#and patrick should have been run over with a car

[cantsayidont]

No poster because blecch:

CHALLENGERS (2024): Elaborately dreadful Luca Guadagnino tennis epic, featuring an interminable and irritating romantic triangle between three of the least engaging characters I've seen in at least a year of bad movies and terrible television: sad-eyed, personality-free tennis pro Art Donaldson (Mike Faist); his perennially scuzzy childhood-friend-turned-hard-luck-frenemy Patrick Zweig (Josh O'Connor); and the object of their mostly inexplicable mutual affection, ex-tennis hardass Tashi Donaldson (Zendaya), who is now Art's wife, coach, and generally the boss of him. I have no strong feelings about tennis one way or another, so I only watched this for the romantic triangle, which was an ordeal. It doesn't help at all that Mike Faist and Josh O'Connor each look like some kind of awful Midjourney composite of Tumblr sexymen of about a decade ago (I alternated between wanting to hit them with a shoe and put a cup over them to put them outside), and while Zendaya is, as the script repeatedly points out, smoking hot, Tashi is a nightmarish control freak whom the narrative doesn't ever allow to be even a tiny bit sympathetic. I hated all of three of the leads; the movie goes on and on and on to a ridiculous anticlimactic ending; and, unlike some of Guadagnino's other projects, it's not nearly horny enough to even partly compensate. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Tashi is the only female character to appear in more than one scene, and Guadagnino's loathing of women radiates from every frame, so no. VERDICT: Not the worst movie I've seen lately from a qualitative standpoint, but it's two hours and ten minutes of my time I would like back.

[girliism]

priest in training au

art waited for you outside the campus church. peeking around the corner every now and then until you finally walked out giggling with your friends. “psk.” art called out. when you looked to where the sounds were coming from you saw art, your boyfriend motioning for you to come to him.

you said goodbye to your friends before walking over to where art stood, looking back behind you to see if anyone was watching. the second you’re in arms length art’s hands reached out to grab your forearms, pulling you to him and pushing you against the brick wall. the sound of surprise you make is swallowed by art’s lips on yours. the kiss is quite eager on his part. “art, wait.” you say in between the kiss. you drop the books in your hands to push at art’s shoulders when his tongue slipped into your mouth.

“art!” you whisper shouted, hand covering your mouth. “stop, someone could see us.” you looked around to make sure no eyes were prying. art pressed a chaste kiss on your burning cheek letting both his hands rest on your waist. “sorry, i’ve just been wanting to do that all day.” he laughed softly and you bit back a smile. “but i um actually wanted to ask you if wanted to the drive-in tonight. like as a date.” a date? yours and art’s first date.

you look at art, eyes widening a little and you stand up straighter fiddling with your cross necklace. “i’d love to.” art let out the breath he was holding in. “you’d have to sneak out.” oh.

you’ve never snuck out of anywhere before and you’re so nervous. your two roommates were fast asleep as you slipped out your bed pulling off your nightgown and replacing it with a modest skirt and white top. you debated on whether you should quickly pull your hair into its signature bun but decided against it. you held your breath all the way down the hallway of your dormitory building till you were out the back door, following the directions art gave you to the parking lot. art was leaning against a car when he saw you running towards him.

“you have a car?” you asked out of breath from running. art shook his head taking in your appreciation. “no, it’s patrick’s. you’re not wearing your bun?” you looked down at feet shrugging. “yeah, is that ok?” art immediately nodded his head. “of course, you look nice.” art opened the door for you and the ride to the drive-in was nice, the windows were down so the cold air blow in your face cooling you off.

art parked the car looking over at you. “did you want some snacks?” you shook your head. the drive-in was playing grease and half way through you felt art place his hand on your thigh. you let your fingers slowly pull your skirt up to your knees so his hand could slip under it easier. art didn’t even need to make it all the way your thigh to feel you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt. “when did you get so easy?” art whispered in your ear, his fingers teaseing you. soft moans fell from your lips and your legs widened. art’s middle and ring finger drag through your folds and up to your clit.

your eyes fell close and as loud moan ripped through you. suddenly remembering where you are your eyes fly open and your legs squeeze shut. art’s fingers dig into your thigh a little trying to get you to open them. “it’s fine, no one can ever see us it too dark.” art whispers against your lips before kissing you softly. the sweet kiss quickly turns messy. yours and art’s lips moving against each other’s breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. your hands move to unbuckle art’s jeans pulling out his cock. art groans into your mouth feeling your soft hands around him. you bring your hand up to your mouth to spit in it before stroking art with a tight grip.

some song from the movie if playing in the background as you and art pant and moan into each other’s mouths. his fingers working figure eights over your clit while your hand moving up and down his dick, thumb pressing into his slit now and then. art’s finger tips keeps dipping into your opening but not fully pushing in. “oh my goodness.” you moan. “you-you can put it in.” art waste no time pushing in pointer finger into your pussy. you’ve never fingered yourself before and your toes were curling from the stretch of of his single finger. “you’re so tight.” art pumped his finger in and out of you slowly trying to remember back to the many videos he’d watched and how they did it.

“is that good?” art asked, watching for your reactions. “really good.” you nodded. “go faster.” at your command art fucked his finger into you faster his thumb moving back and forth on your clit and you matched his pace. loud moans and wet squelching filled the car and when art’s finger pressed into that soft spot you you didn’t even know was there you saw stars. “oh!” your orgasm hit you without warning and you came all over art’s fingers. art pulled his finger out of you sucking it into his mouth. you finished art off with your mouth. his head thrown back and his hand pushing your head down.

you guys managed to catch the rest of the movie before it ended, driving back to the campus where you made out in the parking lot. you broke the kiss. “i had a lot of fun tonight, thank you.” art smiled at you. “me too.” you said your goodnight, leaving to sneak back into your dorm not knowing what waited in your room.

with a dopey grin on your face you opened your room door where three sisters and your roommates sat waiting for you. “and where were you tonight young lady?”

(was gonna let the night end on a cheerful note but who doesn’t like drama. literally no idea what’s gonna happen next tho…..)

[feyhunter78]

Hi!! I’ve been thinking about that one scene in 10 Things I Hate About You, when Patrick walks Kat to the swings when she’s drunk and he says “Leave it to you to use big words when you're shitfaced.” Except! Kat is Nerd Miguel who somehow ended up drunk at some frat party or something, and Patrick is reader who has to deal with his antics. I imagine him spewing random scientific words/facts that reader tries her best to understand. All while she’s just trying to sober him up a bit. This lil scenario has been running through my head, and who best to share with than you!

(The chokehold you’re Miguel, specifically nerd Miguel, has on me is insane! It’s a great distraction while at work! <3)

I love that scene so much!!!! I made this a bit different, but I think I still hit the mark for ya anon <3 (Also this is a normal house party bc guys that are not in a frat are not allowed to attend frat events just like with sororities!)

House Parties

Art cred: Treelover_5

Nerd!Miguel masterlist

You weave through Brett’s parents’ guest house on the edge of town, downing your drink as you search for Miguel. It was really nice of Brett to invite you and Miguel to his pre-winter break bash. You know Miguel doesn’t party much, and Brett has been trying to encourage him to come out of his shell, so this was the perfect opportunity.

The sound of chanting draws your attention, and you see Miguel surrounded by a few other friends of Brett’s. Brett seems to be explaining something to him, car keys in hand. You drove here, so you know the keys aren’t Miguel’s, which makes you feel a bit better.

“Chug, chug, chug.” They chant, and you watch as Brett and Miguel simultaneously shotgun their beers, the foam dripping down Miguel’s tan skin.

Smash. You think instantly, your brain supplying you with images of what Miguel might look like as he comes up from between your legs, his lips, and chin slick with your arousal.

Then Miguel throws the beer down and throws his arms up victoriously.

Brett finishes, then throws his beer down as well and hooks an arm around Miguel’s neck, bringing him down to his level. “My boy Miguel has done it again! Absolute beast of a man!”

The other guys cheer, and you see Miguel smile shyly.

He’s been gaining in popularity, not that he really cares, nor do you, but it makes you happy that he’s made some new friends. Even if those friends challenge him to shotgun races.

Miguel spots you before you can even breach the circle and latches onto you. “Y/N, I won, did you see?”

Brett gives you a look that means dude should probably get some air, and you nod in response.

“Yeah I did, hey Miguel, you wanna step outside with me?”

“Yes, always.” He says instantly, his lips far too close to your neck for you to feel normal about.

You guide him through the crowd and out the door, his arm slung over your shoulders. He’s so heavy, all those stupid hot muscles making him dead weight as he mumbles to himself incoherently.

“What was that sweet boy?” You ask, when you hear something that sounds like your name.

“Did you know that the hydrochloric acid in the human stomach is so strong it can dissolve metal? Thin metal, mind you, but still, metal.” Miguel says, his cheeks red, his glasses perched precariously on the edge of his nose, and a goofy smile on his face.

“Wow, that’s crazy.” You say, struggling under the weight of him as you try to lug him over to a nearby porch swing, the neatly trimmed grass around you littered with solo cups and soaked with various spilled drinks.

“And beer—beer is twice as fizzy as champagne. I know this for a fact, I had four or so beers? They taste bad, did you know that?”

“Yeah, house parties usually have pretty cheap beer.” You laugh, swaying a little when Miguel leans on you.

“And cheetahs, super inbred, ten thousand years ago, taboos were broken, and now they’re all…ya know, the way they are.” He continues on, letting out a surprise oof, when you slide him onto the white porch swing, the weathered green cushions not doing much to break his fall.

“Very cool, so now can you tell me what the hell you were drinking in the twenty minutes I left you alone? Besides beer? Because Miguel, you are so fucked up.” You ask, sitting next to him, your legs tucked beside you as you turn to face him, an affectionate smile on your face.

He drags a hand down his face, and his glasses fall into his lap. He pouts at them, a small aw leaving his lips.

You pick them up and hand them back to him, and he clumsily puts them back on.

“Brett suggested we do shots before the races, he passed his midterm, we were celebrating with him.”

Fucking Brett. You loved the guy, he was nice, nonthreatening, watched out for you when you were in the Sig Epp house, but he also was a menace, who wanted everyone to be as drunk as he was.

“Miguel, you’re a big guy, but you don’t have Brett’s tolerance.” You pat his chest consolingly.

