’t afford cable anymore, can we, Mommy?”

Your mother’s purple-tinged lips peel over her teeth in a sickened smile. “Don’t be a bitch, Lacy. No one likes a bitch.”

“I’m not,” you assure, unrolling the first of your hot rollers, “I’m being pragmatic. Game face, right? That’s what Daddy said. We’re not going to let this town of gossip mongering wannabes tell us who we are,” you say, rendering a pitch-perfect impression of your dad that makes your mom shudder. “I’m going out. I’m going to a party. I’m going to act like nothing has changed because it hasn’t–”

It’s eerie how easily you can lie to yourself.

“--you’re the one who’s not being a team player.” You don’t exactly say that your mother is the one that’s bringing extracurricular shame to the family name, but that’s what the reality is. If there’s not whispers flying about your incarcerated father, there’s mumblings about your mother showing up blotto in Melvald’s with more than one run in her stockings.

Getting up from your makeshift dressing table to pick your jewelry from the bed, you turn– and run chest-first into your mother’s wine glass. She lets the wine spill down the front of your dress–your white dress–with just enough manufactured shock to let you know it wasn’t an accident. You gasp– is she serious?! The stain spreads just like her smile does; slow and languid and completely immovable.

“Oh, baby, look at that mess,” she pouts mirthlessly, “Do you know how difficult it is to get red wine stains out?”

You just about keep your composure as she leaves your bedroom, slamming the door behind her. It might appear that your mother has nothing left in this world, but she still has the ability to make you feel two feet tall.

Blinking away the hornet’s sting of tears in your freshly mascara’d eyes, you glance to the clock radio– no! You had planned on a bus route that included a fifteen minute walk from the park to get you to Steve’s on time (and to avoid another car ride full of ribbing with Carol, Tommy et al) and there’s no way you’re going to make it now. Plus, you now need a full outfit revamp and you still weren’t organized enough for that.

Panic runs a trail of hot spikes up the back of your neck as you rifle through the nearest suitcase for anything remotely appropriate and you come up with– something.

Something slightly risque, that you weren’t counting on debuting at a party where you needed to convince people that I’m normal and nothing’s different and everything is fine.

Your new outfit requires you to be practically hermetically sealed into it, it’s so tight, but it matches your shoes at least– you’re a stickler for details. You’re also a stickler for multitasking, so you drum up a last ditch attempt at hitching a ride to Harrington’s house and barrel out the trailer door without so much as a Don’t wait up, Mom!

A sharp left is your first move, and you nearly swear you see Munson drop a note in his hard rock symphony as you dash past his window. Good. Hope you can’t nail that intro for the rest of the night, just like you can’t nail anything else.

You’re sure, no, you’re positive that you’ve seen that car around here somewhere… and just like a very dangerous North Star, the Chevy Camaro sits askew in front of a nearby trailer home. The front door pops open, there’s some incoherent yelling, and a shadowy figure identifiable only by a trail of cigarette smoke and an ever-present cloud of too-strong drugstore cologne swaggers towards the vehicle.

Someone up there’s looking out for me.

“Billy!” you call, teetering his way on your heels, “Hey.”

Or wants me dead.

Billy Hargrove pauses in his tracks, tossing the dying ember of his cigarette into some nearby, extremely dead and extremely flammable, shrubbery. He drinks you in, top of the lid to the bottom of the label, and you want to fidget with your outfit. A black waistcoat with nothing but a bra underneath hitches your breasts to your clavicle. The matching skirt feels suddenly illicitly short. He’s regarding you with a newfound if sleazy appreciation– then again, you daresay Billy Hargrove eyes up froyo with the same lascivious look. Guy has a chronic case of eyeball nymphomania.

“Lacy, right?” he drawls, like you haven’t been in the same social sphere at least a dozen different times. You nod, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear in an effort to out-cute yourself. This is very not you behavior, but– needs must. “Fresh meat.”

Again, like you haven’t met a billion times before, but trailer park politics change everything.

“Yeah,” you say, skipping over that particular prelude to a come-on, “Um, no way you’re going to Harrington’s party, are you?”

Billy heel-toes his way toward you, slow like molasses (or slurry, or tar), giving you his best half-lidded come-hither shit. Look, you get what Tina and Carol and the rest of the girls see in him– it’s the whole greased up dirtbag, fuelled by chauvinism, sponsored by Pall Mall thing that is designed to piss off their parents and give them bacterial vaginosis. It’s their first taste of adulthood. You, on the other hand, have tastes in the opposite sex that are as-yet unmet by this half-assed corn maze of a town.

“I was thinkin’ about it,” he smirks, barely a breath away from you. And you play right up into it, even if you want to recoil from his ratty moustache.

“Well, think I could ride shotgun?” you ask, and tack on, “With you?”

“What’s in it for me?”

Oh, Jesus Christ, does it ever end. You have to swallow in order not to roll your eyes and ask him if he ever thinks about changing that broken flirting record.

“The most impeccable company in Hawkins, of course,” you simper, amping up the princess angle. Though you were pretty sure that dynamic played better when you weren’t living on the edge of civilization.

Billy folds easily, but doesn’t go so far as to open the passenger door for you. He jams the radio on as soon as the key’s in ignition, speed metal rattling through the car’s interior. Another cigarette lit and he’s revving up and out, while you’re still struggling to find the non-existent seatbelt. You give up and reach for a smoke from the open soft pack on the dash– it’s not a regular habit outside of parties and stealing your mom’s every once in a while, but again, needs must.

Billy flicks a Zippo dangerously close to your face. “What’s your deal.”

Despite the monotone delivery, you’re sure it’s the closest thing to an honest-to-god question Billy’s ever asked you– or any girl, for that matter.

“That’s a vague line of questioning, Billy,” you say, cracking a window so the smoke can escape.

“You’re like, bad now or something?” he scoffs, “Shunned from the suburbs so you’re acting all edgy?”

By hitching a ride with you, you mean. God, how pathetic to uphold yourself as the standard of bad behavior– as far as bad goes, I could do a lot better.

“Thaaat’s it,” you nod animatedly, half-yelling over the din of 'The Four Horsemen', “I figured with my father in the big house, I might as well commit to the bit. I might even get a tattoo. How’s that make you feel?”

Billy barely emotes an answer, his himbot expression set on seduce mode. He’s just smirking, lashes low. “If you wanna let loose, I know someplace we could do that.”

His free hand, the one that isn’t oh-so-casually resting on the wheel, reaches over to brush a lock of hair from your cheek. The knuckle trails down to your jawline, skips to your shoulder, your forearm, until his palm comes to cup your knee. Your skin feels like it hardens under his touch.

You’ve seen this movie before. Rebel Without a Condom: Skull Rock Edition.

Your hand closes over Billy’s, holding it firmly in place. He has a hair-trigger temper. You know that. You're attempting to handle it delicately.

“So do I. Harrington’s party.”

His tongue runs along the edge of his bottom lip, and you wonder what’s fundamentally missing in you that this shit doesn’t have you trembling. He grips tighter, fingers edging up your thigh under your vice. Your stomach seizes. “I mean really loosen up, Lacy. You wanna be bad, let’s go be bad.”

And suddenly, as his foot edges the gas to push you down the dirt road faster, you are trembling. But for all the wrong reasons.

Then– an ungodly rumble from behind, headlights blaring through the rear window as a vehicle zooms almost bumper-to-bumper with Billy’s. The horn honks and each car’s sound system wages a war to be heard– Metallica versus Black Sabbath.

Your neck snaps around. You don’t even need to see past the blinding light into the driver’s seat to know who the hell that is.

The van hits a dangerous swerve in order to come neck and neck with Billy’s car, spooking him enough that he snaps his hand off of your leg. The van boisterously overtakes you and Billy slams on the horn, revving the engine from his position behind. The sign of relief you breathe is barely contained, but can’t be heard over metal-on-metal drums.

“What the fuck is this freak’s problem?!”

“At least he’s bringing party favors.”

–

While Billy Hargrove’s admittedly sick Camaro sure can burn rubber, she’s no match for Eddie’s old lady in the arena of sheer bull-in-a-china-shop obnoxiousness. She hauls a lotta ass and takes up a lotta road, which is perfect for raising the blood pressure of an asshole like this.

And before you think it, before you even imagine it– he’s not fucking up Billy’s cruising hours because of you.

Not entirely, anyway.

Truth is, his uncle’s hours have been cut at the plant, as have Eddie’s shifts at the Hideout so he’s seizing opportunity wherever he can. Keep the lights on, right? And if that means palming off dimebags and powder to some drunk kids who are overzealous with their unpetty cash, then fine. He’d got the word from a couple of meatheads that his services might be useful, so it’s not as if he’s planning on gatecrashing Harrington’s. Gatecrashing a Quaker meeting would be more entertaining, if you ask Eddie.

But, gun to his head? Alarm bells started ringing when he saw you bowl out of your trailer in that ho–... that outfit and head towards Hargrove’s. Well, Mayfield’s, technically– the only time Hargrove shows up there is to cool off when his dad kicks him out. Hargrove’s dad and the redhead kid’s mom have split, and she is not taking it well, so add in the macho madness of Billy and you’ve got a maelstrom of disaster.

Sometimes he sees Little Red sneak out in the middle of the night and he’s gotten in the habit of keeping an eye on her.

From a safe distance, of course. That kid’s like a rabid dog, jumpy and paranoid. He’s positive she bites.

Anyway, that’s how come he came to spot you. Activity in the Hargrove enclosure. And again, if he’s to believe any kind of insidious gossip, girls that slide into the passenger seat of Hargrove’s ride are not necessarily safe.

So, he figures, it’s time to peel out and get to work.

Eddie manages to keep Billy entertained on his tail right until the turn to Harrington’s, so you don’t swerve off onto an unlit dirt road with him. What can he say, he loves the chase!

Billy’s car almost blocks him in when he pulls up, you clambering out of the passenger side unassisted. Douchebag. The minute Eddie’s sneakers hit the pavement, Billy is just about nose to nose with him, frothing at the mouth. Rabid dog must run in the family.

“Fuck was that about, huh?”

“Jeez, Hargrove, a little early to be scamming on your date already,” Eddie teases, drawing up to his full height– he’s got a couple of inches on Hargrove, which he knows is a sore spot. “But I’m flattered.”

On instinct, not insistence, Eddie’s eyes snap to you– but you don’t give him so much as a glance, just huff, “Thanks for the ride, Hargrove,” and head into the party. His eyes follow you, watching you stalk inside with your shoulders all hunched and your ankles about ready to give out in those dumb shoes.

Billy shoves him, hard, as if to draw his attention back. “Fucking wanna go, huh?”

But Eddie, at this point, is beyond over it. He’s done all the dick measuring he wants to do tonight. He digs a joint out of his pocket and slaps it into Billy’s hand.

“Christ, Scrappy Doo, hit the brakes already. Have one on me.”

–

The one time in your life you’ll be thankful for the bottomless pit of the male ego is tonight. Billy completely rerouted his fucking pea brain to dog Munson all the way to Steve’s house, and all you had to endure was motion sickness.

Could have been a lot worse.

You’re still regaining your land legs by the time you cross the Harringtons’ porch and are instantly cornered by Tina and Nicole.

“Lacy,” they say, in unison and almost gravely. Very the twins from The Shining. “We didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Wait, did you come here with–”

“--Billy Hargrove,” you supply before anyone can make any stupid assumptions. “Almost died in a game of chicken in the process, but that’s that Forest Hills life for ya.”

Tina looks past you, distracted and distant. “I always forget he lives there,” Nicole shrugs. You don’t bother to correct her, because you don’t think he does. Whatever.

“Wish I could forget I live there!” you chirp, “In fact, that’s exactly what I’d like to do– forget. What are we drinking, ladies?”

You push past the hovering bodies and make your way to the kitchen, the girls bringing up the rear but real slowly. Something’s wrong– something’s off with them. But then again, maybe something’s just off with you. You choose to forget about it, forcing your party mode switch to on.

“Jesus, what is Robin Dykely doing here?” Nicole scoffs over your shoulder as you search the kitchen island for anything you can free pour, and fast. You purse your lips– Nicole’s obviously started early, because when she’s tipsy, she’s got no volume control nor spatial awareness. The Robin Buckley in question is lingering by a punch bowl and definitely in ear shot.

“Looks like she’s drinking punch at a party, Nic,” you say flatly, pulling a bottle of vodka from the gaggle of glassware. That’ll do fine.

“Probably hoping Tam Thompson will finally join the softball team.”

“Doesn’t Steve work with her?”

“Yeah, they’re like, buddy-buddy right?” you non-committally muse, grabbing a shot glass; in fact, you had seen the mousy girl mousing around Family Video with Steve. He’d even given her a ride to school a couple of times, whatever the hell that dynamic was. You didn’t know much about Robin, other than she was in band so you matriculated in the same gym space what with due to your spot on the cheerleading squad. Well, that, and the obvious rumors.

But largely and absolutely, you didn’t care. She’s a relative nobody.

You knock back a searing shot of vodka.

“That’s proof Harrington’s exhibiting early signs of dementia, I’m sure,” Tina grimaces. “Like, doesn’t he know she’s a carpet muncher?”

“Like Harrington can’t have a girl within three feet of him without wanting to bang her?” you say, matching Tina’s grimace with a strained voice after the shot. “Yet here you are, Tina.”

It’s a little meaner than Tina is used to from you– and it shows. She blinks, once, twice, three times, visibly hurt because she knows that you know that she’s had a thing for Steve Harrington since the dawn of forever.

Well, fucking get in line.

Then she scoffs, recovering herself. “Have another drink, Lace. ‘bout time you loosened up.”

Tina slinks by you toward the patio and you almost call after her, but don’t. Nicole, starting after her with a roll of her eyes, tells you, “We’ll be by the pool. See you out there, maybe?”

Your mouth curls into a sarcastic smile and you wave the bottle of vodka. “Soon as I catch up, girl!”

The vodka lands with a clunk on the counter after you line up another shooter. You look up, and catch Robin Buckley staring at you, right before she has the chance to avert her eyes. She’s gripping onto that solo cup for dear life. You can see the cracking dents in the plastic.

“You want a shot?” you yell over the music and the people and the claustrophobia of it all.

“Uh,” she says– too damn slow. You grab another glass and fill it, passing it her way.

“I’ve, um, I’ve never really done this before. What’s, like, the custom, should we cheers?” Robin half-yells over the kitchen island.

You shrug. Fuck it. “Sure– here’s to being in places we think we belong with people we secretly hate!”

“Oh, I for sure don’t belong here!”

Robin sinks the vodka and chokes on it, spluttering up the shot. You gulp yours like a fish gulping water and dash around the island to slap her on the back. She recovers pretty quickly, wiping the dribbled booze off her face with the back of her hand. She wheezes gratefully when you pass her a sticky dishcloth. “Gross.”

“I know, right? Party.”

“I get it, though, by the way,” Robin says, husk in her voice more pronounced after she’s coughed a lung up. She dabs awkwardly at her argyle printed shirt, doing nothing. “The secretly hating people thing.”

Fuck, had you really said that? That’s way too personal. That’s way too revealing, especially to someone like her. Reverse, reverse, abort abort abort! “Well, it’s not that, y’know how it gets with your friends sometimes–”

“Because I know Steve. Like, I really know Steve– but not, not in like a sexual way because that’s not– more in like a paternal, fraternal, we were worms together in another lifetime sort of way– I just, I know Steve,” Robin steamrolls you, nodding. From the glassy look in her eye, that punch is finally hitting her. And she really does mean what she says, from the timbre of her voice. She gives a real fuck about Harrington, which is more than you can say for ninety percent of the people in this house. “He, y’know, he’s not exactly made for this crowd either.”

You unscrew the bottle of vodka and take a cursory swig, then another, which makes Robin’s eyes widen and makes you feel a little bit like a pirate. “Then why are we all here, band girl? At his house? Why am I drinking his father’s Stoli?”

