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norrisleclercf1 · 10 months

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Mini Lando

Request: Don’t know if you’re taking request but the pictures of lando with the kid😩😩😩. Imagine lando and him matching and sitting in the car together and he wants to be just like his dad. And baby lando tries to protect his momma just like dad does. Lando goes full papa bear on anyone who even thinks of looking at his little family funny like I’m emotional thank you

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Dad!Lando with Baby!Lando

A/N: I'm tying this in with this headcannon I did because it's too cute. Also I'm glad this was my first fic back, I've missed it

Mini Lando Series Masterlist / New Addition

"Aiden, you have to be good today. Understand?" You ask your toddler. Today was the Silverstone GP and Aiden was joining the both of you for the race.

"Yes mummy, I'll be good for you and Daddy." Aiden giggles having always been a good boy, and he knows if he's extra good he'll get to visit Uncle Los and Uncle Chacha.

"Come on, I've got something for you." You pick Aiden up, as Lando was still asleep able to finally sleep in. It was hard work, but you were able to get a special suit from McLaren, who was all to happy to do it.

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Getting him dressed, Aiden couldn't contain his excitement, putting it on. "Mummy, I'm Daddy." He stares at awe, seeing himself in the mirror.

While getting Aiden ready, Lando had woken and was pouring himself a glass of orange juice, still hating coffee to this day. Aiden hearing movement in the kitchen rushes out, before you could stop him.

"Daddy! Loooook!" Lando flinches at Aiden's scream, rubbing his eyes he sees a flash of orange. Aiden stands right at Lando's feet giving this big grin.

Blinking sleep away, it takes Lando a second to take in what he was seeing. Hearing you walk in he looks at you, then his little boy, then back at you.

"I want another." Lando says which has you gawking at his statement. "Lando Norris!" You shriek rushing to cover Aiden's ears who just giggles, jumping up and down.

"What?! Can you blame me! He's dressed as me, giving me those big eyes, you basically put a huge "I want another baby Lando" child in front of me, this is your fault." You glare at him as he rolls his eyes crouching down.

"Look at my little boy, are you dressed as Daddy today? Trying to take my seat hmm?" He asks as Aiden bounces around nodding. "I'm going to be Daddy today, Mummy said I could. Does that mean I get to ride with you?" Aiden asks running around as Lando drinks his juice.

Lando always made you take a sperate car, so the media wouldn't get to rowdy, and you always had security around you so no one could hurt his wife and child.

"I don't know buddy. It's my home race, means lots of cameras." Aiden stops and kicks the carpet, he was a mini Lando. Hated being in the spotlight and was shy around those he didn't know.

"I'll be okay! I'll be protecting Mummy anyways! Like you!" Aiden pointed to the LN logo on his little suit, Lando feeling his heart burst with love.

"I want another one." Which has him yelping when you slap him on the back of the head, but you smile. "Baby, come here." You bend down as Aiden runs, hugging you when he reaches you.

"You'll get to ride with Daddy, and I'll be there too, but you have to promise, be good. If Daddy tell you something, you have to listen understand?" Aiden nods as he runs off to play with his toys before you all leave.

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Lando has Aiden sitting next to him, Aiden leaning into his father still dressed in his little suit, you sneak a few pictures. Lando keeps his arm around his son, worry laced on his face.

"Lando." You whisper pulling your husband's attention to you. "It's going to be okay. We're safe with you." Reaching over you place your hand on his knee, smiling at the comfort. "Aiden, sugar. We're here." Lando whispers waking the toddler.

"Give us a few, to let him wake." Lando tells you, to which you nod letting Aiden wake fully.

Fully awake, Aiden tries to open the door, saying that since Daddy can do it, so can he. Lando shakes his head, but helps him without Aiden noticing. The walk to the entrance was quiet, but as you got closer the crowd grew.

"Mummy." Your pant leg is tugged, seeing Aiden stop as he stares at the crowd of people yelling and taking pictures. "What's wrong little one?" Aiden looks between you and his Daddy, as Lando stands protectively in front of you two, hoping the cameras don't catch you just yet.

"Nothing, mummy. I'm strong, like daddy." You smile, but grab his hand making sure nothing would happen to your baby. "Let's go." Lando grumbles.

The moment one camera notices they all notice you 3, of course they all get far to close. One even shoves into you, something Lando can't see trying to keep them from squashing his little boy.

"HEY! Don't push my Mummy!" Aiden shoves the leg of the camera guy which has everyone stopping as they look down at the little boy shaking with tears in his eyes.

They all start to laugh, but stop when Lando snaps. "Get the fuck away from my family! RIGHT NOW!" Lando seethes, moving to pick Aiden up, holding him close.

You follow behind as Lando gets safely away from the cameras before setting Aiden down. "Hey....hey baby, what's wrong? Did they hurt you?" Lando going over every inch of his son, worry gripping his heart tight.

"They hurt mummy, one of them pushed mummy." Aiden's cheeks are red, it happened when he's angry. Fat tears roll down his cheeks as he starts to hiccup. "You always protect Mummy, and I couldn't." He cries rubbing his eyes.

Lando swears he feels his heart be ripped to shreds seeing his little baby like this. "Hey, hey. Aiden, don't cry alright. Mummy is okay, see and you did a great job protecting her. You let me know something was wrong. I'm so proud of you." Lando smiles wiping his sons tears away, taking off his hat and placing it on Aiden's head.

"Now you are like Daddy." Lando praises, making Aiden giggle. "How about I take you to visit your 2nd favorite person." Aiden looks up growing happy again as he starts to bounce.

"Uncle Los, Uncle Los, Uncle Los!" You roll your eyes, your sons attachment to his uncle was insane. Almost like beetlejuice, Carlos comes waltzing in.

"Aiden look." Pointing to Carlos as Aiden screams high pitched causing everyone to look, even Carlos. "UNCLE LOS!" Aiden screams running full force. Carlos laugh scooping up Aiden, who stares at the race suit.

"Don't even." Lando glares. "I didn't say anything." Carlos argues. "You're going to get him a mini Ferrari suit." Lando accuses and judging from the way Carlos looks away, Lando was right.

"Hello, Carlos." You smile as you kiss each other on the cheek. Aiden's tears gone, as he wiggles in Carlos's arms. "Uncle Los, I'm Daddy." Aiden point to the hat, Lando smirking proud of Aiden.

"That you are. Exact copy. Both toddlers." "HEY!" Lando yells grabbing Aiden and holding him close. "Insult the Norris's and you get no snuggles. Revoking your god-father duties." Walking away Aiden pouts.

"He's being protective again." Carlos groans hearing that, ever since Aiden was born, Lando didn't trust anyone to hold his son other than you two. Took a while for him to even trust Max and Charles to watch Aiden.

"Aiden protected me from a media dude that shoved me. Lando freaked when Aiden yelled for the guy to get away from me." You explain as you follow Lando who stops and lets McLaren Admin take pictures.

"On another note, you know he's going to want another kid right?" You groan which has Carlos laughing. You stop seeing as your two boys pose. Getting to the garage Lando has to change, wearing the same exact suit.

You smile watching the way Aiden lights up seeing his Daddy dressed like him. Yeah, maybe another one wouldn't be a bad idea

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residenthughes · 1 year

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bottomless brunch & shitty one-liners

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 959 😔

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, crack, reader is just a drunk horny bastard :)

summary: 2 hours. thirteen cocktails and a whole lot of chaos.

notes: ...hey 😭 i know i said i wouldn't be posting/maybe not posting but i was looking through my fic ideas and this happened. whoopsies! 🤭 honestly, this was just a silly idea i had because i came across a video of all the one-liners leon says in re4, which are very much present in this.

forgot to mention, there's biting...again 😭 i don't know what it is, but the urge to bite leon is quite real and that reflects in my fics 😁 hope y'all enjoy :)

You’re drunk, disgustingly so. Bottomless brunch is always a good way to spend time with your dearest, spilling intimate talk amidst intoxicated giggles and basking in the foreverness of formed friendships. However, they do not come without consequence - that being you an absolute state in front of Leon. Your dutiful long-time partner, ever so sweet as he spared the precious time he has off from his missions to pick you up from the wild affair - thirteen cocktails deep - sheepishly greeting your friends that holler sexual innuendos as he helps you into the car. He does it anyway, because he loves you. He loves you, he really does - but you’re chatting out of your ass right now.

“You know, considering how you move around the house, you must be the GOAT at what you do,” you mumble, smushing your face into the pillow as you cause nothing but a ruckus as you discard your additional pieces of clothing on the bed.

Sat on the bedroom bench, Leon shrugs his boots off, glancing over his shoulder at the mess you are. Stupidly drunk and struggling to shimmy off your jeans. Cute. “Oh, baby.”

“Those one-liners though…that’s a different story.”

The sweet moment is all but gone. “Gee, thanks honey.”

Despite the fact that there’s not a thought behind your eyes, you smile at his sarcasm. Snickering to yourself as you shimmy the last part of your jeans off before they’re lazily discarded onto the floor. You’ll (Leon will) pick it up later. “Honestly! Bet you’re the type of motherfucker to be confronted with unbelievable atrocities, only to say, it’s my lucky day or something.”

Leon huffs in amusement. He’s definitely said that before.

“Go on,” he decides to entertain your teasing, stripping himself of the leather jacket you went on and on about in the car looking so good on him. “What other one-liners do you think I say?”

You give a thoughtful hum, touching your chin as you lay back against the comfort of your shared bed. The time you take to answer has Leon taking a look back at you, questioning if you’d fallen into a drunken slumber, like a drunk middle aged uncle passed out on the couch, only to see your face flash as an idea pops into your head.

“Oh, how about something like, time for the teacher to be taught?”

It’s scary how well you know Leon. His most recent mission had him spewing the exact same words. It gives him goosebumps. “You sure you’re not reading my reports when I’m not looking?”

You giggle. “Just know how cheesy you can be, hon.”

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

The laughter that erupts from you is unstoppable, so much so that you’re clenching your stomach and kicking your feet in the air. Leon can be so funny, so funny. You’re lucky to have him, you think.

Once you wipe your tears of laughter, you’re bringing yourself to sit upwards. Slowly, of course. Wouldn’t want to be sick all over the bed. Again. You move towards where Leon rests against the bedroom bench, draping your arms around his waist and you rest your cheek against his shoulder. “I kid, I kid. You know I love you.”

“Judging by what you’ve just said in the past two minutes, I’m not too sure.” He says, but he doesn’t mean it. He’s amused, if anything. You can tell by his amused smile and the playful raise of his eyebrows.

Your eyes skim over his features, carved to perfection and all yours.

You hug him just a bit tighter.

“Come on,” you nudge him, all playful in his ear as you coax him to look your way. He does, smoulder melting into his features as he gazes at you with a fondness that’s all for you. You feel restless. Must be the alcohol kicking in. “There’s that pretty smile, handsome.”

“Handsome, huh?”

You don’t know what it is, but the simple echo of your words coming from him sets you off, sending you on a collision course towards the ever so sinful and lustful domain.

“Extremely so,” you bat your eyelashes and nudge him again. “Come on, handsome. Look this way.”

He looks at you. His face on full display and you take your chance, kissing the edge of his lips before you misaim and bite down on his jaw. “What is with you?”

Leon’s chuckling as you kiss the bitten territory, kissing up and down his face in sweet apologies. Leon doesn’t miss when you bite down on his chin amidst the mess of kisses you leave.

“Can’t help it,” you murmur lazily, cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Too sexy - even your goddamn chin. Make it make sense.”

“Can’t believe that meme about your partner going out to bottomless brunch, only to come back a horny bastard is true.” Leon talks to himself but you perk up anyways, glimmer in your eyes.

“You saw the memes I sent you?”

“‘Course I did,” Leon answers, placing a brief kiss against your temple. You relax into his touch. “I do other things besides say shitty one-liners on my missions.”

You smile, ever so grateful for the place Leon holds in your life. You couldn’t imagine it any other way. “How romantic.”

“Only for you, baby.”

You hum against the exposed skin of his shoulder, peering up at the man with a devious glimmer in your eyes. Leon can’t help but shake his head as he airs out a small chuckle.

“So, about the meme,” you wiggle your eyebrows, pressing your body up against Leon’s wide back, grin as mischievous as ever. “How about we put it to practise?”

And you do, making another mess of your sheets this time around.

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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How about catching Eddie masturbating about his best friend,who's a quiet bookworm? She's a virgin,btw.

Thanks in advance😊

T/W: Oral (Eddie receiving) sex, cum swallowing, general perv!Eddie, mentions of...food fellatio? (idk what to call that one, tbh)...thats all I can think of rn....Just pure, pure smut. Minors, DNI!!!! 18+ ONLY!

Having been best friends with Eddie for years now, it wasn’t uncommon for you to let yourself into the trailer when you didn’t see his uncles car out front. You’d slip the key from its hiding spot, unlock the door, and then put it back before you made your way into Eddie’s bedroom. Most of the time, he had music playing too loudly for anyone to hear anyway.

You were only here to pick up your hoodie anyway.

However, as you made your way back to the bedroom, the trailer was pretty quiet. His radio wasn’t even playing and you started to think maybe Eddie wasn’t here until you heard labored breathing coming from the other side of the door. Something was wrong by the sounds of it and your mind immediately started racing. Had he overdosed? Was he using again? What was happening to him?

You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and cracked the door open – ready to see the worst sight imaginable. What what you saw...was unlike anything you had ever seen before. It sent a jolt right down to your core and you had to nearly pick your jaw up from the floor.

Eddie was stretched out on the bed, jeans and boxers around his knees as he jerked off. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was sticking to his face, his quiet moans and grunts muffled by his shirt which was pulled up and held by his teeth but what shocked you the most was what he had pressed against his face.

Your hoodie.

You tried to close the door but as you shuffled forward, you accidentally kicked it, forcing the door open just a bit more. Eddie let out a surprised gasp as he fumbled to cover himself up but it was too late – you had already seen him. He just didn’t know that...hopefully.

Red cheeks burned even redder as he looked over at you, shocked and maybe even slightly embarrassed.

“I – I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked,” you covered your eyes with one hand and blindly reached for the door, “I’ll – I’ll come back, yeah? You just...let me know when you’re finished, yeah? I just came for my…uh…”

“...hoodie,” he groaned and laid back in the bed, covering his face with the pillow next to him, the blanket giving him a bit of modesty, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Fuck. I forgot you were coming over tod-”

“Eddie?”

“...yes?”

“Can I...help?”

He looked at you standing in the door way, eyes wide and curious as to what you had just walked in on. And who was he to ever tell you no?

“Y-yeah,” he said softly as if he was unsure that you had just really asked that, “You don’t have to. I – I’m not some perv, I swear I-”

“Eddie?” You looked up at him as you walked closer to the bed.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” You gave him a small smile, “I know you’re not.”

You weren’t sure where this newfound confidence was coming from but you found an extra ounce in the way he looked at you as you sat down on the bed beside of him. This wasn't anything you'd ever imagine doing. You were the quiet kid in school - a goodie two shoes some might even say.

Your hands hesitantly reached for the covers but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist, his eyes staring into yours.

“This isn’t going to like...make it weird, huh?” He sighed.

“Why does it have to be weird?” You shrugged, “I can leave if you’re not comfortable.”

