#christopher robin x y/n
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Oh, Honey, Honey - Christopher Robin X GN Reader
Title: Oh, Honey, Honey
Christopher Robin X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Madeline, Evelyn (Mentioned), Christopher's mother, Christopher's father (Mentioned), Reader's mother and father (Mentioned), Reader's grandparents (Mentioned), Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Owl, Roo, Rabbit, Eeyore, and Kanga (Mentioned)
Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!
WC: 4,594
Warnings: Definitely bittersweet, nicknames, childhood friends to lovers, anxiety, nervousness, embarrassment, sad, crying, feelings, goodbyes and hellos, boarding school mentioned, cheating mentioned, death mentioned, divorce mentioned, I haven't seen the movie, tearful reunions, spiders mentioned, long-awaited confession, slight angst, and fluff
The sun shone brightly down upon you and your friends, your feet pounding on the soft ground as you ran across the fresh green grass. Laughter echoed through the air, as you ran and hid behind a large tree. Your chest heaving, you covered your mouth with your hands, trying to silence your harsh breathing and giggles. Trying to listen, you heard footsteps near you, shutting your eyes, you tried to become invisible.
"Rawr!"
You shrieked, jumping back from the noise, opening your eyes to see your best friend Christopher. His arms were up slightly, fingers outreached for you like a scrunched zombie or Frankenstein. You burst out into laughter, Christopher joining you as Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit, and Piglet walked over. Owl swooped in, landing on a branch above you.
"That was fun! Let's play again." You clapped your hands, "This time Pooh can find us! He hasn't had his turn left."
Christopher looked up at the sky, squinting his eyes, "We might have to go home soon, Y/N/N. It's almost supper time." He spoke up, making you frown.
"Ooh, yes. You don't want to miss supper." Pooh spoke as Tigger nodded along.
"Yes, it's quite late." Piglet agreed. "You don't want to get in trouble if you're late."
"Especially you, young Y/N," Owl mentioned, making you pout. "You know how worried your mother will be."
Crossing your arms, you let out a dramatic sigh, "Fine, but I'm coming back tomorrow." You insisted.
Christopher grabbed your hand, giving you a small smile, "And, I'll come with you. That's what friends do."
You squeezed his hand, "Best friends, Chris." You jokingly corrected before you said goodbye to you and Christopher said goodbye to your plush friends and headed home.
Hand in hand, you and Christopher walked down the sidewalk, passing small homes with iron fences. The street was quiet, a few cars passed by. A cold wind blew past you as a bird flew overhead; free and wild. Stopping, you turned and looked at Christopher, who stopped walking when he felt the pull on his hand. Looking back, Christopher frowned, seeing you staring at the sky above you. Walking back over to you, Christopher raised a hand and pressed his finger gently into your cheek, gaining your attention.
"We'll play tomorrow." Christopher tried to assure you but failed in receiving a smile from you.
"I wish we never had to leave." You muttered, before looking down at your hand in Christopher's. Even though he was one year older than you, his hand still was slightly bigger than yours. You held on tighter. "Promise me that you'll never leave me?" You whispered, eyes pleading with him.
Christopher smiled, nodding his head. "Of course, Y/N. I promise." His voice was soft and soothing, making your heart skip several beats. You smiled, happy with his response. walking the rest of the way, Christopher opened your gate for you, shutting it behind you. You placed your hands on the fence, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, earning a blush on both your cheeks.
"See you tomorrow, Chris."
Christopher nodded rapidly, his hand coming up to the cheek you kissed and rubbing it softly, "Yeah, see you tomorrow."
"Christopher!" You both turned to the voice, seeing his mother at the door a few houses down. She turned, seeing her son with you at your fence, "Christopher, honey, time for supper." She called to him, making him nod and call back.
"Yes, I'm coming!" He turned to you, giving you one last smile before he ran off to his mom.
You watched him go, a dreamy smile on your face. Yes, you were going to marry that boy.
~~~
A couple of weeks later, you sat on a log, overlooking a small field. Christopher was late to play, being over an hour late. You were beginning to think that something was wrong, until you spotted a figure running up the hill. Christopher tried to catch his breath, resting his hands on his knees as he did so. You looked at him confused, wanting to know why he was late, and why he was out of breath. Before you could even say a word though, Christopher raised his head, and you froze. He had tears in his eyes, fresh ones. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were pink as his eyes shined. Now, all you wanted to know was why he was crying. Who did this to him?
"Why are you crying?" You asked, as Christopher took a seat next to you on the log.
Christopher sniffled, running his shirt sleeve under his nose, "I have to go to boarding school."
Your eyes widened, "What!? Why!?" You exclaimed as Christopher shook his head frantically before looking up at you.
"I don't know! And I don't want to go!" He cried, the tears finally running down his cheeks, "I made a promise to you, that I wouldn't leave you! And I don't want to leave Pooh and Tigger, and Piglet, and Eeyore-" He let out a sob, "And I don't want to leave you!"
You quickly wrapped your arms around him, feeling his tears already staining your shirt, "Oh, Christopher." You pulled away, holding your hand up to brush some of his hair out of his eyes. You smiled softly, cupping his face with your palm, "Don't cry, okay? We'll figure something out." You offered.
His eyes were red and puffy. But after looking at you for a moment, he let out a small sad sigh and a nod. "Alright. You're right. We can figure something out."
"That's the spirit." You praised him, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, "When do you have to leave?" You asked as he bit his lip.
"In a couple of days."
You let out a shaky sigh, nodding. "Well, we'll have to make the most of it. We should go see Pooh and the others. Maybe we can throw a party." You tried to make him feel better, your hand tightly clasped in his.
Christopher nodded, "Yeah, that sounds nice."
The party was sweet. Food and small presents were given for Christopher's journey. It was almost bittersweet, but you still managed to keep the party going. Pooh, Eeyore, Tigger, and Piglet were there. Even Rabbit and Mr. Owl. Even Kanga and Roo. Christopher gave everyone a small smile as he thanked everyone for the food and gifts. For the next hour, you, Christopher, and your plush friends sang songs and told stories. But, as the sun began to set, it was time for both you and Christopher to leave.
"Bye, guys." He said, hugging Pooh and Tigger close to him, "Be good while I'm gone."
Pooh hugged him back tightly, while Tigger whined, "Come back soon, Christopher." He pleaded, causing you to laugh softly.
"He'll come to visit, I know he will." You reassured them as they all came over to give the young boy a hug.
Walking back home, both you and Christopher walked slower than usual. Hand in his, you kept your eyes on the slightly cracked concrete of the sidewalk, your beat-up shoes hitting it harshly. You didn't want the day to end. You knew, somewhere deep within your heart, that Christopher would come back... But you didn't know when.
"Do you think you'll miss me?" You sighed heavily, kicking at a stone.
Christopher's eyes widened, "Of course, I will!" He replied quickly.
"Really?" Your eyes widened, turning to look at him. "You will?"
"Yes! I really, really will miss you." He admitted, "And I will come back. I will come back and marry you." He said matter-a-factly, grinning.
Your eyes went wide, "Marry me?"
"Yes." He nodded eagerly, "Would you marry me, Y/N/N?"
You giggled, nodding, "Of course, Chris. I'd love to marry you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
~~~
- 36 Years Later -
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You thanked the taxi as it pulled to a stop, paying the driver a bit extra for the trouble. He gave you a nod before driving off. Staring at the homes side by side, you let out a happy sigh. You were home. you felt so many wonderful memories wash over you like the sea upon returning to your family's home. You remembered running down the sidewalk with Christopher, rushing to play, wild and free. Those memories were blurry, yet you could remember almost every single detail. You still remembered all the laughter, you could still hear them ringing inside of your mind. Yet, with those memories, you frowned. It had been a long time since you had been to your old home. You had moved away with your grandparents to Hammersmith when you turned fifteen. Leaving your mother and father in Merrick Square.
And with your parents, your memories with Christopher. After he left for boarding school, you spent most of your life alone. You only visited your parents during holidays and weekends. You missed your best friend, dearly. And only wished things were different. But, you had a good life. Already almost halfway through life, you have gone through a lot. After schooling, you became an English teacher, met a nice young man, and fell in love. After two years together, he proposed, but after you caught him having an affair with his secretary, you called off the wedding. You had remembered, from your childhood, that you and Christopher promised to marry each other one day, but you knew as you got older that wasn't true. As you grew older, you realized that you had to let all those childish fantasies go. And you, reluctantly, did so.
Hearing a gate squeak close, your eyes widened. You knew that sound. Christopher's family home's gate always squeaked, and they never fixed it. Turning your head, you felt as if your heart would beat out of your chest. There, wearing a gray suit, black tie, gray matching coat, and grayish-blue hat... Was Christopher Robin. You hadn't seen him in so long. Thirty-six years long. He grew out of his babyface, hair trimmed short, crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. Not to mention, he grew up to be such a handsome man. You couldn't help but stare at his form. And then, he turned, and you watched with bated breath as his forehead creased, eyebrows narrowing as he stared at you.
Did he not recognize you?
Soon you watched the recognition hit his eyes, and his jaw dropped slightly before he made his way over to you briskly. Setting his briefcase on the ground, he looked down at you with surprise, awe, and curiosity... You watched as he cleared his throat, licking his lips before speaking,
"Y/N?" He asked, voice deeper than you remembered, but that was time for you.
At the sound of your name, you smiled, "Chris." You greeted him, clasping your hands together in front of you.
Christopher couldn't stop the smile from tugging at his lips, "Hello there," He let out breathily, "I can't believe it's really you."
You nodded, "Same here. When did you get back?" You asked, and Christopher glanced at the ground briefly before looking back up at you.
"A couple of-" He paused, checking his watch, he looked back to you, "Here, let's go sit at the park. We can talk properly there." He offered and you nodded, grabbing your bag as he grabbed his briefcase. The walk was short, but it was nice; peaceful. Sitting down together on a bench, you turned slightly in your seat, meeting Christopher's eyes. Smiling softly, you clasped your hands in your lap.
"So, when did you get back, Chris?" You asked, continuing your conversation as he nodded.
"A couple of years ago." He rubbed the back of his neck, "After boarding school, my father passed."
Your heart sank, and you frowned deeply. "Oh, Chris... I'm so sorry..." You spoke up, only for Christopher to shake his head with a small smile.
"No, it's alright. Uh, well, anyway, I… I joined the war. After that, I got a job as an efficiency expert at Winslow Luggages."
You nodded, listening, "Well, you've been through it all. All I did was move to Hammersmith and get a job as an English teacher." You tried to joke but found it slightly awkward.
But it seemed Christopher didn't find it so and smiled, laughing lightly, "Out of all the professions, I never thought you'd become an English teacher."
You giggled, shoulders shaking, "Me neither! But I loved reading so I guess that led to it." With that, your conversation went still, the two of you just enjoying each other's presence, but you felt the urge to say something, feeling a bit anxious. "So... Is there a Mrs. Robin?" You mentally cringed. That sounded terrible. You hated how awkward you sounded. You wanted to be brave, but you didn't know where to begin.
Christopher chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head, "No, actually... I mean... I used to, but we divorced."
"Oh... I'm sorry-" Christopher shook his head.
"No, it's fine. We just weren't meant for each other." He interrupted you, and you bit your lip.
"May I... Ask why?" You asked slowly, softly. Watching as he shifted in his seat, Christopher glanced around the park.
"Well," He began, clearing his throat, "You won't believe this." He laughed, feeling a bit awkward and nervous.
You tilted your head to the side, "Won't believe what?" You asked, now generally curious.
"You're going to laugh at me... Or call me crazy." He tried to tell you, but you furrowed your eyebrows, even more confused.
You hesitantly reached out, placing your hand on Christopher's arm, "I won't laugh, Christopher." You emphasized on his full name in hoping he'd know that you were serious.
"Alright," He let out a sigh, "A while ago, I ran into Pooh."
Okay, now you were confused. You hadn’t heard that name in a long time. "Pooh? You ran into Pooh? Pooh was one of our imaginary friends from when we were kids." You exclaimed, surprised he was talking about Pooh again. "I'm confused."
"Well," He cleared his throat again, "I found Pooh, trying to find honey... In my kitchen," He continued, "Long story short, Tigger swapped my paperwork out of my briefcase before it got wet, and that somehow led to my daughter, Pooh, and the others trying to get my paperwork back to me. After all that happened, Evelyn thought it was best to go separate ways." He spoke all in one breath.
You pursed your lips, eyes narrowing slightly as you lean back on the bench, crossing your arms. Christopher watched you, sighing as he looked away, removing his hat to run a hand through his hair. "You don't believe me."
You quickly shook your head, "Oh, no, I just have some questions. How did Pooh get here?" You asked, crossing your legs.
"Through the tree." He pointed to the hole in the tree that you and him used to go through to get to Hundred Acer Wood.
"How did no one notice a talking bear around here?" You asked and Christopher shrugged.
"I'm still not exactly sure about that one. I think it's only kids and us since we're special or something."
You hummed, smirking, "Did Pooh tell you that?" And Christopher looked at you, scanning your face before he frowned lightly.
"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me?"
"I'm not," You spoke quickly, sitting back up, uncrossing your arms, "I am generally curious is all. And I know you, Christopher. You never lie. In fact, you're terrible at it." You laughed lightly, making him smile. "But, lastly, you have a daughter?" You asked, and Christopher nodded.
"Yes, her name is Madeline. I came to pick her up from Hundred Acer Wood actually." He spoke, and you leaned in, intrigued.
"She can go there too? Wait, can we go there, right now?" You asked, excitement clear in your voice.
He chuckled softly, "If you want to, yes. But, I will warn you... It's going to be a tight fit. It's not like what it used to be when we were children."
You nodded, "Yeah, I guessed that." You stood up, grabbing your bag. Looking down at Christopher, he looked up at you, "Well," You gave him a grin, "You coming or not?"
"How are you so calm about this?" He inquired suddenly. Your eyebrows raised, as you paused midstep, turning to Christopher as he grabbed his briefcase.
"Why wouldn't I?" You missed his smile when you turned around and stepped towards the old tree. Stepping back, you gestured to the hole in the tree, "Well, you go first. Get those cobwebs out of the way for me." You teased as Christopher just shook his head. "What? It's not like I went first when we were kids anyway. You know how much I hate spiders."
"Yes, I remember." He spoke softly before he got down on his hands and knees and crawled right through the hole.
You watched in awe as you got on your knees, tilting your head, you tried to look inside the dark hole. "Chris?" You called, hearing nothing, you shrugged. Grabbing your bag, you aimed in and slid it through. Letting out a breath, you placed your hands on the dead orange and brown leaves on the ground before crawling through the hole.
You felt an odd sensation go through you as you continued through, suddenly, you felt the warm sun on your face. Opening your eyes, they immediately widened. You pushed past the small wooden door, feeling the soft dirt under you, and you pushed yourself into standing. You were breathless as you looked around the familiar woods in awe. Staring up at the sky, you peered up at the balcony of trees and their leaves, the sun's rays shining down upon you. The world around you was almost enchanting. You took a deep breath and grinned as you closed your eyes, smiling widely. You felt your eyes water, overwhelmed with so many emotions. Feeling nothing less than euphoric. You missed this place. It was your home. It made you feel safe, calm; happy.
Opening your eyes, you found Christopher looking at you with a smile, He held his briefcase in one hand and your bag in the other. You let out a breathless laugh, seeing him before you, in Hundred Acer Wood, made you feel as if you were kids again. And you missed that feeling. That feeling of being so carefree. Running through fields, playing hide-and-seek, and having lunch with Pooh and the others. Breath hitching, you swallowed, "Do you think they'll remember me?" You asked softly, fear engulfing you.
Christopher walked over, handing you your bag, "Of course, they will, Y/N/N." You smiled upon hearing your old nickname. "Pooh had asked me about you many times. Same for the others. They've missed you." He offered you his hand, and you glanced at it, looking back up at him, "And I've missed you."
Just like old times, you felt your cheeks warm and your heart skipped a beat, you couldn't stop your smile as you took his hand. Together, hand in hand, Christopher led you through the woods. You looked around in bliss as you walked over the old bridge you, Christopher, and Pooh stood on. Passing the lavender fields and the log. Passing the small houses of your plush friends.
Pooh was eating his sticky honey at the head of the table. Where you used to sit, a little girl sat, you presumed was Madeline. Beside her, was Kanga, Roo, Piglet, and Eeyore. On the other side was Owl, Tigger, and Rabbit at the other head of the table. You felt tears burn your eyes as you let out a watery sigh. Slowly letting go of your bag and Christopher's hand, you stepped forward, chest tight with emotion.
You swallowed thickly, your heart beating a mile a minute, "Pooh?" Your voice was soft, hesitant, as you spoke up.
It was like your life went into slow-motion as Pooh looked up from his food, the others at the table doing the same. As you stood there, you hoped that they remembered you. Yes, you were different. You were older, wore different clothes... But the anticipation was killing you.
"Y/N!" Roo exclaimed, hopping off his seat and making his way to you. With a bright smile, you got down on your knees and took your baby kangaroo in your arms. Immediately, Tigger, Piglet, Owl, Rabbit, and Eeyore came over. Tigger hopped right into you, almost knocking you over with his hug. Piglet wrapped his tiny arms around you as Eeyore just nudged his head into your side affectionately. Rabbit made his way over, the same with Owl. Rabbit placed a paw on your shoulder, as Owl tapped your head with his wing. You even felt Kanga, brushing your hair, like she used to do. You felt the tears slip down your face as you sob happily.
As your long-lost friends moved away, you noticed Pooh. His face was one of surprise as his mouth opened and closed. You stared fondly back at him, before opening your arms for the old Pooh-Bear. Slowly, Pooh waddled right into your arms, his short arms wrapping around you. You could feel his sticky honey paws stick to your jacket, but you didn't care because, once more, you were reminded of your childhood friend. Pooh nuzzled against your cheek, closing your eyes as you tightened the hug. "Oh, Pooh-Bear..." You sighed, slowly pulling away, "I missed you." You spoke softly before looking up to the others, "I've missed all of you."
"We've missed you, Y/N." Rabbit spoke up, Piglet nodding his head in agreement.
"Yes... Yes, we've missed you a lot."
"It was so lonely here without you," Eeyore muttered, and you hummed, reaching over to rub the top of his head.
"Well, London's definitely lonely without all of you." You remarked as Madeline looked up at her dad.
"Dad?" She spoke up, tugging his jacket sleeve, and gaining his attention. Christopher felt her little tug, shaking him out of his daze, he looked down at his daughter. "Who are they?" She then asked, after making sure he was listening.
Christopher turned to look back at you as you sat on the ground, legs crossed, talking with your old friends with a beautiful smile on your face. So beautiful, he thought. His heart thumped in his chest. He looked at Madeline and smiled, ruffling her hair before he answered, "That's my friend Y/N. They're very important to me." Madeline nodded, turning to look back at you.
"They're really pretty," Madeline commented, causing Christopher to chuckle.
"They are." He agreed, watching as you stood up, brushing the dirt off yourself.
"Dad?" Madeline then asked.
"Hmm?"
"May I stay a bit longer? We'd only begun eating." She asked, and Christopher nodded.
"Yes, you may. I think Y/N and I will stay too." Christopher spoke, before you walked over; the others had gone back to the table.
You bent down slightly, "You must be Madeline." You greeted, holding out your hand, which she gladly grasped. "It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too. My dad thinks you're pretty." She blurted out, making Christopher sputter as he hid his face with his free hand, embarrassed by her words.
"Well," You chuckled gently, "That's very sweet of him." You glanced at Christopher, seeing as he was looking away where but you, making you smirk lightly.
"Christopher! Y/N! Come join us!" Tigger exclaimed, gaining your attention.
