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"[Canon Bisexual Character] should have been [gay / lesbian] so they ended up with [Same Sex Character]!"
Wow. That's so interesting! Because there is literally no reason you can't ship that bisexual character with the same sex character as is. No one on earth is stopping you. Bisexual people are attracted to the same sex. You can ship away without changing a single thing about them!
But you keep insisting they should have been lesbian or gay so they could date the same sex and... gosh. It almost seems like... you just hate that they are bisexual!
Huh. Fascinating.
#I'm sorry to rage post but I have seen so much of this lately#and area bisexuals are tired#it's me#i'm area bisexuals#i am being so good by not tagging the spop and toh fandoms but we all know what we know#there is so little GD canon bi/pan rep and fandom still wants to delete it#you'd think fans would embrace the fact that it gives them MORE shipping possibilities but apparently not#biphopia#bisexuals#bisexuality#bisexual#bi erasure#bisexual erasure#fandom problems#canon bisexual characters#bi#bi problems#bisexual problems
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sometimes a girl will accidentally look at a guy more than twice and he will come up to her and talk at her about veganism for like an hour.
#In my defence I was surveying the area. And he happened to be there both times#Anyways um#I'm like. In my boy crazy era#There are only boys around so I'm going crazyyyycrazy.#Happy bisexuality to everyone!!! But also I'm losing my mind and I need help#The way...... My closest friends are either in relationships or.... Not even interested in them............#Why am......... Here like this suffering...#Anyways I'm like.......... Dating and chatting are cool.. But also. I'm like.. I'm sooo sleepy tired I don't want to have to talk to new#people.... But also????? I love a new chatting partner................ I love learning things and abt ppl and new perspectives..!!!!!#It's currently hammock hours rn. I am reflecting on what's causing the boy crazy. And the thoughts and worms in my brain..#Manifesting.#Void talks#Need someone who will say yes to going to things w me bc my friends are mean to me (busy or not interested in the thing I'm interested in)#And also that I can send silly daily updates to.#Ooouuuuaaah#Falling in love left and right but lightly and delusionally
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Skater Ellie
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Readers notes: This is my first time writing smut so hopefully this doesn't suck, open to suggestions about what to write next :) Brooooooo's it's the 25th of Jan and I just realized the proofreading changed it to "pussy cat" and "clitoral area" SO SORRY PEEPS
Summary: You and Ellie had been friends since you were 14, and you guys had a habit of getting stoned and sneaking out to go to the skatepark to have some fun.
WARNINGS: Reader is religious, fingering (r-receiving), Oral (r-receiving) weed, swearing, both are legal age for consent! 18+ MDNI (Minors do not interact, or do I don't really care) Reader is bisexual, slightly getting caught but not in action, sneaking out, grinding, NO USES OF Y/N.
You and Ellie have been skater buddies for at least 2 years now. You guys met at a party when you were 14 you are now 16 and Ellie is 17.
You had been mindlessly scrolling on your phone for about 30 minutes, having a smoking session with Ellie before going to the skatepark.
"Broooo, look at this guy," you say, holding up your phone to Ellie's face of a guy you thought was attractive.
Ellie squints her face and makes a sound of disgust; she doesn't even say anything.
"What?!" You say it with a slight whine in your tone.
"Nothing; he's just... not that hot," Ellie says, grabbing the joint from your hands. "Plus, you could do way better than some random guy."
"I don't know Ellie," you chuckle slightly before looking at the time. "Shit, it's 10.03; we should go to the skatepark now."
Luckily, the walk wasn't too long from your house—only about 15 minutes. You reach into your pocket to grab a lighter and a joint. You look over at Ellie, who was wearing a sports bra and some baggy jeans, and her Calvin Klein waistband boxers are visible. You could see her abs, and she's toned as fuck.
"Alright, I'm going to go do some Ollie's to warm up; let me know when you want to join," Ellie says, grabbing the joint from your hand, lighting it up, and skating away.
You sit down on a bench and smoke more before going out and joining Ellie.
"Ahh, look who finally decided to join," Ellie teases, and you laugh.
"Gonna do some fakies to warm up as well; what are you going to do?" You say this to Ellie, and she turns her head away.
"Uh, Finna, do a drop-in from that ramp." Her voice is raspy, and she points at the ramp. "Are you going to do some?" Ellie questions.
"Yeah, I'll come now." You say you picked up your skateboard and put it between your armpits and ribs.
Ellie does a few drop-ins from the ramp; you're smiling at the top as she goes down. You both are pretty high, so you both giggle at nothing.
"Your go!" Ellie yells from the bottom, "Ellieeeee," you whine, "It's so fucking far down."
"You'll be fine. I promise, just do it; I'll record it!" She slightly yells, grabs out her phone, and starts recording. You position the board up to the ramp, putting your left foot on the end of the board and your right foot in the middle of the board. You breathe in and just go for it.
"WOAHHH!!! HOLY FUCK! That was so much fucking fun, oh my god!" You scream and giggle. Ellie comes over to you and hugs you. "See, I told you it wasn't that hard." She puts her hands on your shoulders, looks into your eyes, and you look at her lips. She notices this and takes her hand off your shoulders.
You and Ellie go to Macca's and grab some food, and then go back to the park and just talk, like you always do—talk about your family, about school. You guys were laughing and giggling the entire time.
You hadn't realized that you had zoned out; you don't know how long, but you looked at your phone. Fuck it's 1.58 AM.
You move over to Ellie to show her your phone screen; it was videos of Ellie skating you had gotten of her.
"We gotta go home soon," you say to Ellie in a quiet voice, feeling super tired from all the weed. "Ya, let's go soon," she replies.
About an hour later, you both finally arrive home, still high. You both had to try your absolute best not to crack up laughing while walking through the house. You make it to your room, shutting the door quietly so you don't wake anyone up.
Ellie plonks herself on your bed. This was a pretty standard night for you two; you both would get stoned, sneak out, and go to the skatepark around 10 p.m. You both always had to be super careful as your parents were so fucking religious, and if they found out you smoked and sneaked out, they'd fucking kill you on the spot, but luckily they've never caught you.
You take off your shorts and t-shirt, facing away from Ellie. You then take off your bra. You were wearing a G-string, which was your favorite type of pants to wear. Ellie never cared about it, and you never got worried about her seeing your ass. You reach over and grab an oversized t-shirt before putting it on.
"You know you can borrow my clothes; you don't have to sleep in jeans," you say, turning around, turning off the light, and going into the bed under the covers. Ellie goes under the covers as well.
"I'll just take them off," she says, taking off her jeans, and she's now only left with her sports bra and boxers.
You suddenly felt super awake. You squeezed your legs together slightly, trying to ignore how horny you had gotten. What did I get turned on by?? Did Ellie turn me on?? Fuck, hopefully she doesn't notice.
"You good?" She giggles, looking at you, who looked deep in thought. She snaps you out of your trance. "Fuck, ya, I'm good." You slightly bite your lip, looking at Ellie's lips. "What?" She asks, and you giggle a bit. "So pretty," you whisper, and Ellie just looks at you.
It went silent for god knows how long, but you decided to break the silence.
"Ellie?" You whisper and hear a subtle, "Hmm?"
"Can I kiss you?" You stutter, and Ellie faces you as soon as you say this.
"I thought you'd never ask." She smiles before bringing you into a passionate kiss, her tongue sliding into your mouth and dominating the kiss. You put your hands on her cheek before moving to straddle her waist. She puts her hands on your waist to steady you.
Ellie's massaging your tits as you slowly grind on her, hitting your clit area; soft moans leave your lips; and small grunts are leaving Ellie's mouth.
You start to grind faster on Ellie, making you moan a little bit louder. These walls aren't thick; no one will hear you, though, right? You can feel your orgasm about to hit. You felt embarrassed that you were going to cum this fast, and you were sure Ellie wasn't even that close yet.
"Can I try something?" Ellie says, and you look at her, nodding. "Sure," you say. Ellie immediately goes on top of you, pulling your pants down. "Fuck," you moan quietly at her sudden movements. She doesn't waste any time. She puts her mouth to your clit, making you grab her hair, pushing on her head slightly, and covering your mouth so you don't moan too loudly.
"Oh god, Ellie," you say, rolling back your eyes slightly and squirming away from Ellie, but Ellie holds your thighs so you can't get away. She laughs against your clitoral area, and the vibrations from her laugh almost make you cum.
"Your pussy is twitching," Ellie says. Slowly, she puts her middle finger to your hole before slowly pushing it in, making you groan, and Ellie just laughs. "So tight," she says, and it makes you blush. Ellie adds another finger, making you moan loudly and rolling your eyes, and the grip on Ellie's hair is tighter than ever before. You basically start getting yourself off on Ellie's fingers, grinding on them, trying to get as much friction as possible. She curves her fingers up to hit your g-spot, making you cum. Your legs start to shake. You didn't know it was possible for your eyes to roll back so far. You close your thighs on Ellie's head. You pant, trying to get your breath back.
Ellie lays on top of you, kissing your neck and your lips. "You did so well, baby," Ellie says as you rub her back.
You both eventually drift off to sleep before waking up to your mother pounding on your bedroom door and her bursting in to see Ellie half naked in your bed and your pants thrown across the room. You had nothing below your waist, Well shit.
#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie tlou#ellie williams x you#ellie williams smut#the last of us#ellie smut#ellie imagine#tlou part 2
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Trailer Park Blues - Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader
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summary: You don't think much when you start letting Hellfire use your trailer for their meetings. Dustin asked and you caved, as per usual. What you weren't expecting was the rollercoaster ride that becomes your relationship with your little brother's best friend, Eddie Munson.
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tags/notes: SMUT (MDNI), gn!reader (nonbinary coded if you squint), reader is Dustin's older sibling, name-calling, degradation, hate fucking i'm ngl it's hate fucking, unprotected sex, power play, mentions of bad past relationships, queer eddie munson, talks about dead parents being dead
You might kill Dustin. The windows of your trailer are illuminated. He told you they’d all be gone by the time you got home from work. As you get closer to the door and hear the excited shouts you know that they’re all still here. You’re tired, you smell, and the last thing you want to do is look at a bunch of high schoolers playing some table top bullshit.
“Dustin,” you shout as you swing the front door open.
Everyone at the dining table jumps and snaps to look at you. When you enter your trailer you’re immediately met with a view of the living room to your right and the small kitchen to your left. Your table is in the middle, creating a makeshift dining area turned D&D area.
The normal crew is there, Mike, Lucas, and Will. There are some new, and semi-new faces. The semi-new face is one you’ve seen, but never spoken to. Eddie Munson, four trailers down, and originally part of your graduating class.
“Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of us!” Dustin exclaims, holding his heaving chest.
“You’re not supposed to be here for me to scare the shit out of,” you remind him, the annoyance evident.
“I know, I’m sorry. We’re almost done, I promise. Can we please just finish?” he pleads with big eyes and a quivering lip.
This fucking kid knows he has everyone in his life around his damn finger. You’d like to smack him.
“Fine, but you’re explaining to mom why you're not home yet,” you point at him as you speak.
His face breaks into a smile.
“You’re the best!”
“Call, now,” you order.
When Dustin goes to the phone on the wall next to your fridge, you exit to the short hall. The company isn't going to stop you from showering. Eddie is frozen. His eyes follow you as you leave the room, mouth parted slightly. You barged in a little angry and it knocked him through a loop. His poor little bisexual heart felt ready to explode. You must get more shit than he does looking like that. Doesn't matter that you’re stunning, being the picture of androgyny in Hawkins can't be easy. He wants so badly to examine that picture up close and in detail. Dustin was right about one thing. Jesus Christ.
When the kid told Eddie they could use his sibling’s trailer Eddie was surprised to find he lived so close to a Henderson without realizing. Now, he really can't believe it.
“Okay, let’s finish before I get my ass kicked,” Dustin says as he comes back to the table.
Eddie snaps out of the trance he fell into.
“Uh-we can call it here,” Eddie says, sounding far away.
The rest of the table balks at him.
“You’re calling the campaign early?” Dustin questions.
“When I asked if we could cut last week's campaign short you said you would strangle me with your bare hands,” Mike adds in disbelief.
“We’re in the middle of a fight,” Will protests.
The rest of the table starts voicing their own arguments creating a cacophony of disgruntled nerds.
“Okay, okay,” Eddie gets loud to quiet down the table, “Dustin’s next in initiative.”
The boys cheer triumphantly causing Eddie to smile. If his eyes keep darting to where you disappeared down the hall… Well, that’s his business. Your trailer is close to his in layout, but it’s much more well-kempt and put together. Makes sense since you live here alone and two grown men live in Eddie’s.
When you reappear, toweling off your hair, they’re wrapping up. Your sweatpants that sit just below your belly button and short cropped shirt don't go unnoticed by Eddie. His eyes glide over your midriff and the soft dark hair that it's home to. It seems no matter what you’re in you remain more androgynous than Boy George.
A trait that absolutely entices the queer disaster that is Eddie Munson. Dustin only ever uses sibling to talk about you. He doesn't use any language that would give any more away than your appearance does. It doesn't matter anyways, Eddie is infatuated regardless. Maybe even partially because of.
The boys all throw you a goodbye as they exit until only Dustin and Eddie are left. Dustin is cleaning up any dishes or garbage left behind while Eddie packs up all the D&D materials. You didn't realize how much goes into this table top bullshit. Eddie has books, binders, and notebooks worth of information and ideas. There's stats and prices of various items on the screen he puts up so no one can peek at his notes. Then there's the velvet drawstring bag of different shaped dice. Shapes you’ve never even seen dice come in before.
“How long were you guys playing for?” you ask the two of them from where you lean against the counter.
You don't know what time they got started, just that they were supposed to be gone when you got home.
“Six hours,” Dustin says sheepishly.
“Six hours?”
“It took longer than expected,” he shrugs with an apologetic smile.
You chuckle and shake your head. Your eyes flicker over to Eddie, catching him staring at you with wide dark eyes. Once your gaze meets his he looks down and hurries to finish packing up. You choose to disregard it. Eddie Munson can eat dirt if he thinks he's in any position to judge you. If only you knew he wasn't judging you, he was admiring you.
“It’s getting late. Do you want to just spend the night? I don't like the idea of you biking home when it's this dark out,” you say to Dustin softly.
You don't have a car of your own to drive him. Since everything that happened with Will… Yeah, he’s definitely not biking home alone at night.
“I can bring him,” Eddie offers as he zips up his bag.
“You can bring him?” You question thinking about the death trap of a van you’ve seen him drive.
Somehow, that feels even worse.
“Yeah, I can bring him,” he repeats and finally meets your eyes again.
He sees the distrust, the anxiety. It hits him in the gut.
“That’s okay, he can just spend the night,” you refuse him politely.
“How d’you think he got here in the first place?” Eddie asks with raised eyebrows and an amused smile.
Your nostrils flare a little at the smugness.
“Then I should consider myself lucky he’s still in one piece,” you shoot back.
Eddie dramatically grabs his stomach and doubles over with a grunt as if he has just been punched.
“You hurt me, Henderson,” he huffs as he looks up at you from his bent state.
A smile grows on his face when he sees you fighting off your own.
“Hello, I’m right here, y’know,” Dustin looks between the two of you exasperatedly, “I can go with Eddie.”
“Dust-”
“I can go with Eddie,” he cuts you off to repeat himself.
You exhale sharply through your nose. The two of you glare at each other for a moment. You still lean against the counter while Dustin stands beside the table. Eddie watches from where he stands on the opposite side of the table. Then your smoldering gaze turns to Eddie, stopping his breathing.
“Do the speed limit,” your voice is even, but so stern that all Eddie can do is nod.
He swallows the lump that forms in his throat as a result.
“Cross my heart,” he uses his pointer finger to draw an X over his heart.
Dustin hugs you goodbye. You make him promise to call tomorrow. Eddie gives you one last wide eyed look, a small smile plays on his lips. Then you’re finally alone. You love having Dustin over, but you’re also glad to have peace and quiet.
You moved out a few short months after graduation. Your overbearing mother proved too much to continue living with. Dustin was pissed at first. He came around when he realized it meant having a space to escape to and be himself. Something you're more than happy to provide for him.
He was thrilled to learn that Eddie lives only four trailers away from you. When Dustin asked if Hellfire could meet at your place to continue a campaign they had started you agreed for this one time. Even when you said it, you had a feeling Dustin will end up begging for
more and you’ll end up caving. The kid really does have everyone wrapped around his finger. Eddie included it seems.
“So, are they always so…,” Eddie struggles to finish his question as he drives through Hawkins.
Hot, breathtaking, pulse pounding, awestriking. He can't really say any of that to Dustin.
“Protective?” Dustin offers.
“Protective works,” Eddie nods.
Not exactly what he was thinking, but that applies too.
“Pretty much.”
“How long have they lived in Forest Hills?” He tries to keep his tone casual, but ends up sounding just a little too interested.
He can feel Dustin’s eyes burning into the side of his head.
“Year and a half,” Dustin answers.
“So they're… nineteen?”
“Twenty.”
Eddie glances over at Dustin. He looks one part irritated and two parts suspicious. Eddie adjusts his grip on the steering wheel.
“Wait, we were in the same grade?” Eddie asks, surprised.
“You were supposed to be,” Dustin ribs.
“You wanna walk from here, Henderson?”
“You wanna get murdered?”
Eddie shoots him a glare knowing he’s right. His threat is hollow with you around. If you found out he let Dustin walk halfway home he’s sure he wouldn't see morning.
“Why are you asking?” Dustin inquired after a moment of silence. Eddie shrugs.
“Just curious.”
“Uh-huh,” Dustin sounds entirely unconvinced.
“Whatever,” Eddie mutters to himself. He pushes you out of his mind and focuses on driving.
He can feel Dustin’s occasional glances. The younger Henderson has clocked his strange demeanor, he knows it. It’s not hard. He isn't as goofy or teasing. He’s more lost in thought than he'd like. He just doesn't know how he's never noticed you before. How has he never noticed the one person in Hawkins that seems to tick every single fucking box he could possibly have?
***
The next time Eddie sees you it’s raining. The weather is only noteable because he sees you walking home with no umbrella. He catches you as you make it under the awning of the movie theater. It gives you temporary shelter from the pounding of the rain. Eddie pulls over to the curb in front of you. He had been going to the store to grab some munchies, but that’s something he can do later.
You eye his van curiously. He doesn’t bother with his hazards. Cars go around him without issue. He leans over and cranks the window down.
“You need a ride?” he calls out.
“I’m good, thanks,” you call back.
“Seriously? You’ll catch your death walking all the way to Forest Hills in this. Just get in.”
You sigh, but do as he says. It's not like you want to walk in the rain. Keeping a distance from Eddie just felt like the right thing to do. He gives you a feeling in your gut you can't quite place. He always has. Is it possible to admire someone and not like them?
“Thanks,” you say as you close the door.
You’re shivering as you drip on his seat.
“Yeah, no problem,” Eddie says as he blasts the heat.
His typically loud music is soft as he drives. Something you appreciate. Work was a headache. Having to walk home in the rain was a pain in the ass. A pain in the ass Eddie has luckily saved you from.
“Where d’you work, anyways?” he asks after a few minutes.
“I’m a manager over at the general store.”
“Shit, really? I steal-I mean I-uh go there all the time,” Eddie doesn’t course correct quite fast enough.
To his surprise, you laugh. It’s a nice sound. Calming like the rain is when you aren't stranded in it.
“I’ll remember that next time I see you in there.”
There’s a comfortable silence after that. Eddie is actually a better driver than you assumed. It makes you feel a little better about Dustin driving around with him. You don't even notice you've stopped shivering. The van is warming you up, but you’re still soaked.
“Sorry about your seats, by the way,” you say.
“Eh, it’s just some water. These seats have seen worse,” he shrugs.
You grimace in disgust.
“Like what?”
Eddie lets out a hearty laugh.
“Probably better you don’t know.”
“Jesus, you’re nasty, Munson,” your laughter betrays you.
“Oh, you have no idea, Henderson.”
Another round of comfortable silence as Forest Hills comes into view. You expect Eddie to park at his trailer. You don't mind walking the short distance to your own. Instead he pulls right up to your door.
“Seriously thank you, Eddie,” you give him a smile.
“Don’t worry about it. If- y'know, if you need a ride again you can give me a call.”
“Sounds like you’re just looking for an excuse to give me your phone number,” you tease.
Eddie chuckles.
“Two birds, one stone,” he smiles.
“You’ll need to try harder than that, Munson. I’m sure I’ll see you around.” You flash him a smile and then you’re gone.
Only the wet imprint of your ass lets him know you were ever really there in the first place.
***
“Please,” Dustin pleads over the phone. You sigh.
“Dustin, it’s my day off. I don't want to sit here and listen to you guys for six hours,” you tell him.
“We’ll only be an hour, two tops.”
“Dustin-”
“I can stay over after and we can hang out. We’ll watch E.T.,” he sweetens the pot.
He knows that's your favorite movie and he knows you’re a sucker for quality time with him. Little asshole.
“Fine, but you only get two hours before I kick everyone out.”
“Three?”
“Two and a half.”
“Thank you, you're the best, bye!” he hangs up before you have a chance to change your mind. You chuckle and shake your head.
Two and a half hours stuck in your room isn't too bad. Besides, you’re not really stuck. You just don't want to get in the way, or listen on in utter confusion. You know a little about D&D from Dustin talking about it, but not enough to follow. Sure you’ll pop out to grab a drink, maybe something to eat, but overall you intend to stay removed.
Part of you wants to stay away from Eddie. You know he’ll just start flirting and you'll be too weak to stop it. Too weak to resist giving it right back to him. It shouldn't surprise you when Eddie is the first to show an hour later, but it does. He gives a quick rhythmic knock on your door.
“I'm surprised you made it so early. I know the commute is killer,” you quip when you see him standing outside the screen door.
With a grin, Eddie braces his lower back beneath his old bookbag and leans into his hands a bit to dramatize discomfort.
“Yeah, my back is killing me from the long drive over,” he makes a face as he jokes to drive it home.
You chuckle and push the screen door open to let him in.
“Dustin isn't here yet,” you tell him as he enters.
He pauses just inside the doorway leaving him so close to you his body heat reaches the skin of your arms.
“I can come back,” he says and begins to turn.
“No, it's alright. He should be here soon. I’m assuming you need to get set up or something?” you tilt your head toward the cleared off dining table. He nods and you hold your arm out to tell him he’s welcome to continue inside.
You watch him make his way to the table. Something about the way he’s joking back with you makes you wonder if you had things wrong. Maybe he wasn't flirting in the van the other day. Maybe it was just friendly banter.
“Thanks for letting us play here. We usually use the drama room, but they’ve needed it more with that stupid musical coming up,” Eddie says as he opens his bag and begins to pull things out.