Miguel looks at you, eyes a little hazy, his shirt unbuttoned far more than it normally would be, his hair ruffled. “I’m tougher than I look.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leans his head back against the swing, staring up at the stars. “You know a cloud can weigh around a million pounds?”

“I did not know that.” You respond, trying to see if you can check his pupils without him noticing.

He notices and rolls his head to face you. “Everyone blames women when they don’t have sons, but it’s actually male genes that decide it.”

“I did know that one, actually.” You say, as you run your hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face.

He smiles, and you swear it’s brighter than any star in the sky. “You’re so smart, y/n.”

You’re taken aback for a second, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.”

“So smart and so, so pretty. I know I said it’s on me, but will you give me a girl y/n? I want a daughter with you, my brains, your everything else, she’d be unstoppable.” He says, his words slurring together. Then he falls forward with a yelp, hands, and elbows hitting the dirt.

You sit frozen in shock, staring down at Miguel, before you snap out of it and scramble to help him. “Shit, Miguel, are you okay?”

He holds up his right hand, it’s bleeding. “Just put some sugar on it, it’ll heal faster.”

“Full of fun facts, aren’t you?” It’s another trip back inside to find a sink and a band-aid, his words still bouncing around in your head.

I want a daughter with you.

Fuck, he’s going to kill you one day, and you’ll let him.

Not me doing a little callback to what Miguel thinks at the end of his encounter with drunk y/n hehe

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows

[lvrrgirlll]

Tolerate It (series)

Synopsis: Life as Patrick Zweig’s controversially young girlfriend should have been a dream, but it was anything but. He was a broken man. You were a girl who knew all too well. Who’s to say whether you’ve got it wrong now…

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Pairing: Patrick Zweig x reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, reader is jealous and somewhat paranoid, references to cheating, creepy old men hitting on reader, both Patrick and reader get much needed wake up calls…

Notes: This entire part is kind of frustrating BUT it’s so necessary in the progression of the story y’all! It will all come together trust!! (Also I’m on Thanksgiving break soon so I’ll be able to write more)

Previous part

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Part 3: Things fall apart

2029:

Weeks before you two had agreed to the interview, you already knew Patrick was going to retire. It hadn’t been announced at that point, but you knew. It had come after a particularly bad fight.

“But you don’t understand, Patrick! You’re not listening to me! It’s not easy for me, I feel like I drop everything to be there for you all the time. When was the last time you honestly did anything for me?” You shouted at him, frustrated at the fact that you were even having this fight. He had complained that you didn’t seem so supportive of him going for a spot in Wimbledon in the upcoming season, which you hadn’t been because you were tired of traveling all the time and being alone during the day while he practiced incessantly. That didn’t seem so hard to understand to you. He had won several titles over the past few years. What was one other?

“Oh, I don’t do anything for you? Who payed for the house we’re in right now? Who bought you that dress? Who bought that huge fucking rock on your finger?” He fired back angrily. You hated fighting like this. It always reminded you of the power imbalance between the two of you.

2020:

After finding out what you did, you decided not to confront Patrick. It must’ve been your mistake. You wrote it off as foolish assumption on your part. In your gut, though, you knew better.

You two went on like normal for a while. He went back on tour for a bit. With this newfound information, you definitely called him more often than before. He didn’t seem to mind though, which honestly surprised you for a bit. You half worried about annoying him, seeming like just some ridiculous kid, but at the end of the day, you did really care about him, and would do anything to make sure he stayed with you.

On a cool, Spring Saturday evening you called him, knowing he shouldn’t be busy given the time. Much to your dismay, though, no answer. Fuck. So you called him again. Still no answer. Doing what any rational person would, you checked his location. He was at some bar. You felt defeated. Surely he was with some whore. Then a terrible, horrible idea came to you. What if you drove out to where he was playing? What if you drove out to that bar? …No, you couldn’t. But then again…it was a Saturday night. You weren’t busy. And he was far, but realistically, not that far. A 4 hour drive. So maybe he wouldn’t be at the bar by the time you got there…but then again, maybe he would be? Your curiosity jealousy got the best of you as you grabbed your keys, slipping on your shoes and heading out to your car.

You drove like a bat out of Hell, surely speeding, but you hardly cared. You were fueled by your paranoia. What was he doing at some random dive bar? Why wasn’t he answering your calls? You intended to get answers to both of these questions.

Driving so quickly, you shaved a whole hour off the drive, arriving at the run down looking bar a little past midnight. When you got there you parked, slamming the door before marching into the building with purpose. Upon entering, you took in your surroundings. It was dim, most light coming from neon signs for different beer brands. There were a few pool tables off in one corner, an empty stage, and the bar, which looked to be the type that really only served beer or whiskey. Why on earth would Patrick even be at a place like this? He’s gotta be with some girl…

It wasn’t too busy. There were a few older looking guys at the end of the bar, not “older” like Patrick— actually older— and several ladies who looked to be in their 40s, loudly cheering with margaritas in hand. Still no sign of Patrick. You were still stood by the door, looking down at your phone to check his location, which still pinpointed him right at the bar, when you noticed the older men leering at you.

“Hey princess, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here,” one of the men hollered. You tried to avoid eye contact, walking further into the bar and therefore away from them. There were several guys who looked to be closer to Patrick’s age crowded around the pool tables, so you walked in that direction, hoping Patrick was among them. With your luck, however, none of the dark, curly haired men were Patrick.

“What’s your name sweetheart,” one of them purred, leaning on his pool cue and eyeing you up and down. You felt uncomfortable, but definitely safer here than with the old guys from the front.

“Um- I’m looking for my, uh, boyfriend. He’s been here for a while, supposedly, and I was just kind of worried about him. H- have you seen a guy like this?” You turn your phone, then, showing off your lock screen which is a picture of you and Patrick cuddling in bed.

The man laughs in response, nodding his head in the direction behind you. “There’s your man, but uh, I don’t know if you’ll wanna see him…” he said smoothly, with a sense of pity filtering through his words. Your heart sank before you even turned around, and everything felt like it had just become slow motion. You turned around, seeing Patrick in a dark corner making out with another girl. You could hardly see her with his hands all over her face, but she looked to be sort of young like you. What the fuck?

“Hey, I’m sorry-“ the man behind you offered, but you walked away from him without another word. You approached Patrick quickly, reaching him finally. Despite your loud steps against the creaky wooden floor, neither he nor the girl he was currently kissing turned in your direction. Before you could even think of a strategy, you just let out a defeated assertion.

“Patrick.” His eyes immediately opened as he practically pushed the girl off of him, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Fuck, uh, what are you doing here?” That was all he could offer?

“You didn’t answer my call,” you replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world. You weren’t even sure why this hurt so much. You knew he was fooling around on tour…it was just something about him avoiding you to do so that really got you. The whole thing got to you, honestly, but you had been kidding yourself for months. It just finally fell apart.

“So…you came to my fucking location,” he questioned, looking at you with wide eyes. ‘He thinks I’m crazy…’ you thought. You looked up at him, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry here in this stupid dive bar in the middle of nowhere in front of him and his girl of the night.

“I didn’t know what else to do…I- I was worried,” your words were shaky as you spoke, your lip quivering. The girl he was with had walked away at this point, presumably assessing the situation enough to decide that it was best for her to leave. Patrick’s expression had changed from shock to pity.

“Baby, c’mere I’m so sorry…come on,” he tried to pull you into a hug, but you pushed him away.

“No Patrick, I don’t- I don’t want to just hug and forgive you all over again,” you sniffled, looking at him not with anger, nor sadness, but betrayal.

“Again?” He asked, looking confused.

“I saw your texts with that other girl from Savannah months ago when you came to visit. I’ve known for a while…” you murmured quietly. His eyes widened again, clearly shocked by this information.

“Shit- uh, you saw that? Fuck- why didn’t you say so sooner, oh my god.” You looked at him and no longer saw that man who could’ve hung the moon and stars. Now when you looked at him, you saw him how he saw himself: a pathetic loser who was in need of a serious reality check.

“Fuck you Patrick. I’m done.” With that, you moved to leave the bar, but he gripped your wrist as you turned, stopping you. “Let go of me,” you ordered, looking at him sternly as tears rolled down your cheeks. He did as you said, letting you go before chasing after you. In the parking lot he met you by your car, leaning on the door to keep you from leaving. “Move,” you muttered angrily.

“Baby, come on, just tell me what I can do. I can change, really, I promise. Please, I don’t wanna lose you.” It felt like bullshit, but it was honestly the truth. You were the most consistent thing he’d had in his life for a long, long time. I mean, hell, you two had been together for 9 months now. For him, that was like forever.

“You want to change, Patrick? Really, you want to change? Well here’s some advice then: get your shit together. I don’t care what you have to do. Go talk to your rich old daddy, ask him for a loan, and actually get back to where you deserve to be in your career. Fix your fucking relationship with your friends, because I know there’s still something there that you won’t tell me about, and I’m sick of it. And finally, actually learn how to be a good boyfriend. Don’t be such a man whore, it’s really not as attractive as you think it is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving. Give me a call when you’re a changed man.” And with that, he silently moved out of your way, watching you get in your car and reverse, leaving him standing there alone in the parking lot.

[silveryhill]

The spectre of Senna hung over the season. Prost says he knew he would be coming for 1994, even when he did his own deal for'93, and the thought of pairing up with Senna again was intolerable. Not because he was running scared. That's too glib.

"When he impressed me I must say it was in qualifying sometimes, I don't remember when exactly. Never in race conditions. Never. In race conditions, in the warm-up, most of the time I was quicker."

But Senna's imminent arrival did trigger his own retirement, even if it wasn't about fears over getting beaten. Why on earth would he have wanted to put himself through that stress? Last time it had been utterly exhausting. Just imagine doing it again.

"You know how it was. When Ayrton wanted to have something...and Renault wanted him. Ayrton was calling them, calling Patrick [Faure, Renault Sport's president] all the time. He even called one evening when I was with Patrick. He said to him, 'You want to have a reason why you should take me? Because God is behind me.' Patrick Faure was really impressed by that."

There are a multitude of reasons why this rivalry remains the most celebrated-and the most dire. It was primarily from Senna's obsession with Prost. Even before he made it to F1, Ayrton had zeroed in on Alain as the man not only to beat, but to obliterate.