“No,” he said, a bit of panic in his voice, “I just...know you’re a virgin and I don’t want you to think that you have to.”

“I know I don’t,” you said, your eyes drifting over to the hoodie beside of him on the bed, “But...I think maybe you want this too, yeah?”

If you only knew he thought to himself.

He hesitantly let go of your wrists, taking a deep breath as he watched you pull the covers down. His thick cock was jutting against his lower stomach, tip red from stimulation. He watched as you gripped the base of his cock with one hand and wrapped your palm around his dick.

“Have you-”

“No,” you said with a soft sigh, “Even virgins watch porn, Eddie.”

You mimicked the motion he was using when you walked in on him, slow languid strokes. Your palm came up, stroking the tip, before moving completely back down to the base. He was thick and warm in your hands and you felt your mouth watering as you watched yet another bead of slick leak from his tip your hand coming up to smear it back down around him. He was a slew of breathy moans and quiet explecitives, not wanting to scare you away.

"Eddie?" Your asked, your eyes locking up on his.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can I use my mouth?" You whispered, your cheeks tinging red in embarrassment, "Can you...teach me?"

"Jesus fuckin' christ," he breathed out. Your innocence just pushed him further.

“Yeah,” he panted, “I can do that...fuck.”

You slowed your movements as you leaned forward, the musky scent of his arousal only causing your mouth to water more. You watched as he sat up a bit, his legs spreading a bit wider. He jerked himself off as you got comfortable, his tip brushing against your soft lips. You looked up just a bit further, seeing his eyes darkened over with...need? Lust? You weren’t sure but Eddie Munson had never looked at you like he was currently.

“Open – open your mouth...and stick your tongue out,” he panted, his hand stopping as he watched you do as he said.

Your eyes locked on his as he gripped the back of your head, his free hand guiding his hard cock in past your lips. He was quiet for a moment, jaw slacked open, and his brow furrowed as your lips closed around his throbbing cock. He was gentle, moving to sit up a bit more as he felt the warmth of your mouth engrossing him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, a sheen of sweat coating his face as he watched you, “Oh my fuckin’ god, Y/N.”

His fingers threaded a bit tighter in your hair, setting the pace as he used your mouth as his own personal toy. He thrust his hips up just a bit off the bed, sending his cock further down your throat, feeling you gag around him, squeezing him even tighter.

“Shit,” Eddie panted, letting go of your hair as you pulled away from him, gasping for air, “Sorry – sorry.”

And like a the champ you were, he watched as you wiped your messy mouth on the back of your hand and went back to it, having learned quickly he liked being in control of the pace. His fingers wound back in your hair but this time, you started bobbing your head before he had the chance to move you.

“Such a pretty little mouth,” he panted, watching as your lips stretched to accommodate his size, “Dreamed about fuckin’ that pretty little quiet mouth of yours for years now, Y/N.”

And whether it was something you had seen in the porno’s or his words just affected you that deeply, you couldn’t stop the soft moan that vibrated down his cock. He threw his head back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as he fought to regain his composure. He wanted nothing more than to pin your head down to the bed and fuck that smart little mouth straight through his mattress but he knew better – he didn’t want to push any boundaries. But fuck...it was hard to constrain himself when you were giving him the sexiest look – mouth all stretched out and red as you sucked him off, tears welled up in your eyes from the gagging, your hair already a mess from his hands.

HE held off as long as he could, not wanting to let this end so quickly but desperately needing the release.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He panted, his free hand white knuckling the bed sheets as the other gripped your hair even tighter, “Gonna fuckin’ fill that pretty little mouth up, baby…”

His grip on your hair stilled your movements, his moans echoing off the walls of the small room. Thank god no one else was home. Salty warmth filled your mouth, rope after rope, as the guttural groans left his chest. You tried to swallow everything, but you knew you made a mess in the process. It wasn’t as if you could stop the mess he made of your mouth.

You looked up at him, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly, struggling to catch his breath. Red cheeks, sweaty forehead, and parted lips. He looked beautiful like this. His thumb meshed over the corners of your mouth, wiping his cum off. He watched as your tongue stuck out of your mouth and he pressed his thumb against it, dragging it down towards the tip before bringing his own thumb up to his mouth and sucking it clean.

“There’s no way that was your first blowjob,” he panted after a few quiet seconds.

“Why do you say that?” You laughed.

“You have...no experience at all?”

“Umm...well, okay.” Your cheeks blushed, “I might have practiced on a few things...learned a few things from porn...you know...I’m not some complete angel all the time, Eddie.”

“Practiced?” He quirked an eyebrow down at you, moving to fix his jeans and boxers back on his hips, “How if you’ve never given a blowjob?”

And now it was time for you to lay it all out on the line. He didn’t need to be the only one embarrassed here today.

“Cucumbers...or maybe a banana...but can I be honest?”

“Of course,” he said softly, the image of you and a cucumber filling his perverted mind immediately.

“I always imagined that it was...you,” you chewed on your bottom lip nervously as you seen him tense up.

And fuck he was hard...all over again.

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queenofallimagines · 9 months

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Meguru Bachira with a black s/o

LISTEN!! I picked up the 2 volume of the manga on accident when I went to target and I’m in love w him the man of my dreams!! Not taking blue lock right now bc besides Isagi and kunigami i don’t remember any other characters name or anything about them😅 feel free to talk to me about him tho I have SO many thoughts👀

** can you tell this is just me rambling 💀

Megaru💕:

- this pic gives me butterflies holy shit

- WHEW this man has huge unhinged sunshine energy

- Like giggling and kicking my feet how he’s the happy go lucky character trope (I.e hinata) but they make sure you remember he’s not “soft”

- Like the way y’all be uwuing hinata that is a grown man😐 he was throwing fists the WHOLE SERIES but he don’t know about sex? Bffr

- Anyway he’s definitely a switch but kinda leaning more top? he definitely just wants to fuck he don’t care who’s on top

- He’s so cuddly it’s adorable

- Getting neon yellow nails to match his hair>>>

- Definitely would like to match fits w you when y’all step out

- WOULD GET YOU AN ANKLE BRACELET W HIS INITIALS ON IT SO HE CAN KISS YOUR ANKLE WHEN HE PUTS YOUR LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!

- Most fashionable couple FR

- Always has to be touching you in some way

- Holding your hand, arm around you, hand in your pockets

- Wants to make sure you’re there and won’t slip away from him

- Imagining him going to meet your family and he’s SWEATING like he knows he’s not everyone’s cup of tea and really doesn’t want to start anything

- “You are good at soccer so you have like + 100 points right now”(watching Latino people watch the football on the Olympics is so scary 😫)

- Imagine your family watching his games😭 embarrassing bc now I’m imagining a room full of dads and uncles glued to the tv and cheering him on like he can hear it💀💀

- “You so skinny you need to eat more!”

- He’s charming your aunties to steal plates from your house

- You get in the car and he has like 3 Tupperwares full of left overs

- Great with kids because they think he’s cool

- he’s breaking they ankles in soccer tho he’s not gunna play nice w kids

- If “play where it’s safe cuz it’s NOT over here” was a person

- Like he can go 0-100 in a millisecond so if someone tries him

- Very “who’s gon beat my ass about it??” Type beat

- People think y’all are so cute bc he’s so smiley and sweet to you

- DEFINITELY says filthy shit in your ear too

- Like he’s cuddly w everyone he likes so you’d be no different but he’s slipping his hands up your shirt

- Number one hype man when you get your hair done

- So extra

- “My baby so cute🥹🥹”

- Box braids are his favorite bc he can put charms and stuff in your hair

- also medium long locs bc imagining him walking up to you and pushing them out your face to see your eyes🥺

- Freak

- Probably sends you links to sex toys and is like

- “👀👀??”

-“I’m a visual learner btw”

- The MOST unserious character in this whole series so far

- His song is rodeo but just the flo Milli verse i WILL NOT ELABORATE!!

- Once he get to doing that thing where he lower his voice just call in sick bc you probably not walking

- Not that he doesn’t care about your pleasure it’s more he’s fucking until HE taps out so your brains can be soup but he’s not done so,,,,hold on?

- If you like me and a few inches shorter than him will be smug about it

- His personality is big enough to count as a size kink but being a little taller makes him get a big head

- Talks you through it the whole time

- Switching back and fourth between degrading and praise so fast it makes your head spin

- “Hm? Don’t tell me my little slut is tapping out? You were begging me so nicely earlier”

- only one who can say babygirl and it not be cringe 🤭

- “be a good boy and spread your legs for me, hm?”

- Really sloppy kisser during sex too

- Will tell you to stick your tongue out for him

- On the rougher side of kinky stuff

- Fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will every time

- Don’t care about getting caught bc either way he’s not stopping

- Probably how you’d end up sleeping w him and Isagi I fear

- Isagi is so sweet and megaru is MEAN

- Isagi trying to go slow and be gentle and Megaru over here pulling your hair calling you a pretty whore

- this man In grey sweatpants would end me

- APART OF THE SHORT KING BIG DICK CREW

- he’s tall by Japanese standards but juuuuust 3cm above average in American height

- he already walks out the shower naked w NO care in the world

- probably walks around the house like that too Ngl

- “I am returning to the natural state of my birth” I will glue your clothes to your body sir :/

- feel like he’s more girth than length like don’t get me wrong he def has a third leg but he’s gunna have to work you open

- “ Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits”

- Act right dick™️ so don’t push him too far in public

- Definitely a bad influence!! You’re trying to be normal in public and he gives you a look

- Next thing you know he’s on his knees for you in a bathroom or an empty hallway🙄

- In the locker room so many times the rest of his friends already know, and when you two disappear they not stepping foot in there

- Buys you lingerie because he’s your biggest hype man

- When you feel confident you’re the most sexy

- “Mmm you look so good in that cute outfit, you won’t be too mad if I tear it off right?”

- Spreads your legs wide and will make you look in the mirror and watch as he fingers you open

- The type of man who fucks you so good you would get his name tatted on your ass

- Your family actually is probably like “don’t you go corrupting that sweet boy”

- And behind closed doors he’s got his hand holding your hair in a tight fist as he makes himself comfy in your throat

- “Let me hold your hair up for you💕”

- L$D- asap Rocky is also his song

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 4

Hello! And welcome to part 4. Edie has more questions than answers, but we’re finding more and more out as the story unfolds.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Eddie wiped away a stray tear that had escaped his eyes before stepping out into the garage.

“Hey, you kids almost done?” he asked. He looked at his watch. “It is getting late.”

Kenny looked up at the clock. “Shoot, man! My mom is going to kill me.”

Mandy swore too. “I’m getting a ride home with you, right?” she asked Kenny. He nodded and they hurried to put their stuff in his car.

They waved goodbye and then Eddie was alone with Harri and Edie.

“How’s Dad?” she asked. “Still puking?”

Eddie shook his head. “I managed to get him into bed.”

Edie rocked her head back. “What? Dad never lets anyone help him to bed. Not even those who can straight up carry him.”

Eddie blinked. “Uh...he let me.”

“He let you what?” Edie asked tilting her head in confusion.

“Carry him to bed?”

“Oh,” Edie said. “Wow. So how do you know my dad?”

Eddie looked over at Harri before shoving his hands in his pockets and looking down at the floor. “Your dad and I used to run together with Nancy and Jon and all them after high school. Well after Steve graduated, anyway. Me and the rest of us older kids graduated in ‘86.”

“You’re younger than my dad?” Edie asked.

Harri scoffed.

“Shut it, kid,” Eddie barked. “No, I’m older. It just took me three tries to graduate.” He glared over at Harri. “Something I trying to make sure this idiot doesn’t repeat.”

Edie frowned, remembering her dad’s comment about not raising a quitter. “You know, it’s strange. I don’t think I’ve ever heard your name before in my life, but I can’t help but think that I’ve been raised on stories of you my entire existence nonetheless.”

Eddie blushed. “Can’t say I did the same. Harri here wouldn’t have heard of Steve Harrington at all. At least not from me.”

“Wait,” Harri said. “That guy that that your old bandmates talk about all the time. The one they keep telling you to make up with, that’s Steve Harrington, isn’t it? What the hell, Dad.”

Eddie grimaced. “Jeff and Gareth have a very inflated sense of ego.”

“Jeff Lawrence?” Edie asked. “Mandy’s dad?”

Eddie pursed his lips. He was going to kill Jeff. It was one thing to say that Steve and him had kept in contact over the years but it was quite another for his daughter to be best friends with Steve’s.

“That’s the one, princess,” Eddie said tossing his head back and rolling his eyes. “Only Jeff was friends with me first.”

Harri kicked his dad’s ankle. “Hey, Uncle Jeff is a grown ass man, he can be friends with whoever he wants. And since you guys aren’t in the band anymore and we were still living in Cali it makes sense Uncle Jeff would want to connect with someone from the old crowd.”

Eddie sneered playfully. “I hate it when you get all cleverer than me.”

Edie was glancing back and forth between them like a tennis match, but finally she had enough. “You’re telling me that not only do you know Mandy, but that you’ve known her dad for years?”

Harri and Eddie both grimaced in unison as they had completely forgotten she was there.

“I didn’t think about how I knew Mandy,” Harri said. “We just started hanging out when we moved here about a month ago and then when she said you guys needed a new guitarist...”

Edie smacked her forehead. “Yep. That’s on me. I didn’t ask either.”

Harri scuffed his shoe on the pavement, looking down. “Am I still going to be allowed to be in the band?”

Eddie’s heart sunk. He looked over at Edie and then back at his son. They were both expecting him to say no. But how could he do that to either of them? It wasn’t their fault.

“What kind of asshole would I be if I said no?” he asked. “Of course you can still be in the band.”

Harri looked up at him all smiles and hugged him. “Thanks Dad!”

Edie smiled at them both. “Thanks, Mr Munson.”

Eddie sighed. “Yeah. Come on, Harri. It’s time to go home, you both have school in the morning.”

“Bye, Miss Thing!” Harri said after giving her a fist bump.

“Bye H-man!” Edie said.

Edie watched as the two Munson boys walked away. Her dad had a lot of explaining to do.

Edie walked into Steve’s room and was impressed by what she saw. The drapes were closed, the light was off, and Dad was actually under the covers. Something no amount of bullying on Aunt Robin or Nancy’s part could ever achieve.

Dad hated being taken care of. But in less than two hours of this man coming into her home, her father had let down more walls than the entire time she had been on this earth.

Who was Eddie Munson? And why did her dad treat him differently then anyone she had ever known.

She knelt next to Steve’s bed and gently roused him from sleep.

“Hey,” he murmured as he slowly got up. “Is everyone gone?”

Edie sat down next to him on the bed and took his hand. “Yeah, they’ve gone.”

Steve nodded. “You must have so many questions.”

“Oodles and gobs,” she agreed. “But I’m going to be nice and wait until your head is no longer trying to kill you.”

He grimaced. “What, so you can finish the job?”

She chuckled. “Something like that.” She played with the ring on his right hand. She once had asked him if it was his wedding ring to Mom, but he’d told her no. It was from something else. From someone else. And now, she was pretty sure she knew who. “Do you need some pain killers?”

Steve nodded barely able to contain his whimper. Edie got up and the pills and a Gatorade. She came back and handed them to him. He took the pills and chugged half of the Gatorade, before handing it back to her.

“Thanks, love,” he murmured and got back under the covers.