“Let me guess, Grease?” you shut the door and find your place on the couch.
Eddie glances at you with an amused smirk.
“Sure is.”
“Figures. Thank God Dustin isn't a theater kid. I don't think I could sit through that every year,” you chuckle.
Eddie’s smile is curious, maybe even a bit nervous. You're watching him and it makes his movements just a little less sure.
“Instead you get a bunch'a freaks playing D&D at your table.”
“You calling my brother a freak, Munson?” There’s an edge to your words.
Eddie’s eyes get wide.
“Uh- no, I-”
“I’m just kidding, calm down,” you laugh, “it’s okay, he is a freak. Besides, I don't think you’d ever be mean to Dustin.”
“Why’s that?”
“He worships the ground you walk on. If you were ever mean to him your uncle would need to pull dental records to identify you,” you say it light heartedly with a smile.
Your voice and expression don't match the vicious threat. Eddie’s heart thumps hard as he spreads out the battle map.
“You’re a little scary, y’know that?”
“How else am I supposed to keep you in line?”
Heat crawls up Eddie’s neck. His throat dries and he clumsily knocks into his DM screen. It clatters flat onto the table. You watch on in amusement as he fumbles with it. He’s flustered. A fact that goes straight to your ego. Eddie is Dustin’s friend so you had no plans to actually be mean or rude to him. Admittedly, your brother is pretty good at picking people. Even if others don't see what he does in those people.
Is flustering Eddie by accident mean or rude? Is continuing to do it because you like that you can?
“How is it I’ve never seen you around before?” Eddie asks once the DM screen is back up the way he wants it.
“You have, you just never noticed,” you shrug.
“Trust me, I would have noticed you,” he glances at you as he says it.
When he sees your attention is already on him, he quickly moves on to digging out the miniatures he brought.
“Trust me, you wouldn't have. I haven't always been this comfortable dressing and existing how I want. Not everyone can be Eddie Munson,” you give him a small smile.
“What's that supposed to mean?” he pauses setting up to look at you.
He half expects insults to start being hurled at him.
“You’ve always been yourself. Even when it would be easier to be someone else. I’ve always admired that about you. It took me a long time to be that brave,” you answer genuinely.
His face reddens and his eyes nearly strike you down where you sit. They’re big, as always, and the distinct brown of them swims in an emotion you can't place. Eddie’s heart is in his throat. He knows he’s attracted to you physically, but you might have just sunk a hook in him emotionally. Whether you meant to or not, you nearly destroyed him with your words. He can't remember the last time someone has said such nice things to his face.
“Always, huh? You been watching me, Henderson?” he bounces back, diffusing his own feelings with the joke.
You shrug with an innocent smile.
“You make it hard not to.”
Eddie’s face somehow gets even hotter. He might need to peel off his jacket if this keeps up. As he struggles to come up with a response to that, Dustin bursts in. The large smile on his face drops when he sees the flustered state of Eddie. His eyes travel back and forth between the two of you.
“What’s happening?” he asks
“Just getting to know your friend,” you shrug casually.
Traces of that smile can still be found on your face. That's when Eddie knows you’re doing it on purpose. You saw how flustered you made him and decided to keep going. He’s not sure if he hates you or just fell in love with you.
“Right,” Dustin says, completely unconvinced.
“Okay, well, I’ll make myself scarce before the rest of the nerds get here. Remember, two and a half hours, Dustin,” you point at him as you rise from the couch.
“I know, I know.”
Eddie watches you disappear down the hall. His eyes stay on the beginning of the hallway until he hears your bedroom door click shut. Then he finally looks at the boy in front of him. Dustin has narrowed eyes on Eddie.
“What?” Eddie asks defensively and continues emptying his bag.
“You tell me,” Dustin crosses his arms.
“I don't know what you mean,” Eddie lies as he spreads out his reference materials and notes behind the screen.
“Bullshit.”
“We were just talking.”
Before Dustin can pry further the rest of the boys start piling in. Mike, Lucas, and Will are confident just walking in like they live there. Jeff and Gareth follow with more hesitation. Eddie happily dives in once everyone is settled at the table. Happy to continue the campaign and happy to avoid talking about you further with Dustin. He’s not sure how the younger Henderson will take his burgeoning crush.
Around thirty minutes into their gameplay you appear for a drink. You notice immediately that Eddie becomes distracted when you pop into the kitchen. Eddie’s eyes track you the entire way as the others discuss their next move. You catch his gaze when you turn around from the fridge. Before he can try to act like he wasn't staring, you smirk. Then you’re taking a nice long drink from your can of coke. Eddie swallows, watching you, Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to regain the ability to speak.
“Eddie,” Dustin waves his hand in front of Eddie’s eyes.
Eddie blinks back into the game, feeling like he traveled a million light years and back. Dustin glances over his shoulder to where Eddie had been zoned off staring. You give your brother a small wave when he sees you. His eyebrows furrowed as he looks back to Eddie who is trying desperately to get back on track. Eddie hazards one more quick look at you. You throw him a wink as you make your exit. On their way back to the table in front of him, his eyes meet Dustin’s.
“What the hell was that?” Dustin questions.
“That was Mike getting knocked prone,” Eddie answers and reaches over his screen to knock Mike’s miniature on its side.
“You’re deflecting,” Mike says smugly, happy to have some retribution for the hit Eddie’s NPC made on his character.
“Uh, no, I’m DM-ing,” he makes a sweeping gesture to the layout in front of him.
“Holy shit, Eddie has a crush,” Lucas realizes out loud.
Dustin groans.
“Are we gonna have to stop playing here?” Will asks genuinely.
Will is the only one Eddie can consider innocent here. The rest of them earn a glare.
“I don't know, Eddie, will we?” Dustin sasses with a pointed look at Eddie.
“No, we won't. We only have a couple hours here, can we get back to the fucking game?” Eddie snaps them back into focus.
An hour goes by and you’re back. This time Eddie is able to drag his gaze away from where you’re digging around in a cabinet. You have to reach up in a way that exposes the skin of your stomach. A silky stripe of skin and some tufts of dark hair between your too small shirt and sweatpants.
Instead of allowing himself to get distracted by you again, he starts putting on more of a show. His movements become more dramatic, he throws himself more fully into the voices he’s doing, and overall amping up the theatrics. He figures if you admire him always being himself, he'll dial himself up to ten.
You find yourself leaning against the counter with a bag of chips in your hand watching. No one else seems to have noticed your arrival. They’re too taken in by the narrative Eddie is weaving. You can't blame them. Eddie puts his full body into it. After a couple minutes he lets the group deliberate their next move. His eyes flicker over to you again, a smirk on his face. The eye contact jolts you from whatever weird fog you’d fallen into watching him. As you make your leave you see the quick wink Eddie tosses your way.
Your heart is loud in your ears when you shut your door. Oh, it’s on, Munson, you think to yourself. If there's one thing you are, it's competitive. It’s clear you fluster Eddie, which means there’s some type of attraction there. Truthfully, you’re attracted to him too. You always have been. His authenticity and ability to stay true to himself have always drawn you in. Now that you can tell he’s into this too, you’re ready to have fun with it. The two of you have officially entered a little game and you refuse to lose.
An old pair of shorts is your next move. They’re Hawkins High green with white trim and stripes up the side of each leg. They’re long enough to cover everything, but short enough to draw attention. You give it another fifteen minutes before re-emerging. When you do so you fan yourself with your hand to pretend your room is hot. Without looking to see if Eddie has noticed you bend at the hips to start peering in the fridge. You look innocuous enough searching for a water bottle to cool down. Then you hear a clattering, a few shouts, and fumbling.
“Shit,” Eddie hisses.
You turn around with a water bottle pressed to your forehead. Everyone, but Eddie, is frantically looking for something on the floor. A small red pointy looking die sits in front of you on the linoleum, a black number twenty facing up. You pluck it off the floor and hold it up lazily.
“You guys looking for this?” you ask. A couple of them hit their heads on the table on their way up.
When they see the D20 between your fingers they swarm you. Suddenly you’re trapped against the fridge by several manic nerds. Dustin grabs the sides of your upper arms.
“Did you see what it landed on?” He all but demands.
You shove him off and push through them. Eddie remains seated at the table watching with huge eyes.
“First off, whose is it?” you ask.
“Mine,” Eddie’s voice wavers just a bit on the single syllable.
With a bright smile you walk it over to him. He looks up at you when you’re next to the table, face getting more and more red. You place the D20 down in front of him, black twenty still up. His mouth parts slightly as if to say something, but nothing comes out. You have him all lined up where you want him. Now, you just have to make the goal by brandishing some of the only D&D knowledge Dustin has imparted on you.
“Natural twenty,” you say, your smile curling into something more mischievous, “Congrats on the crit.”
Eddie continues blinking his wide dark eyes at you. The rest of the boys groan behind you. Whatever Eddie just rolled for clearly isn't good for them. They all take their seats again.
“You couldn't have lied?” Dustin huffs comically.
“And rob your DM of his roll? Never,” you chuckle.
You lift his hat, ruffle his hair, and walk off. Eddie gapes after you, heart absolutely pounding. He won't be able to stand the rest of the game. His jeans got a little tighter when he saw you bent over in those fucking shorts, distracting him mid roll. It only got worse when you walked over his D20, looked down at him like you know the hold you have, and congratulated him on his nat twenty.
“I think he’s drooling,” Mike’s voice pulls Eddie back to the table.
“He’s speechless,” Gareth adds.
“I’m not speechless. I'm contemplating.”
“Contemplating what?” Lucas questions unconvinced.
“How exactly I want this nat twenty to fuck up your day.”
You don't make another appearance until their time is up. By the time you make it out there it's just Dustin and Eddie. Dustin is on his knees in the living room looking through the different VHS tapes you have in a milk crate. Eddie is packing away all his stuff neatly.
“How’d it go?” you ask them as you plop down onto your couch.
Dustin launches into an excited and detailed account of the game. Eddie expects you to tell him to calm down, that you don't need a play by play of every second. You don't. Instead you listen encouragingly, ask questions for clarification, and let Dustin rattle on.
“Sounds like you did a good job with this one, Dungeon Master,” you say to Eddie with a smile.
His heart skips.
“Even I have my days,” he shoots you a smile in return as he zips up his bag.
“Yeah? Maybe one of these days you’ll be able to keep your dice on the table,” you tease.
Dustin watches the two of you and it clicks. At first he thought Eddie was just taking a morbid interest. You’ve had plenty of that. Guys in Hawkins like experimenting, toeing the line you ride between genders, and then denying anything ever happened when they come to their senses. He didn't want to think Eddie would be like that, but as protective as you are of Dustin he is of you. The way you prop your chin on your hand and lean on the arm of the couch toward Eddie finally clues Dustin in. You're into Eddie too.
“Eddie, you should stay and watch E.T. with us,” Dustin interjects.
Your eyes dart to him curiously.
“I promised Wayne I'd be home by eight. Next time, alright?” Eddie swings his bag over his shoulder.
Dustin is disappointed, but doesn't put up a fight. Eddie knew he wouldn't last through a movie with you. Not if earlier was any indication of what you’re capable of doing to him. Not with Dustin around. As disappointed as you might be, you’re also relieved. If Eddie sat next to you the movie would have been forgotten immediately. You and Dustin bid Eddie farewell and start the movie.
Dustin is knocked out on the couch by the end of it. You throw the soft blanket you keep in the living room over him. It’s too early for you to be tired. You take to cleaning up a little, grabbing what Dustin missed when cleaning up after the campaign. When you go to toss the little bits of trash in the garbage can you find it full. You roll your eyes knowing full well Dustin left it like this for you when he could have taken it out.
The outside air nips at your exposed legs. It’s a short walk to the dumpster, but in the dark it can be creepy. Forest Hills isn't the most lit up place at night. You hurry to toss the bag into the dumpster.
“Come here often?”
The voice startles you. You whip around with a small yelp. Eddie stands before you with a garbage bag in his hand and a teasing smirk on his face. When you realize it's him you recover quickly.
“Only when I’m hoping to see you,” you tease as you step out of his way. He tosses his own bag in the dumpster and turns to face you.
“You callin’ me trash, Henderson?” He raises his eyebrows.
“I didn't say that, but if that's what you took from it…” you smile playfully.
He shakes his head chuckling.
“You're kinda mean,” Eddie points at you as he says it.
“Am I?” You ask, taking a step forward.
There's a foot of space between you and Eddie. You can see his breathing stutter in his chest.
“Yeah, but I like it,” he admits quietly, heart pounding.
You smile and take another step forward. You’re fully in Eddie’s space now. He can't even tell if he’s still breathing. You’re still in those fucking shorts, you're openly flirting with him, and you’re so god damn close. He might just die on the spot.
“Do you?” You're torturing him now.
He knows it. You know it.
“Now you’re just tryna get me to say nice things about you,” he teases with a smirk.
How he’s maintaining any amount of composure is beyond him. Maybe God is real and right now Eddie is His favorite little soldier.
“Is that so hard?”
“No, not when you're wearing those.”
He nods down to your shorts. You laugh, placing a hand on the breast of his jean vest over his leather jacket.
“I thought you’d like’em.”
“You were right.”
“I’m glad I dug them out for you then,” you smirk, toying with one of the many pins on his vest.
“You- for me?” Eddie sputters not expecting the bold statement.
Light teasing and flirting, sure, but not that.
“You’re really surprised?” you chuckle.
“I mean, yeah,” he shrugs lamely. His composure is quickly slipping.
“Then you haven't been paying attention very well,” you chide playfully.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie breathes.
Before you can say another word, Eddie breaks. He grabs the sides of your face and crashes his lips into yours. You grasp onto the denim of his vest as you melt into it. His lips are warm, urgent, and a little sloppy with desperation. The kiss sends a thrill through your entire body. It’s only when he pulls away that you remember where you are. Outside at night kissing Eddie Munson next to the fucking dumpster. Are you sixteen again?
You just look into each other's eyes for a second. Eddie’s face is still just inches away from yours. His pupils are blown to shit and you're sure yours are too. You drag him forward again by the grip on his vest. This time your other hand finds a home in his coarse wavy to curly hair. He moans into your mouth as your hold on his hair tightens. You give a surprised groan when his hand grabs your ass. He rides the shorts up just enough for him to brush against the skin they once covered.
It takes an extreme amount of effort to pull away. Somehow, you manage. Both of you are breathing heavily. After a second of just studying each other's face, you shake your head with a smile.
“I better get going before I try to jump your bones in the dumpster,” you say, but don't move.
“Maybe you can jump my bones another time,” Eddie suggests with a smile.
You chuckle.
“I think that can be arranged.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Aren't you eager,” you tease.
“Can you blame me?”
“No, I guess not.”
He gives you an expectant stare. You pretend to think his offer over.
“Okay, tomorrow. Dustin should be gone by one,” you nod.
Eddie fights off a groan. He forgot about the Dustin of it all. Maybe this isn't a good idea. Maybe he should call the whole thing off.
“See you tomorrow,” he says instead.
“I look forward to it,” you smile and leave him.
He watches you walk back to your trailer. Without you pressed against him, he’s suddenly cold. He jogs back to his own trailer still in disbelief. His thoughts are spinning. One thing is for sure, his dreams are going to be full of you tonight.
***
Eddie’s fist hovers by the door for a second. This is his last chance to back out. It’s his last chance to turn around and avoid any awkward confrontation with Dustin later. Eddie cares about that kid’s opinion of him far too much. Once he has the thought to leave, he gives a quick rhythmic knock.
“Eddie?” Dustin questions when he opens the door, “What are you doing here?”
Eddie struggles for something to say. Dustin is supposed to be gone.
“Oh, Eddie left his dice. I gave him a call last night,” your voice calls from deeper in the trailer.
The lie is easy and smooth.
“So, you gonna let me in or what?” Eddie jerks his chin up at Dustin.
His hands are shoved into the pockets of his vest. The left one is wrapped around the condom he brought just in case you didn't have any. He’s almost afraid if he lets go it’ll fall out and Dustin will have more questions.
Dustin pushes the screen door open to let Eddie in. When he enters he sees you standing over the kitchen sink. You shoot him an apologetic look over your shoulder. He returns it with a small understanding smile. Clearly, you hadn't planned on Dustin still being here either. You turn off the water, dry your hands on a nearby towel, and face him from the kitchen.
“I have the dice in my room,” you tilt your head toward the hallway.
You lead Eddie to your bedroom. It’s at the end of the short hall, similar to his own. An unmade full bed is pushed into the far corner under the singular window. A dresser sits in the opposite corner with a couple framed pictures on top and what looks like a small silver urn. The wall behind your bed is adorned with an intricate forest green tapestry with the tree of life on it.
“I’m so sorry,” you begin in a hushed voice.
“S’alright,” Eddie assures you.
“He decided to stay and I couldn't exactly tell him no,” you explain anxiously.
“It’s really alright, Henderson,” he gives you a reassuring smile.
Your heart skips a beat. Part of you feared he’d be pissed. There have been plenty of guys in the past whose tempers were as short as their sexuality was confusing. Eddie notices the way you relax when you accept his words.
“Well, you’re welcome to hang out as long as you’d like,” you tell him.
“Maybe I should go. This probably wasn't a good idea anyway,” he says with a quick look over his shoulder.
Dustin is still in the living room, Eddie can hear the tv. When his eyes turn back to you, your whole demeanor has changed. Your face is suddenly unreadable. Your stance is closed off.
“Yeah, maybe you're right,” your voice is cold.
Eddie starts internally panicking. Clearly he said the wrong thing, but he doesn't know what.
“It’s not you,” he rushes to explain, “it’s Dustin.”
You roll your eyes.
“Don't use my brother as an excuse for whatever sexuality struggle you're having,” you whisper harshly.
Eddie’s hands find either side of his head. His fingers sink into his hair as he tries to understand how this situation turned on him.
“I’m not having a sexuality struggle,” he argues, frustration beginning to bubble up.
“Whatever, Eddie. I’ve been through this too many times.”
“Through what? You're not actually fucking talking to me. Just talk to me,” he gestured wildly in the air, shaking his hands in a pleading motion.
“Through assholes chatting me up, making me feel special, like maybe someone actually fucking likes me. Only to find out I was nothing but a novelty. I don't know why I thought you could be any different,” you explain bitterly with a shake of your head.
Eddie runs a hand over his face as he processes. Your words sting. They burn tiny lacerations into his skin. I don't know why I thought you could be any different. He never thought he'd be compared to the rest of Hawkins, always an outlier. You’re grouping him in with probably the worst Hawkins has to offer. Now that really fucking hurts.
“I do actually fucking like you. Why can't you get it's more complicated than that?”
“Oh, I get it. You can't figure out what you’re feeling and you’re afraid it’ll make you gay. So, test it out with me and then move the fuck on like nothing ever happened,” you say while crossing your arms. You fold in on yourself, becoming smaller and smaller before Eddie’s eyes.
“I am gay-I mean not gay gay but-fuck,” Eddie struggles.
The heels of his hands dig into his eyes as he tries to collect his racing thoughts.
“Just go, Eddie. We can pretend this never happened,” your voice is low, almost a rumble.
“Will you just listen to me?” he demands frustratedly, voice raised.
“Is everything alright?” Dustin appears in the open doorway.
His face is full of concern and confusion.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, Dust. Eddie was just leaving.”
Eddie gives you a desperate look. He pleads with those big brown eyes. When it's clear you’re done and this conversation isn't going any further he sighs.
“See you later, Henderson,” he mumbles as he pushes past Dustin.
You’re not really sure which one of you it's directed at. Eddie isn't either.
***
You actively avoid Eddie the following week. It’s painfully obvious. He wants a chance to grab you. To talk to you and explain the misunderstanding. He's beginning to think you can sense that and that's why you’ve been so slippery as of late. The only time he really could is when you’re on your way to work, but he doesn't want to do that. He doesn't want to make you late or upset you before a shift.
Dustin opens the door the next time Eddie knocks. You’re still letting them play in your trailer, but you haven't been home the last couple sessions. He does his best not to let it bother him. It's fucking hard when Dustin keeps giving him these watchful, curious looks. Almost like he’s trying to decipher what happened just by studying Eddie’s face. These looks are peppered throughout the entire campaign, exhausting Eddie.
It feels like fate when you come home as he’s packing up. He gives you an unsure smile. You return it and go into your room. That’s something. That’s progress. At the end of the day, Eddie doesn't want you thinking so low of him. He hates knowing you think he'd use you as an experiment. He’s an asshole, but he’s not a piece of shit.
“Dustin, if you need a ride home Steve is stopping by in a few minutes,” you call out from your bedroom.
When you walk back out you’re in a pair of dark blue shorts that fall to your mid-thigh, and a baggy white muscle shirt. You catch the expression Eddie was making before he managed to wipe it off his face. You pause between the kitchen and the front door.
“What?” you question a little aggressively.
Eddie holds his hands up to his chest in surrender. The unwarranted attitude automatically sets him off.
“Put the gun away, jeez. I didn't know you’re friends with Harrington is all,” Eddie snaps back defensively.
“Okay, what the fuck is going on between you guys? I thought you liked each other, but now you’re acting like you hate each other,” Dustin interrupts exasperated.
“Shut up,” the two of you say in unison.
Your head snaps to Eddie.
“Did you just tell my brother to shut up, Munson?” you demand.
“You did too!”
“Because he’s my brother. Who the fuck are you to talk to him that way?”
“Will you calm down?” Dustin demands.
“Dust-”
“No, this is so stupid. What happened?”
You grit your teeth. A sharp exhale exits your flared nostrils. Your eyes flicker to Eddie for a second. His face is red with frustration, his eyebrows are set, and his mouth is a thin line. You look back to Dustin's confused face.
“Jason,” you state flatly.
“Jason?” Eddie questions, absolutely bewildered.
Dustin’s face drops. His eyes squeeze shut as he sighs. You watch him slowly turn to look at Eddie. Eddie’s stomach sinks when he sees Dustin’s broken expression.
“Eddie, you didn't,” he pleads softly.
Eddie’s eyes fly furiously between you and Dustin. He’s trying to grasp what the fuck is happening. Why did you bring up Jason? Why is Dustin looking at him like that?
“Didn’t what? What’s going on?” he asks, absolutely lost.
“You should go,” Dustin answers solemnly.
“Jesus Christ, you fucking Hendersons don't know how to have a conversation to save your lives,” Eddie grumbles as he continues packing up his stuff.
“What’s that, Munson?” You demand, stepping forward.
“C’mon, don’t-” Dustin starts.
“Dustin, go wait outside,” you order without looking at him.
Your glare remains firmly on Eddie. Eddie who is glaring firmly back, only the battle map left on the table.