She casts her eyes down and shrugs, looking back up with a sour smile. “Party?”

Your shoulders drop and your head lolls back. Maybe you shouldn’t have come here after all. “Ffffffuck.”

“I totally hate drinking. I hate that wobbly out-of-control thing,” Robin says, scooping more punch into her half-crushed cup. It occurs to you that she might not realize the punch is alcoholic.

“You said it, sister.”

“I like your outfit, by the way. It’s like if a librarian was… a slut.”

God, if this is the way she flirts, I hope Sarah Lawrence is kind to her.

“You said it, sister,” you repeat, hitting the bottle again.

When you perform a quick scan of the room, you spot Billy advancing through the crowd, lighting a cigarette with another cigarette like he’s about to just smoke both cigarettes because that would be double badass.

And then, veering in from the right just like he did on the way here, is Eddie Munson. He looks as if he’s looking… for you.

Well, not the fuck anymore!

“Pleasure doing business with you, band girl,” you mutter, grabbing the solo cup from her hand and chugging the rest of the contents, “Don’t drink any more of that shit, it’s three quarters peach schnapps.”

You maneuver yourself (just barely) to the patio, where the gang, your gang, are all holding court on the pool loungers. There’s Carol, Tommy Hagan, Tina, Nicole, Cass, even Tammy Thompson if Robin’s still looking, but no Harrington in sight. Maybe it’s because of what Robin just told you, but you feel like this would feel less bad if he was here.

A hush falls over the group as you approach– you know, the kind where you know people have just been talking about you? That lead feeling in your gut makes you take another sip of vodka.

“Well, hello there,” you say, and it comes out as one slurred-up noise. Wellyellothur. Not ideal.

Tina gestures to the bottle. “Washing something down, Lacy?”

“A shot of Hargrove spunk?” Carol drawls.

“With a Buckley bush chaser,” Hagan sniggers. Fucking Statler and Waldorf over here.

“You guys, c’mon,” Nicole starts– and it sounds like a defense, but she’s the meanest motherfucker of them all when you give her some leash. “Lacy’s way too frigid for that.”

“Guess that tracks,” Hagan shrugs, leaning forward to flick his cigarette into the pool. He looks at you in a way that drills a hole, only the way ugly, empty-eyed bastards know how to do. “I mean, if it’s true that your dad was pimping you out to Al Munson, it makes sense he’s in the slammer. No one got their fuckin’ money’s worth in that deal.”

“Shit, that is so true, Tommy,” you start, before you even know where it’s going. All you know? It’s going to be bad. Real bad. So bad that you set the bottle on the ground next to you and clasp your hands behind your back. Debate team stance is what you used to call this. “About me being frigid, I mean. Because I sure remember turning you down a lot– like, a lot.”

Hagan scoffs and lights another cigarette. Something electric in you makes you lean over and grab it, “Lemme have this one. –but like, you don’t remember that? Because I remember you begging–like hands and knees begging–me to fuck you the night of junior prom.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffs again, like ‘scoff’ and ‘chauvinist insult’ are the only retorts he’s wired for.

“And on the last lake trip,” you go on, taking a drag of the cigarette. “Oh! And on the night of Carol’s eighteenth birthday! Which was like, what? Two months ago? And every time, I said no. Do you remember why I said no, Tommy?”

This Greek chorus of Brat Pack wannabes, they just sit there and stare at you. And you don’t even notice the hush that’s crawled over the crowd assembled on the patio. The party rages on indoors, but those who are out here are rapt.

Tina emits a nervous snort, which makes you bend at the waist and cup your ear, like you’re in the goddamn elementary school production of Horton Hears a What the Fuck Have You Got to Say.

“Bet you could tell me why, Tins,” you grin, big and houndlike. “I drove you to the clinic, remember? I fronted you the money for the lice cream– which you never paid me back for, by the way! Not even when I got all poo–oor!”

Tina reacts in a scramble, gasping unto herself and darting her eyes away from everyone. She doesn’t know where to look– no one knows where to look! No one but Carol, dear awful honeybun Carol, who has gone so pale it looks like her blush was painted on by Bozo the Clown. She stares you right down and you stare back. One of you is the barrel of the gun, and one of you is the poor loser looking right down it.

“You’re a fucking dirty liar, Lacy!” The sound of her voice feels like it’s ricocheting off every stony surface on Steve Harrington’s patio, that’s how deadly silent it’s gotten.

In a flourish, you throw the cigarette on the ground and stamp on it, hard and heavy!

“Only one way to know for sure, Caroline!” you holler, flinging your arms out, “Feelin’ itchy lately?!”

All you know is you’re cackling louder than the thundering crowd rush that erupts when Carol fucking lunges for you.

author's notes: CLIFFHANGER ALERT! everyone fucking dies. jk but thank you so much for reading this chapter that i had so much fucking fun writing. and thank you for showing love for chapter one! i'm posting this one a little sooner than i planned because i want to get this show on the road for y'all. so, a few bits: - the song eddie is playing is the wizard by black sabbath which goes so incredibly hard. he also definitely learned how to shred on harmonica from wayne which is a piece of fanon i think i picked up from chrissy and eddie’s infinite mixtape, the preeminent hellcheer fic by @little-scribblers-heart (i don’t even go in for hellcheer like that but Now That’s What I Call Characterization) - never heard of Indianapolis Christmapolis before? check out the history here! - there is nothing i love more on this planet than making fun of a swaggerlicious shitbag character like billy hargrove. anyway he was blasting the four horsemen by metallica in the car which he canonically listens to in the show! you know, the scene where he puts cologne on his balls. i like to think billy only knows one song and this is it - rebel without a condom: skull rock edition is a reference to rebel without a cause and goes out to all the failed threesomes that have happened at skull rock - scrappy doo found dead in miami after one hit of eddie munson's ditch weed - i also have to say, i feel like more people knew robin was a lesbian than robin realizes, which is truly The Gay Experience. absolutely no one will be surprised that she's fucking crushing puss at a liberal arts college once stranger things 5 comes out in 2038 - anyway, crabs are a real threat, be safe and get tested! thanks so much for reading, pls reblog, like and comment to show support and i will throw things around my enclosure with the wild abandon of a dopamine rush. ur everything to me

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #hellfire & ice #in progress #published by powder #e. munson by powder

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Golden Boy

part three of three

warnings; filth, angst, lover boy, self deprecation, anxiety, mentions of death, smut, heartbreak, fluff, face fucking, oral (m recieving), piv (wrap it yall), 18+, explicit language, Richie, carmen being in love, the nickname bear, some very not so slef inserted heartbreak and love confessions

w/c: 6k

a/n: this request really changed from a drabble to a 3 part series holy fuck i need a job, but really this is actually so self fulfilling to be able to deliver your requests about a character i love we all love so much! it’s like we’ve created this aesome little community here :) i love this universe sooo much so be sure there will be drabbles connected to this series

BEAR COMES OUT IN LESS THAN A DAY! LET’S START AMPING IT UP

also if anyone was wondering how i’d imagine high school!carmen it would honestly be this one edit i saw of lip ages ago lmaoo

The dull rain of the shower resounded through your bathroom, the rest of your things had been delivered in the early Friday morning, and you rushed to enjoy the high water pressure Mae had boasted about before you moved in.

The steam has begun to fog up your mirror, and you wipe a hand across it, your reflection distorted between the streaks of your fingertips. Today was the day. You would finally see Carmen again and your body was racked with fear like it was the day you left him.

After you had come back from the Farmers Market, you had received a text from Sugar, and you spent the afternoon unloading everything to her about work, your move back and most importantly Carmen.

You and Sugar had grown close after you and Carmen had become friends, in fact, you had grown close to the entire family before you left for New York. And all it took was a phone call for you and Sugar to fall back into that familiarity once again, all you hoped was that it would be the same for you and Carmen.

Once Mae had finished up with work, the both of you, as promised shared a bottle of a wine and a blunt where she had squealed at your news of the dinner, and, despite your protests on the phone brought a rosy hued summer dress that she had begged you to keep.

It was left on a hanger on the door hook, and you stare at the gorgeous wave of the hem, and dip of the neckline that you had got you looking at Mae in doubt. She had screamed when you had tried it now, boasting about her amazing fashion sense and how utterly ruined Carmen would be.

You steered clear from feeding into her delusions, Carmen could be married for god's sake, whilst you were thinking if he would like the colour of your dress. He was not though, you had practically burned the entire timeline of his socials into your retina and there had not been a single indication of Carmen having a partner. But he had always been sort of secretive, and you couldn't hold onto the hope that Carmen hadn’t taken a liken to any one of the hundred girls that threw themselves at him.

I mean, it wasn't like he was waiting for you, right?

The heat of the shower spread through your body and you sighed in relief as the water loosened the soreness of your muscles that had begun to ache. You had a couple hours until the time Sugar and Richie had told you to come in, and you spent it leisurely, washing your hair carefully, and scrubbing your skin clean with the multitude of products you had accumulated the second you had more money to spend on just food, rent and utilities.

You forget to put a bath mat near the shower, and the cool stone is stained with your wet footsteps. You make quick work of drying yourself off before reaching for the same old bottle of shea butter you hadn't stopped using since high school. It was on its last leg, the worn label tearing apart, and soon enough you would have to cut it open to get to the last droplets. Old habits die hard and you had been a broke college student for a long fucking time.

After you've finished with your makeup and curling your hair so that it lay in soft blown out curls, you carefully and not so gracefully step into the dress. You don't own a lot of nice pieces like this, and you were forever grateful to Mae for coming in the way she did even despite your protests.

Because as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realise you look pretty fucking hot. You put on the last of your jewellery, spritz yourself with some perfume, before sliding your feet into flats that wouldn't destroy your feet. You reach for your phone, the time flashing 6:30 and later than you had anticipated.

Stress fills you at the thought of coming late, especially since you really only knew three people there, but you force yourself to calm down with a breath, realising the beef was only a 5 minute drive from your place anyway.

The drive to the Beef was one that was filled with anxiety and glee, you couldn't help keeping the smile off your face as you passed through the familiar roads leading up to the family restaurant. Despite the familiarity of the streets, your mind always finds its way back to the most familiar place of all, Carmen. You wonder what he might look like all grown into himself, you've followed his many strides in the culinary world, even if you didn't understand a bit of the kitchen itself, but you were unbelievably proud of every award he had and numerous received. But that had been all online, to see Carmen in person was a whole different thing entirely.

It was an experience, to see the way he’d body moved, from the light touches of his fingers helping you play guitar to the way he glided through the kitchen concentrating on cooking you up new recipes he’d made.

He’d take criticism from only you, even if Mickey's loud booming voice intercepted your comments from across the kitchen island. You had to sniffle back tears at the memory of it, Mickey and Carmen were so incredibly close, you feel like a fraud having not been there for him when he died, how could you even call yourself his friend?

The truth was, you and Carmen had a horrible way of dealing with grief, you were battling with your own loss at the time, getting news of Micheal’s death only months after your own Father had died from a drunk driver. You had come back to Chicago for the funeral before running back to New York and stuffing yourself with your work. The pain had been too great then and the regret of leaving your brother and mother to clean up the mess had eaten you alive for years.

You and Carmen had a habit of stuffing your emotions into tight spaces. Your father, Mickey, the both of your absence in each other's lives, it was a grief you wore well.

In the knots in your shoulder, in the bags underneath your eyes, in the aching hearth of your heart, in the emptiness of your suppressed stomach. As well as you could anyway.

But the world keeps turning, and the view of the renovated Beef catches your eye as you shakily turn into the car park adjacent. You can’t run now, there isn’t a back door you can slip through and a plane you can catch to escape the reality of your past.

This was it, had this been what you had waited for?

You can feel your heart in your throat as you walk through the car park, the soft lantern lights hanging across the top of the restaurant in ribbons. The place had changed from the last time you'd seen it, the rotting wood replaced with pristine painted planks and the cloudy windows now crystal clear. It even had a name change, replaced instead with the unmistakable nickname of Carmen,

Bear

Sugar had texted you to meet at the front, and as you bite your lip in anticipation, you see a blonde haired woman shout back a swear before walking towards the front of the Beef, her eyes catching you through the front windows, shooting up in surprise and glee, before rushing through the doors.

“Holy fucking shit! You were always hot Bug but goddamn, you outdid yourself! How are you my love?” Sugar replies, reaching to gather you in her arms.

You press your face into the familiar scent of her, and you sigh in relief as your fears begin to dissolve, you weren't utterly alone here.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Carm is going to fucking implode when he see’s you” Sugar whispers with a grin, in which u shake yout head with a chuckle.

“Uh I don’t know about that, we haven’t really talked in, well, since High school” You reply honestly, you may have lied to Richie, but you couldn't escape Sugar’s bull-shit- detector gaze.

“You both were always so scared to make the first move, Mikey had to hold me back a couple times from just locking you both in a room and forcing you both to confess” Sugar replies with a grin

“Confess? What do you mean” You reply, and Sugar shakes her head with a chuckle,

“Don’t bullshit me Bug, it’s as clear as day. You both were inseparable then, and you will be inseparable now, everyone has their own timeline.”

You nod with a sigh, rubbing your eyes as you thought back to the call you had received asking you to join the design group in charge of revamping Madison Avenue. So much had changed since then, and it was about time that you faced what you couldn't 8 years ago.

“You changed him, ya know?” Sugar says, all of a sudden into the comfortable silence between you.

“Hm?” You reply

“I don’t know. Carm, he’s just, he’s distant, always has been. And then somehow, you became friends and there was this just change in him. He started to smile and laugh more, started opening up to us, because of you. Whether or not you realise it, you marked him in a way that was permanent you know? And when you left- well, it all went to shit, he was fucking destroyed and the only person that could help him was Mikey, and you, you get the rest of it” Sugar sighs, shaking her head as you stare at her.

“Sometimes, I’d bring you up, or-or we’d be talking about a new building, architecture or whatever, anything that related to you, and you'd just see him shutdown. He needs you hun, he doesn’t realise it but its like he’s fucking decaying without you.”

Anyone else and you would have shaken your head, but it was Sugar, and all the years you've known her she hadn't once sugar coated anything.

“It was always going to be Carm, Sugar. A million times over and it would always be him” You reply, a tight smile on your face as you try and blink back tears, and she nods with a frown.

“No crying, god I told myself I wouldn't cry” Sugar says, shaking her body as you laugh, sliding a hand in hers before walking into the Bear.

You aren't given enough time to investigate the changes to the restaurant, eyes glancing at pictures frames and stainless kitchen benches before stepping into a decorated back dining space, fixed with a long table covered with steaming plates of food and entrees.

The sound of your footsteps has the entire room coming to a halt, and you scan the many people seated at the long table, their eyes watching you with a look of surprise before recognition floods across them.

You can't recognise a single face, all unfamiliar to you but you get the strange feeling they know who you are, as they await for you to speak.

“Uh, Hello, um, you all probably have no idea who I am and this is kind of weird so-” You ramble nervously, trying and failing to introduce yourself to the many people watching your every move.

“Oh carino, you are gorgeous! You must be Carmen’s friend?” A short hispanic woman grins, making her way over to pull you into a hug, and the move causes the entire table of people to come over and introduce themselves.

You can’t stop keeping the smile off your face, as you learn about each of the amazing people around you who have kept your sweet boy company. They were incredible, and you don’t doubt they shared a bond you only ever built working together, piecing together where Carmen had spent his time, and recognising the glimpses of faces you had seen on the walls you had walked by.

You converse easily with Sydney, a young aspiring chef who had kept Carmen on his toes, but your mind isn’t exactly present. Your eyes are glancing every second at the door, waiting for the man you've been dreaming of since you were 18 to walk through those doors.

