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writer-in-theory · 11 months ago

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Meet Me At Skull Rock — steddie.

For: @skjachukson as a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: T

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: N/A

Tags: childhood best friends, love confessions, first love, friends to enemies to lovers, season 4, canon divergence

Summary:

One petal he loves me, one petal he does not.

When Steve finds out that his childhood best friend is accused of murder, old feelings resurface.

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One petal he loves me, one petal he loves me not.

Steve’s little fingers shook as they plucked away at the wildflower in his hand, willing it to leave behind one solitary petal just as it had for the girl in the movie he’d watched last weekend. The loose petals gathered on his lap and in the grass around him, one errant petal clinging to his left sock.

“Whatcha doin’?” a familiar voice called loudly directly into his ear as the person practically leaped onto Steve’s back, sending him reeling forward in his attempt to remain upright where he sat. Eddie’s hands pulled at Steve’s shoulder so he could get a better look at what had taken his best friend’s attention, face scrunching up at the sight of the blue flower in his hands. “Why’s the flower look so sad?”

His eyes drifted to the small stack of petals sitting on Steve’s knee, torn at one edge from where Steve had plucked it from the center of the flower. “Why’re you hurtin’ the flower, Stevie?”

“I’m not hurting it,” Steve huffed, setting the flower down on the ground in front of him for safekeeping. He turned around in his spot in the dirt so he could face Eddie. “I’m doing magic on it.”

“Magic?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, eyes lighting up bright at the mention of the word. “Carol said flowers tell if the person you like like feels the same way.”

“What’s the flower saying now?” Eddie asked, leaning his head forward over Steve’s shoulder to get a closer look.

“I dunno,” Steve said with a tiny shrug. Normally he wanted to share everything with his best friend, but even now he could feel himself wanting to tuck the flower closer to his chest as if to protect it from view. “Didn’t finish the magic. Do you think it really works?”

“You can’t lie about magic, Stevie,” Eddie said back, relaxing into a spot on the ground beside him. “That’s the rules, so it’s gotta really work. Same as how Skull Rock has to stay a secret hideout.”

“I guess.” Steve sat the flower down on the first rock to make up Skull Rock, ready to put it out of his mind until he could ask Carol more about the magic behind it all. “We should get back to your Uncle Wayne’s, it’s almost sundown.”

“Aww, c’mon, we can stay five more minutes,” Eddie protested, though was already standing up and brushing the dirt off of his jeans. “Maybe we can get Uncle Wayne to order us pizza.”

“Race you back!”

“Hey, wait up, no fair!”

As they ran off toward the treeline of the woods, a flower lay left behind among the rocks, three lone petals hanging onto the center.

“He just disapp—Are you even listening, Steve? This is important!”

It had been years since Steve let himself feel anything for Eddie Munson. It was easier to pretend that the other man didn’t exist than to remember all of the fun they’d had as kids, or the night that his father had firmly and resolutely demanded an end to their friendship. For years Eddie Munson was nothing more than the outcast of Hawkins High who had at one time been Steve’s very best friend, back when his shoulders weren’t yet weighed down by the family name and the expectation of popularity. Even when the nerd pack had started to talk about him, it was easier for Steve to pretend that he didn’t know Eddie at all.

In truth, maybe he really didn’t know Eddie, at least not now. Because Dustin and Max were there to find him and Steve didn’t have a single clue where to start looking. At one time in their lives, Steve would have been the person Eddie came to if the entire town was looking for him, but now Steve couldn’t name a single place Eddie considered safe. They had no leads except the vague mention of a dealer Eddie had once worked with.

When had they drifted so far apart that even the local dealer knew Eddie better than Steve did?

“Are you really sure Munson would go there? I mean, any guy named Reefer Rick can’t be that trustworthy,” Steve spoke up once Dustin called him out.

“No one would check there,” Robin pointed out, already grabbing the keys to the Family Video doors. “It’s the perfect place for an accused murderer to hide.”

“He didn’t murder anyone!”

“I didn’t say he did, mini-dingus, I said he was accused of doing it. I can’t see Eddie Munson actually killing anyone.”

“No, I can’t either,” Steve sighed, following the kids as they rushed out to his car. At one time, he would have yelled at them for even daring to get near the thing, but one bad breakup and a half dozen demodogs later and it was weirder to see the car without them arguing in the backseat. “Calm down, Henderson, we’ll find him.”

Steve’s hands were tight on the steering wheel the entire ride to the lakehouse, mind racing as fast as his heartbeat despite all of his attempts to calm himself down. This was it, the inevitable meeting that he’d done his best to avoid for years. Eddie Munson needed him now and there was no hiding from it, not when the kid in the backseat of his car would be devastated by Steve doing anything but help.