“I’m not gonna wa-”
“Outside, now.”
Dustin huffs, but ultimately listens. Once the door is slammed shut behind him you march up to Eddie. Eddie backs up, but you don't stop. Soon his back hits the wall and there’s nowhere else to go. You stop directly in front of him and start aggressively poking his chest.
“Let’s get something fucking straight, Munson. If you’re going to be using my home for your stupid fucking childish fantasy game you're not going to talk about Dustin or me that way, got it?” you spat.
“Oh, now it's a stupid fucking childish fantasy game. That’s rich. You didn’t seem to think that when you were drooling over me DMing.” Eddie counters, still holding up his facade of confidence despite being cornered.
“Please, don’t flatter yourself,” you scoff.
“I’m not. It’s pretty fucking clear you’re into me, sweetheart.”
“Yeah? And what are you? Completely indifferent? You get a hard on just from seeing me in shorts. You're pathetic.”
Eddie wants to be hurt. He wants to be hurt so fucking bad. His body has other plans in response to your words, though. Fire spreads to every limb. He has half a mind to bend you over the table right now and show you just how pathetic he is. He’s ready to make you an incoherent mewling mess so he can lean down and whisper who’s pathetic now? into your ear.
“And you’re a fucking tease,” he snaps instead.
“Holy shit,” you laugh sarcastically, “You’re getting turned on right now, aren't you?”
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn't you?”
“Me? Munson, you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”
The front door slams open. You whip around and Eddie’s eyes snap up to the door. Steve is standing there with his hands on his hips, looking completely unimpressed.
“Alright, kids, what seems to be the problem here?” Steve asks.
He steps into the trailer with Dustin at his heels. Both you and Eddie are red, breathing heavily, and still standing within an inch of each other.
“Steve, can you just bring Dustin home, please?” you try to sound less irritated, but it doesn't work very well.
“Okay, well, one, you said I could borrow your blue jacket. And two, I’m not going anywhere until you two explain what the fuck is going on.”
“Nothing, I’m just dealing with Jason Junior over here,” you answer, crossing your arms.
Steve’s head lolls back briefly in exasperation.
“God, Eddie, not you too,” he groans.
“Not me too, what? Can you guys stop being so fucking cryptic and tell me what you mean?” Eddie demands.
He’s absolutely over being compared to Jason out of everyone. You huff and walk away. The three of them watch you wander into your room and then back out. You throw the blue bomber jacket at Steve. He catches it with a frown.
“Everyone just get the fuck out of my house,” you grumble and stomp back to your room.
The door slams with such force Eddie is surprised he doesn't hear the wood splinter. All three boys flinch at the sound. Eddie scoffs to himself and starts to barge out. Steve stands in front of the door, blocking Eddie’s way.
“Move, Harrington,” Eddie orders.
“Not until you tell me what all that was about, Munson.”
“Can we do this outside?” Dustin interjects.
The three of them leave the trailer. You’re left alone in your room with nothing, but endless silence. Endless silence and that heavy feeling you get in your stomach whenever you just get done ruining everything.
“Okay, can someone please tell me what the fuck all this Jason bullshit is about?” Eddie turns on Dustin and Steve once they’re a good few feet from the trailer.
Steve and Dustin exchange a look that Eddie doesn't like. They’re both privy to something about you that Eddie isn't. It’s not surprising, but it's surely irritating. Especially when everyone is talking about it like he knows too.
“You remember that black eye Jason had inexplicably about four months ago?” Steve sighs.
“Yeah, it was a helluva shiner.”
“I gave him that.”
Eddie spends a moment just blinking. How is this relevant?
“Okay…” Eddie trails off, shaking his head to tell Steve to continue.
“I gave him that because he’s a little prick that really fucked’em over,” Steve continued with a gesture over his shoulder at your trailer.
“Wait… Jason? They were with Jason?” Eddie questions in disbelief.
“Yeah, behind locked doors. Until Jason was done playing queer and got with Chrissy without saying anything,” Dustin says bitterly.
Hearing queer from Dustin’s mouth kinda stung Eddie, he won't lie. He knows Dustin meant it in a sexuality way, not derogatory. Something he likely picked up from you. Still, there’s something about someone decidedly straight saying it.
“When they confronted him about it he… He said some not very nice things. It really fucked with them. Like really fucked with them. I mean he wasn't the first one to do something like that, but he was the worst one,” Steve explained, sounding irritated at the memory.
“I still don't get what that has to do with me,” Eddie rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands.
“You tell us,” Dustin crosses his arms.
“I don't fucking know.”
“Just tell us what happened between the two of you,” Steve rubs the bridge of his nose, a hand in his hip.
Eddie tucks his hands in his armpits. He spends too long looking between Dustin and Steve. He really doesn't want to do this. He really really doesn't want to do this, but he also doesn't want to be put in the same league as fucking Jason. Frustrated that he’s backed into a corner for the second time today, Eddie wets his lips with his tongue.
“Fine, fine. We’ve been flirting. Last week we made out a little- the night you guys watched E.T.. I was supposed to come over the next day after you were gone so we could… y’know,” Eddie gestures awkwardly with his hands.
Both Dustin and Steve let out an ew.
“Yeah, anyway. You were still there. When we were talking in their room I said that maybe it's for the better that we didn't do anything. After that… I dunno what happened exactly. They started going on about me having a sexuality crisis, which isn't what was happening. I was just worried you would be pissed at me if we did do something,” Eddie finishes explaining.
Dustin and Steve exchange a look again. Eddie hates this. He hates feeling put under a microscope. He hates that you’ve turned on him so quickly.
“You sure you weren’t… experimenting?” Steve asks, jerking his chin up at Eddie.
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I got experimenting out of my system a long time ago, alright? I know who and what I like.”
Steve nods and rubs his jaw in contemplation. He glances once more at Dustin who wears a troubled expression. That troubled expression is aimed directly at Eddie.
“You're both pussies,” Dustin states.
“Excuse me?” Steve scoffs.
“Not you,” Dustin rolls his eyes.
“I’m not a pussy. I tried, alright? Whenever we talk now it’s just a fucking fight,” Eddie says heatedly.
“You used me as an excuse. That’s why they think you’re full of shit. You flirt and make out then all the sudden you get concerned with what I think? It’s bullshit, Eddie. You just got scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Of the possibility you could have feelings!”
Eddie’s jaw sets. His hands tuck back into his armpits, now his arms apply more pressure. Acid rises in his throat. The kid is right. It’s not that he has any crazy feelings right now, but he can feel them coming. Like a sneeze building up, he can sense the oncoming rush. The way you carry yourself, the way you speak to others, the way you speak to him. Eddie knows he could catch feelings fast if given the chance. When an out was presented, he took it. It’s the feelings that make this feel messy, not your relation to Dustin.
“Can we just fucking agree that I’m not Jason?” Eddie sounds more desperate than he’d like.
“You’re not Jason, but you gotta get them to realize that,” Steve tells him.
Eddie sighs.
“I’m going inside. I’ll see you later,” he mumbles, turning on his heel.
This conversation has him exhausted. You have him exhausted. He knows he has to find a way to talk to you. Talk, not argue. Not fall down a rabbit hole of aggressive sexual tension. Right now, though, he needs to take a fucking nap.
***
The short rap on the front door startles you. You wait for a beat where you lay on the couch. Another set of three knocks. Curiously, you answer the door. When you see Eddie standing with the screen door open you go to close it again. His hand flies out and stops the door from shutting.
“Will you just let me talk?” He huffs.
“Fine,” you sigh and go back to the couch.
You don't bother checking if he’s following. The screen door creaking shut followed by the front door lets you know. He sits delicately next to you. There's a few inches of space left between your legs. Eddie fiddles with the rings that have become a permanent fixture on his left hand.
“So, talk,” you order.
“I’m not Jason, alright?”
“Cool, that it? You can see yourself out.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Eddie snaps.
He tries to believe he made a valiant effort to stay calm. Your attitude irritates him more each time you show it. Eddie is a lot of things, patient in the face of unwarranted malice is not one of them.
“You, you’re my fucking problem.”
“Me? Henderson, you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid,” Eddie turns your own words against you.
Your head snaps to look at him. Nostrils flaring, face red, and eyes full of contempt.
“Please, Munson, you’re beneath me. You’re pathetic,” you sneer.
Jesus Christ, there's no reason your words went straight to Eddie’s dick the way they did. How are you able to play him with more skill than he does his guitar?
“I wasn't pathetic when you were sucking my face off by the dumpster,” he counters.
“You act like I sucked your dick. It was a stupid kiss.”
“I remember you wanting to jump my bones after that stupid kiss,” Eddie mocks you.
Your fists clench in your lap. You’re about a second away from grabbing Eddie by his hair and showing him just how pathetic he is.
“Yeah, then unfortunately for you, you kept running your fucking mouth.”
“Unfortunately for me? Trust me, sweetheart, you’re the one missing out. I woulda rocked your world, anyone else woulda been ruined for you,” Eddie’s voice is condescending with a challenging edge.
You lean in slightly with narrowed eyes.
“I really doubt that.”
Eddie leans in some.
“Do you?”
You lean in even further.
“Yeah, I do.”
Eddie’s eyes flash down to your mouth before quickly moving back to your eyes.
“Maybe I should prove it to you then.”
“Now who wants to fuck so bad they look stupid?” You smirk.
“Fuck it, me,” Eddie breathes and closes the space between you.
His hands are on your face. His mouth moves furiously against yours sending shockwaves down your body. One of your hands takes hold of the back of Eddie’s hair. The other runs along his jaw until it’s circled around his neck. You force him away by tugging back on his hair and pushing forward on his throat. He looks so pretty like this with his big eyes wide as can be, all pupils. His face is flushed and his breathing is ragged. Eddie is pliant in your grasp.
“Look at you. Just as pathetic as I thought,” you coo teasingly.
“I’ll show you pathetic,” he grumbles.
In a blink, you’re flat on your back, wrists pinned above your head with one of Eddie’s strong calloused hands. He hovers over you. The heat radiating from his body soaks into your skin. The tip of his nose brushes against yours.
“You’re a real fucking brat, y’know that? Go on, admit it. Tell me you're a brat,” he hisses in your face, warm breath hitting your lips.
Your heart is pounding. Your body is heating up. Every part of you wants this so bad no matter how much you hate it.
“You’re an asshole,” you hiss back.
Eddie’s rings are cold against your jaw. His grip is punishing as he manhandles your face. He presses his forehead to yours. Those huge brown eyes are commandeering as they lock onto yours.
“Am I gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you?”
You manage to let out a taunting laugh.
“You don’t have what it takes to fuck anything out of me,” you bite.
His grip tightens making talking impossible. Eddie's mouth brushes against your ear and his hair tickles your nose.
“I’m going to fuck you until the only words you know are Eddie, please, and more,” he whispers.
You hate the shiver that runs down your spine. You hate how much he just turned you on, how much you want what he’s threatening you with. Every nerve ending is on fire. Eddie’s lips begin an assault on the soft bit of skin just below your ear. The sensation makes you squirm in delight. Eddie smiles against your neck.
“There you go, now you’re behaving. Now that you’ve finally shut the fuck up,” he taunts.
You glare at him, still unable to speak with his hand holding your face. That’s it. He’s been on you long enough. You’ve let him have control for long enough. Confusion flashes across his face when you smile. You lock your legs around Eddie’s waist. With a grunt, you launch your hips and legs up and over.
Eddie lands with an annoyed noise on his back on the carpeted floor. You straddle him, wrists free. Now you grip both his wrists next to his head. You brandish a wicked smile as he looks up at you in surprise. Clearly he wasn't expecting to be bested at that moment. Your knees dig into the carpet uncomfortably around his hips, but you ignore it. Eddie’s slightly nervous expression takes your attention off of it. You lean in to brush the tips of your noses together like he did before.
“What, big boy? Not feeling very confident anymore? You got no more to say?” you mock him quietly.
“I already said everything I need to say,” he mumbles back.
“What’s that, bitch? I didn't hear you,” your voice drips with venom.
Something in Eddie completely snaps. He swears he hears the sound of it. A deafening CRACK SNAP POP. Then whatever wild animal that has been scratching at his insides bursts free.
“Alright, I’m real fuckin’ tired of this attitude, sweetheart. Guess I’m gonna have to do somethin’ about it.”
You open your mouth to challenge him further. To berate him, degrade him. He can feel it. While it would only egg him on, only contribute to the growing erection in his pants, he won't allow it. He won't let you win control over this situation. Not this time. You’re already far too smug.
Eddie manages to rip his hands away from yours. In a blink, he’s sitting up. You place your hands flat on his chest to shove him back down, but he moves too fast. His hands are under your ass, scooping you up as he stands in a second. Instinctively, you wrap yourself around him to avoid falling. He has a firm steady grip on you, though.
“You won't be able to walk right when I’m done with you,” he growls, setting off for your bedroom.
“I just don't believe you’re good enough at sex for that,” you whisper into his ear with a smirk.
“Oh, I’ll make a believer out of you. My dick will have you meeting God and calling him by my name.”
He throws you onto your bed. The rough manhandling is something you never knew you wanted. It’s riling you up even more.
“You got condoms or are we doing this raw?” Eddie questions.
“I have condoms, but we’re doing this raw anyway,” you answer smugly.
“Is that what you think?” he taunts.
He rummages around your bedside table. There’s a decent sized box of condoms that’s about three quarters of the way empty. Admittedly, you haven't touched the box in a while. It’s from another life that ended months ago. However, when Eddie teases you about them, you find yourself lying.
“Jesus Christ, you’re more of a fucking whore than I took you for,” he holds up the box, shaking it to emphasize how empty it is.
“I like sex, and I like cumming even more. Too bad only one of those things will be happening tonight.”
Eddie takes out a condom and throws the box back in the drawer. He unbuttons his pants and kicks them off unceremoniously. You can see the imprint of his dick hardening in his tight boxers. He looks down at you with hooded lustful eyes. Soon you’re staring at his bare dick, his underwear abandoned on the floor. It bobs throbbing and red, glistening with precum.
“Get on your hands and knees. M’gonna use that big mouth of yours since you like havin’ it open so fuckin’ much,” he snaps.
You don’t know why, but you listen. Now that you’re on your bed with Eddie’s dick right there, all fight is gone. Eddie's hand grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes into your mouth.
“Shit,” he moans as you welcome him in with a twirl of your tongue.
He starts fucking your face slowly. You look up at him through your lashes. Eddie is watching you take him into your mouth like it's nothing. The eye contact makes you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he brushes the back of your throat.
“Never thought I’d get you to shut the fuck up,” Eddie grunts as he picks up his pace.
You try to remove your mouth. A scalding remark on the tip of your tongue. His grip on your hair tightens until it burns. His thrusts don't break.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. I plan on cumming down your throat before that loud mouth of yours starts up again.”
And fuck if that doesn't send you on a mission. Eddie doesn't even need to guide you after that, but it doesn't stop him. He refuses to relinquish control. He refuses to give you an opportunity to flip this on him. Finally, his hips stutter. Then he’s holding your head, calling out a resounding FUCK, and buries your nose in the dark hair at the base of his dick. You moan as Eddie shoots hot streams of cum down your throat. You take every last drop.
Once he’s finished, his grip on your hair loosens. You sit back on your heels. While making eye contact, you use the back of your hand to wipe your mouth. It’s a move that makes Eddie’s softening dick twitch.
“You had something to say?” Eddie's voice is raspy, but still condescending.
You narrow your eyes at him. As if he wasn't just using your mouth to get off, you cross your arms petulantly.
“No, it’s okay. I don't think your fragile ego can handle it,” you shrug.
Eddie huff in disbelief.
“I just fucked my cum down your throat and your gonna call my ego fragile?”
“Seems so.”
“Just tell me what you were gonna fuckin’ say,” he orders, climbing into the bed over you.
Eddie crowding you causes you to lay back. Even in the compromising position, you smirk smugly. Eddie’s hair tickles your cheeks as he hovers over you. He raises his eyebrows expectantly.
“It was nothing really… Just that Jason’s dick always managed to shut me up way faster than yours did,” you say casually, almost bored.
“Jason’s di- are you seriously bringing him up right now?”
“Why, that bother you?”
“Considering I’m about to make you meet God like we talked about, yeah a little,” Eddie’s voice is breathy.
He actually sounds a bit irritated.
“Never took you for the religious type.”
Eddie gets a wicked smile.
“‘M not, but you’re already in bed with the Devil, baby. Only one other Big Man to meet.”
“Big? Is that what you think of yourself?”
“Do you need a reminder? I’ll be happy to fuck that pretty mouth of yours again.”
Eddie leans down closer. Fuck, you want to kiss him. You don't. You won't let him know just how much you’re enjoying this. Instead you smile teasingly.
“You think my mouth is pretty?” You bat your eyelashes at him.
“Fuck, I hate to admit it, but… Not gonna lie, I think every part of you is unreal. Y’know, until you start talking.”
You snake your hands up Eddie’s chest. Slowly and sensually, you make your way up his shoulders. Then you skirt up and around to the back of his neck until your fingers tangle in his hair. Eddie really likes when you play with his hair. You can tell by the way his eyelids droop a little more at the contact. He almost looks like he’s about to lean down and kiss you. So, you take your chance.
Your grip tightens tenfold. Eddie’s eyes widen as you pull him back, sitting up in the process. He hisses, but doesn't complain otherwise. You glide the tip of your nose up the side of his neck until you reach his earlobe. With a smirk, you angle your head up so you can speak into his ear.
“I’m gonna use that big mouth of yours since you like having it open so fucking much,” you whisper, using his own words against him.
You swear you hear him breathe a curse. You let go of his hair, knowing he’ll follow you wherever you lead. Eddie is sure you could lead him into Mordor, up Mount Doom, and down into the lava like Sméagol. He’s sure that whatever painful obsession the ring of power imposed on Frodo, you just imposed on him. For better or worse. Eddie Munson is officially and completely captivated by you. You’re his precious.
That’s why he doesn't hesitate. He doesn't argue. He doesn't talk back. Instead he watches, waits patiently for you to settle into your pillows and peel off your shorts and underwear. Eddie happily, even eagerly, let’s you fuck his face like he did yours. You swear his tongue is magic. It’s hitting all the right spots, deft movements eliciting loud moans from you.
“Look at you. Just as pathetic as I thought,” you say as your thighs clench around Eddie’s head, your fingers digging into his scalp.
All Eddie can manage is a moan as you fill his mouth. You don't take as long as Eddie did to finish. Him using you and cumming down your throat had gotten you close enough, closer than you care to admit. You cum with a loud moan, no actual words coming out. With your fingers tangled in his hair, you pull him up. He looks dazed, drunk on your taste.
“At least your mouth is good for something,” you tell him with a slick grin.
Christ, Eddie is a goner. He’s an absolute goner. This is so so bad.
“Look at you, you’re already all fucked out and we haven't even gotten to actually fucking yet. You’re really making me miss Jason…” you sigh dramatically.
The mention of Jason again wakes Eddie up. A growl rumbles through his chest. His hand finds your wrist, applying enough pressure to get you to let go of his hair. He clambers over you, face real close to yours. There’s something hungry in his dark eyes. Something carnivorous.
“I’m gonna make sure you forget about fucking Jason,” he hisses.
“Fucking Jason is the one thing I like to remember,” you tease.
Eddie silently curses his own poorly placed fuck that gave you that opening. Hearing Jason’s name in the middle of this is seriously starting to grate his nerves.
“That’s it,” Eddie grumbles.
Before you can question him, he grabs onto your waist. With little effort he flips you onto your stomach. Your face is held sideways against your pillows. Eddie forces your hips in the air. You can feel the tip of his dick tease your entrance, causing you to twitch.
“What happened to the condom, prude?” you spit at him from your compromised position.
“The whore wanted it raw, the whore will get it raw,” he growls back.
It’s in that submissive state, Eddie’s rings digging into your scalp as he holds you down, him degrading you that you realize you’re a goner. You’re an absolute goner. This is so, so bad.
“What’re you waitin’ for then?” you question.
A loud SLAP rings out and a burning sensation spreads across your ass cheek. You gasp at the feeling.
“This is for my pleasure, whore. This isn't about you. I’ll go as fast or slow as I like.”
On the last word Eddie pushes into you. He doesn't go too fast at first. Sure, he wants to fuck you until you can't walk, but he doesn't want to hurt you. The foreplay was minimal, slow is better for now. You whine as he bottoms out. Completely stretched out and full you can do nothing but grip the sheets on either side of your head.
Slowly, Eddie begins to move. He’s so lost in the feel of you around him and his own mutterings of Jesus Christ that he doesn't register you speaking at first.
“What?” He breathes.
You cackle.
“Christ, Munson, you’re pathetic.”
There’s that word again. That fucking word. Eddie leans down, both of your damp shirts still on and sticking to each other.
“Remember what I said earlier?” he whispers into your ear.
“I remember you saying you think I’m unreal,” you mock him.
He straightens back up.
“Yeah, yeah, keep talkin’ while you still can. Soon you’ll only be able to say Eddie,” he gives a single powerful thrust earning a moan from you, “please,” another powerful thrust, “more.”
Eddie sets off on a wild chase of his second orgasm and your delirium. Admittedly, that delirium was setting in very fast. His movements are quick, strong, and fluid. You can't think of anyone else who has fucked you like this. In a way you didn't realize you’ve been craving. In a way that doesn't make you feel like an object, a subject to be studied, or a novelty. Eddie makes you feel a person who is desired, even in spite of the animosity ripe between you. He makes you feel like a whore in the best way possible.
“Shit, you feel so fucking good,” Eddie groans as you tighten around him.
He’s giving you so much already, but he was right. There are only three words you can think of right now. Only three words you think you’re capable of uttering.
“Eddie,” you moan.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“Please.”
“Come again?”
“More.”
“Not sure I heard you right,” he says smugly, never breaking pace.
“Eddie, please, more,” you moan.
“Thought so.”
Eddie’s thrusts become animalistic. All the anger, frustration, name calling, and overall emotion from the rollercoaster that your relationship has been are being taken out on you. You start saying it like a mantra. Eddie, please, more. It’s a white flag, a surrender. It’s you telling him he’s won. Boy, oh, boy is it a sweet fucking sound. A sound that turns into a scream of a moan with your body tensing around him. He spills into you, hips flush against your ass. His own moans mingle with yours in the air.
You collapse onto your stomach, Eddie close behind. He stays on top of you. After a minute of catching his breath he rolls off of you. You stay on your stomach as you come back to your senses.
“You alright, Henderson?” Eddie’s voice is much softer than you’re expecting.
You turn your head to face him. He’s watching you with wide eyes. How does he manage to look so innocent after everything he just did to you?