You hear a tumble coming from the back door leading to the alleyway behind the Bear, before the familiar voice of Richie yells out incoherent curse words. You aren't able to prepare yourself for the footsteps coming up the steps and into the entrance of the dining room before Carmen cerulean blues catch you immediately.

His eyes take their time with you, indulging in the peek of skin from the slit in the dress, before they trail up to your hips, snaking around your waist and blinking back at the dip of your cleavage. Carmen is undone, entranced by the way you hug and fill out the dress so perfectly, it does something to him he feels guilty about. Like the moments he would thrust up into the column of his fists after that one party where you leaned against him, or when he remembered the taste of your body wash.

Carmen is scared to move his eyes up to your face, fearing that he will be irrevocably gone if he does, but he does it anyway, because he's wasted enough time without you, and he can’t bear the seconds past him by without seeing the face he's dreamt of since forever

Carmen has to reach for the table near him, gripping the wood in his fists as he steadies himself when he sees you for the first time. He has to bite back his immediate response to let out a swear, his eyes trailing along every curve and line of your features he has begun to forget. The rush of memories, and feelings of you unleash within him like an unyielding current, breaking down every wall and shield he’s put up to stop it. It was fruitless, Carmen knew one day it would all come crashing down, because it was always going to be you, a thousand times over.

You let out a shaky breath as you catch his eyes fluttering over every single feature, you should feel self conscious but you don’t, you bare your entire self to him. You furrow your brow as you take in the honey caramel wisps of his hair pushed behind his ears. Your eyes catch the numerous inked sketches running along his arms and hands, you yearn to run your fingers along them, feel his veins jut out, they trail up his arm, like a stream and you have to swallow back the desire that had begun to unfurl at the vision in front of you.

He was utterly beautiful, his clean shirt contorted and stretched from the sheer size of him, the muscle and girth of his biceps and shoulders were so different to the lanky teenager you fell in love with. You feel a sadness at the thought of not seeing him since then, it had truly been too long.

He still wore his chef apron, though it lay untied and around his neck like he had quickly run into the kitchen to fix something.

You don’t know how you’re able to form the words, but you can hear yourself calling his name like a plead

“Hey Bear” You whisper, the tears at your waterline one whisper away from falling

And it’s the simple sound of your voice that has Carmen crashing and falling, swallowing back tightly.

“Hey”

You can make out Sugar calling everyone out to the front of the house, mumbling about flying pigs or whatever conjured up lie to leave you both alone. But it’s practically white noise around you, as your eyes remain forever on Carmen, like they always wore.

There's a silence that stretches between you two, and you feel the distance between you both from your fingertips.

“Thought I told you I’d punch your stomach if you cried” You say with a smile, tears falling down your cheeks and Carmen crumbles at your words, it's like his been hit by a freight truck, when you reminder of that day, but he still lets out chuckle, looking up at you with a grin.

“So I hear you're redesigning our very own Madison Avenue?” Carmen says, and it's like he’s been practising and rehearing the sentence over and over in his mind, it sounds more like a script than something he truly wants to say.

And you see through his bullshit, turning your head to the side as you look at him like he's translucent, and Carmen gives up before he is even able to start, what’s the point of faking it now when you could both see through each other.

“God, you're beautiful” Carmen says after a beat, the blues of his iris crashing and falling into a deeper depth as he looks at you. You blush, you never blush, you only ever blush for Bear.

“Carmen..” You whisper, the tears continuing to fall and roll down your neck

“Why didn't I tell you? God why didn't I?” Carmen says in a tight voice, like he's holding himself back, like he's holding himself from breaking, and you want to reach out and hold him instead.

You feel your heart drop, as you look up at him in anticipation, no no no??. You didn’t run half way across the state, you didn't spend years searching for Carmen in relationships and first dates, no- how? All this time. All this fucking time you could have spent with him, whether long distance, in New York, whatever, you would’ve made it work, hell you would have travelled endlessly for him.

“Why didn't you?” You breathe out. letting every tear and cry loose. And Carmen lets out a breath, your eyes communicating what your mouth could not for 10 years, letting your body shake with grief at the truth of it all.

Carmen feels his entire world breaking, he can feel the ground beneath him shake, he is consumed with you, you you you, and always and forever you.

“All this time..” Carm replies, shaking his head, laughing a little to himself as he stares at you in grief and love

“Yeah” You chuckle, before tears spill down your cheeks, and Carmen kind of breaks too, all the worries and missed time and love you would have shared out in the open between you. You both had been so foolish, so wrapped up in the fear of rejection/ruining your friendship you had ruined it all instead.

“I love you, I have loved you the moment I walked you home. I have loved you desperately, I loved you from afar, I have loved even when you didn’t know it”

“God Carmy, my sweet golden boy, I always knew it” You sniffle, and Carmen scrunches his eyebrows, grinding his teeth against his jaw as he shakes his head, undoing his apron so that he doesn’t get your gorgeous dress dirty, pulling you close to him. You reach for his hand, its size massive in yours, as you bring it to your chest

“You feel that? My heart beats for you Carmen, only you, forever you” You whisper, as you hold onto his hand tight

“I was just- I was so scared, so scared that I would ruin everything, our friendship, it was the one thing going for me and I couldn’t ask you, I couldn’t ask you to love me?” Carmen says, shaking his head like even saying the words felt stupid

“Carmen you are worth loving, I loved you then and I love you now. Sugar was telling me about how I changed you and you know what I was thinking the entire time? How everytime I think back to those years before my heart just aches. It aches because I have always been searching for you, Carm, my body yearns and reaches for you every day, you were the one thing that made me feel like I could make it out of here. That if I tried hard enough, if I had you believing in me too, I could really do it.

“And you know what Carmen? I did do it, I’m back in Chicago designing something that I believe in and I still feel so out of place. I feel scattered, like half of my body and mind is missing, and I’ve always known, even when I didn’t, that you kept that part of me. You held it safe, and I want it back, I want you back Carmen. I want my boy back.”

“It was always going to be you Carm, that’s the truth, I love I love I love love love you” You breathe out, your heart hammering against your chest as you let all the chips fall where they may, you each Carmens face, trying to decipher the look on his face.

You want to know what he's thinking, have you scared him? Does he not love you anymore? And it's like Carmen can tell the thoughts are consuming you because you can't think of them anymore, in fact you can't think at all except the feel of Carmen lips pushed up against your own.

They’re pillowy and soft, and it takes you a second before you kiss him back with such reverence that you swallow back each other’s groans. You don’t come up for air, you won't, you can't let him slip through your fingers again, Carmen can’t let himself lose you now, with the taste of you on his tongue, so sweet like he imagined you to be.

Carmen fears he might combust, that he might dissolve into a puddle right in front of you because you taste so good, he slides a hand up your neck pressing you closer to his chest as you grip his shirt in tight fists.

Carmen can feel himself smiling into your lips, and it causes you to let out a chuckle, allowing Carmen to press his canines into your lip, just a little, a nibble that has you moaning out loudly in a way that shocks you both.

You press your body impossibly closer to Carmen’s, until you can feel him nudge against the curve of your stomach, grinding down against him until he grip’s your waist tight, pushing you deeper until you both have to let go with a breath.

“You don’t know how long I have waited to do that” Carmen says, his eyes still shut, like he was savouring the taste of you that was on his tongue, on his lips, his skin, everywhere. Carmen wanted you everywhere.

“And how long I have waited to do this” You trail your nails across his chest, his eyes watching the mischievous grin on your face grow as you trail your fingers down his chest, resting on his belt before the sound of a yelp and a clap breaks out, causing you to retract your hand and causing Carmen to let out a whine.

The rest of the crew and Sugar come tumbling into the room, hootting with cheers and laughter like they had been pressing an ear to the door the entire time, which they probably had. Sugar makes her way over, hugging you both, and pressing a kiss to your cheek before punching Carmen lightly.

“You didn’t think I knew? God what kind of sister do you take me for??”

It’s all a blur of laughter and smiles and light shooting colours, Carmen keeps his eyes on you the entire time, and you don’t leave his side, holding onto him like he might fly away. And in all the commotion, in all the light and laughter and love Carmen sees Mikey. Sees him in flashes, the nape of his neck, the corner of his mouth pulling back in a smile and he swears, Carmen swears he sees him nod towards him.

You let it rip, bear, you did it, you did it.

And Carmen did, and he looks down at you in his arms surrounded by people he loved and his heart for the first time feels full. Carmen had written himself off to a life of fulfilment through his work, and whilst that was purposeful and important to him, he always felt like a piece of his life was missing, a piece of his heart, it was taken by you just as he had taken yours.

And now he can’t mask himself from his feelings, he can't watch you from afar anymore, he wants you beneath him, wants to bottle your laugh and drink in to cure him. He's broken and he doesn’t deserve you but god with the way you look up at him? It makes him question everything, makes him think he's enough, that there might be a chance he's more than the vile words he calls himself.

He want to get better for you, for the both of you, and its overwhelming, all these feelings he feels all of a sudden, it's like a switch has turned on and he can’t stop it, it washes over him, those memories from before, and you grip his arm with a squeeze, looking up as him before walking him out, guiding him with a hand until he follows you out into the alleyway.

“Sorry, it just was a whole lot at once, I haven’t even properly asked about you and now the entire kitchen knows you and” Carmen rushes out, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously

“You forget how well I know you bear?” Is all you say, and you can see the way he relaxes into himself, looking up at you with a nod. And it’s true, you know him completely and utterly, and it’s almost a relief, it almost makes Carmen cry because for the first time he doesn't feel like he needs to explain himself. Carmen feels like he has someone who knows him deep down, knows all his flaws, and problems and issues, and still wants him.

The thought is so foreign and strange but he stomach bubbles with the elated glee of the start of something, something you both know, deep down, was meant to happen whether it was now or in 30 years. You would always, always find each other, how could you not? When it felt like half of you had disappeared without them?

Carmen can’t help but a press another kiss to your lips, snaking his arm so that it rested on your hip, squeezing a little before you break from him

“The food in there looks lovely, but considering what has just occurred, do you want to go somewhere more..” You start

“Intimate? Fucking yes. I don’t need Richie watching me and Sugar breathing down my neck. There is so much..” Carmen replies, eyes having a bit of a faraway look as he thinks back to all the times he had wished he could confide in you but couldn't.

“Let’s make up for lost time, shall we?” You grin, holding out a hand that Carmen eagerly grasps, before practically running into whichever car is closest.

You and Carmen end up in a dimly lit jazz bar that sells signature shirley temples and tampalas that make your heart sing. You spend the entire night talking about everything, you both spill the entire contents of your guts to each other and you couldn't be happier, wiping each other's tears when the love got too much and your chest filled with gratitude at finding each other again.

You tell him you're only here for 6 months, and you leave the bar calling Mae to extend your lease. It doesn't take long for you both to slide into the familairy of your friendship again, spending every waking moment with each other, fulfilling every desire, checking off every firsts, exploring Chicago again with the one man who's been waiting for you for eternity.

It would have been cute if you werent fucking like rabbits as well, you were addicted to each other, chasing orgasm after orgasm like it was a high. You should have been thrown in jail with the amount of times you had nearly been caught, and Carmen’s office was practically a health code violation.

But the truth was, Carmen finally had something to come home to in the late evenings and you had something to say goodbye to in the early mornings.

The early morning sun drags along the horizon, it cuts through the shapes and cuts of the intricate frost that had begun to develop over the window, showering the room in its dull yellow through the linen curtains of your shared bedroom.

It had snowed during the night, and the city council had closed the roads, advising as many people to stay indoors if possible, causing you and Carmen to finally have an excuse to stay indoors and pressed against each other the entire day.

The only sounds you can hear in the early cold July morning are the shutters of shop doors opening and the simmering wave of traffic that would soon begin to spill into the city streets below.

That and the strangled sound of Carmens moans as you slide your hand across the slick length of him, heavy in your palm.

He watches you carefully, eyelids heavy as you blow on the tip of him, causing him to wince in desire. Your motions are slobby and wet, and Carmen is still half asleep from your sleeping position not moments before.

“Please…”

You bite back a giggle, looking up at him from your knelt position between his legs. You’ve pulled him to the edge of the bed, and he grips the white sheets in his fists as he tries to restrain himself from coming undone by the way you smile up at him.

“You want me to suck you off him? You wanna feel good baby, you gotta tell me you wanna feel good cause I can't hold back any longer

“Fuck..please make me feel good, you know how to do it, please h-honey” Carmen replies before knocking his head back with a groan when you take the tip of him in your mouth.

You and Carmen weren't exactly experienced at first, you both had never truly held a relationship long enough to progress to that stage, but it had only taken a month before you knew how to have him stuttering thrusting up into you with need and it had taken him 3 weeks to know how to make you cum 9 times a day. What could you say? You had waited long enough.

You don’t waste time as you circle your tongue around the red tip, licking the precum clean from the slit, groaning around him at the sound of his throat letting out strangled moans. You want to take him in entirely, but he was so thick and long you couldn't possibly without getting used to him again.

Carmen loved giving, he could spend hours with your thighs around his shoulders, but there was something special with getting your broody chef to come undone, to be reduced to a puddle at every lick and kiss from you.

You push him deeper, circling your tongue so that it drags flat against his length as you pump the rest of him that you couldn’t yet reach.

“Holy-sh-fuck babygirl, easy, easy” Carmen groans out, and as you flicker your eyes up at him, the vision causes you to sneak a hand down between your thighs.

Carmen looks down at you with furrowed brows, struggling to sit, grinding and jutting up into your mouth as his blonde hair lays across his forehead sweaty. His cheeks are a rosy crimson, and his tongue pokes out from the corner of his mouth biting down when you catch his blown out almost-black eyes.

You ignore his protests, pushing him further down until you feel him in your throat, constricting the space until it has him groaning out in pleasure. Carmen can’t help thrusting up into your throat, quickly apologising before you shake your head, reaching for his hand to grip your hair, begging him to use you however he wan’t. It’s too much for Carm, he feels like your puffed out cheeks, the tears eager to drip down your cheeks, the rut of your hips trying to find any friction causes the very tight bind to nearly snap in him.

“Fuck, don’t- not gonna last long” Carmen heaves out, gripping your hair until the veins in his arms and neck begin to juttt out.

You continue bopping your head down onto him, gathering the spit and cum and hollowing out your cheeks before taking him out and then in again. Carmen can’t take his eyes off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he watches you entranced.

“You don’t want to cum huh? Am I not making you feel good? Fuck my throat Carm, show me how you want it and i’ll show you how I do” You groan out, looking up at him from under your lashes and it causes Carmen to groan out, before gripping your jaw in his hand, and dragging your tongue back down his length.

Carmen is careful with how he fucks into you, but it’s reverent and heady and full of need, and he finds himself gripping your hair, watching you bop down on his cock until it bumps against your throat, and he feels that tight warmth that surround his sensitive tip.

He’s a mess, a jumble of incoherent swears and half moans of your name as the slick heaviness against your tongue shealths up and down, the mess of cum and saliva dripping from between your lips.

“S-so fucking, so good, all mine babygirl, you’re all fucking mine” Carmen replies with a growl, as hes thrusts into you grow sloppy, and you press your nails into his thigh, breathing through your nose as Carmen loses himself in the warmth and feel of you, chasing his release without a break.

The tight band deep in him snaps when you constrict around him, and catch his heavy gaze, he screams out your name, jutting up into your throat, slick shooting down as he holds you head against him, and you milk him dry eagerly, taking every last drop he gives you.

You swirl your tongue around him, gently taking him out of your mouth as he winces at the over stimulation, you look up at him, opening your mouth and poking your tongue out, and you don’t miss the low fuck he whispers at the image of you swallowing every last bit of his mess.

You aren’t able to get up yourself before Carmen is dragging you up to him, wiping and kissing away every tear before swallowing you with a heated kiss. Carmen can taste himself on your tongue, manoeuvring your bodies so that he lay against the headboard, with you grinding up against his lap.