"He told me, many times after when we talked about it. I hadn't realised how much he had focused on me before he made it to F1. His motivation was to be world champion, but his biggest motivation was to beat me."

"There were three Ayrtons for me: the one before F1 when he was looking at my races, at everything I was doing, the way I was doing it; obviously the one when we were together, inside or outside the same team; and then the one when I retired." It was this last version that Prost says he grew to like adding he wouldn't have believed it existed "if I had not known this person myself."

In that short time between Adelaide 1993 and Imola 1994, Prost saw an entirely different side to his old nemesis.

"We were talking very often, every week, twice a week. I knew everything about the Williams, everything about his position in the car, everything about what he was asking, everything about the fact he was not happy in the team, everything about his personal life. Amazing."

— interviewed by Damien Smith, Motorsport. 3. 2024

ps. it also mentioned that Alain is ready to tell his side of the story. He's finishing his own (French) documentary and has plans to write a book.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

I would totally like it if you wrote about Patrick’s eldest daughter’s tennis journey

After the window almost breaking Y/N and Patrick both knew that she was into Tennis and who better to coach her than Patrick? He’s very patient with her and understanding (as he should be) and started teaching her after that. This time at a court instead of the backyard for safety reasons. “Why are we here to learn?” She asked her dad as they got out of the car. “So your mom doesn’t kill me.” He said. “And because you have a lot more space on the court than the backyard.” He tells her as they walk to the court. He got flashbacks to him and Art playing. He smiled sadly at the memories knowing that he probably wouldn’t see him ever again. “So you are going to stand on the other side of the court and hit the ball to me like you did in the backyard.” He tells her. She runs over with her racket that he bought her for her birthday after they realized that she was into Tennis. She hit the ball like she did in the backyard. If it was a real game it would have been out. “That was good but try to make it in this area.” He points and gives her the ball back. She tries again and fails. After awhile she started to get upset and tear up. “Hey baby it’s okay.” He says to her and walks over to her. He bends down to her level. “It takes practice.” “I’ll never be good like you dad.” She says. “Hey don’t say that. You could end up better than me.”

A year later at 6 years old she got better and was able to hit in the area needed. Patrick had yet to have her actually play it yet. “What’s stopping you from having her actually play?” Y/N asked her husband. “9 is the age that she’s gonna be when I put her on the court to play.” He said. He felt like that was a decent age and it gives her a lot more practice.

So at 9 years old Patrick began playing with her instead of just having her hit the ball. “Go easy on me dad.” She said making him laugh. “What do you mean? You need to go easy on me.” He tells her as they get ready to play. “You wanna serve?” He asked her. She nodded. Patrick chuckled as he realized that she had the same weird serve as him. She hits the back and Patrick hits it back. It took a few times but she eventually hit the ball back. He smiled as she did this, “Good job.” He said to her as they kept playing.

“Dad is mom friends with Tashi Duncan?” Patrick looked at his 11 year old. “Yes she is.” He said, confused on how she knows who that is. “Dad she was incredible.” She said dreamy. He chuckled and nodded, “She was. She was the best.” He told her. He left out the part that he dated her and that she’s married to his ex best friend. “Can I meet her?”

[strangersteddierthings]

Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

Steve climbs into the back of Nancy's car with Dustin, trying his best to play off his mood as having slept poorly in the Wheeler's basement, instead of the guilt and sorrow churning inside him. He had been hoping to be able to make excuses to go home for a bit today, away from the group, so he could go to Chrissy's funeral.

Doesn't seem like that will be happening. Not unless he tells them the truth. They're going to the Creel house and Steve can't let them ago without him. Can't let them walk into potential danger if he's not there.

Because Chrissy's already dead. He can't change that. But he can try his damnedest to make sure there's no one else. So, it's more important to him to be there with the living, than at a funeral. Chrissy would agree.

Chrissy would understand.

Right?

Gareth sits through Chrissy's funeral and notes that Steve's not there. No one from the Harrington household is. He doesn't know what to feel about that. All his sorrow has been spent on Chrissy, so all he feels for Steve is anger. What the fuck is more important to Steve right now than being here? For his family. For Chrissy. For him.

He sits next to Jason even though his mom left a spot next to her available for him. He's not suddenly Jason's best friend, but he was told they plan to continue their search immediately after the funeral, and if he sat next to his mom, she wouldn't let him go.

This is how he finds himself at Reefer Ricks, long past the mandated curfew with just Jason, Andy, and Patrick. The others having slowly dropped off the search the closer to night it got.

"Hey," Gareth calls out to Jason before entering the house, "I'm going to go check if Eddie's van is hidden where he usually parks it when he comes out here."

Jason pauses on his way through the door. He looks over his shoulder and gives a nod, "yeah, smart thinking. There should be a flashlight in the back of the car."

Gareth nods back and heads back to the car. It doesn't take long to find the flashlight and soon he's walking down the road. It's not a long walk, about fifteen minutes away is a cluster of trees that Eddie parks at when he comes to get more goods from Rick. Gareth (and their other friends) spent plenty of afternoons waiting in the van for Eddie to return from his 'job', as it were. It does keep the van out of sight of any road, though.

The van is there, and Gareth doesn't like what he sees. The driver side door is open, so he approaches slowly. "Eddie? You in there, Eddie?" he gets no response. He shines the flashlight through the back door's window, smooshing his face against the glass to look in. Once he's sure it's empty of anything, he approaches the open door and examines the front.

The keys are still in the ignition. Door left open and keys still in the ignition paints a story Gareth isn't sure he wants to read. That makes worry curl inside his body. He can't think of a single thing that would make Eddie abandon the van this quickly, too... scared? Worried? to bother to even close the drive door. He climbs in to try and start it but it won't. With the door left open for over 72 hours, the battery is dead.

He pockets the keys and locks up the van. If worse comes to worst, he can return the keys to Wayne.

He's almost back to the house when he hears shouting. He starts running, following the noise, and quickly finds Jason and Patrick on the shore, pulling their shoes off. His gaze flicks out to the lake and catches the sight of what can only be Eddie trying to get the motor of a motorboat started.

Well. Shit.

He doesn't think much more beyond that. He's just acting. He steps on the heels of his shoes to get out of them as quickly as possible and dives into the water. He's only seconds behind Patrick and Jason into the water, slowing to keep pace with them at first.

Gareth grew up in the Harrington swimming pool just like Steve had. Chrissy had. He's never been so glad for that as he is now, as he quits trying to pace himself and takes off, leaving Jason and Patrick behind.

Eddie's swinging the oar around wildly, as if they would stop any of them. He falters in his swinging when his eyes land on Gareth and he breathes out his name, "Gareth?"

One final stroke and Gareth can reach out of the water and grab the side of the boat. He doesn't haul himself aboard, but does haul himself high enough to look up at Eddie. "The police say you did it. Did you?"

Hurt flashes across Eddie's face but he answers, "No."

Gareth nods once, a decision made. Before he can respond though, Jason's caught up and Eddie is turning in the boat to wave the oar uselessly at him.

Clinging to the side of the boat gives Gareth a clear view of Patrick, who has stopped swimming. Jason and Eddie shout at each other as Gareth watches Patrick being to rise out of the water. "What the fucking shit!?"

Gareth doesn't know if Jason turns to look, he's too busy staring, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

"Don't look," Eddie says and the boat jostles as Eddie moves suddenly, dropping to his knees in the boat and throwing his hands up to block Gareth's view.

"What the fuck-" Gareth cuts himself off when he hears the snapping of bones. Jason is yelling and Gareth panics, pushes back from the boat, which makes Eddie lean more to block his eyesight, causing Eddie to fall out of the boat. On instinct, Gareth dives for him, the month and month spent in Steve's pool, hearing about pool safety kicking in.

Eddie doesn't really need rescuing, but he doesn't fight Gareth during the rescue. Patrick is no longer in the air when they breach the surface, and Jason is swimming back the way they came. Eddie flops himself back into the boat, then helps Gareth in as well.

They don't speak again until they've reached the other shore, in which case they just sit in the boat, soaked through, panting at each other as the adrenaline fades.

"What the fuck was that!?" Gareth doesn't shriek. He doesn't.

Eddie suddenly looks very severe and grim when he says, "that's what killed Chrissy."

[cwritesforfun]

Patrick Zweig x Fem!Reader: Be My Coach? And Girlfriend?

Y/N = Your Name

Bold and Italics from movie *** I Do NOT own the lines from the movie or the characters ***

Masterlist

Y/N’s POV

You were out for redemption this year. Nothing was going to stop you.

You stand in the rain looking at the court for the New Rochelle Challenger tomorrow. Your first round was tomorrow and you were ramped up hence why you ran in the rain 5 miles to the court to see where you would be playing.

You then decide to start your walk back.

The rain starts to clear as you walk through the parking lot and you hear your name being yelled from the one car in the lot. You jog over when you see it’s just Patrick Zweig.

You exclaim, “It’s good to see you again, Patrick.” Patrick asks, “What are you doing out in the rain?” You answer, “I need to run off the adrenaline I feel. I’m playing tomorrow in the Challenger.” He replies, “No sh**! That is a crazy coincidence! I play in the men’s singles match the next day.” You ask, “And what are you doing in your car in the lot 2 days early?” He shrugs and answers, “I don’t want you to pity me, my card declined and I have no hotel to go to, so I was hoping to just sleep in my car until I play.” You ask, “Do you want to stay with me? I have extra space and they gave me a second room key.” He asks, “Are you being serious right now?” I answer, “I’m serious. If you drive us to the hotel, the other key is yours.” He excitedly leans over to open the passenger door and I get inside. He starts the car up and starts driving.