“Yeah, Munson, I’m peachy. You good?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
He nods, eyes never leaving you. Your eyes don't leave him. What’s the point in trying to hide staring after all that? You don't care that he is and he doesn't care that you are.
“So, you still miss fucking Jason?” Eddie asks playfully.
“Who?”
“Good,” he smiles, looking awfully pleased with himself.
“Do we still hate each other? I can't remember anymore,” you knit your eyebrows to feign confusion.
Eddie laughs. It’s a low sound that rumbled through his chest. His eyes take on a gooey quality that you fear you may get stuck in.
“I think we might like each other now. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Sounds good to me.”
***
The scent of sex is thick and heavy in the air when you wake up. Golden light streaks across your face as the sun lowers beneath the horizon. When you shift to turn over and check the time on your alarm clock, a warm weight stops you. Eddie’s arms are around you loosely, holding you against his chest. Both of you are still in only your shirts.
Carefully, you extract yourself. Eddie groans, but doesn't wake. You only bother with a new pair of underwear. Your stomach lets out a loud grumble and the hunger hits you. You take another look at Eddie’s sleeping form. The annoyance doesn't creep up at the sight of him anymore. Something else does in its place. Something you decide not to dwell on. All you know is if you’re this hungry, he’ll wake up hungry too.
Eddie wakes up to the smell of sex, bacon, eggs, and melted butter. It takes a second to get his bearings. The smell makes him think morning, but the position of the sun tells him it's evening. He crawls out of your bed and pulls his bottom layers back on. When he makes his way out to the main living area he finds you in the kitchen. You’re humming God Only Knows and pushing eggs around in a sizzling pan. Beside you is a plate of bacon and a plate of pancakes.
There’s a moment where the only thing Eddie can do is watch you. You’re bathed in the last golden rays of the evening, nothing but that baggy white muscle tank and a fresh pair of black underwear. The song isn't one he goes out of his way to listen to, but Wayne has thrown it on a few times. Enough for Eddie to recognize the Beach Boys’ tune.
“All that for you?” Eddie finally alerts you to his presence.
You jolt a little in surprise and whip around to look at Eddie. A coy smile crawls upon your face.
“Uh- no. I woke up starving and figured you would too,” you shrug.
As if on cue, Eddie’s stomach lets out a loud growl. You laugh and gesture for him to sit at the table. The whole scene feels so… domestic. If something in Eddie snapped earlier, something else is connecting now. There’s a satisfying click in his head as the sensation of things finally being on the right track sets in.
“Y’know, I didn’t peg you for a Beach Boys fan,” Eddie comments after a moment of only the sound of you scraping eggs around the pan.
You don't look at him, but Eddie swears he sees color rise to your cheeks.
“I’m not really. It… my dad used to sing that song all the time,” you explain, something close to troubled taking over your voice.
Eddie’s eyebrows raise. He’s never heard mention of Father Henderson before. Dustin only ever has complaints about your mom. Neither of you have mentioned a father until now.
“Dustin’s never mentioned-”
“He wasn't Dustin’s dad.”
You slide the scrambled eggs onto the last empty plate. Eddie watches you bring them over before grabbing a couple more plates for the two of you to eat from. Then some cutlery.
“I’m sorry if I brought up a sore subject,” he apologizes with big eyes as you sit across from him.
You begin shoveling food onto your plate.
“You didn't. I actually love talking about him, but my mom and Dustin have never really felt the same. So, I just don’t.”
“Do you want to talk about him now?”
You finally look at Eddie. Eyebrows slightly raised, eyes a tad wider than normal, and a soft smile on your lips. He wonders if it's okay to reach over and kiss you.
“His favorite song was God Only Knows by the Beach Boys, but I guess you probably figured that out.”
“Not a bad choice.”
You chuckle.
“I can't imagine you listening to the Beach Boys.”
“I don't, but Wayne does sometimes. God Only Knows is one of the only ones that doesn't make me want to rip my hair out,” he flashes you a playful smile.
“My dad would sing it whenever he was doing something boring. Laundry, dishes, but especially cooking.”
Eddie nods as he fills his own plate. There’s a couple minutes where the two of you eat in silence. Occasional voices could be heard outside, some cats, and the clinking of bottles as recycling goes out. The average soundtrack of Forest Hills.
“Can I ask what happened or is that not cool?” Eddie asks genuinely.
He really doesn't know how to navigate this conversation. He doesn't want to piss you off or upset you in general. All he knows is how he would want to be asked and, honestly, he simply wouldn't. You don’t seem as closed off on that front as he is, though.
“Pancreatic cancer. My mom ended the marriage before the cancer did, though. Said it was too much for her to handle.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Eddie suddenly felt very guilty for asking.
You just shrug.
“Where’s Dustin’s dad?”
“Who knows,” you snort, “he ran off with some woman from his job.”
“Jeez, your mom really has-”
“Poor choice in men? Yeah.”
“I was gonna say piss poor luck.”
You laugh, which loosens some of the tension that's built around the conversation. Eddie chuckles along, scarfing some food down in the process.
“We would fly kites when it was nice out. Sometimes he’d bring me to the lake where we’d fish and swim. He liked going to the library a lot, too. I basically grew up in the mystery section. A lot of that was lost when the cancer got bad, though. All of it, really. All of it except that song. No matter how bad it got, he always sang that song,” you rattle on sadly, but with a smile.
It’s been so long since you've talked about him. It feels good. Like visiting him after a long time away. Memories are nice, but there’s something special about sharing them. It’s easier to relive them. Easier to enjoy them when you get to do it with someone else. Maybe it’s just because that someone else is Eddie. You think if anyone will understand, or at the very least respect, how it feels it'd be him.
“What was his name?”
“Jack. Jack Coleman.”
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow. He narrows his eyes and leans in, pointing his fork in an accusatory fashion.
“Wait, so, you’re not a Henderson? You’re a Coleman?” He questions.
You break out in a smile.
“Guilty.”
Eddie looks like he was struck by lightning. Like the heavens just opened up and revealed the meaning of life to him.
“Shit, wait… I do remember you!”
“No, you don't,” you shake your head, attempting to hide how mortified that sentence makes you.
“Yes, I totally do! All your friends called you Cole. You had those sick green vans,” he wears a goofy smile.
You feel heat crawl up your neck.
“You remember my vans?”
Now it’s Eddie’s turn to flush bright red.
“Yeah, like I said, they were sick.”
“I still have’em somewhere. Maybe I’ll break’em out one day,” you smile.
Both of you clear your plates after that. You really were hungry. It’s an amicable silence. One that grows more uncomfortable in your chest because you know another hard conversation has to be had.
“I know you’re not Jason, by the way. I mean, I know now. Sorry I jumped to conclusions. I've been through a lot of Jasons,” you tell him softly.
Eddie offers a soft smile.
“S’alright. Would you tell me what happened there? I can't imagine you with fuckin’ Jason.”
You chuckle.
“Yeah, he asked me for help at work and then started saying all the right things. The dating pool for me in Hawkins is small. So, when he said he didn't want anyone to know I said okay. When he pretended not to know me in public I said okay. Then, one day, he was just…,” you frown at the memory of them walking down the street holding hands, “with Chrissy Cunningham. I asked him about it, but he was pissed I called his house. Called me about every derogatory name you can think of.”
Eddie could actually kill Jason. He already hated him, but now he’s actively cursing the ground the asshole walks on. How could he treat you so shitty? How could he not feel grateful he gets to be in your presence in this capacity?
“Well, I’d like to keep doing this. As public as possible. I want everyone to know I’m with someone this unreal,” he keeps his tone playful, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.
Your heart starts pounding against your chest. Eddie is sitting across from you offering you everything you’ve ever wanted in a relationship. Someone who not only wants to be with you, but is proud to be with you. It’s almost too much.
“So, you're with me now, huh?” you tease.
“I sure am,” Eddie teases back with a wolfish grin.
“Maybe let's start with an actual date.”
“You asking me out, Hen-Coleman,” he places emphasis on getting the last name right.
A smile forms on your lips. You don't have an issue with being called a Henderson. The different last name is why so many people don't know you and Dustin are related. So, you don't correct people anymore when they call you Henderson. The reminder that you're technically only half siblings has always upset Dustin.
“Yeah, I think I am, Munson.”
“Then I expect to be picked up at seven sharp. You better have flowers and chocolates. I’m expensive to date.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Eddie helps you clean without you asking. He takes over the dishes, scooting you out of the way and instructing you to dry and put them away.
“I dunno where anything goes,” is his excuse.
Really, he just wanted to take on the more arduous task for you. A sort of repayment for making him food. The effortless kindness you've met him with after the sex you had. The angry, heated sex. Eddie finds it kinda funny how the two of you have fallen into this little exchange of kindness and good will considering how the day began.
When the dishes are all done and put away, Eddie begins awkwardly fiddling with his rings. It feels like his time with you is coming to an end. He doesn't want to overstay his welcome, but fuck does he want to stay. Just hanging out with you like this makes him feel… normal. He doesn't feel like the Freak, the drug dealer, or the fuck up. He just feels like Eddie and, for the first time, he feels like maybe that's enough.
“Is it really dumb to ask you to stay?” you ask him suddenly.
You’re standing across the small kitchen, having just put the last of the plates away. Eddie looks at you with wide, excited eyes.
“Awe, you wanna spend more time with me, Coleman?” Eddie coos teasingly.
“Alright, forget I said anything,” you roll your eyes with a smile.
Eddie lets out a laugh.
“I’ll stay until you kick me out,” he smiles back.
You don't kick him out until you have to go to work the next afternoon.
***
The next time Dustin calls to beg for permission for Hellfire to meet at your place, you agree without hesitation. The day before you work, but only until five. Eddie is waiting in his van in front of the store when you exit, a lit cigarette between his lips. You smile and hop in.
“I wasn't expecting you to pick me up,” you say as you buckle your seatbelt.
You know he had work at the record store today. Eddie takes one last drag of his cigarette and puts it out in the cup holder on his side. He’s been doing that ever since you yelled at him for flicking his butts out the window.
“Got out at four. I’m not gonna let my precious Coleman walk home if I can help it,” he shows off a goofy smile and starts to drive.
“You think I’m precious,” you coo.
“More precious than the One Ring,” he coos back.
“Okay, you've lost me.”
Eddie glances at you in disbelief.
“You have Henderson as a brother and you don't know Lord of the Rings?”
“Oh, that’s those books that read like textbooks, right?”
“Read like- Jesus Christ, I might have to rethink this whole situation,” he says to himself.
“Sorry,” you laugh, “I don’t have much time for reading. So, when I do, if it's not simple and to the point, I can't get into it.”
“Lord of the Rings is art. It’s a painting on paper.”
“Aren’t all paintings on paper?”
“Canvas,” he corrects, “you’re makin’ me feel real smart today.”
“Glad I can be of service,” you say sarcastically.
“Seriously, though. That’s like… my favorite thing other than D&D and music,” his voice is more tender, more serious.
And you, he thinks. It’s far too early to admit that. Doesn't mean he doesn't feel that way, though.
“Maybe I can give it another go,” you shrug.
Eddie throws a soft smile your way. You hold onto the warmth it fills you with for as long as you can. Eddie ends up staying the night, which isn't much of a surprise. It was clear he was expecting it because he brought his D&D bag with him. It did make setting up the next day easier since he was already there.
By the time Dustin shows up Eddie is all set up. You’re laying on the couch, Eddie is crouched beside you. His face is close to yours, a sly smile present. You’re busy giggling like a maniac at whatever he must have said. Dustin lets the screen door fall shut behind him. The sound of it slamming startles you and Eddie.
“What’s going on?” Dustin asks suspiciously.
Eddie smiles widely.
“Just telling Coleman here what’s in store for you guys today,” he says easily.
Dustin visibly stiffens. He doesn't find this situation as amusing as the two of you seem to.
“Coleman,” Dustin states, eyes set on you.
You can see the hurt. It’s been so long since you've corrected someone on your last name. You didn't think about how the sudden change might make Dustin feel rejected.
“Yeah, y’know, their last name,” Eddie eggs the conversation on, unaware of the ugly feelings bubbling up.
“I know their last name, Eddie,” Dustin snaps.
That clues Eddie into the sore nature of the subject. He glances apologetically between you and Dustin.
“Dustin, don’t be rude,” you chide.
“You two were at each other’s throats the last time I saw you together and you’re telling me not to be rude?”
“Well, we’re not at each other’s throats now. So, yeah, I am,” you begin catching Dustin’s own attitude.
You sit up, causing Eddie to stand.
“Whatever, it’s bullshit and you know it,” he rolls his eyes and throws his bag down next to the chair he usually occupies.
“Excuse me, what’s bullshit?” You question and stand up.
Eddie is watching helplessly. He can't help but feel like he incited this situation. Dustin gestures widely at the air around you and Eddie.
“You telling me what to do. You guys are friends today, but tomorrow you’ll probably be fighting again. Isn't that how it goes with you?”
Any emotion falls from your face. Your hands shake a bit. You won't let them see you break. You won't derail their night. Besides, Dustin is right. You and Eddie are good now, but you like to blow up all the good things in your life. Ever since your father died, the idea that anything good may be permanent feels more like a pipe dream. It’s easier to discard good things before good things discard you.
“Yeah, it is. I’m going to be in my room. Have fun with your campaign,” you mumble and storm past him to your room.
The door doesn't slam. It clicks shut calmly, which is scarier. Eddie rounds on Dustin.
“What the fuck is your problem, Henderson?” he demands.
“I don't have a problem.”
“You wanna talk about bullshit? What is it? Am I not good enough-”
“Eddie, you know that’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
Dustin takes a second. He sighs, closing his eyes, and then opening them once more.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
The waver in Dustin’s voice throws Eddie off. His features soften as he looks at Dustin. Guilt washes over him. Sure, Dustin might be younger and Eddie might see him as a protege, or a younger brother, but he’s still one of Eddie’s best friends. Fuck, this was really shitty of him. He should have told Dustin he’s into you, regardless of how obvious it was. He should have told him you two have hooked up and are seeing where things go. Maybe not official, but exclusive. Instead, he acted like it didn't matter. Like it didn't matter that he’s seeing his best friend’s older sibling. Eddie runs an anxious hand over his face, stopping at his chin to hold it in thought.
“I’m really sorry, Dustin,” is all he can say in the end.
“I don't want an apology. I want an answer. I asked you so many times, Eddie. Every time you just dismissed me. I’m not stupid! And I don’t care! I’m happy for you, for both of you. I just… I just really wish you told me.”
Eddie takes a shaky breath. Dustin's words fall heavy on his shoulders. They're a weight he can tell he’ll be carrying for a while.
“I should’ve. I was afraid of what you'd think. What you’d say. It’s not an excuse, I know, but… I dunno I think this is real, man. It feels real.”
Dustin does what Eddie thought he may never do again. He hugs him. It takes Eddie a second to register, but once he does he hugs back tight. He’s hopeful when they separate.
“I think it’s great. Seriously, you both look really happy. But if you hurt them, Eddie, I’ll get Steve to beat you up.”
Eddie nods with wide eyes.
“Understood.”
“Okay, I have to go apologize,” Dustin sighs.
Eddie watches him disappear to your room. Mike and Will come strolling in. Eddie thanks whatever is out there that they showed after all that.
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“So, we’ve been doin’ this a while now,” Eddie says, head lolling over to look at you.
You’re in your bed, fully clothed. These nights are Eddie’s favorite. Together in bed for the sake of being together in bed and nothing else. Eddie’s hair is splayed out behind him. The singular telephone pole light outside exposes the blush on his cheeks. It makes you smile. You like that you do that to him.
“I s’pose we have,” your voice is soft and quiet.
“D’you maybe wanna make this an official thing?”
He looks shy, nervous. It’s adorable.
“I’d love to be an official thing with you.”
“Metal,” he breathes with a smile.
You chuckle and press a joyful kiss on his lips. When you pull away Eddie can tell you have an idea. Your smile gets this funny little quirk when you get an idea.
“Since we’re an official thing, I guess you should formally meet my father,” you try to sound serious.
Pure confusion crosses Eddie’s face. You gesture to the set up on your dresser. A small urn and some photos. Understanding and then mischief lights up his face. He hops out of bed and stands before the dresser.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Eddie says and bows as if addressing a king.
You let out a little laugh. Then he’s staring tenderly at the photos. One from your third birthday. You're on your father’s lap covered in cake. Another is from one of the times he took you fishing. You’re around six in that particular photo. The final photo shows you at eight. Your father looks so much older despite it only being a few years. He’s paler, thinner, and more tired looking. You’re tucked into bed with him, asleep. Eddie can only assume it's the last photo you took with him.
“You were a cute kid,” he comments adoringly and jumps back into bed.
“What, I’m not cute now?” you tease.
“No, you're unreal now, remember,” he smiles.
You chuckle.
“You’re unreal too, Munson.”
One thing’s for sure, Eddie was right. This official thing is definitely real and it’s definitely it for both of you.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x henderson!reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fic
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breaking down the members of the batfam:
bruce wayne (emotionally repressed autistic dad/tired but loving/"i'd die for you. ask me to die for you.")
alfred pennyworth (beloved grandfather and backbone of the house/"cool you were in the circus too alfie?" "a different type of circus master richard"/the most flexible on the whole no killing rule thing)
dick grayson (embarrassing "stay silly" older brother/eldest child/self-titled "bruce's little angel")
barbara gordon (adopted bruce more than he adopted her/this family would not survive without her it support/only one who knows how to work the router)
jason todd (the try hard wanna be cool accidentally cool but not in the way he meant brother)
tim drake (gifted child syndrome overachiever middle-child-and-mentally-ill-about-it bisexual nerd)
damian wayne (asshole baby man with a heart of absolute gold and a closet full of swords/tiny and feral/why does he have so many swords??)
stephanie brown (the goldilocks of the family/showed up one day and refused to leave/heartbreaker/know-nothing know-it-all, "get your feet of the furniture, stephanie")
cassandra cain (the darling daughter/autistic queen/"cuddled nicely" and "bit my ass" rolled into one/don't look directly at her too long or you'll fall in love)
duke thomas ("finally someone normal around here"/"oh no he's just as bad"/the day shift/probably does way too many light related puns)
selina kyle ("hot milfs in your area"/bruce's lover on the down low that literally everyone knows about/enamored by his autistic swagger/not married to bruce but would take the kids in the event of divorce)
kate kane (fucking rad lesbian wine aunt/kicker of ass, spoiler of nephews and nieces)
harper row ("alfred where did this punk child come from?"/"SHE'S GOTTA GUN"/best music taste out of any of them/once turned a lawn mower into a drag car/it was awesome)
lucius fox (other grandpa/ twead wearing dad/"bruce you need to pay your taxes"/"bruce getting shot point blank in the back is not advisable"/"bruce the hague tends to frown on child soldiers")
lucas fox (conceivably he should be smarter than getting mixed up in all this/still got mixed up in all this/"don't you think batwings a little too...on the nose?" "says the guy that calls himself batman")
helena bertinelli (cranky cousin that is beloved by a few and feared by all/"why doesn't her boyfriend have a face?"/"SHE'S GOTTA CROSSBOW!")
harley quinn (bisexual vodka aunt that's really just bruce's friend from college/has invited herself over for every hanukkah ever since finding out bruce is jewish too)
#batfam#batman#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#dick grayson#barbara gordon#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#duke thomas#selina kyle#kate kane#harper row#lucius fox#lucas fox#helena bertinelli#harley quinn#dc comics#swift-tricker's posts
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This is probably going to make some people mad, but if you're mad about this then you're probably part of the problem. Coming from a bisexual that grew up rural, and hates city living, city lgbtq+ people have been some of the most insensitive and self-righteous people I've spoken to regarding rural lgbtq+ folks issues.
Now, before I really get into this, this is NOT me saying city lgbtq+ people don't face discrimination or oppression to some degree. That is not what this post is. This post is addressing rural lgbtq+ folk, what we face and how many of us are tired of trying to explain to city lgbtq+ that not all of us want to live a city life.
For many rural lgbtq+ folk, staying in the closet 100% and avoiding discussion on lgbtq+ issues is the safest option. It is a sad reality, and one I do hold out some hope will change. Regardless, I am tired of city lgbtq+ people trying to give us the same "solutions" when we talk about our experiences. (Keep in mind the following examples of things myself and other rural lgbtq+ folk have been told are from a primarily American perspective.)
"Why don't you move further north? The south is too homophobic." "Why don't you move to a bigger city?" "Why don't you move to a blue state?" "Why don't you move to a different country?"
Here is the thing: City life is NOT for everybody, and running from places that are currently unsafe for lgbtq+ folk will NOT solve our problems! There will always be lgbtq+ folk living in rural areas. Believe it or not, many of us love our rural locations (not the people, but the place). I don't think many city lgbtq+ people realize that making a huge move isn't the solution they think it is.
That being said, rural lgtbq+ folk, we need to start connecting with each other more. The best thing we can do is help ourselves, and that means a few things. We need to communicate among ourselves, stay updated on significant politically driven events in our small towns and become more active in our towns' politics. This means running for elections (there are SO many smaller elections that can make significant impact that doesn't get enough attention), and voting. Start using rural lgbtq+ tags on social media so that we can all connect better.
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Poly! Yizhan x Reader: Charmer
A/n: Could be read as the next part of ✨DRAMA✨ or as an individual story. This just has an established relationship between Idol! Reader and Idol/Actor Yibo. The reader is a KQ girl group member.
⚠️There's a lil bit of smut, so beware.
Summary: You've known your boyfriend was bisexual. But what will you do when you find out Xiao Zhan is actually his ex and the guy is now flirting with you, even though he knows you're dating Yibo. He says he doesn't want to take you from him, then what is his motive?
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"My girlfriend speaks CHINESE?!" Yibo exclaimed at his manager who was equally shocked as yours.
"Babe! We've been dating for 4 months! Howcome, you don't know that?!! I literally have Chinese members!" You said laughing.
"THEN WHY DID YOU NEVER TALK TO ME IN CHINESE?" He asked in chinese this time.
"Because it's weak and I don't use it much, but Wooyoung did tell you once." You said
"I thought he was joking" he said protesting.
The two managers shook their heads at your bickering.
"NOW NOW!" your manager brought your attention back to them "As we were speaking, China isn't like Korea, here we can manage the crowd and use means to not let news spread. But there it would be impossible. So?"
"We lay low" you said as you leaned into Yibo, who held you close.
"We don't want people to know unnecessarily so you'll be at your home" he pointed at Yibo and then pointed to me and said "you'll stay at a hotel, but. You can sneak in and out, we'll keep that option for you" his manager winked, as yours shook his head.
"We'll be leaving in a month, to start practice, script reading and costumes" your manager had told you.