“Need to feel you fill me up Carm, I need it so bad” You groan out between your heated kiss, and Carmen grips you against him, his cock hardening again at your words, he always wanted to please you, it was his dying quest, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you like it was nothing.

You line yourself up with him, before sinking onto his length, the both of you breaking apart from your heated kiss to suck in a breath, Carmen leans into the croon of your neck, biting the skin there lightly as the feel of you tight around him gets too much.

You have to grip him, pressing half moons into the contorting muscle of his shoulders and back as you get used to him, before sinking further down with a groan. You felt impossibly tight, walls velvet and soft like caramel as they glided up against him with its slickness.

“You sure you can take it all? Hm darling?” Carmen whispers as he leans over in your ear, so that you slide further down his length, and it glides across a sensitive spot in this new position that causes you to rock your head back with a groan.

“Oh no baby, no no no, eyes on me hm?” Carmen reprimands you, sliding a hand so that he can see the dazed look in your eyes.

“We have the entire day, locked in this house from the snow, and I’m going to fuck you stupid doll” Carmen replies with a grin, before easing out of you and thrusting back into you hard, causing stars to appear in your vision, the white hot pleasure of the beginnings of your orgasm gripping you.

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Ross Lynch: givemewhatuwant

*on tour with the driver era 2024*

“Y/N do you know where we are at?” Garrison calls from the back of the bus with all the boys.

The Driver Era has been on tour for about a month now, traveling all over the east coast showcasing their phenomenal songs that they made from scratch. I had the amazing opportunity to come on the tour as one of the equipment managers. This has been my biggest dream in my career, working at “The Doors Rock Shop”. It’s a well known instrument company in Atlanta Georgia where people would go to get a guitar and a crystal at the same time. I got this amazing job with touring The Driver Era with my cousin Poppy who is with us on tour as one of the tour photographers.

“Y/N!” Ryland shouts from the back. I look outside to see we are about to arrive to the venue in Asheville North Carolina. “we are about to pull up to the venue guys!” I said looking to the back of the bus and I see Ross in the hall with just pajamas pants on. “Word! i’m ready to stretch my legs and get out and move.” Ross said stretching his arms looking like he just woke up from a nap.

Ross and I have gotten really close on this tour. i’m normally not on their bus, i travel in a large van behind the bus with the crew. We haven’t stopped talking to each other whether it’s in person while im helping carry his beautiful gibson to him when he goes in for his solos or text. We make these jokes everytime I have to give his guitar to him in a show and I always make a bet with him about how many girls will scream “take your shirt off!”. Secretly I was jealous I couldn’t be those beautiful girls making him smile and shake his hips like that and pleading to take his shirt off for me. Having him as a friend is the best, I just know he could never like me that way. I’m his equipment manager, I lift speakers and drums for a living and he’s a fucking rockstar sex god. I mean look at his recent ex. like how can I compare to Jaz Sinclair. I have to be just a friend to protect myself from that energy.

Everyone ends up scattering across the venue to start their projects for the day. The show starts at 8 so I scramble around to the strings van to transfer the instruments to their spots on the stage so the boys can start soundchecking and tuning their guitars to the songs.

“Y/N why is it you’re always the one carrying the most stuff in the building when Greg is suppose to do that because of your knee.” Riker says from the green room where I walked in with a coffee for myself and him. “Riker i’m telling you Greg is so fucking slow I can’t bear watching him take 45 minutes to set up a guitar stand. I gotta get the shit done so I can actually enjoy myself for the day.” I express to him and i’m frazzled pinging from one corner of the stage to the other figuring out all the wires and amps so they can start their sound check.

“Y/N take a deep breath or a certain someone is going to come in here and see this and raise hell.” Riker laughed as he secretly points in the direction of Ross and Rocky’s green room. I roll my eyes and wave him off not believing a word he said.

Riker thinks he’s slick with trying to hook me up with Ross ever since we started the tour. i’ve seen the small hints of asking ross to come to me when he can’t find the setlist or where his extra picks are. Riker is basically our tour mom, he is making everyone smoothies and making sure everyone is hydrated before every show. Besides Ross, me and Riker have been attached to the hip.

“Shut up Riker before I grab a pair of scissors and cut your bass strings” I jokingly threaten him with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh God Riker what did you do to piss Y/N off again?” Ross said coming out of the side stage with a vintage baseball cap that says “i’m a local celebrity” with a white tee and baggy light washed denim pants. he slings his arm over my shoulder making us sway to the random song playing on the speakers. I look up to see him already looking down at me with that infamous smile he wears. “Nice Hat pretty boy.” i laughed and flicked the bill of the hat. “So which songs are we playing tonight? any newbies?” I smile back at him really hoping he’ll play one of my favorite songs at the show tonight. “Yes Y/N we are playing givemewhatuwant and Natural if that’s what you’re asking.” he chuckles and pulls away from me to pick up his guitar to start sound checking. I squeal and jump off the stage and start jogging to the doors to get the rest of the equipment “YES ROSS YOURE THE BEST” I scream at him and blow him a friendly kiss as I run out the door.

*Ross’ POV*

Y/N is the most precious and loving human I have ever met. she just brightens the room when she walks in. Whether it’s her bubbly personality or just her energy she radiates, it’s one of the reasons why I love having her close by. She makes me feel like life is worth living again. Heartbreak after heartbreak, I felt like love isn’t an option for me anymore. I have thousands of people falling at my feet but it never fills the void of feeling unloved. Hookups and one night stands can only do so much to the point even sex isn’t appealing to you anymore. Ever since Y/N walked into my life, it’s has taken a complete 180. I feel lighter. happier. I wake up excited for the day knowing I get to see and talk to the most beautiful woman I have ever met. She doesn’t compare to any girl I have ever been with or even seen. Befriending her was my first hit in the game and i’m ready for the home run. I want her to be mine. I need her to be my girl. I feel like I can’t live life without her by my side. she completes me in a way I have never felt before. I’m worried i’ll scare her away if I confess what i’ve been feeling inside. I just need to rip the bandaid and just go for it, be a man and express this to this wonderful girl.

*10 minutes before showtime*

*Y/N POV*

“what’s our bet tonight Ross?” I ask him walking up to the band. I just finished helping set up the stage for The Driver Era after Valé’s performance. She did amazing as she does every night. Tonight however the energy feels a bit off. Ross looks like he’s in his head about something and I just don’t know what. Everything went smoothly today and the crowd already has such a good vibe for the night, there’s nothing else to worry about. “Ross? You good?” I asked while rubbing his arm while he looks off in the distance.

“Yeah i’m good, just in my head a bit. Nothing to worry about, probably stage fright.” he has a fake smile plastered on his face to try and not worry me. I know him better than anyone that he is in his head about something and it’s definitely not stage fright.

“Do you need to talk before you go on? you are not good. you can try and fake smile at me but you know it’s not going to work. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I step forward to see his full face instead of the side and look up in those beautiful hazel brown eyes he adorns on his face. he sighs loudly and closes his eyes before opening them he says. “Y/N there’s been a lot of shit going on in my life and ever since I met you, it seems like everything disappeared when you walked in the room. You make me so happy and giddy to the point I get antsy when I don’t see you first thing in the morning. You light up my life and I know we only have known each other for a month but I feel it. My God I hope you feel it too so I don’t feel like the biggest idiot before this sold out show. I like you Y/N, I don’t want to wake up without you by my side. Please tell me you feel the same.” he pleads and grabs

my face in his hands and put his forehead to mine.

“Just shut up and kiss me Ross. I’ve been waiting way too long for you to say those words. I just need your lips on mine before you-“ he slams his lips on mine before I could sentence my sentence. I wrap my arms around his neck melting in his arms loving every second of this moment.

“Ross let’s go! you’ll have plenty of time to make out with Y/N after the show, come on!” Rocky shouts from the side stage making us break away from our heavy kiss. I smile and push him towards his brother. “Lucky for you i’m going to be in the pit with Poppy helping her take photos. I promise to get the best angles, I might sneak a couple just for my entertainment.” I smirk and he laughs and kisses my cheek and runs on stage right on his cue.

The boys are rocking out and came out full throttle. I’ve been helping poppy this show because one of the extra photographers called out and couldn’t make it. I can already feel the energy in this knowing it’s gonna be a great night. “ Y/N why has Ross been staring and smirking at you all night? Did he finally have the balls to do it?” She smirks at me side glancing to the stage. I look up and sure enough he’s staring at me with hooded eyes with his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He squats down to my level and curls his finger for me to come closer. I take a step towards him and he whispers “you are making it incredibly hard for me to stop this show and take you backstage to have my girl strip that skirt off so I can fuck that beautiful pussy.” he kisses my earlobe and pulls away before I could even react. my jaw drops and I step back and look at poppy and she’s busting out laughing at my reactions and hugs me and squeals in excitement. She always said from day one that Ross will end up falling over me. I brushed it out because of stupidity and insecurities. Now i’m like ‘fuck she’s right…. again’.

“That man is already planning the wedding in his brain and he hasn’t even gotten in your pants yet. I saw the kiss when I was setting up. “ She says while snapping pictures of the band while they play “Natural”. I get excited and dance and sing along. I decide to tease ross a bit, i shake my hips to the beat and drag my palms up my stomach making my shirt ride up a bit. He notices and bites his lip and tilts his hat down and looks at me with sultry eyes. I wink at him and flick him off. he smirks and proceeds to perform the rest of the song.

The show finally ended and the boys are celebrating in the green room with a couple of drinks. I finished my job for the night when I start searching for Ross to actually start my night. I feel hands wrap around my middle and I instantly melt when I smell fresh body wash and sandalwood. “Let’s go to the bus, I promise to keep my hands to myself” Ross mumbles kissing my neck with his hands roaming my hips pulling me closer to his warmth. I chuckle and turn my head to see his face and tease his lips with mine before I dart towards the direction of the bus. I hear his laughs behind me when I get up to the door to the bus.

he meets me inside and starts teasing my neck again guiding me to the back of the bus. He closes the sliding door and locks it in place. I arch my neck towards him in a way to let him know I want his lips on me. He starts sucking on my neck behind my ear. he kisses all the way to my lips and he slams his lips on mine. I moan and run my fingers through his hair and tug at the ends. He groans in my mouth and starts unzipping my corset like top. I gasp when I feel the cold air on my bare back. The shirts comes loose from my body and falls at our feet. “Beautiful” He whispers to himself when he see my breasts in full exposure. He starts peppering kisses all over my breasts and he cups his lips around my nipple and start sucking to drive me wild. I moan a sound that has never escaped from me before and I tug his face up to mine “Just fuck me already Ross. I need you so bad. Feel how wet I am” I whimper grabbing his hand and pressing it to my core. he rubs his fingertips against the sensitive nub and I moan loudly biting my lip. He shrugs his pants off and throws his shirt somewhere while I undress myself as fast as I can. “I wanted this to be slow and make this moment last as long as possible but I can’t bear anything anymore. I need to be inside you baby.” Ross said as he slips on a condom with a groan. He pushes the tip towards my entrance and I close my eyes waiting for the first push. “Look at me Y/N. I need to see your face” he pleads. I open my eyes the same time he enters me and I gasp at the size of him. He slowly thrusts in and out letting me get used to his size.

“Faster Baby. Fuck you feel so good” I scream as his pace picks up. he grabs my leg and throws it over his left shoulder slamming his hips into the back of my thighs. He presses a hand against my stomach and I moan feeling him deeper inside of me. “Fuck baby I can feel it. My god your pussy is perfect. You’re so tight, you were made for me” He groans fucking me harder making me slam a hand on the window beside me. “Ross i’m so close. please let me cum. fuck baby” I moan in his ear and drag my nails down his back. “Yes baby. Let go for me. Cum all over my cock. Make a mess of me. “ he slams his hips into mine as we both hit our climax at the same time. he thrusts slowly while we come from our highs. I breathe heavily and rest my head on the armrest of couch. Ross slowly lays his head on my breast letting some of his weight fall on me. I run my hand through his hair and just smile wanting this moment to never end.

“Whatcha thinking about beautiful?” he asked slowly pulling out making me wince. “Just realizing how did I get this lucky? I don’t deserve you.” my eyes start tearing up looking at his eyes and studying all of his features. “You don’t deserve me? You got it all wrong baby. You are the most beautiful human I have ever laid my eyes on. We are meant to be here in this moment for a reason and I know down the road we will look back at this time and just laugh and smile about all these memories we have made together. I want to make memories with you forever Y/N. l- I love you so fucking much I can’t hold it in anymore.” He rambles sitting up on the L shaped couch and pulling me to his chest. I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. “Ross, I love you so much it makes it hard for me to breathe. I’ll love you to the day I die.” I look up at him and he slams his lips on mine putting a hand over my heart to feel the thumps of my rapid heartbeat. Our lips move and he slips his tongue in and our tongues dance along together lazily.

We finally had the energy to get up after 30 minutes of lazy kisses and just appreciating the moment we just shared. Everyone comes back to the bus after the celebratory shots.

“So where did both of you guys run off too earlier?” Garrison asked slipping on a hoodie and a crochet bucket hat I made for him in Wisconsin. “I don’t kiss and tell but it was definitely fun for sure.” Ross winks and pulls me to sit on his lap.

“They fucked in the back of the bus. there’s a hand print on the window to prove it.” Ryland said smirking into his tequila soda. I roll my eyes and tap the bottom of his cup to make it spill all over his neck and shirt. “Y/N what the fuck dude!” he shouts snatching napkins from Riker. I laugh so hard I snort and then that makes everyone in the bus have a laughing fit. I lean my head back on ross’ shoulder and he kisses the top of my head whispering “I love you” in my ear. my eyes start drooping and I fall asleep on the love of my life and already can’t wait to wake up to experience this life with him.

#ross lynch #ross lynch imagines #ross lynch x reader #the driver era #x reader #rocky lynch #imagine #oneshot #ross lynch oneshot #fanfic #rosslynchxreader #concert one shot #ross lynch fanfic

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blackterrae · 9 months

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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Princess Bride

Alice In Borderland

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Artemas (singer [i like the way you kiss me])

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

The good doctor

Tiktokers: Vinnie hacker

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Cruel Intentions

Burnt

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Nicolas Galitzine

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James, PRETTYMUCH Bay(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

The Sympathizer

The Invitation

Jawbreaker

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @sunflowertuliplily @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @artemisthewh0re @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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SMOOOCHES!! Hii cutie patootie!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Okay just really a tiny brainrot idea for tonight: but we all know Zandy for being a *very* clingy child/clone, right? Especially to fragile!reader, since he does have Zandik’s old ideals and memories from when he was kid. (Since Zandik was always an outcast) Which in turn results in him always wanting to be by your side since you’re the only person who’s really shown the poor bb love 😭💗. So sometimes whenever you wake up you’ll see little Zandy curled up next to you or to your chest for warmth. Which always makes your heart melt when you also see him clinging onto your shirt and one of his books placed on your bed side table. (He most likely wanted you to read it to him for when you would wake up) — Also you doing his hair whenever you’re actually feeling well? Making sure to brush it softly and style it the way he likes. Maybe even putting some cute little pins of ruin guards or other things he enjoys. (He always wants you to brush his hair everyday, but he knows that sometimes you’re too sick to even get out of bed. So he usually does it on his own, leaving him upset for most of the day) which you always sincerely apologize to him about and make it up to him by letting him help you bake some cookies or other sweet treats to gift him and the other clones. (And ofc your hubby)

I hope you enjoy!! Im writing this close to midnight since I can’t sleep (I need Zandik or Zandy to just cuddle me </3) but I hope you have a wonderful day my little dove!! Lots of chu chus n cuddles. Who needs Zandik when I have u !! ><

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

HI 🎐 ANON!! MWAHSS! AHHHH This is the perfect fluff I need before bed 🥺 Baby Zandik is definitely clingy, he’s just a little kid after all and little kids usually crave attention, but for him it amps up a lot since he never received much in general 🥺 He’s always trying to be with you!! Yes, even barging in your room sometimes in the middle of the night because he had a bad dream. (Can clones dream though? I think little Zandy can at least.) Though he wants comfort from you, he tries not to wake you up because he knows rest is really important for you. Leading to you waking up to the little boy clinging to you. It always makes your mornings so much better :)

Oh Zandy’s hair definitely needs brushing 🥺 He’s a rowdy bb, always trying out new things and annoying the other clones in the process, and often his clothes and hair get all ruffled up! You have to straighten him out and fix him back into a presentable young boy. The other clones can’t understand him well, always leading to conflict, but you do completely. You know the way his hair likes to be brushed, the clothes he likes to wear, his feelings… Zandy just wishes you were healthier because then his life would be easier too. He looks up to you a lot and loves spending time with you, even if you two aren't doing anything fun 😕😣

GOD I 100% enjoyed this 💖💖 I love your writing!! And haha I know the feeling, sleep evades me too 😔 But i hope you get your rest you need it! I am giving you virtual cuddles 🫂🫂 big hugs for u love!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #zandy bb <3 #dottore love notes <3 #zandy/child dottore makes me so happy #i would do anything for him #omg u and zandy making hair pins together...?? ur raising a little scientist and inventor rn

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staceymcgillicuddy · 10 months

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For the three word sentence prompts: Don’t you dare. Thanks 😊

Oh boy, this one might have inspired a whole new AU. The vague premise in my head is that Eddie spent a couple years in Hawkins before leaving for... elsewhere. But he still did the talent show. And kept up with Gareth, I guess. IDK! if people like it, I might flesh it out into a full thing of college girl Chrissy and bar band Eddie!