Steve couldn’t say the broken bottle to his neck wasn’t deserved, given everything that had happened between him and the man holding it. He could see the fear in Eddie’s eyes that said everything—he was expecting Steve to turn him in or join the manhunt. Only a few years ago and he might’ve (though even the thought alone sent a shiver down the back of Steve’s neck), but somehow Eddie’s biggest fan had worked his way into Steve’s life and that meant that he had no choice but to stand there now ready to hear the real story about what had happened to Chrissy Cunningham in the Munson trailer.

It hurt to see Eddie so afraid, as if the man knew that the rest of the town wouldn’t accept him staying alive after the loss of their star cheerleader. Even after Robin, Dustin, and Max were able to talk him off of the ledge there was an edge of the same feral terror. It was the kind of fear that Steve knew would never completely fade even if they were able to solve this situation—the same that Steve had felt when facing down the demodogs with nothing but a baseball bat a few years earlier. Sometimes, in the middle of the night when the loneliness hit Steve full force, he’d wish that he and Eddie had more in common. He never would have wished it if the universe meant this.

“Steve should stay behind while we check out the trailer,” Robin suggested. “You know, in case anyone else finds this place before we can get back.”

“Huh?” Steve asked, finally tearing his eyes away from Eddie to face the group. “No way, Eddie can handle himself.”

“I hate to say I agree with Harrington, but Eddie can protect himself,” Eddie said.

“The whole basketball team is out there looking for you, Eddie!” Dustin practically shouted, “you can’t fight off all of them. Steve’s good at this, trust us.”

Already Steve could feel the finality in this decision, but still he had to try to dissuade them from leaving him alone with Eddie. “I’m the only one here with a car. How do you think you’re getting over there?”

“We’re resourceful. The mini-dingus will figure it out for us,” Robin said.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve was left in the boat shed of the lake house with nothing but a baseball bat of nails and the one person he dreaded being alone with. They both sat on the ground against opposite walls of the shed, each clearly trying to avoid the inevitable conversation. Maybe Steve could last this entire time without having to face Eddie, even if it meant this uncomfortably stifling silence continued.

“So the great Steve Harrington really is a hero,” Eddie spoke to break the silence first. “I didn’t believe Henderson when he told me.”

“I wouldn’t say hero.”

“I don’t know, the way the kids tell it you saved their lives with all your supreme righteousness.”

A sigh slipped from Steve at the bitterness that ran through Eddie’s words. He couldn’t even blame him after what had happened between them, after everything Steve had done.

“Look, man, it’s gonna be a long day if we can’t work together. We can just…pretend we didn’t know each other until today, or something.”

“You’re really great at pretending, aren’t you, Harrington?”

Steve winced, knowing deep down that he deserved the venom in Eddie’s words. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Eddie must have seen something in Steve’s face though, because he suddenly seemed to deflate. His features softened as he finally made eye contact with Steve for the first time since holding a broken bottle to his neck. “We covered interdimensional creatures and weird girls with magic powers…anything else I should know about?”

“The little nerds are great at getting themselves into trouble. Especially Henderson, you really have to watch out for him.”

“Yeah, I’m noticing that,” Eddie laughed. “What kid comes running after a guy accused of murder?”

“A kid who basically worships you. All year it’s been nothing but ‘Eddie this’ and ‘Eddie that’. It gets annoying hearing how great you are all the time,” Steve said with a laugh, hoping Eddie understood his lighthearted intentions.

“Tell me about it. I had to hear about how amazing you are every day. He said it so much he almost had me believing it.”

“Wow, that’s wild coming from you.”

“Is it?” Eddie asked. “I used to be that guy too, telling anyone who’d listen all about you.”

“Feels like forever ago,” Steve admitted. “Anything that happened before I knew about the Upside Down feels like a dream.”

“Damn. That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea. I keep thinking I’ve seen everything and somehow it keeps surprising me.”

“Even more of a reason to get out of Hawkins as soon as I can,” Eddie returned.

The silence that fell over them was less tense then, something a little closer to comfortable.

Steve had missed talking to Eddie, even though he’d never admit it aloud to anyone. Even Robin didn’t know that they used to be friends, that he used to-

Well, that was all history anyway.

It was just when Steve started to get comfortable that voices began to sound from outside the shed. A few of them, all sounding angry and one of them that he was sure belonged to Jason Carver. Carver had been an asshole even when Steve had still been on the team, but he never once thought the guy would start an actual manhunt for someone in town. It was all too much, everything a terrible byproduct of the Upside Down refusing to leave the town of Hawkins alone.

