#the losers club blurb
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good luck, babe!
pairing: tashi duncan x fem!reader x patrick zweig x art donaldson
summary: patrick zwieg invites tashi duncan and art donaldson to join him at your engagement party. you think they came to celebrate you and your new chapter and put the past behind you, rebuilding lost friendships, but tashi hopes to stop you from marrying a man you never wanted.
—or: the trio crashes your engagement party
word count: 10k+ (i have a serious problem)
contains: SMUT 18+, smut with a lot of plot, post-challengers movie, fluff & comfort, angst, tashi’s pov but lowkey get's mixed up around the end, foursome, oral (fem receiving), oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sed (wrap it before yall tap it), homewrecking, cheating but also not cheating but also a worse third thing, three-way make out, four-way make out, dom!tashi, patrick being nasty, art being a loser, no use of y/n, situationship that lasts 13 years.
author’s note: this fic is based on this request with inspo from the greatest song on earth: good luck, babe! it was supposed to be a quick smut blurb but at this point, you all know i can’t write smut without some kind of angsty plot. everyone is super messy and there is some of the dirtiest smut i’ve written so far (it’s only going to get worse from here). this one is a roller coaster.
It didn't make sense to any of them, how you could've possibly ended up with him.
Tashi remembered him from Stanford vividly. He came from a white-collared family, with daddy's money that bought him everything he could've ever asked for, yet he still wanted more. He played golf and polo and even dabbled with tennis but never had enough guts or skill to take it seriously. But his dad funded most of the programs and events at the school, so everyone had known him, his charm, his family, and his inability to stick to one thing even outside of sports. He clung onto a new girl every other week, a new girl wrapped around his finger only to be ultimately tossed aside like the rest of them.
"What a dick," Tashi remembered you saying once, stabbing your fork into your salad while glaring daggers at him from across the cafeteria as he bragged loudly to his fan club about how he beat you in a game of tennis.
Which he didn't.
You let him win.
His parents had been paying you to coach him, paid you extra every time you let him win a set or two against you, even if it was off the record. God knows you needed the money.
"I think I'm gonna quit." You said, turning back to glance at Tashi.
"About damn time," she snickered, shaking her head. "I told you you're wasting your time with him when you could be doing something better. Like training with me."
You had rolled your eyes and poked her arm with your fork, "If I'm still trailing after him this time next week, shoot me in the head and put me out of my misery."
Almost thirteen years later, you're walking around with his ring on your finger at your engagement party. A party where your fiancé announced your upcoming retirement after a tennis career run that Tashi would’ve killed for: a six-time US Open winner; two-time gold medalist at the Olympics; and brand deals that would ensure you and the next four generations of your family lived happily under your trust fund.
Clearly, you weren't marrying him for his money.
It made Tashi anxious, because, in some way, she could see that the marriage you will have with your fiancé is far too similar to how Tashi's would have been if she and Patrick stayed together.
Okay, maybe that was a reach.
Or maybe it's how it would've been if neither of you had gone up to Art and Patrick's hotel room that night. Or maybe it would've been Tashi's ring on your finger instead.
She couldn't shake the bitter taste in her mouth as she watched you laugh with him, your eyes lighting up in the way they always did when you were truly happy. It used to be her who made you smile like that. She remembered the late-night practices, the shared victories, and the quiet moments shared in the comfort of her dorm room. She remembered the promises you both made and dreams of dominating the tennis world together.
But she shouldn't dwell on the past, she shouldn't think about what-ifs. At least that's what Art tells her with a hand on her shoulder. Tashi glances at his hand, noting the wedding band that rests on his finger. The squeeze he gives is meant to be reassuring, but instead, it feels suffocating.
"I'll never know how he bagged her," Patrick tuts from her other side, a drink already in his hand. He holds it close to his mouth, biting the rim of the glass before taking a swig, his eyes never leaving you. His gaze is shameless, tracing the way your dress hugs your curves, how your hair shines under the chandelier lights, and the way your lips move as you speak.
"Lucky, lucky man..." Patrick shakes his head, a bitter edge to his voice.
A waiter passes by, offering hors d'oeuvres, and Patrick takes enough for the three of them for himself, setting his empty glass on the platter. As he stuffs an appetizer in his mouth, he begins to walk away, his eyes fixed on you.
"Where do you think you're going?" Art asks, his hand slipping from Tashi's shoulder.
Patrick spins around, mouth full, and shrugs. "To congratulate the future bride."
Art and Tashi stand there, watching, almost dumbfounded when they see Patrick sneak up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and lifting you into the air. You shriek, champagne spilling from your glass, but once you see who it is, a wide smile breaks across your face.
"Patrick!" Tashi can hear you from across the hall. Patrick lifts you again, hoisting you into the air. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he spins you around, your laughter ringing out—a sweet melody that draws the attention of everyone nearby. "You made it!"
Tashi feels a pang of surprise.
You and Patrick had been in closer contact than she imagined. It stings, a reminder of the distance that had grown between you after her injury, much like the distance that had grown between Art and Patrick. She never knew you had turned to Patrick for comfort. Though it made sense—Patrick was the one you invited, not her, not Art. Patrick was the one who had to ask if he could bring two guests instead of the traditional plus-one.
But surely, you must have known that if you invited Patrick, Tashi and Art would come too, right?
Right?
The question churns a pit of dread in her stomach as Art starts to lead her closer to you out of courtesy.
Patrick's arms are wrapped tightly around your torso, his hand resting too low to be innocent, but you seem happy nonetheless. Happier in Patrick's arms than in the arms of your future husband. You embrace him close, the ring on your finger glimmering under the chandelier lights as you hold onto the back of his neck, your laughter finally subsiding as the spinning stops.
As Tashi and Art approach, the reality of the situation hits her harder. She's watching from the outside, a spectator to your happiness, feeling the sting of what could have been. She forces a smile; your engagement to the worst person in the world can't possibly be the thing that makes her break. Not after everything she's built since she started coaching.
Art tries to catch your eye, offering a polite smile once you let go of Patrick. "Hey."
"Hi," you say breathlessly, a bright smile across your face while Patrick swings his arm over your shoulder. You seem happy, almost relieved that Tashi and Art were here as if you doubted their attendance. "Wow, it's been so long. You guys look great."
"Thanks," Tashi finally says, the words weighing on her tongue like lead.
"You look beautiful," Art tells you, and it's rushed as if he's been trying to keep it to himself but couldn't help it once he was close enough to you.
Before you can get a word out, another arm wraps around your waist, discreetly pushing Patrick away from you to slide into your side. Patrick lets out an annoyed groan, stepping aside as your fiancé squeezes you tightly and says, "She does, doesn't she? Hey, killer."
You turn to him, about to say something, maybe greet him back, maybe introduce him to everyone. But he doesn't let you, he's leaning closer until his lips lock with yours. It takes you by surprise—you flinch at first before finally letting him kiss you properly, his hand cupping the back of your neck, pushing you as close to him as humanly possible.
Art lets out a low, awkward sigh while watching it happen before him, and Patrick rolls his eyes, stepping back in search of a waiter for another drink.
He holds onto you like you're a prize he's won. Almost as if he's been competing with everyone in the world to finally hold you and show you off. As if that's all you had to offer.
You blink, clearly embarrassed, as you clear your throat to disperse the awkward tension in the air. "These are some, uh," you stumble over your words before nodding towards Art, Tashi, and Patrick, "some old friends from college. I'm sure you remember—"
He's interrupting you again, reaching out with the hand that's not on you to shake Tashi's hand. He holds it tightly, his thumb pressing against her wedding ring. "Tashi Duncan, how could I ever forget? Still beautiful as ever."
She has to force herself to smile, for your sake. "Good to see you too—"
"You know," your fiancé starts, cutting her off, "I still remember the time you told me to suck a bag of dicks 'cause I took up your court time. Best day of my life."
"Yeah," Patrick laughs. He's found another glass of champagne to sip on, and it's by his lips when he says, "who doesn't love getting cussed out by Tashi."
You wince. "Patrick—"
"No, no. He's right. It's one out of a million. I took it as a compliement," your fiancé says, glancing at Tashi again, his eyes darting up and down, lingering on her wedding ring once more before she finally pulls her hand out of his grasp. He spots the arm Tashi has been clinging to. "Art Donaldson, I'm a big fan."
Art stiffens as if taken by surprise. "Really?"
Your fiancé is nodding, and when Art glances your way for a split second, he tugs you closer. "You're incredible. Watching you play, it's like, woah! He's killin' it out there. Too bad you've retired though, would've loved to see you play longer."
There's a faint redness to Art's face when he nods. "Oh, thank you."
"I've always wondered if I'd turn out the way you did if I stuck to tennis." Then he laughs, nudging your side. "If only this one put me to work like Tashi did to you, maybe we would've competed in the US Open a few times."
You snort and shake your head, the idea of watching the two of them even standing on the court together amusing you. "You couldn't beat Art if you tried."
Your fiancé shrugs. "Maybe Patrick."
"Stop kidding yourself. You can't even beat your nephew and he's twelve."
He hums, turning so that he'll face you. He holds your waist with both hands, caressing you gently. "You sure know your way into a man's heart, baby," he says lowly before kissing you again. It's rough and messy, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You shriek and press your hands against his chest. He doesn't let go immediately, peeking a glance towards the trio while kissing you.
Tashi feels a knot of disgust tightening in her stomach. The audacity of him to touch you like that in front of them, as if he’s marking his territory, sets her blood boiling just a little bit. God, did no one teach this guy any kind of etiquette?
She catches Art's expression out of the corner of her eye—his jaw is clenched as he turns to look away. Patrick's lips curl in a sneer, the glass in his hand trembling slightly. He fights the urge to throw it.
Your fiancé reaches down and gropes your ass over your silky white dress before finally separating from you.
You stand there, looking flushed and embarrassed, letting him whisper something in your ear before he walks off, joining a group of men who whistle and catcall at him as he nears them. Each jeer and hoot feels like a slap to the face.
"Uh, sorry," you apologize, unable to meet their eyes as you blindly wipe at your chin to fix your lipstick. "That was... I don't know what's gotten into him. He's not usually like this. He's, uh... he's great."
Patrick scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, real great."
Tashi can’t help but frown, her heart aching as she watches you fumble. "You can't possibly want to marry him," she wants to say, but the words get stuck in her throat. She can't bear to hear the answer, especially if it's the one she fears.
Art steps forward, his face a careful mask of neutrality. "If you’re happy," he says, but there's an edge to his tone, a challenge. The unspoken words hang heavily in the air: "Are you?"
You nod quickly, too quickly, as if trying to convince yourself as much as them. "Sure, sure. I mean, what’s not to be happy about? His family loves me. I'm retiring this year, and gonna spend more time with my family. Hopefully more time with some old friends?"
"Old friends?" Tashi repeats, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. The casual way you say it, as if years of distance and silence can be bridged with a few meetings, stings more than she cares to admit.
"Yeah, before I get busy with the baby."
"Baby?" Patrick's voice is sharp, almost disbelieving. "You’re pregnant?"
"What? No!" You quickly sputter, shaking your head. Then you pause, a thought crossing your mind and you lighten up a little bit, a hopeful smile gracing your face, "But I do want kids one day. I want three."
"Does he want kids?"
"We've talked about it, but he shuts it down all the time."
"You poor thing." Patrick puffs out, pinching your arm before reaching for your hand and leading you toward the bar. "Let's bring this conversation outside, ladies. I need a smoke. And you all need a drink stronger than his champagne."
The idea of fresh air and a strong drink is appealing. After grabbing a bottle of finely aged wine, the four of you make your way to the garden outside the grand hall. The shift from the stuffy indoor atmosphere to the cool night air is a relief.
The moonlight casts a silvery glow over the meticulously maintained garden, illuminating the path with a soft, ethereal light. You glow in your pretty white dress, the fabric shimmering as you take a seat on a patch of grass near the rose bushes. The scent of roses mingles with the crisp night air, creating a tranquil yet poignant backdrop. You glance up at the three of them who stand there, watching you.
Tashi raises a brow as you take a long swig of the wine. She didn't remember you to be much of a drinker.
"It's not that big of a deal," you say, passing her the bottle when she finally sits next to you.
It's as if her movement had woken the two guys and then Art takes a seat on your other side while Patrick lies down on the grass a few feet away to light a cigarette.
You pout, "If he doesn't want kids, then we won't have kids."
"But you want kids," Tashi reminds you, but it's more of a question as if she's wondering if that's truly what you want. Don't get her wrong, Tashi loves being a mother, she would kill anyone for Lily, but you wanting kids barely before confirming your retirement threw her off a little bit.
"Of course I do." You hiccup, reaching for the bottle again. "I'm not getting any younger. It's just... he'll come around."
"And if he doesn't?" Art asks, his voice gentle but probing.
"Can we not talk about that right now? I just want to get shitfaced and party."
"Now we're talkin'!" Patrick interjects, his grin wide as he takes a drag from his cigarette. The embers glow briefly in the dark.
"Come on, everybody gather." Patrick flicks his cigarette off to the rocky pathway and snags the bottle from Art's hands. He raises it, nodding at you with that same smirk he's had for years. Snarky, cocky, and yet endearing. "To celebrate new beginnings. Even if your future husband's a dick and can't make you cum nearly half as hard as I can. Good luck, babe."
The rest of you all make a noise of annoyance, rolling your eyes. "Seriously?"
"Shut the fuck up, Patrick," Art scoffs, though there's a faint smile tugging at his lips as you let a giggle slip out past your fake annoyance.
Patrick's smile only widens at the sound of his friends' protests. It reminds him of the good old years when his biggest worry was which shorts he'd wear to his next game. "Cheers!"
As the bottle is passed around, Tashi can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with bitterness. The comradery of the past clashes painfully with the reality of the present. Is this how things are going to be like now? Is this night a call for a truce, waving the white flag so that all of you could be friends again, now as adults, making plans for brunch and getting the kids together for birthday parties?
You take another sip from the bottle, your gaze drifting towards the moonlit sky. "To new beginnings," you repeat softly, though the hope in your voice is tinged with uncertainty.
Tashi leans back, her eyes lingering on you, a mix of longing and regret pooling in her heart. Art sits quietly beside her, lost in his thoughts, while Patrick’s laughter rings out, masking deeper sentiments beneath his forced cheerfulness. The chatter and music from the hall spill into the garden, the warm lights casting a golden glow over the scene. Patrick talks animatedly about the seasons he thinks he has left in him, and to Tashi's annoyance, you encourage him.
She shakes her head at the way Patrick's eyes light up, glancing at her with a knowing look. Despite her irritation, she can't deny the comfort of slipping back into their old dynamic.
Suddenly, Art hums thoughtfully. He has been mostly quiet, listening to the conversation with occasional quiet laughs. Now, as he puts down the empty bottle of wine, he looks at you, his eyes more alive than they have been in a long time. "I had a burger for the first time in years," he announces, a smile spreading across his face as if he is proud of it.
You gasp, perking up as you reach over to hold his hands. "How was it?"
"Amazing," Art says fondly, "like heaven inside a bun."
"You should've seen him," Tashi smirks, shoulder to shoulder with Patrick, playfully kicking Art. "He was drooling just looking at the menu."
He rolls his eyes, "I wasn't drooling." When you fall silent, he looks at you again, frowning. "You haven't had one in a while, have you?"
You shake your head, "No, I think the last time I had one was when we graduated."
Patrick scoffs, "Bullshit."
You laugh, "It's true! I've been very strict with my diet. And now that I've retired... I don't know..." You shrug, suddenly getting shy as Art starts tracing stars against the back of your hand. "There are so many options, I wouldn't know where to start."
"It doesn't have to be anything fancy," Tashi says.
"Pretty sure I saw an old diner on the way here," Patrick suggests. He stands, stretching and groaning before bending over to take Tashi's hand and help her up.
You sputter, watching them all start to stand before you. "Shut up, we're not driving, you're drunk."
"But sober enough to see how badly you want this," Patrick teases, waving a finger near your face and smirking. "You're drooling."
"No, I'm not!"
"Sure you are," Art joins in, pulling you up to your feet. He swipes a thumb at your chin, "Look right there, by your lip."
"Oh," Tashi grins, "I see it."
"Shut up, Tash, no you don't." The words fall from your lips before you can stop them. The old nickname fits too smoothly as if it hasn't been years since you've called her that. Tashi smiles, feeling like a teenager again, messing around with you. She starts to walk off, Art and Patrick following her while you stand there, dumbfounded and a little breathless from their teasing.
"Where are you going?"
"To get a burger?" Tashi shrugs, and she smirks at you, a mischievous smile that makes you wonder if any of you have ever grown up at all. "You coming or what?"
You try to be reasonable, "I can't just leave."
"We'll bring you back before anyone notices," Patrick bargains, jogging back to your side and taking your arm to lead you to the exit. "Lighten up, when was the last time you had some fun?"
You don't even look back.
You find yourself laughing, nodding as the four of you make your way out of the garden. The moonlight guides your steps, casting long shadows on the path.
The walk is a blur of laughter and shared stories, the kind of carefree joy that you haven't felt in years. Before long, you arrive at the diner. The neon lights buzz softly, casting a nostalgic glow over the parking lot. You can smell the greasy, comforting aroma of burgers and fries even before you step inside.
The few people in the diner stare, watching as what seems to be a runaway bride and three wedding guests stumble and giggle over each other, lips a little purple from the wine you've all had and ordering burgers to go.
Once you have your food, you all find yourselves sitting on the curb of the diner's parking lot, the warm night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. Patrick hands out the burgers, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous light as he makes a show of presenting yours to you. "First bite in... how many years?"
"Too many," You take the burger with a chuckle, unwrapping it and taking a bite. "Oh my God," you mumble around your mouthful, "this is amazing."
Tashi watches you, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Told you."
Art takes a bite of his own burger, nodding in agreement. "There's nothing like it."
You shake your head, going in for more, "This is the greatest thing I've put in my mouth."
Patrick, already halfway through his, lets out a loud laugh, "Yeah, I bet."
The parking lot felt like a little bubble of the past, untouched by the years that had separated you. It was strange how easy it was to fall back into the rhythm of your old friendships, how natural it felt to banter and laugh as if no time had passed at all.
Tashi rolls her eyes, though you don't even seem phased by Patrick's joke. "I can't even get mad," you say, swallowing, "I feel like I'm eighteen again."
"Tell me about it," Art agrees. Then he pauses for a beat, chewing on her burger a little slower before turning to you. "You know, this reminds me of that time... when, you know."
"Oh," You snort and nod, scrunching up your face at the memory. "Yeah. It kinda does."
"What?" Patrick looks between the two of you, raising his brow in interest. "What time?"
"It was a long time ago," you tell him.
"Like back in Stanford," Art explains, and then he points between Tashi and Patrick with his burger, "when you two were still a thing."
Tashi sits up straight now, her full attention on you and Art. "Oh, really?"
"It was that time Patrick came for a surprise visit in the middle of our girls' night," you say, nodding your head at her, hoping she'd catch up with the memory. "And you kicked me out of your dorm so you and Patrick could... you know."
Tashi nods. "Have some alone time." She finishes for you.