“Don’t you dare!”

The words are a whispered admonition; Shawna pays no attention and leaves Chrissy standing, mortified, by the side of the building while she marches over to where the band from earlier is loading equipment into a van.

“Hey,” says Shawna to the curly-haired drummer, who looks like a muppet and a teddy bear had a baby. “You guys were really great.”

The drummer stops cramming his kit into the back and turns, giving Shawna a once over and evidently liking what he sees. Which makes sense—she’s in a skintight blue dress with zig-zag green stripes, and her hair is teased and crimped like she’s Tawny Kitaen’s little sister. Or, big sister, considering the size of her boobs.

Chrissy’s never had a friend like Shawna before. She’s half in love with her because Shawna is scary and brave, and mean sometimes. She does what she wants when she wants to, whether talking back to professors or flirting with bar bands in parking lots.

“Hey, thanks,” says the drummer, leaning against the van’s edge and grinning at Shawna.

“Do you have, like, a tape or anything?”

“Uh, we’re working on it. We play here every—”

He’s cut off by the back door opening, where the reason Chrissy didn’t want Shawna talking to the band emerges. The lead singer, carrying an amp, looks every inch as terrifying as he did onstage, stalking around in tight jeans and a cropped t-shirt that shows his stomach and whose hair makes Chrissy think about Richie Sambora.

Chrissy kind of has a thing for Richie Sambora.

“Move,” says the lead singer, and the drummer hops out of the way with milliseconds to spare.

“Hey,” says Shawna.

“Eddie,” says the drummer. “This is uh… what’s your name, honey, sorry?”

“Shawna. And this is Chrissy.”

Chrissy’s feet shuffle forward before her brain can catch up. Shawna always does this—drags her in to talk to guys when she’s not even sure how she’s feeling about guys these days. Not since she broke up with Jason before the start of freshman year, then had some bad dates, and attended a disastrous frat party in the wake of her freedom.

“Hi,” she says, only her introduction is drowned out by the lead singer jamming his thumb between the amp and the door.

“Jesus fuck, Gareth,” he snaps at the drummer. Gareth, apparently.

“What the fuck did I do?”

“Move your fucking shit, man. I’m bleeding out for space back here. Hey, sorry.” That’s to Shawna, who he’s looking at with some interest. Obviously. Most guys look twice.

“Hey.” Shawna nods, then tosses her head at Chrissy. “Chris, come say hi.”

God, Chrissy should never have said she thought the singer was cute. Idiot. Idiot!

Still, she goes. Takes Shawna’s hand and lets herself get pulled into her side and smiles at Gareth, then goes stock still when the singer—Eddie—gives her a once over.

She fully expects he’ll find her wanting. Next to Shawna, she’s still a church mouse. Country mouse. Plain black dress and flats and her hair in a ponytail, and, honestly, she’d wear sexier things, but she never feels quite right in them. Life was easier when all she had to worry about was a cheerleading uniform on Fridays. Choices stink.

To her surprise, though, Eddie smiles. Leans against the door of the van and says, “Chris, right?”

“Chrissy,” she corrects, then feels dumb for correcting him. Chrissy’s such a babyish name, but Christine sounds too grown-up, and Chris is just for certain people who know her well.

“Chrissy.” He tucks some hair behind his ear and smiles. He never once smiled onstage, and it’s a relief to spy some kindness on his face. “You liked the show?”

“Uh-huh,” she says, which is mostly correct. The music wasn’t her thing, but she really liked watching him perform.

“Cool. You guys from around here?”

“We’re at IU,” Shawna supplies.

“Cool, cool,” he echoes. “We play there sometimes, too.”

Eddie won’t stop looking at her. He’s doing that thing that guys do where they have a whole conversation without transferring their attention, and it makes her want to squirm. That would be undignified, though, so she fiddles with the sleeve of her dress instead, and hopes to God that Shawna will pick up the loose threads of the fraying conversation.

“Like at parties, or what?” Shawna asks.

“Sometimes.” Eddie cocks his head to the side, studying Chrissy closely. “Hey, question.”

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t grow up in Hawkins, did you?”

#bsc diaries #pipergirl17 #prompt meme #fanfic #hellcheer fanfic #flash fiction #also shawna is a real one #wingwoman of the year #shoving chrissy at richie sambora #but gareth might get laid #you go gareth

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SUMMERS WITH GRANDDAD

Grandpa Steve's grip was tight as he pulled me into a bear hug and clapped my lat muscle. "Jesus Mac," he growled, "You haven't been juicing have you?"

I pulled back and looking to my grandfather's face. It had been a few months since I'd seen him, and he looked as gruffly handsome as I remember. Weathered face, silvery scruff on his jaw and a blue-gray eyes completed the picture. Steve Prescott had just retired from the police force a few years ago, and somehow he looked both older and younger than his 60 years.

"Nah, Granddad," I said, soaking in his clear enthusiasm for my bigger body. "Just been hitting the weight room hard."

The man's strong, callused mitts openly ran up and down the outside of my arms before giving them an affectionate pat. "Well, whatever you're doing, it's working," he winked. "Come on in," he ordered. And as I followed him, he reminded me, "You’re family, Mac, so I don't need to tell you to make yourself at home. You know where your room is."

"Yessir," I said. Last time my grandfather told me to drop the sir, but he didn't lecture me on it this time, he just looked back and gave me a big smirk.

"Great to have you here, kiddo."

I had a million ideas that had played out in my head about how this visit would go down. Some of them with my dick in hand, slowly storking. Or not so slowly stroking. Now that I was here, I felt a little nervous. "Glad to be here, Grandpa." I paused at the guest room door with my bags in my hand. Granddad lived in a lake house that was more live-in than a cabin but not like one of the rich people's retirement mansions that were springing up at the other end of the lake. The place was small and simple, but that suited Granddad fine. Suited me, too.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Starving," I replied.

"Well, you get settled in, and I'll whip us up a lunch."

I took the time to unpack a little, since I'd be there for two months. It was an annual tradition. Ever since my parents' divorce when I was 7, I'd spend half of my summer at Granddad's. The first year was a kind of freak out on their part as they dealt with finances and the fallout of their breakup, but when they saw how much I enjoyed spending time with my father's dad, and how Grandpa Prescott was happy to host me, it became a regular thing. Even when I entered high school and became serious about football, I'd spend my time at Granddad's until football camp started up.

Of course, Granddad spoiled me rotten. He let me eat ice cream a couple times a day and watch as much TV as I wanted. He'd take me on ride-alongs on patrol on slow days, and that was a fucking treat.

He retired early, with a decent pension, and moved into that 2-bedroom lake house, one of those old ones from the 60s. Granddad winterized it and a couple of years ago I came for a few days around Christmas. Another tradition now.

I looked around the wood paneled room and had a lot of great memories. I'd graduated high school now, and who knows if I'd be coming here again, at least not like before.

Grandad wasn't a great cook, but he'd gotten better. I wasn't a picky eater, and at that moment that large lunch he'd made was perfect. It was after 2PM. Grandpa seemed hungry too.

"I got in a heavy workout this morning," he admitted. "Normally I don't eat a lot during the day."

"Wish I could say the same," I said. I had a normal teen jock's appetite, only amped up by lifting and regular cardio.

Granddad chuckled. "Don't worry, I stocked up knowing you were coming."

"Mom complains her grocery bills go up when I'm staying with her," I admitted. I hope that didn't sound out of place, like my mother didn't like me staying with her. It was just kind of a joke she had.

Granddad just shrugged. "Part of having a teenage boy around," he said.

We made small talk. I figured I had the whole summer to talk seriously with Grandpa. Maybe he was thinking the same thing.

"Well, it looks like the weather's crap," he said as he looked out the window. It had been a light drizzle on the drive up but now was pouring. "The rest of the week looks perfect, though." He turned back to me. "We can hit the golf course some time if you're up for it."

"Sure, that'd be great," I said. Normally I hated golf. Half of it was that I didn't excel at it in the way I did football and wrestling. The other half was I hated Dad's country club. The men there were all snobbish as fuck and kept hounding me about which college I was going to. When it turned out I wasn't going to college, Dad was silently dispproving. His golf buddies were less silent.

But with Granddad, it felt laid back and fun. Even if he had to handicap himself extra and pack his patience when he played with me.

We watch a little TV then turned it off and talked. Grandpa Steve had a million questions about the last months. He'd heard some from Dad but if he knew, he pretended not to.

"So...," he asked, cracking open his first beer now that it was getting closer to 6. "Now that you're graduated, you got big plans, kiddo?"

I felt adult now, talking to him, but also like a little kid. I shrugged. "I dunno, Granddad," I said. "I guess not." I fumbled with the soda can I held in my hands. "I've actually been wondering... thinking, you know, of becoming a police officer."

That caught the man by surprise. "Yeah, Mac? What brings that on?"

"That's what Dad said," I laughed. "You both make it sound like a phase."

He looked at me seriously. Not judgmental, but on the level. "Is it?"

He got me there. "I don't know," I replied. "I've been thinking about it a while. I guess I always looked up to you."

He smiled. "I'm flattered, kiddo. But the job's not all glamour."

"I know sir," I said softly, defensively.

He looked me over. "I guess you do."

"What does your father say?"

I sighed. "He's not happy about the idea. I mean, he doesn't come out and say anything, but you know Dad."

Grandpa patted my knee. "God knows I do," he said knowingly. "But fuck it, you're 18 now. And out of high school. You can make your own decisions." He paused, and I swore he was tracing little circles on my bare knee cap with his fingers. It felt nice and if our conversation had been different I would have thrown fully hard at the gesture. As it was I chubbed a little. "How bout this? While you're here, I'll go over the pros and cons, ins and outs of the job. Stuff I wish I'd known when I was your age but no one told me."

"That'd be great Granddad." I enthused. It was such a reversal of my relationship with Dad, where I felt I always had to prove I wasn't the dumb kid. With Grandpa Steve, I was happy to defer to his age and wisdom.

I took a deep breath and said what had been on my mind, the whole ride up. The whole last few months even. "There's one thing that's been bugging me about my plan," I admitted.

"Yeah, Mac? What's that?" His hand didn't leave my knee.

"I guess I've been thinking I'm not into girls."

Those fingers stopped. Slowly he pulled back his hand. "Not at all?" he asked with a look that was even more questioning. Somehow surprised.

"No sir," I replied.

His voice grew quiet. "Maybe what we did last time didn't help, did it?"

I blushed, actually red-faced as I shook my head. "I have no complaints about that, sir. For real."

He grinned at me gamely. "Well, I love you, Mac, you know that, right?"

"Thanks, Granddad," I said. "I felt kind of silly bringing it up."

"Hey!" he said. "I don't want you to feel silly about a thing like that. Or anything... You tell your parents?"

I nodded. "A couple of days ago. Mom was great. Dad was cooler with it than I expected."

Granddad nodded. "Your old man can be difficult, but he loves you, Mac."

I felt a little ashamed at all the teenage battles I'd had with my father. "I guess I act like a typical child of divorce."

"I don't know what that's like," Granddad sighed. "But typical is the last word I'd use for you, kiddo."

***

It felt great to clear the air. Granddad and I talked, man to man. He didn't pry but he asked if I had a boyfriend, if I was keeping myself safe. I hadn't done much more than getting my dick sucked in the mall men's room a couple of times. If you didn't count the blow jobs Granddad and I traded the last time I was there.

I felt relieved and proud I'd told Grandpa. He was the fourth person I'd told... my folks, my best friend Tyler, and now him. I knew it would get easier from here on out.

But somehow, I felt like I'd spoiled any chance I had for a repeat of sex with Granddad. The last time had seemed so easy. Some sex talk, a porn video, some JO heavy with eye contact, then I'd experienced my first blowjob and had given one in return, with Granddad gently coaching me in what to do.

We'd repeated it only once before I went back home and now any hopes I had that we'd pick up where we left off were dashed by the very grandparent vibe I was getting from the man. Maybe my being gay made it feel more real to Granddad, like it wasn't just some naughty fun between two buddies, but something more.

Anyway, when it was time for bed, Grandpa gave me a normal good night hug, more reassuring than sexual.

"If you're up for getting up early, we'll go out fishing," he said. Unlike golf, I'd always loved fishing, maybe because I associated it with my summers with my grandfather.

"Yeah, Granddad," I said. "Just wake me up. Anytime, for real." I was the opposite of a morning person, but I'd get up early for this.

He nodded and gave me one last reassuring look.

I tried to sleep. It was late actually and the more I lay there, the more my eyes were open, in the dark. It gets real dark at the lake.

I thought of jacking off. But I was too emotionally wound up. I hope I'd be able to keep my desires in check the next couple of months. I lay there, off and on erect in my briefs, as I thought about men and my life. I'd do better going after a guy my age. But it wasn't like the guys I knew would be open to that. Maybe I was wired for older men. The daddies in those porn videos. I actually made myself watch younger guys in videos to try to retrain my desires. It didn't work.

I had no idea what time it was. I was thirsty, or maybe the idea of getting some water was just something to do with my restlessness. I tried to be quiet as I slipped out of bed and tip toed down the hall.

I needn't have worried: a dim light was on in the kitchen and Granddad was sitting there at the table, bare-chested and some pajama pants. He had his reading glasses on and was doing a crossword puzzle. I'd never picture Grandpa Steve as a crossword kind of guy, but maybe retirement had you finding ways to spend your time.

He looked up and his voice immediately told me he'd been up for a while. It was clear, not groggy. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asked.

"No sir, guess not," I replied. My voice wasn't groggy either, it turns out.

"Some nights are just like that," he said, leaning back in the seat and pulling off his glasses. I had my grandfather's body practically memorized from swimming and casual days in the summer heat from years past. He was a year older now and his thick muscle had some of the telltale signs of his years. A little sag to the bulk and lots of fine, silvery fur. Over the summer, Grandpa would get a tan, but for now his torso was still creamy-pale in complexion. It made the pink nipples stand out more.

I felt conflicted with what I wanted and the need to behave normally around the man. "What do you do on nights like this?" I asked. I had a feeling my grandfather and I were talking about the same thing, at least a similar thing, but I wasn't sure.

He cocked a grin. "Man to man, kiddo? I jerk off."