“You’ll want to shower and change before you completely are down for the night,” she reminded him gently.

Steve nodded again. “Just a few minutes. Time for the medicine to work.”

“Of course.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ll come back and check on you later.”

Steve hummed in response and she knew she would have to wake him again when she came back.

Steve woke up the next morning better than he usually felt in the aftermath of a migraine. And he knew who to thank for it. He also knew that had he not been in the throes of one of his worst in recent memory, he would have been a lot bitchier. Hurray for migraines, he guessed.

He didn’t have any appointments today so he didn’t have to cancel anything which was a life saver. He could even have Edie take herself to school. He got up and shuffled out to the kitchen in his pjs.

Edie was munching on her cereal when he got out there. “How’s the head?”

Steve waved his fingers back and forth. “So-so. You okay to take yourself to school today?”

She nodded. “Yeah, no trouble.”

They stared each other down for a minute before Steve blinked first.

“So what do you want to know?” he asked, turning on the kettle.

Edie steepled her fingers under her chin. “We can start with how did you meet mega-producer Edmond Munson?”

Steve laughed. “When I met him he was on his first senior year of high school, jumping on tables and ranting about ‘the man’.”

Edie’s eyes went wide. “What?!”

Steve shook his head. “I knew who he was then. And probably before that. As sort of a ‘oh look there’s that dude again making a menace of himself’ kind of way.”

“He really stood on tables and ranted about ‘the man’?” Edie asked incredulously.

He shrugged. “The topics would vary but, yeah. Pretty much the same theme of kids are being oppressed type thing.”

“But you were a preppy jock in high school,” Edie said. “I’ve seen the pictures.”

“Yeah, I was the King and he was the Freak, never the twain shall meet,” Steve agreed. “That’s what he was called, don’t give me that look.” Edie rolled her eyes.

“Okay,” she growled, “but none of this explains how you guys knew each other. Because this sounding like you didn’t.”

Steve leaned on his elbows onto the counter and looked her dead in the eye. “I want you to understand one thing and one thing only. If you go looking this shit up after I tell you, you will be grounded for life. Because it’s been twenty years and he deserves to let sleeping dogs lie. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

Edie’s head jerked back. This was like those moments when she asked about his scars or the many concussions he’s had. Her normally goofy dad was replaced by someone darker, someone who had walked through hell and lived to tell about it. She nodded quickly, her eyes wide.

“Back in his final senior year, the year Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Argyle all graduated,” Steve said sternly, “he was accused of murdering a cheerleader. Something your Uncle Dusty swore he would never do. And you know how tenacious he can be when he puts his mind to it.”

Edie nodded. “He’s like a dog with a bone.”

“So we went on this hunt to find Eddie,” Steve continued. “And sure enough he was being railroaded and we tried to clear his name. He almost died.” The last sentence was whispered, pulled from from the very depths of his soul and he hung his head between his shoulders.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Really?”

Steve lifted his head and straightened up. He pinched his nose and rubbed it with his knuckle. “Yeah. He got cleared of all charges and then few months later he was gone. Signed a record deal.”

“Your friend that had a band...” Edie muttered. “That was him?”

Steve nodded. “But it’s time for you to go to school. We’ll talk more later.”

Edie knew that she still had a couple of minutes before she needed to go, but she accepted it as the dodge it was. Dad was getting emotional and needed a break.

She nodded and got ready to go. She kissed his cheek. “Love you dad.”

***

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Epilogue

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localwhoore · 10 days

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can you write a fic where the logan sergeant defenders are all drivers and noelle gets into a fist fight with logan?

DRIVERS ????

WARNING QND DISCLAIMERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

consented racism and unconsented ageism against noelle obviously under the cut

and also my opinions dont cancel me over this stupid shit tjanks 😁😁

red bull

goatifi

-> 2x wdc, clutched up AD21 and took the checkered flag 10 times (scoring an extra 250 points) and won the championship instead of max or lewis and caused outrage. also scored a redbull seat

max verstappen

-> DUDUDUDU MAX VERSTAPPEN DUDUDUDU MAAX VERSTAPPEN no seriously he won the championship by lap 1 😞

ferrari

fernando alonso

-> future 3x wdc, promising 43 yrold rookie future of f1 who is unfortunately unable to escape the torturous clutches of ferrari (finally wins a wdc for them too)

charles leclerc

-> is chained up and shackled at the bottom of ferrari HQ and fed cold soup and stale bread twice a week and cannot be released unless its race weekend. (inspired by the james vowles c.ai bot i got bored and talked to who had alex albon, who he called alaobono, in a cage for biting williams guests. also he crawled on all fours and threw chairs and printers)

mercedes

liyah amelia grace habibi afzal @foreveralbon

-> when f1 eventually brought sepang back onto the calendar, liyah was fighting for P1 a few laps in when her engineer mentioned sightseeing at KL’s twins towers (the petronas towers). this was a mistake as upon hearing those words, liyah was immediately inhabited by the spirit and earthly energies of her late uncle: muhammad hazam “ارهابي” omar afzal, who passed down his loving lifelong legacy to her via muscle memory and pure instinct aka going back to her roots. anyways, she flung her car towards a corner with banking and projectile launched herself at 346km/h over 60km distance between her and her goal over the span of a shocking 10 minutes and 24 seconds!!! liyah escaped the incident with little injury, but the same cannot be said for those inside the towers (towers as in plural because george russell flew past her into the 2nd tower shortly after). media had an absolute fucking field day

george russell

-> misses half his races to film ads for tommy hilfiger and marriot bonvoy. toto gets pissed and kicks him out of their sleepover party which makes george severely depressed but its ok cz he gets married to carmen in his fav hotel marriot w a british royalty themed wedding (hes dressed as princess diana)

mclaren

lando norris

-> 4x wdc, paid goatifi to take out max and asked oscar to pull a kmag in saudi and decimated a 1-2 at silver stone hip hip hooray also he got fucked into the monaco hairpin barriers and was injured permanently unable to grow a pedostache

oscar piastri

-> 999x wdc, boy oh boy where do i even begin. the loml, oscar piastri. you truly are my sunshine. my only sunshine. you make me happy when skies are gray. you’ll never know dearrrrr how much i looove youuu please dont takee my sunshine awaaaaayyyyyyyy pookie wookie aookie bookie cookie dookie eookue fookie gookie hookie iookie jookie kookie lookie mookie nookie oookie pookie quookie rookie sookie tookie uookie vookue wookue xookie yookie zookie

alphatauri

yuki tsunoda

-> 50x wdc. my goat 🐐 he beat daniel 23-1 and is a fucking LEGENDDDDDD MY GOAT TRRRRRAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOINTS AND YUKAMPIONSHIP LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶

liam lawson

-> he finally let his hair grow out so he doesnt look like a lesbian anymore cutie patootie finally got a seat 😜😜

aston martin

avis cloostefek @aviscarrentals

-> actively trying to seduce lawrence stroll for that bank cz shes kinda broke idk the f1 life pays her less rhan she thought???? regularly breaks into the VIP area and eats all rhe food in catering because shes pasty pale white and has no cuisine culture except crackers and unseasoned boiled chicken and a side of cheese soggy french fries

lance stroll

-> justice for lance guys his dad is being seduced by a pasty white woman with very bad very severe chronic culture-less behavioural tendencies 😞

alpine..

lea @vroomvroomcircuit

-> im sorry but someone had to be in the alpine and i picked u🥰 much love!! anyways one fine typical tuesday lea remembered that her teammate is french and her deeprooted german moustache man awakened and unleashed havoc upon the french demanding her right to the land of the baguettes and croissant to be reclaimed for the return of glory for the motherlandYAA deutschland 🇩🇪 NEIN DA FÜHRER SAUSAGE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

pierre gasly

-> french ☹️

haas

althea noelle. @disneyprincemuke

-> 10x destructors championship. an antique and prehistoric primordial being in the form of a petite pinoy creature. it has devoted to the art of racing since the dawn of time. since day was night, night was day as the two parallels of each other blurred in a flourish and spectacle of a draped veil over the vast expanse known as the horizon, since the stars aligned side by side in the darkest of hours. she raced upon the lands of pangea, upon the tallest of mountains now reduced to stones and rubble that crumble under footsteps and blow with the breeze. throughout millennia, throughout the countless frigid winters and blistering summers as she watched empires rise and fell, civilisation bloom and prosper, tyrants dictate and rebels overthrow, dynasties rule and eras whirl past like the wind, akin to momentary blips as centuries compile into memories viewed back upon within seconds. the only divinity to harbour ancient knowledge lost to time and space, lost through endless bloodshed of war as humanity tore itself apart , screaming aggressive rage and agony from the inside as flesh ripped flesh as the steady drill of what could be known as time mercilessly marched on, and waited for none. the little beam of consciousness this dingus fostered within burnt bright bold as passion strove on as fuel for her little stature (shocking). also she has yet to score a point in f1 cz she keeps twinning logan sargeant and crashing out on the 1st lap. her nickname is turn one thea 💀💀💀

TLDR; noelle is old and hasnt scored in f1

kevin magnussen

-> https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFGTu8tL/

stake kick balls sauber

zhou goatyu

-> 中国是第一！！周冠宇我爱你啊！！！请让祖国骄傲我们都支持你。周冠宇周冠宇！加油加油加油拿多分🗣️🗣️🗣️🥶🥶🥶

mclgf (now ur saubergf idk) @mclarengf

-> all hands on deck for the pitstops!!!! toby and newplayer are incharge of the tires and aria is ur race engineer turned reserve driver and tobys a development driver idfk bro 😭😭

williams

alex albon

-> james vowles character ai bot

logan sargeant

-> Oh Say, can you see By the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed At the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars Through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched Were so gallantly, yeah, streaming? And the rockets' red glare The bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night That our flag was still there O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave also twinning noelle loves crashing

safety car driver

me (i cant drive)

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evita-shelby · 4 months

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12 Days of Smuff: Day 4

Day 4: Reassurance + Car Sex

Tommy Shelby x Eva Smith (oc)

Cw: semi public sex, car sex, feelings of inadequacy and frustration

Thomas hasn’t felt this on edge since he was betrayed.

This should be easier, no one shooting at him, no one dying, just him in a conference room negotiating a loan from his wife’s family to start their legal businesses.

In London, tomorrow morning and in the presence of the uncles and aunts and cousins running the third largest shipping company in the Atlantic.

Fuck.

“Fuck. Fuck it all!” Tommy cursed as his car gave up on the road from Birmingham to London.

Could’ve taken the train, but driving made him feel in control.

“We brought the petrol for this, remember?” Eva tries to reassure him reminding him they had planned for this.

“I know, I am just kicking my crate, love.” He tries to calm himself enough to get off the car and refill it so they can get there and leave as soon as possible.

“We’re making good time even with this delay, Tom. Take your time.” The witch assured him and gave his hand a good squeeze. “Everything will go great and we’ll be in Digbeth getting the deed for your office before you know it.”

“What if they deny me the loan because we eloped?” He asks searching for his cigarette case ---a gift from Eva--- only to find his pocket empty.

This resulted on another round of curses and him slamming the wheel in frustration.

“They won’t, Tom. They know good business when they see it, and they know better than to doubt my word about it.” Eva answered because to her this meeting was just a stupid formality to intimidate him.

“Tell you what, how about we take a break for a few minutes?” the witch suggested as if they weren’t on the side of an empty road.

“And do what? Pick some fucking flowers, fuck?” Tommy throws back at her sarcastically.

“Road’s empty and we got time to kill anyways.” Eva joked as if his words hadn’t stung her. Just weeks ago they’d returned from their honeymoon and now he’s taking his frustration out on her.

What a fantastic way to prove them right, he wasn’t good enough for her, too fucked up to be a good husband.

“Tom, don’t even think that. If you’re fucked up, I’m broken beyond fucking repair. Fuck them, I love you, you love me and that is all that matters.” Eva took his face in her hands wanting to push out his dark thoughts by sheer will.

And maybe she could if he let her.

So he pulled her for a kiss and did what always pushed the shadow out of his head.

“Tommy I was joking, I wasn’t—” Eva sputtered after he let go of her lips and sought to free her tits from her blouse.

“Road’s empty and we got time to kill anyways.” The gangster turned businessman and husband smiled and kissed her again knowing she won’t say no. “Let’s fuck, Mrs. Shelby.”

And they do, not a quick hurried thing in case someone comes, but a fuck that makes them wish they didn’t have a meeting to attend.

“I wanted to fuck you like this that night after the derby, love.” He admits with a groan as she rides him with gusto and in the next movement accidentally pressed back on the car’s horn.

They stay there laughing, not stopping as the car horn blared out into the empty road and the newly weds continue to fuck in the driver’s seat with wild abandon.

Only God would know what made them late to the meeting, and Shelby didn’t even believe in him anyway.

“I wish you had,” she kissed him as it came to an end and Tommy decided it was ample time they get a car for their own.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x oc #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby #evacore #12 days of smuff

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cloveroctobers · 11 months

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southern delicacy — RIO x OC x ARMAN MORALES

A/N: I’m going through my list (If i don't give up and redirect the writing to something else lmao! I’m always changing just like the seasons Chile!), so hang on for the ride if you’re up with me! GIFS DO NOT belong to me! Also if you’re into r&b: stream Jai’Len’s album which this was inspired by along with Anna Nicole Smith’s documentary on Netflix + any other celeb documentary—and mystery documentaries that’s out there basically & I can’t wait to see Donna Summer’s soon so anyways!! Feels like the wrong choice of words to say, I hope you enjoy this but…

“One sip of this southern drank and you’ll definitely want another round,” Sahra laughs which is then echoed by the camera crew as she sits in her chair gathering the waves of hair to rest down her shoulder, “but only I get the say so if you deserve another glass." The producer asks, "Is it safe to say Rio and Arman received that chance?" A playful glint shined through her deep brown eyes for a moment as she says, "Question them in a few years to see if they're still talkin' about me honey."

Somali-American Model, Actress, and niece of Business Mogul Omar Elmi: Tissa Sahra Elmi known professionally as SAHRA who's been reported missing since April 18th 2023 is now pressumed dead as of May 8th 2023.

She was 33 years old.

SAHRA was born Tissa Sahra Elmi on July 30th, 1989 in Dahlonega, Georgia to Somali-born Maxamed, a Otolaryngologist and Tanya (nee. Wells) Elmi, a former meteorologist. She was the only child the two shared together and had two older half siblings from each parent. Elmi was later raised in Atlanta, Georgia around the age of three years old since both of her parents found better job oppournities and a better sense of a environment for Elmi to grow up in.

Maxamed often says that he knew Sahra would be special from the first moment she learned how to walk, "She made a show out of taking her first steps, chubby knees buckling but still holding strong. She enjoyed the praise she got from her mother and I. From then on, with everything that she did, she got a kick out of it."

Elmi started out in children beauty pageant’s at local malls at the young age of eight, winning most of her competitions and not taking the ones she lost to heart. Her mother recalls the first one Elmi lost, holding her breath as she waited for the sign of defeat to appear on her daughter's face up on stage...but it never came. "I'm not worried, mommy. I still have time to show them better," was what the then ten year old said as her mother embraced her on their walk back to the car.

"She was too damn smart but confident for her own good," Tanya laughs.