She remembers that night well: you were both nestled in the haven of her dorm room, the soft glow of the television casting gentle shadows on the walls as the movie played on. You were curled up under her covers, your bodies intertwined, legs tangled together in a comforting knot. The world outside ceased to exist in those moments, leaving just the two of you in your little cocoon of comfort.
Tashi can still feel the sensation of your fingers running through her hair, the tender, rhythmic motion soothing her in a way nothing else could. The warmth of your touch lingered on her scalp, your fingers traced lazy patterns, and she remembered the way her body instinctively relaxed into yours.
But then came the knock on the door, and she felt her heart jump at her throat as she swung her legs out from under the covers and padded softly to the door.
When she opened the door, there stood Patrick, his presence almost surreal. He was holding a bouquet of carefully picked-out flowers, their vibrant colours contrasting sharply with the dim light of the hallway. His smirk was both nervous and charming
"You kicked her out?" Patrick gasps, and Tashi gives him a blank stare. He's acting as if he wasn't even there, as if he didn't stand by her desk while watching her scramble to clean up the mess the two of you made in her dorm and shove you out the door before locking it.
Patrick shrugs, that stupid smirk painted on his lips again before he finishes his burger. "Would've let you stay if it were up to me," he tells you, "The more, the merrier."
"No way," you poke your tongue at the inside of your cheek. "She wanted you all for herself."
"Please, I would've been too distracted with you to even give him my time of day," Tashi admits. "I did you a favor, Patrick. Saved you from blue balls."
He holds a hand to his heart. "I'm so honored."
"But anyway," you start, "while I was walking back to my dorm I bumped into Art, who got stood up on a date."
Patrick blinks, turning to Art. "You got stood up?"
"Was it that girl from marketing?" Tashi asks.
Art's cheeks start to turn red, the flush growing from his neck and up to his ears at the attention. "Yeah, she, uh, she bailed on me last minute."
"I remember you telling me the date went well," Patrick says. "That you guys went out late, bought takeout... you made out in your car," Then, to fuck with him, he adds, "You came in your pants 'cause she kissed your neck. Remember?"
"And that did happen," Art confesses begrudgingly, glaring at Patrick while Tashi laughs. "It’s just... it wasn't with her..."
"It... it was me," you admit.
Tashi wishes she could say she's surprised, but it's nearly impossible because anyone who knew you back in college knew very well about the big crush you harboured for a certain blonde. She knew the way you swooned after him, even if you never tried to admit it because it was too embarrassing.
"Wait, so," Tashi starts, poking at your side and drawing a nervous giggle from you. It makes her smile. "Is Art that guy you told me about, with the puppy eyes and pretty smile?"
"Okay," you puff out, blushing, "I did not say puppy eyes."
"You think I have puppy eyes?" Art asks you, his gaze softening.
When you take a few seconds too long to answer, Patrick claps his hands together and swings his arm over yours and Art's shoulders, pulling the two of you closer to him. "Aw," he teasingly coos at the two of you getting all flustered, "you think he has puppy eyes."
"It was so long ago," you say, running your hands over the soft fabric of your dress. "I don't even remember."
"I'm so sure you don't," Patrick hums, a knowing look in his eyes before he presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek.
You groan, shoving your hand in his face to push him off before you stumble to stand on your feet again, wiping your cheek from his spit. "You're disgusting," you huff, but there's no real bite in your words because there's a faint smile threatening to appear at the corners of your lips.
You stand there for a beat or two, brushing off your dress and feeling the weight of the night settling in. You stare down at the three of them sitting on the curb, the neon lights of the diner buzzing behind you. You can see the hall where your engagement party is from where you stand; you almost don't want to go back.
"Okay," you tuck your lower lip between your teeth as you hesitate, "this... this has been fun."
"Don't leave yet," Tashi says while Art's smile drops, his face falling in disappointment.
"Yeah," Patrick rushes to stand, reaching for you, "the party was just getting started."
"I really have to get back," you step away. "If anyone finds out I left, I'll hear about it for days. This has been great. Like, seriously, I don't think I've ever laughed this hard since before..." You trail off, your tongue getting tied as you glance at Tashi, then at her knee, covered by the length of her dark purple dress. You clear your throat. "Well, uh, I better go. But thank you again, for the beer and the burgers and the memories. I hope you guys can make it to the wedding."
You start to walk away before they can say anything. Like, on purpose, as if you know that if they tried to make you stay and ditch your party, you would. You would cave to their defences.
The sound of your heels is deafening. Tashi watches you go, she watches how you wrap your arms around yourself, and it all feels too similar to how she watched you go all those years ago and never chased after you.
"Don’t marry him," Tashi stands from the curb. She's shaky on her feet, taking long strides to walk past Patrick and hoping to catch up to you. She sees you freeze in your steps, barely out of the parking lot. You turn to look at her quickly, face falling in shock at her demand.
"What?" Your voice is quiet, hoping that your ears are betraying you.
Tashi slows down once she is close enough, the distance between you is almost nothing but the gap feels like miles. The red and blue lights from the neon sign blend into a deep purple against your skin, casting an ethereal glow that makes this moment feel suspended in time. She watches your face, sees the way your brows knit together, the flicker of anger and confusion in your eyes.
Her heart is pounding, the blood rushing in her ears almost drowning out her voice. But she forces herself to speak, her voice low and urgent. "Don’t marry him," she says again, each word feeling like it's being ripped from her chest. Her resolve, which had held firm all these years, finally crumbles.
Getting Patrick back into her life had been one of the most complicated, tangled pains she had ever undertaken. The late-night calls, the awkward meetings, the painstakingly slow rebuilding of trust between herself and Art.
None of it had been easy.
Yet, even with Patrick back, there had always been something missing—a void that only you could fill.
She looks into your eyes, her gaze unwavering, despite the tears welling up. "Please," she pleads, her voice breaking. "Please, don't marry him." The words hang heavy in the air, a desperate plea that carries years of longing and regret. She knows that having you back won't make up for the lost time, and won't magically fix all the mistakes and missed opportunities. But she can at least try, can at least fight for the chance to make things right.
"Tashi, you can't possibly be asking me to—"
"It’s not worth it," she tells you anyway, her voice trembling with the weight of unspoken truths. She knows it’s a risk, a gamble she's taking by laying her heart bare, but she can’t hold back any longer. The years of resentment, of silent longing, bubble to the surface, fueled by the sight of you with someone else's ring on your finger. It's a bitter pill to swallow, the realization that she resented you not for leaving, but for never coming back.
Why didn't you come back?
Tashi's words hang heavy in the air, a desperate plea born from years of unspoken desires and regrets. "Both of you want different things anyway. You don't love him," she continues, her voice raw with emotion, "it's not gonna last. One day you're gonna wake up in the middle of the night and realize I'm right. You'd hate to admit it, but I will be right. I am right. He doesn't deserve you. He's no good for you."
You scoff, "And you are?"
"You said it yourself," she presses on, her voice barely above a whisper, "You've never laughed the way you do with us. And you kept in touch with Patrick, so that's gotta mean something." It's a feeble attempt to grasp at straws. "Marrying him will just be another excuse, another stupid reason. I thought you were better than that."
Then she remembers that night before you left for London, back in 2012. It's like a distant memory now, a flicker of what could have been. The air was thick with anticipation, the tension palpable as you stood on the precipice of something new. She remembers the way your eyes met hers after your exchange with Art at the hotel bar, a brief greeting with an old friend, both of you at the peaks of your careers. It is a silent exchange of longing and regret. For a moment, it felt like time stood still, like the world was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
She remembers the smell of your perfume, the bitterness of the drink you were having and how she could taste it when she kissed you; tongue running over your teeth, nails clawing at skin, hair tangled between fingers, hot breaths and unkept promises and false apologies and a night of regret.
And then the morning came, and with it, you had to leave. And she never stopped you.
"Tashi… I can't just throw this all away for you. For any of you. You were the one who told me to leave."
"I know."
"Because you know everything, right? Because you know he's not good for me, you know it all."
"I know you."
"No, you don’t," you say, your voice tinged with hurt. "Not anymore.”
Tashi huffs, shaking her head before she reaches out, cupping your cheeks gently in her hands. Her lips hover over yours for a moment, a silent plea hanging in the air between you. She waits, her heart pounding in her chest, for you to make a move—to kiss her, to push her away, anything.
You gaze into her eyes, tears glistening in the dim light, before finally closing the distance between you. The kiss is tender, and bittersweet, a culmination of years of unspoken longing and regret. It's a brief moment of solace amid chaos.
Your hands dig into the nape of her neck, where the short ends of her dyed hair tickle the skin of your wrist. The heat of your engagement ring nearly burns her, the edge of the diamond scraping against her skin.
When you pull away, breathless, Tashi fears this will be the last time she will see you.
"Tashi, this doesn’t change anything," you say, your voice trembling.
"It changes everything," she whispers, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "You know it does."
But you step back, breaking the contact, the distance between you growing with each passing moment. "I have to go," you murmur, the weight of the decision heavy on your shoulders. "I need to think."
As you walk away, Tashi watches you go, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She clings to the memory of that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
Back in the hotel room, an uneasy silence settles among the trio. Tashi steps out of the shower, her mind a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. The press of your lips still lingers on her own, a persistent buzz that crawls under her skin.
As she rubs lotion into her arms, she takes her time, methodically moving over each inch of her skin as if she could somehow rub away the confusion and yearning. She finishes her skincare routine, staring at herself in the mirror, almost meeting the eyes of the eighteen-year-old girl who had her whole life ahead of her. It's a constant chant in her head not to dwell in the past.
She has to focus—she needs to find a way to pull Patrick Zweig out of the top 200 ranks and get him qualified for the US Open by the time the next season starts.
Speaking of the devil, when Tashi steps out of the bathroom, she finds Patrick lounging on the loveseat by the open window. Naturally, his shirt has found itself a home on the floor, and a cigarette dangles from his lips.
He perks up when she walks out, sitting up to greet her, "Don't beat yourself up."
Tashi rolls her eyes and climbs into the bed, letting herself sink into the soft comforter. "Shut the fuck up, Patrick. And put that shit out."
"I'm just saying," he shrugs, taking one last drag before flicking the cigarette out the window, grinning when he hears Tashi scoff. "She's a stubborn little shit," he says as the hotel door clicks open and Art walks in. Patrick hums, "Probably only marrying him to piss us off anyway. Been trying to talk her out of it for months. Never listens."
"She might listen to Tashi," Art says, turning to his wife with a hint of optimism in his voice. "Lily's asleep, by the way."
"Right, because my word is stronger than both of yours," Tashi retorts, pulling the blanket over her legs.
Art and Patrick glance at each other before nodding, "Yes."
"Well, yeah."
They all sit in silence for a while, each lost in their own little bubble. The hotel room is quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of the bedspread.
Art joins Tashi on the bed, absently flipping through the channels on the television, the remote clicking softly in his hand. Beside him, Tashi pretends to read a book, her eyes scanning the same sentence over and over again without really absorbing the words. Meanwhile, Patrick rummages through the mini fridge, the sound of bottles clinking and wrappers crinkling breaking the stillness.
A quiet knock on the door makes the three of them freeze, their heads snapping up in unison. They exchange hesitant glances, each wondering if they imagined it. Then three raps against the wood sound again, more insistent this time. Patrick scrambles to the door, Art and Tashi close behind him, their curiosity piqued and their hearts pounding.
Patrick swings the door open, and there you are, a sight for sore eyes. You're still in the same dress, though one of the straps has fallen off your shoulder, and your makeup is smudged around your eyes. You hold your phone close, dropping it from your ear.
"I tried calling," you say, turning your phone so they can see Patrick's contact, a simple 'pat' with a cute tennis ball emoji next to his nickname. "You never answered."
"My phone died." He shrugs.
You let your hand fall to your front, where your fingers pull on each other nervously. Tashi can't help but notice the lack of a ring on your finger all of a sudden. She raises her brows at you, a knowing look flashing across her face before she tells you, "Something's changed."
You roll your eyes and step into the room, sliding between Art and Patrick easily. "A lot has changed." You walk until you reach the middle of the room.
It's a big hotel room, not nearly as big as the ones Art and Tashi are used to staying in, but big and luxurious nonetheless. You fit in perfectly with your white gown and styled hair, a vision of elegance even in your dishevelled state.
You turn, facing the three of them again. "I hope whatever offer you guys were hinting at earlier still stands... I don't exactly have anywhere else to stay, unless I want to hear my mother telling me how she was right the entire night."
Tashi smirks. "You know I'm about to tell you the same thing too, right?" She closes the space between the two of you, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. Her nails brush against your jaw in a feather-light touch until her fingers pause below your lips.
"Yeah, I know."
You don't seem too upset about it. Instead, you're grinning, letting Tashi push her thumb between your lips. The gesture is intimate, charged with unspoken emotion. You're standing face-to-face when she says, "I told you so."
She leads you to sit on the bed, and you let her, nearly tripping over your heels before you land on the soft duvets. Tashi leans down, her nose brushing against yours, and you swallow your heart racing.
"You were right," you murmur. It's hard to maintain eye contact when your skin is buzzing with heat and when there's so much going on in the depths of her eyes that it dizzies you. "I hate it, though."
Her nose is cold against yours, a sharp contrast to the warmth of her breath. You let your eyes fall shut as she slowly traces patterns under your chin, pressing her thumb harder into your mouth before pulling it out. She catches the side of your face with it, making a mess with your spit.
She smiles, "I know you do."
Instinctively, and embarrassingly, there's a shiver rolling down your spine.
Tashi releases a small chuckle, and then, after a final moment, her lips fill in the small gap between you both. You sink into it immediately, heart rejoicing as her lips, warm and smooth, explore your own.
It's a little fumbly, nervous and making you tremble under her hands. Tashi loves every second of it. Her fingers grip your face tighter, mouth pressing to yours with more hunger as you wind your fingers into her hair and sigh. Between gasped breaths and soft sounds of enjoyment, she slips her tongue along your lower lip, and so you open your mouth a little wider.
Tashi ends up straddling you, making out like you're both teenagers again, putting on a show for Art and Patrick. The exhilarating butterflies twirling in your stomach match the memories, too.
You moan softly as she pulls away from your mouth, her attention shifting to your neck. As you watch Patrick and Art make their way to sit next to you on the bed, the bed dipping, you tilt your head to the side and open up your throat to Tashi. You whimper as you feel her lips drag over your exposed skin. She nibbles and sucks until she finds the sensitive part that makes you cry out.
"Fuck," you whimper. You tug on her air-dried curls, coaxing her back up to your lips so you can enjoy the feeling of her mouth on yours. Tashi sighs, and you can feel her smiling into it while beckoning Art and Patrick to join in.
Their lips are on you in a split second, with Art pressing soft, ticklish kisses against your collarbone, and Patrick sliding his tongue from your shoulder to the back of your ear. He's moaning at the taste of you, sucking a bruise under your jaw while digging his hand into the back of your hair.
He slowly starts to bring his sloppy kisses to your mouth, lips brushing against Tashi's and your own before she draws back. You whine, pouting as you watch her take a few steps away before making herself comfortable in the cushioned seats by a small dining table. You can't pout for too long, because now Patrick is kissing you, tugging softly at your hair until your back arches.
His tongue presses against yours, pressing as far back as he can reach, swallowing your every moan and whimper. You bring your hand up to scratch at his beard, then run your nails over his scalp. This is when Art starts to get a little bolder by running his hands up and down your thighs, pulling and pulling the long skirt of your dress until he reaches the end of it and he can touch your skin and take off your heels, tossing them aside somewhere.
Patrick traps your lower lip between his teeth, watching it bounce back into its place as he leans back just the slightest bit. You break apart with a whimper. Your half-lidded eyes meet his, then flick down to the trail of spit strung between your glistening lips. He stares at you, cheeks a little red as he smirks, "I've missed this. Missed you."
You smile, breathless as Art's hand makes its way up higher and higher and closer to your heat, his mouth is relentless with its attack at your neck. He grinds his crotch against the side of your leg and you cradle the back of his head with your other hand.
"You saw me last week, Patrick."
"Last week?" Art pulls away. His lips are parted, eyes a little dazed but focused enough to stare between you and Patrick in confusion. Tashi smirks from where she sits and shifts in her place.
"We're not all perfect, Art." You groan, rolling your eyes as Patrick laughs, reaching over you to start pulling down Art's pants who shifts in his place to let him. Once they're off, he looks at you, and it's embarrassing how fast you tangle together, melding together into a pathetic heap on the bed for Tashi and Patrick to see.
Your lips move in tandem, his soft, pouty lips slitting against yours with ease as you lead his hands to your chest and shove them under your dress.
Art squeezes and fondles your breasts over your bra, his hips jerking against your leg again, almost desperate as his boner presses against the fabric of your dress as it has fallen down again.
Tashi startles you as she settles behind, one knee on the bed while her other long leg steadies her on the carpeted floor below. You let her tilt you backward, parting you from Art and she draws you into an upside-down kiss. The salacious kiss leaves your legs parting for the two men beside you.
Patrick makes quick work of taking that damn dress off of you and you sputter out a pathetic moan when Art's soft hands tease your hardening nipples once Patrick gets half of it off.
Your dress eventually falls into a heap on the floor in front of the bed, you’d matched with it a white paired set underneath.
"No fucking way," You peek one eye open slightly to see Patrick scowling while Art runs his hands everywhere he can reach, across your stomach, your thighs, under your boobs, down your back.
Patrick tilts his head and groans, "I can't believe you wore this shit for him."
Your hand cups Tashi's jaw to deepen the kiss as you both ignore Patrick, only Art snorting out a laugh as he tugs his shirt over his head.
Patrick slots himself between your open legs, stopping just a breath short of your aching cunt to nip teasingly at your soft inner thigh before dragging his mouth up to your neck again. He revels in the moans he's able to draw from you as he finally comes to caress your face.
You pull away from Tashi and gasp in a breath. "Kiss me, Pat," You bite your lip, feeling your heart race as he eyes you up so openly.
"Beg me," He counters with a quirked brow, challenging you.
Your nose crinkles, "I'm not doing that."
"I'm not kissing you, then."
"Shut up and kiss her, Patrick," Tashi groans, attached to Art. She holds his face the same way she did with you, pulling him closer and letting the man crawl to her. But she's glaring at Patrick with venom behind it you know she can’t mean when she's trembling under Art's gentle touch as he slips off her silky nightgown.
"Come here," You beckon Patrick closer with a fiendish look in your half-lidded eyes.
"Yes, ma'am." Patrick nods, dazed as he obliges. "Anything you want, beautiful," His voice slightly slurs as the space between you diminishes once again. "I'll do anything for you," His husky voice drapes around your name like velvet as it's whispered against your plush lips.
Your hands easily find themselves tangled in Patrick's curly hair and tug him to your lips with aching want. You dive in immediately, lips meshing against and, eventually, catching against his chapped lips.
A moan escapes from your throat and he uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. From there, it's another flurry of saliva, tongue and entirely too much white-hot pressure building below.
When you break for a breath, a string of saliva stretches between each of your red, puffy lips. Patrick groans at the sight and pulls you in for a slower, raw kiss that leaves you slick and trembling for more. When you pull apart again, Patrick plants a sweet kiss on Art's mouth before focusing back solely on you, his hand slowly approaching your white thong.
When he starts to rub, you moan into his mouth and start trailing your hand to his crotch, palming his dick. Patrick reciprocates easily and tugs at your lower lip with an impish look in his eyes.