"Why not? I am famished!" You chuckled, taking a seat beside Tigger as Christopher sat beside you. Madeline skipped over and took her seat back beside Kanga. For the next hour, you sat with Christopher, his daughter, and your friends, reminiscing on old times when you and Christopher visited Hundred Acer Woods.
~~~
The sun slowly began to set as you and Christopher sat on the old log. It was bittersweet. The last time you were here, you were with Pooh, remembering a time when Christopher Robin was still with you. You couldn't really remember when you didn't come back. You remember feeling empty afterwards, and as the years went on, the depression faded but the emptiness stayed. Now, here, you were back with Christopher and you were whole again.
"I've missed this." You whispered, watching the sun set softly in the clouds.
"Me too." Christopher muttered, "It's been a while since we've both been here."
You hummed, before you let out a sad laugh, "I had always thought we'd stay here forever." You sighed gently. "Here with Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Eeyore, and the others... Going on adventures every day… Never getting tired of what we do. Just living our lives and having fun." You said, looking at Christopher. A sad smile graced your lips, "But now, everything is strange."
He nodded in agreement, "Everything has changed so much." He agreed with a sad sort of chuckle. You looked at each other for a few moments.
Feeling your stomach begin to flutter, you glanced back at the setting sun. "Mm, some things have changed. Not everything though." You looked back to Christopher. "You're taller. That's for sure." You teased, making Christopher laugh. "And I thought I'd be the taller one." You continued to joke, joining his laughter with your own before it slowly died down. Sighing, you bit your lip, "But you haven't changed.., I don't think. You still have your caring personality, and still are passionate about the things you do, and you’re still the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” You blinked owlishly, looking anywhere except at Christopher as his face flushed a light pink color. You swallowed, gaining your courage, you continued, “And you’re still my best friend.”
"You're still my best friend too," Christopher spoke up with a small grin, making your heart swell. You let out a breath of relief as a blush rose on your cheeks. Before you knew what was happening, Christopher pulled you into his arms. Hugging you tightly, you felt your eyes tear up again as you hugged him back. Tears flowed freely as you gripped onto his jacket, letting yourself cry. You had missed him so much, so much it hurt.
Christopher held you close, nose dug into your hair as he let out a shaky sigh. He closed his eyes, relishing the moment. He missed being able to hold you. To see your smile. To hear your laugh. He felt his throat tighten as he let out another shuddering sigh. Pulling back, Christopher stared into your eyes. His hands around your waist slowly cupped your cheeks, thumbs gently rubbing over your cheeks as he gazed over your features.
"Hey Y/N?" He asked, voice slightly above a whisper as he hoped you couldn't hear his heart beating in his chest.
"Yeah?" You replied, looking into his eyes.
"Will you marry me?" He asked breathily, and your heart leaped in your chest.
You smiled adoringly up at him, placing your hands over his on your warm cheeks, your thumbs gently brushing the soft skin of his wrists. "Oh, Christopher Robin. You remembered." You laughed out lightly, "Of course." You agreed, watching as Christopher smiled. "But take me on a date first." You added jokingly, earning a chuckle from him.
"Alright," He grinned, "I'll take you on a date."
"You promise?" You questioned, and Christopher nodded, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
"I promise."
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Steddie x virgin fem!reader
summary: after becoming roommates with your high school crush and finally getting out of your crazy strict parents house, you get a little too close to him and his best friend (your coworker) —but they’re straight, right?
warning: SMUT 18+ MDNI, female masturbation, mmf threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, unprotected p in a sex, dom & sub dynamics, they’re all love sick for each other, controlling parents, one little suicide joke, reader has no game but she’s a pervy virgin, she’s also clueless about sexuality but does admit to having bi thots
A/N: This took way too long, I wrote a whole other story just to hate it and delete it all, Im happy I did because I like this plot way more. Please let me know what you think. I also did way too much “bisexual threesome porn” searches for “research purposes” cough cough for this lmao
It was your second week of working at family video. Instantly falling into a routine of stocking returned tapes back on the shelves and cleaning down surfaces and windows. It wasn’t your first choice of work but with your situation, you would take anything you could get. You’ve been saving up money since summer to finally move out of your parents house, they’ve treated you like a child for far too long and now that you’ve decided to take a gap year and not pursue college like they had hoped you would, they are even worst. If they’re not ramming information about different colleges and courses you should be taking down your throat, they’re criticizing your music taste, your friends and the clothes you wear. Nothing is ever good enough which is why you need this job, so you can find an apartment and break free from your parents metaphorical shackles they’ve placed on you since birth.
The one good thing about your job is your co-workers, Robin and Steve. You usually work with one or the other but the days you get to work with both are always hysterical. Robin is the best always willing to go the extra mile to be sure you know exactly what you’re doing, Steve is sweet and a little bit of a flirt but you know his reputation and well it’s probably just second nature to him at this point, you don’t overthink it since he tends to flirt with the customers too. But god is he gorgeous, you totally get lost in his eyes when he’s talking to you. Not having much experience with boys is the reason you are terrible at flirting back, the most experience you have is making out with Christopher Malone at church camp when you were 15, he might have also cupped your left boob but still, it’s not much to go off of and putting yourself out there to the male species seems a whole lot harder then just being alone.
It’s a lovely Monday morning when you show up to family video. You work one on one with Steve today which always gives you butterflies, even going as far as stuttering like a lame-o when he talks to you, he was always asking personal questions or for your opinions on things and it would always take you by surprise, thus the stuttering
Steve went to Hawkins high with you, both of you sharing a math class where you said all but five words to each other—but working closely side by side was so different. Using a lot of free time to have conversations, and by conversations you mean him talking while you twirl your finger in your hair as you stare into his eyes and at his lips, pretending like you’re paying attention.
“Hello, y/n” his hand waving in front of your face making you snap out of whatever daydream you were having
“Oh, sorry! I-I was thinking about-“ you stahl as you try to make up something on the spot
“About what?” He says as he lifts his eyebrows and puts his hands on his hips
“I was trying to remember if I turned my curling iron off” you spit out
“Mmm” is all he says as he nods his head, giving you a knowing look, almost like he could read your mind. God, you’re so thankful he can’t do that
“So what is it you were saying, sorry” you say as your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment
“I was saying my buddy Eddie is actually looking for a roommate, he just moved into an apartment and I guess his job cut some hours so he’s kinda desperate to find someone, and I remember you telling Robin you were trying to get out of your folks house, so I figured I’d let you know”
“Eddie as in Eddie Munson?” You say as your eyes widen
“Yup that’s him” Steve says as he rubs the back of his neck
“U-um yeah, okay, can I get his number from you?” Your cheeks now a dark crimson red
You had the biggest crush on Eddie Munson in high school, sure he was “the freak” or “the bad boy” but something about him always enticed you, you would look for him in the halls, cafeteria and assemblies. You locked eyes with him on more than one occasion and every time, you felt your heart practically stop, you even contemplated buying weed just for a chance to talk to him, but you chickened out at the last minute
You weren’t sure if living with your high school crush was a good idea but you were also desperate, and maybe this could be your chance to finally get to know Eddie, if not intimately then maybe just as friends
“Yeah, I’ll write it down and give it to you at the end of our shift, just remind me” he says as he gives you a smile
The day drags on and finally at 4:30pm you’re clocking out and gathering your things to head out, as you walk up to Steve to bid him a “bye, enjoy the rest of your day” as you usually do, he turns around from the counter to slip you the number he promised you earlier, as you go to grab it your finger tips touch and you can’t help but get shy, as you look up at him and then look down at your shoes with an embarrassingly big smile on your face.
“T-thanks for this, really it means a lot” you say as you wave the number in your hand
“Yeah no problem, just give him a call and tell him I sent you” he says with a wink that makes your face heat up
“Thank you again, have a good day” you say as you rush out of there, kicking yourself for being so awkward
Once you get home, you head for the kitchen to use the house phone. Your parents never even allowed you your own private phone for your room, and luckily they weren’t home to hear your conversation, they’d lose their minds if they knew you could possibly be moving in with a boy, but for now what they don’t know won’t hurt em’
As you dial the number with shaky hands and a rapidly beating heart, you give your self a tiny pep talk “be cool” “just relax and be cool” as you inhale and exhale a deep breath. The line rings exactly three times before you hear a groggy voice on the other end
“Hello?” -—Wow his voice is so sexy— “no, nope get it together, remember, be cool” you think to yourself
“Helloooo?” Eddie says breaking you out of your thoughts
“Oh, sorry yes um- this is y/n, I work with Steve and he gave me your number because I’m looking to move out and he said you’re looking for a roommate?” You have never wanted to go lay in oncoming traffic so bad
“Mm, Steve gave you my number?” You can hear the smirk on his lips
“Yeah, I’m sorry is that not okay?” — god you wish you could just disappear in this moment
“No, no it’s okay! So when do you wanna come over? I can show you the place and we can go over rent and whatnot” his tone of voice almost sounds eager, but Steve did say he was desperate to find someone
“I can head over in a couple hours, if that’s okay?” You timidly ask
“Cool, cool that works”
After he gives you the address and you hang up, you rush to your room to get ready, you are not going to this meeting in your work uniform
So you freshen up a bit and change into something more you
Deciding on a rainbow band cropped muscle shirt — the shirt your parents always gave you shit for, because one it was “too short” and two “it was the devils music”
You paired it with some black high waisted shorts and a black belt, and then shoved on your white Reeboks, spraying some perfume before you rush out to your little blue ford pinto, the one nice thing your parents did for you—buying it for you your senior year just to get to and from school
The apartment was about a 12 minute drive. You pull up to a brick complex building with a little stoop, it looked fancier then you were expecting, two big pots with beautiful purple flowers on either side of the entrance door— before you are able to walk in you have to be buzzed in by the occupant, so you press the button by B13 and instantly hear Eddie’s voice through the contraption
“Come on up” he says before you’re even able to speak, you hear the door click and you open it— immediately being welcomed by a staircase, you walk up to apt B13, but before you lift your hand to knock you take some deep breaths, Readying yourself for this interaction with a boy you were love sick for almost all of high school
By the first knock, the door swings open and your met by Eddie, and holy hell did he still look as beautiful as he did then, maybe even more so, his hair was a little longer and by what you could tell under the sleeves of his Iron Maiden shirt he definitely filled out more, a little more muscular and maybe even a little taller whatever it was, was turning you into an idiot because you couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming all over his body, his signature black jeans with the rips in the knees and woah is that a bulge? “Okay—okay stop it right now!” You think to yourself, once you look up into Eddies eyes you realize he’s doing the same, ogling your legs and exposed thighs and sliver of skin between your shorts and shirt.
That somehow gave you the confidence to speak first— “hi, I’m y/n” you say as you hold out your hand for him to shake
“I know, we went to school together, right?” He says as he sticks his hand out to meet yours
“Yeah we did, we did— didn’t think you’d remember me” you say still shaking his hand
“I always remember a pretty face” he says back and your panties instantly grow a wet spot— because holy shit, did he just call me pretty?
You want to say something back and be flirty but all you can give him is a little giggle as both of your hands separate from that excessively long hand shake
“Come on in” he finally says as he gestures you in first
You giggle again as you say “thank you”
As you walk inside your eyes scan the place, it was really nice and you could totally see yourself living here, way nicer than anything you could get alone. There’s a few horror movie and band posters hung up around the living room— some fangoria and heavy metal magazines placed on the coffee table, a nice grey couch and a tv setup in front, even a record player with a crate full of vinyls. As you’re busy eyeing the place Eddie is busy eyeing you—looking a little too long at your back side than would be considered appropriate
As you turn around you catch him, eyes still trained on your ass, your cheeks flush and your heart starts beating a mile a minute again, but you give him a smile as you tell him how nice the place is
“Do you want the tour?” He asks, as his eyes are now eyeing your muscle tank
“Yes, please” you say with too much excitement as you bounce from the heels to the balls of your feet making your boobs bounce, which did not go unnoticed by Eddie
But before he began the tour, eyes still trained to your shirt—he points to it
“I like your shirt—I uh, didn’t know you listened to that kind of music” he says as he looks back up into your eyes
Eddie’s nervousness was giving you some kind of boost of confidence because before you could rethink your next words, they’re tumbling out
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Eddie” you say with a smirk as you turn around signaling to him that you’re ready for the tour
As he shows you around, you both can’t help but sneak peaks of each others bodies, you almost couldn’t concentrate on anything else—until he showed you the vacant room, it was a very decent size and could very well fit all of your belongings and then some
“It’s perfect” you say beaming up at him
“Yeah, this place has pretty big rooms, huh?” He says back as he smiles down at you
“So do you wanna go over the bills and stuff now?”
You look back at him with the most beautiful smile he thinks he’s ever seen
“So does that mean I’m moving in?” You squeak out with pure excitement
“Yeah, it does—by the way, when’s the soonest you can start moving your stuff in? You know for rent purposes, the mechanic shop I work at thought it’d be a good idea to hire a couple more people so they cut my hours back” he says with a glum look you wish you could kiss right off
“Oh, well I can start moving little things in by tomorrow, but I need to find someone to help with the bigger things like my bed and dresser”
“Me and Steve could help—if you wanted” he spits out a little faster then he anticipated
“Oh my god, I would be indebted to you both forever, if you did” you say with your best puppy dog eyes
“Yeah I can think of some ways you can cash in that debt” he says with a smirk that makes a chill run down your spine and a place between your thighs throb—you swallow before you smile back at him
“Let’s go sit so we can talk” he says as he does the same “after you” gesture he did when you first walked in
After you both talk about the expenses you’d be splitting and some rules he has which consisted of
Food—you can have whatever of his you want just make sure to ask first and you agreed, that he could do the same. No smoking weed on the balcony, the neighbors like to complain about the smell—but you assured him you don’t smoke, so that doesn’t really apply to you. Last one always let him know when you’re going to have company over, after agreeing and shaking hands he walks you out and before you go to leave he gives you a hug and whispers close to your ear
“I’ll see you tomorrow” goosebumps instantly rising from your skin, you nod and give him a smile before you walk off to your car
As you make your way back home, you try to go over what the hell just happened. You haven’t felt this giddy in your life, you’re about to move in with Eddie fucking Munson, you weren’t sure if you wanted to pull over to do a happy dance or pull over to puke from the nerves that have just swarmed through your stomach at the thought of seeing him everyday, sharing a bathroom with him, holy shit— sleeping in the next room over from him, oh my god you didn’t think about all of this before, what if he sees all your flaws and gets disgusted by you— okay, stop no overthinking, this is your chance to finally be your own person, live your life for yourself and maybe Eddies the perfect person to show you how to let loose.
After Eddie and Steve helped you move your heavier items in—one of your first debts was treating them to burgers and fries for dinner. After grabbing everything from your parents house you left your new number for them to be able to contact you. Moving out the week they were on a work trip, not wanting the confrontation—but you were an adult and you are allowed to move out without permission, you knew once they found out they’d completely cut off contact with you, but you still held out hope that your parents could be decent humans, someday.
But now that you’re settled in, Eddie mentioned a tradition him and Steve have every Saturday, horror movie night. Being around both of the guys you get butterflies for might be a little overwhelming, but you’ve grown to love their company so it should be a good night.
Since it’s your first, you’ve been put in charge of picking the movies—settling on the serpent and the rainbow and fright night. You’ve decided on a whim that you’re gunna look good tonight, maybe that was a terrible idea but you wanted to be desirable, you want to feel sexy and for them to see you as such, so there’s not harm in wearing some cute little pajamas—enfaces on the little
As soon as you got home from your shift you cleaned up a little bit and then hopped in the shower to clean the long day off, once out you used some sweet smelling body lotion and spritzed some perfume on your neck and wrists—finally changing into an off white silk two piece accustomed with some ruffles on the end of the short shorts, showing off the underside of your butt—the top was very cropped and you’ve decided to go without a bra, it just looked better that way, you paired the whole ensemble with white knee high socks. After brushing and drying your hair, you give yourself a once over in the full length mirror that is hanging behind your door, you felt sexy—for the first time in your life, you could kiss your best friend Rachel for getting this pajama set for you on your birthday. The confident thoughts that entered your head left as quickly as they came, now you’re questioning how this makes you look—“am I going to look desperate” “are they going to know I’m dressing up for them?” Oh god I hope not
Before you could overthink any further, there’s a knock at your door—you were so focused you almost jumped out of your skin
“Y-yeah?” You ask trying to catch your breath
“Can you come set up the movie while I get the snacks ready?” Eddie asks from the other side of the door
“Yeah, of course! I’ll be right out”
It’s now or never, either you stop being a pussy and get some confidence or you’ll be stuck as the little virgin forever— so you take a deep breath and walk out into the living room to set up fright night first. Steve called 30 minutes ago to say he’d be on his way soon, so he should be here any minute. As you’re fiddling with the remote and pausing it on the fbi warning— Eddie walks out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn in hand—
“Hey, hope you like butte-“ “woah” he said almost dropping the bowl of popcorn as his eyes descend along your figure in the little pajama set
“You um, you look nice” he says as he looks down, setting the popcorn bowl on the coffee table
“Thanks” you say with a shy smile— can’t tell if that’s a good reaction or not, but you’ll take it
“I uh, I’m gunna go use the bathroom, can you buzz Steve in when he comes?” He says as he rushes off
“Sure” was all you were able to get out before he disappeared down the hallway
About 5 minutes go by and you hear the buzzer go off— it’s Steve, you answer and buzz him through, you open the door and wait for him to come up—but as you wait you get preoccupied with cleaning off the dining table
You hear the door shut behind you, signaling that Steve is now inside, as you turn to look at him, he’s giving you the same look Eddie did earlier before he headed off to the bathroom
“Hey” you say with a little wave
He walks towards you with a 12 pack of beer in his hand as he looks you up and down, making a chill run through your body
“Well hello” he says as he walks up standing right in front of you “don’t you look nice tonight”
“Oh, um thanks” you say as you take the 12 pack from him
“I’ll put these in the fridge” you say heading into the kitchen “Eddie’s in the bathroom—just make yourself comfy”
After pulling out three beers for you and the guys— you put the pack in the fridge and head back to the living room— you see Steve and Eddie immediately stop their conversation once you’ve gotten within ear shot of them, they’re both ogling you as you walk to sit in between them on the sofa— okay these pajamas were definitely working
Once fright night starts playing and you are all sipping on your beer and passing popcorn back and forth— Eddie pauses it to take a smoke break, you pass but they still invite you to hang out in his room, while they partake
You sit up against Eddie’s wooden headboard while Steve and Eddie sit at the end of the bed facing you—passing the joint back and forth to each other while you all get lost in conversation
“So y/n” Steve says as the smoke bellows out of his mouth, looking at your thighs and then back to your eyes “I like these little pjs, do you normally wear stuff like that to bed?” — you feel your cheeks heat at the question, embarrassment washing over you
“Um, no actually I usually just wear big shirts to bed, but these are the only matching pajamas I have, so I decided to wear them tonight for the special occasion” you say shyly
“Yeah? I like ‘em, right Ed, we like ‘em?” He says looking at Eddie, making him choke on some of the smoke he had just inhaled
“Mmhm, we do” he says, both boys looking at you like they were hungry and you were a four course meal
You didn’t say too much after that, now feeling way too shy to insert yourself in their conversations— you guys head back to the living room to finish the movie, resuming your positions on the couch after Steve gets up to grab three more beers for you all
Once fright night is over and all the popcorn and beers have been drunk, you decide to save serpent and the rainbow for another night
“I actually have an early shift tomorrow, so I think I’m gunna get to bed, is that okay?” You ask the boys — noticing the look of disappointment on both of their faces
“Uh, yeah yeah that’s fine” Eddie speaks up first
“Goodnight guys” you say while grabbing your throw blanket and heading to your room— “goodnight y/n” Steve says
Once you lay down and try to fall asleep, it’s almost impossible, things seemed so off tonight— almost like the boys had a secret or were in on something you had no idea about, maybe it was in your head. But you also seen the way they were looking at you — and how disappointed they looked when you told them you were going to bed, you weren’t even sure what you were asking for— there’s no way they’d both want you, so why are you fighting so hard to be wanted by both of them?
an hour passes of you tossing and turning and once you finally find a position you’re most comfortable in, you start to hear foot steps, it’s probably Eddie going to his room— Steve must’ve left.