From there Elmi gained the attention of a fashion recruiter, which Tanya was reluctant to get in contact with, "You cant just trust anybody, especially with your child," She says recalling the day the woman handed her a business card. Soon Elmi got the chance of doing photoshoots, runways, and soon had a agency that wanted to work with her full-time at just sixteen years old. Once she signed, her fame was just beginning and seemed to be on-going once it became knowlegde of who her uncle was.

"I was respected enough for people to be aware that I wouldn't take any wrong doings brought to my family, especially a young woman who was coming up in this industry. I love my neice dearly and always wanted what's best for her but I knew I wouldn't always be around." Omar Elmi tells the camera, his words holding just enough weight of what the reality was like for young people growing up in the limelight.

SAHRA found success in the modeling world after finding her place in a agency and spoke out against the colorism and weight restrictions placed on women of color.

Eighteen soon to be nineteen year old Sahra once spoke at a 2008 fashion event, “What I’m speaking on shouldn’t be viewed as a controversy, it’s f—king human decency to let women showcase exactly who they are with no limit to their shades and sizes. I’m physically changing as I step into my adulthood and was dropped once certain designers found out my exact measurements, like how boring is that? I’m too plus sized for you because I’m not shaped like a pogo stick? This is my body and I’m doing you a favor showing how a high-end outfit looks on a body like mine, so it’s their lost. If they keep messing with me I’ll build my own agency, for women, for all people who know what it’s like. see how they like that taste, huh?”

Once she stepped into her twenties she gained her first ever supporting role in a No. 1 box office Drama/Romance film, “The Southern Gothic Hour.”

“I plan on telling as many stories as I can for as long as I live.” A twenty-one year old Sahra beams as she walks the red carpet in a floaty pastel dress, hurrying to get inside to the movie award show.

Elmi kept very busy after her first movie role, continuing her modeling career and was on the cover of vogue magazine, vogue Arabia, and Vogue Italia, for three months straight. She later went on to star in three sitcoms before working on her second major film. By then another controversy was brought on surrounding the Somali actress.

“Aren’t you embarrassed that by being involved with two men at the same time is going to ruin the image you’re building for yourself?” The paparazzi intervene as they follow a twenty-five year old Sahra to the airport.

She stops short after that question, turning to the flashing cameras, “that’s just a piece of my life that you’re dyin’ to tell the world while I’m just living in it. Living in my life with two gentlemen who want to spend time with me and reciprocate some love in return. We understand the nature of the relationship and that’s what matters. Not you or anybody else. I’m having fun in love and what are you doing? Chasing me down to throw some dirt on…well it looks like you failed, aren’t you embarrassed?”

Both Rio and Arman knew not to trust the headlines, especially once they got involved with a public figure but the both of them had a feeling that there was some truth this

Arman was the one to reach out to Rio first, unsure if this information was even true. It wasn't in his nature to keep up with the tabloids-even when he was involved with Tissa-SAHRA (as the world knew her) but it was his wife, Nadia who brought it to his attention, with a tablet in her hands.

He tried to brush it off as fake news but once his own phone started to blow up with tweets and phone calls requesting for comments...Arman found his breathing to suddenly be weak and got to his feet, pacing the outline of the mosaic pool with his phone pressed tightly to his ear.

"Yeah," Rio answered after what felt like the thirteenth ring, sounding as if he was on the move.

"What the fuck is she playing at?" Was the first thing that flew out of Arman's lips.

Rio paused, "Well hello to you too, Mr. Morales."

"Now's not the time for your bullshit either, Rio. Have you talked to her before she disappeared? Is this some big scheme: faking her death just to keep the universe talking? To get us talking? I told her once before she shouldn't play around like that."

"Nah, man it's true. At least the whole presumed part, in their eyes.”

Now was not the time to be vague.

"What?" Arman questioned, "If you're the reason why she’s gone asswipe, just say that—

"Whoa, what we're not gonna do is put this on me when your hands aren’t exactly clean either. You clocked out not too long ago to be with your wife instead. Now you’re here on my line asking about another woman."

"You and I both know she wasn't just that." Arman held the skin in between his brows, "...just tell it to me straight, what do you know and how do we take care of it?"

Sahra was twenty-four when she met Rio first in the summer time, out in the Oak Bluffs where her and her family were vacationing at her uncle's estate that Rio ended up doing business with.

Sahra knew of him through some chatter her uncle talked about over dinner, he liked to inform everyone of all kinds of guests that would be in attendance to this extravagant event but all Sahra cared about was getting dressed up and flirting her way through the night until she got bored and headed out to the beach.

She never expected a conversation about Cape Town to get her connected with Rio.

Never expected him to the type of man who enjoyed going out on dates

and that man sure knew how to plan the most romantic dates.

It felt natural with him and on the oak bluffs was the best kind of privacy Sahra could ask for.

Sure Rio’s seen Sahra’s debut film and instantly recognized her at her uncle’s event but it’s not like he was on some fanboy shit.

He kept that quiet and it only became knowledge once they were friendly.

“I admire everything that you do and are, don’t ever let anybody disrupt that—not even me.” Rio told her as the lounged on the sand, one night, perched on his elbow, focused only on her while Sahra stared out at the sparkling navy ocean.

Amusement was in her eyes as he lightly gripped her chin to face him, “Are you gonna kiss me now, Christopher?”

Rio smirked, long-lash brimmed eyes shifting from her mouth to her eyes, “don’t mind if I do, reina.”

Three months in a beachy but peaceful town surely sounded overkill to Sahra—well it used to in her teen years but it seemed to be everlasting with Rio around.

He departed the island a week before Sahra said her, “see you later’s,” to her family and returned to the stage which happens to be the device you’re probably holding in your hand right now

. Of course she kept her stories updated here and there

But never placed her time with Rio out there!

(She thought about it, posting a intimate moment on her more…raw and uncut insta that she kept on private and only allowed 30k+ to follow her on. Mostly it was just for her friends and close family members that she hung out with but soon supporters came across it. So on private it had to go—you don’t want to know the amount that sat in the pending section let’s just say that)

Why would she ever do that when she wasn’t sure if this was strictly casual or not? It’s like not she heard much from him anyways with him in Detroit and her going back and forth between New York and Georgia.

It’s wasn’t until early October that she went to Vegas to celebrate a friend’s birthday at this well-known club, where she met another business man who went by the name of Arman.

He immediately approached her and her friends, ensuring that they were having a good time and made sure their drinks were placed on his tab—only if Sahra got on the dance floor with him.

Sahra didn’t know what it was with these business men but they always seemed to be somewhere lingering.

“Do you own this place?” Sahra asked, already taking his warm hand as he helped her down from the stool.

“Just cut a deal with the previous owner, so in short terms: soon.”

Literally meaning cut— it’s was a whole bloody mess but Arman always cleans up well and Sahra certainly didn’t need to know the details, considering this is their first time meeting!

“We love a man about his business.” Sahra stated, “Congratulations, Arman.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I have a feeling that means something coming from you.” Arman let the woman lead him to the dance floor.

She smiled at him over her shoulder, “don’t thank me yet. There’s still plenty of world out there to take over.”

“So, are you telling me you’re a taker?” Arman whispered down into her ear, one hand wrapped around her torso while she sunk into him, arm tossed up and over his shoulder.

“Maybe, it all depends on how this planet chooses to treat me.” Sahra spoke as they began to move in sync to the beat, her back pressed directly to his front.

She remembers how comfortable she felt in his arms that night. How the scratch of his facial hair touched the brown skin of her neck and how tender his hold on her was.

“How do you plan to treat me?” She asked and she could feel him smile from above.

“Like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And that granted him a kiss so good, he was a bit weak in the knees.

Arman had to stabilize himself on her despite him engulfing her with his slightly taller frame.

She let him. And found that she often enjoyed the weight of Arman over her body.

Her friends were disappointed that she didn’t go home with Arman but she did take his number and there were others that took pictures and videos that circulated the internet

Which was also brought to a certain summer fling’s attention…

Her phone rings as she’s outside the club, her group of friends drunkly screaming a mashup of Tinashe’s, “2 on” and Beyoncé’s, “Drunk in love” she wasn’t sure how they managed to do that but it didn’t sound half bad as they all waited for a Uber.

“Tell my stand-in he shouldn’t bother waiting on your call since I should be the first one you dial.” Rio’s smooth slightly raspy voice was heard as Sahra plugged her other ear to hear him better.

Sahra laughed, “Aw, should I be flattered that you’re watching me all the way out here? What? Are you actually our Uber driver tonight? The phone works both ways, i was starting to think you lost my number.”

“Even if I did, it’s not like me to forget something so significant. I’ll be seeing you next week, brunch on me. And if I hear that you entertained that pushing forty looking cornball, it’s gonna be a problem.”

Sahra was left with a dial tone and a snicker at that.

No man gets to tell her what to do, especially a man who wasn’t her boyfriend.

It was also thrilling to wonder what Rio was gonna do if she went “against” him.

Sahra was a free woman whether Rio liked it or not. It was funny that he was keeping up with her although they haven’t talked in almost two months.

So the next day she went out to dinner with Arman a few hours before her flight back to the east coast.

Arman wasn’t pushing forty. He was only seven years older than Sahra and she was grown, it wasn’t a issue or concern for her. She figured she would end up being with someone older than her anyways.

Rio was four years older than her and you never saw her cracking on his years around the sun…but how did he get access to Arman so quickly when Sahra just met him?

“Business men”

Her interactions with Arman seemed to get more publicized than her relationship with Rio (they were smooth criminals with it, literally 1 out of the 2 but you already knew that) and it didn’t bother Rio—at the start.

It was adrenaline inducing, fiery, and lust filled with Rio. He quickly became a lover and his jealousy definitely showed. He didn’t want Sahra to even think about Arman with his hands and tongue all over her body

making sure to leave his marks that the makeup artists had to rely on photo editors to completely remove them before they were fresh off the press.

Sure Arman was the question mark in the public eye but Rio knew what it was behind closed doors.

The paps didn’t have much information to go off of in the first place since they all lived on different sides of the map but Rio didn’t mind taking flights to be laid up with Sahra.

Yet it was never discussed what they were, although it felt obvious on his part.

Until he decided to pop up and find Arman there in NY, fixing himself a whiskey in Sahra’s kitchen.

“Uh uh,” Rio was ready to put a bullet right in this man’s chest, “think you missed the exit to the club, about three miles back.”

Arman huffed, “Don’t think so, Rio. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

He already didn’t like this dude and it only amplified with the way he said his name so freely.

“It damn sure ain’t here, man.” Rio’s eyes were in slits at how comfortable Arman was in this Manhattan condo.

Arman raised his hands at the space around them, smug as he raised his glass, “I’m sorry but I’d have to disagree.”

Before Rio could say anything else, the slapping of slippers entered the white and nude modern kitchen. His eyes remained locked on Arman, itching to punch that smile right off his face, while some arms circled around his waist along with a chin pressing into his shoulder.

“You made it,” Sahra’s soft voice announced as Rio finally turned to her to press their lips together, eyes shooting back to Arman’s as he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Arman tilted his head to the side, simply analyzing but expression remained neutral.

Sahra stepped back with a squeeze of Rio’s sides, “No need to show off, you both know what I like and it’s not a competition.”

“I’mma need some clarification, Reina. What’s the bozo in the tight blouse doing here during our quality time? I thought that was squashed.” Rio jabbed his thumb at Arman who rolled his eyes.

Arman muttered, “it’s clear communication isn’t the strong suit on your side of the relationship. She wanted us both here to propose the bright idea of us being a trio.”

“I’m not letting this dude anywhere near my shit, that’s for you only. You know that.” Rio was firm with his response and wasn’t sure what Sahra was on at this point.

This would turn out to be false once he revealed his attraction to a certain preppy busty strawberry blonde a little down the timeline of their soon to be poly relationship but—just make that a side note if you will!

“Listen it’s just a thought since I’m actually getting tired of having the both of you as my sides—

“Your what?” Arman immediately furrowed his brows, which clearly irked his nerves just as Rio felt that familiar itch to start knocking shit over.

Sahra raised her hands in surrender, “whew! Sorry honey bee’s, wrong choice of words. There isn’t a third option or anything like that, I’m just sayin’ I’m with the both of you majority of the time and I know you men are smart enough to figure that I wasn’t going behind your back about it—

“Well that’s a lie because I told you from the jump I wasn’t feelin’ him.” Rio told Sahra, who let out a sigh.

Arman barked, “The names Arman. My name, learn it and use it. Properly.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Rio sized him up with a shove of his hands into his pockets, unfazed.

Sahra let out a low whistle at the rising tension in the room before saying, “okay just hear me out—there’s already been some talk about Arman and I. Slowly it’s back on the rise on the gossip blogs and channels since he’s been here for about a week now but we’re been sorta careful. Half of my heart feels extremely tied with his and then there’s the other side that wants to be around yours Rio. So it just makes sense to at least see what you two think about being in a relationship with me at the same time. It’ll be a union.”

Arman’s eyes shot back to Rio’s at this, brows raised. It was clear she’s been thinking about this for some time and the fact that he’s already been here for a week probably listening to her tell him this, didn’t sit right with Rio.

“I don’t think your part-time lover likes me enough to share.” Arman informed Sahra, hand going up to caress her back.

Rio raked his teeth over his bottom lip in frustration, “don’t speak for me.”

“Well, what do you think?” Sahra asked, curiosity in her eyes.

Rio expressed, “I think that you want the best of both worlds with no regards for anybody’s feelings. The glimpses that you’re showing the world with Arman ain’t reality, it’s got to matter behind closed doors too. What we have is much better than that, just us two.”

“I know that the both of you are different but love me in just the right way that I need and want. I’m picking the both of you to love back at the same time, my hearts big enough to do so, so just let me show you.” Sahra declared, allowing Rio to hold her stare for what felt like a lifetime.

He was always trying to figure her out and spoke with his eyes quite a lot. He knew he adored Sahra but how much of this was an act? He couldn’t be too judgmental since he was often calculated himself but not with his heart.

“How do you feel about this?” Rio kept his eyes on Sahra as he aimed his question at Arman—it’s not like he cared about this random guy’s perspective but he wanted a sense first-hand on what his relationship was like with Sahra since he threw a jab at them earlier.

Arman kept his hand on Sahra’s back, “we don’t have to like each other but I know a good thing when I see it. We absolutely don’t have to be in a romantic relationship with each other but we can respect each other for Tissy—Sahra. I’ll do just about anything to make her happy and if this is what she wants…fine.”

“I knew you were soft,” Rio smirked, “she’s got that effect on you…but not me. I need a few days to get my head around this bullshit so enjoy your time together or not. I may be back.”

“Christopher,” Sahra called out to him feeling her heart race, “don’t waste this moment because of your ego.”

He paused, “my time’s never wasted on you.” Was all that he said before his exit.

And that was the first time Sahra shed a tear in a very long time.

It was Arman’s job to cheer her up while Rio took what was his lengthy leave of absence.

Arman was always in tune with his emotions, had enough compassion but Sahra knew Arman had a touch of a dark side as well. She sensed it when he would hide his cut up knuckles or when he was snappy on the phone with people that worked for him.

Sure she had her diva moments but that didn’t mean she was nasty to any of her employees.

Yet they both have two very different professions.

Which is why she heard her publicist out who weighed the cons of going public on her relationship with both Rio and Arman.