Lips attack your neck again, pulling you higher up on the bed. You hear pants and clothes being shed from every angle around you before you're surrounded again, hands everywhere.
While Art pulls Patrick into a kiss, Tashi cups your face again and draws you into a gentle one as you settle between her legs, your back to her chest. You rest your head on Tashi's shoulder as you heave out another breath, her hands travelling from your navel to tracing shapes on your clit, over your wet panties, spreading your legs apart with her own.
"Please, Tash," you whimper as her fingers curl around the edge of the fabric and tug so it strains against your leaking cunt perfectly. She then decides to skim a whisper of her touch against your pulsing ache.
You gape as Patrick wraps his hand around Art's dick, stoking it, and he lets out the prettiest little whine. Patrick slowly works his way down Art's body, running his tongue between each curve of his muscles, collecting the sweat that's been building on his skin before wrapping his mouth around him, taking all of it in one insatiable bob of his head.
Tashi's nails tickle lightly up your stomach, then in the valley between your breasts and then back down again. It has you spiralling, arching your back as she presses a kiss at your neck.
"You're being so good," she coos into your ear. Your name is only a breath out of her mouth, and she's edging your clit with a gentle roughness that could only come from a woman of her calibre. Tashi pulls your panties aside and flicks and flits about your dripping cunt like she already knows how to make you come undone.
It makes you tremble. You'd sworn up and down earlier about how Tashi didn't know you anymore, and here she is, proving to you that she still does, that she knows every curve and divot of your body, that she still knows what makes you whimper and twitch.
Your hand quickly reaches behind you, between the heat of your back and her body and finds her clit and you try to emulate how she's making you weak. Each quiet gasp you earn from her has you moaning back tenfold under her saccharine trance and she quickly starts pumping two fingers into you.
One particular flick of Tashi's thumb on your clit coupled with her lips gliding against and sucking your own in a wanton kiss sends you over the edge. You moan and cum, back arching as you relentlessly force Tashi's hand against your cunt, searching for more delicious friction.
She takes you all, and lets you ride it all out on her fingers while swallowing every moan you let out in a lewd, wet kiss. Art and Patrick moan appreciatively at the two of you, then focus back on each other.
Before you're able to come down from your high, Art's shoving his come down Patrick's greedy throat. He swallows it all, pulling off Art's red-tipped cock with a vulgar pop that creates a trail of saliva in its wake.
Patrick smiles down at you and leans closer, and you think he's about to kiss you but then he swerves and kisses Tashi instead, who removes her hand from your cunt and slowly works it up his thigh until she cups his balls and gives them a gentle squeeze. He moans into her mouth, winking at you amid his impromptu make-out session you were tempted to join.
You shimmy back and turn on your stomach, positioning yourself between Tashi's long tanned legs. "Can I eat you out?" You ask while kissing up her leg, and you want to hear how much she needs you. You bite at your bottom lip as you nuzzle into her juicy cunt. "Tashi?" You look up at her from where your face is pressed against her. Her sweet smell makes you sigh as you tease your tongue with her hip bone. "Please, Tash, let me taste you."
"Yeah, go for it," Comes her breathless plea.
You finally pull her lips apart, revelling in how she squirms against your hold on her hips.
You're on your knees, trapped arching between Tashi's long legs when you hear Art clear his throat. You give one long lick up Tashi's twitching cunt before turning around with her slick dribbling down onto your chin to where Art has sidled up behind you.
Art crawls closer to you, "Can I touch you, beautiful?" He tilts your chin up as he awaits your answer.
When you nod, he easily descends upon your lips, placing a sure hand behind your head as he deepens the kiss into something absolutely filthy. As soon as you break apart, he kisses your shoulder, then down your spine.
Tashi guides you back to her. You allow her nails to tangle in your locks as she forces your head back down against her arching hips.
"Shit," Patrick huffs, rough hands reaching for the globes of your ass while Art's smoother ones trail up your spread, inner thighs. Tashi tugs at his dick a little harder, which has him panting against her lips.
Tashi gasps as you flick at her clit then quickly move to tease her entrance with the tip of your tongue. You flatten your tongue, dragging it across her length and repeat the motion until she whines for you to stop.
You slurp the combination of drool and slick as you pull away with a pussy-drunk smile. She meets it with a panting, dazed one and removes her hand from your hair to push her own out of her eyes while Patrick sucks at her neck.
"Ah!" You startle forward into Tashi's tits as Art finally breeches your entrance with his index finger.
"Eat our girl out, Art," Tashi motions for Art to lie down under your spread form to get a better angle. You can't deny that the new nickname drives you a little crazy. "Show her she's ours."
Art's soft hands draw another moan out of you as they assuredly grip your hips to keep you in place while he unleashes teasing licks against your pussy.
Tashi draws you back to her. You'd know that look anywhere—she's ready to cum.
"I want you," Her breath hitches around your name while your tongue steals the rest of her coherent words until she's a withering mess under your touch.
Her pornstar-worthy moans ring out across the room like a beautiful symphony. Tashi's wanton noises coupled with the wet whines you're unleashing against her folds until the two of you create the lewdest duet this hotel's ever heard.
She arches against the bedframe as she tells you her near release, tugging at your hair as she draws closer and closer to the edge.
Panting, she draws you against her lips for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss.
"Fuck, Tashi," You groan against her plump lips, feeling your own impending orgasm drawing near. "You're so fucking hot, I-"
She cuts off your rambling with another wet kiss. Her tongue flicks out to tease yours before sucking it into her mouth with a lewd slurp. Your hand works alongside hers to leave her shaking and whimpering against your lips as she comes undone by your hand. You smack her cunt lightly, eating the groan she feeds into your open mouth as she rides it out.
Tashi eats your moans as they echo against your messy tangling of lips and tongues.
Art's fingers start to pick up a pace as Patrick, feeling left out, starts thrusting his throbbing cock in the middle of your sapphic kiss with Tashi. You eye the two with half-lidded eyes as you share Patrick's cock with her. After only a few moments in your mouth, Patrick pulls out and releases across Tashi's and your expectant tongues.
"So fucking good to me," Patrick pants as he splatters the last of his come across your faces with a shaky groan. "Best fucking orgasm ever, swear it," He says as he encases his lips around yours, swapping his cum between your mouths before moving to Tashi to do the same.
Art moves out from under you, offering your knees relief as he lays you back against Tashi's stomach to fuck into you.
It's a slow and cruel pace, only made crueller by how Patrick and Tashi touch you like they already know where you want to be touched. Each brunette takes a side, Patrick sucking your tit into his mouth while Tashi's mouth draws you in for a kiss. Her nails tickle at your other erect nipples until you're arching off of her and into Art's thrusts, making him whimper.
"Just like that," Art whines your name. "You're so fucking tight."
It's when Patrick and Tashi move their attention down to your clit that you know you're fucked. Patrick spreads your folds with two fingers, watching as intensely as Art does as his cock disappears in and out of your hole.
"He could've never made you feel like this, right?" Tashi rasps. "He has no strategy, no real game. Just a fucking waste of space. Could never make you feel this good, this loved."
You don't need her to say his name, you know what she means. You're panting, shaking your head against her shoulder. "Never."
"Told ya," Patrick laughs into your skin. "Make her cum, Art. C'mon, man."
"Fuck- please," You whimper, nodding. "I need to come, baby-" Without warning, you arch off of Tashi. Neither she nor Patrick stops their jerks against your clit as you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head with the thrum of a second wave creeping up on you with a steady building heat. Waves of pleasure roll over you as the tantalizing sensations become too much. You come loudly, arching pathetically off the bed as you desperately reach for Art, to hold him.
You're wriggling in Tashi and Patrick's arms as Art pulls out and releases across your expanding and retracting stomach as you pant out the remnants of your orgasm.
"Shit," He moans, and his voice sends waves of aftershock across your body while his steady hands draw you against his naked chest for a toe-curling kiss.
You'd never been happier to have invited Patrick Zweig to your engagement party.
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𝗐͟𝗐͟𝗐﹕﹙ZB1 FIC RECS﹚ ➛ ⛧
all fics of zb1 that me and @fairyofmangoes read and swooned over at the dead of the night. the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works too.
▨ LEGEND ㄑ f - fluff, a - angst, s - smut
성한빈 ─── SUNG HANBIN
be careful, don't fall by @haesunflower [f] [uni AU, clumsy reader and student nurse hanbin; 0.7k]
a night in monaco [ one . two ] by @ohsunnyboy [f] [fake dating, flirting, one bed trope, lazy kisses]
to breathe in your life by @zhng96 [f] [comfort fic, insecure!reader]
sitting in traffic by @loserlvrss [a,f]
hanbin and non-sexual dominance by @zbis [f]
forget? you? by @hariboz [a]
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김지웅 ─── KIM JIWOONG
french press by @zerobaselove [s] [jealous jiwoong; 1.2k]
cuteness aggression by @haecien [f] [boyfriend texts with jiwong]
a morning to remember by @taerrrrrae [f]
winter confessions by @taerrrrrae [f]
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章昊 ─── ZHANG HAO
a perfect fit by @zerobaselove [f] [campus crush! zhang hao x reader; 3.4k]
to chase a dream by @ohsunnyboy [f] [musician au, rivals, makeouts and happy endings]
one day only by @cinnajun [f] [established relationship; 1.3k]
drunk of you by @kkongdakz [a] [rivals to somewhat lovers, suggestive; 2.3k]
dollification by @amoremainslayer [s]
sir oblivious by @sxmmerberries [f] [textfic]
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석매튜 ─── SEOK MATTHEW
coloumb's law by @seoktized [s] [ft. jake from enhypen, college au; 3.4k]
airpods by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [stepcest; 2k]
feel good by @loserlvrss [s] [soft smut]
show me how to use that pretty mouth of yours by @aswaki [s] [oral fixation; 2.2k]
mile high club privilege by @aswaki [s] [stewardess/flight attendant reader, strangers themed; 1.8k]
matthew flashfic this and this by @aswaki [s]
semi public sex by @528-hotline [s]
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김태래 ─── KIM TAERAE
taedros taedros [ one . two . three ] by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [bsf taerae]
giving it a chance by @haesunflower [a] [not super angsty, established long term relationship]
keep it quiet by @cinnajun [f, sugg] [best friend’s brother!au x reader; 3.6k]
this loser by @kkongdakz [f]
a summ(lov)er song by @kkongdakz [f]
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沈泉锐 ─── SHEN QUANRUI
against everything by @ohsunnyboy [f] [royalty!au, arranged marriages, sword fights and honour]
cherry chapstick by @loserlvrss [sugg]
sunlight by @kkongdakz [f]
wooden block tower by @kkongdakz [a]
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김규빈 ─── KIM GYUVIN
7:34 pm by @zhng96 [f] [blurb]
sunny days by @zhng96 [f] [3.1k]
new year's kiss by @hariboz [f] [friends to lovers; 1.6k]
only one by @loserlvrss [f] [established relationship; 1k]
battery recharge by @kkongdakz [f]
kiss it better by @kkongdakz [f]
world's cutest couple by @cinnajun [fake angst]
pool sex by @carmesi-butterfly [s]
birthday much? by @arafilez [f] [drabble; 0.3k]
you kissed him and ran away by @sxmmerberries [f] [text imagine, bsf!gyuvin]
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박건욱 ─── PARK GUNWOOK
why are you ignoring me by @slytherinshua [f]
one bed by @kkongdakz [f] [enemies to somewhat lovers; 1k]
consequences by @lovepookie [f, a]
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한유진 ─── HAN YUJIN
a spark of light by @ohsunnyboy [f] [bestfriends, homework, pining away and gaming]
love lock by @trsrina [f]
mario cart by @trsrina [f]
2a.m. crisis by @slytherinshua [f, sickfic]
side dishes by @gyubaseone [f]
everything is okay by @taeraemisu [f]
7:39 pm by @itsactuallylina [f]
red thread of fate by @carmesi-butterfly [f]
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제로베이스원 ─── OT9 / POLY
zb1 top 3 kinks by @melobin [s] [not including gunwook & yujin]
cute things zb1 do as you bf by @tzuberry [f] [maknae line hcs]
she's busy bro by @haesunflower [f] [text imagines, yujin not included]
cuddling with zb1 by @cinnajun [f] [headcannons, yujin not inc]
this love is small by @taeiun [f] [some of the little things that they do in your relationship, yujin not inc]
zb1 as love tropes by @tzuberry [f] [headcannons, maknae line]
sweet venom by @taeiun [f] [headcannons, pulling them by the collar and kissing, 02z + 04z + gw]
zb1 as your boyfriends by @cinnajun [f] [hcs, yujin not incl]
zb1 as taylor swift songs by @zhng96 [f] [blurbs]
calling your bsf "babe" by @zhng96 [f] [text imagines]
why him by @hariboz [f] [text imagines, you ask for another member's pc]
why didn't you kiss me by @hariboz [f] [text imagines]
favourite places to kiss by @loserlvrss [f] [blurb, gw + yj not incl]
is this mine? by @kkongdakz [f] [reaction, when you wear their clothes]
we're so cliché by @kkongdakz [f] [zb1 as love tropes]
kiss me by @kkongdakz [sugg] [making out with hyung line]
you being sleep deprived/sleep drunk by @sxmmerberries [f] [maknae line + taerae, text imagines]
no more kisses by @faithst [f] [ot8, hcs, s/o being shy after every kiss]
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Hazel overhears you masturbating and you moan her name
ooh okay so obviously nsfw for this one
backstory for this: you found out about jeff and hazel's mom (and her relationship with her mom) and insisted that she stay in your spare bedroom if she didn't want to go home, you're also a cheerleader in this bc loser gf 🤝 cheerleader gf is top tier idc
okay let's go
imagine that you and hazel have been friends all your lives right and she's basically been in love with you since forever but she never said anything because you dated someone else and you'd never shown any interest in her or girls in general.
you on the other hand have been dropping hints left right and centre but babygirl is oblivious and doesn't register them in the slightest. you've resorted to using the same tactics you used to get guys interested which included wearing more low cut tops, mussing up your hair, and shortening your skirts but nothing seemed to work (or so you thought).
she definitely noticed and had to excuse herself more often than she'd like in order to calm herself down.
she comes home from fight club one day and calls your name but you don't hear her because you're preoccupied obviously lol but you're aware that she's coming home soon (and part of you wants her to catch you) so you're biting down on your hand but a few moans slip out.
and ofc she hears. at first she thought you had hurt yourself so was worried. it wasn't until she was stood right outside your door that she realised that the moans you were letting out weren't ones of pain but pleasure.
she was frozen. she couldn't move for fear that she'd make a noise and you'd know she had been listening and she couldn't move because the sounds of you whimpering and moaning into your own palm were too delicious to walk away from.
she was about to step away and force herself to give you your privacy when you called her name. she froze, assuming she had been caught out, and opened the door, ready to face whatever berating or scolding you were going to inflict on her.
the sight of you made her jaw drop. you were gorgeous. your hand between your legs and your back arched made you look like a greek goddess. she couldn't breathe. it was only then that she realised that you hadn't called her name to welcome her in.
you were too lost in your own pleasure to do that. which meant that you must've called her name because you were thinking of her.
the thought made her flush. the idea of you using the thought of her to bring yourself pleasure was almost too much for her. she was ready to run to her room and follow your lead.
she must have gasped or made some sort of noise because your eyes opened and you saw her frozen in the doorway. you didn't yell or curse her out like she thought you would. you just smiled and beckoned her over, "wanna help?"
hell fucking yes. she was more than happy to assist.
this turned into more of a full length thing than a blurb but hope you enjoyed :)
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Blushing, Crushing, and Totally F*cked!
Here’s the second part!! <3
Summary: We all know and love loser!Hazel, so this is just my take on top of the dozens of other wonderful little headcanons/blurbs about her being nervous around the reader <3 Reader is a cheerleader because I'm a slut for cool girl/weird little freak dynamic.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: fem reader (she/her pronouns used), suggestive themes/thoughts (no smut but mentions of smut), violence, blood, swearing, etc. 18+
Hazel had had a crush on you from afar for years, but she never expected it to be any more than that. You were a beautiful, popular girl who she stole glances at in the hallways. Now, however, you were standing across from her in the gym, cheering on PJ and Josie as they jabbed at each other in the name of feminism.
Hazel winced to herself when PJ had you step into the circle to spar with Sylvie after her own fight. She couldn't bear the thought of your precious face being in any pain. Yet when the whistle was blown, she felt her jaw drop in surprise at your quick, unforgiving punches and skilled dodges. Her stomach did flips when you finally let Sylvie get a hit in and your perfect grin was stained with crimson.
After the fight, you returned to your spot on the outside of the circle, but this time standing next to her.
"Nice job," she said to you, hesitant to look directly at you for fear of staring.
"Thanks, Hazel." You wiped the blood from your lips as you flashed her a friendly smile. Hazel's fears of being distracted were confirmed as she watched your mouth move again. "I think they're talking to you."
She jerked her head to face the others, blush warming her cheeks as she met Isabel in the center of the ring. They circled each other reluctantly, both too sweet to swing the first punch. Hazel began to survey her opponent, thinking about the best move to make, but her eyes were pulled away as she saw you standing on the outer ring. You gave her a quick nod of encouragement and another smile, pulling her focus away enough to allow Isabel ample time to crack Hazel square in the nose.
The fight turned out to be well-matched following Hazel's temporary lapse in focus. The pair returned to their places, smiling at the cheers around them after their polite finishing handshake. Hazel stared at her feet, shy from all the praise until your shoulder bumped hers.
"That was sick," you said. She thanked you, shaking her head modestly which caused her nose to begin bleeding again.
"Shit." She pinched her nostrils and threw her head back to face the ceiling.
"Whoa, whoa, no," you warned her. "You have to tip your head forward to stop the bleeding. Here." You gripped her hair gently and guided her to face downward, letting the excess blood drip onto the gym floor. Hazel wasn't sure if her lightheadedness was caused by the hemorrhaging or the soft circles drawn by your thumb on the back of her head.
"Feel better?" you asked in earnest.
"Yeah," she lied, bravely meeting your eyes as she wiped the last of the dried blood. "Definitely. Thank you."
"Of course," you replied, deciding maybe it was finally time to remove your hand from her hair. Hazel shrank in disappointment at the lack of contact and was relieved to hear that the club was dismissed. She rushed out of the gymnasium toward her car. She had a long night of trying to forget how good your perfume smelled ahead of her.
...
Hazel thought she might have been dreaming when she walked into Mr. G's class and saw your hand waving her over to sit beside you. She looked around, searching for someone wearing a football uniform or a set of high heels who you might have been waving to instead. When you locked eyes with her again, flashing that knee-weakening smile, she finally walked to you.
"Good morning!" you said brightly as she sat.
"Hi," she breathed nervously, almost sounding like she was asking a question. She kept her eyes glued to Mr. G and the magazine he was reading, afraid that if she looked at you she would break whatever spell had caused this moment.
"I like your vest." She almost didn't hear you, assuming you had been talking to someone else.
"Me?" she asked, finally facing you.
You giggled at her uncertainty. "Yes, you." Your thumb plucked the fabric from her shoulder for a moment before you smoothed it back down against the white shirt she wore underneath it. "It looks good on you."