“We have to get out of here,” Steve whispered, climbing to his feet and looking for a quick exit.

“What happened to protecting me with that?” Eddie asked in the same hushed tone, gesturing to the bat held tightly in Steve’s hands.

“I don’t want to use it if I don’t have too,” Steve answered. “Have any ideas how to get out of here?”

“The boat,” Eddie said, pulling the sheet off of it. “They can’t follow us across the lake.”

It was a decent enough idea, so Steve followed Eddie’s lead into the boat. They tried to row out of the shed as quietly as possible, if only to solidify their lead ahead of Carver and his friends before they noticed where Steve and Eddie had gone.

Steve really thought it would work, too, until one of Carver’s friends pointed to where they were in the middle of Lover’s Lake.

“Row faster!” Eddie screamed as the guys took off after them, having no qualms about swimming in the freezing lake in the middle of March.

“I’m doing the best I can!” Steve shouted back, though sped up his movements until his upper arms burned. “Grab the bat!”

“What? I’m not gonna actually murder someone, Steven!”

“You will if it means not letting them murder us first!” Steve said, too stressed to feel triumphant when Eddie actually picked up the bat.

It all happened too fast for Steve to really process what happened. They got lucky most times they dealt with the Upside Down; no kids had actually gotten seriously hurt until the night Billy Hargrove was killed by the Mind Flayer. Steve had hoped that he’d never have to watch someone get killed in such a brutal way ever again, but then again the universe seemed to love proving Steve wrong time and time again.

Patrick McKinney had been a good guy, his only fault really being that he subscribed to whatever Jason Carver said was true. He didn’t deserve to go out in such a horrific way. Every crack of his bones made Steve’s chest tighten even more as a wave of nausea built at the thought of Patrick and Chrissy suffering so much at the hands of the Upside Down. They didn’t deserve this, no one did.

He and Eddie were silent the rest of the way to shore, the only sound being that of the oars pulling through the water.

How many more people have to get hurt before they can put an end to the Upside Down? More than once Steve had wondered if the government was wrong in choosing to keep this a secret from people. Shouldn’t the people of Hawkins deserve to know about the threat to their lives? Maybe it could have prevented this, or at least kept people from assuming Eddie was behind it all.

One thing was certain: no one would believe that Eddie didn’t do this, after seeing Patrick’s death.

“Hey, are you coming?” Eddie asked, the words sounding more distant than they should. “Steve, are you okay?”

That shook Steve out of it enough to notice that Eddie was already out of the boat and a few steps toward the tree-line. He looked…worried for Steve.

“I’m fine,” Steve said quickly, getting out of the boat and taking off after Eddie. “Just don’t get used to seeing that.”

“It’s what happened to Chrissy,” Eddie spoke, falling back to walk beside Steve. The moon was only a sliver, leaving them to fumble through the woods. Steve didn’t know where Eddie was leading them, but he was fine to allow someone else to take the lead for once. “One second she was fine, then she was…on the ceiling. I tried to help her but she wouldn’t wake up.”

“There was no way you could’ve stopped it,” Steve told him, though knew if Eddie was anything like him that he’d feel guilty about it for years after. “I don’t know why this is happening, but I do know we have a pretty good track record at stopping the Upside Down. We’ll figure this out and clear your name while we’re at it.”

“Since when is Steve Harrington such an optimist?”

“Since you told me to be,” Steve said before he could think about it.

The memory was one that still sat in the front of his mind, easily reachable whenever he felt particularly down on his situation in life. They’d been kids then, still in elementary school. Eddie had just moved to Hawkins, though, to move in with his uncle after what happened to his parents.

‘My momma said when I’m sad to always remember the sun will rise again.’

“Where are we going anyway?” Steve asked, mostly to distract himself from the fond memory. Even now, so far away from it, the thought of having lost that friendship caused an ache in his chest.

“Skull Rock,” Eddie said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “You remember it, right?”

That bitterness threatened to come back like a sharp knife in Steve’s throat.

‘Skull Rock can be our secret hideout! We gotta swear to never tell anyone about it, Stevie. Pinkie swear!’

“Eddie, I didn’t mean t-“

“You didn’t mean to start taking all of your conquests to my favorite place to get away? Or you didn’t mean to completely ditch your friend and pretend I didn’t exist?”

Now wasn’t the time, and yet with Skull Rock in view Steve knew there was never going to be another time like this. They were alone for the first time in years and vulnerable enough after what had happened on the lake to let everything out.

“You don’t get it,” Steve tried, though that seemed to only make the situation worse.