That’s right, the tatted man eventually came around because he also wanted to be part of Sahra’s happiness.

Although the downfall of the relationship felt timely, Sahra was surprisingly still friendly or rather had a love and hate relationship with Rio.

At least enough for him to do what the damn detectives couldn’t.

On the other hand, The relationship turned sour between Sahra and Arman once he began to get tired of constantly being in the flashing lights.

That was a shock to Rio since he knew he was the flashiest one out of the two of them but Rio would never compare himself to him. Fuck him.

Rio was better at keeping his cool in the public eye while Arman started to disconnect.

He found Arman engaging with another woman, a pretty Argentine girl named Nadia who looked like a model herself—yet she was no Sahra—who seemed loving towards Arman at the club.

Rio wasn’t gonna put his shit on blast, especially since he knew how hurt Sahra had been when he revealed that he did have some attraction towards Elizabeth but didn’t act on those feelings.

Here Arman was, acting on his feelings. It was evident that the touches were intimate and it would explain why he was distant so Rio checked Arman about it one night when Sahra was out with her girls.

Which resulted in them getting into each others faces about it.

“Did you cheat?”

“That’s not your damn business!”

Loud and defensive. Dead giveaway.

“I think it is. Be honest, what you thought this was going to be, fizzled out for you much too fast. You need to Tell her instead of being a liar.”

“Oh so you can get the award of being the best partner? As if you aren’t still around the soccer mom that you probably have wet dreams about like some sort of prize? You’re no better than me.”

“Wrong, I know I am. But at least I don’t lie to my girl’s face.”

“Fuck you, big whoop!”

“You got twenty-four hours to come clean.”

“Or what?”

“It’ll come out eventually and then your ass is gonna be done for.”

Arman battled with himself on his side of the condo and knew after the breakfast he prepared that he would tell Sahra.

He was shocked to find Rio not in the home, that the man actually granted them some privacy.

Rio was usually not one for Patience.

When Rio returned, Arman was gone, hopefully on a flight to Vegas and Sahra was seated on the couch staring out the large window behind it.

“You knew, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did.” Sahra whispered before turning to Rio with wet eyes.

He dropped the duffle bag on the floor, pulled his hood down and plopped down beside her, hand resting on her thigh. “I’m here and I adore you.”

Sahra laid her head in his lap as he straightened out on the couch giving her shoulder a squeeze, “I love you too.”

“And I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.” His fingers following the swoops of her edges, soothing her.

She closed her eyes, not believing that this time.

“Why are you two choosing to speak out now when you’ve been quiet during this entire investigation?” A producer asks the two men sitting side by side.

Rio licks his bottom lips, hands clasped together, “it’s better to set the story straight instead of people constantly picking the narrative.”

“What narrative is that?”

“That Sahra is this or that or the notion that we contributed to all of this happening. When we also knew her better than anyone behind closed doors.” Rio informed.

Arman was side-eyeing the man, which the camera picked up on, “I actually didn’t want to do this interview because it’s common knowledge that disingenuous people like to be exploitative on people in the public eye. Sure Tissy loved what she did but to victim blame is insane.”

“She shouldn’t be some tragic story. Especially when we only know bits and pieces.” Rio stated.

Flashes of a ransacked home, believed to be Sahra’s are shown on screen along with some black and white footage of Sahra being led down a hallway by a hooded figure, object pointed directly at her spine, to a airport with a woman with the same physique—hair gone or either stuffed underneath a cap and with shades on stood at the front desk with a hand gripping the back of her neck, to finally a news clip of the supposed flight reportedly missing off the coast and later some airplane wreckage was found in a desert that cannot be located on a map.

“What do you mean by that?”

“She always talked about a place in South Africa with Rio,” Arman started as he glanced over at the brooding man, “we’re still hopeful since they didn’t officially retrieve a body.”

“Don’t you believe that’s giving false hope to not only yourselves but her fans, especially when her family already processed this? It’s been over ten days.” The producer had clear confusion in their voice.

Rio lifted his shoulders, “we’re not trying to do that at all but I know neglect when i see it. It’s easier just to come to a quick conclusion especially when it comes to Black, Latin, Indigenous, Asian and other people of color right?”

“So you believe there’s negligence on the department’s part?”

“Without a doubt,” Arman answered, “Tissy was supposed to be on vacation the week she went missing…why are we getting footage of her disappearing two days after when she was supposed to be on a flight? Was she held up in that condo for those two days before someone took her to the airport?”

The producer was intrigued at their viewpoint, “they arrested the guy they suspected to be stalking her: Oliver Dumouchel who created one of the most well known fan pages about her. He was said to have engaged with her on the early hours she was leaving for her flight. Could it be him that forced on her on that flight?”

This Rio and Arman already knew. Getting their hands stained themselves as they snatched Oliver off the streets and beat him down to get some answers. He ended up telling them what sounded completely different from what he previously told the detectives. Yes he did manage to get up to the top floor on the early hours of April 16th but he left out the part where he had a scuffle with Sahra in the hallway. He did assault her with a vase, hitting her over the head with it and he left with a bloody nose, scared some residents would call the police. Where was the footage on that?

“So you think he switched her off with someone else? That doesn’t exactly make sense since he was found dead yesterday—apparent suicide.” Rio informed as the other crew had hushed whispers that filled the room.

“Was he the only one running that page?”

Arman confirmed, “Yes.”

“Listen we don’t want to feed into the conspiracy bullshit that’s out there but Sahra always knew how to take care of herself.” Arman said, “she always knew how to pick herself up after feeling what needs to be felt.”

“You’d know that better than anyone.” Rio jabbed.

Arman cleared his throat, resting his elbows against the arms of the chairs, “We love her and just want her to be okay. If it all got to be too much and she wanted to tap out then fine but no one should be able to make that choice for her in such a violent unanswered way.”

Rio dipped his head, a little slouched in his chair, “we’re doing our part in getting some answers, trust that. We won’t elaborate more but hopefully Sahra’s out there safe and relishing the thought that we still care about her wellbeing.”

[Some time in March 2022…]

[Detroit, MI]

Sahra is seen standing in front of a hooded Rio, dressed in loungewear as they hold a conversation with Rio leaning back against his G-Wagon. The conversation is hushed but it’s evident it turns serious as the previous smirk on the taller but thin framed man’s face went away the second Sahra is face to face with him.

The shutters from the cameras are going haywire since they’re used to only seeing Sahra out with Arman more than Rio. Her head turns, hand going up to block the bit of hazy sun that greets her skin. She turns back to Rio whispering something to him, in which he barely glances at the paparazzi before moving to open the backseat, revealing a fluffy white goldendoodle ready to leap from the car.

Rio interrupts, one hand going out to bury into the dog’s fur, keeping them still while the other hand waiting for the leash Sahra’s holding to hook onto the dog before handing it back over to the woman. She wraps the leash around her fist just as Rio places a kiss on her cheek then moves to climb into the car.

Sahra leaves the driveway first, now waving as the paparazzi begin to fire away questions.

“How are you doing today, Sahra? Rio buy you that dog?”

She breaths out a laugh, “nope. This is Amnati, “Nati” for short by the way. She’s my new baby. Rio was actually babysitting for me until I arrived back on his side of town.”

“Speaking of babies are you planning on having any with your two partners?”

“Arman is no longer in the equation, come on keep up with me now.” Sahra teases, making one of the paps appear sheepish.

The other laughs as they toss in, “but you’re still holding up well and got the part of this brand new upcoming thriller film, congrats. Any details you can tell us?”

Sahra spins walking backwards down the sidewalk now, a small smile on her lips as she says, “think of the film ‘when a stranger calls,’ but make is jordan peele if you will and that’s all I’m gonna say on that without getting replaced/fired.”

The paparazzi laugh, “that sounds pretty interesting, we’ll be sure to see it.”

“no one would ever dare to replace you!” The other says while Sahra coos and fans her hand at them.

Sahra then says, “you’ve got the right attitude about that! I might just be a lot, but we gon’ be alright, darling.”

She winks at the camera before sending them a wave and glanced down at Nati who barks up at her with her tail wagging, encouraging the shaggy dog to set off into a jog down and around the street, away from prying eyes and everyone’s view.

.ೃ࿐ .ೃ࿐ .ೃ࿐ .ೃ࿐ .ೃ࿐ .ೃ࿐ .ೃ

Continue along with my spring anthology series here.

#Spotify #manny montana #rio good girls #manny Montana x reader #rio x black!reader #rio x reader #the cleaning lady #the cleaning lady fox #arman morales #Arman morales x reader #adan canto #queued #spring writing

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crashcitycentral · 10 months

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[ Concept: Bart uses the Camcorder Preston gave him to leave Preston a message vlog style that he’s given after his death, cause the concept was there but never touched and I want Preston to know his best friend didn’t just disappear. ]

Bart sets up the camcorder on the top book of the stack on his desk, angling it to face the chair he had sat in front of it. It was the one Preston gave to him, and he finally figured out what he wanted to record. A little memo for Preston to find.

He flips open the screen and presses the power button.

The video starts with Bart’s arm still outstretched to the camera, tongue stuck between his lips as he fiddles around with the controls. “Oh. The red means it’s on, right? Shoot!” The clip cuts to static for a few moments before it’s back again and this time he’s in his chair.

“Got it to work! Man, technology here is so confusing. Nothing like from my time.” He shakes his head. “Hey, Pres. you may know me as Bart, or daredevil Allen. If you’re seeing this, well, I’m guessing I’m not around anymore. But that’s okay! I probably went out super cool.”

“Man, where to start. I guess I wanted to tell you my secret but I didn’t know how. Max says I have to keep it hush hush but. I dunno, I don’t want to. Not from you.”

“Carol knows, though she kinda figured it out. It was an accident really, I ain’t never been too good at this secret identity stuff but here goes. I am Impulse.”

“Saying that finally is… wow. I’m sure you have a lot of questions so I’ll try to go over everything in this before i run out of space on this rinkidink camcorder you gave me. Er, no offense.”

“The Flash is my Grandpa and second Flash is my second cousin, once removed. I was born in the year 2980. Crazy, right? That will probably make some stuff I did or said make sense now, huh?”

It cuts again, this time to him upside down in the chair, back on the seat and feet kicked up in the air. “I want you to know you’re my best friend. Which is why I’m tellin you all this.”

“Max isn’t really my uncle, but he is my Guardian after Wally… anyways, he’s got superspeed too but he like, never uses it. Lame. He just coaches me on the sidelines. And Helen, she’s great! Like my big sister. She’s Max’s daughter but doesn’t have powers.”

“Oh! Y’know my dog, Dox? He’s got super intelligence! Not entirely sure how…”

“The first superhero I was friends with was Grant. Er- Damage. He’s cool, you’d like him a lot. I haven’t seen him much nowadays.”

“I’m on a new team now. ‘Young Justice’ they call us. Awful name, right? Like hellooo, we’re trying to get out of our mentors shadows. I’m not even a sidekick!”

“I met Rob on a skii trip before we met in the masks, can you believe that? He’s smart. Like Carol. I hope they never meet or we’d be doomed!”

“There’s superboy. He’s kinda like the block-head jocks at our school but he has moments where he’s okay.”

“Wondergirl is awesome! I saw her pick up a car a few days ago. Wish I got it on camera for you, you’d love it.”

“Secret and Empress are really cool as well. Secret is like, super nice and matches my energy. I don’t know if you’d know who Empress is, she just joined us, but she’s got a sword! Won’t let me use it…”

“There’s Slobo, he’s a pretty rock and roll kinda punk, pretty sure he’s goth or somethin. One of them head-whippin’ screamers we hear on the banned radio stations.”

“There’s this girl, Arrowette. She’s like, my superhero best friend. Or maybe I just befriend blondes.” He pauses a moment and looks up at the camera. “You’re still my number one, though.”

“Even with all these heroes and powers, you, Carol, and Roland are… different. I dunno how to describe it. It’s like… you’re normal, and treat me like I’m normal, y’know? We’re just kids when it’s us. No responsibilities.”

Bart goes quiet and the tape cuts again to him stacking cards into a tower. “I’m not really sure what I’m expecting to happen to me. Max says I’m ’danger deficit’, whatever that means. I just want you to know that.. I’m not really gone? If I have to go away for a mission somewhere far away or if I fall through a wormhole, you’re still my best friend.” He huffs a sigh, the breath knocking down his cards.

The next cut shows him juggling a rubix cube, bouncy ball, and boomerang. “Did you know I have a brother? Yeah, me neither. Remember that time my mom visit? Well, she’s from the future too, like me. She told me she had another son named Owen who’s in this century too. Think I’ll ever get to meet him?”

“I never met my dad but I heard lots bout him from Mom and future Grandma. He was killed right after I was born by my other grandpa. Sprocked up, huh?”

“There’s my cousin Jenni! You remember Jenni, right? She was my partner for the talent show last year. Her hero name is XS and she works with superheroes in space! It’s awesome, right?? That’s where I met Brainy too. He’s kinda mean but in a funny way.”

He’s back in his chair again, chin propped on both his palms and legs kicking out under him. “Grandpa says he doesn’t believe in me. Wally says I’m annoying and negligent. All I wanted..” he shakes his head and covers the camera with his hand.

He’s up again, this time wearing his Impulse suit, holding his arms out like he’s showing off. “Cool, huh? Batman named me Impulse, though he said it was a warning. He’s kinda a stick in the mud, but the whole ninja stuff is cool. Too strict for my taste though, I wonder how Rob puts up with it.”

“I guess I don’t have much else to say. I hope you get this someday and I’m not making a fool of myself, talking to a camera for nothing. Don’t tell Max. I’ll see you later, Pres.”

The video ends.

#bart allen #preston lindsay #impulse #let my boy be happy #fixing plot

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scribbledghost · 3 months

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Okay. This is totally based on a CharacterAI chat I had (the one based on an audio of some chick hitting on a married man and the wife smashing a bottle over her head) but anyway-

Simon being totally amused by how drunk you keeps telling him the cheesiest/worst pick up lines despite being together for a while already.

I feel like he’s the type to refuse to do anything if you’re drunk or under any other influence. The man takes consent very seriously and will wrap you into a blanket burrito if you try to get handsy, telling you to sleep.

The most you’re gonna get is cuddles and a few kisses on your head until morning or he is 200% sure you’re sober.

Like, here are some of the chat that made me giggle a bit:

“The fact you’re still throwing out finger guns makes me question your level of drunkness.” Soap laughed.

Ghost turned down a road that led into the neighborhood.

“I’ll get you inside and to bed.” He glanced over to her before looking at the road.

“You’re out of pocket tonight.”

(In my defense, the woman was touching him and I got a bit protective 😤)

(I told him I only had like 4 shots and kept saying bad pick up lines/calling him mi media naranja)

“That’s 4 more shots than you needed, darling.” He laughed and looked over, seeing how drunk she was. He wondered if she was still going to try and seduce him when they get home.

Ghost turned into their driveway and came to a stop, he unbuckled her and pulled her out of the car, holding her as he carried her upstairs, bringing her to their room. “That’s it, you’re going to sleep.”

“If you don’t quit complaining I’m going to throw you onto the bed.”

He carried her over to the bed and laid her down. He laughed and started unbuttoning her blouse, looking away so he doesn’t get too distracted.