"Oh. Oh, um--" she stuttered, trying to look anywhere but your eyes that stared at her with unfaltering intensity. "Thank you. I like your skirt."
"Thanks! Actually," Hazel felt her breath catch in her throat when you interrupted yourself to raise the skirt's already short hem to your upper thigh. "It's a skort! It has shorts built in!" She found your excitement adorable and couldn't help but laugh along with you until Mr. G spoke up.
Class droned on for a painful ten minutes before the bell rang. You waved goodbye to Hazel as you caught up with Isabel and Brittany, leaving her behind with PJ and Josie.
"What the hell was that?" PJ smacked the back of Hazel's head.
"Ow! What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you two eye-fucking each other for the first five minutes of class."
"What?" Hazel jolted out of her seat. "That didn't happen! She was just talking to me and I--"
"'Oh, that looks so good on you, Hazel! Look at my skort and how it perfectly drapes over my luscious thighs! Don't you just want to stick your hand between--'" PJ was cut off by Josie's frantic protests.
"What PJ means is that you were obviously flirting," she explained. "We just want to know when this all started."
"There isn't a this," Hazel retorted. "She's ridiculously gorgeous and probably getting banged by some jerk on the football team while I spend every waking hour trying not to stare at her like a stalker!"
"It's okay, relax." Josie tried to verbally soothe Hazel's now rapid breathing. "We'll think of something to help you. For now just--"
"Sorry!" Your voice and sudden reappearance made the three girls jump. "I forgot my bag." You scooped it up, waving goodbye to Hazel once more.
"Have-- have fun with your skort!" she shouted after you, thanking every higher power that you had already let the door close behind you and you most likely didn't hear her.
Hazel buried her face in her hands, groaning in defeat. "Oh, dude," Josie said. "You're totally fucked."
...
The fight club had never felt so far away for Hazel, so she let out a deep sigh of relief when she joined her friends in the gym. She mustered the courage to give you a shy wave when you walked in from the opposite entrance. Her face warmed with a smile when you excitedly returned the gesture. God, how could you be so sweet? She pondered this question until PJ called the meeting to order.
"Let's get this shit started, fuckers." The club's leader eyeballed everyone, sizing them up. "You!" she pointed at Hazel, who stiffened, praying that PJ wouldn't do what she thought she was about to do. "And... you!" PJ's finger drew a direct line to your face, which smiled politely as you met your quivering opponent.
"Go easy on me, please?" Hazel attempted a joke. She felt lighter than air when she heard you laugh it.
"Don't worry," you said. "I wouldn't want to mess up your pretty face."
Hazel's jaw dropped to the floor, making it all the more painful when your fist connected with her chin. She stumbled backward, eyes raking over your figure as she pretended to plan her attack. She watched as your foot stepped forward, properly anticipating your second punch. She dodged your hand, using her own to grip your shoulders and send both of you to the ground.
She almost forgot that you were supposed to be fighting when she saw you on the floor. Your waist caged between her legs, you wriggled your arms in a feeble attempt to escape. Your hair was sprawled around your head, an angel halo that framed your red and panting face perfectly. Hazel couldn't help but let her mind wander to how you might look if you were lying beneath her in a different sort of circumstance. Her trance was broken when you spoke up.
"Shit," you breathed. "You're really strong, Hazel." The girl could have sworn she detected a hint of flirtation in your tone. She didn't have time to think about it, though. The compliment had caused her knees to weaken enough that you could slot your own knee between hers, flipping over until you were the one pinning her. Your leg remained between her thighs and Hazel only hoped that you couldn't feel how hot she had grown in that spot.
"Not strong enough, I guess, huh?" she asked you. Your expression was triumphant at the jubilant shouts and claps surrounding you.
"I guess not." The fight was over, but you stayed on top of her. Your hair tickled her face and your mouth was close enough that she could feel your breath. If she inched forward just a bit--
"Hell yeah, bitches!" PJ celebrated the dynamic spar. "That's how it's done! I want to see all of you whores getting that down and dirty from now on." PJ not-so-subtly winked at Hazel.
After she picked herself up, Hazel found herself unable to shake the feeling of your hands on her chest, your hair on her face, your knee between her legs. When you met her eyes from across the circle and shot her a wink, she knew that she would most definitely never, ever be able to shake that feeling.
At least not until it happened again.
...
Leaving Mr. G's class gave Hazel a nice break in the day. She was able to stop at her locker, grab a snack, and head to her science class. Science was the one subject that truly interested Hazel. It was the only one that kept her focus entirely. She was completely enthralled by everything it encompassed, and of course, she could never be distracted by your breathtaking smile or heart-melting giggle. Walking into the classroom, she looked forward to a blissful period where she wasn't plagued by images of you and your body and...
You. You were sitting at the lab table where she usually sat. You straightened your back when she walked in, waving at her enthusiastically.
"Hi!" you greeted her as she took her seat. "I just transferred into this class. The teacher told me you didn't have a lab partner yet, so it worked out perfectly!"
"What a fun coincidence," Hazel muttered nervously, wondering how she was supposed to concentrate on her favorite subject with you leaning over the lab table like that.
"So, our first lab is about heart rate." You detailed the lab to her with so much confidence that it intimidated Hazel. She was enthralled by your knowledge on the cardiac system, so enthralled that she found her eyes drifting toward where your heart rested behind your cleavage. "What we need to do is take each of our heart rates when resting, and tomorrow we'll take them in different states like exercising."
"Sounds good." She pulled her eyes away from your breasts, wanting to punch herself for ogling you. Thankfully, you must not have noticed as you leaned forward even more to grab the heart rate monitors you would be using. Your hair brushed past Hazel's cheek until she was enveloped in the delicious scent of you.
"Whoops, sorry." You tucked away your sweet-smelling hair into a ponytail. "How about we do you first?"
"Do me?" Hazel questioned, having been distracted by how pretty your face looked with your hair pulled back.
"Let's get your heart rate first," you explained, giggling at the blush that sprouted on your lab partner's cheeks.
"Right, right," she scolded herself before pointing out her wrist to the monitor you held. You grabbed her hand to move it closer to the reader, but Hazel held her breath when you didn't let go even after the device started beeping.
"Hmm," you sighed. "Your heart rate is super fast. Maybe this monitor is broken." You hit the device against your leg a couple of times to jolt it back to life. You seemed unsatisfied when it read the same results after a second round against Hazel's wrist. "Maybe we'll get a more accurate read against the pulse on your neck."
Before Hazel could process your next move, you pushed her hair back and stuck the monitor on the most sensitive part of her neck. She inhaled sharply at the sudden contact, eyes burning holes into the table to avoid looking into yours.
"Jesus, Hazel. Your resting heart rate is 120 BPM. Do you feel okay?"
Your concern warmed her heart. "Yeah, I'm totally fine. I feel completely normal." She looked at you, feeling her heart speed up even more as your gorgeous eyes bore into hers.
"What, do I make you nervous or something?" you teased her.
Hazel felt like she was seconds away from passing out. "What? No! I'm not-- why would you-- it's not like I--" her sputtering was cut off by your beautiful laugh again.
"I'm just messing with you, Haze." You grazed her arm, still laughing quietly. "I'm going to head to the bathroom. Try to take some deep breaths so you can calm down before I come back."
Still in disbelief, she watched as you glided out of the classroom. She didn't think she had blinked once since you touched her neck. She pried her gaze away from the door and hid her face in her palms. This was becoming much more than a hallway crush.
"Oh, dude," she said to herself. "I am totally fucked."
...
Author's Note: I hope you all liked my first little blurb! I am a horny little freak so I most definitely plan to write more for my girl Hazel, specifically smut because duh. I had so much fun writing this so please send me requests! I would love to hear what you guys want to read more of. Thanks!
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ellie williams fic recs (3/3)
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𖣦 drunk!ellie headcannons by @savannahsdeath drunk!college!ellie williams x reader | slightly suggestive, throwing up, obviously alcohol
-drunk!ellie who can't drink alone or she'd completely pass out.
𖣦 giving loser!ellie head for the first time by @moncherellie ellie williams x gn!reader | cunnilingus (e receiving, r giving), ellie's first time, fingering
-eating loser!ellie out is a religious experience
𖣦 pretty on camera by @evera-era ellie williams x afab!reader | tlou!au, slight coercion, dirty talk, oral e!receiving, fingering, spanking, ellie is kinda rough, sex tape !!
-you hear ellie’s footsteps behind you. she enters the bedroom you’re in, giving a small sigh. the two of you were currently on patrol, scouting a cabin. this route typically didn’t give you any problems; it could be a bit of a drag.
𖣦 teasing ellie over text by @elliesprettygirl ellie williams x reader
𖣦 victory lap by @elliesflower ellie williams x f!reader | rich!ellie, plus-sized female!reader, degradation (kinda), mean!ellie, vouyerism, semi-public masturbation(kinda?), ellie and reader are both perverted ngl
-It was yet another blazing hot day at the country club, the sun’s sweltering rays kissing the backs of your legs as you bent down to retrieve a fallen golf ball from the bright green turf, careful not to bend straight over so that your panties would be on full display for anyone who dared to walk behind you.
𖣦 smut blurb by @elstoy ellie williams x reader | smut
-anyone else ever think about being on ur knees for ellie mid patrol?
𖣦 small hands by @hunnylagoon ellie williams x reader | warning for mentions of postpartum depression
-people say that the magic disappears when you have children, that never applied to you and ellie, you are just as hopelessly in love as the day you were married. you celebrate christmas with your friends and family despite a few bumps in the road.
𖣦 ellie drabble by @dsybouquet ceo!ellie williams x fem!reader
-braindead about ceo! ellie who goes out with her managers for drinks after a day in the office. the first buttons of her white shirt open and the rest of her suit a bit losely, letting go of the work environment to enjoy herself.
𖣦 ellie blurb by @astralnymphh high!ellie williams x fem!reader | mdni!, smut
-bro high!ellie is the typa girl to strap you, lazily.
𖣦 camping by @elliespet modern farm!ellie x gf!reader | smut 18+, cursing
-on your anniversary, ellie sets up a special date. how sweet of her! no way she’ll act like a feral dog out here right.. right?
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𖣦 birthday girl by @mxlktxa ellie williams x fem!reader | language, (brief) 18+ content , alcohol use, modern!au, (brief) underage drinking (reader is turning 20, while ellie is 22)
-i placed my keys and bag right at the front door, leaning against the front door to mentally prepare myself for whatever ellie had planned for my birthday today.
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-dealer ellie who's actually just a loser lesbian with too much love and money to spend
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-“what’s cookin’, good lookin’?”
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-ellie hates it when you're not paying attention to her
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Hi, I’ve been going through somethings and would like to request a Gareth x little reader, maybe him comforting the little during a heavy crying fit or something like that, I hope you have a wonderful day-
Bun
Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Three and a half) (Blurb)
Meanie Bo-Beanie
Gareth Emerson X Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)
Warnings - Crying, mentions of bullying (Jason), protective Hellfire Club, protective gare bear, food mentions, eating of lunch
Notes - Been A while <3 This is pretty short!
Notes Two - Hope this helps bubba, and I hope things are looking up!
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.
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"Gareth!" Dustin yelled as he rushed into the drama room, the group, sans Dustin and Bunny, were already digging into their lunches when the boy yelled for Gareth. "Bunny -"
"Bunny what? Dustin!" Gareth stood up, already halfway to the door by the time Dustin could continue.
"They locked themself into the bathroom, and I can't get them to come out." He admits. "They're, they're crying, I don't know why." His voice grows sad as Gareth and him walk towards the bathroom, the rest of the group slowly following behind, not sure what to do.
"Little Bunny?" Gareth's tone is soft, his words already comforting although his face was still contorted in fear and confusion. "It's Gareth, can you come out?"
"Really?" A loud voice booms from down the hallway. "I though you losers would have dropped baby juice box already." Jason laughs, two basketball guys on either side.
Lucas clenched his jaw hard, his fists balled at his side. "Jason, Y/n has nothing to do with this." The group looks to him in confusion, Jason's eyebrows furrowing.
"They have everything to do with this, you told coach I "Bullied" them and he believed you!" Jason laughed.
"You what?" One of the guys next to him speaks up.
"I didn't do anything too mean." Jason laughed. "But Sinclair's got it out for me, probably wants my Team Capitan position or something." The teen scoffs.
As Jason and his guys argue over Jason being a bad guy, something everyone could see, Gareth drowns them out and turns back to the door. "It's okay Bunny, if you want to wait in there that's okay."
"Don' wan' to bear." Y/n cries loudly.
"Jason is leaving now, why don't you come out and we can go eat some lunch?"
"'m scared." Y/n admits, another cries echoing off the bathroom walls.
"I know, but I promise I'm here to protect you, and so is everyone else."
The door lock clicks and Y/n peaks their head out, tears still rapidly falling down their cheeks, a huge frown on their face. "It's okay cheesy, I'll protect you." El speaks up.
"Everyone will." Will bumps El's shoulder.
Gareth squats down, pulling his long sleeve over his thumb and patting away some of Y/n's tears. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you, Bunny."
"Jus' wan'ed to give you 'his" Y/n holds out a juice box to Gareth, the straw missing, but the label reading "Fruit punch". "Said you li'ed it."
Gareth smiles, his own tears threatening to spill. "Yes, I do like fruit punch. Thank you Bunny." His hand land on their back and rubs in circles, their tears slowing, breathing calming down.
"You li'e it?" Y/n's lower lip wobbles.
"I love it, Bunny."
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I love smut blurbs as much as the next person about eddie but what I love even more is domestic eddie. Like cooking breakfast or dinner together. Running around the grocery store throwing food in the basket just because it looks good. Him coming home from a long exhausting day of work and just rubbing his shoulders and starting his shower for him. Maybe on his days off you guys sleep in and then hop in his van and go for a ride outside of hawkin. Inviting Wayne over for dinner on Sundays and watching them drink beer and bond over cars etc. Listening to him and the dnd club argue over what's happening in the campaign. Idk fluffy domestic eddie really speaks to me on a whole different level.
domestic eddie has my heart, darling.
now, i'm not gonna lie, eddie will be a shit cook at first. but when you came home one time too exhausted, unable to cook bc you were the one who always cooks seeing as he can't cook for shit, he made sure to learn how to.
you'd come home and there's just an entire cooked chicken in the middle of the table. he said that chicken parts confused him and he just bought a whole one and bought a recipe book. to top it off, he made roasted potatoes. they were fucking amazing.
(also, he was clad in a pink, floral apron of yours, hair up in a messy bun, hands covered in oven mitts with tongs in his hand. it's such a sight to see.)
going to the grocery with him is another level. when he was with wayne, his wants were limited. he can only take two of those he wanted because money was short. but when you both got a job and had your own home and started earning adult money, well—
eddie would be pushing the cart, jumping and hopping on it as he moves, would beg constantly to let you buy him the sweet, almost diabetic cereals there is. would chuck in an entire gallon of ice cream, beers of different brands, and just full out processed foods because, lets be honest, sometimes he doesn't eat healthily.
when he comes home from work, exhausted, you'd urge him to lay down on his stomach at the couch, you sitting on his thighs and just cracking his back and he MOANS LIKE A WHORE istfg. but as much as it turns you on, poor baby is tired and you just want to, well, baby him.
get his shower ready, get with him in the tub, relax him with a few strokes down there and an orgasm, before you guys let your eyes go dry from watching endless tv while you cuddle in the sofa.
one thing he loves is roadtrips. you guys would both leave anytime of the day—no clothes, just money and snacks, and drive wherever; listening to music, fucking in the back of his van, kissing the back of your hand as he drives with one hand outside of town. hearing you sing as you kick your feet up the dashboard with the windows down, and he just stares at you like you're the most beautiful human being in existence.
wayne would come over every sunday. always. you guys would drink beer, watch a movie or play board games (queue sore loser eddie playing monopoly) and talk about your childhood while eddie has an arm around you and you just converse with his uncle with a bright smile (eddie thinking right then and there that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you).
the kids would come over too! movie nights with them, sometimes playing dnd and you're just relaxing at the sofa while they yell and argue and just swoon when eddie DMs.
dancing around wherever you want to. he'd sing you songs that aren't metal. turning the radio on and spinning you around in the middle of the kitchen when you're cooking or when it's morning and you're drinking coffee.
helping you paint the walls when you first moved in. having a very messy paint fight—that sometimes would lead to an actual fight on which color of the wall you guys would choose.
CUDDLES WHENEVER YOU WANT TO. in the living room, sitting on his lap when he sits on the kitchen island, in your bedroom. all that shit.
sometimes you both would walk around naked just for the fun of it. because you guys live together. eating while walking, smoking, and while he no longer deals, he still smokes weed with you.
i cant think of anything else. my pinkies had gone numb coedodneoxndoe i love domestic eddie :(
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IT Fic ideas/ mini plots? blurbs? i’m posting this for @def-livv ! i also will give anyone like use of anything from this, feel free to take the ideas and make some good stories or rewrite some of the things i’ve written. they’re not bad but not great either but i hope you enjoy these things i’ve written ! also note that these were for me to remember stuff i’ve imagined in my head so sorry if there’s notes that don’t make sense to you or if the stories have little to no good detail and yeah whatever! enjoy it or don’t :P
Having nightmares about IT before he came back in 1989, and stopping him from killing everyone (hero mc and no bad stuff happens other than bowers gang thinking mc is crazy:/ /sad
being friends with the bowers gang and throughout a few months they all realize they like mc and all hide it from each other but also they all go after mc. they do have fights but it’ll end up poly probably
mc likes patrick, patrick “likes” mc and thinks she may be real but is very wishy washy with her, one day he’s all over her, next day he couldn’t give a shit (to mess with her) but is still very possessive. stuck in the middle vibes
henry likes mc, says they’re dating and mc is pretty sweet and kinda goes along with it thinking he’ll get bored. henry and mc fall in love and he starts changing (getting nicer, understanding he shouldn’t be abused and that it’s not right) she gets him to slowly move into her house with her and her parents and they sorta adopt him and show him what a real family is like. saving his life/raising him right au
boys hardcore bully mc but she’s a little bit yandere and is inlove with patrick/henry/all of them (whatever i’m feeling ig) they catch some jocks messing with her one day and all kinda think “that’s our victim!” and protect her, making her fall more in love and they slowly slowly slowly start to get softer towards her. bullies/victim to friends to lovers vibe
this is a blurb blurb/imagine vibe
mc is henry’s neighbour and in the winter sees him shoveling his big driveway all by himself so her and her dad go over with a snow blower and shovel to help. melts his heart a little bit ;) gentle mother!figure/ guardianangel!reader type vibes
also little headcanons for some plots:
- avery was never killed. so patrick isn’t at psychotic or deranged but still a jerk to his bro (who’s about 9-10) so about a 10 year age gap (depending on how old you want pat, i obviously picture him aged up and LEGAL!!!!!!!)