About 10 minutes later, you’re still wide awake— you start to hear faint moans coming from Eddie’s side of the wall “oh my god, is he jacking off?” You whisper to yourself. The moans get louder and now you hear another set of moans and some slapping noises— “wait, oh my god, is that Steve?” — “holy shit, are Steve and Eddie fucking?” You couldn’t help but get up and place your ear to the wall
You start to feel a tinge of jealousy in the pit of your stomach accompanied by arousal, wow this is turning you on, thinking of both of them together— well this is new, never thought you’d be turned on by two men you’re crushing on having sex. As the moans get louder— your hand descends into your little silk shorts and under your panties, you don’t really touch yourself—probably making yourself cum a handful of times, but woah the instant need is something you’ve never felt before— you’re so wet, you gather the slick that’s seeping out of your hole and bring it up to your clit, rubbing slow deliberate circles on it, as you begin to feel that burning sensation in the pit of your stomach— Eddie and Steve’s moans get a little louder, you hear Eddie tell Steve to keep it down, and then the slapping continues— you reach your peak as you push a pillow into your face to muffle the moans that are coming out of your mouth— holy fuck you’ve never cum so hard, once you’re finished the moaning stops and you hear some muffled talking but not enough to make out what’s being said, after a couple minutes you hear foot steps and the front door close.
As you come down from your high— you start to feel shame for listening in and touching yourself to something you shouldn’t have been listening to, but what the hell?— Steve and Eddie? So what are they like gay?— I mean surely Steve can’t be he’s a ladies man, still flirting and going on dates with the women that come into family video, but I mean Eddie— you’ve never seen him with a girl before, but you’ve seen the way he’s looked at you since the first day you came over, he’s never been subtle in his attempts at checking you out. You’re so confused.
After continuously tossing and turning last night you’ve decided it’d be best to just move on, clearly Steve and Eddie have a thing for each other and no matter how much you like them both, maybe it’s for the best to just start your dating life— you no longer live with your parents thus allowing you to finally go on dates, so why not indulge?
Luckily today you work with Robin, you wouldn’t know how to face Steve if you worked one on one with him, you already feel guilty for getting off to his and Eddie’s moans, the whole thing would just be awkward— luckily you didn’t see Eddie either before you left for work.
It’s nearing the end of your shift, you’re stocking the horror section with some returns when you hear the bell above the entrance door go off, Robins in the back so you’re in charge of greeting and helping customers
“Welcome to family video!” you say as you continue your strategic alphabetical placements, as you’re putting the last movies away, you stand up and head back to the counter— being greeted by a familiar smiling face
“Donnie Anderson?” you say with a shy smile as you look up at the tall, dark haired boy— you both went to Hawkins high together, he was the quarterback and you tutored him on multiple occasions
“Y/n?” He says as his eyes squint “Wow, how have you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good actually, how about you?”
“Yeah, same here” he says with his signature charming smile “wow you look great”
You can’t help but blush at his kind words—“thanks, so do you”—“so is there a movie I can help you find?”
“Right? Movie um, yeah I’m looking for dream a little dream and license to drive, they’re for my little sister” he says as he looks down in embarrassment
“Those are the movies with the two Corey’s, right?” You say as you raise your eyebrows
“Yup” he says as he nods his head slowly
“For your little sister, huh?” You tease
“Yeah, uh, she loves Corey Haim” he chuckles
After you ring him up and get caught up in talks about the past and future— Donnie leans over getting a little close to your personal space, working up his charm
“Hey what are you doing tomorrow?” He asks
“I have another morning shift, but after that I’m free, why? What’s up?” You say as you lean a little closer towards him
“Do you want to go out with me tomorrow?”—“maybe catch a movie?” He says with hopeful eyes
“Sure, y-yeah that sounds fun, I’d love to” you say as you hand him the bag with his movies
“Cool, can I get your number?”
You pull out a note pad and pen from the drawer and jot your number down, tearing out the page to give to him— “okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, have a goodnight y/n” he says as he walks backwards to the door, and then turns around to walk out
Oh my god, your first official date! — you can’t help but to do a little happy dance, quickly being interrupted by Robin
“That inventory took way too lon-“ she says immediately stopping as she sees your dancing form behind the counter
“We having a dance party or something?” She inquires
“No, but Im going on my first date tomorrow” you say with a giddy smile
“Really? Was I gone that long?” She says with a snort
After getting home from your shift, you pull your clothes off and put an oversized shirt on to get comfortable— you lie down in bed and start to doodle in your notebook while crazy on you by heart plays in the background— suddenly you hear a knock at your bedroom door
“Come in!” You yell over the music
“Hey uh, someone’s on the phone for you, I think he said his name was Danny”
“Danny?” You say with a questioning look “oh Donnie, okay” you roll off of your bed and head to the phone—as you talk to Donnie on the phone about your date, Eddie’s sitting at the kitchen table nursing a beer, with a sad look on his face
“Okay, sounds good! I’ll see you tomorrow” you say, hanging up the phone
“Who’s Donnie?” Eddie questions still staring at his beer
“Donnie Anderson, he was on the football team. Anyway, he came by family video today and we started talking and he asked to take me out on a date”
“A date?” Eddie says as his jaw clenches
“Yeah a date”
“Oh, that’s cool um I gotta go” Eddie says as he gets up from the table, chair scraping against the linoleum floors, he walks out the front door leaving it to slam— what just happened?
Going into work the next morning, you worked along side Steve. He was distant and barely said anything to you, other than asking about your date—Robin must of told him.
The date with Donnie went really well—but you couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie, all week he’d been hot and cold with you, one minute heavily flirting and the next almost avoiding you. Steves attitude towards you has somewhat gone back to normal, having little conversations here and there— you really couldn’t understand them, it almost seemed like they were jealous, but that can’t be it.
Finally Saturday rolls around and you wanted to invite Donnie to come hang out, maybe after you’ll let him spend the night and who knows maybe you’ll even lose your virginity to him—-But you’d have to tell Eddie since that was on his list of rules
After getting home from work you changed into a little white cami and some red and white shorts you got from summer camp years ago, they definitely made your butt look great, even if they’re way smaller than they use to be— you make your way into the living room where Eddie and Steve are sitting and talking
“Hey, um is it okay if I invite a friend over?” You say as you walk towards the couch they’re sitting on
“Uh, yeah I guess, sure” Eddie says without even looking at you
“Okay, thanks” you say as you turn towards the kitchen to call Donnie
After you hang up you go back to sit down with the guys, they’re deep in conversation about Eddie’s band. He’d stopped playing for awhile after most of the members headed off to college, he’s been looking for new musicians so he was asking Steve for advice — It was so weird, that you knew they had sex, but they were never affectionate towards each other or at least not in front of you, if you would’ve never heard them that night, you would’ve never guessed they’d have an intimate relationship— you wanted to ask questions, but it wasn’t your place and you didn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable or like you were judging— you certainly had your fair share of thoughts about women
But they are your friends so maybe you’d be able to confide in them?
“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt but can I ask you both a question?”
“Uh sure” Steve says as he turns his body towards you with intrigue
“It’s kind of a personal question, so don’t get weirded out that I’m asking, okay?” You say with hesitation
They both look at each other and then look back at you as they say “okay” in unison
“How did you guys lose your virginity?” You say as you put your palm under your chin
“Um, wow that is pretty personal” Steve says as Eddie laughs
You look away in embarrassment, feeling like you maybe overstepped— until Steve spoke up first
“I lost mine when I was 15, she was 17 and I had no idea what I was doing” he said “it was pretty awkward and I had really just wanted to lose it just to lose it, I never really talked to her after that, must’ve been pretty bad” he chuckles
Eddie looks at him with a knowing smirk on his face, like he wants to say something but decides not to
“And you Ed’s?” You say as you look at him
He blushes at the nickname, he loves when you call him that
“Um, I lost mine at 18, same as Steve it was awkward and I had no idea what I was doing” he says as he looks over to Steve and then you
Hmm, okay super vague but I’ll take it— you think to yourself
“What about you?” Steve says catching you off guard
“Oh um, well um” you stammered—both boys looking at you with raised eyebrows waiting to hear your answer
“Well, see that’s why I asked because I don’t exactly have a first time, and um I kind of want to and I was thinking tonight with Donnie we might you know” your sentence coming out as almost one long jumbled word
“You’re a virgin?” Eddie looks at you like you’ve just confessed to a murder
Steve looks like he’s at a loss for words— you just want to go climb in bed under your covers and never show your face again
“Yes, I’m a virgin” you say as you begin to bite your nails, not wanting to look at either of their faces
“Hey, that’s okay nothing wrong with being a virgin” Steve says
“Yeah well, I never had the opportunity I wasn’t allowed to date when I lived with my parents, it was school, tutor, work repeat”—“I wasn’t even allowed to have guy friends, how crazy is that?” You say still playing with your finger nails
“Donnie was my first date” you whisper
You finally look up at the boys faces, and distinctly see the look of pity written all over them
“It’s fine forget I asked” you say as you get up “I’m going to go get ready” you say as you sulk back to your room
Eddie and Steve were shocked—they weren’t sure what “not looking like a virgin” meant but you did not look like a virgin, you were sexy as hell, they couldn’t believe no one had ever jumped at the chance to fuck you— but they definitely didn’t want Donnie to be the first one
After you freshened up and put on a little bit of makeup— Steve had knocked on your door to tell you Donnie was here— tonight you were all going to watch serpent and the rainbow since you didn’t get to last movie night— you walk out into the living room and Steve and Eddie are talking to Donnie as they all sip on a beer, Donnie sees you and jumps up to give you a hug and kiss, you blush as he takes your hand and walks you to the couch to sit next to him, almost uncomfortably close as he sets his hand on your thigh and rubs it
You can see Eddie out of your peripheral looking at where Donnie’s hand is placed—Steve coughs and says “alright everybody ready to start the movie?” You all agree—feeling a thick tension in the air
The movie was long but by the end you stand up and tell the guys you need to use the restroom really quick—“when you come back you’ll ask donnie to stay the night” you think to yourself
When you get back you see Steve and Eddie but Donnie is gone.
“Where’s Donnie?” You ask looking around like he was going to come out of another room
“He left” Eddie said
“Left? Why would he leave?” You say with your eyebrows furrowed
“We told him to leave” Steve says as Eddie looks down at his feet
“Why would you do that?” Now you’re fuming
“Because we just didn’t think it was a good idea for him to stay” Eddie speaks up
“A good idea? What?” — “what the fuck does that mean?” You seethe
They had never heard you cuss before
“We just don’t think you should have sex with him y/n”
“You cant decide who I fuck!” — “Jesus, it’s like I’m living with my parents all over again, you guys can’t control who I see” — “I didn’t tell you two not to fuck the other night, so why do you have the right to tell me who I can be with?” You didn’t mean for that to come out so harsh, but this must of been a trigger for you, feeling like you’re being controlled, it made you wanna scream.
“What?” They say in unison as they look at each other almost like they felt guilty for something
“I don’t care what you guys do, or if you guys are gay or whatever— so don’t insert yourself in my business” you say as calmly as you can
“Gay?” They both say again at the same time
“Sweetheart, we’re not gay” Eddie says with a smirk, god he can be such an arrogant asshole
“Okay well whatever you are I don’t care, just stay out of my business” you say as you begin to walk away
“You heard us?” Steve says stopping you in your tracks
“Uh, yeah you were kind of loud and I had trouble falling asleep that night”
“See I told you to keep it down” Eddie says as he shoots Steve a look you couldn’t quite make out
“Hey, I’m not judging you guys okay?”—“I would never do that” you don’t ever want to come off as a bigoted asshole, you don’t want to be anything like your parents
“Thanks” they both say
“Can you come sit down, so we can talk?” Eddie motions with his head towards the couch
“Um, yeah sure” you say as you walk back to the couch
You sit in the open seat between them— they both turn towards you, giving each other a knowing look before their eyes find you again
“We um, yes we have sex, we’re bi”
“You guys really don’t have to explain yourselves to me” you say trying to stop Eddie from going any further
“No, no we want to, babe” Steve says—the pet name instantly making your stomach flutter
“Okay, well why?” You say as you look at both men sitting on either side of you
“We like you y/n” — “I’ve liked you for awhile” Eddie says — “since high school” he continues
“You’ve liked me since high school?” You say as your eyes widen
“Yeah, I’d always look at you and when you’d catch me I’d look away, I figured you must’ve thought I was a weirdo, so I never tried to talk to you” — “so when you called me and I found out you were, you and you were interested in moving in, I knew I was in trouble, that first meeting i couldn’t take my eyes off of you, you’ve always been beautiful” — “but holy shit” he says
“When I seen you on your first day at family video I wanted to ask you out on a date, but Robin told me to keep it professional, and then when I told Ed you had started working with us, he told me about his high school crush on you so when I found out you were looking for a room to rent and Eddie was looking for a roommate, I thought it’d be the perfect set up, even though I really wanted you for myself” he says as he looks over to Eddie—Eddie shooting him a glare back
“That night we wanted to tell you how we felt, I mean fuck you looked so good, we couldn’t help but to fuck each other while we thought about you” Steve says
“So do you guys do that often?”— “No judgement” you say as you throw up your hands in surrender
“Well we have an arrangement, where if we’re hanging out and we’re horny we just go for it” —“it’s more of like a friends with benefits type of thing” Eddie throws in
“I see” you say as you nod your head
“So what? You said you didn’t think I should have sex with Donnie, does that mean you think I should have sex with you both?” You ask purely out of curiosity
“That’s up to you, princess” Eddie says
Jesus this man and his terms of endearment
“So you both would be okay with taking my virginity?” You ask as you raise your brows
“We’d be honored to, but only if that’s what you want” Steve says
“Well if we’re all being honest here, I’ve had a crush on you Ed’s since high school, too. When you’d catch me looking back at you it was only because I was specifically looking for you. I um, I even wanted to buy weed from you as an excuse to talk to you, but I pussied out last minute. I had even wrote you a note to meet me after school, I was gunna slip it into your locker but I was too nervous, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it” you say as you reminisce with a smile
Eddie’s eyes widen at the revelation, he couldn’t believe you felt the same for him, you both could’ve been together this whole time
“And Steve I was reminded how gorgeous I always thought you were that first day and I loved how much you made me laugh, I even thought you were flirting with me but I mean I knew of your reputation and you flirt with the customers too, so I just didn’t want to overthink it, ya know?”
“Yeah, he is a big flirt, aren’t you big boy?” Eddie says with a smirk as he ruffles Steve’s hair
“Cmon man, not the hair!” Steve says smacking away Eddie’s hand
You couldn’t help but giggle at their antics
“Okay, yes I want to”
They both stop what they’re doing and look at you— “we need you to say exactly what you want, baby?” Eddie says
“I um, I-I want you both to fuck me” you stutter out
“Try again sweetheart, say it like you mean it” Eddie continues with a mischievous smirk
“I want you both to fuck me” you say with more confidence
“Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Steve says
“Let’s move this to the room?” Eddie asks looking back and forth from you to Steve
“Yeah let’s go” you say as you get up and hold both of your hands out towards them to take
You drag them behind you to Eddies room
“Woah someone’s eager” one of them says while they both snicker
Once you three enter Eddies bedroom they’re both on you, Eddie grabs your chin and brings your lips to his, Steve starts kissing your neck, his hand slowly moving down your back to your ass, he grabs a handful making you moan into Eddies mouth
You cannot believe this is happening
You’re about to lose your virginity to two incredibly sexy men, who else can say that?
Eddies tongue slips into your mouth deepening the kiss, while Steve sucks your neck and soothes it wish his tongue
You rake both your hands down their chests—as your hands descend along their lower stomach it stops at the huge bulge in both their pants
You cup them through their jeans, gaining a moan from both men
You break the kiss as you look up at Eddie
“What do you wanna do first, baby?” He says as he grabs both of your hips, smiling down at you
“I want you to teach me how to suck Steve’s cock” you say innocently
“Fuck” they both say in unison
“Okay, yeah I can do that” Eddie says
He grabs a pillow off of his bed
“Get on your knees” he says in a tone of voice that almost made you whimper, strong and assertive
“Yes, sir” you say almost as a joke but you could tell in Eddies face how much he liked it, eyes glazing over, now looking at you with an intense hunger, both of them were looking at you like that—it was almost overwhelming how turned on you were becoming
Eddie kneels beside you, both of you between Steve’s legs from his standing position, eyes trained on you and the metalhead. Eddie begins unbuttoning Steves jeans and pulling down his zipper, he shoves his thumbs in the waistband of Steve’s jeans and boxers and tugs them down just above his knees, his cock springs out— your jaw drops at how huge it is, he’s cut and has a pretty pink throbbing head with precum oozing from the slit, your mouth waters just looking at it. You never sucked a dick before and said you never would, but holy shit, you wanted to live with Steves cock in your mouth, it was beautiful
You and Eddie lick your lips at the same time, as you both stare at it
“Go ahead and grab it, baby” Eddie whispers to you— you grasp it at the base, your hand looks so small compared to it, which excites you even more
Eddie puts his hand over yours—“okay, now move it up and down, mmhm just like that baby, good girl” his whispers causing goosebumps to form on your skin
“Now spit on it” Eddie says
You gather all the saliva in your mouth and spit a on the head of Steve’s pink tip
“That’s it, okay now start smearing that wetness all over his cock, baby” — “yup just like that, fuck Steve she’s a quick learner” he says looking up into his best friends eyes with a smirk
“Okay now put your mouth around the tip, and suck” — “nope” you say as you shake your head
“I wanna see you first” you say as you giggle
“You wanna see me suck Stevie’s cock? what does that turn you on or something?” He says jokingly
You nod your head and bite your lip
“Dirty girl” Steve says looking down at the exchange
“I might of played with myself that night I heard you both fucking” you shyly retort
Eddie and Steves eyes widen as they look at each other — “hear that Stevie? Our girls a kinky little thing” Eddie laughs out
Our girl
“Okay baby, I’ll show you how it’s done” Eddie says pretending to crack his neck before he dives in—putting his lips over Steves tip and sucking, slowly putting more and more in his mouth until Steve is in his throat, Eddie must be very experienced because he doesn’t gag as Steve begins to fuck his mouth
You can’t help it, you have to rub your pussy while watching them, it’s way too hot not to—you slip your fingers into your waist band and start rubbing your clit, your pussy is insanely wet already, making your fingers glide over your clit so smoothly, you can’t hold the moans back
“Fuck, she’s touching herself dude” Steve says while looking down at you as he bites his lip
Eddie let’s go of Steves cock with a pop as he looks over at you—grabbing the back of your hair and crashing his lips into yours, tasting Steve on his tongue makes your panties gush even more— the whole thing is so incredibly sexy
Eddie breaks the kiss— “okay baby, it’s your turn”
You grab Steves cock from the base again, it’s now slick with Eddies spit so you give it a few strokes before you put it in your mouth and start sucking, then swirling your tongue around the tip, taking it back in your mouth moving down slowly finally hitting the back of your throat, you instantly gag on it, making your eyes water
“that’s okay princess, we’ll have that throat trained in no time” Eddie says with a smirk
“Keep going baby, your mouth feels fucking amazing” Steve says as he reaches down to grab some of your hair, reaching his other hand down to grab Eddies hair too—“fuck you both are so sexy on your knees for me” he says looking from you to Eddie
Once you’ve gotten the hang of it, you start sliding your lips on the side of Steves cock, you reach out, grabbing Eddie’s hair making him bring his lips to the other side, he knows exactly what you’re trying to have him do, so he puts his lips on the other side, mimicking you and your movements, up and down
“Fuuuuuck” Steve moans out
You and Eddie start making out with Steves tip— making him whimper and groan, the hands fisted in both your hair tightening
“Okay, okay I can’t take anymore” Steve says pulling you both up by your hair
His lips smash into Eddies and they have a heated kiss before Steve pulls away and grips your hair he’s still holding, pulling you towards him and smashing his lips into yours, tongues and teeth clashing, it’s a sloppy but calculated kiss, you finally pull away—looking at Eddie
“Should we suck yours next?” You ask Eddie
“Uh-uh baby”—“I won’t last if I have both your pretty lips on my cock” Steve rolls his eyes as he laughs
“Get on the bed baby, let us take care of you” Steve says picking you up and throwing you down on the bed, as you yelp
Eddie begins pulling your shorts down, both of them looking over your body like they were about to devour you— “take her shirt off too” Steve instructs Eddie
“Cmon baby, let’s get this shirt off of you, we wanna see those pretty titties” Eddie says
“Yes sir” you say again as you raise your arms
Eddie growls as he pulls off your thick camisole, boobs springing out—thanking god you went without a bra
“Fuck, look at that” Eddie says under his breathe
“Those are the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen” Steve says with his eyes blown wide with lust
“Lay back, sweetheart” Eddie says in a sweet but assertive tone
You do as your told, laying back but using your elbows to still keep you propped up—Steve moves closer to you. Eddie grabs one knee and Steve grabs the other as the both pull them apart, exposing the big wet spot right in the middle of your light pink, lace panties—Steve and Eddies hands both touching different parts of you, Steve rubbing your thigh and Eddie playing with the little black bow on the top of your panties, sending you a smirk—Eddies fingers move down to the wet spot, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and then cupping your hole pussy in his hand as he grunts
“Fuck you’re so wet for us baby” he moans out
“Can’t wait to stretch that little pussy out, make it take both of us at the same time” Eddie says to Steve making your pussy throb right where his hand is placed
“I-I want that so bad” you moan out
“Not now baby, that’s for another day, we gotta get you use to one cock today”—“but soon you’ll be taking both of us in all your tight little holes, Kay?”