“You’re right, I don’t get it. I don’t get how you became such a royal dick so goddamn fast. King fucking Steve suddenly remembered to be embarrassed that he was friends with the devil worshipper, huh?” Eddie was yelling now, no care for the fact that the entire town would be looking for him now, after the loss of a second teenager in his presence.

And Steve, well Steve was going to let him do it. Eddie had a nightmarish day and if yelling at him made it better, then dammit Steve could take whatever Eddie had to say to him.

“I was never embarrassed of you,” Steve said, feeling the urgency building in him to correct the mistake. “I didn’t want to stop talking to you.”

“Then what, Steve? What fucking happened? Why are you even here now?” Eddie continued to yell, his movements becoming more frantic as he began pacing in front of Skull Rock. “Don’t tell me you’re here because of Henderson. You don’t risk your entire fucking life for a friend, and you definitely don’t do it for someone you left behind. Just go, alright? I’ll tell Henderson you did a great job as my knight in shining armor, ‘kay?”

”Eddie-“

”You disappeared, Steve. You left and found people who were better for your precious reputation.”

It was like something snapped in Steve. He could feel the band around his chest release, letting everything that he’d shoved down years ago come back up to the surface.

“It wasn’t my choice, Eddie! And I don’t want to see you die for this!” Steve shouted back, stunning Eddie in place. “Is that what you wanna hear? Or that maybe I brought all those girls to Skull Rock hoping I’d have an excuse to talk to you? You don’t get it, Eddie. I’m a Harrington. My dad had expectations for me, and it wasn’t until I almost failed out of high school that he realized I’d never meet them! What else was I supposed to do when he found out th-“

Silence. Steve could feel the pressure of it all around him, making it harder to breathe. It felt like he’d just gone on a run, his chest heaving with the effort to take in one breath after the other.

“When he found out what, Steve?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“What did your asshole dad find out about?” Eddie wasn’t going to drop this, not after Steve let the entire secret loose.

There was no escaping from this.

Steve sighed, finding a small crack in the rocks to focus on instead of Eddie.

“I thought everyone felt that way. I was just a kid, I said it so simply because I didn’t understand that not everyone would be nice about it. My dad…even then I knew he was an asshole, but I didn’t know he could be so mad.”

“What happened, Steve?”

“You’re really gonna make me say it.”

“I have to know.” Eddie’s voice was softer now, like he could already tell what was coming.

Steve’s hands shook where they rested at his sides. He felt like his heart might beat right out of his chest at any moment, which might be a more preferable end than whatever Eddie would do when he found out.

“D’you remember that day when I started pulling off all those flower petals?”

“Yeah, you started doing it all the time. I assumed it was for Carol.”

“Carol Perkins? God no, we’re just friends,” Steve laughed, trying to ignore the hurt as his brain corrected himself to were friends. “No I…I was wishing you felt the same way, okay?”

Eddie didn’t answer. Steve stood still, staring at the rock as he braced himself for what was going to happen. But even more time passed and Eddie still wasn’t answering him.

“You gotta say something, Eddie. Anything.” Steve hated pleading with the man, but all of his nerves felt frayed and raw as he stood there in front of his old best friend, the guy he had a crush on for too long.

“What the fuck, Harrington,” Eddie said with a heavy exhale. He didn’t sound angry though, more so in shock.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t choose t-“

“No, no, my turn to talk,” Eddie cut him off quickly. “This whole time, this whole time, King Steve Harrington has not only been gay but liked me?”

“Please don’t tell anyone. They wouldn’t g-“

“Is that why you’re suddenly friends with Buckley?”

The talk in the Starcourt bathroom was life-changing for both of them, when Robin admitted that she loved a girl in their class. It was the first time that Steve had felt like someone really understood him, that it would be okay someday, when he finally got out of Hawkins.

“How did you know?”

“We can spot each other from a mile away. I never saw you comin��, though, Steve Harrington.”

“Why do you keep saying my name like that?” Steve had imagined telling someone a thousand times over. He’d imagined telling Eddie even more than that. Each time, though, he’d never imagined a reaction like this. He had no idea what to make of it, had no clear insight into what Eddie was thinking.

“Because I’ve spent the last decade trying to tell myself I was batshit for falling for Steve Harrington, but here you are telling me this whole time you’ve felt the same somehow.” Eddie was smiling now, his voice shaking a little from the shock still lingering in him.

And that-

“You what?”

“You’re really that surprised, Harrington? Everyone at Hawkins High had some kind of feelings for you,” Eddie returned simply.

The next breath Steve took wavered as much as his hands still did, unsure of what to do next. Steve had taken many people here, and yet standing there with Eddie he suddenly forgot everything he’d once learned about being with someone romantically.