- vic has 2 older sisters
- henry has a soft spot for mc
- most of the time bowers gang can’t say no to mc
- when they go into town (like the movies or arcade) mc always runs ahead of the boys to give the losers club (if they happen to be there, they usually are) a heads up so they can scatter before the bowers gang rains terror
- reggie let’s mc practice driving stick shift in amy
- vic is the one mc trusts the most and they get along the most, they like similar things and he’ll keep secrets for mc (most of the time)
- in order of who mc trusts from most to least it’s: vic, reggie, henry, patrick
- mc loves to cuddle and innocently will pick one of the boys to cuddle with and tends to fall asleep on them. (they did draw on her face once or twice. jerks) but after knowing mc for a while, the boys started fighting over who mc sat with and would make plans to get mc to choose them
- mc is extremely loyal and gives entire heart into whoever mc cares about (the boys, mostly patrick, will exploit that) but mc does have limits and pushes back sometimes when they inevitably take things too far
- an “oc” who is matteo riddle 🤪 is the neighbour across from mc and they’re good buddies. he’s mainly for plot so mc has one friend outside of bowers gang
- sometimes, on days where the boys don’t force mc to hang out, she finds herself with the losers club. they’re funny and sweet and it gives mc a break, they’re refreshing. she spends most of the time talking to beverly, it’s nice to have a girl to talk to… and complain about the boys to.
- mc parents i usually picture are joy summers and rupert giles from buffy the vampire slayer. they are comfort parents and giles is a step-dad and mc has a jackass biological dad mc does not talk to. (for plot, mc has daddy issues too. helps to connect with henry)
- mc gets henry into drumming (safer way to get the anger out) he gets pretty good pretty quickly
- plot/blurb
the boys have a bet to see who can get mc to like them first
bowers gang along with their newer addition, are driving along and of course, the boys are bickering.
“we should go here!”
“no this place is way better! drive us there belch”
“fuck off! we’re going to this spot!”
reggie looks in the rear view mirror at mc, “where would you like to go mc?”
mc looks up at him, smiles shyly and thinks.
“maybe the big arcade? that’s in the next town? that could be fun! we don’t have to though” mc recoils in their seat, making themselves small.
reggie smiles, then it turns into a smirk as he looks at the boys, he’s so gonna win this, “ arcade it is darlin’”
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at the arcade, they all spread out finding stuff to play. reggie and vic find the muscle man hammer game, patrick finds kids to scare and steal their tokens from, and mc follows henry, who has found the astro starfighter game (where you shoot meteors).
henry keeps losing and losing the game, then losing his temper, “fuck! fuck! fuck! this game is so fucking stupid and it’s a piece of shit” he starts kicking it. mc is laughing their guts out, they think henry is so funny, (they don’t really know him yet). “what the fuck are you laughing at?!” henry yells, mc wipes the tears from their eyes, giggles still bubbling out, “you’re just funny!… and so bad at this game! hahaha! it’s cute” mc laughs again. henry doesn’t know how to react, he’s being made fun of, but mc is so sweet about it and he knows they’re not being mean. before he can say anything, mc places a hand on his arm, “let me try!” and steps in drop of the game. “hmmm. henry? what should i get if i win?” mc asks coyly (or cheekily, but i think coyly). henry thinks for a seconds, then smirks, “i’ll give you a kiss” he says with a wink. he knows he’s going to win this bet. “oh gee! a kiss from henry bowers? i better be good!” mc grins and turns back to the game. they play for a while, getting higher and higher in the levels, mc finally gets to the boss level, “oh my god! oh my god! fuck you! i got you you’re so done you stupid ship!” (i think it also has aliens in it?) mc is blasting and blasting and! an asteroid hit them… they died. “no! aw are you kidding i was so close!” mc said disappointed, “damn it! that’s fuckin rigged” henry said, made he won’t get to kiss mc, but it comes off as him being on their side, they should’ve won!
mc turns to henry and kisses his cheek. henry is shocked, but tries to hide it. not well. “thanks for motivating me” mc says with a smile, already over losing that amazing play through. henry feels proud, he did motivate mc didn’t he. they wanted to kiss him and that’s why they tried so hard. it made him feel good, feel important and needed. that was the first moment he started really falling for mc.
they then wandered over to patrick, to drag him away from the poor children, got reg and vic, and went over to the skee ball, where they cheated and got a bunch of tickets and tried to pick a prize for mc all again, bickering.
“mc would like that bunny! get the bunny”
“no get the tiger! it’ll make em think of me!”
“get the skull head. it’s sick.”
“what about that cow! mc always points them out”
this time vic is the one to turn to mc, “which one would you like? pick one!” he says excitedly albeit aggressively.
“well, the bunny is pretty cute” mc says, the guy at the counter turns and grabs the bunny off the shelf and hands it to mc. vic grins, he knew they’d like the bunny. he walks up to mc and puts his arm around their shoulder, “that thing is pretty dang cute huh, like you” he says, mc looks up at him and laughs a little, shaking their head. “you’re a dork” mc says, but there’s a slight blush on their face. “alright let’s go. i’m fuckin’ hungry” henry says, breaking up the sweet moment between friends. they walk out the arcade and head home. on the car ride home, mc falls asleep on patrick’s shoulder, cuddling the bunny. they all glance at mc, so innocent. they all glance at each other and though it isn’t said out loud, the bet is off, and the games are on. may the best man win. (mc’s heart that is (; )
-henry had never had tacos before (half because of neglect, half because the bitch is racist) but one time mc invites him over for dinner, after hearing that he has never had tacos, which is atrocious. mc was horrified and jokingly tried to hold henry bowers, wrapping her arms around his neck, and petting his ratty mullet, calling him a dear poor thing. he pushed her away and told her to fuck off. mc laughed it off as she usually does, staying light-hearted and unoffended. and says that she’ll see him at 6.
6 o’clock arrives, and so does henry. as he walks through the door of mc’s house, he is hit with a (waff?) of spices and meat, it smelled delicious. he walks into the kitchen with mc and there stands her mom finishing up the lettuce and tomatoes. “mom, henry’s here!” mc said to her mother. mc’s mom turns around and greets him warmly, “oh hello henry! nice to finally meet you! grab a plate, we’re ready to get started” she smiles and goes to wash off her hands in the kitchen sink. mc and henry grab a plate and walk over to the kitchen counter where all the food is laid out for them. sour cream, salsa, hot sauce, rice, grated cheese, lettuce, tomato and guac! the beef steaming in the pan still on the stove, fresh off the burner. mc starts making her taco and henry just watches. mc noticed and smiles, “henry are you gonna make a taco? or just stand there looking devilishly handsome?” mc says with a wink. she loved to flirt with him jokingly, that way it wasn’t real and her feelings couldn’t be hurt. it was easier that way. he rolls his eyes at mc while scoffing, but then frowns slightly, “i don’t know what to put on it” mc blinks, “oh! i’ll make it for you!” mc starts making him two tacos, one with everything on it (the delicious one) and a plain one, with just meat and cheese (picky eaters choice) “try this one first. it’s just meat and cheese, it’ll ease ya right in” mc says and turns to make hers. they go and sit down at the table, henry looks at his plate and mc is staring at him, waiting. he looks up at her and barks out instinctively, “what?” mc laughs a little, “eat your taco! i want to see your reaction!” she scoots forward a little on her seat. henry again rolls his eyes at her, but he thinks she’s adorable, eyes gleaming with excitement. he picks up the smaller less stuffed taco of the two on his plate, gives mc one last glance and then takes a bite of the taco. and then another. and another. and then it’s gone. mc giggles and claps her hands together, he liked it! he LOVED it! henry looks at mc and says, “that was alright” it’s mc’s turn to roll her eyes, “try the good one now!” mc presses, “the good one? i liked the one i just ate. that one ain’t good?”
“yeah it was good but this one will be even better”
henry looked like his head exploded, it didn’t but what did explode were the flavours in his mouth.
henry likes tacos a lot now. and whenever mc’s family does a taco night, you can bet your butt henry will be sitting at that table chowing down like it’s his last meal.
- bowers gang are all hanging with mc in her room, chilling on her floor, her and henry are sitting on the bed. mc stretches, then slips under the covers and turns and faces the wall.
“what are you doing?” the boys ask, confused. “i’m gonna take a nap. you can come cuddle if you want” mc says sleepily, henry is the closest and first to jump into action, slipping under the covers between mc and the wall. she cuddles into him , “you’re so warm” mc said, she paused for a moment and then said, “that’s what he said” and giggles a little.
“i don’t get it” said vic
“you wouldn’t. virgin” mc says bluntly, voice slightly muffled as she snuggled into henry some more.
the boys all laugh and mc drifts off to sleep.
- henry’s birthday is april 17th and he’s an aries (i think i saw this in a fic or just a post one time that he gives off aries vibes and idk if they said april 17th or if i am crazy and made it up)
- POV: you’re at a video store, it’s pouring rain out so you and the bowers gang are looking for a movie or two to watch.
“oh pat! let’s get the goonies! i love that movie!” you say excitedly, grabbing it off the shelf and holding it in your arms.
“no fucking way. that movies for babies” patrick says annoyed, “we’re going to get a horror movie. i’m thinking poltergeist”
“are you kidding? if this movies for babies then goo goo ga ga motherfucker. i want to watch the goonies” you say, irritated.
POV: you’re helping reggie’s mom with her garden. you didn’t tell the boys and they were out looking for you. they drive past reggie’s house and see you’re BEHIND as you’re bent over pulling weeds out of the garden. they pull into the driveway, get out of the car and make their way over to you, henry is first to speak, “hey sweet thang. do you look as good in the front as you do in the back?” he said, the boys chuckle behind him, you roll your eyes and turn around, “hey hot stuff! whatcha packin?” you laugh, the boys are surprised to see you there, “mc? what are you doing at my house?” reggie says confused,
“i’m helping your mom out with gardening!” you say with a smile, reggie’s mom, who was in the kitchen getting drinks walks out and says,”mc has been such a good help! and she’s tough, carrying all those dirt and mulch bags for me!” mc blushes under the boys’ stares, looking impressed and maybe even a little proud. their girl is tough. “would you boys want to help? it’ll get the garden done quicker and we haven’t started on the back yet” reggie’s mom asked, really hoping to put the boys to work and take a break. pat and vic start to say no but henry answers for everyone, “sure mrs. huggins, we ain’t got nothin better to do”
the rest of the afternoon you and the boys did weeding, put new plants into the garden,fresh dirt and mulch. reggie’s mom brought out drink as you all finished up, you were the first to go over for a drink, thanking her. “i should be the one thanking you! those boys would’ve been gone before i even finished asking for help! they stayed to be with you” mrs huggins said with a wink. you blush and smile shyly, the thought of them just wanting to hang out with you was nice, making you feel wanted. “i don’t know about that” you say bashfully, mrs. huggins waves a hand at you, “oh please darlin’, you are so sweet and absolutely gorgeous! of course they want to be around you!” you shrug it off and hide your grin behind your drink, fresh lemonade. you look over at the boys, oblivious still that they all like you and think you’re worth spending a day in the dirt for.
ok i saw a jealously scale thing and while i love a jelly boy i think it was a little inaccurate so here’s my kinda idea about it:
- henry: 10/10
this one stays the same as the og post i saw. he has abandonment issues and was raised to think he’s a piece of garbage. so he is very insecure and scared that you’ll leave him, making him very jealous and possessive of you.
- patrick: 3/10
now in the other post it said he was like 100000/10 but i don’t think that’s true. patrick is possessive of course, you’re his play thing and he doesn’t want others to touch you, but he thinks that you’re the lucky one, to be able to date this god of a man and if he thinks you’re real, then he has no fears of someone else taking you from him cuz they’re fake, how could they?
- vic: 7/10
i think vic’s was around 7/10 which to me makes sense. he’s a small guy and he can have an attitude which can sometimes make him difficult to be around. he really likes you and like henry is afraid of driving you away. so he keeps a close eye on you and is always nearby, never letting another man get a chance to take you from him.
- reggie: 10/10
now i’m this og post, reggie is a 1/10. he’s secure in his relationship with you. i don’t think that’s the case.
he’s a chubby boy, we all know this and that makes him insecure. all his friends are fit good looking guys and all flirts. he is handsome though as you tell him constantly but, he still gets this creeping feeling, that you’ll wake up one day and find him repulsive and leave him for one of his “better looking friends” that makes his a little hot headed and possessive. when you’re joking around with one of the other boys, he sees it as flirting, which usually leads to a fight. most of the time you can talk through it though as since he’s been seeing you, he’s gotten better as communicating his feelings to you.
- this connects back to my movie “blurb”
- having the movie night and it’s storming real bad. you’re in patrick’s basement and while watching his chosen movie “the omen” the power goes out.
- he shuffles around in the dark, finds some candles and lights them
-you all sit around the small coffee table and decide to tell scary stories to pass the time
-patrick of course had other “ideas” wink wink nudge nudge but he was quickly smacked upside the head
- after a while of telling scary stories and the boys scaring the bejesus out of you (jerks) the power comes back on, but the weather is still bad.
-mrs. hockstetter calls down to all of you in the basement to ask if you’d like to stay the night as it’s “not safe what so ever”
- you all agree and head into the kitchen to call your parents- minus henry
-you all start to get ready to go set up makeshift beds in the basement when mrs. hockstetter stops you, saying you can sleep in avery’s room and he’ll stay with her as mr. hockstetter was on a business trip
-you go to tell her it’s fine but she insists and says she doesn’t need more babies made in her house
-so you follow her to the younger hockstetter’s room, avery follows and grabs his favourite stuffy before saying goodnight to you and running out
-mrs. hockstetter makes a point of telling you to lock the door so the boys don’t come in and says goodnight
-you sigh and crawl into the little twin bed and turn on the lamp on his bedside table
-meanwhile, in the basement, henry and pat got the couches and vic and reg got the floor (poor babies)
-reg was out like a light, snoring so loudly it could shake the house
-the rest of the boys couldn’t sleep
-henry gets up to you see you and patrick asks where the fuck he’s going
-“i’m going to take a wizz! fuck off” henry said
-he creeps upstairs and goes towards the room you’re staying in and lightly knocks on the door
-he hears a soft whisper, “who is it?”
-“it’s henry” he reply’s back just as quiet
-the lock turns and the door whips open and henry is pulled into the room and the door was quietly shut again, the lock stays unturned
-you ask henry what he needs and he says he can’t sleep cuz belch is snoring like a pig so he came you see if he could sleep with you
-you giggle and say yes, glad he came up cuz you also couldn’t sleep, and knew you’d sleep better with someone in the room with you
-you both go over to the twin sized bed and squeeze in. you’re both squished next to each other but you don’t mind
-few minutes pass, you and henry are chattering a bit as you try to let sleep take over you, talking about the day and telling inside jokes
-suddenly the door opens. you think it’s mrs. hockstetter, she heard you let henry in and you’re in trouble but it’s much worse. it’s patrick
-he asks what the fuck you two are doing and if you’re sleeping together
-you shush him a little and say no, that you both couldn’t sleep and that was that
-patrick says it’s not fair henry gets to sleep with you and he wants to as well
-you say that the bed is way too small for all three of you so he says you’ll sleep in his room
-you all creep across the hall to patrick’s room and vic shows up asking what you’re doing
-“were going to bed” you whisper
-“i’m coming too” he whispers back, “belch is gonna burst my goddamn eardrum”
-giggles start to bubble out of you and you try to be quiet. you’re tired and you need to go to bed
-you all climb into patrick’s bed, it’s a queen but it’s not comfy
-the four of you are clambering around, vic is complaining and so is henry. you finally have enough, you get vic to cross the hall with you and you grab avery’s bed and quietly bring it into patrick’s room and set it on the floor
-you grab the pillows and blankets too and then close the door and you go to sit on the twin bed
- henry and pat start to stop you, “no hey! you’re up here with us” henry whisper-yells
-you roll your eyes and give vic the blanket and pillow before hopping into patrick’s bed and squeezing inbetween them, “there. happy?” you say, though you didn’t really care where you slept
-as you all really settle in for the night you can’t help but voice that you feel bad you all ditched reggie
-the boys all say he’ll live and he deserves to sleep along with how loud his pig nose is
-you smack them for saying that and then sigh amd say “fine. g’night” and you all fall into a slumber, rain pitter pattering on the window
-early in the morning reggie woke up and saw all the boys missing and made his way upstairs to find you all asleep in pats room. he frowns and steps in closing the door.
-he steps over vic, who rolled off the twin bed in the night and lays on it himself and falls back asleep. he snores again but it’s much lighter and less disturbing
-later in the morning, mrs. hockstetter and avery wake up and go to make some breakfast. she walks by avery’s room and sees the door ajar. she peaks her head in and sees his bed missing. she turns and goes to patrick’s room opening the door and what a sight.
-in the twin bed reggie is sprawled out, next to him on the floor with just his legs on the bed is vic. on the queen bed, henry is half off the bed and patrick is squished into the wall and you, a great big star fish in the middle of the bed, your limbs sprawled over both the boys.
-mrs.hockstetter tries not to laugh and goes and gets her camera and takes a photo of all of them. she chuckles and shakes her head. how silly of her to try and keep them apart
a plot i tend to put into my henry x reader more or my bowers gang x reader is henry seeking comfort with you. i don’t think i’ve written about this yet in here?
so one night, after a particularly bad beating, henry runs to your house. he remembers you saying one time that you never lock the outside basement door so he got into your house through there.
he walks up the basement stairs as quietly as he can and all the way up the main stairs to your room. he’s not sure if he should wake you up or not, but he decides he needs to, he needs you. he shakes your shoulder, whispering your name, his voice a little shaky and desperate. you blink awake and sit up in a split second and turn on your bedside lamp. you blink as your eyes adjust and then lay on henry. you ask him what he’s doing in your house, and if he’s okay.
he starts sniffling and then let’s put a quiet sob. you get him to sit down and notice some blood seeping through the back of his shirt, you don’t say anything, you know what it’s from and you know he doesn’t want to talk. you can help him in the morning. for now you take his shoes off for him and then get him to slide into bed. you turn off the lamp and slide in too.
you ask him to come here and he immediately turns and wraps his arms around you, crying softly into your shoulder. you pet his head softly as you hold him. he eventually falls asleep and so do you, peacefully holding each other. you are his safe haven.
of course, in the morning he’ll threaten to gut you if you tell anybody. you didn’t plan on it and tell him that. you then tell him if he ever wants to, he’s always welcome in your home. he scoffs and turns away from you, going to leave and then stops at the door and says thanks. you grin softly, you know that was hard for him to say. he leaves, but he’ll be back soon.
he starts staying over so much he has his own drawer in your dresser, he has a toothbrush on your bathroom counter and shampoo and body wash in your shower. he eats dinner with your family almost every night. your parents never asked or minded why he stayed, they had a pretty good guess to why, they’ve met butch bowers a handful of time.
henry learns to help around the house, he’s grateful to be welcomed in and you tell him that’s a good way to show it. and he really likes hanging out with your dad. your dad doesn’t drink except for the occasional bourbon, and is a nice quiet man and doesn’t lose his temper often and is very understanding. he takes henry under his wing a bit. (showing him what a real man is)
the biggest realization henry had when he realized he shouldn’t be treated the way he was by his father, was when he accidentally knocked over a glass of water at dinner one night. it shattered on the ground, henry immediately tensed up, muttering an apology and moving to get it, keeping his head down. your parents brushed it off saying it was okay, your dad jumped a little bit telling henry not to touch the glass. it scared henry and all he said was “sir?” your dad explained that he didn’t want henry to cut his hands and asked you to go grab the dust pan and vacuum. you did and started cleaning up the glass for your friend. he tried to let you do it but you said it was fine, you’ve broken your fair share of dish ware and we’re an “expert” at cleaning it up. your dad went into a story of how you tried to cook a frozen muffin in the microwave and put it in for so long you burned not only the muffin, but also the plate which shattered and left the house smelling like a burnt muffin for a week. looking back at that moment made him laugh as he also explained that it only happened when you were 14.
henry relaxed a bit after that, knowing they weren’t mad. but he was still waiting for the switch to flip, for your mom or dad to rage out, smack him and kick him out of the house, but it never came. after you tidied up the glass you got him a new one and sat down to finish your dinner.
after everyone was done, henry cleaned up the table, put away the leftovers and helped you grab dessert. your parents thanked him multiple times to which he kept replying, “it’s the least i can do”, that night when he went to bed (your parents moved him into the guest room but he would still sneak into your room every other night) he made the point to hug you tight as you went to say goodnight. you weren’t expecting it, but gladly accepted. you asked what it was for, not that you weren’t happy to hug your friend, and tells you he loves you and he’s glad he met you. you’re shocked at his words, tears well up in your eyes and you hug him tighter. he doesn’t say it out loud but, you saved him.