“Yes, sir” you say with slight disappointment, although the promise of another time instantly makes your stomach flutter
Eddie puts his thumbs in the waist band of your panties, pulling them down, you let them fall off your legs and onto the floor—Eddies instantly grabbing your knees and pulling them apart exposing your glistening cunt to both men, you slightly flinch as the cold hair hits the wetness of your pussy
“I have an idea” Eddie says — “turn around ass up, now” he demands, you immediately follow his directions getting into what you know as the doggystyle position from the details of one of your best friends many rendezvous
Once in position Eddie pushes your lower back in trying to make you arch your ass more for them, Steve lays down in between your thighs, so you’re sitting on his face, as his back is against the mattress, he licks a long strip from your aching hole to your pulsing clit—you can’t help but to moan out an “oh fuck” as he reaches your clit
Eddie chuckles as he stands between Steves spread legs and grabs both of your ass cheeks with his big palms spreading them and bringing his tongue to your tight second hole—holy shit, holy shit, you could cry from how amazing their tongues feel on you—Steve starts fucking you with his tongue, as Eddie continues licking your asshole, he begins to fuck your ass a little bit with the tip, before he moves down towards Steves, they both lick each others tongues before going back to using their tongues on you, you could cum right then and there, and you want to so bad—you begin to feel that burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, as you’re seeing stars and moaning so loud the neighbors can hear you. What tips you over the edge is Eddie slowly putting his finger inside your pussy, curling it up and hitting something inside of you that felt like heaven
“fuck daddy, I’m cumming!” You scream out
You had no idea where that came from, maybe something one of your friends told you they said to their partner and it probably stuck with you because you thought it was hot
Eddie and Steve stop their ministrations once your pussy stopped clenching around Eddies finger
“Daddy?” Eddie asks as he looks at Steve with the biggest smile
“Fuck princess, and here I thought you couldn’t get any hotter, now we find out you’re a secret little slut, too?” Eddie says teasingly
You couldn’t help but moan at his words and tone of voice—“is that what you want, baby?” Steve asks “you want to be our dirty little slut?”
“Yes, yes please” you say as the mattress muffles your words from your position
“You’re such a good girl, baby, such a good fucking girl for us” Steve says
“She’s the perfect girl for us” Eddie says back as his arm wraps around your lower stomach turning you around with a strength you’d never know he had
“Alright baby, who do you want to fuck you first?” Steve asks as he removes his pants and boxers completely, working on Eddies next—they both rid themselves of their shirts now matching your nakedness
“I don’t want to choose”—“I want you both to feel good” you whine
“Oh princess, we are gunna feel good, one of our dicks are gunna be in you while another one’s gunna be in one of our ass, how does that sound?” Eddie asks
“Oh my god, yes please that sounds so hot” you beg
“You have to pick which one of us fucks you first, remember?”—“don’t go getting all cock drunk on us now baby, we haven’t even started”
“Okay Um, I want Eddie to fuck me while you fuck him” you say to Steve
Eddie crawls toward you on the bed, spreading your legs wider for him as he gives you a deep kiss— Steve opens Eddies side drawer getting out a bottle of lube and pouring it in the palm of his hand and then stroking his cock with it, smearing it all over, he then takes the bottle of lube and pours more onto his fingers bringing them to Eddies ass and rubbing it in, inserting a finger into his tight hole and pumping in and out. Eddie moans into the kiss as he wraps his hand around his cock, bringing it closer to your pussy, rubbing it up and down your wet slit— finally Steve takes his cock and positions the head of it toward Eddies asshole, pushing in slowly, inch by inch making Eddie moan out a “fuuuck”— as Steve is sliding into him, Eddie positions his cock at your entrance. He looks down at you to gage your reaction
“Are you okay, baby?” He ask as his head barely slips through
“Mmmm, yeah, I-I’m okay”
Steve stills inside of Eddie, waiting for him to bottom out in you, not wanting to accidentally push Eddie into you with his thrusts
Eddie goes excruciatingly slow, so you have to tell him he can go a little faster—it hurts but it’s nothing you can’t handle, you’re wet enough for it to be almost painless, just feeling a little bit of pressure
“Is that okay?” Eddie asks as he’s finally bottomed out inside of you—“yeah baby, please move, don’t stop” you whine out
Eddie finally starts thrusting, fucking into you but also fucking Steve’s cock into him
You all three are a moaning mess—throwing out a stray “fuck” and “oh my god” here and there
“Please please, fuck me harder” you moan out to Eddie while his face is buried in your neck
Eddie’s thrusts get faster, making Steves do the same, now Steve is fucking Eddie into you and it feels amazing, both of their hands all over you and all over each other—Steve bends down towards you and Eddie while he’s still fucking into him, hard— Steve takes Eddies hair and yours and brings you all into a three way kiss of just tongues, all of you moaning out into each others mouths—- once Steve let’s go of you and Eddie’s hair he goes back to his position above you both, slapping Eddies ass as he fucks into him harder
Eddie’s losing his mind, yelling out so many obscenities and filthy things, into your neck 
“Fuck yes, goddammit you both feel so fucking good!” He moans out
He picks his head up from your neck, looking down at you—“your pussy’s so good baby, you’re so tight and wet, fuck”—“I’m gunna cum, fuck I’m gunna cum, where do you want it?” Eddie asks you
“In my mouth daddy” you moan out
“Fuuuck”—“Steve move!” Eddie shouts, Steve pulls his cock out of him, he strokes it as he’s nearing his release, too
You fall to your knees underneath both of them as they stroke their cocks above your face, you hold your tongue out awaiting their cum
“Yes baby, open up a little wider” —-“fuck yeah, just like that” Eddie says as white hot ropes of cum squirt out onto your lips and tongue, Steve can’t hold it in any longer as he’s watching Eddie paint your tongue, his cum squirting onto your cum filled tongue, getting some on your chin
Eddie brings his thumb to your chin wiping Steve’s cum off bringing it up to your tongue, you obey by licking it off—your tongue covered in their cum as you show it off to both of them— you instantly love the taste of them in your mouth, sitting on your tongue, you love the look they give you even more—like they could ravish you again—you finally swallow, holding your tongue back out to show them what a good girl you are
“Holy shit, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Eddie says to Steve as he nods his head in agreement
“Get up here, babe” Steve says as he grabs your arm to help you up
“Go lay on the bed with Eds, and I’ll clean you both up” he says as he goes to the bathroom and comes back with a wet towel to clean you and Eddie off with, after he’s done, he lays down on the other side of you throwing his arm over your stomach and onto Eddie’s
“We should go on a date soon” Eddie says as he lifts his head to look at you and the other man beside you
“Really?” you say with excitement
“Yeah we wanna take you out, show you off” Steve says
“So you both want to be with me?” You ask with a big smile on your face
“Of course we do, you’re our girl”
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the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 8)
Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader
Summary: after eddie’s revelation, you’re left reeling and isolating yourself until robin and steve show up at your door
Warnings: angst, steve and robin being great friends, name calling, eddie is a dick (he isn’t in this chapter, but he is still a dick)
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: part eight of the series is here! thank you to everyone for the continued support! reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava
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The week flew by, much to your distaste. You’ve never been so quick and silent with child swapping, all but shoving Christopher out the door and slamming it right behind him. You felt like an ass for putting your child in the middle like that, but having to make any kind of conversation with Eddie after what happened just three nights ago was not something you wanted at all. You spent the past two nights wallowing in self pity once again, the same pain living in your chest that you felt when the separation first started. Hell, maybe even worse than when it began.
You felt as if weren’t enough for Eddie, he certainly made that clear with his untimely confession. Ditching the suburban family life for the rockstar life he always dreamed about didn’t surprise you as much as you wanted it to. It was the thing he talked about most in high school, and with the recent success Corroded Coffin was gaining, you thought maybe he’d get one of the things he used to have his heart set on. Your naive high school self used to think the other part of his heart was still set aside for you, but hearing that he just cared about his reputation and felt insecure about his sexual experiences made that thought fly out the window.
To say you weren’t spiraling a little after the revelation would be a downright lie. Thinking back on the whole 8 years you spent with Eddie Munson made you question nearly everything about yourself as the words he said replayed in your head. Were you not as good at sex as you thought you were? Was that all he cared about and didn’t crave any kind of emotional attachment anymore? Why was he was quick to jump into a relationship with Shirley if he just wanted more sexual experiences under his belt? Was it all just a you problem? Were you too clingy? Too emotional? Too much to handle? Or were you just used goods he no longer wanted to deal with?
It’s been a little over 24 hours since Eddie came to pick Christopher up for the weekend and you refused to leave your spot on the couch, surprised you managed to get out of bed at all. All you’ve eaten today was a packet of crackers and three grapes, not having to put on a front for your child since he was no where in sight for the weekend. You had no desire to eat or do much of anything, the gut-wrenching and almost sickening feeling overwhelming your sense. You almost felt as if you were broken beyond repair, maybe the drunken words you told Eddie weeks ago were right: you had your one true love and you’d never get that again.
You stare at the blank tv in front of you as you lounge on the couch, legs crossed and sitting up right as you look at the black screen. Part of you wanted to escape in the distraction of entertainment, but you couldn’t be bothered to reach the few inches for the remote. You just wanted to stay frozen in your place, but the sound of your front door closing makes you jump.
Robin pokes her head around the corner, sending you a cheerful smile as she walks into full view, before rushing into the bathroom.
“You’re lucky I have a spare key Robin, otherwise your tiny bladder would’ve cost you-oh hey Y/N. Where were you? We’ve been banging on the door for like twenty minutes,” Steve says, peering around the corner and flashing you a smile. You stare at him blankly for a moment before running a hand across your face, a tiny amount of anger consuming your body and wanting to just tumble out of you.
“What are you guys doing here?” You spit out, ignoring his question and turning your attention back towards the blank screen. Steve’s eyes follow yours as he notices the blank television screen, before turning back to you with a worried expression before shaking out of it and going into the kitchen.
“We made plans on Tuesday to hangout today. Do you not remember?” He yells out from the kitchen, the sound of clinking bottles following his words. You roll your eyes and rub your eyes with your hands, a lazy attempt to conceal the redness present in them as well as the puffiness on the soft skin that surrounded them.
You had completely forgot about the plans, the events of Wednesday night taking precedent in your head and letting any prior commitments and thoughts escape you. You still managed to keep up with hanging with Steve weekly, but with the pity party you had be throwing for yourself over the past few days, all you wanted was for the both of them to leave and let you wallow all alone.
“Shit, I guess I forgot to cancel,” you mutter out, sinking back into the weight of the couch and bundling up with the closest blanket, trying to hide from your friends. Robin bounces out the bathroom and plops on the couch next to you, making an aggravated sigh fall from your lips because of her actions.
Steve leans against the archway of the kitchen, exchanging a puzzled look with Robin as they take in your figure. Your hair was unkempt and you were still in your pajamas, which wasn't something you usually did on the weekends due to your busy schedule of chores and other duties. This, plus not answering the door and forgetting about the plans you all made worried them? It filled them with concern.
“Dude? Is everything okay? You’re like, really off today. I mean Iooove you, but you kind of stink and you're not this...off,” Robin asks, bringing a hand to rest on your shoulder but you shrug it off.
“I’m fine.”
“Bullshit. You know we aren’t going to let that slide, so will you please talk with us?” Steve says, leaving his place from the kitchen and crouching in front of you, slowly bringing his hands up and resting them on your hands. You don’t fight him, accepting them contact and letting a frown work its way onto your face as tears prick at the backs of your eyes.
“Eddie uh…he came over on Wednesday,” you begin to say, your voice giving out towards the end as you recall the events. You thought the night would be fine, especially after letting him back in momentarily and surrendering your inhibitions by letting him fuck you again and basking in all the feelings that the pleasure let you experience. But the words of just why he wanted to break up your family kept playing in your mind, bringing you nothing but doubt and insecurity as you continue to look back on the relationship you once had and question every move you made.
“Did he hurt you? Give me the word and I’ll go knock the daylights out of that freak,” Steve says, his hands tensing up as he spoke. You knew Steve was a protective guy, it was something you admired about him, regardless of his ability to continue a fight after being knocked down so many times. You shake your head at him, taking a moment to gather your thoughts and control your breathing before speaking up again. Robin’s hand makes it way to your shoulder again, the hesitation evident even in your peripheral . But you accept his contact as well, not shaking her away this time.
“No, he didn’t hurt me. At least not physically. It’s just…h-he told me why he left me,” you finally let out. You take another moment to control you breathing, feeling your lip quiver as a stray tear rolls down your cheek. “H-He said Gareth made some stupid c-comment about how he’s ever o-only been with one girl, w-which is me, i-in his entire life. S-So he got insecure and asked for the s-separation so he could…see other people.”
Steve’s jaw is hanging wide open when you finally make eye contact with him again, the words being easier to say when you looked to your lap in comfort. You could see in his beautiful brown eyes how much pain he wanted to cause Eddie while sympathizing with you at the same time. You weren’t someone who harped on anything too often, being pretty carefree and optimistic towards the future instead of focusing on the past, and Steve knew this thanks to the history you two share. But something inside you knew he could see your front breaking, just from your appearance and how you talked about just what Eddie said to you. It wasn’t something that you just move on from. He practically called you used goods and tossed you aside like he was a kid of Christmas morning, seeing his new toys and abandoning you for those.
“What an absolute dick,” Robin blurts out, breaking the silence that had fallen in the living room. All you do is nod in response, slipping one of your hands out of Steve’s grasp to wipe away the tears that were falling down your face. Steve switches positions, sliding on the couch next to you and wrapping his arms around you, which you immediately melt into and feel the emotions begin to worsen. Robin is quick to join in on your hug, knowing you needed all the comfort you could get. They both rub your shoulders as you begin to weep, silent tears and shaking shoulders consuming your body.
“I just-I just feel like I’m not g-good enough anymore. Not for h-him or for anyone,” you tell them, a sob escaping you and letting your head fall onto Steve’s shoulder, his hand snaking up to cradle your head as Robin rubs your back in such a soothing manner. You let your tears soak Steve’s shirt, feeling the salty warm pool begin to form beneath your cool skin as you sniffle and try to calm down slightly, struggling for a full breath. “I-I mean, I just feel so…broken.”
Steve’s heart drops at your words, hearing the utter despair in your voice as you continue to weep in his shoulder. He shares another look with Robin, tears brimming her own eyes at seeing you so miserable. This was way worse than when Eddie initially asked to separate, with Steve being there as a first hand witness the night it happened. He soothed your worries and helped you calm down, but your agony tonight was worse than it was at the beginning of the summer. He cared about you in a way more than a friend is supposed to, even if the two of you haven’t really talked about what happened that night between you in your kitchen merely weeks ago. But he didn’t hold it against you, because you told him your limits and your thoughts clearly, and he was just going to accept that. The last thing you needed was to be bombarded with questions about love and pressured into a new relationship when you weren’t ready.
“Y/N, hey, can you please look at me?” Steve asks softly, leaning away from you ever so slightly to try and get a better look at you. With a nod, you break away from his comfortable shoulder, creating a space between you and looking him in his eyes, the tears sticking to your bottom lashes flooding your vision a bit.
“I want you to listen to me loud and clear, okay? You are not broken, not even in the slightest. You shouldn’t be blaming yourself for Munson’s stupid actions. He’s the one who made the idiotic choice of letting the best girl in Hawkins slip through his fingers, so don’t even for a second think there is something that you could have done to keep him around, because if he’s going to treat you this badly, he doesn’t deserve you,” he tells you, his eyes looking deep into yours with a mix of intensity and sincerity. You smile, leaning into one of the hands that had come to rest on your head as he spoke to you, rubbing it gently as you let the few tears you had left in you drop onto your soft cheeks.
“Yeah, and if Eddie wants to waste his time going around to a bunch of randos who are literally not as good as you, then it is his loss. You’re a hot mama and deserve to find someone who is going to recognize everything amazing about you,” Robin chirps up behind you, making you whip around to meet her gaze. She grabs your hand and rubs it gently, tilting her head down to really look you in the eyes. “We love you so much Y/N, and we’ll always be here for you. Please don’t shut yourself down and close yourself off from us, okay? You are so strong and we need you to be that way. Not just for us, but for little man too.”
Hearing the words your best friends were throwing at you felt like a breath of fresh air you didn’t know you were seeking out. Having been choking on your sadness and letting it consume your entire being, but the kind words and reassuring phrases they were cooing at you allowed you to inhale the happiness you'd been missing. The genuine love they had for you and the deep meaning behind their words left you feeling happy for a change. Knowing that you had them in your corner in any kind of situation, but specifically this one, helped your aching heart.
The more you let their words sink into your brain, the more you realize they’re right. You were not to blame for Eddie’s actions, nothing you did during your relationship should be turned against you, because you did nothing but love and protection Eddie Munson for 8 years of your life. 8 years wishing nothing but the best for the family you made together and the way he repays you for that is tearing your family apart and sleeping with other people? You wouldn’t let the blooming insecurity grow any longer, wanting to shut that down and remind yourself of the words your friends told you: you aren’t broken, you are enough, you’re a hot mama who deserves the best and to be treated with kindest and most sincere attitudes imaginable.
But you also knew that the insecurity wouldn’t go away in an instant, it was never that simple. You still feel the tightness swimming in your stomach, clenching at the small negative thoughts of Eddie’s true intentions, not really coming to terms that he wanted to separate from you just due to wanting to gain more sexual experience and live his true rockstar life. But you can’t control his actions, only your own and the thoughts that accompany them, and that is just something you'll continue to remind yourself when the bad thoughts begin to surface. You deserve better. You deserve to be properly loved.