"So basically I can't kiss you on set" Yibo pouted, you walked over to him and kissed him, your intention was for a peck, but you felt his strong hands immediately pulls you into him, closer until your bodies were smushed against each other. You feel him engulf your lower lip and suck on it as you complied with his intentions and gave in. His lips soon detached from your lips and attacked your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly and assaulting it, he inspected the area after giving it a satisfying hickey.
"You can't do that there!" You said
"I can only imagine how good you'll look in a Hanfu. How am I supposed to control myself?" He said tucking his head in the crook of your neck, rubbing his nose in a line, up your neck, as a shaky breath left your lips.
You both parted ways as you left the plane in Beijing. He left through his assigned door as you left yours, after waiting 2 hours in the airport. Yes you could have left on two different flights but Yibo insisted on either of you waiting. You walked out of the gate and were swarmed by body guards. You waved at your fans who cheered you on.
You reached the hotel and crashed on the bed as your phone rang, "Yes?" You asked
"Reached safely?" Your boyfriend asked.
"Mhm"
"Tired?" He asked
"Very" you mumbled
"Get something to eat first and then rest, I'll see you tomorrow morning before practice, okay?" He said
"Yeeeaaaa" you said and ordered some food before getting a shower.
You brought out the script as you dried your hair with your towel. Damn the directors are bolder this time. There are literally kiss scenes, you had one. You've already watched Yibo kiss another girl for acting, but you didn't know how you'd feel with the idea of his bring close to a guy in that sense. You'll meet the other cast today, you're actually looking forward to meeting Xiao Zhan and Liu Haikuan, they have been your favourite cast since back in the days.
It was not early in the morning (if you can call it that) when you heard your phone ring "Hello?" You said groggily.
"Babe. Open the door" you heard your boyfriend's voice.
"When you said you'll see me in the morning I had actually expected it to be after sunrise" you said as you walked to the door to open it. You felt his hands instantly push you inside and pull you to him, he held you close with one hand and used the other to lock the door.
"The thought of you being here but not beside me was killing me" he whispered.
"Your down bad" you said patting him
"You're worth it" he said pulling you into a loving kiss. You pulled him to bed and the two of you got cosy and fell asleep in each other's arms.
"Are you excited to meet Xiao Zhan again?" You asked Yibo as he ate his toast.
"Um.. I-I I-" he fumbled "I gotta tell you something, babe" he looked at you.
"What happened" you left trying to tie your hair and sat beside him, his eyes were glossy. "Baby whats wrong?" You asked
"I am- Zhan ge and I had a thing, like-" he started.
"Like a ritual?" You tried to help him, but he shook his head
"No I mean we um-" he stuttered again and then you got it.
"Oh my god!! Don't tell me you're saying what I think you're saying! Yizhan was real?" You asked
"What? Yes" he said looking down
"Are you bisexual?" You asked and he nodded "Ok. It's okay. I'm glad you told me" you said holding his hand.
"You're not angry?" He asked
"No. Surprised yes, but not angry" you said smiling and pecked his cheek. As he pulled you into a hug.
"I get it, it's nerve wracking to having to shoot with your ex" you patted his back "But you can do this Bobo" as he nodded. So, finally, after kissing all over your face and neck he left. You smiled at yourself and at the thought of your boyfriend. Soon, you started getting ready. You can't act intimately on the set, but you can't act unacquainted as well because it's a fact that you've done a drama together. So, it's friends. Hardly did you know what was waiting for you.
You entered the set greeting everyone with your manager. Your eyes landed on Yibo who smiled and waved at you as you waved back. You introduced yourself and were immediately swarmed by Zheng Fanxing (Lan Sizhui), Qi Peixing (Jin Ling) and Ji li (Nie Huisang). You looked around and found Xiao Zhan looking at you, did he smirk? Must be my imagination you thought as you spoke to them about the directors and scenes. You were playing Lan Sizhui's love interest, Nie Mingjue's daughter. So most of your scenes were with the juniors and Nie Huisang. Soon the directors came and welcomed everyone. That day you all practiced greeting, and bowing and talking politely. After lunch you ran a few scenes.
You were excited for the new day, Yibo had spent the night and left in the morning. This was the day for dresses, your character is supposed to wear Grey and blue. When you were all dressed up, you left the room to show the others. Fanxing, Ji Li and Peixing started clapping and cat calling, you found Xiao Zhan walking towards you he walked up to you and bowed "Hello, Nie Gunia, you look wonderful today" you immediately bowed back and said "You flatter me, Master Wei" you felt nervous. There was something in his aura, that intimidated you. And he walked walked away. You heard your phone notification
Bobo sent a message:
Baby you look ravishing.
🥵😘😘
-You look so handsome
-I can't believe I am seeing you in this outfit!!!
Someone's EXCITED
-Shut up
And you looked at him to find him looking at you. Your manager cleared his throat and you immediately looked away. Unknowing you two, a pair of eyes were already on you two. During practice Fanxing (Lan Sizhui), Peixing (Jin Ling) and Guocheng (Jingyi) helped you alot and you were actually having fun running lines with them and Ji li occasionally. There came a scene when Xiao Zhan held your hand to protect you from a corpse and it took everything inside Yibo not to pull you away from the man he almost dropped his character.
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1st day of shoot
You had your make up and dress up done and were waiting for the others to step out when Xiao Zhan walked up to you and you greeted him, he was still in his regular clothes. "You seem nervous" he said. "I still get the 1st day chills" you said "like even after performing so many times I still feel giddy before I step up on stage". "Well I do too, both actually so I understand" he said. "You? Impossible" you said. "No really. I'm human too" he said. This moment talking to him, you had forgotten all the past smugness, this seemed and felt real. His bunny smile felt real and you felt blessed to have seen it in person. Fanxing and Peixing soon left the make up room as Xiao Zhan greeted them and walked in. Gosh you almost hurt your neck to look up to him, literally. When you walked on to the set you found Yibo there waiting for you, well he said he just wanted to get the feel of the series back before his parts came up. "All the best" he told everyone, while passing you with a smile. One by one the scenes were being done. Your stylists running and fixing your make up and hair often. Sometime among this Yibo also got dressed. "You look good" you tell him in korean, "Yeah I get that a lot" he replied smugly and you shook your head.
Later in your hotel room as you lied down you received Yibo's call. "Hey baobao" he said making you blush you still weren't used to it even after all these months. "How was the rest of the shoot?" you asked as your group was done earlier. "It was not awkward, me and Zhan ge actually cleared the air. He was actually praising you, your accent and stuff" he teased. "What about you though?" You asked. "You look really pretty in them. But that Fanxing (Lan Sizhui) better keep his hands to himself" he said with his gremlin smile. "Gave you some deja vu?" You laughed, ne he wasn't necessarily jealous as you have worked on the same drama with different love interests. "You're still wearing make up?" He asked noticing now, "Yeah I came in just an hour ago, me and the other juniors went for dinner first" you said and watched Yibo pout. "Why are you pouting?!" You asked, "they can hangout with you like that, I can't even hold your hand in public" he said and you laughed at his cuteness.
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3 weeks into filming
"Ssup?" You heard the voice and almost got shocked, you were early to set and were waiting while reading your script, Zhan's voice startled you. It was one of your first scenes with him and Yibo today and you were excited. "I'm excited to finally meet the infamous Wei Ying" you said. "Hey, you meet him everyday almost" he said with a charming smile, that almost (ALMOST) made you blush. "Not this way, like directly, you won't understand" you said. "I wish I would" he said and walked off not before passing you a wink.
"What was that?" Guocheng (Jingyi) asked. "What?" You said. "Zhan gege was flirting with you!" He said excitedly. "No he was just being friendly" you said. "Yeah yeah of course you'd say that, you only have eyes for Yibo" he said. Your eyes went wide "WHAT?" you asked. "What? You don't have a crush on Yibo?" He said with a face that said he wasn't even joking. "Who doesn't" you said brushing it off and running away with a sigh of relief when your stylist called for your turn.
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"Master Wei, Hanguang Jun" you said bowing, as they bowed back. "Sizhui, report" Yibo said in his deep Lan Zhan tone. "Hanguang Jun, there are walking corpses all around, they seemed to be quite potent but not under control or anything" he said. "CUT" the director shouted. As all of you sighed in relief and walked off to the nearby chairs.
Yibo, Zhan ge and Fanxing literally picked up their skirts calling it ventilation, they all had shorts inside, so did you but it wasn't appropriate now was it. So, you sat there struggling in the humid weather, fanning yourself with the portable fan, suddenly your felt more breeze. You turned to see literally 2 more fans pointed at you. Zhan ge and Yibo, "Guys I'm fine" you said. "It's okay" two said at a time. At a distance you see Guocheng giving you a knowing smirk and you glared at him.
You were anxious for the next scene, this was your first fight scene, even though you've done these back in Korea, but this is the first with a sword. And you were excited, you have practiced a lot. As the director gave his queue you and your opponent started. And after 3 takes you were finally satisfied. And you hung from the harness, Fanxing who was also beside you asked "So how was it?". "I loved it" you said and he laughed at your excitement. You were given rest for the rest of the day. You went to get your make up off when you noticed your manager not where he generally stays, you checked your phone and found hid text.
-Y/n, please get a cab to the hotel, I have to handle some emergencies.
"oh damn" you cursed. "Where's manager nim?" Yibo asked and you showed him your screen and he said "It's okay I'll drop you".
"Something wrong?" You heard Peixing ask and you explained your situation. "But Yibo's house is in the opposite direction, I on the other hand would pass through there. Come Y/n I'll give you a ride. Yibo could go home and rest" he said. "But-" Yibo tried to protest but his manager stopped him and you were left with no other choice. You got into the passenger's seat of Zhan ge's car and he smiled at you before driving away.
"I must say I'm a huge fan of your group and your acting. Loved the music style it's so different that the other gurl groups of your time." He said. "We try, it's all thanks to the pd-nims" you said. "You write songs too, don't you?" He asked. "Yeah" you shyly said "I have a habit of carrying my equipment everywhere" you added. "I know how it is" he said with this charming smile, your heart skilled a beat and you internally regretted, get a grip Y/n. "Yeah the activities need to keep going" you said. "Did you eat something? I'm hungry, let's get some ____ (your favourite snack)?" He said and You nodded. Gosh you were really hoping to get to the hotel soon, Yibo might be waiting there. He went through a drive through and ordered. "So, what about you and Yibo?" He asked, his eyes said he has been dying to ask this question. "W-what about us?" You asked, shit you stuttered. "Aren't you dating?" He asked "C'mon we're friends now right". "No we're good friends" you said even saying that sounded wrong, but duty calls. "Really? But your eyes say otherwise" he said looking dead into your eyes. You tried to get something out of your mouth but nothing came, so you resorted to advert your eyes and take a bit of your food.
When you reached you bowed and thanked Zhan ge "You don't have to bow you know" he said. "It's a habit" you said and bid him bye and walked inside. You rushed to your room, opening it to find your man waiting. He stood up as soon as saw you he stood up. He didn't see you that much this week, outside shoot. You jumped onto him and he caught you as he pulled you as close as he could. "I missed you baobao" he said. "Me too babe" you said. And you crashed your lips onto his, him immediately reacting to them like it was second nature. He shoved his tongue inside your mouth as he put you down on the bed and climbed on top of you all without breaking away the kiss. You grabbed him tight against yourself as he tilted his head to gain better access. He finally broke away and immediately attacked your neck with kisses careful to not leave marks. You pushed him off yourself and climbed on him and pulled him by the neck and kissed him eagerly, pouring all your feelings for him in the kiss, you undid his buttons and peppered kisses, he moaned as you kitten locked his nipple, you knew he liked it and gosh did you love to hear his moans as one of his hand was on your neck and the other gripping the sheets. He pulled off your top in one go and felt you up and you kept abusing his neck and nipples additionally grinding onto him, making both of you moan. You felt him hard against your core and knew you were wet as well. You kissed your way down. And lets say the two of you were soon moaning messes. You ended up cuddling naked and going to sleep.
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"I can't believe how you call them the boys, like how you refer to us as the girls" Nix, your group member said, her pout visible through the screen.
"Oh come on, are you really jealous of the Juniors?" You said laughing. You laughed, "But actually today, even Yibo, Zhang ge and Haikuan ge were there" and the girls 'awed'.
"Is it just me or isn't Xiao Zhan to cozy with you, he and Yibo literally follow you around" Aera pointed out. "Now it's justified for Yibo, he's your boyfriend but Xiao Zhan" Nix shook her head "Even in the leaked photos, his eyes are mostly on you" she added but you brushed her off. "It could just be the moment, any ways, I'm returning the day after tomorrow for the festivals and cons. I miss Soojin's food." You said. "I'll make you a good meal" Soojin said from across the screen, and you smiled. "Will Yibo stay there?" Nix asked and you nodded.
Later that night
-I heard you're leaving for Korea -xz
Yeah :) got group schedules. I'll be back in a month tho.
-The set will be empty without you.
Please, you'll hardly notice me gone.
-Not true
:)))
It was strange, he could have written that in the group chat, but you shrugged and went to sleep. The next afternoon you walked in and found Yibo, Zhan and Yubin laughing at something, you felt happy to see his playfulness come back. You were almost worried about leaving him here alone. Thank god he's warming back up.
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Back In Korea
"You're joking!" Aera said as you and her went back to the dorm, she came to pick you up, it was great to get your leader alone, you needed to talk to her alone and this was secretive stuff.
"I swear" you said, she sat for a moment still trying to wrap her head around this new info. "That makes him Bisexual, right?" She asked and you nodded "Maybe Xiao Zhan is too" she said. "I doubt it, he must be gay, and no he doesn't flirt with me, he's just friendly". "But Y/n was it okay to leave him there alone while you're miles away?" She said. "We do it all the time, what do you mean?" You asked. "Yeha but you don't leave each other with the other's ex's all the time, said ex who seems to be a smooth flirt" she said. "No. He would never do that to me. And even if he does" he stopped and sighed "We'll see". "More like me and girls will whoop his ass" she said with her fists in the air.
You and Yibo talked almost every other day, when you weren't half dead from practice. The Juniors video call you from the set often to tell you how much they miss you. They even watched your kpop festival performance and made a video of them cheering sending them to you and congratulating you on your performances. Xiao Zhan also texted you often, telling you how great you looked and did or random things that happened at set, or how Yibo messed up or he did and one teased the other.
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You were excited to go back to China, you missed your boyfriend to pieces. So much that you went straight to set to meet him. You saw him do a scene and stood in the side lines. As the director yelled "Cut", a few staff came up to talk to the actirs on scene, namely Him, The Juniors and Zhan with Yubin at a corner. You walked up to them and Yibo's eyes lit up and without even realising you ran into his arms and he hugged you back. "Your back" he said, in his Lan Zhan voice and you giggled, suddenly realising what you did, but you kept your calm. You released and went on to hug each of the juniors who welcomed you with open arms, Yubin you side hugged you and Xiao Zhan, who gave you a warm engulfing hug. You couldn't help but get lost in his scent, his own mixed with the scent of his colon. You snapped yourself out and pulled away.
They all told you how much they missed you and Zhan suggested for all of you to go for dinner, they all insisted and you agreed. You noticed how playful Yibo has gotten teasing Zhan ge. You smiled seeing him happy in his element. The dinner was fun as always, you sat with Yibo on one side and Zhan on another, both constantly making you laugh. At a point Yibo's leg brushed against you and you let it there for a while. Yibo and decided to 'drop' you at your hotel. All of you went to your different ways. You two discreetly walked inside the hotel, he ripped off your mask and attacked your lips with his. "I missed you" he said and hugged you tight.
He told all different things that happened, things that reminded him of you and how much he missed you. How much he wanted to be there and watch you perform and how everyone was in awe for your performance. You told him about the new idols you met and the groups you watched. And you ended up cuddling and talking until you two drifted off.
Shooting the next segments was fun as they were mostly outdoor segments. China was a beautiful country and shooting and seeing new places was fun. You were a lot closer with the others too, and being away from the main city gave you and Yibo a lot of time to sneak around.
Zhan, Yibo and you went on coffee. "One (Your favourite drink other), One Americano and One Iced Latte" Yibo said, at the counter and you were surprised for him to know both of your and Zhan's orders by heart. Yours was quite obvious as he brought you coffee quite often but- You didn't think much. The three of you immediately got engrossed in a conversation, about the new advertisement campaigns these two were doing, they did a lot of these when they did the first season, when they were dating. You smiled and wondered if you could ever get there? In a campaign with your boyfriend. "What's wrong Y/n?" Zhan asked and you shook your head "Nothing, I was just thinking about the script" you said and smiled.
You looked at the time and cursed "My next scene is scheduled next, I better go, see you both later" you said and walked back to the set, some people looking at you as you passed, of course they did, you were wearing a full-fledged hanfu.
"How dare you?" You said and pulled out your sword, pointing it at the other guy's neck, "Let it go, Y/n. He's not worth it" Fanxing said, and you gripped your sword tighter, eyes never leaving the man "I'm sorry Gunia, I didn't know" he man kept pleading. "huh" you mocked and put down your sword and turned around, making sure the long sleeves flip as you do so. And walked away pushing Peixing. "Cut" the director yelled. "That was so good Y/n" Peixing said, "you looked like you'd really kill him" he said and suddenly you heard laughter. You all looked toward the vanity and found Yibo and Zhan messing around and laughing as Yibo hit him with his long sleeves. "Thank God they are back like how they used to be" Peixing said. And then it hit you like they used to, back then, when they were dating? Are you missing something? Was Aera! No. He would never.
They both stayed back, that is where he stays, it's too convenient, be careful Y/n. The voices rang in your head. Was that the reason why Zhan was so friendly with you? Was that his motive all along. You breathed in and out. No, you can't jump into conclusions. You needed to calm down.
"Y/n, are you okay?" You heard Guocheng's voice. "Yeah? Yeah, I'm absolutely fine" you said pulling a smile. "Really" he asked, his face said he saw through you, but you nodded your head.
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However, your world came crashing down on you 3 days from then, when you walked into the wrong vanity and found Zhan holding Yibo's hand hus word "I still do love you Yibo", and the reply came "I know, I- Y/n?" Yibo's eyes went to you and he pulled away his hand. "Y/n baobao, it's not what it looks like" he rushed after you. "Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That" you said. "Y/n please listen" Zhan followed him, approachung you from the other side and you put the prop sword in your hand on his chest, keeping him at a distance. "I don't want a word from either of you. I trusted you Yibo, I thought you'd tell me if you ever felt something like this. I know I'm nothing like him and you could always love him. But, at least I deserved honesty!" You said tears in your eyes. "Y/n it's not-" Yibo started but you cut him off. "Save it. Don't ever show me your face outside the set" you said and walked away.
"That bastard, I'm booking a flight right now" Aera said. As you cried and your members were teary eyed too. "No, don't be stupid, you still have your Show to conduct" you said. "We cannot leave you like this okay" Soojin said. "Then I'll go" Nix volunteered "I'll accompany Y/n unnie and visit home later" she shrugged. "You don't have to do this for me please-" you were cut off. "NONSENSE SHE'S GOING THAT'S FINAL, SHE'LL BE IN THE FIRST FLIGHT TO BEIJING CITY" Aera said and you lied down having your member would of course feel better. And that happened the next evening when you reached your hotel, you ran into Nix's arms, you didn't have shooting but other side projects that came along with this project.
"I'm so sorry you have to go through this. When do you have to shoot next?" She asked. "Tomorrow" you deadpanned. "It's okay, I'll fend them off, I'll stick to you like gum" she assured.
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Hence, the next day Nix went with you, she was true to her word. When Yibo tried to approach you, she stared him down to a point be couldn't even walk close to you and so was Xiao Zhan. They both knew that you weren't going to listen to either of them. And a week went, Yibo came to your room a couple of times, but was driven away by Nix. Even his manager tried to call you but your manager helped you in making it stop. Meanwhile you felt like crying even when you looked at him, doing the scenes were so tough. Even the others noticed how you seemed off all the time.
You were angry in Yibo for cheating on you, but you also felt cheated by Zhan, as you knew he flirted with you but found him professing his love for Yibo. You were angry at yourself for letting this happen to even have intrusive thoughts of Zhan. You were cursing yourself for even trusting these two men.
A week went by, you were feeling much better, you managed to not feel like crying and stopped having bad dreams. Nix had to go back and so she went home, though your members didn't want you to be alone so Aera and Soojin video called you. You heard the bell ring and you bid them farewell thinking it was your room service. You opened the door to see the last person you expected it to be.
"Please let me in" he pleaded, looking deep into your eyes. His eyes were screaming at you and you did, you moved aside letting him in and closing the door.
"5 mins" you said looking straight at Xiao Zhan. "Okay, what you thought was wrong, Yibo wasn't cheating on you per say" he said. "Did he send you here to spew all this bullshit?! You didn't even know" You asked him sheeting in anger. "I knew you two were dating and Yibo doesn't even know I'm here. But please trust me I wasn't trying to snatch your boyfriend from you" he said. "Really?! Cause it seemed to be like that was your intention to get me to be comfy with you and then you take him away" you said. "NO NO. I WOULD NEVER.-" he was cut off by you. "You left me alone, you took him away! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU" you said. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! ONLY THING I DID WAS TO LOVE YOU!" he said. "Excuse me what?! Are you tryna two time us or something?! Weren't you telling Yibo you love him? The fuck is wrong with you?" You said. "Yibo loves you" he said and you scoffed but he went on saying "but he loves me too. I knew I was still in love with him but the more I saw you, the more I fell for you too". "What do you even-" but he stopped you and continued. "I didn't want to break you, I wanted to be a part of you too. And don't even lie two, I see the way you looked towards me how your body acted towards me" he said and put his palm on your cheek, you tried to flinch but you couldn't, he caught you. "We both love you so much. But, it depends on you. If you say yes we could give it a try, but if you say no, I'll walk away, please don't leave Yibo, he's lost without you. I am too, but it's essential for me that the two of you aren't hurt." He said and tears stung your eyes, you fisted your palms and hit his chest as you broke into more tears and hit your face in his chest. You couldn't hold it in any longer. It's true your own head has been a mess. And now things looked clear but were you really up to this.
"Please say something. I swear we can figure this out. Please" he said he pleaded, you look up to see that even his eyes were red it's that you noticed tear stains. "I need time" you finally said pulling away. And wiped your own tears "leave" you instructed and he did wordlessly with his head down.
The past few days were gloomy on the set nobody talked much, laughed much. You three weren't seen together for over a week. People were talking a lot. You on the other hand were running late the next day, having been thinking the whole night and not getting any sleep. No you've never cared what people said but can what he said really happen? And you looked up on the internet to see there have been many in the past and are still there. It's not something odd or unlikely. You thought back to Yibo to all those memories and Zhan, could you really give it a try. This thing Zhan suggested.