You ask, “So, why didn’t you call after Atlanta?” Patrick asks, “Do we have to talk about this now?” You answer, “Either now or later. Just remember I’m letting you stay with me for free.” He sighs and replies, “I was scared of how serious you and I were getting. We were exclusively dating and it terrified me to have someone so loyal and perfect in my life. I broke it off because I thought it was the right thing to do and I thought it would make me better at tennis… After the breakup, I had sex with Tashi purely out of lust and bad decisions. I shouldn't have done it. I found myself missing our relationship a lot and I wanted to call you to talk several times. I saw you winning and climbing the ranks. I didn’t want to bring my mess to you, so I just silently supported you.” You ask, “Do you regret our breakup?” He answers, “Yeah. It haunts me to this day and I should never have done it… I have a crazy idea and I’m only asking because we’re driving so you cannot hit me or I’ll crash. Do you promise to hear me out?” You answer, “I promise with a cherry on top.” He laughs and replies, “I want you to be my coach. You’re a stronger player mentally and physically. You have the discipline and mindset to succeed. You already coach children’s tennis and you know what you’re doing. I admire the he** out of you as a tennis player but also as a person. I think you could really push me to win in my last year of eligibility next year or this year if I make it through this Challenger.” You reply, “I’ll do it. When’s your next practice.” He replies, “I have a warm-up before the match at 5 am." You reply, "OK, I'll go with you. We can start then." He swerves a little and you exclaim, "Please keep two hands on the wheel. The rain is bad and I don't want to die." He replies, "Sorry, I was just surprised how soon you wanted to start." You reply, "Dedicated coaches start sooner rather than later... now I do have a few notes to show you when we get back to my room. I have been silently supporting you recently too." You notice him smile and he says, "Oh really? And you took notes on my playing." You reply, "Yeah I did. I learned from you and I knew if I ran into you, I wanted to give you my notes to help you improve. I always want to help and uplift others." He smiles and replies, "And that's why you're the best human to ever life." You laugh and reply, "I really don't know about that, okay just park here by this door. It's close to my room."

In your room, Patrick looks around and you ask, "What's on your mind? You seem a little lost in your thoughts." Patrick answers, "I just hate that I'm bringing my mess to you. I really didn't want to do that." You reply, "That's okay, Patrick. I care about you and you deserve a good night's sleep to prepare for your matches. I believe in you and think you have what it takes to succeed. And everyone's life is kind of messy, some are just better at hiding it." He smiles and you ask, "What if you take a shower and get all cleaned up then I share my notes with you? I have some extra bananas and oatmeal if you want that to snack on. I know you must be starving too." He moves forward cupping your face with his hands before placing a light kiss on your forehead. He says, "The world doesn't deserve you. You're genuinely perfect. I will say yes to everything you just said." You smile and he goes to shower. You heat up the water in the kettle because you need to make oatmeal and you want tea to calm yourself. Of all the things you expected from tonight, reuniting with Patrick and feeling all of those crazy emotions was not one of them. You still love Patrick, but he hurt you. It was obvious he was hurting when he broke up with you and based on what he said tonight, he didn't communicate his true feelings to you and was scared of the future. He seems to be a bit more grounded now, but he still seems so lost. You know he can be great in life because you've seen him be on top (not like that... dirty mind) and work hard for what he wants. You just need to show him his potential. You just hope your heart doesn't hurt in the process.

That night, as Patrick munches and snacks, you show him your notes on how he can improve. You also go over a game plan for a few quick fixes for his first upcoming match which he agrees to. You notice the time and decide to go to bed. Patrick sleeps next to you and you both end up cuddling by the time you wake up. It's the best you've slept in a while and you do not want to get up.

You get up for your 5 am morning practice and Patrick asks, "Do you have to go? I was comfy." You press a kiss to his forehead and say, "Yes I do have to go. Will you be at my match later?" He answers, "Of course, Y/N. 2 pm, I'll be there. I can just walk in, right?" You answer, "I'll get my coach to put you on my list. Just walk to the VIP area. I'll leave you a key card next to the coffee, okay? There is free breakfast for all who are staying here from 7 am to 10 am, so get free food, okay?" He replies, "OK, good luck at practice." You thank him and get your bag. You change and leave the room.

Your warm-up goes well.

Your breakfast with your Coach is nice. Your Coach is surprised to hear Patrick will be at the match and in your row.

You relax and take a nice walk around the area. Fans are everywhere, but you manage to avoid most of them.

Patrick's POV

After Y/N left, all I could think was that I should have gotten up and gone with her. I missed her already. She's so kind and loving. She hasn't changed one bit. She even agreed to be my Coach without much coaxing. Would she be mad if I asked her out on a date? I just like her and she likes my mess. UGH SIGH WTF are my thoughts?!

I get up now restless, watch some tv until it turns 7 am, get free breakfast, and eat a lot. God, I was so hungry.

I go back to the hotel room and change into something presentable to see Y/N's match. I leave and drive to the courts. I park in the player's lot and I talk to VIP who give me a ticket for today. I find Y/N's Coach who must remember me and we catch up until Y/N's match.

Y/N as a tennis player is an exhilarating experience to watch. She moves with such ease and is very intentional. How she plays is how she is as a person, both very meaningful and observant. She's also really hot and that hasn't changed.

Y/N wins and will advance in two days. Her Coach told me that I could go with Y/N's team to meet Y/N when she's ready to leave. I don't have to be told twice. I want to see her and congratulate her.

We wait and someone comes by to inform us that Y/N is in physical therapy right now. She should be back soon. I didn't know she was hurt. I hope she's okay.

Y/N walks in and the room lights up. She hugs her team then hugs me. I exclaim, "I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it." She half-smiles and says, "Thank you." Her team asks if I want to join for team dinner and Y/N's eyes look like they're begging me to say yes. I agree and they tell me that I can drive Y/N there. I grab Y/N's bag to carry it to the car and we head to my car. We get inside and I ask, "So uh... are you okay? You seem far away right now." She answers, "I'm just ... It's nice to have someone in my corner who really cares about me again. I really missed you." I take her hand, press a kiss to the back, and say, "I'll always be in your corner. I missed you too. You wanted me to go to this dinner, right? I thought your eyes were telling me to go, but I could've misread it." She half-smiles and says, "I don't think I would be able to stand the dinner without you. I need your laughter and joy tonight." I reply, "And that you can have madam! Let's get you some food. I bet you're starving." She laughs.

We drive to a restaurant and we head inside where we're led to a private room. The room has a table set up for dinner and a TV with Y/N's earlier match queued up. I see, her team is going over the match and she feels unsure of something. I need to find out why she didn't like the match. She looked good today.

I sit down with Y/N next to me and exclaim, "I know you want joy and laughter, so you should know that while I do think you're an amazing tennis player, I also find you very hot. I couldn't stop myself from thinking that as you played today." She asks, "Patrick, is what we're doing going to be more casual or not? Because I'm going to be your Coach and I don't want my heart hurt in this process." I answer, "I would very much like to exclusively date you and take you out on a date. I understand if you cannot be my girlfriend and my Coach at the same time though. I can wait." She half-smiles and says, "I know for a fact, you cannot wait. You're not a very patient man... I would like to go on a date with you too." I smile and reply, "Great, I'm going to call you my girlfriend even though we haven't been on a first date this time around. I just think girlfriend and Y/N go together." She smiles and kisses me on the cheek.

Before I can say anything else, her team enters. I hold Y/N's hand under the table and they all take their seats. Servers enter and start taking orders. Y/N's hand trembles occasionally and I start rubbing my thumb against the back of her hand to try to calm her.

Y/N's team goes over the plays. I try to lighten the mood by adding some jokes or personal stories. Y/N seems to like my stories and she's very engaged. Her team seems slightly annoyed by me. Her Coach even pulls her aside in a heated argument at one point.

After dinner in my car, I drive us back to the hotel and we go to the hotel room. Y/N starts changing in front of me and I tear my eyes away. It feels wrong watching her, even though I've seen her with less on. I change into comfortable clothes as well.

I get in bed next to Y/N and exclaim, "So tonight was something." She sighs and answers, "Yeah it was... My Coach pulled me aside to say that you're a bad influence on me." That is not the first time I've heard that comment. I laugh and ask, "Did they say why?" She answers, "Yeah... they think you're the reason I seemed off when I was not on the court. I was zoned in on the court and I personally think I played well. Before the match today, I found a nice area away from fans to sit in silence because I was tired of all the constant pressures that have to do with my team. I understand that they want the best for me, but sometimes they treat me as a cog in a machine, not a real human. It's stupid that they think you're the problem when they are the problem. You're the fix." I smirk and ask, "The fix? How so?" She answers, "You make me feel less alone and you make me feel like a real person. I know we didn't always see eye to eye on stuff, but we talked. Having you here has been nice." I reply, "I'm glad I can be here for you... You don't have to go with me tomorrow. You deserve some rest." She replies, "No silly, I promised you I would go. I don't break promises and besides, I won't be able to rest thinking about your match." I kiss her forehead and reply, "Ok."

SHOULD I WRITE A PART TWO?!??!?!?

Patrick's first match?!!? Y/N's second match?!!?! Art & Patrick's Match?!?!?!?!?

[strangerthingslover69]

The birthday present

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing and smut ~

This isn’t what you imagined life for yourself. Unhappily married. Your parents said you got married too young, you were naive and thought nothing of it. Of course they were right. Today ended up being a the worse day ever. However a knock at the door was about to make it a hell of a lot better

‘Jason!’ You shout your husband as he’s still getting ready upstairs. ‘Honestly you take longer than me!’ You huff walking into the kitchen. ‘Well Y/N it takes a long time to look this good’ he says walking into the kitchen behind you. Jason Carver. Yup he was your sweetheart from high school. After him and Chrissy broke up it didn’t take him long to worm his way to you, you fell for it of course. He was a jock, good looking, smart, all that. Only a year after you started going out he proposed. You said yes and we’re so excited. However your family were not. ‘You’re too young to be married!’ Your mother would say on a daily basis as the days got closer to your actual wedding. Your parents chose not to come. That’s the day you lost them pretty much. You hadn’t seen them since marrying Jason and that was six years ago. Six long years. You couldn’t leave him even though you wanted to, you had no one else. Jason had managed to trap you, it felt like anyway. You had no family. No friends of your own. Just him. All the time