Turning back to your friends, you let a small smile work its way onto your face as you pull them in for a tight hug. You weren’t exactly sure how you were able to lock down some of the best friends that life could have thrown your way, but the warm feeling taking over your heart reminded you that your reality wasn’t all bad, and all the people who you truly loved in your life loved you back, and that’s what you needed right now. Not to think about your asshole ex any longer, you wouldn’t let him ruin your night.
“I really appreciate you guys, you know that right?” You let out, your voice raw and weak from the sobs and screams that consumed you from the past few days. Steve brings his hand to your knee and rubs it gently, nodding his head as he looks you in the eyes. A small shiver went up your spine at the combination of eye and physical contact from him, sending him a genuine smile as you felt a bit of heat traveling up to your cheeks.
“You two need to just get a room already, geez,” Robin blurts out, scoffing and rolling her eyes and she pulls away and stands in front of you. Turning to Steve, you exchange a look, his eyes wide as he a mischievous smile creeps onto his lips that keeps him from laughing, you being quick to match is expression. Robin lets out an exaggerated, but honest, gasp, covering her mouth and she looks between the two of you, hair whipping in the most animated, but most authentically Robin way.
“I’m sorry, did I fucking miss something?” She nearly screams, her voice raised as the curiosity overtakes her, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee like she tended to normally do. You slap your legs, looking at them and ignoring her puzzled look as you stand from your stop, wiping your face a bit more to get rid of the puffiness, even if you knew it wouldn’t go away like that.
“So who wants a beer?”
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Hey there 🤍 I rewatched some of my favorite comfort movies today and I was wondering if I could request Christopher Robin x Male and/or Trans Male Reader fluff? Christopher teaching reader how to dance? Or same thing but with Norman Warne (if you've seen Miss Potter) Thank you and have a lovely day! ✨
Dance With Me | Christopher Robin x Trans!Male!Reader
Hello there! <3
Aw, yes, thank you so much for the request! I really hope you like it. <3
(I have seen Miss Potter, but I could fit it better with Christopher, heh.) ^^
Thank you, have a lovely day yourself and take care! :') <3
summary; See above.
notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Implied/Referenced Gender Dysphoria; Fluff; Comfort; Dancing; Short Fic.
Something that Christopher loved to do to help him relax was to put on some music and dance. It was what gave him some time to calm down, relieving him of his responsibilities and the crushing stress he’s been under, such as the trauma he still dealt with from the war. Dancing was his chance to let go of all of that and just be him. It allowed him to simply feel and be. He truly cherished that.
So far, though, he’s never once done that with you; even though he ached to share this wonderful magic with you. Every time he brought it up, you politely refused and he didn’t want to pressure you, so he kept dancing by himself, imagining that you were in his arms as he did.
One day, he couldn’t keep it in anymore, though, and asked, “Why do you not want to dance with me?”
Looking at him in surprise for a second, you quickly averted your gaze.
“I just don’t. I’m really sorry, my love,” you told Christopher without looking at him, which made it hard for him to believe you.
“My darling, please, tell me the real reason and I shall never ask again, I promise,” he tried again, sweeping in to take your hands into his, silently asking you to look at him.
Sighing heavily, you muttered something under your breath and finally turned your gaze back on him.
“I can’t dance. Or, well- I learned it long ago, but I forced myself to not remember any of it,” you explained, gnawing at your bottom lip.
“Oh, Y/N… Why is that?” he asked gently.
“Because I was still - you know - back then. I don’t want to remember that. I don’t want to remind myself of the dance steps that don’t belong to me anyway. And I know this probably sounds stupid, but that’s how it is for me. I haven’t danced since either, so I probably can’t do it anyway.”
Your honesty stunned him for a moment. He hadn’t even thought about that being the reason for your dislike - or rather, unwillingness - of dancing.
“My dear, no. I can’t possibly imagine what that must be like and I don’t think it’s silly at all,” Christopher responded kindly, letting go of one of your hands to cup your cheek in it, “What would you say if I taught you how to dance? Just us. No roles and rules attached to it.”
Swallowing thickly, you nodded, “I think I might like that.”
“Great! Would you like to start right now? Nothing big.”
Smiling slightly, you agreed.
Going into the living room with your hands still intertwined, he set up the gramophone and let the record that was currently in play. Slow dancing music filled the room.
Putting his free hand on your shoulder, he instructed you to mirror him. Your linked hands stayed that way on the level of your shoulders. Then, you both looked at your feet.
“Simply keep looking at them and follow my steps,” he instructed gently.
You nodded in understanding. Then he started moving slowly in time with the music. He thought he’d start by teaching you how to waltz. It was the easiest dance he knew.
Accidentally, you stepped on his toe. It didn’t hurt, but it did surprise him a bit, so he jumped either way.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, standing still in shock.
“I’m fine,” Christopher chuckled heartily, “It didn’t even hurt. Keep going. You are doing very well, my love.”
“Okay,” you breathed.
Then, he started to guide you again. This time you managed several turns around the room without any accidents.
And as you danced, Christopher got more lost in it than he ever has. He loved you beyond what he had thought possible and it became so much more apparent to him in this moment.
Ever since he's come back from the war, he couldn't ever really feel normal and relaxed, unless he was dancing. But doing it with you brought him to a whole new level. It felt far more magical, far more relaxing. He finally felt normal again. Whatever that really was. He just knew he felt it.
“You’re quite the natural,” he told you with a smile on his lips.
Chuckling softly, you looked a bit embarrassed, “Thank you.”
When you had enough, though, you stopped dancing. But you promised him that you would like to learn more and do it again. And that was enough for him. You had clearly enjoyed yourself after all.
While his goal might have been that you dance with him more often, he couldn’t deny that he also aimed to relieve you of your painful memories and exchange them with beautiful ones such as this. You deserved it.
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New Fiction 2023 - September
"Baruch" ed. Richard Challoner (1752)
A short interlude before another juggernaut of a chapter.
Creature Teacher by R.L. Stine (1998)
They really hold out on the monsters here in Series 2000, so this is a welcome entry.
Invasion of the Body Squeezers - Part 1 by R.L. Stine (1998)
An unnecessarily long red herring.
Invasion of the Body Squeezers - Part 2 by R.L. Stine (1998)
That's some way to prevent an extinction event.
I'm Your Evil Twin! by R.L. Stine (1998)
They always do the ol' switcharoo.
Revenge R Us by R.L. Stine (1998)
The Uncut Gems of Goosebumps.
Fright Camp by R.L. Stine (1998)
Fool me several dozen times, shame on us all.
Headless Halloween by R.L. Stine (1998)
Here we GOOOOO. A+ Goosebumps.
Attack of the Graveyard Ghouls by R.L. Stine (1998)
A bit weirder but still more welcome than kids being dicks and no actual spooky happenings.
Brain Juice by R.L. Stine (1998)
Just bizarre. Leaning a little too far into the weird science angle I've no interest for in these books.
The Deadly Experiments of Dr. Eeek by R.L. Stine (1996)
Nope. These gamebooks aren't good for reading one after another, and the ones that more or less stay in place are especially meh.
Night in Werewolf Woods by R.L. Stine (1996)
Another meh entry in spite of the werewolves running around.
Beware of the Purple Peanut Butter by R.L. Stine (1996)
More weird science and generally not scary stuff, less and less interesting.
"Hotline Miami" by KC Green (2023)
The speedrun.
"I was told by my doctor that this'll completely compensate my human meat diet" by scribblingchimp (2023)
Gotta find an alternate.
"Carl's Date" dir. Bob Peterson (2023)
Good to see the gang again.
The Equalizer 3 dir. Antoine Fuqua (2023)
Didn't need to do all that.
Bottoms dir. Emma Seligman (2023)
The kids are alright.
Elemental dir. Peter Sohn (2023)
A personal story.
They Live dir. John Carpenter (1988)
That's a long fight.
Jawan dir. Atlee (2023)
The Robin Hood we need.
Christine dir. John Carpenter (1983)
Somehow, a car is scary.
The LEGO Movie dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller (2014)
Too familiar, but perhaps because it kicked off something we've seen a lot of since then.
Outlaw Johnny Black dir. Michael Jai White (2023)
A fun and shooty romp.
Satanic Hispanics dir. Alejandro Brugués , Mike Mendez, Gigi Saul Guerrero, Eduardo Sánchez, Demián Rugna (2023)
The anthology offers much.
Prey dir. Dan Trachtenberg (2022)
Hell yes. If they made Predator movies that are just "a Predator fights someone at this point in history" I'd be all in.
Tales from the Crypt Presents: Demon Knight dir. Ernest Dickerson (1995)
Definitely a feature-length version of an episode, but they pull it off.
Tales from the Crypt Presents: Bordello of Blood dir. Gilbert Adler (1996)
Or do they? But this is still better than...
Tales from the Crypt Presents: Ritual dir. Avi Nesher (2002)
A very boring movie like this.
Vault of Horror dir. Freddie Francis (1973)
Ooh that second story is tops.
Tales from the Crypt dir. Freddie Francis (1972)
This first movie was just a tad too straight-faced. Where's the camp?!
The Origin of Evil dir. Sébastien Marnier (2023)
A-n-x-i-e-t-y.
The Expendables 4 dir. Scott Waugh (2023)
I know they can't all come back every time, but the concept seems to be slipping away from them.
The Creator dir. Gareth Edwards (2023)
Hm. Striving toward something I might've liked but somehow doesn't land.
Tales from the Crypt - Season 7 (1996)
I've been annoyed with many people writing off season 7 as not worth watching. It's fine! There's even a few episodes really worth watching.
Tales from the Cryptkeeper - Season 1 (1993)
Basically Goosebumps, so John Kassir recording wraparounds is what makes it special.
Star Trek Discovery - Season 2 (2023)
I like it, but 10 episodes is not enough. Bouncing from fun to deadly serious episodes too often makes it feel disjointed.
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Helpful - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)
Title: Helpful
Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader
Requested: Nope
Word Count: 458 words
Warning(s): nightmares, Jack trying his best
Summary: (Y/n) knew that the hunting life was not without its drawbacks. One of the worst was the nightmares that seemed to be a nightly occurrence. Now, Jack just wants to know how to help.
Author's Note: I just wanted to write something sweet and short because I've been focusing on a lot of important plot lines and such. This could work for my original character (it's who I was picturing) but it really doesn't matter.
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I commonly had nightmares.
Sam and Dean had always tried to help me because they knew that side of hunting better than anyone else.
I didn't quite think about them when I started dating Jack.
We were watching a movie in their room. I had made it my goal to let them enjoy parts of his day. We had been watching "Christopher Robin" and I had fallen asleep before the movie was over. Jack didn't know what to do because they had never experienced this before.
Apparently, Sam walked in when he saw Jack through the doorway. He helped Jack move the laptop before leaving.
I had woken up sweating and shaking and yelling. Jack had woken up panicking too. They tried to use their powers on whatever could've been hurting me but... there was nothing there. Jack stopped and looked at me. I had curled in on myself.
"(Y/n)," they asked, going to touch me. I flinched from them. I stared at them.
I had to study them for a minute. I had to confirm for myself that they were actually Jack and wasn't some kind of fake.
Dean and Sam came running in.
"Hey, kid, it's alright," Dean walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. "Was it a nightmare?"
I nodded.
Jack stood up and walked into the hall. Sam followed them.
"Do you wanna talk about it," Dean asked. I shook my head. "Okay. Is there anything I can get for you?"
I shook my head again.
"Dean," Sam called from the door. Jack walked back over to the bed and sat next to me. The two were talking by the door.
Dean nodded at whatever Sam had said before walking back over, "Need anything, just knock on my door."
"Okay," I mumbled.
He and Sam walked out, shutting off the light on the way out.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking at Jack. "I should've told you about the nightmares. I didn't mean to freak you out."
"You don't need to apologize," they furrowed their eyebrows. "You didn't do anything wrong."
That made me grin. I grabbed their hand.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I moved to lay down. Jack followed my movements, laying next to me and still just holding my hand.
I let go of their hand and turned to face them. They copied me. I wrapped my arms around their torso, relaxing as they copied me. I ended up basically hiding my face in the bend between their neck and their shoulder.
"Thank you," I mumbled while on the verge of falling asleep again. "You've been so helpful, Jack."
"You're welcome," they replied.
With that, we both fell asleep... and I didn't have another nightmare.
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Anonymous request: Imagine doing a couples’ costume with Eddie and seeing how long it takes the team to notice.
“What about Magneto and Professor X?” You suggested, thinking about Christopher’s Wolverine costume.
“No, cause that just means one of us is in a suit.”
“Vampire and werewolf?”
“Do you want to put on fake fur?”
“Look, I’m trying here. What have you got?”
Eddie leaned back. He didn’t actually have any better ones. He just wanted the two of you to look cool.
“I know you don’t want to Mario and Luigi so I won’t even bother there.”
“Good.” Eddie chuckled. He had kind of liked the superhero idea, but he wasn’t sure he could think of a better one. Batman and Robin was too common and he didn’t want either of you to feel like a sidekick.
“Oh!” You exclaimed. “I’ve got the perfect one!”
When you told Eddie the idea, he had to agree it was pretty clever. You picked roles and set about getting prepared for the evening. Chris liked the costumes but went his own way, opting for a pirate costume this year.
Bobby and Athena were hosting and since the two of you hadn’t disclosed your relationship yet, you arrived separately. Yes, by wearing a paired costume it was possible people would figure you two out but you had decided you both were ready.
“Hey [Y/N],” Athena welcomed you, “a cowboy huh?”
“Ma’am,” you drawled with a smile and tipped your hat, “thank ya for havin’ me in your home.”
Athena chuckled and ushered you in. Seeing lots of familiar faces already there, you approached Hen and Karen, who were also dressed up together and you complimented their costumes.
“Are you the Lone Ranger then?” Karen asked. You blushed and shook your head.
“Ooh. Who’s the lucky one?”
“I guess you’ll have to figure it out.” You replied, moving on to get some food.
You loitered and chatted some with Bobby, glancing to the door occasionally until soon enough Eddie was walking through the door with Christopher. Christopher was very proud of his costume and was proudly waving a cutlass. Eddie, meanwhile, looked quite regal in his armor and red cape, a sword of his own hanging at his side.
“So we have a pirate and a centurion?” Athena asked, trying to appraise Eddie’s attire.
“Close enough. Roman general.” He said. Christopher made a beeline for Buck and Eddie checked in with Chimney and Maddie.
As the night wore on, no one seemed to be picking up on your costumes. Finally, one of the games gave you the perfect opportunity to give a significant clue to your identities.
You were partnered up for a game involving wrapping one partner in toilet paper to look like a mummy. Eddie was being wrapped and suffice to say you were struggling to get it to stay wrapped. Several other pairs were doing noticeably better, especially Chim and Maddie.
“[Y/N], give it up. We’re not winning this.” Eddie said as your most recent attempt slid down from his shoulders to the ground.
“I ain’t quittin’ you!” You exclaimed, redoubling your efforts to make this challenge work.
“Oh my god!” Maddie exclaimed, trying hard not to shake loose the paper Chim had gotten wrapped around her.
Heads turned from you to her as she started laughing.
“You guys are way to clever.” She said. The timer beeped, ending the game and it was clear that she and Chim had one. In a couple stretches and shakes, she got the TP off while everyone still tried to figure out what she had realized.
“I thought that line would get someone.” You confessed and Maddie nodded.
Seeing now a couple more faces of realization from the kids and Chimney, Maddie looked at you for permission to explain.
“Night at the Museum?” She suggested.
“Eddie and I are Octavius and Jed.” You clarified. Now you got more ‘oh’s and looks of understanding.
“That’s clever.” Bobby smiled.
“Wait if you two planned your costume together, does that mean-?” Buck was asking.
“Yeah. [Y/N] and I are dating.”
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How about a poly ghostface with a voice actor who they kept calling and the Reader changes there voice everytime
OH MY GOD, MY FIRST ASK! OKAY, okay, it's happening, I just- I hope you like it! 😭❤
Poly!Ghostface x Reader that does Impressions
You were home alone, which was usually the narrative of a neglected teenager. As soon as you were old enough to not burn the house down, your parents started leaving you to have nights to yourself. At first you had been lonesome and scared of all the proverbial boogeymen that waited just outside your door. To desensitize yourself from this fear, you would have scary movie marathons in the dark. The first night you had been too afraid to move from the couch, visions of Freddy Krueger killing you in your sleep haunted you every time you closed your eyes.
Now though? You cherished your alone time. It afforded you the ability to work on your hobby, voice acting. You had always been good at voice inflection and picking up accents, so last year you decided to pursue a future career in voice acting. It was a hobby you kept to yourself mostly, but still one that you loved with your whole heart. You had been watching old animated movies to try to pick up on any of the more quirky voices of the characters, so far you had mastered Ursula the Sea Witch, Ducky from Land before Time, Mickey Mouse, Goofy, and Itchy Itchiford from All Dogs go to Heaven. Tonight you were practicing Jacquimo from Thumbelina, or at least you were trying to, until the phone rang.
You sighed as you put down your tape recorder, and walked over to the wall to pick up the corded phone. "Hello?"
"Why don't you want to talk to me?" an unknown voice rasped on the other end of the line.
Perplexed, you lift the phone away from your ear and study it as if it might hold some sort of answer, "Uh, I'm sorry? Who is this?"
"I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours," came the reply, the voice teasing.
"Oh, uh," you stop, wrapping the cord around your index finger. What could be the harm in having some fun, "I'll be whoever you want me to be."
The surprised snort of laughter from the other end of the line makes you grin in triumph.
"Whoever I want?" the voice asks innocently, "I don't know if you can handle that, sweetheart."
Now was your chance. You could try out your impressions on this faceless stranger without worrying about ridicule. With a deep breath, you start by compressing your vocal cords to achieve the high pitch breathy voice, "Oh, boy, Goofy! I think you'd be surprised by what I can handle, huh-ha!"
The only response was radio silence as you waited with bated breath, this was the first time you had ever done an impression for a living audience, and you had already messed it up.
"Was that.. Mickey Mouse?" the voice asked, you could hear a smile in their voice.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I do impressions. I'm still learning so they're not very good," you laughed self-consciously, continuing to twirl the cord around your finger.
"It sounded pretty good to me," was the reply, making your heart jump up into your throat.
You could have jumped up and down, this random, faceless stranger thought you sounded good!
"Oh, gosh, thank you!"
"You're welcome," the voice paused for a minute, "Y'know, you're actually pretty funny. I think I'll keep you."
Your eyes narrowed, "Wait, what?"
"Talk to you later, Mickey," with a breathy chuckle the line went dead, leaving you to your thoughts.
You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked at it for a second before hanging it back on the wall.
Well that was weird.
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The next night you sat in the living room, watching and rewinding Winnie the Pooh as you tried to get a grasp on his voice. The ringing of the phone broke your concentration as you spoke into your recorder. You hissed in agitation and slammed down the recorder, going over to the wall to answer the phone.
"Hello?" you spit through clenched teeth. You'd have to do the entire monologue from the top because of the interruption.
"Well hey there, Mickey. You sound mad, what's wrong?" the stranger from the previous night teased.
For whatever reason, this voice had a calming affect on your nerves, and you let out a big breath, "Sorry, I was practicing when you called. I, uh, I've been trying to get this new impression down and I'm really struggling."
"Well, now, I'm sure you're doing fine. After all, you do great in all of your classes, so it's probably all in your head," the voice took on a reassuring tone.
You couldn't stop the cold feeling that fell over you, why had you not asked who this person was before? Why did you not think that it was someone you knew, or at least knew you? How could you be so stupid? You already weren't popular at school, all you needed is for your hobby to get out and make people think that you're even more of a freak.
"Who are you?"
"Like I said, I'll tell you my name if you tell me-" you cut them off.