How was this possible?

“You know, this is really the worst time to find out you like me,” Steve said with a laugh. “What with the murder accusations and the supernatural…whatever the hell it is.”

“Hey, you’re the one who picked now to confess your undying love for me,” Eddie laughed back, lighter than Steve had seen him since all of this began.

“I don’t think I said it like that.”

“How about this, Harrington. You figure out a way to get me out of all this, and we’ll ride off into the sunset together.”

Steve had tried to picture his future dozens of times, each time coming up more unsure than the last. Now, though, with everything off his chest and the knowledge that Eddie feel the same way for him, he knew there was something to look forward to.

So he stepped forward, daring himself to be braver than he’d ever been before. The kiss was quick and feather-light, but there all the same. Steve grinned at the look of pure shock and wonder on Eddie’s face when he stepped back. “You have yourself a deal, Munson.”

“Okay, we clearly missed something here.” When Steve turned, he saw Max, Dustin, and Robin standing there in front of them. Robin was grinning mischievously, like she already knew how she would pry the details out of Steve. “We said protect him, Steve, not woo him.”

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romanarose · 5 months ago

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About a Girl: Chapter 7

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Series Masterlist : The Last of Us Masterlist : Full Masterlist

Summary: No specific week but I needed this chapter to keep things straight.

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

A/N: Okay heavy on the drug use and abuse warning

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

Kayla watched Joel, Tess, Tommy, and a woman she could only assume was Tess’s ‘girlfriend’ laugh on the other side of the bar. Of course, none of them knew she was here. Last time she saw Sarah was 2 months ago, Joel refusing to let her see her own daughter. He didn’t have the right to do that, then just leave her at home while he went out drinking. Kayla stood in the corner near the entrance. That’s when she saw her. She was hard to miss, tall like an amazon and blue in her hair walked in. Pushing herself off the bar, Kayla walked right into her, spilling her drink all over Joel’s whore girlfriend. She looked like a skank with her tight black clothes and crop top.

“Oh shit!” She didn’t sound too irritated at first, but when Kayla shoulder checked her and made an exit, Blue shouted after her. “What’s your problem?”

Kayla just kept walking. Clearly, she didn’t recognize her. They were very different; Blue wasn’t Joel’s type, she was probably just a phase. Something to distract him, to stick his dick into. She’d never be her.

Joel saw you walk across the bar, joining him, Tommy, Tess and Talia for drinks. Max would be here, said he was introducing a ‘friend’, which probably just meant a woman he was sleeping with behind his wife’s back. Joel had once tried to out him at a work party, mentioning a lady friend of Max’s he’d met to his wife.They got in a fight, but she didn’t leave him. She was a sweet lady, didn’t deserve his shit but with their kids and being a stay at home mom, she had no options.

Joel noticed you were cringing, waving your hands as if drying them. Were your clothes wet? He couldn’t tell in your all black.

“Baby?” He stood up from the booth, walking to you. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “Some bitch just spilled her drink on me?”

Talia stood up now, looking you over. “What? Why?”

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “But it was full, now I’m fucking soaked.”

Joel began to take off his flannel, white tee shirt underneath. “Here-”

“Oh no, cowboy,” You chuckle. “I’ve stolen enough of your clothes.”

Talia and Tess ushered her to the girls bathroom. “C’mon, we’ll swap around.”

When you come out, you’re wearing Talia’s tank top and Tess’s brown jacket, and looking damn good in it.

You snuggle up to Joel in the corner as his phone buzz’s, showing Tommy’s name. Joel flips it open to see a text and a pic after a little notification that he was being charged extra for said picture. It’s the babysitter, Jess, and Sarah at the park, eating pop tarts. Joel smiled.

You lean in, smiling too. You and Sarah had grown close, sweet girl that she was, and you were even added to the approved pick up list at daycare, a list only Joel, Tommy, Tess and Frank were on. Kayla was not on that list, you thought to yourself smugly as you looked at the happy picture.

Joel had tried, he really did, but he had to lay out a few rules. Kayla cannot have Sarah over night, and she can’t leave town. No home visits until Joel is sure Sarah is safe. This lead to some fights, some names being called. Blue was once next to Joel during one of these, where Joel said he wanted the first visit supervised. He offered to let Kayla come to his home, to go to a park, hell he’d pay for Chuck E. Cheese, but she wasn’t taking Sarah alone. The things Kayla called him caused you to try and take the phone out of Joel’s hands to cuss her out, but he remained calm and refused. He was far more reasonable with her than you’d be. Joel had complete and total rights and could legally refuse to let Kayla anywhere near her if he wanted to. But he didn’t want to.