You roll your eyes before turning around. ‘You ready to go?’ You ask grabbing your bag. He looks at you with confusion. ‘Go? Go where?’ He asks putting on his jacket. You huff again. ‘Seriously?’ You say putting your hands on your hips. The doorbell goes, ‘Whose that?’ You ask not expecting anyone. ‘Babe now are you being for real? C’mon it’s guys night. We’re going out and I’m crashing at Patrick’s.’ He says walking away to answer his school jock friends. Yup he’s forget. You don’t know why you even got dressed up you should have known he’d forget. You put down your bag and slide off you heels pouring a large glass of wine. You hear Jason leading the others through. You turn and welcome them putting on a ‘good wife show’ it wasn’t worth Jason’s melt downs when you weren’t one. ‘Andy. Patrick. Trey. Always a pleasure. Beer?’ You offer walking to the fridge. ‘They’re good babe we’re going now. Oh almost forgot I had to call an emergency mechanic out. My cars been playing up’ Jason says looking at his watch. ‘They should be here in an hour. I used your card, couldn’t find mine. Will pay you back next week.’ He says like it’s nothing. You bite down on your inner lip hard trying to keep composed. ‘No problem honey. Have a great time out’ you say with a fake smile. He comes over and kisses your cheek and smacks your ass, the others all make animalistic noises and laugh. Just like that they leave. ‘Prick’ you mutter finishing you wine. You take the bottle upstairs and begin to run a bath, knowing you had at least an hour to relax before someone turns up to look at your charming husbands car. You take off your new dress, which you look amazing in by the way, a black strapped dress with some black sequins running along the bottom. You sigh as you throw it on the floor. You put your hair up so it wouldn’t get wet in the bath. You add some ‘calming’ bubbles and start to relax. The hot water already making you feel slightly better. You wash away your freshly make upped face when you hear the doorbell. ‘Fuck sake. He’s forgot his pissing keys again.’ You sigh leaving your bath and grabbing you towel wrapping it around your body. The doorbell goes again. ‘I’m coming!’ You shout making your way down the stairs, you swipe Jason’s keys from the bowl unlocking the door, ‘here Ja-’ you sentence is cut short when you realise it’s not Jason who is in the other side of the door

‘Eddie?’ You say feeling very surprised, he was the last person you’d expect to show up and yours and Jason’s house. The look on his face matches your too as he most definitely didn’t expect to see you either, especially just answering the door in a towel. ‘Shit Y/N is that really you?’ He asks clearly checking out your barely covered body. You and Eddie were close at school, believe it or not. Well you were before you and Jason were together. Then he just took you away and you let it happen. You feel yourself turning bright red as you see Eddies eye nearly pop from his skull. You pull the towel tighter across your body and clear your throat, ‘what, what are you doing here?’ You ask feeling flustered. He still looks the same but more tattoos, facial hair and most definitely more toned. He looks good. Very good. ‘Emergency mechanic?’ He gestures to his uniform and tools. You hadn’t even noticed the overalls that say ‘EM Mechanics.’ ‘Wait, Jason called you?’ You ask surprised. Eddie can’t help but chuckle. ‘Well not directly me. My company yes. I do not think he realised I owned it. The receptionist answered it and I was on call out for today’ he says scratching the back of his neck. ‘Impressive Munson, own company. Always knew you’d do well’ you say with a small smile. Eddie blushes at your compliment. ‘Thanks very much, so erm, the car?’ He gestured to Jason’s car outside. ‘Oh shit yeah, I’ll get the keys. Please come in’ you say walking off to find Jason’s keys. Eddie steps into yours and Jason house closing the door. He looks around as sees Jason’s basketball trophies smack bang in the middle in a display cabinet. Eddie rolls his eyes, ‘Still an obnoxious asshole’ Eddie mutters to himself. As he walks further into your living room he can see many things definitely owned by Jason, it just screams him. He stops at the fireplace when he sees your prom photo and wedding photo next to one another. You looked so happy. Smile reaching up to your eyes. Now you seemed different, even a small conversation and Eddie can tell your not as happy. He still knows you like the back of his hand. He hears you opening draws and closing them. ‘God damn it! Where are they?!’ You say slamming the last draw. Eddie comes into the kitchen seeing you rubbing your eyes clearly stressed. ‘Everything okay?’ He asks slowly walking to you. Your shoulders slump and you sigh. ‘No Eds. Far from fucking okay’ you say with tears welling up in your eyes. He can’t help but smile as your you say your nickname for him. His smile soon drops when he sees your tears coming down your face. He rushes to your side. ‘Hey sweetheart what’s wrong?’ Eddie asks worryingly. You bury your head in your hands and cry. Without hesitating Eddie brings you in to his chest and hugs you. He soothingly runs his hands up and down your back to help you calm. You cry into your old friends chest for a good five minute before calming down. Eddie just let’s you cry, you clearly need to

Once he can’t hear your tears he moves you, he places his hands on your shoulders. You lift your head up and meet his eyes. ‘Sweetheart tell me what’s wrong’ Eddie says using his old nickname for you. You sigh. ‘What’s the date?’ You ask in a sad voice. Eddie looks confused but answers. ‘September 6th?’ ‘Exactly. September 6th. Do you remember anything significant about this date?’ You ask him. Eddie thinks for a minute before it clicks. ‘Your birthday. Shit. Happy birthday! Wait. Where’s Jason?’ Eddie asks confused. ‘Exactly. Where is my so called husband? He’s gone out with his friends and staying out the night. The asshole forgot my goddamn birthday. Even you remembered! After all these years you remembered.’ You say feeling teary again. Eddie brings his hands to your cheeks, ‘He’s not worth your tears Y/N’ Eddie says in a kind voice. ‘I’ve cried for him too many times Ed’s. I, I don’t love him. I haven’t got a long time but how can I leave him? I have nothing of my own.’ You say your eyes filling yet again. ‘Hey, no more crying. We can’t have a beautiful girl like you crying. Especially in your birthday’ Eddie says wiping a single tear that’s fallen down. You give a small smile. ‘How can you be so nice to me after all this time? I, I left you. You were the one person who was there for me and, I. I fucking left. I’m so sorry Ed’s. I wish I never left you. Fuck I wish I never said yes to that asshole’ you say as the tears fall down again. Seeing you after all these years in such a broken way it is breaking Eddies heart. He never hated you even when you did leave him. Even when Jason was still a dick to him. You weren’t. He couldn’t never hate you. ‘Princess. I could never hate you. Ever’ Eddie says resting his forehead on yours, he closes his eyes and it’s like you’ve gone back in time. Your touch. Your smell. You. He was really here with you.

You’re not sure what came over you but as Eddie rested his forehead on yours you leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. Eddies eyes open as he feels your lips. He doesn’t kiss you back. You move away feeling stupid. ‘I’m, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. That was inappropriate’ you say stepping back from him. Eddie doesn’t say anything. He just moves closer to you and pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips connect once again but both kissing one another this time. When growing up with one another you never crossed the line but little did you both know how much you wanted to and all these years later here you are. The kiss quickly deepens as Eddie moves his hand down your waist pulling you in closer. You fingers desperately grab any part of him you can. It happens to be his overalls that are tied around his waist. You undo them and pull at the bottom of his vest hinting for him to take it off. The kiss breaks as Eddie lifts the vest over his head. You quickly find each others lip again, a hotter needier kiss. It had been months, possibly years since Jason kissed you like this and when he did it never felt this good. Your hands reach into his hair pulling at his curls. He moans into your lips. ‘You like that?’ You say smiling into his mouth. Eddie takes the opportunity and pulls your lips into this biting down on your bottom one causing you to moan. ‘You like that?’ He says teasingly just like you did. You move him off and take his hand leading him to the sofa. You push him down and he sits down legs open. You drop your towel and bare you naked body in front of your old friend. Eddie licks his lips as his eyes wonder up and down your body, he wipes his palms on his overalls. ‘Fuck Y/N, your beautiful. Come here’ he says pulling you onto his lap. His lips latch onto yours and he kisses you hungrily, you open you mouth and let out a moan as you feel his growing erection on your bare pussy. With your mouth open Eddie invites his tongue into your mouth as you start to grind on him. Eddie disconnects from your mouth and your about to complain but he starts to kiss down your jaw slowly to your neck, kissing that special place under your ear. ‘Fuck Eddie’ you moan as his hands come to your chest and tenderly palm your breasts. His calloused hands rubbing across your nipple making you moan. ‘Ed’s. Need to to fuck me’ you moan as you feel yourself getting more wet on his overalls. His lips leave your neck and he looks up at you with those big brown eyes. ‘Fuck princess, are you sure?’ He asks. You smile at him and grind again on his clothed dick. ‘I’m sure’ you say biting your lip

You move off Eddie slightly so he can take off his overalls and boxers, as he does this you begin to kiss his neck like he was doing to you. He moans as he feels your teeth sink into his neck sucking it hard. ‘Fuck Y/N’ he says pulling your by your hair off his neck so your lips can meet again. With Eddies overalls and boxers off you climb back onto his lap, lips never leaving. You move down and wrap your hand around his throbbing cock. ‘Fuck Eddie, your big’ you say into his lips as you begin to pump him slowly up and down. ‘Bigger than Jason?’ Eddie says with a wicked smile. You smile back and lean next to his ear. ‘Much fucking bigger’ you whisper as you line his cock to your entrance and slowly push him into you. You both moan together as he stretches you out a lot, it stings but Eddies words make you feel better. ‘Such a good girl, taking me so well’ You finally fit Eddies cock into your pussy, you begin to slowly rock your hips back and forth getting into a steady rhythm. Eddies hands hold onto your waist as he moves with you. ‘Fuck Y/N your pussys so fucking good’ he moans into your chest. ‘You fill me up so good daddy!’ You moan loudly picking up the pace. Eddies cock twitches at his new name. He takes your breast and brings your nipple into your mouth as he slowly starts to suck it. His tongue swirls all around it making it harder and even more wet on his cock. You move faster back and forth as you feel yourself getting close. ‘Eddie, fuck!’ You moan pulling him by his hair bringing him in for a messy kiss, tongues and teeth bashing into each other but either of you care. You bounce up and down in Eddie cock as he moves down slightly changing the angle and hitting you in a new place you didn’t know existed. Eddie takes control as he holds onto the back of your legs and pumps himself in and out of you fast and hard. ‘Ed, Eddie fuck’ you moan out as you feel your orgasm coming, Eddie does too. ‘Fuck Y/N, need, to c-cum’ he says digging his fingers into your legs hard enough to leave bruises. ‘Eddie in me. Cum in me!’ You scream out as your orgasm comes crashing around and you cum all over Eddies cock, you feel his cum shooting up into you. Eddie slows down the pace as you both finish cumming together. Both breathing heavy catching your breathes, you rest your head on Eddies chest and he draws patterns around your back. Eddie says your name name making you look up. ‘Happy birthday’ Eddie says bringing you in for a kiss. By far this was the best birthday present you could of asked for

[skylarmoon71]

Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) - Oneshot

It was naive to think that no one knew about your crush. You did a pretty decent job at hiding it though.