"No, who is this? How do you know how I do in my classes? You obviously go to my school. Who is this?" you demanded, your anger getting the best of you. If anyone at school found out about this you'd never hear the end of it.
"Well, I.. I mean I'm-" the raspy stranger stuttered.
"Stop, it doesn't even matter. Just.. just don't call me anymore," you told him before hanging up the phone.
Immediately, the phone started ringing again, and you sighed, but then an idea struck. What if you answered in your impressions? Surely whoever it was would get annoyed and stop calling.
You answered and without missing a beat, you slipped into Winnie the Pooh's voice, "Oh, bother Christopher Robin, I thought I said to stop calling me."
"Listen, Y/n, please don't hang up-" the voice was silenced as you slammed the phone back into place.
You waited a few moments until you were sure that the mystery caller had gotten the hint. You humphed, and turned to go back into the livingroom.
You made it one step before the phone rang again.
You turned and nearly ripped the phone off the wall in your endeavor to answer it. Using your anger, you channeled the not-so-jolly Green Giant, and roared into the phone, "STOP CALLING, HULK SMASH!" before slamming the receiver back down.
You glared at the phone, daring it to ring again, contemplating violence if it dared to make a sound. After a few seconds of no ringing, you slowly made your way back into the livingroom, praying that this little escapade wasn't a topic of gossip.
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So far, so good, you thought as you put your Chemistry book back into your locker. It was the end of the day, and not a word had been mentioned about your quirky hobby. Nobody had spoken to you all day, and that was just how you liked it. You closed your locker and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw the tall, lanky body of one of the most popular boys in school standing directly in front of you.
"Oh, Christ, you scared me!" you held your hand over your heart, looking up into the laughing blue eyes of Stu Macher.
"Sorry about that, I uh, I figured I should come up and introduce myself."
You raised your brow in question, "Stu, we've been going to the same school since 2nd Grade. We were partners in history last semester. I know who you are." You turn to go in the other direction, only to run smack dab into a chest. You huff and look to see Stu's bestfriend, and most likely to not succeed, Billy Loomis. His hands on your shoulders to steady you after your impact. You back away with a small thank you, running into Stu in the process. You could feel your anxiety heighten at this truly bizarre turn of events. Billy walked closer, cupping your face in his hand, his skin cold against your flushed cheek.
"Easy there, Mickey Mouse, no reason to freak out," he cooed, his grip tightening slightly. Stu's long arms snaked around your waste, pulling you flush against his chest, and dashing any hope of escape. You were still stuck frozen at the name Mickey Mouse. They had been the ones calling you??
This was insane.
Your fight or flight responses were kicking in, and you wanted nothing more than to run away from this situation. You looked around and noticed that the halls were completely empty, leaving you to your own devices.
"Hey, I don't know what this is about, but-" Billy cut you off by placing his fingers against your lip.
"Shhh," he murmured, his hand slip from the side of your face to cup the back of your head, "You know what this is about, we hate to be ignored, Mickey."
You were at a loss for words, your eyes blown wide from the intimacy of the gesture. It then dawned on you that you were sandwiched between two handsome guys, and for some unknown reason, it felt like you belonged there.
Stu nuzzled against the back of your neck, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive flesh there. The feeling of soft lips caused you to gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. There was absolutely no way this could be happening right now.
Billy pressed his thumb against your jaw, and tilted your face, and then you felt his lips pressing against yours.
You gave an undignified squeak, and your eyes snapped open. Your face was so hot it was near combustion, you could still feel phantom traces where his lips touched yours.
Billy smirked at your flustered expression, "Like I said, Mickey, you're pretty funny, I think we'll keep you."
What the hell had you gotten yourself into.
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I am a minor. As such, smut can not be requested and can not be written. As a compromise, smutty themes can be used as overtones or undertones, often vaguely or simply eluded to. But pure smut? Not for a few months, which is when I’ll be 18. Sorry horndogs.
Please request through the submission inbox, or my direct messages. Further more, be polite. Be clear. If I ask a question to clear something up, answer it. Don’t let it dangle. I will always ask if there’s anything else you so desire (a word count, any details) so please tell me if there’s nothing else or if there is. English is also not my first language.
Do not request something against canon. I have written like that before and did not enjoy that. This means if something is considered canon, say Star Wars, such as a line of dialogue or something shown on screen, I would refuse to write you into it. I feel that it distorts the fiction so much you wouldn’t really be in it, and the characters wouldn’t be themselves anymore. Allow me to write you into the world as a side character, as something not shown directly but something that could fit into canon.
Some fictional characters have different versions of them. For example, Movie Anakin Skywalker, and the Clone Wars Anakin Skywalker. Ben Affleck Batman, or Christian Bale Batman? Or even, Comic Accurate Batman? Specify for me. If not specified after asking for it, I will write the character with headcanon information pulled from multiple ‘canon’ sources. This will be referred to as ‘headcanoned canon’.
Reblog my stuff? Absolutely. I see all my reblogs. But take it an post it to a different site? No. Don’t do that. Maybe I’ll spread over to Ao3 one day, but for now, please don’t.
Last one I can think of for now. But luckily this can be updated over time. I don’t write drabbles. I know! But just imagine all the times you’ve read a fic so good, only for it to end so soon. I like the thought of writing something both high quality and high quantity, which means I won’t be satisfied with anything under 2,000 words. Unfortunately, this may sometimes come at the expense of time. Especially if what you requested doesn’t fit into my current hyperfixation.
List of Characters I’ve Written, or Am Open to Writing:
Aayla Secura, Star Wars (Clone Wars)
Ahsoka Tano, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)
Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)
Asaaj Ventress, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Books)
Boba Fett, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies and The Mandalorian)
Bodhi Rook, Star Wars (Rogue One)
Bo-Katan Kryze, Star Wars (Clone Wars and The Mandalorian)
Cal Kestis, Star Wars (Jedi: Fallen Order, Beginning and End of Game)
Cassian Andor, Star Wars (Rogue One)
Darth Maul, Star Wars (Clone Wars)
Din Djarin, Star Wars (The Mandalorian)
Finn, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)
Jyn Erso, Star Wars (Rogue One)
Leia Skywalker, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies)
Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)
Padme Amidala, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)
Poe Dameron, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)
Rey, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)
Rex, Star Wars (Clone Wars)
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Batman, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)
Bane, DC Comics (Games)
Barry Allen/The Flash, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)
Black Canary, DC Comics (Birds of Prey Live Action Movie)
Bruce Wayne, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)
Catwoman/Selina Kyle, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon)
Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, DCEU (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)
Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, DCEU (Live Action)
Conner Kent/Superboy, DC Comics (Titans, All Animated)
Damian Wayne, DC Comics (Animated and Injustice)
Dick Grayson, DC Comics (Titans, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, All Versions)
Harley Quinn, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated Versions)
Jason Todd/Red Hood, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Titans, All Versions)
Katana, DC Comics (2016 Suicide Squad Live Action Movie)
Poison Ivy, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)
Tim Drake/Red Robin, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)
Raven, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, All Animated, All Comics, All Titans)
Robert Dubois/Bloodsport, DC Comics (DCEU Live Action)
Scarecrow/Johnathon Crane, DC Comics(All Live Action, Arkhamverse, Headcanoned Canon)
Starfire/Koriand’r, DC Comics (Titans, All Comics, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)
Superman/Clark Kent, DC Comics (Cavill’s Live Action, All Animated, All Comics)
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Annie Leonhardt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)
Bertholdt Hoover, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3)
Carla Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Pre Beginning)
Eren Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)
Hanji Zoe, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)
Jean Kirchstein, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)
Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)
Marco Bodt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1)
Mikasa Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)
Moblit Berner, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)
Sasha Braus, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)
L Lawliet, Death Note (Season 1)
Ryuk, Death Note (Season 1)
Touta Matsuda, Death Note (Season 1)
Raye Penber and Naomi Matsura (Season 1, Pre Beginning, Throuple Headcanon Canoned)
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Connor RK800, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Mid and Post Game)
Chloe RT600, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Pre, Mid, and Post Game)
Gavin Reed, Detroit: Become Human (Mid and Post Game)
Kara AX400, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)
Luther TR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre and Post Game)
Markus RK200, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)
Nines RK900, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)
North WR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)
Other Worlds and Fandoms Coming Soon.
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What You Can Expect From Me:
Fanfiction
Headcanons- While I’d consider all of my fanfiction headcanons, I’m referring to those little bullet point things you’ll see writers do. Here’s my deal on that. I won’t do romantic headcanons for the characters listed above. By that I mean you won’t see anything titled, “How Poe Dameron Would Cuddle”, or anything of that sort. But you probably will see just my own little headcanons for fun. Like, little fun facts. You know, “Superman’s favorite food is ____”, “Nines hates rats”.
However, I will write romantic headcanons for my OC’s. But that’s for later.
Further regarding fanfiction, I typically write angst. Not sure why, it’s just what I started with because I thought the plots were strongest and I wanted to see where I could take it. Like I said, no smut, but you’ll find allusions to it. Fluff? Yeah, it’s there. Hard for me to write fluff without a plot, but it does exist on my page.
Original Stories
Most people ignore this, but if you see that I’ve posted it won’t always be something regarding your favorite character. I write my own little stories that’s basically just glorified, book length headcanons for a few worlds, but mostly the Star Wars galaxy. Don’t worry, there’s no need to pay attention to it if you don’t want. It’s something I do in my spare time besides x readers and oneshots.
Spontaneous Posting
What I mean by this, is that unlike a lot of writers, I don’t work on a schedule. There’s no “once a week posting”, or anything like that. What I finish and give the okay to, is posted. If you’ve requested something, I’ll let you know that it’s about to go out. So sometimes a burst of fics may be pumped out in a week, or none will for up to a month.
Going by EST, I typically am most active at night and early morning. Especially in the summer. During fall this may change.
I rarely put out a post that is unrelated to my writings. If it is related to my personal life instead, it will be posted, but not saved. Documented and available, but never pinned or anything.
FAQ:
Do you write queer pairings?
Yes. My earlier works usually elude to a female reader and it’s blaringly obvious, though it’s shifting into androgyny for ease of reader. I would prefer to have an androgynous reader instead of a set in stone male or female one.
Am I reading a queer fanfic written by a straight person?
You are not. I am androgynous myself in terms of gender and unlabeled in terms of sexuality.
Do you write for poc?
This question shocks me, though I’ve gotten it twice. Then I realized- it’s because so many writers forget the point of a reader. The reader may be described as blonde, or white, or thin, or female. You will not find that here.
There will be no set in stone appearance for the reader except for mentions of whatever hair you may possess (apologies to those without hair). There will be no talk of ‘light skin’, or ‘curvy figure’. The farthest I’ll go is describing you as pale, if say, you were sick. Because any race or skin tone can go pale, you know? The only thing I’d do- rarely- is give you a real age. But only to further the plot if needed.
My point is, ‘Y/N’ is not just a pretty white person with long hair. It’s inclusive to anyone. I’ll stand by that.
Do you write headcanons?
Answered in the above section. Long story short, I’m working on it, but on my terms.
Do you write song fics?
I haven’t before. Why? They make me cringe. I don’t know why. I’ll write a fic based on a song, or with undertones of a song. But those little paragraphs with the lyrics that aren’t even in time with what you’re reading if you were to read and listen at the same time? I don’t think so.
Do you know what sex is?
I do.
Will you have e-sex with me in the direct message chatbox?
I will not.
Why do you write on tumblr?
I started writing just to share an old word document with over 300 pages worth of an Original Star Wars story. I tried my hand at fanfiction because, while I don’t read it often myself, I know a lot of people do. It helps them escape reality. And, I’m a pretty good writer, I think. At least I can only get better. I’m just one more person trying to put something out for people to enjoy, and maybe even rely on.
Will you ever write for real people?
If I ever wrote a fanfiction about Christian Bale or like Barack Obama I think I would just disappear. I can’t do it. It’s like warping my own reality.
How often do you post?
I don’t know.
Do you have a taglist?
I did! But only for Star Wars. If you want to be tagged in something, let me know. But you have to be specific. Just for a certain character? For a certain fandom? A certain plot? Just og stories? Be clear.
Dynamics I Enjoy Writing:
Man simps for person who almost wants nothing to do with them.
Hero simps for villain or villain simps for hero despite the obvious consequences.
Two jokesters destroy some area while left alone together. May get along better than they would admit.
Two people who are not expected to get along, get along well.
Hero and villain are best friends but won’t admit it.
Basically if I’m left to my own mind most of my fics will fall under one of these dynamics. Not always- definitely not always. But I kinda like them.
Numbers:
800-273-8255 USA National Suicide Hotline
1 (300) 22 4636 Australia Suicide and Anxiety Line
1 (833) 456 4566 Canada Suicide Hotline
800-810-1117 China Suicide Hotline
0145394000 France Suicide Hotline
08001810771 Germany Suicide Hotline
8888817666 India Suicide Hotline
810352869090 Japan Suicide Hotline
0078202577577 Russia Suicide Hotline
08457909090 UK Suicide Hotline
4408457909090 Ireland Emergency Hotline
1-800-656-4673 US National Sexual Assault Hotline
741-741 National Panic Hotline (for people who prefer to text)
Anything else?
Nope. Can’t think of anything. We’ll see if anything changes. Thanks for checking it out.
Header Credits to: @moonknights
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You’d Do That?
Christopher Robin x reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: none I don’t think
Author’s Note: Would I die for Christopher Robin? Yes, yes I would. Also there was less lover parts here but I just loved ending it there cause CUTENESS
Requested: by @tardisgrump Honestly? Id die for a childhood friends to lovers with Christopher robin. Like imagine, they lost touch when she moved away and that also made him fall into a deeper sadness with everything that was happening. But then with the help of pooh he finds her again
Summary: the request!
Genre: fluff
Song:
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You remember the day that you met Christopher Robin like it were yesterday. You were merely children but you knew that it was a day that you would want to remember. It was a rainy day in the woods and you had gotten lost on your way home. You heard voices echoing against the blur of trees and there was Christopher, holding a few stuffed animals to his chest. He was speaking very quickly, like he was running out of time before he brought them somewhere.
“I just don’t want you all to get wet Tiger!” he was saying when he ran into you. You nearly fell over, slipping on the wet ground but he had half the mind to catch you before you did, you landing on top of his armful of stuffed animals.
“Oh! Thank you!” you exclaimed. You were able to steady yourself again and wiped your face of the rain.
“What are you doing so deep in the woods?” he asked you. He was the same age as you, easily. You remember thinking about how pretty blue his eyes were. So vibrant.
“I got lost!” you told him. You smiled looked at your muddy boots. He looked at the stuffed animals like he was trying to get guidance.
“I can walk you home if you want.” You smiled, your childish chubby cheeks making him smile.
“You’d do that?” He nodded.
You remember that walk home and then many others. So many walks through the woods that you would remember to your grave. You and Christopher were best friends. There was a special magical bond about the two of you, the one you couldn't quite understand. You never thought much about it as a kid. You just figured that was what every friendship was supposed to be like.
Oh how wrong you were and the rude awakening was tough.
You moved away when you were a child but you had Christopher had already been friends for years at that point. You were so connected that severing that was hard enough and then he also had to go away from Pooh and his other friends. That was a hard time for Christopher.
He counted that as the time he had lost his magic. Not that he remembered it. As the years went on and he got older his memory grew into a fade that he couldn’t even recall if it was real. Were you, the little girl in his memory real? His best friend, his Pooh, his Tiger. Were they even real?
And then when Pooh came to him on a weekend he was supposed to spend at work there was so many memories he wondered about. Facts that he had dismissed. Pooh stood on the counter of his kitchen, messing with the few food items he had.
“Pooh?” Pooh turned, a hand stuck in some honey.
“Yes Christopher?”
“Have you...seen Y/N?” he asked softly. You had always tugged at his mind when he ever thought about marrying a girl, the person he had such a connection with as a child. Pooh sighed contently.
“You mean you haven’t?” he asked. “She lives a few doors down. I saw her yesterday when you took me in your coat,” Pooh said. Christopher squinted and shook his head, laughing at the audacity of that statement.
“I haven’t seen her since we were children Pooh,” he reasoned. He tried to think about his neighbors. Other than the awful man next door he couldn’t recall his other neighbors. Had it really been that easy to see you?
“Come on Christopher,” Pooh said and hopped down from the counter and then walked down to the door. He almost stopped his little friend and then decided that he should just follow. He picked up Pooh when they hit the door and followed his instructions.
“That door!” Pooh exclaimed happily. Christopher stood on the street, looking up at the door and then it opened before he even had the chance to approach.
And he knew it was you. You were older of course but it was you. He understood how Pooh had recognized him now. You had the same air to you, if not a little dimmed. Your hair the same gorgeous color, the same stance of yourself but the real take away was that you still had a little button on your hip. He had given it to you for your tenth birthday.
You adjusted your hat and walked down the few stairs and then met Christophers eyes. You gasped, nearly falling over.
“Y/N!” Pooh said happily, falling from Christophers loose grasp. He hobbled over to you and you picked him up, in awe. You stared at Christopher the same smile he remembered creeping on your face.
“Those blue orbs never do change do they Christopher Robin?” you teased with a smile. Christopher nearly melted into the concrete of the sidewalk. “And Pooh,” you muttered, holding him closely to you.
“I can’t believe you’ve been so close for so long,” Christopher breathed. You moved forward and hugged him closely to you.
“Do you want me to walk you home Chrisopher?” you teased. He smiled and kissed your forehead gingerly. You closed your eyes happily.
“You’d do that?”
“For you my old friend, I’d do anything.”
Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing g, @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust @broodybats
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Yellow Sunflower Sweaters - Christopher Robin X GN Reader
Title: Yellow Sunflower Sweaters
Christopher Robin X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Evelyn (Mentioned), Madeline (Mentioned), and some random OCs (Mentioned)
Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!!!
WC: 1,293
Warnings: Rain, divorce mentioned, anxiety, loneliness, nervous Christopher, dogs, 1960s, slight baby angst, and fluff
It was hard to get back into the dating scene. Especially for Christopher Robin. He was recently divorced with a kid he only really saw on the weekends. He let his ex-wife and his daughter have the home, finding a flat a couple of miles away. It was nice, in a good part of the city, but he was lonely. Something he hadn't felt in years. It was hard. Waking up alone, eating breakfast alone, doing anything alone. It was insanely quiet, the only thing breaking the silence was the radio he'd turn on just to hear something. He wanted to find love again. He wanted that second chance. So, Christopher went out on dates. But none of them worked out. He went on a date with a lady named Mary, but she was no match. The librarian from the nearby library, Ruth, but she wasn't a match either. For a year, he tried and tried to find that love connection... But it seemed fruitless. Everyone he went out with... He felt no… Spark.
Until, he was coming back from work, the rain pouring down on his umbrella when he heard barking. Looking up from the sidewalk, Christopher had no time to get out of the way as a large dog came barreling towards him. The dog, a mix of multiple breeds, definitely a Husky of some sort, but with an odd slightly scrunched face. The dog barked again, happily jumping up onto him, wet dirty paws landing on his pants. Slightly startled, Christopher couldn't help but pet the wet fluffy dog, as he stared down at the dog in awe.
"Goofy!" He heard someone yell, looking up at you and ran up to him and the dog, breathing heavily as you came to a stop. "Why do you keep running away?" Goofy plopped back to the ground, whining softly as you looked up at Christopher. "Oh! I am so sorry!" You gasped, placing a hand on your flushed cheeks in embarrassment. "He got you all dirty."
Christopher smiled, taking in the sight of you for a moment. You were just wearing some pants and a bright yellow sweater, hair matched down slightly from the rain as it poured down on you. "No worries. Your dog made my day." He reassured you, as you frowned cutely, shaking your head.
"No, I have to be sorry, Goofy ruined your pants." You continued to apologize as Christopher shook his own head.