You were still contemplating when you were buying coffee, later at noon, if you should do it. And you finally did it, you walked to the vanity of the two main protagonists and pulled the door open and entered startling both the men inside. Both silent, almost forgot to breathe, watching every move you make. You simply walked up and took a seat on the couch, placing the three coffees, on the table and smiling at the cups.
It's as if Yibo knew what you were thinking, he rushed to hug you the impact, sent you both backwards falling on the couch, you could see tears in his eyes. "I thought I lost you, I thought you'd never see me again. Oh God! Y/n I missed you baobao" he kept on rambling, it was actually the first time he was so vulnerable in front of you. It was almost to a different level. You slowly sat up with him still attached to you, you looked up at Zhan who looked at you with a faint smile. You were holding and patting Yibo with one hand, you extended your free hand and signalled him to join you both and he literally rushed in to hug the two of you. You thought you'd feel strange but you didn't, you strangely felt at ease after a long time. "I don't know how this works but I'm willing to give this a try and see how this works" you said and immediately felt two pairs of lips on both of your cheeks and closed your eyes feeling a blush creep unto your face. "I love you" the two said almost in sync, "I love you Yibo and Zhan ge, I realised how much I fell for you even though my feelings for Yibo were intact. How much you meant to me, how much I missed you. And how much this thought excited me." You confessed.
Life came back to the set in no time. Currently you were giggling at how your hair was flying every time you did jumps on the harness. You were literally laughing as you hung while Peixing and Fanxing were laughing standing below along with Yibo and Zhan ge.
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The three of you went to get coffee together like before. Sometimes dinner, it was one such day that you finally got the courage to invite them to your room. "We don't have shoot tomorrow right so, do you wanna come upstairs, watch a movie or something?" You said. And they agreed, they both let you choose a movie and you put on a studio ghibli movie. "Come here" Zhan ge said, patting at the place between him and Yibo. You laid on Zhan's arm as Yibo engulfs both of you with his arms. It was comfortable, being there with the two you loved. Their smell was intoxicating to you, and you felt bold, you contemplated if you should act on your impulse and your impulse won. You placed a kiss on Zhan and then on Yibo.
Yibo took no time to immediately connect your lips to his, moaning into your mouth as if he's been dying to do it. He pulled away and held your chin turning it towards Zhan. Who looked towards your eyes as if looking for permission which you granted and he placed his lip on you it was soft at first, but you lightly bit his lip and he moaned when you felt Yibo's lips on your exposed neck, leaving kisses. You felt two sets of hands roaming your body and it turned you more on. You pulled away and ducked down, pushing their faces towards each other, their kiss was hot and filled with want. Suddenly, Yibo pulled away and pulled you up in a sitting position so as you were on his lap but facing Zhan. You felt Yibo's member against your clothed ass, as he pulled down the shoulder of your shoulder to gain better access and Zhan kissed you, holding onto your waist, as he made you grind onto Yibo. Yibo reached out one hand slinding down to your core other to Zhan's and you both moaned in each other's mouth.
Soon Yibo picked you up and laid you down on the bed. "May I?" Yibo asked, holding onto your top, and you nodded. "You both too" you said and in one pull both pulled out of their t-shirts. Damn, it was like you were in bed with two gods. Fine body, and their smell was clogging your brain. You were pushed down as you felt a pair of lips on your chest, looking down to find Zhan and then a pair between your legs kissing your inner thighs. "Fuck" you cursed, you knew you were done for.
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"I've been dreading this day" you heard Zhan say. "What's wrong?" You asked. "It's that scene today"Yibo said and then you realised it was the day your little kiss scene with Fanxing was scheduled. "Trust me, I have faced worse" Yibo declared, remember the other time he had to witness you deeply kiss your love interest.
"He better not lay a hand on you" Zhan said. "It's just acting gege" you said and got ready for the scene. The scene is simple, you fall on top of Sizhui and your lips touch for a moment.
Yibo laughed as he watched Xiao Zhan watch you do the scene. "This Fanxing is having too much fun" "Was it supposed to be this long" "At times I wished your sword was real". To all Yibo responded with "It's okay" "Calm down" "It's acting".
You on the other hand had to do the same scene 4 times, half way by the second Yibo had walked off taking Zhan with him. "Oh god really?" You said as you laughed and took the piece of nugget into your nugget into your mouth that Zhan ge was holding for you. "Yeah, I had to hold him down" Yibo said rolling laughter.
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The promotions were fun #Yizhan/n has been trending, since you started going from city to city. Watching the fans fangirling over the boys was something. It was your first time giving interviews in chinese, without your members and you were nervous. Whenever a question was thrown at you and your face went blank Yibo knew and would rush to your ear to explain it in Korea, you didn't even had to ask.
You were sitting in your room sitting and scrolling through your private twitter account, seeing what the fans have been posting when a tweet thread caught your eye.
You smiled and clicked on the thread. It was filled with various comments.
It was true that Xiao Zhan travels ALOT, but it's also true he has been visiting alot. Yibo has always been on both sides, but the three of you try to take time out for each other, as 2 or sometimes as 3. Try to spend time even if it is on a video call. And that the three of you often went out, cause it's difficult and not always all three can be at the same place so you try even if its any 2 at the time. You often get insecure and the two always give you assurance. "We found what we were missing the last time. It was like something was missing" Yibo said. "Yeah like there was a missing piece. And It's you, Y/n" Zhan said. "You completed us" Yibo said. But you shook your head and said "in the end we all complete each other. It's us three, that's it" and the two kissed your cheek and you felt all your insecurities melt away.
You were smiling to yourself while sipping coffee and reading comments when one comment caught your eye and you choked.
Imagine? Well. You though.
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IT’S AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY!!!!
FELLOW AROSPECS, YOU ARE SEEN AND LOVED AND SO SO SO VALID
HAVE A FIC
825 words of discussions and fluff <3 And everyone's here!
Hyrule: aro/ace, nonbinary, they/them
Wild: aro/ace, genderfluid, he/him today
Sky: polyamorous and bisexual, he/she
Twilight: bisexual, demiboy, he/they
Time: only loves Malon, asexual, agender, xe/xem
Wind: too baby for romance yet but becoming interested, bisexual probably, genderqueer, no pronouns
Four: pansexual and also somewhere on the aro/ace spectrums, genderqueer, she/xe/they
Legend: aro/ace, transfem, they/she
Warriors: gay, grey-aromantic, demisexual, trans man, he/him
“And then she showed me the coolest fruit I’ve ever seen!” Hyrule said, hands thrown out as they recounted their story.
The chain was sitting in a circle around the fire as they recounted their days. After a long week staying in a town to rid the area of monsters, they decided to have one last day in the town to stock up on supplies then head into the woods for the night. They were all far too tired of socializing with anyone but each other.
Four, Wind, and Wild were sitting together playing some sort of dice game Wind found in town as they listened to the conversation. Time was next to Four, watching the game out of the corner of his eye and seconds away from joining in. Sky and Twilight were sitting on a log with their arms pressed together, wrapped in Sky’s sailcloth and Twilight’s pelt. Legend, Warriors, and Hyrule were on the ground, legs crossed and knees brushing against each other.
“We shared it and it was so good! She said it was her favorite fruit. I think it might be my favorite fruit now, too,” Hyrule said.
Sky raised her eyebrows with a smirk and shared a glance with Twilight. Twilight could barely hold back a giggle, and had to hide it behind his fist.
“She was really cool,” Hyrule finished. They leaned back on their hands and stared at the fire with a dopey smile on their face.
Warriors chuckled and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Sounds like you really liked her,” he said.
“I did. I almost wish we could go back into town tomorrow,” Hyrule said. Then, they froze, their eyebrows furrowed, and they slowly leaned forward as the realization hit.
“I’ve never wanted to go to a town before,” Hyrule said slowly. Their voice was slightly distressed. The others looked up from their game in concern, but Sky, Warriors, and Twilight were smiling so no one was too concerned.
“Why do I want to go back? Why do I feel so fluttery talking about her? Did she curse me?” Hyrule frantically turned to Warriors and grabbed onto his arm. “Am I cursed?”
Warriors laughed as he gently pulled Hyrule’s hands from their intense grip on his arm. “You’re not cursed, Rulie. Sounds like you might be attracted to her.”
Hyrule’s expression turned even more confused. “What? Really? But… I’m ace! And aromantic? This has never happened to me before!”
“Malon is the only person I’ve ever felt any kind of attraction toward,” Time said.
The color drained from Hyrule’s face. They very, very slowly turned to look at Time. “Do I… have to… marry this girl?”
“That’s not-” Time began.
“I’m not ready for marriage!” Hyrule exclaimed.
“Woah, Rulie, calm down. You don’t have to marry anyone if you don’t want to,” Warriors said. He was trying his best to be calm for Hyrule, but internally he was giggling. He had the same reaction, once.
“Ignore the old man,” Legend said.
“Good advice,” Four mumbled, still focused on the dice. Wild nodded in agreement. Time sent Four a glare, which she resolutely ignored. Wind stifled a laugh behind a hand.
“What Time was trying to say,” Warriors continued, “Is if you can feel attraction only sometimes you’re aromantic or asexual. It’s a spectrum. I’m aroace but I’ve still felt attraction to a few men.”
“So… what do I do about it?” Hyrule asked.
“That’s the fun part. You don’t have to do anything about it,” Warriors said. Hyrule’s eyes were wide as he latched onto every word Warriors said.
“Really?” Hyrule asked.
“Yeah, really. You can recognize the feeling, but if you don’t have any desire to act on it, then you don’t have to,” Warriors said.
“I’ve felt attracted to a few people over the years. I did something about it once, but not the other times,” Four added.
“Huh,” Hyrule said. Their gaze fell back to the fire as they considered Warriors’ words. “It was fun for today, but… I don’t think I want to do anything about it.”
“Yeah, sticking with the aro/ace crew!” Wild cheered, giving Hyrule a thumbs up from across camp. Hyrule giggled and returned it.
“Your very first attraction,” Legend said as she slung an arm over Hyrule’s shoulders. “Our little Rulie is all grown up.”
Hyrule laughed and gently shoved them away.
“Ah, I remember the first time I felt attracted to someone,” Sky said dreamily.
“Let me guess,” Twilight said with a grin. “Sun?”
“Pipit, actually. You met him, right?” Sky asked.
The group fell back into amiable chatter as Sky recounted his story. Hyrule leaned back on his arms again and fell into thought. They were jolted out of their mind as Legend put an arm around their shoulders again.
“Hey, you good?” Legend asked.
Hyrule considered, then smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” they said, leaning into Legend’s side. “I’m good.”
#happy pride 🌈#HAPPY AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY#FEEL SEEN FELLOW AROSPECS!!!!!!!!#linked universe#the lu boyos#lu hyrule#lu warriors#lu legend#aromantic#pride month drabbles
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OC Interview: Valerie Hye-jin Li (aka Grandpa V)
Tagged by: @jackiemychoom @therealnightcity & @tarmac-rat! Thanks so much for thinking of me! 🧡
NGL these are some unusual (and not the most serious) interview questions. So, I was trying to think of a scenario in which V would actually answer these questions. (Because mind you, she normally wouldn't and especially not for a total stranger.) Luckily, I know just the reporter… I may have gone a little overboard with this, but I think I just needed something light and fluffy in between all the angst and carnage that I’m currently writing.
The TLDR version is all the way at the bottom under the cut, so if you’d prefer not to read all of this and just want the quick and dirty on the questions. There you are.
This one's kind of old, so I think a lot of folks have been tagged already, but tagging (and as per usual, no pressure): @shimmer-like-agirl @baublekute @vox-monstera @nncc77 @merge-conflict @fly-amanitaa @dani-the-goblin @sp4cedr4g0n
(And no it doesn't have to be a Cyberpunk OC, but if you tag me I'll pop over and read your interview!)
Auntie V by Monique Kutcher
[The scene opens at Red Peaks Trailer Park. Moving closer we get an exterior view of the Kutcher residence before transitioning to the common area inside. Late morning light filters in from the windows. A tired, very bedraggled looking V is sitting in the corner of the booth. She has bedhead, is wearing an oversized t-shirt, lounge shorts, and is nursing her coffee. She takes a sip. Turning toward the hallway we see Monique appear. There is a sparkly unicorn on her pink shirt. She has a fistful of crayons in one hand and a screamsheet along with several blank pieces of paper in the other.]
Monique: (staring awkwardly) Auntie V, are you busy?
V: (fidgeting in her seat. uncomfortable) Um… Not really. Why?
Monique: Can I ask you some questions?
V: (hesitant) What kind of questions?
[Monique moves to sit next to V. Setting down her crayons and paper on the table, Monique shows V the screamsheet she was carrying. It’s an interview article on US Cracks and Kerry Eurodyne from some teen magazine.]
Monique: These. I’m practicing being a media reporter.
V: (blinking in surprise) Uh... Sure? I guess.
Monique: Yay! Okay, first question. What’s your name? Oh, I already know this one.
[Picking up a purple crayon, Monique writes the letter V on one of the blank pieces of paper. It takes up most of the page. After jotting that down she squints at the magazine. Concentrating.]
Monique: How tall are you?
V: 5’ 3”.
[Switching to a green crayon, Monique writes the number 53 on the page. She squints some more at the magazine.]
Monique: (trying to sound out the word she’s reading) Ge– What does that word say?
V: Gender? Female. I’d say I’m a girl.
Monique: But you don’t like the color pink?
V: Not really. Not all girls like pink.
Monique: (nodding sagely) But you do like purple. That’s my favorite color.
V: Yeah. I do like purple.
[Monique writes the word girl in yellow crayon before trying to read the next question off the magazine.]
Monique: Um… What’s that word?
V: Orientation. I’m bisexual.
Monique: What does that mean?
V: I like girls and boys.
Monique: I do to. Though sometimes Dorian and Alex are mean to me when we’re playing.
V: That’s not… Nevermind. (muttering) I'll leave that one to your Mom and Uncle.
[V picks up the purple and pink crayon and draws a little bisexual pride flag on the corner of Monique’s notes. The colors aren’t quite right.]
V: …What’s your next question? Nationality/Ethnicity? Born and raised in Night City, but I’m half Korean, quarter Chinese, and a quarter Danish.
Monique: (confused) Danish? Like the cake?
V: No, like Denmark. The country… Cake? You mean the pastry with the filling in it?
Monique: Yeah! Mom always has one when she brings us donuts. The cherry ones are her favorite. Where’s Denmark?
V: Pretty far away.
Monique: Mm, okay.
[V watches as Monique attempts to draw a pastry on her notes. Cherry filling, of course.]
Monique: Next question… Star sign!
V: Uh… Libra. I think?
Monique: What’s that mean?
V: (shrugging) No idea.
Monique: (shrugs back) Okay.
[Zooming in on we see Monique draw a star and write the word ‘Lebra’. The ‘L’ is written backwards.)
Monique: Favorite fruit?
V: Pomegranate.
Monique: I don’t think I’ve ever eaten one of those.
V: Kind of a weird fruit. I’ve only eaten it twice. I like that they’re crunchy, the fruit’s around all the little seeds. They’re a pain in the ass to eat though.
[Monique looks at V.]
V: How about I draw it, since you’ve never eaten one and then you can ask me the next question.
[Monique nods. V picks up the red crayon and starts doodling. It’s a piss poor rendition.]
Monique: Favorite season?
V: In NC, winter. It’s not as hot as it usually is.
[Monique draws a snowflake. She's probably never seen snow. But neither has V.]
Monique: Favorite flower?!
V: Mmm… Cactus flowers.
Monique: The big ones or the little ones?
V: Uh, the small ones. With all the round… leaves? Is that what they are?
Monique: Prickly pears!? I like those ones too! The pink ones are my favorite. There’s some over by Auntie Lora’s trailer. Dorian’s always looking for bugs in them. Bleh!
[Monique draws something resembling a cactus covered in pink and yellow flowers. V is still working on her poorly drawn pomegranate.]
Monique: Favorite smell?
V: Real leather and ginger.
[V puts her crayon down. Done with her pomegranate blob.]
Monique: What do those smell like?
V: Ginger’s like a spice? A root. Has a fresh smell, kinda sharp. Leather smells like… (picking up her coffee and taking a sip to hide the blush on her face) Smells like your Uncle…
Monique: Uncle River does smell nice. But sometimes he gets stinky when he’s been outside working too long. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?!
V: Coffee, then tea. Don’t really like hot chocolate. Especially the synth-stuff. Has a weird aftertaste.
Monique: I love hot chocolate! Mom let me try some of her coffee once. I didn’t like it.
V: Maybe when you’re older.
Monique: Nah.
[Monique kicking her feet and reading the next question.]
Monique: Hmm, how much do you sleep?
V: 5 to 6 hours. Usually. On a good day.
[V takes a sip of her coffee.]
Monique: Mom says Dorian and I need 10 hours of sleep every night. She makes us go to bed early. She tells Randy to go to bed too, but he usually doesn't listen. (still kicking her feet) I wish I got to stay up late. You and Uncle River get to stay up late. I heard you both last night when I went to the bathroom.
[V spits her coffee back into her mug, face turning bright red.]
Monique: You okay? Why’d you spit out your coffee?
V: (flustered) No reason.
Monique: (puts her arms up in the air and shakes them around) Was it because you and Uncle River were wiggling last night? Mom says because your his girlfriend you both need alone time. She told me and Dorian not to knock when you’re visiting and the door to Uncle River’s room is closed. Mom also said he should think about getting his own trailer. (thoughtful) I don’t think I’d like that though, because then I’d have to walk out of the trailer for Uncle River to make me breakfast in the morning. Mom always burns the toast.
[V now looks like a tomato and avoids making eye contact with Monique, instead giving her coffee mug a pinched expression. Unfazed, Monique moves on to the next question.]
Monique: Which is your favorite, cats or dogs?
V: (clearing her throat) Cats. Have a cat named Nibbles.
Monique: Oh, can I meet your cat?!
V: Sure.
Monique: What color is your cat?
V: (still looking uncomfortably hot, albeit less red in the face, also looking very sadly at the backwash in her coffee) Hmm, pink. Ish. He doesn’t have any fur.
[Monique draws a pink cat and reads the next question off the screamsheet.]
Monique: Where would you like to go on a trip?
V: (looks out the window for a long moment) Some place without buildings. Less people.
Monique: The Badlands?
V: I was thinking further away.
Monique: Denmark?
V: Mm, maybe. I think they might even have trees there.
[Monique draws a tree on her notes before trying to read the next question.]
Monique: Favorite – Um…
V: Fictional character. Don’t have one.
Monique: Number of blankies you sleep with?
V: 2-3. I get cold when I sleep.
Monique: And the last one! A fun fact?
V: (thinking) Used to play the clarinet.
Thanks for reading that if you did lol! TLDR version and/or if you need the questions!
OC Interview Questions
Nickname: V’s fine.
Height: 5’ 3”
Gender: Female.
Orientation: Bi.
Nationality/Ethnicity: Half Korean, quarter Chinese, and a quarter Danish. Born and raised in Night City.
Star Sign: Libra.
Fave Fruit: Pomegranate.
Fave Season: Winter.
Fave Flower: Prickly pear cactus.
Fave Scent: Real genuine leather and ginger.
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee or tea.
Average Hours of Sleep: 5 to 6, usually. 12 to 14 if other people are having a worse day than I am.
Dog or Cat Person: Cats. Though my cat acts like a dog half the time.
Dream Trip: Don’t know. Some place without buildings or people.
Fave fictional character: Don’t have one.
Number of Blankets They Sleep With: 2 or 3, I get cold when I sleep.
A Fun Fact: Used to play the clarinet.
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Bio Time
I figured I should maybe do this so my silly little followers can know me a bit better :3
Quick Facts:
Age: 18
Height: 5’7”/170cm
Country: Canada
Time Zone: PST
Sexuality: Bisexual (leaning towards boys a bit :3)
Gender: idk, probably slightly nonbiney but i still like being a boy. Trying out the idea of being a demiboy rn :3 (he/they)
Areas of Study: Majoring in Computer Science, likely going to specialize in computer graphics and gaming. Planning a minor in history, also very into gender studies
Interests: Computers and technology, video games, history (almost any period/topic), social and political theory/ideas, boykissing, nature
Favourite Game: Hearts of Iron 4 (not in a nazi way ofc)
Favourite Drink: pipeline punch monstr :3
Detailed Bio Time Babey
Hi, I am tiredfemboy. I am a bisexual femboy (as you’ve probably noticed already) majoring in compsci, and I am truly always tired. The only way for me to stay awake all day is multiple monsters :3. I am always looking to make new friends and talk to interesting people. Feel free to message me about almost anything, I will respond to most asks and dms. I would love to discuss any of the topics that I’m interested in at anytime (provided that you come to me in good faith), I will not debate people on the topic of things such as human rights and the validity of queer people as those are not up for debate and a discussion cannot be had in good faith. I would love to share my ideas and provide advice to people on those topics, but I will not give my time to bigots. Anyway, always feel free to send asks or dms I truly love interacting with the little gay people in my phone :3
horny blog: @tinedfemboy hehe :3
Edit: definitely need to clarify a few things. i largely do not interact with NSFW blogs, but this heavily depends on the content of the blog. i do not consider my identity to be a fetish, i do not consider myself to be a cross-dresser and definitely NOT a sissy. if you are an NSFW blog of that type or you message me with fetishistic intent, you can expect to be blocked. :3
Edit 2: I want to put in my steam so that all you little gay people can connect with me off of tumblr :3 my username is TinedFemboy :3 also the same name as my discord, if you want to talk on there :3
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tuesday again 2/27/2024
this is the longest ive ever been unemployed and media is only doing so much to beat back the horrors. so let’s talk about the media instead of the horrors
listening
Come Up For Air by We The Commas, off i think one of the autogenerated spotify indie mixes?
youtube
sort of a rollicking modern little surf rock thing, they describe themselves as "surf and alternate rhythm and blue" which is pretty bang on imo. they're all brothers (their last name genuinely is Comma, which i salute as a fellow weird last name haver), and cite john mayer (i don't really hear it) and the beach boys (yes i hear this very much) as some of their influences. a song i had on loop for an entire forty minute drive and did not get tired of. spotify
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reading
three books that MUST go back to the library tomorrow bc their autorenew is up and i was emotionally unable to get a library card without tooling around and getting a stack of books a month ago.
thank you philip.
i really only liked the Carmilla adaptation by Amy Chu, bc it really gets at what i didn't realize was the heart of the original 1872 lesbian vampire novella: a toxic gay housing situation you have fallen into and can't get out of bc your area is so so so expensive and housing is so so so tenuous. i have read the original but not in a while, this is an excellent modern adaptation centering around a nyc social worker in the late seventies that presupposes no knowledge and intertwines the original novella in the form of a stolen rare book. (nonconsecutive pages)
i don't have much to say about the DC young adult comic about the circus career of one of the Robins (Dick Grayson). i didn't love the loose artstyle and am not in its intended age range plus it had a bit too much therapyspeak, but it did have a clever use of a very limited color palette.
let's yank the amazon description for the detective novel, which i grabbed bc it vaguely pinged something in my brain about one of the fallout 4 sidequests and i've picked books up for worse reasons (SPOILERS):
Jacob Rigolet, a soon-to-be former assistant to a wealthy art collector, looks up from his seat at an auction—his mother, former head librarian at the Halifax Free Library, is walking almost casually up the aisle. Before a stunned audience, she flings an open jar of black ink at master photographer Robert Capa’s “Death on a Leipzig Balcony.” Jacob’s police detective fiancée, Martha Crauchet, is assigned to the ensuing interrogation.
i simply fucking hated this authorial style and tone and ditched it two chapters in. i don’t currently have the patience for reading about a clinically insane mother and hate crimes against Jewish people. despite the fairly dark premise, the first two chapters veer into cozy mystery with very short sentences, which do not a noir make. now, it does not advertise itself as noir or neo-noir, but as an homage to noir. it is for me unbearably smug. in my most unkind heart of hearts i want to say it's like if wes anderson tried to make a noir. this is a book that wants you to know it has read other noirs. yes thank you ive read several others, that’s why im reading this one, stop reminding me of better books i could be reading.
there's some weird descriptions of womens' bodies in here. chandler (my beloved) is certainly guilty of this as well, but he lavishes a sort of equal opportunity eye on the men in his mysteries. cf the infamous daniel lavery description.
when i read a chandler description of someone’s physical appearance there’s a fruity bisexual aftertaste in my mouth. Howard Norman, below, saying a woman takes great care of herself puts my hackles up. i understand the difference between an author and a character believing something and i don’t want to read a book where either the author or the character have this sort of pitying condescension towards a woman’s body. im feeling extremely terrible about my own body right now due to the various maladies, and another sort of breaking point for me is when an author repeatedly describes "naked breasts" (exact wording) pressing against someone's torso. it feels so juvenile. that's the sexiest thing you can possibly think of??? that's the sexiest way you can think of to describe an early mornign moment of intimacy???? augh i read the NYT review and it gets worse.
shut the FUCK up. i left my apartment at 1130 PM to go put this book in my CAR. i don't want it in my HOUSE.