You were a pretty good agent. You did your work efficiently, you stayed away from unnecessary trouble and you had managed to maintain a good relationship with both the FBI and the DA’s office. A perk that really came in handy. Lisbon was never shy with her praise when she asked you to join her team on occasion and you never had a problem because you got to see him. 

“Good morning Agent (L/N).” 

He looked so peppy and you smiled. 

“Good morning Jane, how have you been?” 

“Better now that you’re here.” 

He flashed one of his smiles and you looked away bashfully. 

“Alright break it up, we have a case to solve.” Lisbon came buzzing by and you followed her as she asked you for an update. 

Jane was still smiling even when you left, and the team flocked around him. 

“When are you going to stop flirting and ask her out?” Cho asked. 

“Patience my dear Cho.” Jane tsked. 

“Come on Jane, You guys have been doing this for months. It’s obvious you two are into each other, what are you waiting for?” Rigsby urged. 

“Well, I’m waiting for her to ask me out. She thinks I’m just being friendly. She respects me and the unit, so she’s been battling whether or not she should risk it. I was about to finally make my move but recently she’s decided that she’ll be more direct, bold.” 

“And how exactly do you know that?” Rigsby challenged. 

“Because, she’s started to wear more bright colors. She got another piercing and changed her perfume. She’s making small steps out of her comfort zone that she’s always wanted to do. It’s a build up and I’m eagerly anticipating how this will play out because that cute expression that she’ll wear when I say yes is going to be worth it.” 

Vanpelt smiled, walking over and giving Jane a kiss on his cheek. 

“That’s so sweet.” 

He grinned, gesturing to Vanpelt. 

“See, ladies like considerate men. Take notes fellas.” 

“I think I’m good.” Cho replied, heading back to meet Lisbon. Rigsby’s eyes just followed the redhead. 

“In your case, maybe just ask Vanpelt.” 

Risgby stumbled over his words at the insinuation before he excused himself. Jane chuckled under his breath, watching as you gave a rundown. From the way Lisbon turned to provide instructions, he knew they were about to head back and do some old fashioned research. Nods were exchanged and they all started moving to the cars. 

“We’re heading back to the precinct, turns out our victim had some angry customers at his dealership. We might have to run through a few alibis.” Lisbon explained. 

“I understand. Can I have a ride back with you (Y/N)?” 

You smiled, nodding eagerly. 

“Of course.”

Jane returned the smile and Lisbon rolled her eyes playfully. 

“No funny business Jane!” She called. 

He made a halo gesture and you giggled as you waved the rest of the team off. You all dispersed to head into your separate cars. Jane jumped into the front seat with you, moving from side to side after he buckled his seatbelt. 

“Onward!” 

His childish actions always seemed to brighten your day. Pulling out of the driveway, you kept your eyes ahead. 

“So what kind of music do you like?” He quizzed. 

“I guess I kind of like a bit of everything. I grew up listening to the older Rhythm and Blues, so there might be a bit of bias there. What about you Jane?” 

“The classical stuff I would say. Anything soothing.” 

“Somehow that’s exactly what I pictured.” 

He laughed. 

“Really, I seem like the type?” 

“Yes. Despite all the craziness I think you try to keep a balance, hence the classical tunes.” 

“Hmm, careful, I might get the wrong idea. I might just fall in love with you if you keep reading me like this.” 

You blushed despite yourself, playing it off with a laugh. 

“You have a beautiful smile (Y/N).” 

The comment caught you a bit off guard. With a bashful nod, you tried to stay focused on the road ahead. Because the way things were going, if he delivered anymore compliments you might accidentally crash the car.

“Thank you, Jane.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

You didn’t have to look over to know he was still smiling at you. Possibly with that little gleaming twinkle in his blue eyes. 

A part of you wished the ride back had been longer. Jane tapped your roof with a smile as you dropped him off to follow your own lead on the case. He was smiling all the way inside the building. 

When he was finally out of sight you pressed your head on the steering wheel. 

“Another missed opportunity.” 

You could have asked him then, but you blew it. 

This was becoming a recurring thing. Your intention was to pull out, but you glanced at his seat, and the cellphone caught your eyes. It’s clear it had slipped out of his pocket. 

“I should return it.” 

There’s no way you could just leave it there. You would spend the entire day staring at it if you did. 

Parking the car, you grabbed the phone, heading into the building. Pushing past the doors, you   head to the elevator. He was standing next to it, waiting. 

“Jane!” 

He turned at the call. 

“Oh, couldn’t get enough of me could you.” 

With a shy smile you shake your head, holding out your hand. 

“You left your phone in my car.” 

He patted his pockets. 

“How strange, that usually never happens.” 

He was still smiling at you, and there was just something in his tone that hinted at another motive. He took the phone and you shifted on your feet, wondering if maybe you’d been given another chance. 

“Jane.” 

“Yes.” 

He seemed extra attentive, and you opened your mouth to finally own up, but the doors of the elevator parted and Lisbon and the rest of the team came bounding out. 

“We just caught sight of the suspect, he’s making a run for it.” Lisbon advised. You shifted into cop mode almost immediately. 

“Well I’ll just be here, waiting, all night. Come back when you’re done!!” Jane calls as you all practically sprint out the building. You just had a second to cast him one last look before you were out the door. 

He smiled to himself. 

The chase took a few hours. The guy was slippery, that was for sure. By the time you made it back to the CBI you were a little exhausted. Lisbon has assured that you didn’t have to worry about the paperwork until the morning. So there really was no reason for you to get back. You just hoped that Jane would be at his couch. You didn’t see the harm in checking. So you trailed up the stairs with the intention to finally propose the question you’d been ducking for the last two months. 

The voices of some other agents caused your steps to slow. As you got closer you began to recognize the main one. 

Kyle Truman. 

“Come on, she has a crush on the guy. No wonder she’s always sucking up to Agent Lisbon.” 

You hadn’t planned to walk in on the conversation. Bad blood between units was never unusual. But the man talking badly was someone you’d turned down when he asked you out. Kyle was never really good at handling things without a vicious word or two. Hence your instant decline to his offer. Even if you weren’t sporting a crush for Jane, Kyle would have to be the last man alive on the planet for you to even look in his direction. You knew a red flag when you saw one. You can just imagine who he was bad mouthing now. 

“(Y/N)  likes the lunatics, that’s why she’s head over heels for Patrick Jane.” 

His tone was mocking and your hurt was hard to hide. Your stomach dropped at the laughs from all three men gathered there. You turned to escape the group, but the second you did he was standing right there. 

Jane was right behind you. 

You sucked up what little dignity you had left, bowing your head as you walked past him. 

It was humiliating, being outed like that. Who you had feelings for was none of their business, but you supposed Kyle couldn’t just let it go. 

After the encounter you lectured yourself to be professional. It was your fault for being so transparent. You would do better. 

The next case you assisted on, you were careful to limit your interactions with Jane. He hadn’t done anything wrong, you were just against seeing a look of pity. It was clear from his expression that night that he knew. 

He knew about your feelings, how could he not. 

The entire time he was probably just being nice and it just made the situation worse. 

“(L/N), thanks for the tip. You really helped us out.” 

You’d given some information that caught the convict they were after. With a smile, you nodded. 

“No problem, always happy to help.” 

Regardless of the situation, getting praised from someone like Lisbon who you look up to always felt nice. Rigsy, Vanpelt and Cho offered their thanks as the SWAT team began to clear out the house and take the criminal away. You holster your gun, reaching over to remove your bulletproof vest. You barely had a chance to remove the velcro. Jane stepped in your line of view and your heart gave a quick stutter. You took an unconscious step back, trying to school your features. 

“Jane, good work today.” 

You were grateful your voice remained steady. Moving towards your car, you had no intention of exchanging anymore words. He pressed his hand to the door, and you forced yourself to look at him. 

“Are you going to avoid me forever?” 

“I don’t know what you mean Jane.” 

You weren’t about to admit anything, not to him. 

“I know that you have feelings for me. I’ve known since the second you did.” 

His words caused your jaw to tighten. It was selfish to just cut him off like you did, but rejection wasn’t exactly something you wanted to deal with. You’ve never been a very emotional person, but at that moment, you felt like you would burst into tears. 

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was being kind out of pity. I was waiting for you to ask me out.” 

Your solemn expression changed to confusion. 

“What..” 

His smile was wide and he stepped closer. 

“I wanted to see that look in your eyes when you realized that our feelings were mutual. I could tell that you were building up to it. That’s why I left my phone in your van that afternoon.”

You couldn’t believe it, he must have been messing with you. 

“I know that idiot Kyle only spoke up because you turned him down. You probably did it in the nicest way possible because you’re observant and you take special care of respecting others feelings. Even a pig like Kyle.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the accurate description of the man. 

Jane returned your smile. 

“He was being petty, and hurtful. I apologize. If I’d just been honest with you maybe your feelings would have been spared. “ 

You shook your head. 

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine for always being a coward.” 

You laughed despite yourself, running a hand through your hair. This was not how you thought the day would be going at all. Taking a breath, you straightened your form. Jane’s eyes seemed to light up when he realized what you were about to ask. 

“Patrick Jane, would you like to go on a date with me?” 

“I would love to, Agent (L/N).” 

You couldn’t hide your content, and Jane reached out, pulling you into a hug. 

“I was right, you look even more beautiful with that expression.” 

The words whispered into your ear had you blushing, as you buried your face into his chest.

[catofthecanals289]

little max maybe please?

oh i wrote this ages and ages ago and it's the beginning of something kinda long but never published. hope you enjoy this little snippet of it anyway

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Max is ten years old when he finds his mother’s packed bag hidden under a pile of laundry in a basket by the washer.