"No, please don't apologize... It's nothing a good scrubbing can fix." He assured you, causing you to flush even more, though you smiled at him.
"If you're sure."
Christopher nodded, before gesturing to the dog, who began to slam his front paws in a small puddle a few feet away. "If I may ask, what breed is he?" He asked as you glanced back at your dog.
"Oh, he's a Siberian Husky and Chow Chow mix. He has the playfulness of a husky, and depending on the day he's a little prince." You chuckled, as Christopher smiled.
"Well, you’re beautiful." He complimented before his eyes widened, “I mean, he’s beautiful.” He corrected, making your cheeks flush more as he moved his umbrella over your head suddenly. "I'm sorry, you're getting soaked here."
You shook your head, "No, it's fine. It's my fault for running out of my home without a raincoat."
"Do you want me to walk you home? So you don't have to walk back in the rain?" He offered gently, trying not to seem creepy. But his concern for your well-being made him want to do anything to make you feel better. "I've got a lot of free time and..." He trailed off, realizing what he said.
You paused, blinking slowly. A smile spreads across your lips. "Really?" You asked excitedly. "Would you mind? I mean I don't want to impose-" You began as Christopher interrupted you.
"Not at all. My flat isn't too far away anyway."
You hummed, eyes looking at the man before you, he seemed nice, handsome definitely, but you were a bit wary. "Alright, if you say so. Thank you."
Walking under the umbrella with you, Goofy walked in front of you, prancing like a pony with his tongue sticking out happily. It was comfortably quiet as the rain pitter-pattered down upon the umbrella over you and Christopher.
"So," You began, "What's your name?"
"Christopher Robin." He answered automatically.
"What a fascinating name." You commented, "It's nice to meet you, Christopher Robin, I'm Y/N."
"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He replied, feeling oddly at ease with this conversation. You both continued to walk before Christopher spoke up, "So, your dog's name is Goofy?"
You nodded rapidly, "Yeah, cute right? I named him after Goofy from Aquamania. Have you ever seen it?" You asked, sounding very interested in his answer.
"Yes," He responded with a smile, watching you as your eyes lit up. “Nice movie.”
"I love that movie!" Your grin grew bigger as you continued talking about Goofy. "I saw it in the cinema and I instantly had to get myself a dog. So I went straight to the shelter afterward and bought Goofy." You explained excitedly as he continued to listen. "And now we're best friends."
"He is rather adorable." He agreed, glancing at the dog that was wagging his tail excitedly.
"Yeah," You glanced up at him briefly before stopping at the gate of your home. "Uh, thank you for walking me, Christopher. You really didn't have to." You apologized politely as Goofy barked happily, tail wagging harder than ever. "Uh, would you like to come in for tea?"
Christopher couldn't help but smile, as he nodded, "I would love to."
And that was the beginning of a friendship, and relationship, that could change both of your lives forever. That rainy day with you and Goofy was over six months ago, and Christopher was able to ask you out on your first date after the first month of meeting each other at cafes for tea. And Christopher was beyond happy, and proud to call you his girlfriend. He hadn't felt this way in such a long time. He felt like a kid again when he went ice skating with you or went to the movies to see the new Mary Poppins.
He remembered every single moment he spent with you, how happy and comfortable he was around you. Christopher was head over heels for you. You and your love of yellow and sunflowers. You and your love for Disney and anime. You for your nervous twitches and little obsessions. You. He was completely in love with you. And he knew he'd never be able to let you go. He loved listening to music with you and dancing with you most of the time. He loved your tattoos and watching true crime on the telly with you; cuddled up on the sofa.
And as for you, you felt like your life was finally falling into place. You had fallen for Christopher the moment he asked you out on a date, sunflowers in his hand. You'd found yourself unable to take your eyes off of him as he walked you home. He had been such a gentleman. Kissing you at the door before wishing you a safe evening. He made you laugh, made you feel special, and happy. And he treated you like a queen, giving you a flower crown and kissing your hand. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to meet such a man like Christopher Robin. To find such a wonderful guy, willing to spend his time making you breakfast, and to hold your hand as you walked home together. The two of you were meant to be, and you couldn't be happier.
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Songbird of Jamestown Chapter Seven (Samuel Castell x fem! Reader)
Chapter One// Chapter Two // Chapter Three// Chapter Four// Chapter Five/ Chapter Six
Word Count: 5K
Summary: You arrived to the colony of Jamestown hoping for a better life than your previous one. Your own talents and friendships gain you allies...and enemies. But falling in love with the recorder has landed you in danger from his scheming intended. You love him but...what will you risk?
A/N: It took forever but here it is! Enjoy!
Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!!
Warnings: None, other than a touch of angst and mentions of smoking and drinking, but plenty of fluff! Enjoy!
A long night of thinking always calls for a pipe.
Pulling out his long pipe, Samuel took out a spare piece of paper and began to write down everything as he sat down at his desk. It was dark and cicadas chirruped beyond his walls. Sometimes he heard a faint noise from Mercy as she slept. Blissfully unaware. Once her eyes would open, the poor girl would have to adapt quickly. But he had to adapt now.
He pulled a bit of flint and lit the fire for his pipe. He smoked as he thought deeply. Staring at the words on the paper before him.
A bit of smoke went past his nose as he considered what he read.
How could Y/N be kept safe at all…
Could she be sent to live in the other town without having to marry anyone?
But that was the point of staying- she chose to stay here. To not give up the life she had in the main town. And that was what Jocelyn tried to do in the first place.
Find someone here to marry her.
Perhaps marrying another man would be better. Helpful. Wiser. But his stomach turned sour and the back of his eyes burned at the thought. Maybe it was selfish. But that idea of some man- like the blacksmith, or Christopher or anyone sweeping her off her feet and carrying her away was unreal. He kept blinking to remind himself that the image of such a marriage was not real. What was real was that moment they had in the woods. He felt himself blush at the memory. Her lips and how they matched his. The way she smiled. How soft she felt when she embraced him and how he could feel her heart pick up during the second kiss.
So no, sending her to another man was not an option that he could live with.
He dipped his quill into ink again and wrote down a few more ideas.
Could Jocelyn be reported?
There was no evidence to report other than Y/N’s word. Mercy would never blame Jocelyn for anything and would never believe that her beloved mistress poisoned her. Doctor Priestly knew his poison was missing, and the symptoms. But there was no proof Jocelyn took it. And she would get rid of the poison or put it back.
What if there was a trial? At best, she would be imprisoned for her actions. But Jocelyn was mercurial, she could charm people. She was on good terms with the Governor. She nearly seduced him minutes ago.
But at worst, he would be punished for spreading falsehoods. Jocelyn would be unscathed. And she could get away to do to Y/N whatever she wanted to do
Hire a soldier to protect Y/N?
It might look silly, but it was worth it. Though people might ask questions. The solider himself didn’t have to talk if paid properly. No matter how expensive it might be, he had to have Y/N safe. Anything. Anything that would make her safe. Please God, keep her safe.
But…how long would the soldier last?
The money would run out eventually. Then the soldier would run away, and his darling would be vulnerable.
Vulnerable unless someone was there. Someone who could always be there. The solider was the best choice but…there was one more option to consider.
Hardly leaving your house, you were scared to go anywhere or do anything alone. You made your choice and your fate would be sealed.
You didn’t know what method Jocelyn was planning. You only knew you had to defy it somehow. And even though you had to settle for life as a hermit in the colony, you were alive.
What choice had you? Who knew what Jocelyn would do and how she would act next Except for church, you could hardly go anywhere. You knew the second you were alone, it meant danger. Somehow. Even the walk to church and back, your eyes were peeled around everywhere, and you walked quickly. When you entered the house, you slammed the door shut. Pressing your back against it, you started panting. Then you slid down to your floor.
Stomach rumbling with hunger, you only took a few bites of your safe bread and drank a bit of goat’s milk. It didn’t stop the rumbling. But you didn’t want to risk anything. No food you ate felt entirely safe. After the milk hit your stomach you waited. Nothing happened, and you exhaled deeply.
Perhaps… there was one way. A way to have protection after all. But there was something you would need. Even if you did die, you knew it would not be in vain. You would beat her at her own game.
You had to do something. Fast. You had to make friends here. Allies. And powerful ones.
That afternoon as soon as the second church service was done, you looked for the tall brown head of Lady Yeardley. She always carried her Bible with her clutching as tight as if it were a shield. But her grip loosened as she noticed your polite curtsy and called her name.
“Oh, Y/N, what is it?”
Her husband chatted away with the minister. Oblivious.
“I…I would like to wonder since you are the most devoted woman out here in all our colony…what are ways I can be closer to God?” you asked, eyeing the book.
“Well, prayer, devotion, and reading of scripture daily…Y/N, your devotion to your faith is admirable. Even if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, my child, you can move mountains,” she answered kindly. Her eyes warmed to you.
“I just…I have…. I have so many fears and worries, I would like to find some comfort and peace with God. Since no one else here is a better Christian lady then you, I just…wondered how you have such peace?” you flattered, tucking away a loose strand of hair.
“Cast all your cares unto Him, and all will be well. Well, I make sure to just practice. Each morning, I rise at five to read and study my bible… you may join me if you’d like.”
Glancing away, you saw no blonde head walking around near you.
“Really?” you replied.
“Yes! We can read and pray together, discuss what the scripture is saying. Also…do you remember the old hymns from England?”
“Most of them, my lady,” you answered obediently.
“You could sing a few! I’ve just missed them terribly during church,” she said.
“Me as well! I…” you say, putting on your brightest smile you could muster, “yes…I will see you the next morning! I look forward to it.”
Yes, you would find comfort in praying. Exchanging a bit of sleep and your song for Lady Yeardley’s friendship would be worth it. And if the wife was affectionate of you, then the husband would be. You would have allies. You would be safe. And that was worth having to get up with the roosters.
Hurrying home, you caught your breath as soon as the door shut. There was another plan in store.
You ran up to your books and looked through the pages, finding two that were bare enough. You hated to ruin such lovely things, but you had no choice. It was your books or your life. Looking up the right words, you drew them in the air and then practiced writing them all over in the small corners.
The writing was memorized in your hands and mind now.
Looking among your things you found a small wooden chest. Only fit your lace gloves were in there, your one luxury. The paper would fit perfectly.
So far, you would write only two. The bare minimum.
You wrote carefully, making sure each word would be understandable. There was fire beneath your borrowed quill.
Yes…I borrowed it from Mercy…she must have gotten it from…
Shaking the thought away, you pulled yourself back to focus. The words seemed perfectly readable.
Looking around and seeing no face was peeking through your window, you began to blow it dry. Then after a bit of settling, you folded it up and placed it in the wooden box.
Then the next morning you headed over to the Sharrow’s farm. Although you yawned from the early hours and your voice was a little hoarse from a bit of early hymn singing (Even though Lady Yeardley did adore it and coo over you like a proud aunt), it was lovely to see the orange sky peep over the horizon as it settled on the tobacco field. You knew farmers kept early hours. She would be there.
Alice was blooming as much as the tobacco plants in the field before the farm. She touched them with tenderness, feeling them grow because of her. Her hair was tied back and she wore an apron that seemed a little dirty, but she looked as grand as any princess. She was smiling as she watered them. It seemed the ghost of her torture had gone away. Just for a moment.
“Pardon me…” you greeted, moving closer to her.
She ran up to embrace you, cheeks flushing.
“Y/N! I’ve been so busy! Oh, how are you?” she asked.
Nodding, you peeked over your shoulder and saw no sign of anyone listening. Then continued.
“I’m well! At least for now…but I came here because I have something for you…” you announced
You brought forth the small wooden box.
“Why, what’s in it?” she asked, she pulled the lid open until your hands shot forth and shut it closed.
“No! Alice! You can’t see what’s inside! I’m giving this to you because…”
Walking closer, you lowered your voice.
“I think I’m going to die. I’m in danger.”
“Danger? But why- who?” she asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“I cannot tell you.”
“Why?”
“It’s not safe to tell you, not if you still want protection from…. but…if something should happen to me…if I die, and not of illness, open this box. Hide it so no one but you know where it is. If I die, open it. Tell people it was from me. But you are not to look at it unless something should happen, do you understand!” you order, looking right into her eyes.
There was a pause. The robins and sparrows chattered around you. There were footsteps from the house.
She nodded. “Yes, I promise, Y/N.”
“Good…I can breathe a little easier,” you said.
Once you returned home, you began to write in the second free piece of paper. Trying to keep the letters small, the more papers, the better.
You thought there was the sound of hoofbeats outside. But you shrugged it off. That is until there was a sudden knock on the door that surprised you so much that the ink jolted in your hand as you signed it.
Your dress or apron was too obvious a hiding place. Scurrying, you took off your left stocking and placed it inside. If it was your moment of death, then it was a place where she could never suspect anything.
“I’m coming,” you called out as you slid your feet over the paper and put on your stocking and shoe again.
But running up to answer it, you saw it was not Jocelyn.
“S-Sa-M-Master Castelll! Hello! What brings you here!” you greeted. It was better to not call him by his first name in a place where someone could hear you. Keeping an illusion of polite distance.
He was dressed in a side cape that flowed over his left shoulder and was brightly patterned. You felt embarrassingly poor. He stepped a little closer as did you. But you stopped. As much as you craved it, in public was no place to embrace. No matter how handsome he looked that day. Eyes downward, you found your face growing hot. It seemed he was like the sun and if you stared at him directly you would go blind from daring.
But your eyes flickered to behind him where a tall brown horse stood right behind him.
“Did you…did you ride here?” you asked in disbelief.
He looked behind to see the horse and turned back to you nodding.
“Yes, Y/N! I know I could walk, but…can you ride as well! There’s someplace I’d like to show you- and it’s much better to ride than walk there. It’s a bit of a long way away! But can you ride a horse? If so, I’ll bring you one!” he offered.
“Uh, no!” you reply quickly, shaking your head.
“Hm, doesn’t matter! I’ll keep you on, tight!”
“Wait, what?”
“Please, come with me! My horse is gentle! You have to see this place!” he begged, eyes bright and pleading.
It was better than another hour alone and doing nothing out of fear.
“I…uhm, alright,” you agreed.
Walking forward, you felt his hands go to your waist and hoist you up so your feet could be secured. It made you nervous to feel how he was making sure you were safely on by pushing you up and tightening on.
You were securely on the horse, astride as you have noticed ladies ride them, with both of your legs on one side. Though feeling the creature breathe beneath you was a touch unsettling. A wrong move and it would knock you over.
He climbed up on the horse as easily as walking, making sure the cape was on one side. Clicking his tongue, he put the reigns in his hands and the horse trotted off. He was so close you could almost make out his pulse and his pleasant smell. But as you passed a few townsfolk, you had to hide your face in slight embarrassment, biting back your tongue to scold him from riding with you in public.
There were a few funny looks- who even knew. The Recorder riding off with some woman that not his fiancée.
Once the town was out of sight, the horse did a slow gallop over on a path where trees passed by, shading you from the hot Virginia sun.
“What do you think of riding, Y/N?”
“It’s…it’s thrilling! Is it always safe?”
“When you’re careful. And my horse has a gentle soul, I told you.”
As you passed a small clearing, you petted his mane gently. You heard him brush a little in appreciation.
“Would you like to hold the reigns? For a bit?”
“Yes!”
You hold onto the leather, feeling him hand them over to you. It felt incredible to have that control. To suddenly travel fast to wherever you wanted to go.
“There it is-right straight ahead…you can lead us there.”
You kept the reigns steady, moving it a little for the horse to keep forward.
The horse reached another clearing. For a while, he picked up the pace and you gripped the reigns to hold on. There was a beautiful wide sky above you and a field with a path and grass growing high enough that bees did not strain to float above it. There were a few trees that went by you as you both rode, ducking your heads under branches that were stretching down. You noticed a few plants that had little blooms passed you, a few of their puffs and petals blowing in the wind. It was a universe of emerald all around you. As the grass shortened, you saw one tobacco field that was still full of dirt and sweaty men in brown hats plowing it.
Then you came upon another large tobacco field. Only the plants in bloom in this one. The sun was peeking and disappearing beneath large, white clouds. There were no workers. They almost looked like large leaves of spinach from the ground. Already you could smell them.
“Y/N…these are some of our tobacco fields. Have you ever seen them before?” he asked.
“I have not!” you respond, looking around.
Your head tilted, but you didn’t dare crane your neck too far. Anything that would make you fall. But his hands replaced yours on the reigns. Feeling his arms were around you made your breath feel short.
“What do you think?”
“It’s…it’s huge!”
Why would he want to show you a tobacco field, though? The size, you admit it, was impressive. Maybe if you planted your own, you could get some form of money. Protection. Freedom.
“That’s not even all of it. Some people plant their own, like the Sharrows. But here-here is the heart of our tobacco, where most of us keep ours,” he explained.
“Whose tobacco does all this belong to? Do they…divide it?” you asked curiously.
He smiled and then lifted his arm to point to a certain direction.”
“The Governor’s tobacco is over there north. Most people have at least a little tobacco. Farlow’s is to the east…”
“Do you have any?” you asked.
He prompted his horse to walk forward slightly. You saw a little brown sign around there and could read his last name carved onto the wooden sign.
“This is mine,” he announced.
Turning around to him he smiled gently.
“I began planting it the day I arrived. I was the youngest son of a family with nothing to offer youngest sons, Y/N. I came here to have a new start. A new life. And I chose to invest in some tobacco. That’s what the company is making money off of, that’s a way I could have financial security. Far more than I would in England without being dependent my family’s help.”
He got off the horse, helping you as you climbed out.
You felt yourself smiling.
“That’s very good, Samuel. I’m proud of you. You’ve saved things. And it seems you’ve worked hard. You’ve done so much for this community, for everyone. I can see it.” you praise, looking at it.
“Do you know how much tobacco I have?” he asked.
“No, I don’t.”
“250 pounds right now,” he answered. “It’s enough…more than enough, even.”
You folded your arms, looking at it. The sun was hiding behind a cloud and you no longer had to squint. There was silence. You heard the horse whinny behind you at a bug that buzzed by him. Turning around, you saw him only looking at you, still smiling his same smile, but with something behind it.
“Enough for…for what?” you questioned, shrugging.
Suddenly you knew how much 150 pounds could buy a man and you froze.
“Why…why are you telling me this? What’s happening?” you asked, you felt a rush. Your muscles were tense as if ready to flee. It was like hope, but too good, too good to be true. It was false. This had to be false.
“Y/N…I know you want me to help you, and I think, to…to keep you safe…” He looked down at his hands and then turned his head up.
“Would you like me to become your husband?” he asked.
You freeze. The words seem to echo in your ear. Your hands reach up and catch yourself, nearly dizzy from the shock. He leaned over and took your hand to steady you
“What? But you’re engaged! You can’t take another wife, it’s illegal!” you cried.
“I broke if off three nights ago after you told me what she did to Mercy…” he said, leaning down to look you in the eye.
“Wha-How? Is that illegal?” you gasped.
“No. I already paid the company early for Jocelyn. Now she’s here and they have their money. The governor gave his consent for a quiet annulment. Honestly, the company won’t care if she’s married if they have the money…I was thinking…”
He cupped your cheek and you leaned on it, your hand on top of his.
“This is the way you could be kept safe. You would have my constant protection. No need to check the food. Because I will always try it. I or Mercy would always be by your side. And I’m going to hire a soldier to guard you and…I remember you said that you loved me…do you still love me?”
His voice softened. You found yourself tearing up, jaw open from the feeling of sudden, extreme happiness.
“I-I do,” you answered, your voice breaking.
“Then we could be together…would you…would you like that? Let me be plain…”
He took both of your hands, speaking with a docile voice.
“Y/N, would you like to marry me?”
Tears dotted your eyelids, sobbing but with happiness. You reached a hand up to wipe it away, finding smiling almost aching your face
“I wouldn’t marry any other man in all the world but you. Y-yes!” you choked out, embracing him.