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watching
Bullitt (1968, dir. Yates, free on Tubi). the baddie in this is Robert Vaughn (who i know from cowboys), a guy i fucking love to see. i can take or leave Steve McQueen but he does such a killer job parallel parking in this movie and i wish all driving movies made their leads parallel park. shockingly realistic hospital, morgue, and police work scenes, apparently was one of the big films to popularize blood squibs. also love to see a haunted man splash water on his face and stare into a mirror.
youtube
if you asked me how long the famous car chase was i would have said like 2:30? substantial but snappy. no!!! eleven minutes!! (video a bit trimmed). also a rare movie that makes a foot chase through an airport as exciting as that eleven minute car chase!!!
the mob dodging plot was a little hard to follow, but i was operating on like four hours of sleep and a rum and coke. this has got to be a tremendous movie to watch when you’re home and sick on the couch huddled under a blanket. i mean this as a compliment, as someone who watches Escape from New York whenever i feel very sick
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playing
really wanted to get to 69 shrines before writing this post and finally did it. all the little divine beasts walking along the loading screen are SO cute i've never gotten all four before
all the divine beasts are unlocked and the champions laid to rest! im feeling some type of way emotionally speaking about all of them telling link IMMEDIATELY that it wasn't his or zelda's fault they died
rudania has the worst boarding mission (in order of ones i most enjoyed it's camel [SO fast and SO fun], bird [lots of time to think and plan and aim], elephant [did not make me do a tedious stealth mission but i am bad at locking on to rapidly moving things behind me, much like in real life], and lizard. the lizard stealth mission is simply unpleasant). however, my brain really clicked with the puzzles in rudania: i had to consult a walkthrough once for an optional chest. in order of interior beast puzzle enjoyment for me it's lizard, bird, elephant, and camel. really got stuck for a long time on the waterwheels with the elephant before consulting a walkthrough.
the yiga clan stealth mission was not as hard as i thought it would be. i don't know why i put that off for two real life weeks but i will not learn my lesson and i will never improve. this boss battle was just silly.
the vah naboris interior puzzles were not fun. idk what it was about them or my brain that made me have such a bad time, but i spammed revali's gale and skipped a lot of chests bc i was not having fun. this is why god invented the walkthrough but sometimes. shit is just too fiddly.
i did succeed on the thunder ganon boss battle first try, but i came in with extra hearts from mipha's grace, used another mipha's grace in the fight, went through five fairies and seven hearty simmered fruits that were 5x durians (which gives you 20 extra hearts or some shit). fucking nightmare. i was stuck on one hit left on ganon for like five minutes bc he got stuck in the very fast flurry attack cycle. unpleasant. deeply grateful it only made me smack him with the magnesis pillar once bc that was also really fiddly with my poor reaction time + poor fine motor skills + previously mentioned ancient controller with some drift. in order of boss battle enjoyment i think it's lizard (made me think and kept me on my toes a little but i did have to look up how to break the shield), elephant (you can just kind of tank it), bird (same), and camel (extremely not fun).
this was WITH a fully upgraded gimp suit btw. that shit (ganon) just hits hard.
shrine shenanigans:
crowned beast very fun, i have one or two of kass' songs left and then i hope i get to see him back in rito village with his family??? a little nervous bc i went right to the jungle spring without hearing his song first so idk if that will. count??? or softlock me.
the MOUNDS of failed cooking attempts around this shrine on the grasslands side of the gerudo barrier mountains were SO funny.
unlocked all the spring shrines. what a fun mission. what a fun climb.
went to my FAVORITE shrine!!! going into what you think will be a normal cave and discovering it is DEEP with a BIG WHALE INSIDE is top three video game whale moments (the other two are diving with the whales in ABZU and meeting the last whale in the first dishonored).
other bits and bobs:
eggman rocks???
this quest was really cute and i wish there was a corresponding quest for the guy hanging around the broken heart pond, but it always makes me laugh whenever a dragon shows up in the background of a screenshot. a really great touching moment but watch out for the elemental orbs rapidly approaching us
also made me chortle. get it together barta.
i wish the helm was upgradable but i think making me kill a molduga in order to borrow it is a pretty fair trade actually.
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making
i originally had a really long thing here about litterbox trials and tribulations but i have decided to spare you all. you're welcome.
many balcony improvements, including putting up trellises and installing bird spikes to hopefully keep a very persistent orange tom off my balcony and away from my girls.
there are a goofy number of obstacles in the way of me making a proper planting diagram (sketchbooks buried deep in closet. flung the seeds in a box on a shelf i need to find my stepstool for. can't find pencil sharpener) so for the second week in a row that's not happening. however, sprouts.
baby italian lettuce blend
bush beans in the front and cucumbers + sweet peas in the back.
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-Chapter 7: The Avengers Therapist-
Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers
Rated M for eventual sexual themes
1.4K Words
My Masterlist for other chapters. Please read disclaimer in Ch. 1
You turned on the lamp to your apartment, jumping when you noticed the small figure on your couch.
"Jeez, Wanda," you said. "How did you get in here?"
She flicked her wrist, revealing a short red spark that disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Tony gave me a key," she said, standing up. "How's your new job?"
"It's good," you said, washing your hands. "It's a non-profit for children. It's different from what I've done before."
Wanda nodded.
"How's therapy?"
"It's not for me."
She must've seen the look on your face because she sighed. "That doesn't mean I'm not still trying. I am, but I'm not comfortable with her, not like I am with you."
You smiled. "I'm always here to listen and help, unofficially of course. Besides, your evaluations are over now, right?"
"They were today," she murmured. "They still make us do a three week session after. We won't know what they decide until next week."
"How did it go?" you asked gently. Wanda stepped closer to you. You were backed into your kitchen island, but you didn't mind the lack of space.
"Horrible," she whispered. "I'm so tired of people prying in my life, acting like they understand. We've been scrutinized for so long. I just want to become invisible."
"Wanda," you tried to soothe, reaching up to cup her cheek. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine how that feels."
"I think everyone else feels the same way," she mumbled. "I was hoping you would come back with me for the weekend."
"I haven't really heard from anybody since that night you all slept over," you admitted, dropping your hand. "I just assumed since I rejected the offer to come back that you all were done with me."
"That's not true," she whispered. "I don't think any of us communicate very well, and I guess I could have done better-"
"It's okay," you eased, not wanting her to take the blame. "I could've reached out myself. I just got really busy."
Wanda dropped her head, and your breath caught in your throat. Her lips brushed against your cheek, dangerously close to your lips.
She backed off, flashing you an innocent smile. "Maybe we could pick up some cupcakes on the way back to cheer everyone up."
You didn't take her as the teasing type, but you were wrong. There wasn't a single Avenger that wasn't a tease, except maybe Steve, but you knew you hadn't unlocked that side yet.
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"Look who I found," Wanda announced as you both entered the main area of the compound. Everyone was gathered around the table, eating, looking pretty glum and exhausted. Tony was the only one not there.
Steve's features immediately brightened. "YN. You're back."
"I thought I would crash here for the weekend," you said, giving a tentative smile.
You didn't expect Bucky to be the one to stand up, pulling you to his chest in a tight embrace, and though he didn't say anything, you felt what he was conveying.
"I missed you, too, Buck," you whispered, muffled by his t-shirt, comforted by his familiar smell.
"Nasha solnyshka," Natasha said quietly with an endearing smile gracing her lips. She took a plate, filling it to the brim. "Come, eat."
You took the seat next to her with Wanda on the other end. The table was bigger than you remembered.
"What did you say?" you asked her.
"You're our little ray of sunshine," she said sincerely. "Sam cooked tonight. It's very good."
"I tried something new," Sam said. "It was my mom's recipe for my sister and I when we got sick."
"Today didn't go so well, did it?" you asked the whole table.
"It wasn't just today," Steve answered. "The last two weeks have been pure hell. They needed a lot of information at such short notice. We were meeting nearly everyday on top of all of our other work."
"I'm sorry," you said. You felt guilty for all of their suffering. Maybe if you had just stayed on-
"It's not your fault," Clint said next to you. He extended his arm over the back of your chair. "Not one bit."
"Besides," Nat added. "You are right. There's something special here, and we don't want to be limited by some contract."
You smiled.
Sam's food was delicious, as it always is.
Afterwards, you helped clean up the kitchen. Someone mentioned board games and hot chocolate, and you decided to find Tony while they set things up.
Tony was in his lab, of course.
"Woah," you mumbled as you entered. The place was a mess, but besides that, you had never been up close to an Iron Man suit before. There were so many mechanical stations set up. There were some machines doing different things, and Tony was right in the middle of it.
"I'm guessing this is what your brain looks like," you teased, dragging a stool next to him.
"Don't try to psycho-analyze me, doc," he teased back, dropping his intense concentration to focus on you.
You eyed the plate full of food sitting next to him.
"You didn't eat."
"I didn't feel up to it," he shrugged. He gave you a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, though. Today was rough, for all of us, but I've got this new feature for the suit I've been working on, and I can't do anything else until I get it done."
"Okay," you nodded. You took in his scruffy look. He was relaxed in his element. "Take a break and come play board games with us?"
He looked like he was going to say no, but you pouted a bit.
"I know for a fact that look works on Steve," he said.
"So far, I think it's worked on everyone," you grinned. "Including you."
He rolled his eyes, before his features softened. "I'm glad you're here. We've all missed having you around. I heard you got a new job. Congrats."
"Thank you," you said. "It's actually quite a commute from my apartment, but it's closer to here." You threw that last part in to see his reaction, and you weren't disappointed.
"You're still considering staying here?" he asked. His features were all lit up. He reached up to brush his knuckles across your cheek.
You whispered, "Of course. As long as the offer is still open."
"Anytime. This is your home now, too." He stood up, pressing his lips to your forehead.
You followed him up the stairs.
"Can I try on the suit?" you asked.
"Definitely not."
"What about the blasty hand thingys?"
He turned to give you a skeptical look. "I heard what you did with Barton's arrow."
"Maybe you would be a better teacher," you said just as you made it upstairs, and just as Clint walked by.
"Ouch," Clint said, giving you a fake hurt look. You muffled your laugh behind your hand.
Wanda, Nat, Steve, Sam and Bucky looked to be in the midst of a very intense game of Uno.
"Draw four," Sam told Bucky.
"Why do you have so many of those?" Bucky grumbled.
"I want in," Tony said, joining their circle.
"You have to wait. I'm getting ready to win," Nat said, placing down a red six and shouting Uno before anyone else could call her out on it.
You took a seat on the couch behind them, amused by their antics.
"Here," Clint said, handing you a steaming mug of hot chocolate.
You smiled in thanks. "Why aren't you playing?"
"Because Clint makes the best hot chocolate," Wanda answered.
"That's right," Clint nodded. "I have a secret ingredient."
"It's chocolate syrup," Wanda whispered to you.
"Apparently, the word secret means nothing to you."
"Everybody knows it, Clint," Nat said, taking a card from the stack with a huff.
Sam called Uno. It looked like Bucky could barely see all of his cards because he had so many. Steve seemed to be in deep concentration.
You glanced at the stack of board games. There were several to choose from, and they were all good ones like Monopoly, Sorry, Headbands, and Clue. You tried to pinpoint which of the Avengers would be the type to have them, and you narrowed it down to Sam or Clint.
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Being with them felt good. You could be yourself. You were exactly right where you needed to be.
Here's Ch. 8
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CHAPTER 11
Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.
Warnings: Mention of Alcohol. Homophobia. Cyber-bullying. Angsty. Fluffy.
Word Count: 3.0k
Valeria awoke startled by a noise, from her sleep. Looking around the unfamiliar room, she spots Joe picking something from the floor next to his suitcase across the room. The two of them had gotten in late last night to Los Angeles, Val ended up agreeing to this trip with Joe moving some things around in her schedule for him. This trip would mean that their relationship would be public at really any moment. Paparazzi were everywhere in Los Angeles and if not them, then fans would surely let the news out if they spotted them or even hotel employees are known for speaking to media.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Joe says. He was in Jeans and socks and no shirt with wet hair. Even still half asleep, Val couldn't help but to admire his sculpted physique.
"What time is it?" She asks groggily, rubbing her tired eyes and then yawning.
"Almost 7, I'm about to head out. Won't be back until this evening...do you need anything?" He asks putting on a pink shirt.
"Nah, I'll be fine. I'll order some room service and hang out by the pool a bit." Val yawns again.
"You sure you're going to be okay alone? You can still come even though you'd be following me around all day and sitting in meetings and behind the scenes in some interviews..." Joe says now putting on his Jordan's.
"I'll be fine, don't you worry about me. You go girl boss." Val smiles at him as she sits up in bed. Joe grabs his wallet and phone and walks over quickly to give Val a peck on the lips.
"Text me if anything, Love you. Don't hesitate to order whatever you want to the room." He says heading towards the door.
"Love you too." Val says holding in a smile hearing those words again from him meant everything to her and she missed it a lot after everything they've been through these past months. After Joe leaves, Val sighs and hops out of bed to start her day. She first orders a delicious breakfast to the room, going just a big overboard and in the meantime she gets ready for the day.
By the time she finished getting dressed and had her hair brushed there was a knock at the door from room service. Val gets her food and enjoys it in the dining area the room had as she looks at her work emails about shipment coming in for the Fall season that was happening really soon. After her delicious breakfast of an omelette and french toast with fresh fruit and orange juice she made her way downstairs to the pool. There were only a few people there so she goes to the Cabana Joe reserved for her and lays down to back into the book she had read on the plane the night prior. She wasn't really planning on swimming too much, if it all but she couldn't pass up the California sun.
" Good Morning Miss.Rios, could I get you something to drink or snack?" A gorgeous petite blonde woman asks coming up to her.
"Good morning! Uh, could I get a strawberry daiquiri and some pistachios...and a water please?" Val smiles at her, she was caught off guard by the cabana attendant knowing her name since the room was under Joe's name only.
"Sure thing!" She smiles back giving Val a wink and playful smirk. Val wondered if she was flirting with her but she remembered that these people live off tips so she was sure that's what was happening. She was guilty of that herself, back when she was a waitress she would flirt here and there when she needed some extra tips that month.
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After spending almost the entirety of her day by the Pool, Val was now stepping out of the shower and putting on the soft expensive robe the hotel provided. Joe had texted her that he was on his way back and that she should get ready for dinner at this fancy place in Santa Monica. It was 6PM now and he had made reservations for 8:30PM. Val starts on her make up and hair, keeping it simple with wing eyeliner and a red lip and her hair straight. By the time Joe made it back she just had to get dressed and put her heels on.
"This traffic out here is crazy. Took us 45 minutes to go down the road basically." Joe says coming into the room as Val brushed her hair in the mirror.
"Makes you appreciates Cincy's huh?" Val chuckles turning to look at him. He looked super tired and drained.
"You sure you're up for this? You look pretty exhausted." Val asks as he looks through his Louis Vuitton bag for something to wear.
"It's just dinner, I'll be fine." He shrugs giving her a half smile. She felt bad that after working all day he was going to take her out while she just relaxed by the pool and drank fruity little drinks.
"Cancel, we can get room service and stay in instead." Val walks up to him wrapping her arms around around his waist and hugging him.
"You sure...kind of wanted to see you all dressed up tonight, been while since I've seen you a dress. Plus, I thought you wanted to rip the bandage off with going public? This was out chance." He asks turning around and hugging Val back.
"I can get dressed up anytime you want and I think I can figure out something with the going public thing via social media. You had a really long day and we got in late last night, go take a nice hot shower and I'll order us some food, they have great stuff here." Val kisses Joe running her fingers through his messy hair.
"You're the fucking best. I promise we'll go out somewhere special before we leave, even better than the place we were going tonight." Joe kisses her once more before he lets go of her and makes his way to the bathroom to shower. Val sighs looking at herself in a nearby mirror seeing her makeup and hair go to waste but she knew Joe was super exhausted and she didn't want him to over do it like he's known to always do to himself.
Knowing all of Joe's favorites foods, she places an order with room service and decides to just stay in her comfy warm robe, she did have underwear underneath after all. She turns on the TV and flips through the channel stopping on some random action movie she thinks he might enjoy while they have their meal. Checking her phone she see's that her friends are out having dinner without her by the pictures in the group chat they were sending. She had a bit of fomo but she was enjoying her time away with with despite it being mostly work stuff for Joe.
"So, how was your day? You seem tanner than usual." Joe asks coming back out of the bathroom in his own robe.
"Relaxing, just spent the day by the pool...they bring you lunch out there by the way. Pretty cool to get pampered like that." Val smiles.
"One of the guys recommended this place, so I'm real glad you like it." Joe says going to his bag again.
"I ordered us some food, should be here soon."
"Did you order any wine?" He asks.
"No, did you want some? You're not really the wine type so I didn't really think of it." Val raises an eyebrow at him.
"Wanted to make it somewhat romantic since we're not staying in." he shrugs.
"There's orange juice and vodka in the mini bar." You chuckle knowing those were his two favorites.
"I'll take it!" Joe nods. Val goes over grabbing some glasses on top of the mini fridge and makes them both some drinks.
"Here you go, the most classy drink known to man...a screwdriver." Val hands him a glass.
"Thanks babe." Joe smiles sitting on the bed taking the glass from her.
"So, what's on the agenda tomorrow?" Val asks.
"I have to do that photo shoot in the morning, have a quick meeting with them over the commercial I have to shoot with Joe Montana this week and I guess I'm free for the rest of the day. All that should just take the morning if things go according to plan." Joe shrugs taking a sip of the drink as Val sits next to him.
"That sounds cool, excited to work with the other Joe again?" Val asks taking a sip of her own drink.
"That's pretty much the only thing I'm looking forward to work wise, I hate all this being on the camera shit." He lightly chuckles.
"Shit, that reminds me." Val says reaching over for her phone and making a reminder to contact Mateo & the girls to do a photo shoot for some of the fall collection since Val was bringing in more gender neutral clothing this season.
"What?" Joe asks her.
"You just reminded me that I have to ask my friends if they'd model some of my stuff for the store for fall." Val nods finishing what she typing and setting her phone down.
"I'm down to do that." Joe says which surprised her.
"Well I know how you don't like doing stuff like that unless you really need to, you don't have to—
"I want to! I've supported your business here and there on social media and have probably bought anything I could in the store but I want to help out like you always help me out with my stuff." Joe smiles which warms her heart.
"That's very sweet of you, I should be getting my shipment to the store next week. I could book the photographer and studio late next week if that works for you?" Val nods feeling excited that Joe was down to participate in this after just saying he hated doing this.
"Sounds like a plan, I'll leave my schedule open." He smirks leaning in giving her a sweet kiss before they get interrupted by a knock on the door and someone saying room service.
"I'll get it." Val smiles getting up from the bed and setting her drink down at a nearby table. She gets the food and wheels it in after tipping the person who brought the food.
"Here we go, I ordered you some lemon pepper grilled chicken, veggies and some other not so healthy stuff in case you wanted something different or more food." Val says uncovering the plates of food.
"Sounds great, I a, starving!" Joe says ready to dig in. Val had ordered some teriyaki chicken and chicken for herself and some dessert for after. They get comfy and ate their dinner while watching the movie and having casual conversation.
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"That is not how I throw!" Joe laughs watching you throw a crumpled up piece of paper. You two had finished your dinner and were now feeling the mini bar drinks you two had.
"Yes it is! You stick your little chiclets out this, bottom lip disappears and then your hand goes immediately limp after every throw but all the power comes from the hips" Val mimics him perfectly.
"You take that back! I do not have chiclets!" Joe gasps pretending to be hurt by her words.
"Nope." Val says popping the P.
Joe then suddenly gets up and grabs her, throwing her over his shoulder.
"Put me down! You're going to hurt yourself and I'm not getting blamed if you have to sit out in the beginning of the season!" Val giggles before Joe playfully body slams her on the bed.
"Take it back." Joe says pinning her on the bed, his body practically crushing hers.
"I will not, now get off before I fart." She laughs out of breath.
"Like you do in your sleep?" Joe smirks making Val gasp.
"I do not! That's such a lie." Val tries to move out from under him but he practically had his whole body weight on him.