“You’re just going to pass out when I’m done anyway, so no you’re not going to get any tonight.”

Ghost got in bed with her, tucking her close, and wrapping his arms around her. He was used to her drunk self and was ready to enjoy cuddling with her until she passed out.

“Nope. Not even a little bit. We both know you’re just going to pass out as soon as I start kissing you. It’d just be a waste of time.”

Anyway, it was really cute and wholesome despite the initial prompt 😂

Soap slept in the guest room and then we all had breakfast together while Ghost very half heartedly scolded me for drinking when I have “the worst tolerance for alcohol” and made me drink a ton of water while piling pancakes onto my plate 🥲

I so feel like he would get up early to make breakfast, even if he can’t cook, he will learn in like a few minutes to at least make a few things because you can’t take pain meds on an empty stomach and he knows you’re gonna feel like shit when you wake up.

The dude is a family man in the most amazing way. He loves to get things done and he cares for others. Like. He fixed his family. Kicked his shit father out and took care of his mum, made his brother get sober and was probably a great uncle.

He’s still gonna give you shit for getting drunk tho so try not to do anything too embarrassing because he will roast you for your poor decisions 💀

-Kimchi Anon

100% the type to give you shit for getting drunk. Heaven forbid you don't remember the night before, because he'll just keep making up wild scenarios and you won't be able to tell what's true and what's not. Did you actually dance on a tabletop? Did you actually deck someone who tried to flirt with him? Who knows!? Certainly Not you because he will not tell you!

But yeah, he's a caretaker if I ever did see one. He used his military leave to get his brother back in line. He beat the shit out of his dad and threw him out. He was his brother's best man at his wedding, and he stuck around just to make sure him and his mom were okay. And as for being a good uncle, this panel from the comics always makes me teary-eyed:

So yeah, he'll poke fun at you for getting drunk, but he's still making sure you drink enough water the next day and is nudging those pancakes over to you because he knows you need at least something in your belly for the painkillers he gave you to work properly.

#kimchi anon #asked and answered

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difeisheng · 9 months

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It's only on the third day of passing neverending yellow-green fields wavering in summer heat, windows down in this pickup truck that must be decades old with its glossy paint and chrome and proud growl of an engine, that Wu Xie finally asks Hei Xiazi where they're going.

"There's a map in the glove compartment," Hei Xiazi says, tapping cigarette ash out into the wind, other hand on the steering wheel. "You said your English is good, right? Read it and find the towns we've been through."

Wu Xie fishes out the map, tattered and deeply creased, apparently kept without use. A pen is always with him; he circles each town or city whose name he recognizes, memorized from the flickering signs of motels or general stores they've stopped at, or welcoming boards along the highways that are probably intended to be cheerful but only bear worn-down facades of optimism in their neglect. Analysis kicks in next, attempting to piece together the logic from the locations he's marked. The pattern he finds is—

"There is no pattern." Wu Xie looks up. "We drove east after going south, but you're just stopping in random places."

"Congratulations, you get a prize," Hei Xiazi says, semi-deadpan, hair flown loose from its knot whipping into his face. "Can't have your future actions be predicted if you don't know what they are, either."

"But that means you don't know when we're going to stop," Wu Xie says. The wind bites at him all of a sudden, despite the temperature outside. He pulls his flannel more closely around himself.

Hei Xiazi, still wearing only a tank top, tan lines at his wrists fading out of contrast, shakes his head. "Keep moving and we'll figure out the rest later. We don't know how far behind they are."

"Do we really have to be this paranoid?"

"You haven't even been able to see your enemy, or what it is. Do you want the monsters to catch up to you, or would you rather be safe than sorry?" Hei Xiazi flicks his cigarette butt out the window.

Wu Xie thinks of the shadows, the closest way he can describe them, that he'd seen on the last night in his own home, and shuts his mouth. He settles instead for noisily stuffing the map back into the glove compartment.

"So if there's no end to this, why would you help me?" Hei Xiazi, as far as Wu Xie has gathered, is a man who's lived from job to job, whatever's in between not enough to keep him still. "I don't even know when I'll be able to pay you, if that's what you want." The money on his cards has been going toward gasoline, food, the motels they can find that are cheap but clean and won't care about faces or what's left of Wu Xie's accent before the fact that he can pay.

Hei Xiazi snorts. "You didn't think about this earlier?"

"I wasn't in the mood to be asking questions." And Hei Xiazi had told him not to, anyway, those few nights ago when Wu Xie woke up to half of his house in flames and something at his door, swallowing the light, and in the smoke had appeared Hei Xiazi, duffle bag in one hand and the other grabbing at Wu Xie's wrist, ordering him to run.

He'd bit his tongue, one of the rare occasions where fear had well and truly drowned his curiosity, and followed. From foot, to car, to across a border, and now to this truck.

Hei Xiazi reaches for the box of cigarettes in the cupholder. "Light me another one, will you?"

Wu Xie grabs the lighter from the inner pocket of Hei Xiazi's leather jacket, fallen to the floor, and touches it to a fresh cigarette. "You didn't answer my question."

Hei Xiazi just sighs, blowing thin smoke out and away, so Wu Xie continues: "You're just a work friend of my uncle's and you barely know me. Why would you care this much about saving me?"

"Know you?" Hei Xiazi leans back and laughs, softly, dog tags clinking against his chest. "Maybe I don't really know you, but I know about you. I know you're naive, and you've never had to pay the price for learning too much. I know you looked into secrets about your uncle's work that you shouldn't have. I know you still don't understand what you saw and you're desperate to find out, but you dread looking back. And most of all, I know you don't want to die. Is that enough?"

He glances at Wu Xie. "You don't want to die, do you, Xiao-sanye? Tell me now, because it'll save me a lot of trouble if this isn't something you want to fight for."

"I-" Wu Xie stares at him. "No, I don't want to die," he says, quietly.

"Good." Hei Xiazi jabs at the volume dial on the dash. Rock music blares out from the speakers, from whichever cassette was left in there from the box of tapes in the backseat. "Glad we're clear on that. Communication is key."

"For the third fucking time, why are you helping me?" Wu Xie reaches for the dial, turns the music off again, glares. This time Hei Xiazi doesn't react, staring ahead at the road, lined pavement flying past in the lenses of his sunglasses.

"If I said it was boredom, would you believe me?" he says, after a minute.

In this moment maybe Wu Xie almost could, listening to the level current of Hei Xiazi's voice. How old is he? If he were a stranger Wu Xie would place him in his mid-thirties, perhaps, but the impression of a man in black and sunglasses smeared across the borders of his memory reaches too far back for Hei Xiazi to be exactly as old as he looks.

At what age can you possibly begin to treat running for your life like this with indifference? With amusement? Wu Xie is twenty-six, and the world is huge. The world is mysterious. The world is fracturing and he's trying not to cut himself on the shards.

"No," he tells Hei Xiazi. "it can't just be boredom. But it's not money, either."

The corner of Hei Xiazi's mouth tilts upwards.

"You're smart." He pauses to take a drag from the cigarette. "Believe what I said anyway. You're better off like that."

"What's that supposed to me—" Wu Xie starts, before Hei Xiazi cuts him off, waving a hand dismissively.

"Believe that, or make up your own reasoning because I know you'll die without it. Either one will do." He adjusts his sunglasses in the rearview mirror. "But what matters, for you, is that you trust me to keep you alive regardless. Trust me completely, or else I won't be able to. Can you do that, Xiao-sanye?"

The evening Hei Xiazi tossed their bags into this truck, retrieved from a seemingly innocuous lot in an industrial suburb, Wu Xie caught a glimpse of the box concealed beneath the panels of the bed. If Hei Xiazi wanted him dead, he'd have had the tools and chances to do it at least several times over already.

Wu Xie nods.

Hei Xiazi smiles, wide enough to catch a glimpse of a crooked tooth, and turns the music on once more.

The road rambles on.

#hi everyone i don't know what's going on #making it up as i go!#this is not supposed to be a supernatural au but i guess. it is not entirely Not a supernatural au god help me #dmbj #heixie #wu xie #hei xiazi #hei yanjing #ashton writes fic #heixie hunter roadtrip au

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astarryeyedlady · 2 years

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| mortifying ordeal |

part 2

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: this was supposed to be a simple "reader offers eddie a ride" but it definitely got away from me lol. anyway enjoy <3

warning: no beta.

word count: 3k.

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"fucking... shit!"

you jump, startled, and lose the grip on your bunch of keys. they clatter on the ground, chipping the tiny charm in the process - time for you to go, tweety.

you turn towards the voice muttering profanities a few parking lots away, seeing a familiar face kicking the tire of his van and dragging a tired, exasperated hand through his messy curls.

you grab your keys from the ground and walk to him, backpack half hanging from your shoulder. "everything okay, munson?"

he turns with a deep frown but smooths it out when he sees it's you, offering a half smile in greeting and a slight bow of his head. "not quite," he grunts. "some dickhead thought it funny to pierce a hole in my tire, and now i gotta go home on foot. or wait for my uncle..."

he's half-muttering to himself now, and you take a moment to realize that this is probably the first time you actually saw him worried and - the right word would probably be, dejected. it's strange: eddie munson is always joking and teasing, not even the fact that he's at his third senior year seems to faze him anymore, and usually even the bullying stops at calling him a freak because he's just too chill to let what other people say or think of him affect him.

apparently, they decided to try a different approach. dickheads indeed - this has jocks written all over it.

you bite the inside of your cheek, thinking. you're not exactly friends, to be honest - you share various classes and also happened to work on a few projects together, but that's the extent of it. you've always seen him in the background at school previous to your senior year - he was impossible to miss, as his personality demanded your whole attention; he was a costant, brilliant presence moving in and out of your circle, making you almost painfully aware of his existence - yet you never engaged with him, not for lack of desire to do so. you're simply not that great with strangers and have always felt some sort of deference towards the older students.

you've always thought it would be an amazing experience to actually get to know him, hearing his weirdly deep rants about any sort of subject up close instead of straining your ears from your table in the cafeteria - even during class, if he was in the mood to pay attention, he would rarely say something dumb. he always seems to think before speaking, and then from time to time he would even quote pieces of literature. how could you not be intrigued?

and even if it's different now, as you're both on equal ground, there still hasn't been an occasion for you to exchange more than a few words.

maybe this was it.

"you need help to change your tire?"

he blinks, looking surprised that you're still here. "um, what?"

you point to the tire slumped sadly on the ground. "i can help with that, if you want."

he still looks like a deer in the headlights, hands gripping his elbows and head tilted sideways as he just - stares at you, as if he's considering whether you're fucking with him or you're actually serious.

hopefully, since he hasn't told you to fuck off yet, he's leaning more towards the latter.

"thank you, sweetheart," he says eventually. "but this was my spare tire. it's not the first time this happened, and i haven't... mmh... had time to change it yet."

"oh."

you stare at each other, a weird mood settling on the scene - it kinda feels like you're both trying to figure the other out without being able to. you can't read his expression, his poker face is too good for that, so you can only hope he doesn't think you're crazy, or worse - one of the bullies who ruined his only means of getting home.

you clear your throat before he can say anything, and point in the general direction of your car. "well, do you want a ride? you can't go back on foot, it's about to rain."

"why?"

the sudden sharpness of his voice catches you off guard. "why what?"

"why are you doing this? you rarely talk to me outside of class. actually, i didn't even think you knew my name," he calls you out like he's just stating a fact, merciless yet not cruel, and you start to regret ever coming up to talk to him.

"we have six classes together, of course i know your name," you murmur, not really knowing what to say. yeah, what possessed you to make you go and talk to him out of nowhere? god, no one likes nosey people.

time to flee the scene. "i'm sorry, i didn't want to impose or- or look like a busybody. you just looked like you needed help and i- i, well, doesn't matter. uh, sorry again then. bye."

you're already in front of your car when you hear your name (he knows it?) being called, but you're feeling humiliated enough and you just want to go home and try to forget the way you just made a fool of yourself.

eddie calls your name again, and his hand presses against your car door. "hey, wait a second- please?"

god, why couldn't you mind your own business? with a sigh, you straighten your back - just pretend not to be affected, then take the furthest seat possible from him in your classes from now on.

"mh?"

"look, i didn't mean to sound rude - it came out wrong," he says quickly, as if he's afraid you might just jump in the car and run before he has finished. "we just never talked, and suddenly you come up and offer me a ride? i'm grateful but also a bit confused. okay? you usually avoid me!"

you stubbornly ignore the fragments of past scenes coming to mind - eddie picking up your pen and you taking it from his hand without even glancing his way, cheeks too warm from the brief yet lingering touch of his fingers against you; him moving away from your path with a flourish and a half bow, half gentleman and half jester, only to get a tight-lipped awkward smile before watching you scurry away; you fidgeting on your seat as the both of you work together on the same essay, too nervous and focused on the light scent of aftershave coming off of him to notice his perplexed and vaguely annoyed expression.

to be fair he probably has all the reasons to think you've been avoiding him, but you're not about to confess your crush just to clear up the whole misunderstanding.

and yet - it hurts to know that's what he thinks of you.

"i don't avoid you!" you blurt, turning so sharply towards him that he takes an instinctive step back. "you're the one who's unapproachable!"

his eyes widen almost comically, his finger pointing to himself. "who, me?" he snorts a laugh. "i'm, like, the most approachable guy in the whole school. wouldn't be able to run my business otherwise, you think?"

you stare at him, speechless. why is he even insisting - how are you having this conversation?

"munson, you're just- kind of intimidating, to be honest", you force yourself to admit. "and i'm not great at making friends - usually people approach me first because i guess i give off a non-threatening aura, but that's it. and you're this- this big, imposing presence, the cool older senior who deals and has a band and tattoos and long hair - and, and... don't you see it? it's overwhelming! so- so, i'm not avoiding you, i just can't meet your eyes!"

at this point you're pretty sure that if the ground doesn't open up and swallow you whole in the next five minutes you're going to find it very hard coming back to school tomorrow, but that sounds like a problem for future you. present you has her own problems - she's breathing shakily, staring at eddie munson waiting for the guy to laugh or tell you to fuck off and just hopefully forget the whole thing ever happened.

except - eddie munson isn't looking at you like that.

his mouth is hanging open, his lips trying to move and mouth something despite his voice refusing to come out. the hand pressing the door of your car close slips away and curls into a tight fist against his thigh.

still, it seems anticlimatic to just enter your car and leave, so you wait. what else could go wrong at this point, right? he already thinks you're kind of a bitch.

as you wait, you focus on the big, metal rings on his pale fingers, noticing a skull shaped one that wasn't there the other day - and was that writing on his skin? you remember watching him scribble on the back of his hand during maths, looking bored out of his mind, blue ink shaping stylized images that looked like the ones patched on his jeans vest - and god, why do you even know this kind of stuff. but you couldn't really help it, though?, since he keeps sitting next to you, forcing you to learn things about him. yeah, that's it - it's his fault, really.

"you think i'm cool?"

you blink, abruptly coming back to reality. "sorry, what?"

"you", he says again, playing with a lock of his hair and twirling it under his nose as if it were a moustache. "you said- you think i'm cool?"

is he blushing?

because you're blushing.

"well- well, i mean, you're-" you gesture nervously towards him, feeling warm. that's what he got from your little rant? "-you're like, a rockstar", you finish lamely.

please, god, take me now.