It’s the first day of the second week of school tomorrow and Max wants to wear his Sponge Bob shirt again because Willem, the boy who’s been seated next to Max said it was cool and they hadn’t talked much more that week because Willem likes playing soccer during breaks and talking to Fabian and Ruben who Max got into a fight with last year, but that first day he’d been nice and he’d asked Max if he thought Patrick was stupid too, if he found Sandy as annoying as he did and Max had had to admit that he never actually watched much Spongebob that the shirt was a gift by his uncle but Willem hadn’t seemed bothered so Max wants to wear the shirt again.

But he hadn’t found the shirt in his closet, so he’d asked his mom about it and she’d told him to not bother her, that she didn’t have time for this now, that she needed to go and do grown up stuff and that Max should be a good boy and leave mommy alone now.

She’d looked over her shoulder, had looked at Max, had looked at the hallway and back at him. She’d smiled tightly and she’d cupped his cheek for a moment, soft and gentle. But she hadn’t said anything else, so Max had run back up to his room, had checked the closet again only to still not find the shirt.

Victoria had been sitting in her room, door open, loudly making vroom noises, playing with her Barbie doll in her Barbie car and Max hadn’t asked if he could play with her, even if his dad was nowhere to be seen. He’d been still little and Victoria even little when their dad had caught Max playing with Victoria and her dolls, but Max still remember show much she had cried, how she’d wailed and hit her little fists on the floor because dad crushed the pink plastic car under the heel of his boot, when he’d ripped her doll out of Max’s hand tossed it into the trash.

Max had cried too, he thinks, but only after, and only because his cheek had hurt so much and his knuckles even more, bruised and aching because he’d still been holding the car, because he hadn’t let go in time.

But Max doesn’t want to play Victoria anyway, doesn’t care about stupid girl stuff like Barbies, knows now that boys don’t ever like those things, that there’s a difference between dolls and action figures, that there are things that are for you and others decidedly aren’t. And that’s that.

So Max had turned away from Victoria’s door and he’d climbed the stairs down into the basement and had not been scared of the laundry room and it’s cold tiles and little spiders in the corners unlike Victoria who always shrieks when she sees one. But she’s barely eight, she’s a baby, and Max isn’t anymore.

Still, when he finds the packed bag, he doesn’t understand. Even less when he finds another, close to it with stuff in it, that’s not his mom’s but Max’s. There’s the yellow Sponge Bob shirt, and his favorite trainers that he couldn’t find the other day and- And one of Victoria’s dresses, one of her books, it’s-

“Mom, are we going on vacation?” he asks, when he’s back upstairs, looking up at her, the Spongebob shirt clutched in his hand.

“What?” she says, distracted again, turning with a frown on her face that turns into a weird kind of smile quickly enough. “Honey, no. No, why would you say that?”

Chewing on his lip, Max shifts from one foot to the other. She sounds weird, voice waiver and wrong, but she does that a lot lately. “Because of the bags? Downstairs?”

“Oh.” Her breath hitches, and again she looks over her shoulder before crouching down, getting more on eyelevel with him. “Max, schatje, listen.” She smiles, again, but again, it makes Max’s stomach feel funny in a bad way. “The bags have to be our little secret, yes? Just you and me, my love.”

“But why?” Max frowns. He still doesn’t understand why the bags are there in the first place, much less why they would have to be a secret.

“Because- Because it’s a surprise,” she says after a pause, hand son his shoulders, grip a little too tight, making Max squirm. “So we can’t tell anyone. That we’ll go on a trip. Because that would ruin the surprise.”

 Still frowning, Max shakes his mother’s hands off.

“A trip where?” he asks, but in the same moment the sound of the front door interrupts them, and his mother’s expression warps, a flash of something there, then another smile, even worse as she puts her finger to her lips, a quiet request for Max’s silence, as Max’s father makes his way into the kitchen.

“Hey, buddy,” he greets Max.

Max’s mom stands there, still, right where she is, looks at Max, then at his father. She doesn’t say anything, and Max’s father doesn’t either. Not to her. He’s mad at her, Max knows because of something that happened at the barbecue last week. She’d been talking to this neighbor and Max’s dad had gotten angry and-

Max doesn’t know. He’d taken Victoria by her hand and ran to the garage with her to show her the racing track he came up with and drew on the driveway with chalk, and that had been good, that had been better. He doesn’t know what happened, just knows that his parents haven’t been talking since that day, only icy silence between them.

“Hey, dad,” Max had said dutifully and he hadn’t said anything about the packed bags, not then, not ever.

Not even that night not even a week later, when Max woke up while it was still dark to his Mom shaking him, his jacket already thrown over her arm.

“You have to get up, Max,” she’d said quickly, voiced hushed. “Honey, please. Put on your jacket. Hurry.”

She hadn’t waited for him to move, she’d pulled on his arm, had made him sit up, and stand up, had put shoes on his feet and he’d still been in his pyjama’s and she hadn’t answered when he’d asked her what was happening, why he couldn’t keep sleeping, if something was wrong, where his dad was.

“That trip, I told you about?” she’d said between putting his jacket on him and making him hold his backpack. “Our secret? We’re going on it now. You, me, and Vicky. It’s going to be so much fun, I promise. But we have to hurry. We have to leave now.”

“But-” Max had said, confused and upset, scared by her fluttery voice and moving around. The back and forth, the here and there, it’d been- “But what about dad?”

[happy74827]

The Night You Left

{!!SPOILERS!! SEASON 4 EPISODES 1-8}

[Rhys Montrose x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After an argument that went wrong in many ways, you left your boyfriend in the dust. It was only later when you eventually found it to be the biggest mistake of your life.

WC: 675

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort (ish)

This one is super short, but I wanted to get something out before the weekend ended. So... enjoy!

『••✎••』

You couldn't even remember what the two of you were arguing about. One minute you were cuddled up on the sofa, watching a Disney classic, and the next you were both screaming like a bunch of banshees.

The anger you felt, which might have been unjustified, clouded your judgment and actions. At one point, you had a nagging feeling that you had gone beyond being violent and possibly had thrown his grandma's handcrafted vase at his head. It was a little fuzzy, but if you had, he must have been quick on his feet. You didn't recall seeing any blood.

At the end of the fight, which could have been hours or minutes, you stormed out with him at your tail. His begs and pleas for you not to go, his insufferable fists on the car door to get you to open up, and his demands that both of you worked out whatever it was, were the only things that came back to you.

Thinking back, you wished you had reopened the door. You wished you could have pulled him into a hug, forgiving him for everything, but your past self was a stupid idiot. A selfish, insufferable stupid idiot.

You drove off, purposely dusting him in the process, with not a care in the world. You figured he would call you later in the evening with apologies and flowers at your doorstep, but he never did. When guilt hit you, you attempted to call, but he never picked up, and Rhys always picked up when it was you.

The silent treatment went on for days, and your calls became more and more frantic.

The things you said, the things you believed you said, were not the things you meant. Of course, they weren't. You loved him more than anything, and you wanted to let him know that. If he was going to shove you out of your life, fine, but at least he should hear the truth from you.

It was then, two days later, that you found out he wasn't actually ignoring you. He couldn't call you because he was gone. Murdered. Slaughtered down in the woods like some animal. When you watched the news, your heart sank.

You felt numb like you couldn't breathe. Memories of your smiles and laughter from the early days of your relationship - the good times - surrounded your brain. His flirty personality that got you hooked, the British accent that made anything sound like Heaven, his absurd love for alcoholic beverages, the way he would prioritize forehead kisses over lip kisses, the smile he'd give you when you came into view, his hands... God, his goddamn writer hands...

The more you drank, the more he appeared in your apartment. The irony was that, although he was a figment of your imagination, he scolded you for drinking and reminded you it was his job, not yours. He would hold your hand, wipe your tears, and act as though he had never left. But in reality, he was never there.

From time to time, you still felt his lips hovering over yours, giving you the same tingly feeling you had always experienced. You believed it to be him staying around you, like the Patrick Swayze movie you used to watch together. He always hated it, but because you loved it so much, he tolerated it.

A few days after his body was found, and his funeral was held, new evidence suggested that some random, mentally ill college kid had murdered Rhys. It was hard to believe that such a pleasant and charismatic man like Rhys could be taken away so suddenly by someone who lived too much in their head.

After the article was published, explaining the whole ordeal, Rhys became forgotten by many. The man who was running for mayor was swept into the far abyss, and people moved on with their lives. But you were still drowning in your liquor.

You were drowning and the one person who could pull you up was gone. No one else cared.

[onlylivingboyinsanmyshuno]

Dearest Diary,

This past week has been such a bore. The only interesting points was Phoebe came back from her trip to Windenburg. Surprisingly, she actually did what I requested and asked around a bit about the Crale family and didn't find much interesting. His father is a veterinarian and the sister apparently has avoided all social engagements since her debut in favor of her riding. She says its all very provincial and middle class, but in the case of Patrick the apple has fallen far from the tree as they say.

She suggested that in any case, I should introduce him to Father, as people might begin to talk if our relationship continues without proper formalities. I must admit, I hadn't thought of that, but Phoebe's right (as usual...).

We passed by the Moodys on our walk, and Conrad was there with his brand new car! Of course, it wasn't ladylike to ogle stare so we continued on our way, but as we discussed his campaign we both agreed that it was so strange how he was still a bachelor despite how last spring all the girls in town were practically falling over their feet trying to talk to him at the Founder's Ball. I can't shake the feeling that there's something I'm missing.

On a rather more trivial note, I couldn't help but notice that Phoebe was wearing the same dress she wore last week. I suppose it's not my place to comment, but one would think she'd have more variety in her wardrobe. And her hat! It's far too similar to one of my own favorites. I wonder if she went to the same milliner as me. It's natural thing to admire someone's good taste, but quite another to mimic it so blatantly. I do wish she'd find her own style rather than borrowing so heavily from mine.

I've resolved to ask Patrick over for tea next Monday, and I hope I can decide what to wear by then. The idea of introducing him to Father makes everything feel so very real, so tangible. It's one thing to enjoy each other's company on the few occasions we have run into each other, but quite another to take a step that could lead to marriage. The very word sends a thrill and a shiver down my spine. I find myself both drawn to the idea and hesitant, knowing that it's a decision that will shape the rest of my life.