-okay little angst moment! idk if this has already been written? if it was it’s long since been deleted so…
-POV: you’re patrick’s girlfriend
-so it’s the whole plot of IT. the only difference is that you’re in the story.
-after patrick “goes missing” you’re in spiralling depression. the love of your life is gone
-you still hang with the boys as they’re your best friends too, though you don’t bully kids
-you grew closer with henry, being each others rocks.
-one day you’re walking down the street and you see the losers club walking down the street, freaking out. you keep walking past until you hear eddie start to freak out, “the clown! i saw him at the creepy old house in neibolt” you freeze. you saw that clown. outside your window, flicking a lighter. patrick’s lighter
-you go up to them and ask them what they know about the clown. theyre reluctant at first, afraid the rest of the bowers gang are near. you tell them they’re not and you all walk to the park and they explain what they saw.
-you tell them if they ever need your help with IT. you would be there. but the first time they would need you, you weren’t there.
-bev calls you one summer afternoon and you rush to her house. she tells you all that happened at the house. richie, eddie and bill went in. ben, stan and her stayed out. eddie fell through the ceiling and broke his arm, she stabbed the clown in the face with a iron spike, it almost tore ben apart with said spike, but they hurt IT. because they were together.
-you don’t hear much about them after that and you stick with your gang.
-later in the summer you get a call from bill. beverly was taken. you’re pissed. it’s time to get your revenge and kill this fucking clown. you know he took patrick.
-you meet the losers club at neibolt and they tell you the plan. you make your way down to the well, the kids start climbing down. you’re helping mike when henry comes out and tries to kill him.
-“henry!” you scream, “stop! what are you doing” you’re petrified, why is he doing this?
-“i have to! i have to kill them all! kill. you. all.” he said, deranged.
-“what do you mean henry?” you ask shakily, hoping to distract him so like can get away.
-henry suddenly softens, the slightest. it’s you. his sweet y/n. “don’t worry y/n. you’ll be with them again. hockstetter. vic. belch. you can be with them. float. with them. you’ll float too! You’ll float too! hahaha!” like he flipped a switch he’s back to the lunatic version that came in and starts running for you.
-you tackle him, and knock the knife out of his hand. he growls and grabs you, flipping you over and he’s on top of you. you kick him off and start crawling backwards, your hand lands on a brick. henry jumps for you and when he does, you swing. you hit him with the brick and it knocks him out.
- you’re panting and close to tears and mike asks if you’re okay. you shake your head, but say it’s fine.
-you find some extra rope and tie henry to a post. you’ll come back for him. as you walk back to the well, you pick up henry’s knife, god knows you’ll need it.
-you get down into the sewers where stan (was a dumbass and wandered off by himself??!! how is that bills fault? really??) was attacked.
-as you keep walking you think about henry’s words. he mentioned reggie and vic? they can’t be dead. you just saw them that morning. you get to the place where bev is being held. IT’s nest.
-bev is floating. they get her down and ben kisses her and then sweet little georgie comes out and bill shoots him and he freaks out.
as the battle insues and they’re trying to fight the clown and he’s holding bill hostage, he morphs again. into patrick. you’re patrick.
“come on doll. look at the stupid kid, he’s not worth it. let me have my fun with him and then i’ll be all yours k? take the little losers for ice cream or something and i’ll meet up with you later” “patrick” chuckles with a sly smile, but there’s a sinister look in his eyes
-your eyes well up with tears as you see him. the last time you’ll see him and it’s not even really him. “stop it! you stupid clown!” you cry.
-he growls and turns back into pennywise frowning, then he says his big ol thing about growing old and dying to the weeds yadayada
-richie then says his thing, “welcome to the losers club asshole!” and fighting begins again
-the kids are all swinging and taking hits and he’s trying to scare them but it’s not working. he goes after you and you just stand there staring. “i’m not scared of you, you stupid, stupid clown. you made a big mistake killing patrick. i’m going to kill you” you say, malice and determination in your voice.
-pennywise giggles, “oh? let’s see it then” but you know, he’s scared.
-you pull out henry’s knife and stab the clown in the eye. over and over again. he starts wailing and he throws you away from him. you slam into his junk pile and the kids keep hitting and hitting until he’s gone. whispering one final, “fear” and dropping into nothingness.
-when you get out, henry is dazed, he sees you, alive and starts weeping, “i’m so sorry! i’m sorry! i k-killed them! he made me!” he’s sobbing, “they’re with amy! i’m sorry!”
-you hear beverly call you, and you tell henry you’ll be right back and run up and out of the house.
-all the losers look at you, and bev shakily points towards the blue trans am across the street.
-you run towards it and then stop right in front, drop to your knees, and scream.
-you’re best friends, reggie and vic. sitting in reggie’s blue trans am “amy”, throats slit, blood down their necks, eyes staring, vacant and glassy.
-you lean over and vomit. the sight is so sickening. they’re dead. they’re all dead.
-you turn away from the car and go back inside the house, ignoring the losers as they call for you, saying not to do anything rash, you tell them to go home, they need to be far from henry. he’s still dangerous, but you can handle him.
-you walk into the basement, back to henry.
-“why?” your voice croaks, “why them?!” you yell out
-henry’s sobbing, still tied to the post, “i had to! he made me! he made me! my dad! and them! i had to…” he shouts and then trails off, tears running down his face, staring at nothing.
-you’re shocked. he killed his dad. he killed his dad and then he killed your best friends.
-“you can’t be mad y/n please! you’re all i have left please!” he suddenly cries out, writhing against the ropes.
-you start to cry harder and again, fall to your knees, next to henry, and hug him. he’s all you have left, you can’t leave him.
-you untie him and help him up, he’s still shaking. and you take him out to the car, “we’re getting rid of these bodies and then we’re getting out of here okay? we’re going to get you out of here” you say to him. he just nods, broken.
-you instruct him to grab reggie and you two carry him into neibolt, down to the basement, and throw him down the well. then you do the same with victor.
-you go back to the car and get in and drive to your house. you have a stash of money you’ve been saving. you run in quick and grab it, and any other essentials you can think of and you’re back out to the car.
-you look at henry, and tell him everything’s gonna be okay. you have each other, thats all that you need. and you drive out of derry, leaving it all behind.
(k note: i don’t like sad stuff so as i wrote this obviously it had a bittersweet ending but still kinda happy whatever. really the plot is, if i don’t go into detail, y/n losing her entire friend group and then going ape shit crazy on the clown. she’s not scared, just vengeful. so that’s basically what i wanted but i wrote something else???? it’s different trying to add details i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
-i’m reading the book rn and YALL WANNA KNOW WHAT HENRY SMELLS LIKE? also he was held back a grade L
-henry and i quote, “had an oder of sweat and juicy-fruit gum that always hung about him.”
-WHAT!!! and why is it literally perfect and make so much sense
-meeting plot:
you’re walking down the street and get stopped by some creep and he’s trying to chat you up and you try and quickly get out of the situation and walk away. the man follows you, and then after a while starts calling out to you and getting closer. you start running and he starts chasing you. you found a corner and go to cross the street. as you’re running across the street you almost get hit by a car. they go into a screeching halt and you slammed your hands on the hood of the car. you look at the driver, and then the car, and then back to the driver. it’s belch huggins… and the bowers gang. you call out amd say a quick and meek “sorry”, you’re out of breath and panting. henry calls out and asks if you wanna come for a ride. you pause to think for second. creepy man or bowers gang? you glance to your right and see the man coming around the corner. “bowers gang it is” you think. you round to the passenger side where henry is quickly, pull open the door, jump into his lap, and quickly close the door. belch puts the car into gear to start driving just as the man gets to the cross walk. you make eye contact with him and shrink into henry a bit. all the boys notice him. belch takes a quick glance at you, seeing your discomfort, you’re shaking slightly. he looks back at the man and sees that he’s walking around to the passengers side of the car. belch peels out, almost hitting the man. patrick whoops and laughs, vic calls out a fuck you to the man, whose now laying and panting on the side of the road, clutching his chest. you sigh in relief, glad to be away from him. you thank the boys, mainly belch, for the ride and relax a bit. realizing you just jumped into henry bowers lap to get away from that creep, you turn and quickly apologize, and say you can hop into the back, so you’re not crushing him. he chuckles and says that you’re perfectly fine right where you are. you blush and turn away. you try to get belch to drop you off, you could walk home now, they all say no, you’re hanging out with them. you comply, not wanting to get on the bad side of the scariest guys in town. you didn’t realize then what you’d be getting into.
henry: (lazily, not really serious, but annoyed) i’m gonna beat the shit outta you if you don’t stop
y/n: (not caring, completely unserious) well i’m gonna kiss you so hard that it’ll leave you breathless and wanting more
henry:
the boys:
henry: y/n what the fuck
this plot the boys bully y/n, but they end up saving her from some creeps and then there’s this like weird friends one day and bullies the next thing going on and then henry and y/n start to like each other and date in secret. patrick here’s a rumour that you turned a guy down because you have a crush but you deny it saying you didn’t want to hurt the guys feelings. vic and you bond over comic books so one saturday, you and him hang out, going to a comic book store. he asks you if you do have a crush, you say yes but you won’t tell him who. he wants to make a bet, 50 bucks says he can guess your crush by friday. you agree and set turns, he can have five guesses today and only 2 a day til friday, and he can’t tell the other boys about it or the bets off. he agrees and says he wants a hint about the crush so you tell him a nickname that you think fits your crush perfectly, “chihuahua”.
vic looks confused and then starts laughing, “chihuahua? why?” he asks chuckling,
“if you guess my crush you’ll get why”
idk if i already wrote this but we all know henry doesn’t talk about his feelings. but whenever you guys are together, he has a habit of tapping you three times. either when his hand is on your thigh, or he’s holding your hand, he taps three times. his way of saying “i love you”
tap tap tap.
so you have this guy at school who won’t leave you alone. he’s always asking you out, you always find a nice way to say no, always having an excuse as to why you can’t. one day he’s practically chasing you down the hall, trying to ask you out again. you turn a corner and see the bowers gang. you were in a survival mode trying to figure out how you can escape this nerdy teen predator, and walk up to the bowers gang. “henry! there you are!” you say cheerfully, he looks at you confused, you guys have maybe said one word to each other in your entire time in high school. you hear your name being called out again by your “admirer” and you don’t give henry any time to respond as you grab his shirt and pull him towards you, smashing your lips against his. he makes a surprised sound but doesn’t pull away, he sets his hands on your hips and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, you open your mouth and let him in, his tongue gliding along yours, it feels good. you hear a sound that sounds like a mix between a cough and someone choking, then a quiet “i ask you later” followed by someone running off.
he left! you got that creep to leave you alone! you break the kiss with henry, both of you slightly panting, he looks dazed, still confused and cocky, cause of course any girl would want to kiss him, he’s henry bowers, but before he can say anything and before the boys can say anything cuz they’re just as confused and in awe that you just did that, you just smile at henry, “thanks bowers! see you in class” you say, giddy, half from surviving almost being backed into a corner, again and half from kissing henry. he’s not a bad kisser, if you do say so yourself, and you do. you take off back down the hall the way you came and disappear around the corner.
the boys all stand there not knowing what happened, and patrick is the first one to say something, patting henry on the back, “way to go bowers! that chick was hot as fuck! how long have you been banging her?” he says, laughing. henry rolls his eyes and then smirks as he turns to patrick, “i’ve never talked to that girl in my life” he chuckles as the boys all again, stare in awe. henry turns back and looks in the direction you left in, and he knew that wasn’t going to be the last time he kissed you.
another thing with the fake dating trope.
henry really starts to like being the protector, he likes the feeling of being needed by someone, not feared. he likes it cuz he needs you as much as you need him, so he knows you won’t ever leave him, as long as you need him.
incorrect quote:
henry: Can you eat like a lady? are you capable of that?
y/n: Do you want me to eat like a lady? Or show you how much I can fit in my mouth?;) *takes a huge bite of a burger*
henry:
other characters that are apart of the bowers gang:
-Peter Gordon: A rich kid who joins bowers’ gang to boost his reputation
-Steve “Moose” Sadler: A big strong kid
-Gard Jagermeyer: So stupid they didn’t even bother to send him to summer school
one night you’re walking home from the library and these men start harassing you, you get scared and run from them. it starts pouring rain and you can hear them calling after you, they’re following you. you turn a corner and run into someone. you slammed on to him causing you both to let out an “oof” sound, and he grabs you by the shoulders. you let out a scream and try to get out of his grip, you don’t see who it is, it’s dark and your eyes are blurry from the rain. the man holding you hostage speaks up, “hey hey woah, what’s the matter y/n? it’s just me” the man says in a worried tone,but to you it sounds more amused than worried. patrick hockstetter. you stop thrashing and let out a sigh of relief and wrap your arms around his waist hugging him. he pats your back before pulling back from the hug, holding your shoulders again as he leans down a bit to look you in the eyes, “what’s the matter? you seem really freaked?” he asks concerned. you burst into tears, “these guys started harassing me and asking me to hang out with them and i didn’t want to and i ran and i think they’re chasing me” you cry, you’re shaking now, from fear and from being cold, you’re soaking wet at this point, the rain is coming down harder. “hey, it’s okay. you’re with me now, i won’t let anything happen to ya. come on, my house is around the corner” patrick says wrapping his arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards his house. you don’t say anything, just sniffle and let him take you. when you get to his house you both quietly enter, his family is well asleep by now. he grabs your hand and leads you down to the basement, where his bedroom is. “let me grab you some dry clothes” he says, he’s being awfully nice you think, very unlike patrick. while he’s distracted you take the chance to look at him, his clothes are soaked and weighing down on him, showing off how lanky he really is, his dark wet locks are dripping water onto his face, rolling down down his cheekbones, he looks pretty. you’ve never really looked at him like that before. maybe because he’s not being patrick, he’s someone else, gentler. you don’t know how long it will last but you’ll enjoy it while it does. he digs through his dresser and finds a shirt and pj pants, and walks over to you and hands them to you, “thank you” you say quietly, he smirks slightly, staring at you. he had a look in his eye, a patrick look, but nothing bad comes of it, like he’s holding back, “you can change in there” he says, pointing to a door, you assume is a bathroom, he never takes his eyes off you as you walk in and close the door. you quickly change and immediately feel warmer. you take your wet clothes and exit the bathroom, “where should i put these?” you ask, softly, “i throw them in the dryer for you” he says and grabs the wet clothes from your hands, “thank you” you say again. he doesn’t say anything and goes to put them in the laundry room around the corner. while you wait you take a look around his room, his bed has black sheets and is tucked into the corner, he’s got animal skulls and teeth and an assortment of bones littered across his dresser, side table and desk. rock and heavy metal band posters on the wall, as well as a bay watch poster, you giggle at that one. boys. patrick comes back into his room, his clothes now changed and he stops in front of you, and you just stare at each other for a second. “you okay now?” he asks, you nod, then yawn, “yeah m’just tired” you say through the yawn. you miss it but patrick gets a grin on his face and a glint in his eye but it’s gone in a flash as he puts on a gentle, concerned face, “let’s head to bed then yeah? it’s been a long night” he says putting his hand on the small of your back and guiding you towards his bed. you’re too tired to think straight at this point, so you let him guide you to the bed, and you crawl in tucking yourself into the corner, he slides in after you. you both get comfortable and lay facing each other, space in between you, “thank you for saving me” you whisper softly, sleep starting to take over,
“no problem. i couldn’t just leave you there, you looked so cute and small like a little bunny, you poor thing” he chuckled a little, his tone mocking, but you don’t notice it, “you think i’m cute?” you say, your tone jesting, but eyes are closed, your breathing evening out, you fall asleep. patrick grins as he stares at you, saying one final thing, you don’t hear, “yeah. very cute, and all mine” he whispered the last part, then grabs your waist and pulls you against him, you snuggle in deeper and he slowly falls asleep, holding you in his arms. you don’t realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.
the next morning you wake up to a car horn honking. you jolt awake, your head was on patrick’s chest, you feel his arms around your waist and you look down to see him asleep, “he looks peaceful, like an angel.” you snort at the thought. a fallen angel maybe. you then hear patrick’s mother call down to him, “patrick darling, the boys are here, it’s time for school!” she shouts down, he groans, rolling over, pulling you with him, he lays on top of you nuzzling his nose into your neck. you yelped as he did so. you try and shuffle away but he just holds you tighter and you feel him smirk against your neck. you sigh and roll your eyes, “patrick we have to get up, get off me! we have school! what time is it anyway?” you ask while trying to shove him off of you, looking around for a clock. all of a sudden he lets you go and you fling out of the bed with a yelp, “ow! what the fuck dude!” you say rubbing your head that you hit on the floor. he lets out a muffled chuckle, his face in his pillow. you stand up and glance at his desk, there’s a clock! it reads 7:45am. you freeze, “shit! we’ve got like 15 minutes we gotta go come on!” you say in a panic, patrick rolls over on to his back and stretches out, “shut the fuck up. it’s way to early for this shit, comere” he says reaching for you. you dodge his grabby hands and go into the laundry room to grab your clothes, “no! get up! we’re going to be late! please?” you say, you open the dryer and lean in to grab your clothes.
they’re still wet.
you run back into patrick’s room and shake him, “patrick! my clothes are still wet! did you put the dryer on?” you’re whisper yelling, you don’t want his mom to know you’re there. he finally gets up, leaning on his elbow and he looks up at you, he’s got a look in his eye, but you don’t see it, he smirks a little, “the power must have gone out bunny. don’t worry, you can borrow some of my clothes” he yawns at the end of the sentence and sits of stretching. he stands and walks into the bathroom shutting the door. you let out a puff of air and go into his closet, you find a pair of baggy ripped jeans and then in his dresser you find a pale yellow and bright red ringed shirt with a screaming cat face on it. cool. you quickly put that stuff on before he comes out of the bathroom. he walks out and grabs some random clothes off the ground and starts to change, then stops and looks at you, “um, a little privacy bunny?” he says and makes a spinning motion with his hand, you blush, “oh! right sorry. um do you have a spare toothbrush i can borrow?” you ask as you turn around facing away from him, you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he says “just use mine” you tense a little, “ew! no way that’s so gross! we can’t share a toothbrush” you say, your voice rising a little, “ suit yourself. guess you’ll just have gross morning breath at school.” he says, you can hear the buckle of his belt clinking. you think for a moment, then sigh and walk over to the bathroom, “you don’t have any diseases right?” you ask as you pick up the toothbrush, you glance over at him, he’s now dressed and leaning against the door frame, “a disease? like what sweetheart?” he smirks tilting his head, you stare at him, “rabies.” you say bluntly, his eyes light up a little, and he smiles, his little weirdo smile and he licks his lips, “i might. wanna find out?” you roll your eyes, put toothpaste on the brush and stare at it, “ugh. whatever” you say and jam the toothbrush into your mouth. you quickly brush your teeth, then turn to patrick and stick the toothbrush into his hand, “there you go. your turn. be quick” you say and then rush into his room to get your hopefully dry shoes. you grab them and sit at the foot of his bed, they’re damp but nothing you can’t deal with. you put them on and then scan the room for your backpack. you find it sitting at the bottom of the stairs. right as you grab it he walks out. “okay let’s go!” you say pointing towards the stairs, bouncing on your toes. he rolls his eyes at you, grabbing his lighter off his desk, and a pencil off the floor, he gestures towards the stairs, you run up and quickly out the front door before his mom sees you. you hear her call out to him, “have a good day honey!” he slams the door shut.
you both walk towards the blue trans am. in the blue trans am, vic is the first to see you.