"a... rockstar", he repeats, baffled.

you gesture wildly with the hand holding your keys like a weapon, throwing shyness out the window. "you have a belt made of bullets!"

"not today."

you falter. "ah?"

"i said, i'm not wearing that today." now he's staring, a weird, considering look upon his handsome face. "actually, i think i only wore it a couple of times at school."

your arms fall at your side as you hold his gaze, completely lost. why the sudden change of subject?

"i don't understand what you-"

"a couple of times in the last three years, i mean."

ah.

you clear your throat, lowering your eyes to the metallica tshirt peeking out from his jacket. a muscle twitches in your jaw as you clench your teeth, nervousness coming back in waves and warmth settling on your cheeks.

way to look like a stalker in front of the guy you fancy.

you swallow, gripping the strap of your bag and trying to look anywhere but him. except eddie is making it nearly impossible, standing big and tall in front of you and filling your whole visual field.

"i'm sorry", you repeat, not quite knowing what to say. it's like you're having an out of body experience with how strange the afternoon has been - but this is definitely gonna put a stop to any future attempt of befriending him.

the last nail on your coffin, burying the little courage you had left.

out of the corner of your eye you see his fingers drumming on his faded jeans, then his hand twitches as if he's debating whether to try and touch you - and you've had enough.

"i'm just gonna go before, uh, before it rains." you finally stick the key in the door and open your car, throwing your bag on the passenger seat; the scent of vanilla coming from the arbre magique hanging from the rearview mirror is a lovely welcome for your frayed nerves.

"hey hey, wait", eddie suddenly jumps in front of you, hands hovering mid-hair to show he has no bad intentions - at least that's how he looks to you - and those big, brown eyes watching you with concern and- and something else you're too tired to decipher. "this isn't... 's not how this was supposed to go."

you close your eyes, deflated. "what are you talking about, munson?"

he grabs the back of his neck, leaning against the side of your car. "this... the first time we talked."

you frown, crossing your arm. "we talk all the time in class."

he throws you a flat stare. "i'm not talking about when we're picking a subject for an essay or i ask you to copy your maths homeworks, sweetheart."

sweetheart? maybe there's still hope.

he groans before you have the time to say anything, and rubs his face harshly as if to pull himself together. "you know- i thought you hated me at first, with how you skirt around me and look on edge or uncomfortable all the time. thought it was because i'm the freak, and maybe some friends told you to give me a wide berth, you know? and i thought - well, that's fair, a girl's gotta protect herself from weird older guys who sell drugs! so i wasn't going to lose sleep on it, i mean. but then you ended up in a lot of my classes! and you're adorable. and it's clear that you're not one to judge a book by its cover, okay, you seem to have a good relationship with anyone. except me! and i- i don't get it. i tried to talk to you, tried to tease you, to help you, to make you help me, try to look as unthreatening as possible! and you just- you just look away. you're all fidgety like, like... i don't know, like you're red riding hood and i'm the big bad wolf! and then now, out of nowhere, you approach me first and offer me a ride? am i in a twilight zone episode?"

he stops brusquely to catch his breath, hand running through his hair as his eyes wildly look around as if to make certain that no one else was witness to his rant - but you're alone now, students already gone home from the day and teachers probably still in some meeting inside.

"those were certainly a lot of words", you mutter, mind reeling. you don't think you ever heard him say so many words all together - well, not to you, anyway - and it was kind of... thrilling, to be honest.

maybe you were in a twlight zone episode.

"yeah, i tend to vomit words when i'm nervous," he blurts out, unfiltered.

a few, fat drops of water start falling slowly all around you, splattering on your car and leaving round shadows on the pavement, but suddenly you're not in a hurry to leave anymore. at this point you kinda want to resolve this thing, so you close your eyes and sigh.

"i have a crush on you."

"...no."

you huff a laugh at his incredulous tone, nodding. "yeah."

he ignores the raindrop running down his nose and dripping from his chin, eyes intent on you, a hand raising to grip his shirt in the direction of his heart. "you're serious? you're not bullshitting me?"

you feel tired all of a sudden so you sit inside your car, legs dangling outside, hands grasped together in between your thighs. "nope", you confirm, shrugging. "sorry."

at least, the fact that he's not one to gossip comes as a comfort to you - your little, silly unrequited crush is going to remain hidden, hopefully, and now the misunderstandings between you two are all cleared. it does make you feel a tiny bit relieved, all things considered - and maybe even your classes are going to pass with less tension.

"now, why do you keep saying sorry?" eddie opens the door wide and suddenly he's kneeling in front of you, no thought spared for the dirty, wet asphalt of the parking lot.

"oh my god, get up, you'll ruin your knees and your jeans-!"

"babe, i don't care." that shuts you up pretty quickly. "now, you were telling me about your crush? i have a few questions, if you don't mind."

this is all so surreal, you can't even conjure the embarrassment anymore. "and do you have to stay there for this?"

"yeah, i think i'll get better answers", he smirks up at you, then he offers you his hand - palm up. "may i?"

why not? you put your hand over his and his fingers curl around it, the cold metal of his rings clashing pleasantly with the warmth of your skin. you try not to think of how many times you have wondered how would it feel to touch him - to have that degree of casual familiarity that would allow for it - and you fail, of course. the feeling of his hand grasping yours is even better than what you could imagine.

your eyes finally raise to his face, and in the dim light of the cloudy afternoon eddie munson looks incredibly soft, spurring you to gently squeeze his hand.

his smirk turns into something sweeter. "hi there."

"hi." your lips curl upwards, a bit sadly. "look, i didn't mean anything with that, by the way. about my crush - you don't have to worry about it. i just don't want you to keep thinking i hate you, or that i'm a bitch. i'm just shy, promise."

now he's the one who squeezes your hand. "that does answer a few questions, although i never thought you were a bitch. just... maybe... a little stuck-up?"

you snort. "as if that's any better?"

"it is", he nods sagely. "you can work with stuck-upness, but you rarely can fix bitchiness."

"aah, shakespeare?"

eddie's whole face seems to brighten. "and with a sense of humour, too - a woman after my own heart!"

you bite the inside of your cheek, shaking your head. "please, don't joke about that."

he must have heard something fragile in your tone because he sobers up immediately, taking your other hand too and squeezing them together between his. "i'm not joking", he assures you, gently. "haven't you been listening, sweetheart? i told you i tried everything short of showing up naked for maths to catch your attention."

your brain doesn't immediately grasp the meaning of his words - to be fair, rain keeps falling in quiet, sparse drops, and his long curls are getting frizzy and a few damp locks are sticking on his forehead and pinky cheekbones, making him look like a renaissance painting; but then you blink, and he's still on his knees in front of you, patiently waiting for your reaction - and the only thing you can say is, "uh?"

eddie laughs a bit, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he puts the weight of his torso against your thighs, looking up at you with your hands held against his face. "seen something you like, mh?"

ah, and the blush is back.

"this is why i couldn't look at you." you swallow, incredulous of the turn this whole awkward affair has taken. "you're distracting, eddie munson."

"and you're beautiful, sweetheart", he doesn't miss a beat. "so! you have a crush on me, i have a crush on you... when are you gonna take me on a date? because i'm currently on foot, sadly."

"i know, that's why i offered you a ride earlier", you remind him, rolling your eyes - then freeze. "wait- you have a crush on me?"

"yeah? pay attention", he says distractedly, playing with your hands before bringing them up to his mouth and - leaving kisses on your fingers. "and i'm actually quite wounded that your way of flirting is ignoring me, you know. truly counterproductive, i have to say."

his lips keep brushing and peppering kisses on your hands and you're finding it harder and harder to focus on the conversation. "i know, i- i'm- sorry?" he casually puts your index finger inside his mouth and bites down on it, not to hurt but definitely to scold, and your breath hitches. "yeah, s-sorry doesn't cut it."

"it does not", he concurs primly.

"how about-", you try again, heart beating wildly inside your ribcage as eddie simply start to suck on your finger, slowly, watching you through half-lidded eyes. "-mmh, i give you a ride home, and we decide what to do on the way?"

god, how did things escalated so quickly?

he releases you with a pop and smile up at you. "yep, that's better. and you're gonna answer my questions, yes?"

"sure", you murmur, light-headed.

"perfect!" he finally gets up, cracking his back with a satisfied groan and brushing the dirty off his knees, looking like a different person than the one cursing at his tire from earlier. "let me get my bag real quick and then we can go, babe."

he leans in to smack a kiss on your forehead with admirable ease before jogging to his van, leaving you to admire his broad back and allow your heart to calm down.

so - guess the two of you are dating, now?

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #text #mine*#this just kept going and going!! i had no idea where it was headed lol. def no plot here - vibes only

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i-prefer-base-twelve · 1 year

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Hello ! Could I ask for a oneshot (or headcanons if you like) of Dipper x A reader who was pressured too much by parents with school grades? My whole life I've been pressured, and I must say, it's not good, you end up doing the things that others want without thinking about you first, mostly you do it out of fear of suffering consequences... But I'm getting better ! If you can be inspired by this little description I would love it ! — Anon Simp

Hi sorry it has taken me literally forever to get to this. It's been a long time since I've had to worry about grades, so I hope this still rings true, but I think it might go something like this--

You and Dipper start talking because of DD&D, of course--he noticed your pin and couldn't help but strike up a conversation. You've never actually played yourself, but you've read all the rulebooks and you watch a lot of videos and--

"You should play with us!" He cuts you off in his excitement. You immediately agree. But as the day draws closer, you realize you can't, there's no way, you've got too much studying to do. You text him your regrets, and you can tell he's disappointed, and you agree to try again next week.

Of course, the next week, you still have homework.

Just like the week after that.

But a funny thing has happened over the past three weeks; you and Dipper have started texting each other, not just about rpgs, but about, you know, life. And as you stress-text at him again and again, he starts to put the pieces together.

One day he says, "You're really hard on yourself."

It strikes you as absurd. "Well, yeah. I have to be."

He frowns. "Why?"

"Because--" is he being deliberately obtuse? Isn't it the most obvious thing in the world?-- "Because if I don't get straight As, my parents will kick me out, I'll never get into college, I'll never get a degree, I'll never get a job that pays more than minimum wage, I'll die alone and homeless at 27!--"

He watches you with concern as you catastrophize. Then he says, "You know, my uncle Stan never even graduated from high school. He lived out of his car for ten years. But even he ended up ok." He smiles to himself; he clearly loves this uncle. "And anyway, you're smart. I bet if you don't study for this test, you'll get like a 92 instead of a 98. That's still an A."

You shake your head miserably. "Not good enough for my parents."

He nods sadly, then says, "Listen, I get it, I used to be really anxious too. About, like, everything. But last summer I kinda had a... near-death experience."

He what? You stare at him in horror, but he doesn't elaborate, just goes on, "And it really put things in perspective, y'know? A bad grade isn't the end of the world."

Something about the look in his eyes as he says that, the sudden flatness in his voice, makes you shiver. What happened to him?... you hope he's in therapy.

He meets your eyes again. "I know it feels like it, though."

You swallow. His eyes are big and serious and looking right at you. "Maybe..." you say, voice wobbly, "Maybe we should start smaller. I can't take a whole Saturday off to play games, but maybe... maybe if we, got a coffee or something? I can tell my parents we're studying."

Dipper breaks out into a huge grin, and you feel like you might float away. "See? I told you you were smart!"

#dipper pines #dipper x reader

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msmischief101 · 1 year

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♫ Pairing: Steddie ♫ Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson ♫ Tags: established relationship, secret relationship ♫ Words: 2684 ♫ ao3

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knew all along

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“Shit.” Steve hops over the floor of Eddie’s trailer, trying to slip into his jeans while simultaneously looking for his socks. “Shit, shit, shit.” This did not go according to plan. It’s a Monday, he expected to be awake at a reasonable hour. But he probably expected a little too much from Eddie. It’s not like school is high up on his list of priorities. Steve should’ve set his own alarm. Robin is going to kill him if she’s late to class — especially since she’s having the first period with Vicky.

Eddie groans. “You know my uncle came home from work an hour ago?”

Zipping his jeans up, Steve shoots his boyfriend a look. His gaze catches on a box of take-out that most likely predates the start of their relationship. “You know that take-out box probably created its own flora and fauna by now?”

Eddie grunts, but to his credit, he reaches for the empty box and tosses it in the general direction of his waste bin — and miraculously does not miss it.

Huffing, Steve slips into his shoes.

“Why are you so stressed anyway?” Eddie mutters into his pillow, stretching under the covers. “You gotta be at work in like—“ he stops, and there’s a rustle of sheets “— four hours?” Eddie exclaims before groaning again. Sounds like someone realized they have to get their ass out of bed as well.

Steve throws a random shirt at him. “I promised to drive Robin to school, and I gotta pick Dustin up too.” And he should’ve left Eddie’s trailer at least ten minutes ago; thirty to make sure Max doesn’t catch him sneaking out of Munson’s trailer. They may be going steady, but Steve still isn’t sure how to tell everyone. Luckily, Eddie is very cool about it, even though he’s a bit irritated about Steve not telling Robin out of all people.

Steve drops back onto the mattress. “Honey,” he whispers, tugging on a curl with a grin, “if you ever wanna leave that school, get dressed, brush your teeth, and meet me in my car in five minutes, “like this, he might have the chance at a cover in case Max sees him. It would also be a great explanation as to why he’s late.

Eddie mutters something under his breath and then rolls onto his back. “I almost forgot how bossy you can be, sweetheart.” His hand curls around the nape of his neck, grip just tight enough to show a hint of possessiveness.

If it weren’t for Robin and Dustin, Steve would not leave this questionable excuse of a bed for a million dollars. “Get your ass in gear,” he says, kissing the tip of Eddie’s nose, and forces himself to get up. “See you in five.”

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“You’re late,” Robin informs him, slamming the door shut.

“Sorry,” Steve says, ducking his head a little, “but someone wasn’t ready.” He shoots Eddie a pointed look in the rearview mirror.

Robin follows his line of sight. “What’s he joining us for?” Her eyebrows rise high enough to completely vanish under her fringe as she levels her gaze back on Steve. There’s something searching in her gaze, and she’s scarily good at finding everything she’s looking for.

Eddie knocks his knees into the back of the driver’s seat, sending a shock through Steve’s whole body. “I wanna leave this shithole for good, heard of this arrangement and thought Daddy over here would make sure I at least make it on time to school.” He sounds very casual about it, but the kick to the seat was more than a little intentional. As much as he’s accepting Steve’s secrecy, he’s clearly losing his patience when it comes to Robin.

Grimacing a little, Steve starts the car again. It’s stupid. He knows it’s stupid. Eddie and Robin get along. They are out to each other — and out of every single one of his friends, Robing would not ask any questions. She’d get her digs in about King Steve and Eddie The Freak and things would get back to normal.

Steve just needs to find the right moment.

“So,” Robin says, still looking at Steve as if she’s on the hunt for the truth, “is this gonna be a daily occurrence?” She gestures in Eddie’s general direction as someone would point out the sun during a discussion of the weather; careless but still undeniably making a point.

“Probably not,” Steve utters at the same time as Eddie says, “you’ll have him to yourself at work.”

Robin hums. “There I’ll have to share him with the babes.”

There’s another kick to the back of his seat.