That directness caught me by surprise and made me laugh. And it made me a little bold in return. "You didn't tonight, Granddad?"

He shook his head, a look of suppressed lust creeping in behind his smile.

I leaned against the kitchen counter. I was now aware I was wearing only my briefs and even more aware of Grandpa's eyes on my semi-naked form. "I didn't either," I admitted.

I watched as my grandfather reached down and adjusted his crotch in his shorts. A simple gesture, something a man's done a thousand times in his life. But it was incredibly hot to see.

"I told myself nothing was gonna happen with us this time," I heard the man say quietly. His blue-gray eyes were on me now, and his gruffly handsome face seemed more attractive in the light. "But when you showed up... a goddamn stud..." It was like he was afraid to finish his thoughts.

The flattery made me puff out my chest and turn toward him to display my body. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, Granddad. Promise." I wanted this SO bad, and the idea Granddad wanted me but was stopping himself felt like torture.

The man nodded and stood up. I was taller than him by four inches, but he carried himself like an ex-cop, taller than his height. He had more muscle than me, too, though my brawn was better toned.

I saw his hardon now, tenting up his shorts. For me. That sent my own dick to a quick erection. The sight of it made Granddad pause and watch. Watch his grandson throw hard. He watched then looked up at me, a little frightened. It was weird to see fear in the man's face. Growing up, I figured Grandpa wasn't scared of anything.

"I've been trying to think with my head, not my dick," he said.

My heart pounded. I actually took a step toward the man. "I've had to think with my head a lot lately, Grandpa," I said. "I'm ready to think with my dick for a while."

"God," he muttered and we stepped closer in unison. His rough hands were on my body first, but only by a second. I loved his body, his older, mature muscle. Maybe I was fucked up, but I loved every part of Grandad. His manliness, his age, and the contrast with my youth.

The latter part was driving Grandpa wild, I could tell as he openly caressed my bare football-jock body. "You're so fucking beautiful, Mac," he hissed.

"You too, Grandpa."

The time fooling around with Grandpa before felt naughty as hell, but we'd never done THIS before.

Nor had we kissed, but as my grandfather leaned in, eyes dreamy in expression, I was all in. It was my first fucking kiss with a man. And since I'd been faking it with the girls I'd gone out with, I considered it my first real kiss, period.

It made me light headed, feeling Granddad's lips against mine and his tongue snake out to touch mine. This was both rougher and more tender than a kiss with a girl. Grandpa Steve knew how to kiss.

He finally broke it off and patted my side. "Whaddya say we take this back to the bedroom?"

I nodded.

I'd seen Granddad's dick, back in early January. It was a delight to see it again as he pulled off his shorts. He wasn't big and wasn't small, just a thick-normal tool that jutted up from a full hairy crotch. I had a little pride peeling off my briefs and showing myself to him. The times before I'd felt tentative and self conscious. Now I didn't. I wasn't hung overly big either, but I had a little length on Grandpa.

"Let me suck that, kiddo," he growled as he climbed onto the bed and made his way toward me on his hands and knees. I pictured this man wrestling some perp into submission, yet here he was eager for my dick. As his mouth descended on me it felt good.

Too good.

"Oh fuck, Grandpa, pull off!" I warned after a few bobs.

I heard his chuckle. "Got a quick trigger there, huh, Mac?" He blew onto my throbbing hardon, whether to tame it or to stimulate it, I didn't know.

"Yeah," I hissed. "At least with you."

He looked up at me, that naughty look from our previous time together coming back. "If you blow now, you can probably cum again soon, right?"

I thought it over for a second. From my solo masturbation sessions, I definitely knew that was possible, but I hadn't tried that with another guy. "I'm pretty sure I can," I answered.

"Good," was all I heard before Grandpa turned his attention back to my cock and started sucking me, really sucking me. I held onto his head, feeling his thinning gray hair and feeding off his sexual energy. There was something exciting and liberating about this, even more than the men's room head I'd gotten the last couple of months, nervously, fearful I'd be caught.

Now Grandpa was openly blowing me. He wanted my cum and didn't care how quick I gave it to him.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" I cried. I probably shouldn't be so loud, but it was just us, a half mile from the next house. So I grunted even more loudly as I came. Usually quick orgasms don't feel as good as the ones you work up, but usually it's not an incest orgasm. I came hard, my athletic body jerking with each jet into my grandfather's throat.

The man moaned excitedly around my cock as I fed him. He let me jerk a little in his gullet then worked his mouth up and down more shallowly to milk out the rest of my load.

I felt proud just then, but not as proud as the look Grandpa had when he finally pulled off. I wondered how often he'd done this, how many men he'd blown.

He scooted up and kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips and rather than turn me off that excited me. As did feeling that mature thick muscle against me, writhing, since Granddad was real horny now. I could feel the steel-hardness of his dick pressing into my smooth abs and the strength in his pawing at my arms and lats.

"Let me suck you, Grandpa," I hissed as our lips parted for air.

"Yeah, kiddo?" he asked, excitedly. The last time we'd fooled around, two days after New Years', I had reciprocated. But I could tell in his voice Grandpa was worried I wouldn't be up for it now.

I was up for. Way up for it. In those furtive times in the mall men's room, I had just stuck my cock through the hole and had gotten sucked off. Nervous once I came, I pulled up my jeans and made it out of there pronto. But this had been in my mind the last few months, more than that even. Sucking a man's cock.

And I couldn't envision a hotter cock that Grandpa Steve's. It was rigid and masculine and horny and as I scooted into the same position he'd been in, I got a closer look. There was just something so different about an older man's dick. I leaned in an licked, from the base to the tip.

"Fuck yes, Mac..." Granddad hissed. "Just a warning, it can take us old geysers longer to cum."

"Good," I said and craned my head to take in his hardon, between my lips and several inches into my mouth. I suckled at the head, but figured that was more to my pleasure than Granddad's, so I started bobbing up and down on him. I held onto his strong thighs as it took me a half minute to get the rhythm. I didn't have experience. Hell, I didn't even have natural technique. But I'd watched a lot of gay porn and I copied what I'd seen.

I felt my grandfather's fingers massage my hair, my scalp, and the nape of my neck while I blew him. Even if his fingertips were callused, there was something soft and gentle about his touch.

I went down further now, closer to the base of his dick. I surprised myself by feeling no gag reflex. I mean, Grandpa wasn't hung real big or anything but he sure felt like a mouthful at that moment and very thick at the entrance to my throat.

"Holy Christ, Mac...." the man hissed. "You're really fucking good at this... Amazing, kiddo."

His encouraging words fueled my lust. I went at him a little deeper and a little faster. I imagined some dude sucking Granddad off back in the day to get out of a speeding ticket or something. It was a porny fantasy, for sure, but the interplay between that and the real-life incest I was committing had me rock hard again.

My hands had traveled up his legs to his hips, and now I was taking the chance to cup his butt cheeks. Lightly furred but not as hairy as his torso or legs and arms, Granddad had an amazing ass. Full, meaty with more than a little give. I was a little fucked up in the head maybe, but that mature ass turned me on like nothing else.

All of a sudden Grandpa's grip on my head grew more insistent, tauter.

"Jesus FUCK!" he bellowed. Up till then, Grandpa Steve had been gentle and affectionate. But as he nutted, he was all man, thriving on that primal instinct. I coughed a little as my face was pulled all the way against his pubes, before Granddad realized what he'd done and relaxed his hold.

His muscular body was still shaking as I swallowed his seed and sucked the dribbles out of his dick. Unlike me after a cum, Granddad almost immediately grew soft, but I liked that sensation too of feeling his relaxing meat feeling my mouth. I gave it a final kiss when I pulled off.

There was a look of pure love and satisfaction on the man's face when I looked up. "Sorry I went rough on you, Mac," he said, his fingers now grazing my neck in a touch that directly fed my renewed hardon. "But that was fricking incredible."

I leaned up on my knees now, scooting up to embrace my grandfather. "I'm glad,"" I said.

We kissed, softly. I mean, I was horned up like hell, but I followed Grandpa Steve's lead. The contrast between the smooth kiss and my sexual intensity felt exquisite, actually.

But Granddad seemed to read my mind. Reaching down to cup my erection, he pulled back and cocked an eyebrow. "You really are ready to go again, aren't ya, kiddo?"

"Yes, sir," I hissed.

He looked down and gave it a long gentle stroke. "You've grown into a big boy all right," he said. Then looking up at me with a playful grin he added, "If you can wait a little, I'll take care of you again. First, I want a little make out time with my favorite grandson."

"Can't think of anything better, Granddad," I said, lying down on my grandfather's queen sized bed and feeling his warm, mature body lying next to mine, pulling me close to him.

I knew this was going to be an unforgettable summer.

(TO BE CONT.)

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The First Time, Every Time: Ghost in the Machine

Rated X / 1223 words / Posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

They’re lingering in the doorway of her apartment, both amped up on adrenaline and in need of an outlet. She knows she looks like hell, but Mulder seems so proud of her, so impressed, and she’s not quite ready for him to stop looking at her like that. Like she’s not a little girl trying to run with the big boys. Like she belongs here.

“Did you see Peterson’s face when he realized you had a gun on him? Priceless.”

She shakes her head and drops her eyes to the floor with a demure smile.

“I’m sure I looked like a terrified child. I certainly felt like one.”

“Actually, I think you looked like a total badass.”

She snaps her head up, looking for an indication that he’s teasing her, but he seems to have said it earnestly. Her. Dana Scully. A total badass. It almost strikes as oxymoronic.

She holds his eye a beat longer than she intended, lost in thought, and something shifts. She lifts her chin, steeped in confidence, and asks him if he’d like to come in. He does not appear to spend any time debating whether the invitation is an innocent one, because the second her door slams closed she is tasting the inside of his mouth.

She hasn’t quite been able to pin down what she finds so alluring about him. He’s good-looking, but so are a lot of men. He’s intelligent, but she’s known many extremely intelligent men throughout her education and career. She realizes now, as he hoists her up into his arms and she wraps her legs around his waist, that he’s never once made her feel small. He’s made her frustrated, angry, he’s even managed to hurt her feelings a time or two. But one thing he’s never done, even as he literally looks down on her in her highest heels, is make her feel like her physical presence has any bearing on the weight of her opinions and ideas. And that, apparently, is the most attractive thing in the world.

He makes an absolute mess of her apartment, lumbering around like a giant as he tugs off her flannel shirt and then her jeans, making his way toward what he must think is the bedroom. Her foot knocks the phone off the hook, and a painting that was a housewarming gift from her mother crashes to the floor when he slams her up against the wall, grinding his erection into the damp gusset of her panties. When he sets her down and looks around, confused to find himself in her bathroom, she tugs him toward the sink and makes quick work of his fly while he simultaneously pulls his shirt off over his head. When she pushes his jeans down over his ass and his cock swings free, her mouth falls open and a completely unrestrained, “Oh my God,” slips through.

Mulder chuckles and mumbles something along the lines of a thank you as he slips his fingers under the hem of her panties and slides them off her hips, then lifts her up onto the countertop. She gasps at the chill of it against her bare skin, but is sufficiently distracted when Mulder’s hand slides from her knee down her inner thigh, pausing to allow her time to protest before he slips his middle finger into her cunt. Her head falls back and his lips find her neck, kissing a trail up to her ear.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks, and she blindly reaches for a small decorative box on the countertop, retrieving a condom and tucking it into his free hand. That’s answer enough, it seems.

He inserts a second finger, and then a third, and it occurs to her that he’s warming her up, preparing her for what is potentially the largest penis she has ever laid eyes on, and she saw quite a few during her residency. For a split second she worries that she won’t be able to handle it, but then she remembers what he said about her. She’s a badass. And she’s going to take his giant cock like the badass she is.

He brings her within striking distance of climax then backs off, leaving a quickly cooling trail of wetness on her thigh when he withdraws his hand. She reaches for him, measuring his girth with her thumb and middle finger to find that they barely touch. He kisses her slowly as she tears the condom open and rolls it on, skirting her palm over his scrotum when she reaches the base and making him groan.

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to,” he tells her as she positions him at her entrance, swirling the head around to coat it with her slickness.

Her hands find his ass cheeks, and after slowly introducing the first few inches of him, she shifts her hips forward and tugs him against her, sinking him in to the hilt with a piercing stretch.

Badass.

He makes a little sound of surprise that transforms into a throaty moan, then leans forward and rocks his hips against hers. She feels split in two, full to the brim, and it hurts in a way that she’s surprised to find she enjoys. She wants him to fuck her. She knows that he will.

His hands are on her back, holding her steady, and hers are on his hips, encouraging him to pull out a little before pushing into her again. She tenses and he stops, not moving a muscle until she again coaxes him out and then back in. She warms to him, expands around him, makes space in her tiny body for all he has to offer. When the last of the ache subsides, she sinks her fingernails into his flesh and tells him, “Do it.”

He does. He fucks her like she’s not half his size, like she’s not a woman in the boy’s club, like she’s not a little ginger waif in need of white glove treatment. He fucks her hard and fast, his teeth gritted and sweat beading on his brow. He makes her feel strong, powerful, and beautiful all at the same time, and when she comes, his knees nearly buckle under the force of her cunt squeezing the life out of him, making his massive cock fight to stay inside her until he, too, falls apart.

They stay there panting for minutes, and he asks if she’s okay. Okay physically, okay with what they did. But the way he’s asking, she knows that it’s not because he thinks she’s weak. He just cares about her, and she tells him that she’s fine. When he slips out of her there’s blood on the condom, but he makes no mention of it. He gives her privacy while he gets dressed in the living room, and when she meets him in the kitchen there is a distinct lack of awkwardness.

“That was fun,” he says lightly as she hands him a glass of water, and she feels her cheeks warm.

“It was. Probably for the best to make it a one time thing, though,” she says, then takes a long drink from her own glass.

“Probably,” he agrees.

They say goodnight, and she lies awake, grinning like an idiot. A total badass. Who would have thought?