Still, you’d stepped in as a mother figure in a lot of ways. You were careful not to overstep or make the girl uncomfortable, nor to ut yourself in a position that would devastated her if you and Joel broke up. Still, she was a special kid. She was sweet, packing things in her lunch for Ellie because she said Ellie just gets sandwiches, no treats. She brought you home art she made just for you. Once, when you picked her up to take her out to the farm, Sarah made a hanging suncatcher out of tissue paper and gave it to you. You hung it from the mirror in your car, and the next time you picked her up, when Sarah saw it was still there, she was bouncing so excitedly you’d barely gotten her buckled in. You valued the things she gave you.

You loved how she cared for everyone around her. Frank clearly adored her, sweet man that he was. They worked on art all day, and sometimes you drove out to the farm to find them playing soccer. She would tell you excitedly what she did with Frank all day, or that Bill let her sit in the tractor and ‘drive’. Sarah adored ‘auntie Tess’ and had been growing close to Talia. Talia barely had any family and mentioned Sarah would be a cute flower girl.

Nothing compared to the shenanigans shed get into with Tommy. Sometimes they’d come home with scrapes and bruises but always smiling. Once they burst into the door soaking wet, saying theyd decided to jump into the creek even though it was fall. Joel always fussed over the little things with her, like warming her up after the cold of the creek, but it was harmless fun, the little girl was having the best life possible.

But there was no one in the entire world Sarah loved more than her daddy. It was always “Daddy says-” and “Daddy thinks-” and her little face lighting up whenever she sees him. They frequently fell asleep on the couch together when you came over for movies, cuddled up under blankets and snoring. It was sweet.

“Here comes Max.” Talia mumbles and you and her lock eyes. She didn’t like Max either and honestly you weren’t sure why Tess kept inviting him places. It was the end of harvest, so they all were out celebrating so I guess it would be rude not to but fuck, you didn’t like this guy. “And his new lady.”

Tess looks up. “Oh shiiit. Joooooel?”

He’s with the bitch who threw her drink on you, but Tess didn’t know that… who was she to Tess? She was pretty, medium dark skin, long, long hair. It had a little curl, like Joel’s but without the premature grays.

“What the fuck?” Joel mumbles and now you're confused.

You grab his hand. “Baby? Do you know her?” The way his face gets hot and chest rises, you get a bad feeling.

“Yeah, that… Kayla��”

You head whips over to Joel. “What? She’s the one who spilled a drink on me?”

“What-”

But Tess was already getting up to confront them, despite Talia trying to hold her back.

“I fucking told you if I saw your bitch ass face again I was gonna pop you!”

Max’s eyes go wide, but makes no attempt to protect Kayla. “Hey! What the hell is going on!”

Tess turns to him with a harsh glare. “Do you seriously have no idea who she is?” Max’s head shaking looks convincing enough, because she points a finger in Kayla’s face. “This is Joel’s shit ex-wife, who I’m willing to bet seduced you to get back into Joel’s pants!”

By now, you and Joel were stood up, so was Tommy who’d made his way to the others. You wanted to give Kayla a piece of your mind, but you could tell Joel needed you.

“He never married ‘er” Tommy corrected. “Purposfully got pregnant and got close, but no cigar.”

Kayla crossed her arms at Tess and Tommy. “Our baby was a gift from God. and you need to mind your fucking business.”

“Don’t you fucking-!”

But Max shoved Tommy, yelling at him not to talk to his ‘woman’ like this. This briefly created a scuffle between the men, but Joel left your side, getting between them.

“Hey! Hey!” He grabbed Tommy’s shoulders, whispering harshly for him to stop. Joel turned to Kayla. “You planned this. I know you fucking did, what do you want? Sarah ain’t here.”

Joel could be so smart, but so naive sometimes. She didn’t want Sarah, Sarah was a product of her obsession. She wanted Joel.

“Nothing, I’m just seeing Max.” She continued, arms still crossed,

Tess huffed. “Yeah, his wife know about that?”

Kayla ignored her.

Joel left Tommy, walking up to his ex. She was smaller than him but quite a bit, Joel towering over her. Made you aware of the height you had on her. You didn’t usually mind that you and Joel were the same height, but right now it was stark how different you looked from the cute, petite ex.

“I just find it funny you’re here instead of with Sarah. So she can have a baby sitter, but can’t see her mom?”

Joel was clearly trying to keep an even temper. “Kay, I told you, you can see her but the first visit gotta be supervised and no-”

“I HAVE A RIGHT TO SEE HER!”