“holy shit” vic says, “look” he starts laughing.
“what?” henry says sharply and looks out his window. it’s you, sweet y/n, wearing hockstetter’s clothes and walking towards amy. “what the fuck?” henry says, belch chuckles “that fucking dog”
pat nods at the boys and you smile at them, patrick helps you slide into the car before hopping in himself. you’re sat inbetween vic and pat, “morning” you say letting out a yawn, “morning y/n” belch says, looking at you through the rear view mirror with a smile.
“are we fucking going or what?” henry says snippy, belch glances at him and nods, putting the gear in to drive and pulling out onto the road driving you to school. you lean your head on patrick’s shoulder and close your eyes. patrick looks down at you and smiles ever so slightly. his little bunny, he wonders if you might be real. probably not, but you’ll be a lot of fun to play with.
there’s this really old tumblr post about someone talking about solipsism with their friend and they said to their friend, “if everything around me is all my imagination, then you’re the best thing i’ve come up with” and in a version where patrick isn’t a psycho killer fafafa that would be a really cute thing for him to say
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I'm at that point in my 20s where I'm beginning to reassess my standpoint as a fanfic writer (shocking!) and for half of my teenage years, my unhealthy access of smut (called lemons at the time) were... You know... Shameful. I am wrapped in shame every time I remember the fact that I read badly written smut from Wattpad and Quotev at age 13 and thought that was the Citizen Kane of Internet Literature. By 14, I began drafting such fantasies while being a loser in my bedroom who had never even had sex yet. It was quite the experience to hide that part of my life while still going to church with my very religious parents. By that time, I also began to explore my gender and sexuality.
However, with my newfound acceptance with my own gender expression (I love being a she/they who wears binders on some days and freeing the nipple on other days!) as well as my sexuality (These fictional men are throwing me off but I'm mostly into girls!) it has been the craziest learning experience to understand that the shame I felt with anything sex-related was just because of, well, Catholicism! I left the church 4 years ago and while I still have some of that Catholic guilt lingering as an annoying side effect, I've mostly been proud of the way I have deleted the stigma of sex in my brain. I'm a person with needs. I use all sorts of protection because I feel safe that way. Research is important to make myself feel good. And most importantly, you know what? Smut is one of the greatest girlhood clubs we have ever created in the fanfic community! If the kinks you have are not my kinks? Then I'll politely scroll away. If this very specific thing that a character said really shook my nervous system for a whole week? Then I'll reblog it with my own insane commentary on the tags because I have the tendency to be mysterious with the things I like but I ALSO like to yap about the things that I like. That's the beauty of this little club. I'm in my 20s while swimming through the oceans of fanfic veterans who paved the way from fanfiction dot net, the gen z losers who also found solace in wattpad and quotev, the blurb/oneshot obsessed idiots who were on tumblr around 2013 and never left... We are all here to defeat the common enemy: bot comments on ao3.
ANYWAYS! Long story short, I wanna thank the fanfic community for shaping me through Y/N's beautiful orbs and blushing cheeks. The most insane mood board outfits with the teal skirts and striped shirts, as well as the way I stutter my words, all came from the gift that keeps on giving. The evolution of this craft raised me to be the person that I am today.
And hey, if I really need to say it out loud: I might start writing the nastiest, horniest smut. I haven't published any smut publicly, and I haven't actually written smut in a while. But hey, if the fanfic vets have taught me anything, it is to just write what feels right, and if the shame hits, then those tumblr notes will be in that puddle of shame with you.
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andi!!!! mwah congrats on the milestone 🫂💕💕 perhaps a lil blurb about byler set during a dungeon crawl (or similar) in 5x01 ?? bonus points if one of them gets flustered or acts like a cringefail loser (<- mike) <3
sarah!!! thank you so much, my dear! god, this one was a little bit difficult at first, but i'm actually quite proud of it. not quite loser mike core but some good flustered and shy byler for you! stretching my s5 muscles tonight 💪🏽
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playing soldiers, just pretending
So, here’s the thing.
Mike Wheeler has written a lot of campaigns before in his life—like a lot of them. He’s been playing DnD since he was about eight or nine years old, and with the exception of this past year with the Hellfire Club, he’s almost always taken on the role of the Dungeon Master. Storytelling and writing are just two of his biggest passions, and there’s nothing more fun than watching the excitement in his best friends’ faces as the campaigns unfold.
So, as a Dungeon Master of around… six or seven years, Mike is quite familiar with the idea of a dungeon crawl. Hell, he’s written a handful of campaigns involving dungeon crawls. They’re a pain in the ass to beat, but the Party loves them.
...
In theory, dungeon crawls are great.
In practice, they are, in fact, the most terrifying things in the whole fucking world.
Honestly, Mike is still just trying to figure out how the fuck his life came to all of this—how he, of all people in the world, is somehow stuck in the middle of a war with monsters from another dimension and how his hometown of Hawkins fucking Indiana has essentially been transformed into a labyrinth full of monsters and other people just desperately trying to survive.
There’s no way that his life has come to this. Mike’s not… Mike’s not a hero by any means, and his hands still tremble every time he holds the gun he’d stolen off a dead soldier’s body. He’s just a kid; Jesus Christ, he’s not even fifteen yet.
All of this is fucking insane, and the worst part of it all is that Mike knows this is only just the beginning.
That’s what Will had warned him, right? Back in Hopper’s cabin, when the two of them were sitting on that dusty old couch and still reeling from seeing Max in the hospital. He’d warned Mike that One isn’t going to stop—not until he takes everyone.
Though Will hadn’t said it aloud, Mike had known immediately the implication of his words.
Will, with his connection to the Upside Down and to One, would be the primary target of this madness.
And just like that, everything within Mike had been dragged back to nearly two years ago, watching his best friend struggle against the eldritch horror holding him hostage. It was as if everything within Mike had been reset—as if, suddenly, he could see clearly again and had purpose again, for the first time in a long, long time.
Will needs him.
…
Will needs him.
So, to hell with the fact that Mike isn’t a hero and to hell with the fact that Mike isn’t good enough to make his girlfriend happy like she deserves and to hell with the fact that Mike honestly, really just hates himself most days.
None of those things matter.
What matters most is Will.
And that’s exactly why Mike has not left Will’s side at all over the past few days. The rest of them have gotten separated a couple different times—running around to different parts of Hawkins and trying to rescue anyone they can—but Mike has stayed firmly planted by Will’s side.
It feels comfortable.
It feels familiar.
It feels like he’s right where he belongs.
Right now, their little group, consisting of Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, Will, and Mike himself, is taking a break and camping out in the Byers’ old home. The new owners must’ve already fled, which makes the home a perfect place for all of them to hide out for now. They’ve got plans tomorrow to scope out the area—to see just how many monsters lurk in this part of Hawkins and to determine if this might be a good enough place to lay low for the time being. The Byers’ old house isn’t nearly big enough for everyone in their little group of Upside Down fighters, but right now, it might be the best they have.
Everyone else is asleep now—everyone but Mike and Will. Will really hasn’t been able to sleep, since his connection to One has been something ever present and active. He looks completely exhausted, and though he insists Mike should go to sleep, Mike’s definitely not going to do that.
No way in hell.
“You’re so damn stubborn,” Will sighs, pulling his knees up to his chest and looking over at Mike. They’re in what used to be his old bedroom, and it looks different, just like the two of them do.
This place… it holds so many different memories, and so much has changed. But at the end of the day, it still feels so familiar.
And for some reason, it still feels a bit like home.
“You’ve known me for almost ten years,” Mike points out. “This shouldn’t be a surprise to you.”
A ghost of a smile forms on Will’s face, and he shakes his head. “It’s not,” he admits. “It’s just a little annoying sometimes.”
“A little annoying is just part of my charm,” Mike jokes, and much to his delight, Will actually laughs.
(It’s a nice sound, and God… Mike didn’t realize how much he missed hearing that.)
“Damn right.” Will grins back at him, and Mike’s jaw drops open.
“Okay, rude,” he protests, picking up the closest object—somebody’s old shoe—and chucking it at his best friend. “You didn’t have to agree with me!”
Will catches the shoe easily, and he laughs again, smiling brightly at Mike. “I mean, you said it, not me,” he teases. “Can’t blame me for agreeing with you.”
Mike just sticks his tongue out at his best friend. “I can’t believe the world’s ending, and you’re making fun of me. What the hell, Will?”
“The world’s ending,” Will echoes. “That means we’ve gotta say what we actually mean, right?”
It’s a joke.
It is. It’s a joke, and Mike knows it.
But still, the words feel like a punch in the gut.
We’ve gotta say what we actually mean.
Funny Will would say that… because Mike hasn’t said what he actually means in what feels like years.
“Yeah,” Mike says quietly, staring down at his dirty Converse. “Yeah… you’re right.”
(Of course, Will is right. Will’s always right, and Will always seems to know what to say to make Mike feel better or to encourage Mike to do the right thing. It’s just that… right now, Mike doesn’t want to listen to Will’s advice.
Because listening to Will’s advice would mean confronting a whole mess of things that Mike isn’t ready for. And look… the world might be ending, but Mike can’t deal with that yet. He just can’t.)
“Sorry,” Will says suddenly, and Mike looks up in surprise. There’s a guilty look on his best friend’s face. “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“No, no, don’t apologize,” Mike reassures. Seriously, he needs to have a conversation with Will about apologizing for things he’s not responsible for. God knows Will always takes the blame on himself. “You… you didn’t do anything wrong, Will. Honestly.”
He pauses here, then glances down at his shoes again. “Do you… do you remember when we were talking in the desert?” Mike asks quietly. “After we buried Unknown Secret Agent Man. And you said… sometimes, it’s scary… to say how you really feel.”
Will’s breath hitches. He’s quiet for a moment, but then, he murmurs, “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“I, um… I think I get it,” Mike admits, still unable to look up at his best friend. “I get what you were saying, you know? And… sometimes, I get scared to say how I really feel too… even though the world is ending. Especially since the world is ending.”
The words are as close as he’s been to honest in a long, long time. That fact brings Mike a little bit of comfort.
“Well… I guess we’ll just have to hope the world doesn’t end,” Will says softly, and Mike finally looks up, meeting his best friend’s eyes. There’s a sad smile on his face, and Will looks so small like this, with his knees pulled up to his chest and his face illuminated by the dim moonlight. “Maybe by then we’ll be brave enough to say what we really mean.”
There’s… something in his voice… something that Mike can’t quite put his finger on. For some reason, Mike’s stomach does an uncomfortable little somersault, and he finds himself unable to look away from Will.
(Will… he looks really nice tonight. Not that… not it matters.)
“Yeah,” Mike finally says, his voice just as soft, and he offers Will a small, sad smile. “Yeah, maybe we will be.”
(For his sake and for Will’s, Mike hopes that the two of them are right.)
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@sarahisslytherin
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Blurbs, Mood Boards, Playlists
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Fluff, Banter
Won’t Write: Dark!Fic
SFW/NSFW: SFW
Note: Request refusal at author discretion
@classickook
Request Type: Drabbles, Blurbs
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Fluff
Won’t Write: Dark, Taboo, Poly, SA, Drug Use, ED, SH, Kidnapping
SFW/NSFW: Both
@keeryshouse
Request Type: One Shots, Fics
Will Write: Steve, Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write: Sad Endings
SFW/NSFW: Both
@seolaseoul
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Blurbs
Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write: Smut, Dark, Triggers
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@foreverrogers
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Head Canons, Blurbs
Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write: Dark, Non-Con, Dub-Con, RPF
SFW/NSFW: Both
@delicrieux
Request Type: Drabbles
Will Write: Angst, Fluff
Won’t Write: SA, SH, Age-gap,
SFW/NSFW: Both
@yellowharrington
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Blurbs
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Fluff
Won’t Write: Cheating, Pregnancy, Kids, CNC, Triggers
SFW/NSFW: Both
@ssweetleaf
Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Open to Others, Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write: SA, Pregnancy, Underage
SFW/NSFW: NSFW
Note: x reader content only
@s1ater
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Mini Series, Head Canons, Blurbs, Mood Boards
Will Write: Eddie, Preference: Steve, Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW:Both
@plus-size-reader
Request Type: Fics, Head Canons
Will Write: All Character, Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: SFW mostly, open to NSFW
@wildieflower
Request Type: Any
Will Write: All Characters
Won’t Write: Incest, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@1986harrington
Request Type: One-Shots, Drabbles
Will Write: Steve x Reader
Won’t Write: Pregnancy
SFW/NSFW: Both
@givemearock
Request Type: Drabbles, One-Shots, Headcanons
Will Write: The Older Teens, The Party, Hellfire Club, Fluff, Angst, Ships
Won’t Write: NSFW,BSFW, Underage, Taboo, Incest, Illegal Ships
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@stranger-than-fictionn
Request Type: One Shots, Fics, Mini Series, Preferences
Will Write: Fluff, Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Argyle, Jonathan, Hopper, Joyce?, Billy?
Won’t Write: Non Con, Fluid Play, Non Canon Deaths,
SFW/NSFW:Both
Note: NSFW Requests 18+ Only
@runawaymunson
Fic Concepts Only
@sharpsapphic666
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Head Canon
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Robin
Won’t Write: Major Angst
SFW/NSFW: NSFW Mostly
@perksofbeingpayton
Request Type: Any
Will Write: All Characters, Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write: Underage
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: Fluff only for younger characters
@hawkins-losers
Request Type: One-Shots, Blurbs
Will Write: Fluff, Angst, Robin, Eddie, Billy, Steve
Won’t Write: Pregnancy, SA, Non Con, ED, Feet, Anal
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: Requests are subject to author discretion
@cierrawrites
Request Type: Any
Will Write: All Characters
Won’t Write: Fluid Play, Underage, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@thatonegirlwhowrites
Request Type:Drabbles,One Shots,Fics,Mini Series, Head Canon, Blurbs
Will Write: Fluff, Angst,Eddie, Nancy, Steve, Robin, El, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Mike
Won’t Write: SH,
SFW/NSFW:Both
Note: SFW Only for younger characters
@wannabeschyulersister
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Mini Series, Blurbs
Will Write: Fluff, Angst, Preference: Eddie,Steve, Acceptable: Nancy,Robin,Jonathan,
Won’t Write: Triggers,
SFW/NSFW: Both
@will-on-the-internet
Request Type: Fic
Will Write: Eddie x Steve, Reader x: Eddie, Jon, Steve, Robin,
Won’t Write: Feet, Abuse, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@munsonsmuse
Request Type: Fic, Oneshot, Drabbles, Blurbs, Headcanons
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Fluff, Angst,Fitx-it, Fem!reader, GN!reader, Steamy
Won’t Write: NSFW, Dark!Fic, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: SFW
Note: Angst will always have happy ending per author's preference
@willbyers-buffbunny
Request Type: Fic, One Shots, Imagines, Headcannons
Will Write: Male!reader, FtM!Reader, Crossdressing, Poly, Non- 80s au, Hybrid au,
Won’t Write: Fem!Reader, GN!Reader, Gore, Angst, Non-Con, Age Gap.