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mo4anm94 · 15 days

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Like y’all don’t really understand lol… She’s this beautiful flame.. una llama de fuego tan hermosa 🥹😍 the way her soul dances like the way flames dance when it’s burning.. that’s her soul.. a beautiful flame 💚🔥 her mind is mixture of misfit beauty. A little of everything and even the ones she seems to take as horrible, scary, or as it would scare me away.. there the most beautifulest.. you see I have come to realize something… and this is how I truly TRULY know she is the one.. word to K Dot: Bare with me let me put you on Game… lmao sorry.. but seriously… no matter what. No matter the flaws, the imperfections, the doubts, the silence, the fights, the moments we can’t agree to disagree… in my eyes. In my opinion. And I’ll stand on this forever… the good I see in her and the coincidences that have been occurring despite of our bumpy road.. it out weighs all of that negativity. Nothing is moving that. And when we both align ourselves to be on the same page.. “What God brought together let no man seperate.” Am i human? Do I feel some type of way if some foos disrespect my boundaries of her being off limits? Of coarse I do. Ask any man that is truly with his one and ask him if he would like that.. but would I be phased if busters wanna poke the bear with compliments and stuff? Not even cause it’s all bark no bite to some and attempting straight shots while baby girl following the curve of my trails as I go.. I ain’t saying I am this perfect dude.. far from it my boy. Best believe that I am no better than anyone on here or this world… but meeting baby girl has really wanted me to change. More than what I did.. find a newer meaning of life.. find God. Find peace. The way our souls connect on a spiritual level.. beyond what anyone can imagine… if you really want to know how deep we are connected.. find me the end of the number line and tell me what that number is and that’ll be your answer… it’s that deep. What a lot think I’m just trying to be playa playa.. or that it’s just a smash and go type of thing.. kill it now cause I’ve proven that wrong to many already.. I never believe I would meet baby girl on here of all places.. what some could say they left a mark on my heart.. I won’t deny that.. but she left a mark on my soul and no other person could dare reach that deep and break through my barrier… the beauty.. like THE BEAUTY 😍😍 for haters that diss her on the low.. the devil was once a beautiful Angel until he started to hate 🤭 respectfully.. for her I’ll slay anyone who tries to hurt her or harm her.. what y’all ain’t captivating is that my love for her has been around since the beginning of time… since the first moment man fell in love with a woman.. since the first knight defending his Queen.. all that were just the essence of it until we both were both born into this world.. I used to have many wishes and moments I would change… but I decided to exchange all of those to just have only one wish… to meet her sooner.. but only God knows why he brought us here now. But I am blessed to have her. To meet her. To have the honor to make her laugh and smile. To have the privilege of being there for her when she’s hurting. To know that I am the first she thinks about when she needs to run somewhere.. like I said.. I am human.. I am not perfect.. but for her I would die a billion deaths if it means being with her forever 💚 I would go the distance that no man would dare to go for her… adapt to changes no man dares to adapt in this time we are living… she’s like that quote Jeff Goldblum said in one of our favorite movies (not saying which one ifykyk 😉) Life finds a way.. it’s a lot I know but she means everything to me she really does. Words are never enough to express what I feel for her.. to those that be supporting me and be amping me up commenting when I write beautiful things for her. Don’t think I don’t see you guys 🥹 I appreciate everyone on here I do. Without my baby girl.. I am just a man with a missing rib. Real talk💚💎

#💎💎💎💎💎#I love you baby girl 💚#YKYMER #I’m good y’all just needed a little break #but had to express my love for my beautiful Queen 💚

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thewritingginger · 2 years

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;) Alphabet - Taiju Shiba

I’m still working on the two remaining kinktober prompts but im a bit sick rn so my energy to write is kinda low So here's some letter headcanons in the mean time :)

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Letters: T, A, I, J, U Warnings: 18+, Talks of sex (obviously)

Enjoy ~

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he owns toys

& Yes, he uses them –mostly on his partner

He mainly uses vibrators and dildos/penetration toys

If you want to use a toy on him he has to be in the mood to

When in the mood to have a toy used on him it might be a cockring while having sex &/or getting a blow job –kinda enjoys the way it restrains his ejaculation

He also doesn’t mind if you were to use a vibrator on him during a blow job/ hand job –teasing his tip with it or pressing it against his balls while you suck his tip

But he mainly prefers using them on his partner rather than himself

He does have a pocket-pussy he might use while masturbating but not all the time, it's just a mood thing

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Depends on the day

I think it took some time for Taiju to get comfortable enough to be intimate in the terms of vulnerability

In the beginning sex was fun but not a form of showing love

That level of intimacy wouldn’t come till later when he feels worthy of not only showing but receiving that kind of affection

I wouldn’t say he’s romantic but there are times when he is making love to you

In those moments he is baring himself in a way not many people get to see

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“I love you more than anything.”

He might play some music and light a few candles on special occasions but he feels kinda silly when he does stuff like that

Overall, he’s not very romantic in the traditional sense of the word

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Honestly, Tai is like a big teddy bear after sex –the rougher it was the more that is true

He likes laying there with you in his arms, either spooning or you on his chest, as you catch your breaths

Not very talkative, maybe some cooing and ‘I love you’s but other than that he’s just enjoying the afterglow of your sex

Will listen to you talk tho as he strokes your hair &/or body

If you had sex somewhere other than your bed, such as the couch, he will carry you to bed or a shower if you want

He does make sure you’re ok and asks if he hurt you at all if he was rougher on you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Taiju jerks off maybe b/w 2-4 times a week (1-2 being average & 4+ being when he’s stressed or really needy and isn’t with you)

I think he kinda likes holding it in and getting amped up for when he’s with you

I can see him being into edging himself but never releasing when he or you has to be gone for work or whatever so when you’re finally back together there is no holds barred and nobody might see you guys for a day or two depending on how long you’ve been separated

If/when Taiju masturbates he would rather use a photo/video he’s taken (consensually) or you’ve sent him as his source to get off to –also wouldn’t be against a little phone sex of either you guiding him or him guiding you (or both) to orgasm

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Taiju can have a bit of a Sadistic streak in the bedroom

He on occasion enjoys overstimulating and denying you orgasms

Also can really get into dirty talk and degrading in these moments

“Does my dirty girl/boy want to cum?”

“Look at you begging for my cock. Is the toy I have inside you not good enough?”

If he’s feeling particularly playful and cruel he’ll have you sit on his cock and keep it warm for him as he works or is watching a show/movie

All the while he is groping you and whispering in your ear as you whimper for more

“What did I say about moving, Baby?”

“I know you want to bounce on my cock but you look so pretty sitting with it stuffed inside you.”

Safe to say that, if it’s the vibe, Taiju can be quite unfair and enjoys seeing you squirm from time to time

I hope you liked that!

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated :3

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~ Masterlist ~

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socheckitout-mikey · 1 year

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OMG HI HI!! i not sure if you still write for the outsiders but I was wondering if you could do hc for going to a carnival/fair with the boys individually (like you're their s/o)

heya hun, yeah i still do! you can find out what fandoms i write for in my navi! ^-^ tysm for requesting this, it was a cute idea and y'know i always love writing for the outsiders! i hope that you enjoy what i came up with and sorry it took me a million years to write! - mae

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Carnival/Fair Dates With The Curtis Gang and Shepard Brothers Hc's:

Curly Shepard:

° In typical Curly fashion, he's getting up to no good, which doesn't change even when you're dating him. His number one priority is to show off to you in order to get a reaction – preferably a laugh. He's such a dork dfnsdjkfdsj! Sometimes you've just got to cringe during the storm instead, but it's okay, the rest of Tulsa is too lmaoo.

° He definitely cheated when the carny was temporarily distracted by some wise ass kid (another one his gang members), which resulted in him rigging the game in his favour to win you that plushie you so desperately wanted for ages now! Hey, you weren't too bothered – the man who ran the game was a damned cheapskate anyway. Sometimes it is better to fight fire with fire.

° Deadass wolfs down so much food with you that both of your stomachs hurt like utter hell for the next few hours. To say that y'all are immobile, lying in the back of Tim's car on the ride home with the window rolled down looking green is an understatement. However, it was all worth it for those mini corn dogs and donuts!!!

° You do blame each other for influencing the other until Tim goes, "I don't give a flyin' fuck who influenced who, just don't yack in my car, or else."

° Ngl he's a little prick because when you both sat on the top of the Ferris Wheel, he "violently" shook the stall you were in to freak you out just a little. He took the smack on his chest like a champ before pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead. He steadied the stall.

° "I'm only screwin' with ya..." He grinned softly against your temple. He really was soft and made it up to you for scaring you so much.

° As payback you made him go on the massive roller coaster. He genuinely wasn't hyped for it, but he was acting like it wasn't a big deal at all. Holy crap was he relieved to be back on solid ground after it was over. Boii even kissed the dusty tarmac when he thought nobody was looking. Poor guy turned green, but he lowkey cussed you out under his breath bfddjdjfdsfdjd.

Dallas Winston:

° Is it much of a surprise that he's also not up to any good, as per usual? There are prominent ways for him to get into all sorts of trouble, and he does it openly as well. He's not afraid, but he's also making sure it's not so much of a hindrance so you can enjoy yourself too. Believe it or not, but he has these mindful moments. He likes to mess around and see where the chips lie – bonus points if you're up for causing a little bit of trouble with him!

° Expect to have the funnest time with his hand slid into your back pocket and amping up the flirting. Man, is he a showoff when he's up to have a go at all of the stalls. Some he wins and others he loses, but if he's cheating, he's sneaky about it. It kinda makes you laugh at this point ngl.

° "Whatcha laughin' at, chicken shit?" He grins at you as you clutch your freshly won teddy bear. "You! Hey, I thought I told you to stop callin' me that?!" You gripe back at him. "Call you what?" He teases you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

° Dallas genuinely took the water gun he had and sprayed you with it instead of the bulls eye. Man were you mad as hell at him, and rightly so! "I got good aim, sweet cheeks. For ten bucks, I'll let you squirt me." He winks. "I'm leaving..." Bc ew cringe Dally! "Awe, don't be like that, sugar!"

° His favourite pastime? Scaring the shit out of all the little kids for the hell of it. He's literally such an ass, but you love him anyway. That kid who tried stealing dough outta your purse had it coming for him anyway hdfhjjdhj.

° Dally's deffo tried to do things a bit legally just for your benefit – as mentioned above. Hey, he only cut the line ten times this trip! "You snooze, you lose, man!" (Insert the most obnoxious eye roll ever from you dfhsjfhfhfhfdhjn) "It's for cotton candy, babe!" Never mess with Dallas Winston and his damn cotton candy, lemme tell you that!

° Deadass punched a guy for saying something nasty about you. Lmaoo y'all got kicked out, but not before he snuck you both back in! It was warranted for Dallas to do the right thing. If you both get chucked out again, he'll just take you out into town. It's quieter that way and hey! You guys have a whole diner to yourselves. "Don't even think about it, Dal!"

Darry Curtis:

° Okay y'all, these are a rare occurrence, but boy does Darry take this opportunity when he gets a shot! Darry being off in the summer? Unheard of! But somehow fate has aligned in the stars and you've been blessed with an opportunity! It may be one day, but it's so much fun. It brings him back to his highschool days. He's beaming! It's just so wholesome, man.

° Darry played football in high school so you know his aim is literally no joke. Watch him bust every rigged game with flying colours, because he's smart. You're going home with a carnival haul! And you know what? None of the carny's can be mad at you, because when they see how much of a gentleman Darry is to you, and how your eyes glitter when you look up at him, their hearts melt! You guys are literally the cutest!

° He definitely tries to avoid going on all the rides, because and I quote, "That looks more rickety than the scaffolding I was on yesterday. Ain't no way in hell I'm goin' on that thing, and neither are you. We ain't even got medical insurance to cover it!" Y'know, old man stuff!

° But he does eventually go on it after all of your incessant begging. He's a grumpy old man as he boards onto it. The rides aren't his favourite, but he endures them – they're more Soda's shtick! He goes along with it because he loves you.

° But the food? He loves it! With all of his, "Let's be mindful about money," shtick, he kind of bends the rules a little bit and indulges some. He's more focused on getting more grub into you than into him though, because he likes to treat you though. He doesn't have a whole bank's worth of money to spend, but he makes it work. He's happy when you offer him half of what you have, despite trying to decline a thousand times. This is why he loves you.

° "I think you're really beautiful when you smile." You grin up at him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

° "I think you must've hit your head." He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. (AAAAHHHH I CAN'T!! Y'ALL ARE SO CUTE!!!!)

Johnny Cade:

° Man, do his eyes light up like the sun at the prospect of going to the fair/carnival. Thanks so much for asking him to come along! There’s so much to do and explore, it’s a little overwhelming. He’s a little timid at first, but once he gets going on the different rides and games, Johnny is grinning like a chessy cat, from ear to ear.

° He isn’t the best at games, but hey, that’s okay because y’all laugh at the fact he completely missed the ring from the duck so badly that it looped around a Soc’s hand.

° “Man, I got the aim of a cat brawlin’ in the alleys!” He admits with a blush coating his tanned cheeks.

° His least favourite ride is the haunted house, because he spooks too easily. He can hide it, but when things pop out at him, it spikes up his anxiety. Poor baby! However, his favourite ride is the spinning tea cups. He’s relatively gentle, but do not make the mistake of going in one with him, Dally, Steve, Soda and Two-bit: You will be hanging on for dear life and barf. It’ll be all your fault for trusting them too lmaoo.

° Total bonus points if there is a rodeo at the same time. Johnny is crazy about them. He loves seeing all of the animals and action going on. He’s a little bit bouncy as he holds your hand. It’s very wholesome, and honestly, you’re probably bouncing with excitement beside him just as much.

° Johnny will treat you with cotton candy or something else you wanted to eat. It’s not much, but with all the gang giving him money here and there, he’s got more than he’s used to. So he doesn’t know what to do with it other than spend it on as much food as you can both stomach lmaoo.

° He’s a true gentleman and walks you home after all is said and done. He hangs about on your front porch, fidgeting a bit until he goes, “Thanks for spendin’ the day with me. It’s honestly been the best I’ve had in awhile…” and your response? A kiss on his lips before you wish him a safe walk home. To say he’s frozen on the spot for a solid ten minutes blushing like crazy is an understatement! Once he comes to, he’s grinning all big as he walks off of your porch. He’s so grateful to be dating you.

Ponyboy Curtis:

° Ya’ll can’t tell me that Ponyboy doesn’t watch the sunset with you on the top of the Ferris Wheel. It’s cliche, but I don’t give a crap. It’s cute and it happens. I’m willing to fight anyone on this! Just imagine his precious head leaning against your shoulder, both of you bathed in a spectacle of sunset colours. (I CAN’T IT’S TOO CUTE-)

° He’s a little shit™️ and goofs off with you because although he’s sweet, he’s not a saint. Expect lots of laughter together as you explore the entire place. You tend to bring Ponyboy out of his shell, and you know the gang catches you two trying to sneak into the circus tent to get into the show for free!

° Y’know what? You win him something at the bean bag stall. He’s a track star, but you’re the one with the better aim – even though his isn’t half bad. He’s a little abashed as he holds the duck plushie in his hand. He’s adamant when he gets home that it’s yours, that you just left it at his house. But it never moves and he gets teased for it.

° Ashfujdshjds he loses you 20 minutes in and pretty much has a panic attack but eventually finds you challenging Steve to an arm wrestling contest behind the bleachers.

° “I thought you got eaten by a lion! This whole time I’m panickin’ I lost you and you were there with dumbass Steve.”

° “Well someone’s both mouthy and has an overactive imagination! If it helps any, I totally kicked Steve’s ass!”

° He tripped way too many times to count, and each time you laughed. That is until you walked into a pole, which was flat out hilarious. You have a wounded ego, but Ponyboy’s is elated! “Man, that’s- I can’t believe you-,” He gasps between fits of laughter as he clutches his stomach. “Oh bite me, Curtis!”

Sodapop Curtis:

° You’re dating the poster child for hyperactivity. Maaaaaaan good fucking luck having a moment to sit still. Rip to your legs man! Steve basically has to drag you along like a soldier at war because you gave up on walking long ago. He begs Soda to let you sit for at least five minutes fgjgjfkdgjd.

° But in all seriousness, Sodapop is making sure to be considerate of you. He’s just sooo excited!!! There’s sm to see and do, and you bet your ass he’s doing back flips just to show off because mans is a spider monkey, lmaoo.

° Overall it’s such a cute and thoughtful day/night. Although there’s some stuff planned out, Sodapop is also winging things, because he’s a spontaneous king! So expect lots of flirting and some romance, because although he doesn’t have much, he’s giving you his world! Awwww so cheesy gjdfjffjd.

° If you love stuffed animals, then you’ll be buried in a mountain of them by the time you get home! If you don’t, too bad! At least you got free stuff. (Yes, Darry did end up getting mad at him for spending his wages on the carnival but yee yee I guess!)

° You guys go on all of the rides. Though he isn’t the type to push you to go on any ones you’re adamant not going on – like if you’re deadly afraid of heights. He either won’t go on and keeps you company on the ground, or he’ll come right back once the ride’s finished. He’s vvv supportive, softening out any of your anxieties or worries by making you laugh and feel loved <333 He’s proud if you do decide to face your fears though!

° At the end of the day when you guys are out of breath and a little tired, you’ll be sitting in the cab of Darry’s Ford pickup truck. There’s the sounds of crickets chirping and it’s cooled off some due to nighttime casting across Tulsa. You’re both sleepily smiling, Soda’s palm flat against your knee. It’s quiet as Elvis plays softly in the background: Sodapop knows when it’s time to let the chill vibes commence. “Thanks for takin’ me along.” You murmur all dopey up at him. He’s enamoured by your cuteness.