“No you don’t, the courts took that-”

Then you saw it. Before you could move, Kayla balled up a fist and punched Joel right in the throat. Tess caught him as Joel stumbled back, Talia jumping out of the booth to check on him. Tommy looked ready to throat punch her back, but Tommy wasn’t the kind of guy to hit a women.

You, however, weren’t a man.

You jump her, grabbing a fistpull of her shirt and punching her once, twice, three times before she got a hit back, kicking you between the legs. You begin to fall to the floor, but grab her hair and take her down with you, using gravity to your advantage. Surprised by the fall, you use the fact she’s coughing on the ground from the impact to climb on top of her. Kayla gets a punch or two in, but for every hit you get three. It’s not until you feel arms around you, Tess and Tommy, and you’re pulled away that your realize you’ve broken her nose.

Max helps her up, and despite taking a beating, Kayla is still screaming at you and Joel. “You fucking cunt! He’ll never love you, you gangly skank!” You almost go to hit her again when Talia places a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head, seeing her and then seeing Joel. He’s holding his throat, still coughing and struggling to breath. You want Kayla dead.

Tess shouts at Max, who stood dumbly at the sidelines rubbing his two brain cells together to try and process what was happening. “Get her out of here or I swear to god, I’m gonna let Blue kill her!”

Max does as he’s told, looking confused as he pulls a still-shouting Kayla away.

You all get kicked out of the bar.

After making sure Joel wasn’t dying, Tess and Talia said their good byes, driving off to Tess’s place that Talia had just moved into. Tommy fretted over Joel’s throat, but once Joel shooed him away, humiliated, Tommy said he’d go home and watch Sarah so you two could talk, but expected a conversation tomorrow.

You sat in Joel’s truck, parked near a pond. Your Nirvana cassette was playing quietly, a few honks of geese in the background as well as crickets made quite the orchestra.

“She ever hit you before?” You ask, quietly.

He sighs. “Sometimes, yeah. But not like that.”

Blood boils in your chest, fists clenching at the idea of hurting such a sweet, good man. She knew, she fucking knew he’d never stand up to her, that he’d never ht a woman none the less his girlfriend or the mother of his child. She knew he was too gentle, too loving, too good.

“What… how else? If you wanna tell me. Don’t gotta, I swear.” You needed to know. Really, you wanted every single detail so you could make him pay… But admitting this sort of thing took time.

Joel wouldn’t look at you, shame on his face as he fidgeted. “Mostly slapping, some pushing. Nothing that left a mark.”

Of course not. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Joel.”

Joel huffs out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head and you see wetness in his eyes. “Of course it is! I let a woman hurt me, I let her cheat on me, I let her neglect my daughter, I let her- Blue I’m a shit dad and a shit boyfriend and I probably had it coming and-”

“Stop!” You said, a little louder than you meant to. The vein in his neck bulges in tension and you feel bad for scaring him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry just…” You reach for his hand. “You didn’t deserve it, Joel. Please look at me? Please?” When Joel turns to face you, the tears threaten to spill over but never quite do. Still, his face is red despite is tan skin and his hand is shaking, jaw clenched. “You could never, ever deserve someone hurting you, especially someone who was supposed to love you. You don’t ever talk bad about her, won’t let Tommy or Tess talk bad, you’re respectful even after everything. You deserve better than her.”

He swallowed thickly. “I have better. Better than I deserve.”

You can’t help shaking your head. “You deserve everything good in this world, Joel Miller.” You kiss him gently, tender, softness in his lifes a contrast to the abuse he suffered. You sweet, sweet man… “And you are not a bad dad, Joel Miller. You’re the best dad that little baby could ask for, don’t you ever let me catch you talking that shit again, okay? You’re a good dad.” a kiss, a soft whimper from his abused, sore throat. “A good brother.” A kiss, his chest rising. “A good friend.” A kiss, his teeth gently biting your bottom lip as you pull away. “And the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I love you, cowboy, with everything in me, so does all your family. And you deserve all that and more.”

Joel and you let the evening slip away like that, innocently kissing by the pond while In Utero played on repeat, but Joel didn’t mind. Sometimes, you’d stop to explain a song to him, why songs like ‘Rape Me’ are not what he thinks they are about. These conversations lead to him opening up about more in his life. It was easier with you.

He told you about Kayla, how it wasn’t just the physical. That would almost be easier. The way she’d accuse him of cheating if he didn’t want to have sex, making him feel obligated to never say no to avoid a huge fight. He confessed, for the first time out loud, that he thinks Tommy has PTSD and thats why he’s turning to drugs and alcohol. He says it's getting worse, and while Tess was always a casual user in a club, Tommy was using more and more even as Tess quit. He said how he thought Talia was so good for Tess in that aspect and he was so happy for them, but he was also worried because now no one was there to watch Tommy. He quickly followed this by reiterating that he didn’t mean he wanted Tess to use again, it was simply his thoughts from the perspective of a brother.