[whaledocboi]

oc shitpost blast idgaf

matthaeus looks mean and scary and stares with the force of a thousand suns, but he's actually pretty chill and fairly well adjusted. rasalas is the one who's contemplating murder suicide more often than you'd think.

rasalas came back wrong (from almost dying) except he's always been like that. and he's very annoyed by it always being brought up (because he's still nice, just doesnt take as much shit anymore)

modern au matt works for viktoria's old money generational wealth historical noble family as the head of security, elias and viktoria are dating, but none of them connected the dots about it (elias i dont know what my father does for work, viktoria i didnt think every blonde person is related, matt i assumed it was literally anyone else named viktoria) until once they accidentally run into each other when viktoria brings elias over to her big ass mansion. the vibes are mortifying for a moment.

cal ineracted with matt once before deciding i dont know how to hit on this man so he has to die. his daughter needs to die even harder because she makes fun of me, but unforchie if i so much as poke her viktoria will have me killed in my sleep. (not to mention matthaeus who would kill me himself while im awake) what a difficult life im leading. proceeds to do nothing about any of this

rip elias you would've loved being an annoying jock with a beat up old pickup truck. being an annoying almost knight with a big ass work horse is close enough though

baltazar would have all these edgy insane clown posse-esque songs in his playlist and then right next to it theres katy perry california girls. azrel doesnt listen to music (type of person to sit in silence for a 2 hours long car ride alone)

at any given place any given time period baltazrel would encounter people who are like, these two should Not be put in positions of power, thats a dangerously unstable violent attack dog only held back by a manipulative gaslighting way too ambitious psycopath, to which they always react with genuine offense and omg noo how could you say that. look how normal we are. and then get in positons of power and do exactly what the people warning about them said they would do

in a human au azrel is like actual patrick bateman, corporate girly 50 step morning routine unsettlingly perfect appearance at any time of the day unsettlingly polite and charming behaviour, nobody really knows anything about what she does or who she is outside of work. maybe she's just very good at separating her work life and private life. and her weird obnoxious asshole probably unemployed roommate friend sibling or dating question mark (baltazar) who purposefully plays call of duty with a voice changer so he sounds like a girl to make cod bros as mad as humanly possible. not really in the feminist way he just likes pissing people off. they definitely have killed someone and had a dismembered body in their freezer before at some point, unclear if it was an accident or not

[fanficfanatic000]

Eddie munson x female reader

Chapter 6 (Yes sweetheart) Story :(i just moved to hawkins) Warning 18+content spoilers ahead

In the car Driving to eddies trailer where I will have to tell Eddie's uncle the truth basically the truth "You okay? You look tense " He raises one eyebrow asking.

"Im just a little nervous about talking to your uncle." "Oh…" You weren't sure what to say to eddie next after that response of his. "Steve: Okay y/n we're here." You look out your window and you're outside of Eddie's trailer. "Ok edds what do you want me to grab of yours?" "Well my guitar pick on my chain on my tv stand and a extra hellfire shirt it should be on my floor. my room is down the hallway to the right….and tell my uncle that ….i love him " you smile "no problem edds " You get out and shut the door and you walk in there's not much life its clean but the lights aren't on. you go down the hallway into Eddie's room you pick up one of his jackets and a pack of cigarettes fell out. You picked the cigarettes up and the hellfire shirt that was underneath. He will definitely thank me for these. Okay now the guitar pick you walk over to the TV and you grabbed the black guitar pick on the chain and you see tiny letters Percy munson.. hmm you hear a shot gun being cocked back.

"What are you doing in eddies room?!" You turn to see eddies uncle. Wayne "I-i know eddie he's my freind just let me explain" he puts the gun down "look eddie didnt kill chrissy Cunningham or patrick he is okay but its not safe for him to be here right now. Not until we catch whoever did kill them. And he wanted me to let you know…. he loves you but I have to go " He sat there he didn't talk anymore But he gave you a look to go. You're running when you see a hole in the ceiling hm and youre out of the trailer you run to the car and hopped in and steve took off driving to the next location. You gave eddie his shirt and put the guitar pick in his open hand then you showed him the pack cigarettes "bet you need these." "Yes yes yes! Thankyou sweetheart" A smile instantly on his face. Everyone but steve .looks at you and eddie surprisingly Then Eddie shoots you a look and you could almost instantly read his face. It said Did I just call you that infront of everyone. You nodded your head "We're here okay go grab your stuff" You got out of the car and you walked through the door and walked to your room and you grabbed your boots, your ripped black jeans, and your tank top that you changed into after days of being in the same clothes. You grabbed your favorite Hoodie and a bag of your favorite chips and you headed towards the door when suddenly you hear "y/n?" "Oh hi mom i gotta go to mini mart bye " "Y/n where have you been i thought Brenner took you" "who's Brenner?" "Y/n i nevermind that im just glad your safe" "who the hell is Brenner?!" You remember something a man with white hair saying "number 9 i need you to lift the weight with your ability" the lights flashed and you threw the weight across the room then your nose bled. "Dr Brenner was your father but he did experiments on you and many other little kids at hawkins lab" "mom im from hawkins " "well about that im not your mother a woman who was named Catherine Denmark was" "then how did i end up here with you?" "Dr Owen's he sent you with me where you would be safe from brenner but under circumstances i we had to move back to hawkins" then you had another memorie Of getting a tattoo removed on your left wrist of. 0.09 "i had a tattoo didnt i?" "Yes you did but owen had it removed… im sorry y/n i had to keep you safe from him." And you remembered all the memories you tried to lock away from yourself but now you remember you used your powers but you were never strong enough for him until one day the day you almost killed Brenner. The day El escaped they were driving after Mike and El on his bike and the van eleven flipped it had you inside tracking every turn they made you remember being tired very tired but they wouldn't quit "Find her number 9" They shocked you if you resisted "go left" You were young older than El but still young. "Number 9 stop resisting and find her" They shocked you until you had enough "Noo!" The van flipped it wasn't El it was you who did it then she got away and Brenner brought you back to the lab you had blood from your nose all over your chest Owen was furious that Brenner pushed you so far that you had almost died. So he sent you away he told Brenner that you died. "I-i have to go but ill be back whenever i get back but i still love you mom" "i love you daughter" It's not like you didn't know you had some kind of ability cause somethings you noticed but you just thought you were crazy. Like when a glass cup on you dresser full of water fell when you were getting frustrated at homework or like when the bathroom light would flicker when you got angry at your mom and locked yourself in there. You ran out the door got in steves car "drive" Steve starts to drive to the old abandoned train where you and eddie will be hiding out next

"Were here" everyone gets out. You look around then you climb on the train car to sit on the ledge and eddie sees you so he decides to sit next to you "hey princess youve been acting odd since we stopped by your house are you okay?." "I cant lie to you so no im not." "Want to talk about it?" "I guess… but I think I should with everyone" "heyy guys y/n has something to tell us right now" everyone took a seat somewhere on the ground or a rock or just leaned on a tree "so when you guys told me about el it sounded familiar i didnt know why but it did. Until i walked in my house and my mom was worried about me because of a guy named brenner my father but he is the owner of hawkins lab and it turns out i was one of the kids that were in the lab then i remembered everything but then i got sent away to keep me safe from him and im r-really freaking the fuck out and it feels like i cant breath… you of course sent yourself in a panic attack you've only had a couple through your life but you had a good reason for this one You try to breathe but it is heavy "y/n look at me breathe in… breathe out now its gonna be okay its gonna be. Okay" Eddie's voice helped calm you down faster than you ever have. He held you close to him as you calmed from your panic attack. The group was concerned about you having a panic attack.

[sheila--e]

2am. Lets rate la squadra.

n1 is Risotto, personally I find his design extremely pleasing to look at both anime and manga wise, his ability more iconic than the bad it references, himself more iconic than risotto the food (because when I go to the supermarket and see risotto I think of him) and his fight extremely cathartic at the time (now u see me liking Doppio but back when I fucking hated him, so seeing him get his ass beat was awesome and left an impression.)

2 is Ghiaccio, his design is silly and I like it (big fan of his glasses), I LOVE that his stand is a fursuit and I love more that he's a perpetual motion machine fueled by deeply rooted anger issues, we should all love him more because he made dear Giovanna drive his car straight to a frozen lake like a fucking idiot. My biggest complaints is that we didn't see more of him, frankly... he also should've had waves.

3 would be(even tho I normally rate him the lowest out of principle) Illuso. What can I say about him? Not only do I wanna twirl his gorgeous brown pigtails and call him my beautiful queen but I also wanna hit him with wet cables; he truly is multifaceted. His fight with Abbachio was unforgettable in that it was almost straight up gay porn, man in the mirror also looks like a cute little flight captain bird and I think that's silly. This man is gorgeous and should've been at the club and not the mafia killing little autistic girls' big sisters.

4 is surprisingly Pesci! Idk, I just always felt bad about him and I think he deserves at least 4th place. I think that Araki wanted to draw a fat person properly with him but he didn't know how to do a double chin and ended up fucking it up badly as usual, and we got... whatever he is. His stand has a cute name, as a remark.

5th is Prostitute, better known as Prosciutto, who I frankly forgot about until halfway through writing this. You may crucify me over this but I thought he was kinda cute when he old man'd himself tbh. Idk I don't rlly have a lot to say about him except for the fact that I like old men and his ability is to make people old... he was very mean when he didn't have to be, like bro Pesci is already going thru enough by having nowhere where his face ends and neck starts, u don't have to do this shit to him...

n6 is Formaggio, I think he was too run of the mill for me, he was good as introduction and to get Nara to blow the city up but not for anything else. He's named after cheese and his ability is called Little Feet so he always made me feel a tad uncomfortable, plus his cut is ugly (tho I can say that about many of these other dudes too lol)

number 7 and last is Melone, not bc I have anything against him but because 1 his fight barely included him and 2 the most notable thing he did was get killed. I only remember the Babyface fight cuz Giorno was getting killed and Nara went hehe he's waving at us ^___^ Also atm I didn't rlly think much of it but he's kinda weird y'all r right, like not even in the good way...

Sorbet and Gelato R not included cuz we knew jack about them. Araki just wanted to bury some gays and he made them up ig... they're ok if I have to rate them, notably I did do the soyjak face when I was watching American Psycho and Patrick said Gelato... like that's one half of the JoJo guys my mutual in law likes..