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@familyvideostevie
Request Type:Drabbles, Blurbs, Fic Ideas
Will Write: Steve x Reader, Eddie x reader, Fluff
Won’t Write: Pregnancy, Violence, Angst
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@upsidedownwithsteve
Request Type: Drabbles, One-Shots
Will Write: Steve x Reader
Won’t Write: AU’s, pregnancy, future fics,Dub-Con, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@sinclaiirs
Request Type:One-Shots
Will Write: Mostly Steve, Some Eddie
Won’t Write: at author discretion
SFW/NSFW: Both
@hellfirexclub
Request Type: Any
Will Write: pretty much anything
Won’t Write: Non Con, Underage
SFW/NSFW:Both
@lil-stark
Request Type: All
Will Write: Soft, Rom-Com, Fluff, Steve, Eddie
Won’t Write: Violence, Gore,
SFW/NSFW:Both
@creelhousesteve
Request Type: One-Shots, Fic
Will Write: Robin, Steve,Dark!Fic
Won’t Write: SA, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@magicchai
Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles, Blurbs, Headcanons
Will Write: Fem!Reader, GN!Reader, PlusSize!Reader, Steve, Eddie, Platonic!Robin,
Won’t Write: Smut, Drug Use, Drunk
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@hellfireclubmember
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write: Steve, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Fluff
Won’t Write: SA, Abuse, Slurs, Incest, Taboo
SFW/NSFW:Both
Note: Robin x Fem!Reader Only
@maryam-444
Request Type: Any
Will Write: Fluff
Won’t Write:Male!Reader, Non-Con,
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: No more than 4 character per request
@xtrafluffyteddy
Request Type: Any
Will Write:Steve, Eddie, Steddie
Won’t Write: Non-Con, Graphic Abuse,
SFW/NSFW: Both, SFW preference
@hellfirewhores
Request Type: One Shots, Fics
Will Write:Steve, Eddie, Robin, Angst, Fluff
Won’t Write: Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@guccisweatpants
Request Type: Imagines
Will Write: Steve, Robin, Nancy, Smut, Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: Both
@constillatedchaos
Request Type: Any
Will Write:
Won’t Write: Stalking, Non-Con, Age Play
SFW/NSFW:Both
@familyvideostevie
Request Type: Drabbles, Blurbs, Fic Ideas
Will Write:Steve x Reader, Eddie x Reader, Fluff, Fem!Reader, GN!Reader,
Won’t Write: Pregnancy, Violence, Angst, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@wrenniebaby
Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles
Will Write:
Won’t Write: Billy, Chrissy x Eddie
SFW/NSFW: Both
@maladaptive-day-dreams
Request Type: Fics, Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write: Eddie, Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Of-Age Characters
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW:
Note: Request refusal at author discretion
@eddiemunscum
Request Type: Drabbles
Will Write: Fluff
Won’t Write: SA, ED
SFW/NSFW: Both
@fanatictypist
Request Type: Drabble, One-Shot
Will Write: Eddie, Argyle, Steve, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, AUs, Fluff, Some Angst
Won’t Write: Non Con, Dub Con,
SFW/NSFW: SFW, Smut requests are last priority
@steveharringtonarchives
Request Type: Fic Ideas
Will Write: Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write: Non Con, ddlg, Pedophilia, Incest, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@fanfics-i-write-in-my-spare-time
Request Type: Drabbles, Fics, One Shots
Will Write: Fluff, Most Adult Characters
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW:Both
Note:Check Masterlist for characters
@taiyothewriter
Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles
Will Write: POC!Reader, Male!Reader
Won’t Write: Billy, Dead Dove, Dark!Fic
SFW/NSFW: Both
@mytheoristavenue
Request Type: One Shots, 2k - 4k
Will Write: All Character, Fluff, Smut, Angst
Won’t Write: Jason, Billy
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: Younger characters are fluff only
@chopper-witch
Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles
Will Write: Anything, Fluff, Angst, CNC, Preference: Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie, Argyle, Jonathan
Won’t Write: Underage, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@staticfangz
Request Type: Blurbs, Drabbles
Will Write: Preference: Eddie
Won’t Write: Underage
SFW/NSFW: Both
@nostalgiaenthusiast
Request Type: Any
Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Enzo, Robin, Fluff, Smut
Won’t Write: Racism, Underage, Taboo,
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: Will not deviate from confirmed sexuality
@feverdreqmz
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write:
Won’t Write: Dark!Fic
SFW/NSFW:SFW
@jvblood
Request Type: Any
Will Write: Fluff, Angst
Won’t Write: Major Death
SFW/NSFW: Both
@danowie
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write: Anything, Fluff, Smut
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW:Both
Note: Request refusal at author discretion
@wrenniebaby
Request Type: Blurb, Headcannons
Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Fluff, Acceptable: Nancy, Robin,Steve, Jim, Angst, Smut
Won’t Write: Eddissy, Billy, Underage
SFW/NSFW: Both
@denim-mixtapes
Request Type: Fics
Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Steve, Acceptable: Robin, Nancy, Hopper
Won’t Write: Heavy Angst
SFW/NSFW: Both
@turdmongler
Request Type: One Shots, Headcannons,
Will Write: Anything
Won’t Write: Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: No Male NSFW content
@mad-elia
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Blurbs
Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Fluff, Accepted: Robin, Steve, Nancy, Argyle, Jonathan
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@pappydaddy
Request Type:Fic
Will Write:
Won’t Write: Smut
SFW/NSFW:SFW
@eyedrisaol111
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write: Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, Fluff
Won’t Write: Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@ridestomars
Request Type: Headcanons, Blurbs, Moodboards, Playlists
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Fluff
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@bxnnywriting
Request Type: All
Will Write: Eddie Munson
Won’t Write: Dub-Con
SFW/NSFW: Both
@helpwhatsthis
Request Type: All
Will Write:
Won’t Write: S.H. or S.A.
SFW/NSFW: Both
@hopefulfuturenovelauthor
Request Type: Fic, One Shot, Mini Series, Drabble, Headcanon
Will Write: Some Violence, Some Gore, Reader-Insert: Gender-Neutral, Female,Male
Won’t Write: Underage, Unwanted, Forced
SFW/NSFW: SFW Only
@eddiesmunsonss
Request Type: One-Shots
Will Write: Most Things
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: SFW Only
@0hollowpurple0
Request Type: One-Shots, Drabbles
Will Write: Most Things, Male!Reader, Gender-Neutral!Reader
Won’t Write: Fem!Reader, Hardcore Kinks
SFW/NSFW: Both
@bunnyhoney111
Request Type: All, Fic Preference
Will Write: Female!Reader, Plus-Size!Reader
Won’t Write: Male!Reader
SFW/NSFW: NSFW Preference
@mvunson
Request Type: All
Will Write: Literally Anything
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: Both
@eminems-skittles
Request Type: Drabbles/blurbs, One-Shots, Headcanons, etc.
Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Robin, Suggestive, Fluff Prerence,
Won’t Write: characters outside of listed
SFW/NSFW: SFW Only
@petertinglesforbread
Fic Ideas Only
SFW/NSFW: Both
No Requests
@sapphireplums
Request Type: All
Will Write:
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: SFW Only
@eddiemunsonssoulmate
Request Type: Fic, 1k-3k word length
Will Write: Most Things
Won’t Write: Taboo / Weird
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: has post FAQ
@where-is-francis
Request Type: All, Headcanon preference
Will Write: specific ideas, Male!reader, GenderNeutral!Reader,Poly
Won’t Write: Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: has posted rules list
@aphrogeneias
Request Type: Drabbles, One-Shots
Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Steve, Robin
Won’t Write: Dark Fic
SFW/NSFW: Both
@theoreticslut
Request Type: Fics, Drabbles, Headcanons, Moodboards
Will Write: Eddie,Steve, Nancy, Robin,Jonathan
Won’t Write: Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@boldlyvoid
Request Type: Blurbs, One-Shots and Fics upwards of 10k words
Will Write: Eddie Munson x Reader Only
Won’t Write: Blowjobs, Piss or Blood play
SFW/NSFW:Both
@anangelwhodidntfall
Request Type:Fics, Drabble, and One-shots
Will Write: Preference Eddie, Fluff
Won’t Write: NSFW
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@catonthesideoftheroad
Request Type: All
Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Steve, Nancy, and Robin
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: Both
@thefreakymunson
Request Type: All
Will Write: Open
Won’t Write: Non-Con, Abuse, Body Fluid
SFW/NSFW: Both
@vintageobx
Request Type: All
Will Write: Preference Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy
Won’t Write: NSFW, Smut
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@midnightreid
Request Type: Fic
Will Write: Eddie x Steve, Reader x: Eddie, Jon, Steve, Robin,
Won’t Write: Feet, Cheating, Abuse, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: NSFW
@will-on-the-internet
Request Type: Fic
Will Write: Steve, Jon, Eddie, Robin
Won’t Write: Feet, Cheating, Abuse, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@greengoblinswifey
Request Type: All
Will Write: Open, Stepcest
Won’t Write: Incest
SFW/NSFW: Both
@prettyboyeddiemunson
Request Type: Fics, Drabbles, One-shots
Will Write: Open
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: Both, NSFW 18+
@moonlightsolo
Request Type: All
Will Write: Mildly Suggestive
Won’t Write: NSFW, Smut
SFW/NSFW: SFW
Note: x Reader Fics only
@thestoryden
Request Type: All
Will Write: Vampires, Fantasy, Bullying, Comfort
Won’t Write: Pregnancy, Cops, Race/Ethnicity Fetish
SFW/NSFW: Both
@toomanyfictionalboyfriends
Request Type: All
Will Write: All-Characters, Canon Violence Only
Won’t Write: Incest, Pseudo-Incest, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: NSFW is 18+ Only, All-must be age appropriate/Aged-up
@inklore
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write: Anything
Won’t Write: Pregnancy, Sibling!Reader
SFW/NSFW: Both
@uselsshuman
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write: Gender Neutral!Reader, Female!Reader
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@peterthepark
Request Type: Fics, One Shots
Will Write:
Won’t Write: Triggering Content, Cheating
SFW/NSFW: Both
@riouri
Request Type: All
Will Write: Preference: Billy, Eddie, Steve, Sibling!Reader
Won’t Write: Self-Harm,Suicide
SFW/NSFW: SFW mostly
@eddiebun
Request Type: All
Will Write:
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: Both
@mggswhorificlover
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write:
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: Both
@heytherejulietx
Request Type: Fics, One Shots, Drabbles, Blurbs
Will Write: Hurt-Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Platonic, Romantic, Familial Platonic
Won’t Write: NSFW
SFW/NSFW: SFW
@mrvlbimbo
Request Type: All
Will Write:
Won’t Write: SA, SH, Sibling!Reader
SFW/NSFW: NSFW mostly
@retrofeverdreams
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Headcannons, Fics
Will Write:Fluff, Smut, Angst, Female!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader, Preference:Eddie, Steve
Won’t Write: Incest, BDSM
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: Requesters must be 18+
@two-red-lungs
Request Type: Fics, Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write: Steve x Eddie x Reader, Eddie x Fem!Reader, Steve X Fem!Reader
Won’t Write: Underage, Billy Hargrove,
SFW/NSFW: Both, NSFW preference
@heartvouge
Request Type: All
Will Write: Steve x Reader, Eddie x Reader
Won’t Write: Fluid Play, Suicide, DDLG, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
@eddiemunsonswhxre
Request Type: One Shots
Will Write: Eddie Munson, All Characters/Ships
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW: Both
@fairymunson
Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles
Will Write:
Won’t Write: Billy, Chrissy x Eddie
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: One Request per Ask
@la-duvalin
Request Type: One Shots
Will Write: Dark!Fics, Fluff Only with Angst, Eddie Munson Only, Peter Ballard Only
Won’t Write: Fluid Play, Underage,
SFW/NSFW: Both, NSFW Preference
@ladylannisterxo
Request Type:One Shots, Drabbles, Blurbs, Concepts, Headcanons
Will Write: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Eddie, Steve, Billy
Won’t Write: Underage
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: open to other character if discussed prior
@thefinalgirlpng
Request Type: All
Will Write: Steve, Eddie,
Won’t Write: Pregnant!Reader, Parent!Reader
SFW/NSFW: Both
@saintlessmunson
Request Type: Drabbles, Blurbs, One-Shots (depending)
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, AU, Dark!fic
Won’t Write: ddlg/age regression, fluid, foot fetish, pedophilia
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: Scenario preference: bartender, motel, trailer park
@maycat-19-142
Request Type: Blurb, Drabble, Head-cannons, Fics
Will Write: Comfort
Won’t Write: NSF, Yandere
SFW/NSFW:SFW
@hellfireclubofficial
Request Type: Drabbles, Blurbs
Will Write: AU, Eddie, Steve, Robin
Won’t Write:SA, Mental Health Issues, Pregnancies
SFW/NSFW:SFW, Some Suggestive
@munsonshandcuffs
Request Type:Fic
Will Write:Eddie, Hard Kinks, Soft Smut
Won’t Write:
SFW/NSFW:NSFW
@glasvera
Request Type: One Shot, Drabble, and Headcanon
Will Write: Eddie, Steve, or Robin x Fem!Reader
Won’t Write: Underage, Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
Note: Don’t request characters outside of specified
@centralperksfunds
Request Type: Fic
Will Write:Eddie x Fem!Reader, Angst
Won’t Write: Taboo, Trigger, S.H. , S.A.
SFW/NSFW: Both
@mggswhorificlover
Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots
Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan
Won’t Write: Taboo
SFW/NSFW: Both
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Rhaya Headcanons
I’m at work, bored, and the brainworms are in full force with this bean. So it’s time to blurb some random facts with him!
Fishing is an important hobby for Rhaya, be it line or net fishing. It’s not for sport, but it gives him a nostalgic joy to it, as it’s one of the last connections to his parents he remembers vividly
Coupled with the last fact, give him a frayed net and he’ll fix it. A line and he’ll have at least three knots to tie a hook to it for. He can’t teach it back worth a damn, but he just… knows.
Rhaya collects souveniers from every trip he goes on. From clothes, to instruments, weapons, knick knacks, doodads, snowglobes, ESPECIALLY snowglobes, he collects it all. His room’s a tad cluttered from it all, honestly, but they serve as physical memories for his travels.
Rhaya’s go to food is anything spicy, but he will eat just about anything without a second thought.
His favorite drinks however? Number two is coffee. The caffeine do nothing for him, but he really likes how there’s a suble taste difference depending on who brews it and where. His absolute favorite drink is Catnip Tea. For reasons.
Rhaya’s a sore loser, but not in a bad way. Since he started learning to use swords, he gets estatic at the thought of losing a duel with a more skilled opponent. It just means he get to try/learn something new and rematch them. IMMEDIATELY. He’s such a good sport about it that it’s hard for people to say no, but they ended up putting a limit on how many times he could do rematches at the dueling clubs he and his master went to.
Rhaya doesn’t hold grudges… with anything done to himself. He’s usually one to live and let live and forget the wrong people have done to him short of physical harm.
Sleights against his friends and loved ones, however, and at the least you’ll get a snarky and petty possum who will get under your skin and inconvenience you in creative ways. If he chooses violence… he’s quick and to the point on getting his pound of flesh on someone’s behalf.
Rhaya’s dense when it comes to love, both to the feelings of others and his own. But his love language tends to bleed through with spending time with someonr, displays of affection, taking an interest in their hobbies, sparring with them, and gifting souveniers. There would be a distinct difference in how he’d treat someone as opposed to his other friends.
Rhaya wouldn’t wear matching color socks.
If it wasn’t obvious, if it were modern times, Rhaya would be a ska possum. Or a ska punk possum. Some combination of it.
Cuttlefish creep Rhaya out. He can’t explain it, but his mind decided that THAT’S the one ‘nope’ thing for him.
Due to Rhaya’s… interesting situation on who raised him, certain things that seem like common sense to most seem.. weird to him. Not casting magic by stabbing people. Not eating random bugs and plants that you know are edible just because. People not cracking jokes and flirting while in danger. …Okay, the last one is understandable.
Rhaya loves puzzles. Has a love hate relationship with jigsaw puzzles, however. He tends to use the motif of missing or found pieces a lot.
Rhaya’s a tactile and visual learner. He can hear something explained to him and it may leave him within the next hour. Seeing things, writing things down, experiencing it, and experimenting helped him develop the skills that he has now.
He’s a biter. I will not elaborate.
Rhaya can be upside down for several hours with no consequences.
Whenever Rhaya gives someone a gift, it’s usually something well thought out. And may involve him shadowing someone to be sure that the gift he has planned will work. They will remember the intent, so he has to be sure to leave an impact.
Rhaya doodles in his journal to help punctuate entries.
Rhaya has an interest in the language of flowers. He can’t tell you full specifics, but he remembers a certain combination of flowers he always gets for someone. She seems to like it a lot when he delivers them.
That’s all for now. I can do more, but I might going into spoiler territory. So I’ll leave all these for now. …I really cannot wait for these sessions to be weekly.
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Bee’s Masterlist
Last Updated - 10/14/23
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Fire and Fear - Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)
Castiel
Jack Kline (Platonic)
Gabriel
Rowena Mcleod
Crowley
Benny
Andy
Multiple
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
Spencer Reid
Penelope Garcia
Derek Morgan
Emily Prentiss
Multiple
Harry Potter
Young Sirius Black
Young Remus Lupin
Young James Potter
Cedric Diggory
Hermione Granger
Neville Longbottom
Luna Lovegood
Draco Malfoy
Harry Potter
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Ron Weasley
Oliver Wood
Multiple
Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)
The Walking Dead
Rick Grimes
Daryl Dixon
Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)
Glenn Rhee
Multiple
Pirates Of The Caribbean
Jack Sparrow
Will Turner
Multiple
American Horror Story
Tate Langdon
Violet Harmon
Kit Walker
Lana Winters
Cordelia Foxx
Kyle Spencer
Misty Day
Zoe Benson
Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)
Jimmy Darling
James March
Elizabeth
Multiple
The Hobbit/LOTR
Thorin Oakenshield
Kili Durin
Fili Durin
Bofur
Bombur
Bifur
Dwalin
Balin
Oin
Gloin
Ori
Dori
Nori
Bilbo Baggins
Samwise Gamgee
Frodo
Merry
Elrond
Legolas Greenleaf
Tauriel
Multiple
HOO Books!Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
Grover Underwood
Annabeth Chase
Hazel Levesque
Jason Grace
Leo Valdez
Piper McLean
Frank Zhang
Nico Di Angelo (Platonic)
Multiple
Marvel
Tony Stark
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Wanda Maximoff
Pietro Maximoff
Thor
Loki
Jack Thompson
Peggy Carter
Daniel Sousa
Howard Stark
Natasha Romanoff
Clint Barton
Sam Wilson
Bruce Banner
Peter Parker
Multiple
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Robin Buckley
Nancy Wheeler
Lucas Sinclair
Erica Sinclair (Platonic)
Mike Wheeler
Dustin Henderson
Gareth Emerson
Jonathan Byers
Argyle
Multiple
Horror
Paul
David
Dwayne
Marko
Michael Emerson
Michael Myers
Bo Sinclair
Flowers - Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)
Vincent Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
Bubba Sawyer
Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)
Nubbins Sawyer
Choptop Sawyer
Thomas Hewitt
Patrick Hocksetter
Henry Bowers
Victor Criss
Reggie Huggins
Losers Club (Platonic)
Norman Bates
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)
Randy Meeks
Tatum Riley
Brahms Heelshire
Billy Lenz
Tiffany Valentine
Carrie White
Multiple
Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)
Grease
Danny Zuko
Kenickie
Putzie
Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)
Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)
Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)
The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)
Blurb - (Fluff)
Doody
Sunny
Multiple
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Hey different anon. My message is more for the previous anon. Calling autistic engel a loser is really not okay. I'm autistic and we already have to deal with so much shit.
I don't know if that anon is also autistic. If you are anon please be nicer to yourself and other autistics.
Hey, I wanted to say a few things because I wrote for these cute little pookies and fanned the flames for the loser term:
I myself am autistic and could share my own history of ridicule, shaming, name-calling, “failing” at life etc – don’t worry, I won't, that's not why I'm here, I just wanted to share this as a disclaimer and that I probably know exactly how you feel. Doesn't mean that we all have to go for drinks and form a club now, but I think we all can relate to the feeling of being outcasts of sorts and how rude and mean other people can be, also to how rude and mean other autistic people can be...
Getting in between or in the middle of these kinds of arguments reminds me why I feel like I'm never safe; that any minute I might blurt out or write something insensitive that will hurt someone without even knowing that I’m being insensitive. It's also one of the reasons why I feel like I should close my asks for good sometimes because it usually takes so.much.time to figure out what people mean/want/are trying to say. Like I feel so incredibly dumb here most of the time. Being called a loser is something I would make a t-shirt out of and wear as a joke nowadays.
I know it's not a joke for everyone and it's not a nice thing to say or hear. I see and hear where you're coming from. Just wanted to share my own thoughts on this because there's a context to everything and I took the prev anon's little blurb as more of a sarcastic and heartfelt joke between us autistics, rather than a slur. I hc König as an autistic blorbo, that’s probably the reason why I love him so much, and writing for both “loser” reader who falls in love with “loser” König is a way to deal with some personal stuff... I enjoyed prev anon's ask and thought other autistics might relate to it too because being called whatever is our everyday life (as I'm sure you know 🩷) and for me, it has been easier just to embrace it and wear it like a badge of honor. Calling anyone a loser usually says more about the name caller than the one being called names. So I just wanted to drop in and say that for some of us, it can actually be a form of dark humor, even a coping mechanism.
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starting a new book! i got it for world book day earlier this week
Book title: dread wood creepy creation
author: jennifer killick
№ of pages: 103
genre: sci-fi adventure
target age demographic: 9+ (i didnt realise that when i bought it but its short so its fine)
blurb: angelo and his friends are used to battling all sorts of terrifying creatures... but now things are about to get super freaky! can club loser make it through the spooky school basement, defeat some seriously creepy creatures, rescue their favourite teacher AND make it out alive? read and see of you dare...
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