He scooped you up into a hug, picking you up and turning around your skirt flying. Hidden with the tall green leaves and solitude of the plants, you began to laugh a little. He placed his hands on your face and you both kissed, eyes closing with the pleasure of feeling it. When you let go, you both opened your eyes, but his hands were still on your face.
He cupped your face.
“You! You-You’ll be my wife!”
You kissed the right hand that was holding you.
“And you’ll be my husband, the best of husbands in all creation,” you confirmed.
Both of you walked for a while, somewhat closer to the trees. But holding hands. Enjoying a bit of touching, innocent touching, that could still be permitted. Smiling, enjoying the moment. And the fields, rolling on forever into the horizon where the sun was starting to fade. Where anything was possible now.
“When will be a good date…I’m just worried what…about what people will think of…”
“How could anyone think that?”
“I was Jocelyn’s maid not long ago…” you reminded him.
The air soured from her name and the memory.
“We will think of a date…”
“We can’t wait too long. The company might want to send me away to get married. I…I’ve heard of it happening,” you added.
He pulled you into a slight hug, “it will be okay…it all will be.”
He scooped you up and placed you back on the horse, passing the fields and woods. Once you rode into town, you felt you could sprout wings. Yet to your surprise, he passed by where you lived, heading straight to the Governor’s house.
“Governor Yeardley!” he called out, the cheeriness in his voice could not be contained.
To your surprise, he held onto your waist as he helped you off and you were giddy at the feeling of his hands on you in public.
The governor walked out the door. Nearby you heard a gasp and your head looked to your left. Mercy walk by with a small bucket of water. She seemed as healthy as before, hardly a sign of poisoning.
Samuel held onto your hand. He raised it up pridefully as in a dance.
“Master, master…what’s going on! What is she-oh goodness, I’m so sorry, governor…” Mercy began, her white-capped head turning into a polite curtsy.
He raised his hand with a kind smile, “no, child, you’re alright…”
“Governor, I would like to ask for your consent and your blessing to marry this woman,” Samuel announced, gesturing to you.
“Marry!” Mercy blurted, eyes large.
Governor Yeardley’s eyes squinted as he looked at you. Part of you shied away, hiding a little behind his arms. Maybe he noticed your apron versus the richness of Samuel’s cloak and came to conclusions.
“Yes, may I, Governor?” he repeated.
“Do you have 150 pounds of tobacco for her?” he asked, arms crossing.
“I do.”
“And has she consented? I can’t allow one of the maids to marry a man against her will,” he said.
You stepped forward bravely.
“I…I have,” You replied.
“Then I don’t see why not! When will the wedding be?”
Both of you sighed out, looking at each other, grinning wide in relief.
“I think…next Wednesday I believe. Not too soon to prepare, but not too late for the company,” you said. “Is that alright?”
“It is fine by me,” Samuel responded. He almost seemed to glow with joy.
Governor Yeardley nodded.
“Alright, Master Castell- bring your check and promise the company representative and you will be clear that this maid is purchased for your hand,” He informed.
Heart fluttering, you threw in another word.
“When’s the latest it can be brought?” you asked.
“After the wedding. After that and your fiancée will be in debt,” he informed.
Fiancée. You looked at him again, the word so new and pouring in your mind still. Fiancée. Fiancée. He is my fiancée! You thought.
“It will be that morning, then. Can it?” Samuel asked.
“Then, that morning, Y/N, I will write a check to the company, if that is what you would like.”
“It is,” you informed.
“Well then, Master Castell- come in and have a quick drink with me to celebrate!” Governor Yeardley praised, his hand going over his shoulder and patting it.
“I’ll be out soon, stay here with Mercy,” he promised.
As the men chatted inside. Mercy went up to you, setting her bucket down.
“You’re marrying the master! But…what of Mistress Woodbyrg? He can’t keep two wives!” she commented.
“She’s…she’s no longer engaged. He broke it off with her…” you told her.
Fists tightening, you hoped maybe one day, she would know the truth. But not now.
“Oh but a wedding! A wedding! All that work to be done!”
She began pacing, counting all the chores on her fingers, but her smile still present.
“All the cooking, ribbons to tie-and lots of cleaning too, but there will be cakes! And-and the ladies toss flowers! I’ll need to pick some flowers. And maybe there will be some music! And there’s clothes and such to be picked but…”
“Mercy, I can help you, if you’d like!” you suggested, leaning forward. Yet she almost backed away from you, a little surprised at the closeness.
She stopped her excited monologue to gaze at you.
“I’ll have another mistress. I remember when…when you were kind to me that day. And when you told me you were a servant for the mistress…and now she’s out and you’re my mistress!” she gasped
“Yes. I…I can’t believe it either…I’ve never had a servant either…” you confessed awkwardly. Mercy kept blinking and you felt her eyes look around and all over you.
“I just hope I can live up to your standards of a mistress, Mercy…”
“You’re not the one to be afraid, Y/N, Miss, oh! I don’t even know what to call you now!”
The door clicked open and the men were out, Samuel turned to you and took both of your hands smiling.
“Mercy, I see you’ve met your new mistress…” he started.
“But what of Miss Woodbyrg? Would it not break her heart, sir, if I may be bold?” she asked.
He showed no reaction, his body only stiffened.
“While you were sick, I called it off.”
“Why? Pardon my questioning?”
“Because…because we were not fit to be together, I learned. And she did not want to marry me. I decided to spare us from pain,” He told flatly.
He walked over, placing both hands on your shoulders fondly, softly.
“Y/N is a kind-hearted lady and you will not find anyone better. You’ve met before. You know what she is like. Since she is going to be my wife, from now on you are to watch her…and guard her every bit like your old mistress, can you?” he ordered.
“I… I can,” Mercy answered, she bobbled her head up and down in a rush.
He offered you his arm and boldly he kissed your cheek. Despite the slight flush of embarrassment, you were excited to be so affectionate with him in front of people.
“It will be here sooner than we think…I’m thrilled.” He cheered, walking over to his house.
A few dogs and pigs trotted by. There was smoke from some home fires inside and you heard the clang of James work nearby. People passed by and you immediately tensed when they saw you.
“I am too,” you muttered.
“I have half an hour before I must go to work. Is there anything you would like, Y/N? We need to...get more used to being a couple.”
A couple. The words rolled off his mouth so easily.
“I…I’m hungry, do you have any food at your house?” you asked.
“Darling, of course” he turned pink at the sound and you held back a small giggle at the word.
He led you to his house and Mercy fixed a small plate for you.
“Wait!” you cried, pushing it away. “Is it…is it safe?”
He took his fork and ate pieces of each food before you dared do it. After a bit of time passed, he nodded at you. Then you began to stuff yourself boldly. It was so long since you could eat without fear.
“Here, have some water…” he offered, passing a cup.
Gulping it down, you almost wanted to cry from how nice it was to eat and not be afraid. Though Mercy gawked at you. What lady ate like this?
“Do you feel better?” he asked.
“Much better,” you answered.
He went to his desk and returned with a few items behind his back. He grinned like a schoolboy.
“I have this for you- a love token! If you don’t mind.” He said. “For the dear flower of my life.”
From his hand was a small silver token- a flower in the shape of a daffodil. You gasped and held it in your hand. It was small and light enough that maybe it could go on your clothes.
“Thank you! It’s wonderful! I feel like a real lady!” you responded.
“You’ve always been a true lady, Y/N,” he answered, seeing it in your hand.
Glancing over to the desk, you saw a wealth of books and paper. More than enough than you would need. Even with the marriage coming up, you had to be sure. And now that you were engaged to him…maybe it would add fuel to Jocelyn’s fire and an even bigger target on your back. Your plan could still not be tossed away.
“And Samuel… may I have some paper? And ink and quills? I want to practice writing more…” you asked.
If you had to risk death for such happiness, you needed to take further steps and not just with Alice. Whatever it took to feel like this again. To know even if you died, you would not die voiceless.
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Chapter V : Like before
previously on Chapter IV
"I can't, I have something to do after this. Sorry. Lev can come though."
"I missed you too."
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15 minutes until the movie
You were playing ball games with Kuroo. He keeps on teasing about your height cos you barely shoot any points. He was laughing like a banshee, you want to him punch because of that.
When you, Hinata, Akaashi and Lev arrive. Everyone was shocked, he just waved hello to everyone, well except Kuroo. He told you he knew he arrived in Japan yesterday but he forgot to tell everyone about it. He didn't know you'll run to him today though. He didn't mention anything about this yesterday since you just recently decided about this.
You told him it's cool. He was looking at you, reading you like a book. Kuroo can easily read you, like an open book.
The other guys bought snacks together with Akaashi. He doesn't wanna leave you but Kuroo told him to accompany Suga because him alone can't handle Hinata, Kags and Bokuto. Tadashi also came with them. You were left alone with Kenma Kuroo and Lev. Kei went to the bathroom.
Kenma was playing with his phone, Lev sat beside him also looking at Kenma's phone. Kuroo was teasing you because you keep on losing to him, "Kuroo stop teasing me! Just help me win this at least once." You unconsciously pouted. You do that when the teasing gets to you, Lev knew that. That's why he stood up to where he was seated, "I'll help you. Stop looking like that to Kuroo."
You were surprised with Lev, "Looking like what?" You asked confused, Lev looked at Kuroo, Kuroo smirked. Lev clicked his tongue. "Nothing just.. I can help you. I will help you. I won't take no for an answer." He said grabbing the ball when the timer started.
You just played with him, he kept on scoring and you barely shoot any. You really hate losing, despite Lev helping you. You're thinking of this as a competition. "You're just tall." You mumbled which Lev heard.
He chuckled, "And you're small. Did you even grow?" He asked when the game finished. You bubbled up your cheeks. "Whatever Lev. You play with Kuroo." You went to Kenma.
Lev just shrugged, the two of them played together. 'This is fine, as long as Y/N isn't playing with Kuroo anymore.' Lev thought.
The others came back, you were able to play the claw machine with Kenma that earned you a lots of cute toys. Everyone decided to go wait in the room where the movie was playing, you were walking beside Kei with all your plushies.
"Give me that." Kei grab your bag of plushies. "I'll bring this." He was bringing a dino plushie then he put it in the bag with yours. You just let him.
You knew Kei is attractive, but he's really good looking right now. He is very attractive, he's also tall like a model. He's also pretty without his glasses, "Kei, you're very handsome." So told him.
He looked at you through his glasses, "Thanks Y/N." He gave you smile, you thought you weirded him out but good thing you didn't.
You arroved at the place then you all went to the top most seat, everyone liked this place in the cinema.
You sat beside Kei, with Tadashi beside him. Beside you was Kuroo and Lev. In front sat Bokuto, Kaashi, Sugamama, Hinata and Kags.
You sat there, you just arrived but you feel really tired. You sit your back and rested you head in your hand. You were getting dizzy, you want to sleep. You noticed Kuroo stand up but you don't care. You just want to sleep. Someone tapped your shoulders, you just looked at him. You know this gray hair. "Rest in my shoulders." You nodded, your are very tired to fight him.
When your head landed in his shoulders, you remembered his scent. Like a cool breeze, your right hand rested in the arm chair. He gently kissed the top of your head and combing your hair. "I'm sorry." He whispered in your head, your dizziness went away and your eyes are wide open, but you didn't move.
You just watched the view you got, everyone is here again but fewer. Like before, just like this you wanted to stop the time, you just want everything to stop here. You closed your eyes, rembering this scene, you want this to be engrave in your memories.
You inhaled then exhaled. You sat there properly, you thank Lev, then the movie started. You focused on the movie Christopher Robins, it's a good movie.
While being immersed in the movie, Lev held your hand. You wanted to stop him, tell him that everything's over for good, but you didn't. He drew circles in your palm still watching the movie. You bit the insides of your mouth, then you intertwined your hands with his. You two were still watching the movie, but Lev smiled.
When the movie ended, Hinata and Bokuto was crying and there were tears in Kageyama's eyes. "IT WAS SO GOOD! I WANNA WATCH IT AGAIN." Hinata exclaimed. You were walking with them, Lev was behind you. "If you're free next time, why don't we have a sleep over in our place? Like before." Lev offered everyone
"That's a good idea! Ireally like Lev's place."
"Me too."
"Let's set a schedule so we'll know if everyone's free or not."
Everyone agreed, "That's fine sugamama, Dadchi will come next time." You teased Suga. He lightly smack you. "Stop teasing Y/N. Daichi's busy since he's working in a police department now." Daichi called saying he can't come because something urgent happened. You haven't seen Daichi since you came here, and you're looking forward into meeting him.
Everyone went on their way, some didn't bring their car so those who did has to send some people home. Hinata, Kags, and Sugamama didn't bring theirs. So they ride with Bokuto and Akaashi. You were left there standing with Lev.
"Sorry, I'll pick you up when I–"
"I'll send her home. I brought my car." Lev cutted Bokuto off. There was silence but Bokuto just nodded.
When they left, Lev told you to wait for him amd a few minutes later, a Porsche stopped in front of you. "Get in." Lev told you when his window car rolled down.
You opened the back door but its lock. "In the passenger seat." He commanded.
You clicked your tongue, he's very bossy and you hated it. "Asshole." You turned to the other side and opened the door. You put your bag plushies in the back. When you were seated comfortably, you sat on your back and closed your eyes. Your head hurts. Lev started driving, "Where are you staying?" He asked.
"Kaashi's" You answered lazily.
"Why? Are you broke?"
"No, Kaashi said I should just stay with him and Bokuto, so why not. His place is clean."
He was quiet and with that you doze off. You opened your eyes when someone was shaking you. "Hey Y/N wake up, we're here." You looked outside still frowning. It was Bokuto's place.
"Okay." Then you reached for your plushie bag, "Akaashi took it. You need to open your eyes." Lev said, but you were too tired to do it.
"Carry." He sighed. He got off his seat then opened yours, he held your legs then supported you by holding you shoulder like a bride.
"Your arms." He said. You clung your arms around his neck. Then he walked, you're still dizzy trying to keep your eyes open but failed. Again.
"Akaashi, where should I put her?" You heard him askeing Akaashi. Akaashi guided him in his room, he placed you in the bed. When Akaashi left the the room, Lev was staring down at you, he caressed you face, your eyelashes and wiped an invisible tear in your face, then after a while he kissed your forehead.
He whispered 'I love you.' He got up and was about to leave when he heard you replied,
"I love you too."
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Chapter V : Like Before
A/N: I know everything's happening so fast, but it just them playing with their heart's wants.
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Christopher Robin x trans male reader who suffer nightmares about his mother death
Christopher Robin x Trans!Male!Reader | Headcanons
Hey there!
Thanks for the request, hope you like these. <3
(Just want to mention, though, that I wouldn't usually write such things, since topics like that are very triggering to me; but I made an exception this time, because the death isn't the sole focus of it. But just as a reminder!)
notes; Trans!Male!Reader; (Past) Parental Death; Nightmares; Crying; Comfort.
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It's a common thing for you to be crying and/or screaming at night, thrashing about as the nightmares plague you, sweating and panting as you're jolting awake. He's long gotten used to it, but that doesn't mean that his heart isn't hurting for you any more than in the beginning.
Christopher always wakes up with you, having been a light sleeper since the war especially; and so he just wraps his arms around you tightly and draws you into a warm hug, rubbing his hand over your back, arms, and head, as he's quietly shushing you, patiently waiting for your sobs to die down, while you're still crying for your mom.
Ever since she died, you haven't had a quiet night and you doubt you ever will again. She's been such a huge part of you, which should be a given. But your bond had been strengthened when you had come out to her as a trans man and she had done absolutely everything to support you and make things easier for you. With her gone, you often feel so helpless, as though you couldn't fight the world by yourself.
Of course, Christopher knows all these things and so he always talks to you, ever so softly, once your sobs are nothing but quiet hiccups, and he reminds you that your mom is watching over you and you're just as strong as you were when she was still alive; and so forth.
That's what usually does the trick to finally calm you down for good. Then he plants sweet little kisses all over your face, making you chuckle softly, until sleep takes you both once again, much calmer this time around for you.
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Jumping
gif is mine
@flowercrowns-goodvibes asked: Standing between them and a busy road & Lasalle? I could definitely see our fav southern gentleman doing that!
“Y/N! What the hell darlin'?” he asks rushing towards you. You sigh. Ever since finding out that you were pregnant, your fiance had become more than just a little bit protective of you. As a matter of fact, it was more than just a little protective, it had gotten to the point where he refused to let you do absolutely anything for yourself and you were beginning to really hate it. You look over at your good friend Tammy and roll your eyes.
“I'm walking down the road” you say when he reaches your side, standing between you and the road.
“I can see that but why?” he asks and you turn on him, your anger finally flaring
“Why? Because you parked the car down the road because I need to walk down the road to actually get to the car. Because I am capable of walking around by myself Christopher. I am pregnant, not immobile” you say and he looks a bit taken aback at your words.
“What do ya mean?” he asks and you place your hands on your hips
“I mean that just because I am pregnant Chris, doesn't mean I completely helpless. I am still able to do things for myself but ever since we found out that I'm pregnant Chris you have treated me like I'm some kind of precious gem that needs to be protected at all costs” you say before storming off down the road.
Your already at the entrance way to the carpark, Tammy having walking off with you, when you hear the screech of tyres and a cry coming from behind you. You turn around to see the thing of nightmares. You scream, turning around and run back towards where your fiance is lying on the ground, motionless.
“Chris!” you scream as you fall to the ground next to him, tears blurring your vision, Tammy is on his other side as she gives orders to those around you. She checks for a pulse before she makes sure it is safe to move him before she shouts out her assessment to someone on the line with help. You can only reach out for Chris' hand and give it a gentle squeeze as you place his hand on your baby bump.
“Please Chris, please be ok!” you whimper as you look at him.
When help finally arrives they quickly assess the situation before they load him into the ambulance, you're sitting with him as they transport him to the ambulance, the whole time he's still motionless but for the sound of the heart monitor is enough to reassure you for the ride to the hospital. Once you arrive at the hospital, he is whisked away for assessment and you are joined by Tammy, and later the rest of your the team as your support network. They all offer you their support in anyway, that they can and you thank them. Tammy, is your main support network and you lean on her just a little bit more than you normally would with anyone else. She's there with you when Dwayne gets the report back from the NOLA PD who believe that Chris had been knocked down by a drunken driver, he'd been too distracted by his cell phone to take notice that he was veering off the road and now because of some reckless act your fiance's life was hanging in the balance.
It feels like forever when you finally received the news from the doctor in charge of his case,
“He's not sustained any long lasting injuries, we were able to do a brain scan and x-rays of his body showed no sign of injury. Mr LaSalle is extremely lucky to have survived with no injuries the way he has, we believe that his unconsciousness was just a way to protect himself. It is now up to Mr LaSalle to wake up when he's ready” the doctor says and you nod, thanking him and asking if you can go in and see him. The doctor nods and even arranges for a cot to be placed in his room so that you can stay with him. Tammy walks with you into the room where your fiance is lying motionless on the bed, he's still hooked up to the heart monitor but there aren't too many more machines in the room supporting him. You rush to his side giving his hand a gentle squeeze,
“You can come back to me at any time Chris, I am here” you say, collapsing into the chair beside his bed. Tammy stays with you for another couple of hours before she finally leaves. Your napping on the cot when you hear a voice calling out your name. Jumping up as quickly as you can in your state you rush over to the bed in which Chris is lying in, having just woken up.
“Christopher” you sigh in relief when you reach his side, pressing the call button and you look into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“How are you feeling?” you ask and he offers you a small smile
“Better now that Ah've seen ya face” you chuckle, before leaning down and placing a kiss on his cheek. You're about to say something more when the nurse comes in and checks on him. Noting everything on the monitor and seeing him awake she does a quick check over him before going to report to the doctor on duty.
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