"You toot...a lot. Especially when you have those awful chilly dogs from the stadium." Joe shrugs getting off Val and laying beside her. SHe playfully hits him with a pillow for his fart comment making him laugh.
"Should we check social media?" Val asks Joe. She had posted a picture on her story of their hotel dinner and tagged Joe in it with a heart as a way to show something of the relationship. They both muted their phones right after and it's been about two hours since then.
"Do we have too?" Mutters Joe not really liking the idea of ruining their night together.
"I know you're nervous but I don't care what people are going to say, I just want to start getting used it." Val says kissing his cheek before reaching over her phone.
"But what is there to look at? You made it that only people you follow can comment on your posts or DM you?" Joe asks as she unlocks her phone.
"Your profile." Val says, Joe then quickly snatching her phone out of her hands.
"We're not doing that!" Joe shakes his head.
"Joe--
"No! We're having a good time with each other right now. We're currently in L.A where paps could be anywhere once we leave this hotel so whatever privacy we once had, we have officially kissed goodbye. I'm not going to let you read any comments on posts about you especially from football fans, those guys have no filter. No. Not right now, I just want to enjoy this time with you" Joe says and Val rolls her eyes at him knowing he was right.
"Fine. I'll just get ready for bed then. It's late and you have to be up early." Valeria says getting up from the bed and going into the bathroom. She was annoyed at Joe but maybe he was right, she shouldn't let other people on social media ruin their time right now. Val slips into her nighty finally ditching the robe and brushes her teeth before heading back out to the room where Joe was on his phone.
"I thought we said we weren't looking at the comments." Val scoffs at him.
"Will you chill, I'm texting my publicist and manager they're just checking in after the post and letting me know that I should lay low as much as I can here since we have no security with us." Joe looks at her. Val eyes him but lets it go getting into bed instead.
"Are you mad?" Joe asks softly.
"No." Val shakes her head, she noticed Joe put her phone on the charger on the nightstand.
"Don't give me the cold shoulder." Joe says spooning her from behind and kisisng her shoulder.
"Would I be talking to you if I was doing that?" Val asks rolling her eyes.
"Guess not, but I just want you to go bed happy." Joe mumbles against her shoulder. Val turns to look at him.
"I always go to bed happy when I'm with you." Val smiles at him before giving him a kiss.
"That was really cheesy." Joe chuckles before he jumps out of bed.
"Ass." Val mutters.
"Heard that!" Joe says heading into the bathroom.
Still feeling uneasy Val decides to text the group chat. She asks how the atmosphere on her social media accounts are doing and they each reply with similar responses, except Mateo.
Karina- I've had to go private because people were asking me about you and Joe.
Genesis- Same, but it's not too bad. People just seem to want confirmation more than anything.
Mateo- I've been locked out of my instagram for like two weeks now because I haven't remembered my password. Will let you know when I get in.
Val snorts reading Mateo's message, he always has something going on with his social media accounts. Joe comes out of the bathroom and he eyes Valeria.
"What are you doing?" He asks sitting next to her in bed on the other side of her.
"Texting my friends, they went to dinner without me tonight." She says setting the phone aside again. Joe looks at her suspiciously but lets it go. Both of them get into bed and Joe inches closer to her.
"You know everything is going to be okay right?" Val says after a moment of silence between the two of them. It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself but it didn't seem like Joe caught on to her tone.
"I know. I just, care for your well being is all. I've been here before and I can't let people who don't matter affect our relationship." Joe kisses her shoulder once again before she turns around. The moonlight shining a bit through the window which illuminates his perfect handsome face.
"I come from a family that has disowned me because I kiss girls...I promise i'm tougher than you think. I'm just glad I get to go to every home game now. " Val smiles grabbing his face and planting a kiss on lips.
"Love you" He smiles.
"Love you too, now get some rest so you have some energy tomorrow to do stuff with me." Val smiles. She turns back around letting Joe spoon her and it really wasn't long before she heard his soft snores. Val couldn't help but to feel anxious about everything so she grabbed her phone, dimming it as low as possible so Joe wouldn't notice. She knew that he was so tired that he wouldn't notice her phone in front of her. Looking at the comments on his most recent post there were plenty about them both regardless of the post itself which was football related. Val felt a pang in her chest reading some of the comments.
'One of the most popular QB's out here and you're dating a lesbo??'
'Should of stayed with the model Joey, too many sacks got you thinking odd man'
'Guys maybe it's a pity thing, I'm sure he's fucking baddies on the side! They all are!'
'wake up brother! you know you can do better'
'not you doing charity work dating @ valeriarios'
Val felt herself tear up at the horrible things people were saying though she had been mentally preparing for this for years. All of a sudden that confidence she once felt in herself and relationship with Joe was slipping through the cracks.
A/N: So sorry for not staying on schedule. My schedule has been super hectic since starting school again and now trying to maintain a relationship on top of that and work and family stuff, it's just all bonkers. Hopefully I can get back on track this next week for you guys! 🖤
#joe burrow fanfiction#joe burrow fic#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow fan fic#joe burrow series#joe burrow fluff#joe burrow angst#joe burrow x oc
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Ive been struggling a lot with my self image to the point I’m having breakdowns in the mirror. I need help from anyone who can.
I’m AFAB agender/non binary and ive got some gripes about me I want help in altering in any way if I could get help finding resources or workouts or anything that would help me achieve a more masculine silhouette I would kiss you on the mouth (with your consent of course )
I am 24 years old, 5’7”/170.18cm, 195lbs/88.5kg, type one diabetic, neurodivergent (diagnosed ADHD, high suspicion of comorbid Autism though i cannot get an official diagnosis because the waitlist closest to home is a 2 year wait as of 2022) fibromyalgia is also present for anyone who needs any context regarding health concerns surrounding medical procedures they might recommend or suggest
Below are the things I need help in changing as a list with some details surrounding my anatomical structure
My goal is to be completely unsure if I’m a male or female with a look alone but with androgyny that can be a pretty broad area. I know if I gain upper body musculature that can help but I cannot afford a gym membership yet
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I have an exceptionally voluptuous butt. Its almost comical to me, I would say I’m slim-thick or pear shaped. Its the type of back end that a lot of cis femme women would covet, its mostly muscle tissue due to years of athletics but theres also scar tissue from years of insulin injections
My hips are VERY wide. Like I said I’m pear shaped, I hate the curvy figure I have and its rounded edges, I have small pockets of fat resting on my hips that only add to the figure
I have a very stubborn hormonal fat deposit on my stomach I want to stop oral birth control which is the most likely culprit but I currently cannot until I can get a hysterectomy
I have a muffin top and artificial hip dips due to fat deposits that I am looking to tame
Chest dysphoria, I don’t have large boobs, they’re a perky B/C cup. I would consider top surgery but I don’t know how to bring that up with my partner. I do use a fytist binder and I love how my chest looks flat/with nice pectoral muscle (even if its smushed boob). My partner loves the way I am shaped overall but I do not. (He/him/they/them bisexual)
Facial features are so rounded and I cant contour to save my life. I know losing weight will be seen in the face first but what else can I do?
Speaking of face I have loose skin under my chin thats not a double chin but any type of glance downward makes a pseudo double chin and I’m incredibly insecure about it. I have a relatively feminine jaw line and I have a jaw exerciser/silicone bite that I need to use more. Are neck tucks something available for me?
I have hooded eyes, they make me look so tired. I know eye lid lifts are a procedure but thats something I would need to save up for and plan for, I am unsure if losing weight would change this
The triceps of my arms feel like they’re on the road to bingo wings/bat wings, I know the tricep is supposed to hang freely when relaxed and not in use but when my arm hands at my side there is a bit of pudge above my elbow that says “body fat” and not soft muscle
I understand weight loss can help with a small handful of these and muscle building can too but there are additional features and traits that cannot be worked for aside from medical intervention and cosmetic electives. I’m looking for workouts, medical procedures and price ranges, shapewear, makeup tutorials, diets that help in weight loss or muscle gain, and literally anything else that might help me feel like this is my body. Its becoming a large hinderance on my mental wellbeing
I really cannot keep dwelling on how my body is wrong when its something I am stuck with for life so all I can do is work to alter it and care for it. However I know these alterations are possible. Ive seen incredible transformations and transitions within the trans community and NB communities and I’m really hoping some of your experiences can be passed onto me so that I can live as myself too
I appreciate those that have taken the time to read this far. Thank you
#please if you don’t have anything to add to my post here can you boost it or reblog it#looking to find body positivity at the end of this road#I have been struggling with being a biological female my whole life#I am not happy being a woman and I cannot see myself as a man#nb#enby#trans#transmasc#trans healthcare#body dysmorphia#body dysphoria#gender dysphoria#gender dysmorphia#resources#trans resources#genderqueer#agender#androgynous#androgynism#androgyny#nonbinary#afab#afab nonbinary#afab problems#afab enby#afab dysphoria#afab nb#afab struggles#insecurity#self dislike
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Hello hello, would it be okay to ask for some Liu headcanons? He’s just a tired man and I love him lol @killerlittlerejects
Of course! I love Liu as a character
Homicidal Liu Headcanons -
TW: Abuse, Religious Trauma, Talk of Hospitals, Murder
Liu is genderfluid and bisexual, and goes by any pronouns.
Margaret and Peter were very controlling over Liu and Jeff as they saw both of them as just extensions of themselves. They did not exactly view either of them as actual people, as their actual kids, and constantly dehumanized them and abused them. They only really cared about them when Liu and Jeff were ruining their reputation in their community, and rarely would say "I love you" to them.
He grew up in a strict Christian household, and now has some religious trauma from how strict their parents were about their practices.
Liu is 4 years older than Jeff, and was a senior when Jeff was a freshman.
Jane and Liu's hospital rooms after the incidents were directly next to each other, with Jane showing up only a week after Liu did. Once Liu was well enough to walk, he went over to Jane's room and sat with Mary as they waited for Jane to wake up from her coma.
The Woods family fortune was partially signed over to Liu after the incident due to the only serving relatives to them being Jeff and Liu. It wasn't a giant sum of money but Liu proceeded to use this money for the motels he and the girls stayed in, as well as helping get Mary's cottage in the woods built, serving as the only sense of home the three had left.
Jane, Liu, and Mary were all staying at a motel while in hiding after running away from the hospital, Liu using what was left of the money left to him after his family's deaths to pay for the rooms. They all shared a room, with Jane and Mary sharing a bed.
Jane and Mary never wanted to turn on the TV in the motel room due to them both being scared to see their parents' faces again on a news channel, so Liu often put the responsibility on himself to watch the news to check what was going on and see how his brother was.
Jeff and Liu reunited when Jeff showed up in front of Liu, Jane, and Mary's motel room in the dead of night. Liu was trying to go out to take a walk, only to open the door to Jeff who was standing outside just about to knock on the door. Liu immediately shut the motel room so Jane and Mary didn't see Jeff, before just staring at Jeff stunned. Jeff tried to talk to Liu to explain himself, but Liu just immediately hugged him, telling him to shut up for a second. The two talked for awhile outside, mostly with Liu just baffled his brother was alive, and Jeff talking about what happened. When asked what was next, Jeff told Liu that he and Nina had been looking for them for months and were wanting them all to run away together. Liu, conflicted, wasn't sure how to react but was spared a response when they heard police sirens. Jeff left, and from then on, Liu was on-and-off in contact with him behind Jane and Mary's back.
After Liu reunited with Jeff, Jane and Mary saw on the news that there was a spotting of Jeff near their area the night before. In fear that Jeff was trying to find them (which he was), the three started constantly jumping towns until they had a decent plan.
They're in a group called The Alliance. The Alliance includes Jane, Mary, himself, and later on, Nina. Liu is technically a spy to make sure Jeff doesn't actually die, but at the same time he is close friends with the three of them and hates that he knows he'll have to betray them at one point.
His relationship with Jeff is pretty strained since Liu wants to forgive him for what he did, but since Liu is still close with Jane and Nina, Liu doesn't know what he should do. It's a situation where he forgives what Jeff did to him, but realizes Jeff hurt people he cares about and Liu doesn't know if he should be allowed to forgive him
Liu has insomnia because he gets very paranoid that someone is going to kill him in his sleep, or that he will wake up to find the people he cares about dead.
Sully isn't a "bad alter" and isn't the reason Liu became a killer, that was just Liu. Sully is just a protector doing his job and protecting the body from people he doesn't trust, one of them being Jeff.
Sully named himself after Sully from Monsters Inc. and now neither anybody in Liu's system or Jeff will let him live it down.
The system as a whole is very split about their opinions on Jeff. Some of them, like Sully, believe that Jeff is a bad person and is a threat to the body and they shouldn't be helping them. Others, like Liu, argue that Jeff is their brother and that Jeff is just hurt and can get better, and that Jeff isn't going to be stable enough for them to leave alone.
There are many many other alters in Liu’s system, and most don't even have names yet. Liu was never able to get any treatment for his DID to try and work things out a bit for a long while, until Ann helped him out, so the headspace is a bit of a mess.
Liu actually got his signature weapon from his first kill, a cop who pointed his weapon at Mary at a gas station where the two are stopped at to get snacks in-between skipping towns again. Liu tackled the cop from behind, wrestling the gun from him before shooting him in a panic. He was absolutely stunned at first, and was so disoriented to the point where Mary had to drag him outside and drive their car away herself.
Liu is currently in a relationship with Eyeless Jack.
Liu taught Jeff how to skateboard, and would often take him to the skate park to practice. Sometimes they would even meet Natalie and Nina down there, considering Natalie had a dirt bike, and Nina rollerblades.
Liu took guitar classes in highschool as an elective.
Liu is an amazing driver, and practically never panics behind the wheel, but since the other alters are not as great at driving, they will panic and will pull over pretty quick after starting. They sometimes will pull Liu to the front by playing "I Never Told You What I Do for a Living" by MCR to get him to drive instead.
Liu loves Supernatural and used to watch it with Jeff a lot, and even has a Dean fictive.
Liu is very protective over Nina, and cares a lot about her platonically, and almost sees her as a little sister.
Liu's favorite animals are foxes.
Liu never got to stim growing up due to being undiagnosed for ADHD, but loves shaking medicine bottles and dice bags.
Liu is very photogenic without meaning to be, but still often never takes photos of himself because he doesn't like how his scars make him look.
Liu taps his fingers on tables a lot when he's stressed or deep in thought.
Jane considers Liu to be the closest thing to a best friend to her, and opens up to him a lot about her worries and stresses.
She officiated Jane and Mary's wedding.
Liu sometimes will tell Jack about how he wished he met him earlier in life, and how he wouldn't have hesitated to run away from his family with Jeff if he knew there was someone out there who would be as caring as Jack always is to him.
Liu is dead silent when he does actually get sleep and will not move, and will even breathe so quietly that Jack used to get worried he was dead when he slept.
#creepypasta#homicidal liu#liu woods#margaret woods#peter woods#jeff the killer#jeffrey woods#jane the killer#jeff and liu#liu and jeff#jane richardson#mary vaughn#mary x jane#jane x mary#nina the killer#sully creepypasta#sully and liu#eyeless jack#eyelessliu#blindhomicide#ej x liu#liu x ej#natalie ouellette#clockwork creepypasta
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Princess
Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warnings except smut Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Original male character Tags: Tattoos, Harringrove, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Boys Kissing, Gay Sex, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Billy Hargrove Redemption Words: 1538
Summary: Steve gives Billy a special gift for their 10th anniversary.
Authors note: This is my entry to @harringroveson-bingo 2022, Round 1, C3: Tattoos
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Steve looked at the drawings on the tattoo parlor's wall.
"See anything you like?" the tattooist asked.
"Um...not really."
"I can draw you a piece if you want. You can't get it today though, you have to wait for a few days."
"I'm afraid I don't have the time. I have to get it today or not at all."
"Ok. My clients aren't usually in that much of a hurry. So, what is so urgent that you want it done right now?"
"It's a gift to someone. For an anniversary."
"Tattoo on your skin as a gift to someone else? Are you sure you want to do that? These babies are permanent and in most cases outlast the relationship."
"Well, I want it to be small and in a place that no one else can see but me and them. And I don't want a name. Something cute."
The artist nodded. "Alright. So, what might the place be? Because there are some limitations on those areas."
Steve pointed to his hip.
"On the hip or closer to your bellybutton?"
Steve blushed.
The tattooist understood Steve's unintentional hint. "So, closer to there? Son, that's a delicate area. I can do a piece there, but only if you can take it."
Steve pursed his lips. "Can I try it first? How it feels?"
The tattooist sighed. "It's either I do it or I don't. If you can't take it you'll have a speck of a tattoo in your skin forever in any case. But you have to either take it or leave it."
Steve nodded. "Ok. So, uh, I want it to be hidden unless I...you know...take off all my clothes."
"Can do. So, what picture do you want me to do?"
Steve told him.
The tattooist thought for a while. Then he went to the backroom and came soon back with a folder. "I have this one picture I drew for a client a while ago. They decided not to have the tattoo in the end, so it's available and no one else has it." After browsing through the folder, he found what he was looking for and handed Steve the picture. "It's simple and I can make it small. Would that work?"
Steve smiled. "It's perfect."
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“Hey, I’m home!” Steve shouted after he closed the door to his and Billy’s house. It was small, but it was all theirs, had been for the last five years. And today was their tenth anniversary.
“Yeah,” came a tired groan from the bedroom.
After a while Steve sat on the bed next to Billy and leaned over him to kiss his neck. “Hey, firecracker, time to wake up. It’s already afternoon.”
“It’s Saturday,” Billy mumbled after a while.
“Yeah, but not just any Saturday.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember what day it is today.”
“You woke me up literally a minute ago. Give me some slack.”
Steve laughed and curled around Billy as a big spoon, pulling Billy against him and hugging him. “Happy anniversary babe.”
“Oh, right,” Billy said. “Shit.” He kissed Steve’s palm, and turned around smiling. “Happy anniversary. What was it...ten?”
Steve grinned and set his forehead against Billy’s. “You remember something at least.”
“How could I not?” he said. Then his smile faltered a little. He didn’t want to think about how it all started, not really. After he woke up in the sterile white of a hospital, hurting all over all the fucking time. But Steve had been there since the faithful day, by his side, hoping that he would wake up even though the doctors hadn’t really given him much hope. He’d been there when no one else than he and Max had even really cared if he lived or died. And when Steve had come to stay with him after work, day after day, eventually they’d started to talk about deeper things, happy and sad things, regrets and all, and Steve being there became really important to him too. That Steve really cared what happened to him, cared that he’d get better and heal when he didn't matter to the rest of the world. “I remember the day vividly. You suddenly deciding...”
“It wasn’t ‘suddenly’. I’d spend almost three months by your side and thought it was time to get it over with because I knew you wanted it too. Even when you hadn't said it with..."
Billy put his finger on Steve's mouth to silence him. "As I was saying, you sitting on the bed, telling me to scoot over, and leaning in to kiss me. Even though I was a pathetic mess.”
“You weren’t pathetic or a mess,” Steve said softly, pushing a strand of hair behind Billy’s ear. “You were healing. And you were beautiful. Just like you are now.”
Billy smiled and kissed Steve, and Steve returned it the way he always did. Pulling Billy closer and kissing him breathless. The kisses heated up quickly, and soon they were all small bites of lips and tongues lapping against each other.
Steve pushed Billy on his back and underneath him, and because Billy always slept naked, he had easy access to his whole body. He trailed small kisses down from Billy’s neck to his chest. He gently kissed each and every scar on Billy’s body as he moved lower, making Billy let out deep sighs each time for the area around the scars remained more sensitive than the rest of his skin.
Steve kissed his way down the trail of tiny blond curls on Billy’s abdomen, meeting his erect cock. “I have a gift for you,” he said, brushing his cheek against it as he kissed his way lower on Billy’s groin and to the very base of the hard-on.
“Is it this?" Billy asked and moaned when Steve took his balls into his hand and kissed his way up towards the tip on the front of Billy's cock.
“Nope," Steve said, raising his gaze up to meet Billy’s. After licking the salty pre-cum away from the tip he continued: “Well, I guess this could be a prelude to it’s unwrapping.”
“Mhmm,” Billy groaned as Steve took his cock into his mouth, pushing his tongue against the front of it as he took it deeper. “Please unwrap this first.”
Steve kneaded Billy's balls in his hand while he lazily moved his mouth back and forth on his cock.
After a while Billy started to take deeper breaths and put his hands on Steve's head to control his pace. When he got closer to his orgasm, he started to gently fuck Steve's mouth in addition, and moaned loudly when he came. He took deep breaths as he kept Steve’s head in place and thrust in his mouth until he was fully spent.
When Billy let go, Steve looked up at him and swallowed his cum, wiping the corners of his mouth with a finger and licking it to savor it all.
“So, what’s the gift?” Billy asked when Steve laid next to him.
“Guess.”
Billy got up to lean on his elbow and looked at Steve. “Where is it?”
Steve grinned. “Somewhere only you can see it.”
“Oh,” Billy said and a mischievous smile painted his face. “Back or front?”
“Find out,” Steve said and opened his belt buckle.
Billy kissed Steve hungrily, getting aroused again by tasting himself on his mouth, and didn’t spend too much time to wander down to Steve’s groin. When Steve winced, Billy froze.
“What did I do?” he asked concerned.
“Uh, I didn’t expect it to be that, um, sensitive.”
Billy let out a breath. “What have you done, naughty boy?” he said slowly with a smirk.
Steve smiled. “Go ahead, unwrap it,” he urged.
Billy pulled Steve’s slacks off of him, throwing them on the floor.
“Be gentle, it’s fresh,” Steve said.
Billy pulled carefully Steve’s boxers down a little, first just on the right side. When he didn’t see anything there, he pulled them off, and moved Steve’s cock to see what was hidden on the other side of it. His jaw dropped open. “Oh princess...” he whispered, “it’s pretty.” He moved his hand gently over the plastic wrapping that protected a small tattoo of a tiara. “You got it for me?”
“Yeah, just for you to see.”
Billy had to swallow to control the lump that suddenly swell in his throat. “Babe, this is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”
"There's just one but," Steve said. "I think we need to keep it to blowjobs on my part for a while. It’s too sensitive for anything else. And the tattooist told me to keep it very clean for a few weeks before it heals properly.”
“I don’t mind. I already love to just look at it. And seeing it while giving you a head...” Billy said licking his lips, “I'm sure I won’t ever get tired of it.”
"Maybe you want to get one on this side too?" Steve asked. "For me to look at while..."
"Don't get greedy, princess," Billy interrupted Steve, "you already got one."
Steve grinned. "Well, ok, 'Bad Boy' written on right above your buttocks is kinda nice to look at..."
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