Swallowing, Steve tightens his grip around the steering wheel. “And all the non-babes,” he reminds her, trying to sound casual, but the tempo limit is slowly slipping away from him. “How many times do I have to tell you that I attend to babes and non-babes equally?”

Robin lets the statement hang in the air.

Eddie makes a sound that’s somewhere between swallowing his laugh and a pug breathing after running up the stairs. Funny as he thinks it is, at least nobody can argue Steve never dropped any hints.

The silence is long and heavy enough, Steve considers filling it with whatever music is on the tape Max left behind. But silences with Robin usually don’t last all that long. They make both of them uncomfortable, but Robin can’t resist filling it for longer than a couple of minutes.

Sure enough, after sucking air between her teeth, she runs her fingers through her hair. “You really think I should ask her out?” The whole sentence sounds like one word in a different language.

By now, Steve is fluent enough in Robin that he has no issue deciphering it. “Yes, I think you should,” he tells her for the fifth time in as many days.

Robin sinks deeper into the seat. “Even though she dated a guy?”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Steve reminds her, knowing that Robin is more than aware and it’s just her anxiety throwing her critical thinking skills off kilter.

She stomps her feet with a low wine.

Once again, Eddie kicks his seat.

“Will you stop?” Steve finally snaps, shooting another glare at his boyfriend — soon-to-be ex if he keeps this shit up.

Eddie grins at him. “It’s not my fault I don’t have enough room for my legs.”

“Then sit behind Robin, god.” Steve understands Eddie’s frustrations. He really does, but pushing him will not get either of them anywhere. He will tell her. Soon. Maybe even this week.

Unsurprisingly, Eddie does just that, but his new seating arrangement gives him the opportunity to hit Steve full force with his stare of judgment.

Another silence hangs heavy in the car. Robin studies the side mirror for a few seconds. Then she turns to Steve. “You gotta teach me.”

“Teach you what?”

“How to ask out girls.” Robin looks around Dustin’s street a little panicky and wrings her hands in her lap. “You’re smooth. I need to learn how to be smooth.”

Steve glances at Eddie in the rearview mirror, watching as his cheeks redden with the effort of not choking on his laugh. A little annoyed, he stops the car in the still-empty driveway. Sure, Steve has been anything but smooth while Eddie was flirting aggressively. That does not mean Steve is unable to pick up whoever he wants to. It’s just that he struggles with the people he’s genuinely interested in. Also, it didn’t help that Eddie is the first guy Steve is interested in. He turns to Robin. “Vicky likes you.” He places his hand on both of hers, squeezing them slightly. “Just be yourself.”

“If you haven’t noticed,” Robin drawls, before taking a shuddering breath, “I turn into a rambling mess whenever I get nervous. I probably won’t even get the question out.”

“You will.”

Robin presses her lips together, holding his gaze for a few seconds, then parts them for a sigh. “I’d still be open for a few pointers.”

Chuckling, Steve lets go of her hands and glances at the house. There’s movement behind the door. “Be yourself,” he repeats, turning to Robin again. “You don’t have to hide parts of yourself. If Vicky likes you the way I’m sure she does, she’s not going to mind a bit of rambling.” Steve quirks a brow. Despite his feelings having changed into a strictly platonic love, he still finds her ramblings more than endearing.

“That’s pretty solid advice, Harrington.” Eddie nods slowly and raises his brows, his expression almost challenging in a way. Once again, Eddie is not wrong. Not at all.

But Steve isn’t going to tell her now.

A knock on his window almost makes Steve jump out of his seat. “Shit,” he curses, spinning around to find Dustin grinning at him. “Get in the car, Henderson,” he yells because now he remembers how late they’ve been, to begin with. They gotta hope there are no police cars around if they want to make it on time.

Dustin plops onto the seat behind him. “What happened to your neck?” he asks instead of a greeting. One day, Dustin choosing curiosity over politeness will bite him in the ass.

“What do you mean— nothing happened to my neck,” Steve retorts, but his hands become awfully clammy as he starts the car again and Robin leans forward to get a better look. Again, the engine comes to life. This time, the rumbling of the car makes him feel a little queasy. It reminds him there’s no way to go. “Put your seatbelt on. Come, let’s go.”

Steve glances at Eddie in the rear-view mirror once again. Judging by his expression, he knows exactly what Dustin is talking about. No surprise there. After all, it’s his fault. Eddie loves to spend an abundance of time on his neck — and Steve almost hates how much he loves it. There’s absolutely no way for him to say no.

Steve backs out of the driveway, and not a second later, Eddie captures Dustin’s attention by talking about DnD.

Robin taps a finger against her leg. “You didn’t mention you had a date.” Which would be very unusual. They always talk about his love life. Well, they used to.

Readjusting his grip on the steering wheel, Steve licks his lips. “Can we maybe talk about this later?” he asks without taking his eyes away from the car in front of them. It’s in desperate need of some TLC. The license plate has got more dirt than letters.

Robin leans back in her seat, eyes darting from Steve to the side view mirror and back again. Sighing, she folds her arms. “You know that I know, right?”

“Know what?” Steve’s mouth goes very dry.

“The thing you know I know even though you clearly don’t want me to know.”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“I could spell it out for you.” Robin’s lips curl into a devilish smirk,” but I don’t think you want that in front of your son, Daddy.”

Eddie makes an impossible sound that results in a mean coughing fit.

Steve is silent for way too long, watching Dustin’s attempt at… something. Helping Eddie, probably. It’s hard to tell by all his laughter. Steve takes a deep breath. “That’s not what he meant by that.”

“No?”

“No.”

“No!” Eddie gasps, now laughing breathlessly, clutching his chest and head thrown back — and that’s when, right above the collar of his shirt, a hickey shows up.

Dustin spots it at the same time Steve sees it in the mirror. “Hey,” Dustin exclaims, and he leans forward, grabbing Steve’s eat, “were you two on a double date?” His cap knocks against Steve’s ear as he adds, “and you didn’t tell me?”

“Didn’t tell us,” Robin interjects, so clearly delighted by the situation, her grin outshines every neon sign in Las Vegas.

Stiles reaches around to push Dustin back. “First of all, I’m still driving.” The last thing he needs is for the kid to break his neck just because he’s too curious for his own good. “Second of all, I do not have to run by you who I’m dating or when I go on dates. You didn’t ask me about dating Suzie either.”

Dustin makes a dismissive gesture. “That’s totally different.”

“How is that different?”

“I have taste.”

“Hey!” Steve exclaims, and, much to his dismay, Eddie does so at the same time. Of course, he does. The guy does have an ego just big enough to be offended by a fourteen-year-old’s opinion.

Unfortunately, said boy is highly attentive. “Why are you offended?”

Robin laughs. Why does she enjoy torturing him so much? They’re supposed to be best friends. He drives her to school every damn day, and this is how she thanks him for it? “Okay, so,” Robin turns in her seat, propping her elbow on the backrest, “how long has that date—“ the way she stresses the word makes abundantly clear that she knows exactly what’s going on “— been in the making?”

Steve pulls a shoulder up. “A month or so?”

“Three weeks and two days.”

Both Robin and Steve turn their heads to stare at Eddie. He’s counting. He’s counting? The last thing Steve expected was for Eddie to pay attention to their relationship this closely. Not that he ever considered their relationship as casual, but knowing Eddie—

“School,” Dustin yelps, startling everyone in the car, “School! Steve, school!”

Steve whips around and slams his foot on the break. This action is instantly rewarded with someone blaring their horn behind them. “Fuck,” Steve mutters, pulling his car onto the parking lot. Without setting a blinker. Another aggressive car horn follows that action.

“Dude,” Dustin breathes, “what is wrong with you?”

The honest answer would probably require a therapist and a lot more time than they have right now, so Steve settles on, “short night.” He parks the car, barely resisting the urge to bang his head against the steering wheel. Instead, Steve focuses on Max and Lucas impatiently waiting by the entrance.

“Christ,” Dustin mutters, throwing the door open, and leaves the car without another word.

Robin boxes his shoulder a lot harder than should be allowed. “You and me, movie night. Today,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes dangerously. “You owe me an explanation. It'll better be a good one. And you, Munson.” Robin whirls around, starting Eddie further into his seat. “I’m watching you… so you better do not mess with a single strand of his perfect hair.”

Laughing nervously, Eddie shakes his head. “Not planning to, Buckley.”

Robin shoves the door open. “I expect pizza,” she informs Steve, tossing her backpack over her shoulder, “and snacks. There are no cancellation options. Seven pm. Sharp.” Not waiting for a reply, Robin slams the door shut and hurries towards the school, hopefully trying to catch Vicky before class starts.

Steve hopes she’ll ask her out.

“She’s a real one, huh?” Eddie scoots a little toward the middle of the backseat.

Steve laughs, feeling strangely relieved and helpless. “The realest”, he agrees and scrubs his eyes with the back of his left hand.

Eddie grabs his other, hiding their intertwined fingers between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles, and his heart swells to at least the size of a watermelon. “Tomorrow. I can come over after work.”

Instead of answering, Eddie very briefly bends down and kisses the back of his hand then squeezes it tightly. For all but a second, Eddie hesitates.

For all but a second, Steve considers asking him to stay. But he doesn’t because he really wants his boyfriend to graduate. “Go.”

“All right.�� Eddie raises his hands. “All right, sweetheart.” Chuckling, he slips out of the car and follows the crowd into the building.

Steve watches him until he can’t anymore. Holy shot. He’s so fucking gone on this man, and it’s been barely a month. Three weeks and two days. Steve smiles to himself and shakes his head. He can’t wait to see how this unfolds.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #*tv:stranger things #*w:complete #*s:steddie

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angelynmoon · 1 year

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A/n: I don't usually crosspost from Ao3 but i figured why shouldn't i, so here.

"What do you think I'll be like in the future?" Eddie asked his uncle as they drove away towards their new home.

Wayne looked at the small boy, too small for his age, hair too short with bruises still lingering, hopefully they would fade before he started his new school.

"Uncle Wayne?"

"Hmm. Don't know, kid, suppose all that matters is that you're kind."

"Kind." Eddie echoed, like it was a foreign concept, "Okay, in the future I'll be kind."

Eddie smiled widely and Wayne smiled back, as long as the kid was alive, it didn't matter what the kid was like in the future, Wayn e would love him anyway.

Eddie was hiding, he was afraid to go home. He'd let it slip, he hadn't meant to. Wayne was never supposed to find out. No one was supposed to find out but especially not his uncle.

Eddie didn't know what he'd do if Wayne kicked him out, he had no place else to go.

Something heavy and warm settled over him as someone sat next to him.

Eddie shivered and looked at his uncle.

"You kind?" Wayne asked.

"What?" Eddie whispered, confused.

"You kind?" Wayne asked again, looking at him.

"Yes." Eddie said.

"Good, let's go home, got a different kind of safety talk to embarass you." Wayne said as he lifted Eddie up and walked him to his truck.

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked as he climbed into the car.

"Well, the birds and the bees one we had a couple of months ago is useless if you only like bees." Wayne said as he started to drive, ignoring the undisguised horror on Eddie's face.

It didn't matter to Wayne that Eddie liked men over women, he loved him anyway.

Wayne knew that Eddie hadn't killed that girl, not his Eddie who shooed flies out the door rather than kill them. His Eddie might look mean but he was kind, too kind somedays, too forgiving.

His child couldn't have hurt anyone, especially not like that girl had been killed, no human could do that to someone.

Wayne didn't care about rumors, he just wanted to know his kid was safe, Eddie had to be safe, had to be.

Wayne doesn't think much on the kids that pass in and out of Eddie's hospital oom, even ignores that Harrington boy lurking around in the hallway as children and nurses wander in and out.

He leaves sometimes, presumebly taking the kids home but when Wayne has to leave, to work, to talk to Eddie's doctors, he's always there, waiting for Wayne to return.

Wayne doesn't think too much of the boy, all his concerns are for Eddie, his Eddie who nearly died, who got mixed up in some war with real monsters, not the kind that looked liked men.

His poor boy who was nearly eaten alive. Waybe hasn't even asked how he escaped death, only caring that he had.

His kid was alive, that's all he cared about.

Wayne is so used to Harrington lurking in the hall next to Edfie's door that it's strange to see him missing, he always waits for Wayne to get back before he skulks away to do whatever it is he does when he's not being a loiterer but the boy doesn't matter, Wayne's not here for him.

Wayne opens the door to Eddie's room and pauses.

That Harrington boy is cuddled into Eddie's side, his kid's fingers playing with his hair.

He looks like he's sleeping, not Eddie, Eddie is finally awake and he looks up when Wayne enters, free hand, to one connected to too many wires and tubes, rising to his lips in a 'be quiet' motion.

Harrington stirs a little from the sound Wayne's boots make on the linolium but relaxes when Eddie murmurs to him quietly.

"I want to know?" Wayne asks once he's sure the sound won't wake the boy.

"He saved my life and hasn't properly rested since." Eddie explained, "He was waiting for me to wake up. Nearly passed out when I did."

Wayne nods, come to think of it, he had noticed the boy never leaving to sleep. Wonders if he'd catch naps in the hall standing up while Wayne sat with Eddie.

"Where are his parents?" Wayne asked, he needed to prepare himself if he was going to have to deal with Richard and Angelina Harrington.

Eddie's face hardened, almost like it had been when Wayne first took him in.

"Not here." Eddie said and nothing more, he didn't need to.

Wayne frowned, he'd seen the bandages Harrington had and his parents weren't here to see him, to make sure he was okay? Wayne couldn't imagine not being there for Eddie when he was hurt.

"Hmm." Wayne said and changed the subject.

But the next time Wayne noticed the boy lingering in the hall as he arrived he invited to boy to sit with him, ignoring the way he sat on the bed, slowly drifting to lay against Eddie's shoulder, relaxing bit by bit until he fell asleep mid-sentence.

And well, Eddie was kind and the way he looked at Harrington was the same way Wyane's mother had once looked at his father even after all the bad they went through so Wayne decides not to judge Harrington by his parents

Parents, he soon discovered, who were worse than they had been when he had gone to school with them.

Wayne wondered how they could abandon their son so easily. It did not make him feel better when the boy, Steve, told him that they had been leaving him on his own since he was nine, judging him too old for a nanny or babysitter.

Hell, Wayne was still tempted to hire one for Eddie.

And Wayne thought of Steve alone in that big house and made a decision.

When the government came by to tell him about replacing his trailer he told the he wanted a house instead, a little one with a small backyard for gatherings, Wayne had a feeling there was no getting rid of the kids that visited Eddie. And three bedrooms, one for Wayne, one for Eddie and one for Steven though Wayne had a feeling that the third bedroom would end up as a guestroom soon enough.

And sometimes Wayne thinks back, back to a small boy sitting in the front seat of his truck as they drove off into the unknown.

One question, 'What do you think I'll be like in the future?' And well, there are worse things to be, and Wayne is glad that he'd answered the way he had.

It almost makes him cry when Eddie's own kid asks the same question and his boy says: "As long as you're kind, I'll love you whatever you end up being." With a smile and Steve's hand in his.

Can't call him a Harrington when the boy had changed his name to Munson long before he could leagally marry Eddie and both of Wayne's kids were kind.

A/n: did Steddie take over my life, just a little bit

#steddie #fanfic #wayne is a good uncle #eddie lives

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