° “No worries, baby. Did you have fun?” He grins back at you. All you can do is muster a nod before slipping into a deep sleep. He laughs softly, “I ain’t carryin’ you inside your house.” But he does.

Steve Randle:

° You can’t handle the Randle sfudfhdujdhjd (I will never stop saying this, guys). But on a serious note, Steve loves going to fairs and carnivals, because similar to his best buddy, Sodapop, there’s so much to do! He’s spontaneous and likes to show off how strong he is, so expect him to show anyone up at the bell tower. He’s strong as hell and enjoys the little crowd developed around y’all. He seems to win most of the time!

° Steve is rather thoughtful and romantic. He thought out the entire date, and you’re probably on a double date with Sandy and Sodapop. It’s very cute, and Steve is always silently checking in with you when everyone else isn’t paying attention. “You good, doll?”

° At night time, when it gets cold, you bet your ass he gives you his jacket to wear. Even if it’s heading over into autumn, the last slivers of summer mourned: He doesn’t care. It’s the right thing to do and he’s so soft for you fdjfjd. He even drives you home and walks you to your porch. Man, he’s so crazy about you, and he doesn’t stop flirting until the very end.

° “You know, you’re kinda sweet?” You hum against his lips, the tips of your noses brushing together.

° He breathes a little chuckle, “Who said anythin’ about bein’ sweet?” Before diving in for that mind blowing kiss!

° Steve doesn’t really have much of a favourite ride: He’s up for anything – especially if it’s fast and takes a lot of sharp or sudden turns/drops. He likes the swing rides, grinning widely because he feels as free as a bird. Your exhilarated expression only makes him happier.

° Y’all are beat by the end of the day. It was such a fun time, though!!

Tim Shepard:

° Saddle up bucko, because this is one wild ride! Going to a carnival or the fair with Tim is a lot of fun – if you’re looking to cause a decent amount of trouble. He likes to goad you a little, to see how far he can push you and loves when you snap back at him a little sassy, “Alright tiger! Easy does it. Don’t wanna get ahead of ourselves.”

° Tim will have his arm draped over you in some fashion: Always has to have that contact. It’s how he flirts with you. He’s like a calm, cool and dangerous panther slinking through the fair – all eyes of the carny’s on him like hawks, “Sheesh! You’d think they’d know how to make things more welcoming. I an cut the tension with my switch.”

° It takes a bit of prodding, but eventually you convince him to ditch “looking cool” in favour of having fun. He’s relaxed, and he may even win some prizes at some of the games – as long as a carny doesn’t get wise with him. Tim doesn’t fare well with being told what to do. But he keeps himself cool, will get payback later when you’re not around to witness it lmaoo.

° Much like Curly, Tim will do something just to frighten you a little. It’s really so you come sit in his lap or hold onto him. There’s that wild look in his eyes, a mischievous simper donning his features, “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it!” You warn with a pointed finger.

° “S’that supposed to fend me off, tuts?” He says, backing you up slowly against a wall.

° A chase will ensue and Tim always wins. His prize? Throwing you over his shoulder and slapping you ass like a champ, lmaooo!

° Everything is spontaneous, but Tim tends to be more relaxed when you’re around. You wanna grab a bite to eat at The Dingo after? Sweet, let's do it! But you’re buying since it was your idea fjdjdfjkfjdjffdj.

Two-bit Matthews:

° Oh, pray to whatever God exists, because this will be eventful! Two-bit is a social butterfly, so not only is he chatting to you, but making others laugh in the process. He’s also extremely slick so he’s buttering up unsuspecting stall managers for good deals, but they know him by now. They aren’t fooled.

° Can’t go to the carnival or fair without Two-bit stealing something and plonking it right into your hands a ways away. “How did you-. Babe, take this back!”

° “Is that an order, officer? I say, if you handcuff me in the backseat of your car, I might just do what you say.” He grins all funny into your ear. “What am I gonna do with ya?” You inquire with a laugh. “Beats me. You’re the one with the stolen goods. I didn’t do zilch. Hey Officer!” He calls over the heads of the crowd, only for you to grab his hand and yank him down a small opening. “Shut the fuck up, Keith! That ain’t funny.” But Two is already rolling around on the ground laughing.

° He probably takes you into the House of Mirrors, and you guys just spend most of your time either hiding from and scaring each other, or doing that to other people. Two-bit loves the mirrors where you stand a certain way and it makes you super small and wide or tall and skinny. He pulls the dumbest faces in the glass. He's so easily amused (and so are you).

° Yes, he did walk into a mirror and almost knock himself out cold. Call in the cavalry, a.k.a. The gang: We got a man down! fuijdkfhjsdfbjdfdfkj

° You spent the next eight hours in the ER waiting to get his nose set because he broke it. “Talk about a knockout…” You mumble halfway through a yawn.

° “Aw shoot! This ain’t shit. Y'should’ve seen me in a dance off with Steve three years back. Now that guy can kick like a donkey!”

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freshthoughts2020 · 3 months

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GOD CREATES GOOD FROM SATAN'S (ATTEMPTED) DESTRUCTION

February 28, 2024

Back with another article involving a lesson from my car accident the other day. Quick recap, got into a little fender bender on the block of my crib and boy was I angry. I was enraged because I thought how much this could’ve been avoided and how inconvenient the timing was (but when is it ever a good time for an accident? lol).

When I collided with the other vehicle, foolishly before I could even Thank God for letting me be alright, I went into cursing up a storm. If you know I’m not super curse man like that, I try to watch my language beloved. Its easier for me to curse when I rap because I feel like curse words enhance the emotion behind the lyrics lol. Even that sound crazy forgive me Christ I might be tripping lmao.

Anyways, I’m bashing the steering wheel, hit the mirror just going bezerk, but an older black woman was the driver of the other vehicle. She got out and consoled me. Got to preaching to me like she was in the pulpit lol, reminding how blessed we are no scars, no injuries, she had nothing negative to say. The worst thing she said was she was running late for work. So we exchanged info and kept it pushing but boy I was defeated but things turned around..

A, THANK GOD FOR INSURANCE

Thank God for insurance boy. This situation could’ve been a thousand times worst without insurance. The only thing wrong was the front bumper on the left side had some unwanted hangtime. You know that’s an easy rack, and that’s a rack I didn’t want to pay for. I’m trying to take trips, reinvest in my business, help people, every rack count beloved and I don’t have time to be spending it on repairing vehicles. But once again God looked out and that headache was resolved.

B. LAST NIGHT TOOK A L BUT TODAY I BOUNCED BACK

Ya boy got into a crispy rental boy. It’s a car I been wanting to drive for a minute too. Often fantasizing myself in it, going for cruises, being suited up, you know regular car fantasies. Now I never thought I would be in this vehicle through this circumstance but here we are. Using something I thought was so “horrible” being turned into an opportunity for me to shine yet again. God is Good.

This is probably the most important thing out this situation. A blessing being spoken over my life. If you don’t know about the power of words, you gon know about it today. Its something my mother always stressed to us, “life and death is in the power of the tongue.” See, Proverbs 18:21 Amplified Bible (AMP) Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it and indulge it will eat its fruit and bear the consequences of their words.

C. BLESSED ASSURANCE

Words are so powerful it even had brother plotting against his own brother to receive a blessing. Jacob and Esau are twin brothers in the biblical narrative found in the Book of Genesis. Their story revolves around the struggle for their father Isaac's blessing. Esau, the older twin, was a skilled hunter and Isaac's favorite, while Jacob was a more cunning and domesticated individual.

The pivotal moment came when Isaac, nearing old age and with failing eyesight, decided to bless Esau, intending to pass on the family's leadership and prosperity to him. However, their mother, Rebekah, favored Jacob and orchestrated a plan for him to receive the blessing instead. She dressed Jacob in Esau's clothes and covered his hands and neck with animal skins to mimic Esau's hairy appearance.

When Jacob approached his father, Isaac was initially suspicious due to the voice difference between Jacob and Esau. However, Jacob convinced Isaac that he was Esau, and Isaac bestowed the blessing upon him. When Esau later discovered this deception, he was furious and sought to kill Jacob. As a result, Jacob fled to his uncle Laban's house.

So you see a blessing of the word means a lot! Today I received word from the woman that she would pray for me (genuinely) and ask that God blesses me with a prosperous and blessed life. I promised to return the same sentiment. When those words are received by God, I know they will touch me spiritually is enlighten my life, allowing me to continue to flourish in God’s magnificent blanket of favor.

Remember this when a trash situation arise. Everything works together for our good. Satan is going to get joy seeing you suffer and will not hesitate to take advantage of your misfortune. But Christ is so good he’s going to take everything that was meant for your downfall and turn it into your uprise. Stand tall loved one, peace!

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FNAF AU- Clean Up Time

Ship: Springtrap x Self insert

Word count: 1,259

Summary: The after math of the events of FNAF 1, where a clean up crew is hired by Henry Emily to help refurbish and confiscate the animatronics.

Paige is apart of that clean up crew and decides to leave the rest of her crew mates to finish the job, all the while exploring the rest of the pizzaria. Only to end up in parts and services, to find the one and only William Afton. AKA, Springtrap.

CHAPTER THREE

I have never seen… So much… God, it’s sick to look at. How can anyone-- Well, I do it for a living-- But, this. This takes the cake.

Or pizza-- God my mind is a fucking mess right now.

Bodies, bodies just everywhere. Parts scattered about as if this was a free-for-all-- I mean, to THEM, it was a free-for-all. I didn’t think they would do all this, all in one night!

All in, oh boy. Oh… O-Oh no--

Paige grabs a nearby bucket that was nearby Springtrap, hugs it close to her body as viscerale noises escape her lips. Muffled by the bucket, so they wouldn’t exit out silently. So those, those animatronics wouldn’t hear they missed one person to eviscerate.

“Honestly, I’d thought they would have done worse.” Springtrap comments, not phased by the entire situation.

“WORSE?!” Paige shouts back before getting light-headed once more, and heaves into the bucket she was hugging.

“Henry didn’t give us any heads up that these… These monsters would attack.”

Springtrap looks away, as that name isn't what it wanted to hear again. That man, the bane of its existence, was the reason why it was still here. Trapped in this horrible place, but now he had a second chance. Possibly, it could-- He, he could fix all of this.

“Let me go and speak to them. Stay here.”

Paige grabs his arm and holds him back.

“NO! You’ll get hurt!!”

Springtrap huffs and yanks his arm away, before flexing his metallic digits.

“Like I can feel pain. But I’ll be fine.”

“They know me.” Springtrap adds before opening the door. Looking both ways before signaling to Paige to remain here.

She nods and notices the spilt bucket.

“I got that.”

Springtrap sighs and shakes his head. Before nodding and leaving.

In the front entrance, the party room to specific, The Main Four enjoy themselves. After ‘cleaning up’ the intrusion that invaded their home.

(as the bodies were just sitting in the chairs, some even have party hats on)

Freddy Fazbear, the brown bear in the top hat, was adjusting his microphone. Humming to himself as he was set to getting this shindig started once again.

As if nothing BAD happened to them.

“Hey Bonnie, did you find your guitar?” He asks his purplish-blue rabbit pal.

“It’s somewhere, man, they really need to stop moving our stuff about. It’s hard enough as is.” Bonnie responds back as he looks around behind the amps on the stage. His head turns about before looking over, jumping back as a reddish fox animatronic, scares the living daylights out of him.

“FOXY! Knock it off!!”

The fox pirate cackles happily, as he loved scaring his fellow mates.

“Arr! Don’t get yer bolts so tight there Bonnie!! It’s all in good fun!”

Freddy shakes his head before seeing a red bass guitar lurking behind a curtain. As he could remember, the last time they were awake was placed back there. He walks over to it and picks it up, brushing the layer of dust before eyeing Springtrap.

“Oh, Mr. Afton. What brings ya here?” Freddy asks.

“Just Springtrap Freddy… Don’t want Gabriel waking up.” Springtrap mentions.

Freddy sighs as he lowers the bass in his grasp.

“Sorry about that Mr-- Springtrap. They kids didn’t like all that noise going about, so well… They took care of it.”

Springtrap nods as he sees the lifeless bodies, sitting up in the chairs. Including the party hats on some of their heads. A grimace and shocked look appears on his face.

Followed by a groan.

“And so they did…”

He then looks around, as he sees Foxy and Bonnie teasing at each other. Good Jeremy and Fritz were occupied at being near one another, last time he’d met them, they were close friends. But he could tell, there was one missing from The Main Four.

“Hmmm… Where’s Susie? Chica?” Springtrap asks.

Freddy blinks and points over to the kitchen area. That the chicken with the craving and admiration for pizza, would be in her usual hangout spot.

“Oh, she is in there. Been there for a while though.” He answers back.

“Nervous breakdown. We hadn’t been open since the 90’s…” Springtrap reveals.

Foxy and Bonnie look over, hearing the news astonished and dreadful gaze.

Foxy’s jaw even drops, before Bonnie pushes back up.

“That… That can’t be right?” Freddy spoke bewildered, that they couldn’t be out of commission for that long. It boggled his mind, holding the side of his head to ease the confusion.

“It is. All of you, I need you to REALLY clean up this mess. No show if there’s a mess like this.” Springtrap orders.

“WE’RE ALL OUT OF PIZZAAAH!!” Chica pipes up as she exits out of the kitchen before looking over at the other three and Springtrap.

“Wrong timing?”

“Wrong timing…” Springtrap remarks before relaying to Chica the news of what to do.

Soon the Main Four were busy and preoccupied cleaning up the pizzeria’s party room, being given all mops and buckets of clean, sanitized water. Thanks to Paige’s help of course. She was introduced to them, thanks to the aid of Springtrap. They didn’t seem to mind her, and neither did the spirits either, since they didn’t see Paige as much of a threat.

She acted ‘less adulty’ than her previous cleaning crew.

Paige continues to mop one section, alongside Springtrap who was scrubbing down a nearby chair. Something in her mind came to her suddenly, bluntly speaking to Spring. That caught him off guard.

“So, the animatronics have a mind of their own, because of the kid spirits inside of them?” She asks back, as she was told by Spring that it wasn’t just the personalities that the animatronics had-- But living ghosts inside of them too.

“Mmhm.” Springtrap nodded as he kept detailing.

“How did they die?” Paige blurts out.

Springtrap locks up from Paige’s blunt question.

How could he tell her that he was responsible for the murders? That he went out on a full rampage of his own twisted nature, taking the lives of children? No… No he couldn’t mention it back to Paige, because-- Who knows how she’ll act??

She was too nice to know to be traumatized this soon.

Springtrap turns his head over to Freddy as he gestures to them to keep quiet. That none of what happened should be told to Paige.

Freddy nods in agreement, as he gestures back to the others.

Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica nod as well.

“Killed, too soon.” Springtrap answers back vaguely.

“Oh.” Paige solemnly spoke before looking at the other animatronics.

“Let the spirits rest. They did enough damage tonigh--” Springtrap freezes before his suit locks up. Coughing and sputtering blood onto the tile floor.

“Oh for fok sake! N-Not again!!”

“Spring!!” Paige gasps as she rushes over to him, helping him lay back.

The Main Four overhear and stay where they were, knowing this would reawaken the children.

“T-Turn me around…”

“W-What?!”

“Turn me around…” Springtrap repeats back to Paige.

Paige nods as she turns Springtrap onto his stomach.

“There should be a back panel… Flip the switch to r-restart the springlocks.”

“Wouldn’t that crush you ag-- Right, can’t feel pain.”

Paige corrects herself as she opens Springtrap’s back panel. She sees a switch that was labeled RESTART, and flips the switch. Hoping that this would do the trick, just as Springtrap told her.

Then, the suit tenses and makes Springtrap twitch. A guttural grunt was heard before completely collapsing.

“SPRING!? SPRINGTRAAAP!!”

[END OF CHAPTER THREE]

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