He told you he was worried about Sarah’s friend, Ellie. That they’d had a play date as his house, that Joel and Tommy had to have a background check before it happened. He said he was worried about Ellie, that when he cooked up some chef boyardee, she devoured it down so fast he made another can because she seemed so hungry. Said her clothes were dirty and her hair messy. You promised to check on her the next time you picked up. You were a mandatory reporter, and although this could just be an off day, or she had been out playing before the playdate, if she still looked a mess you’d make an anonymous report. He felt reassured after that. You always knew what to do.

As for you, you told him about how your family rejected you when you came out as gay, kicking you out on the streets where you met Talia. You tell him about the hard times in homeless shelters, scrambling to find food and work when your parents held your social security card hostage. How, just when they’d finally begun to allow you back into their home occasionally, you’d realized you weren’t actually gay, you were trans, and it all started all over again. You tell him about Jeff, the older man in the Austin gay scene who took in homeless youth, how you held his hand as he took his last breath, Joel pulled you close, sliding you up right next to him as you cried at the memory.

By the time you and him drove home, he felt like he knew you on a whole other level, a way he’d never felt with Kayla. You knew him like no one else did.

And then you and him walk into his house, and that happy bubble pops.

“Tommy?” Joel calls. “Sarah? We’re home, sorry it took so long- SHIT! Blue!”

Tommy was on the couch, band around his arm and a needle on the floor.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” Joel runs over to him, moving the needle out of the way and smacking him on the face. “Tommy! Wake up!” Her turns to where you are standing, frozen and scared. “Find Sarah, please…” Joel’s voice cracks even as Tommy gains consciousness.

You run outside first, to the backyard. If she’s inside you can find her easier but if she’s outside, you needed to get to her before she got to a street. When you get there, you find Sarah happily playing with her Furby and barbie dolls in the grass.

“Hi Blue!” She smiles at you, and you run down the deck to hold her. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Sweet, empathetic girl. You bury your face into her hair, your heart racing with relief that she was safe. “Yeah baby, everything is great.” Tommy. He had started getting conscious when you left the room, was he okay? You knew he did club drugs, just jesus christ, heroine? You check the yard. It was secure, safe. She wasn’t getting out. “Stay here Sarah, okay?”

“Mhm.” She was preoccupied with her games, unaware as to what is happening inside.

You get inside, running into Joel in the hallway. “She’s okay, she’s just sitting in the yard.”

Joel opens his mouth, about to go outside to check on here when he hears Tommy mutter something about I told you so. His face hardens with a darkness you’d never seen before, and Joel turns around to storm at his brother. When he raises a fist, you run up and catch it, preventing Joel from hitting the wobbly, out of it younger man.

“YOU”RE DOING HEROINE IN FRONT OF MY DAUGHTER!” He bellows, screaming at Tommy in a way that is making you nervous. Once Joel lowers his fist and you feel safe, you quickly pull out your phone and text Tess ‘Joel’s house NOW. 911.’

Tommy puts his hands up defensively. “Relax, man, she’s not here, she’s outside.”

His large chest rises, posturing, but when he talks you can here his voice breaking. “You’re supposed to be watching her! She’s 5, Tommy! Five! She’s just a baby! You can’t leave her alone she’s just a baby! I’m supposed to trust you! Of all people, I should be able to trust YOU! BUt you leave my baby alone!”

You got the feeling this was half about Tommy, half about the fact Kayla left an infant Sarah alone to scream while she cheated on Joel. He never forgave himself for that, and he’ll never forgive himself for this.

Tommy looked sick, like he wasn’t paying attention. His eyes kept crossing. You leave Joel’s side to grab him, guiding him to the couch where you sit with him. You’d seen plenty of heroin use back in the day. “You need to sit. How much did you take?”

Tommy mumbles an answer, and you sigh in relief, looking up to Joel. “I think he’ll be okay, it’s not a lot.”

He blinks at you. “Oh good, Blue, that’s just great. Just a little bit of heroine, no big deal-”

“I didn’t say that-”

“Who cares that he’s a coked up, alcoholic addict who left Sarah alone to wander off! Who cares about that!”

“Don’t shout at me!” You yell, still holding Tommy. “Don’t you dare imply I don’t care about Sarah! I’ve seen people die from heroin and I’m just trying to tell you your brother won’t be one!”

You expected him to start apologizing, like he usually did if he snapped at anyone, but instead, he surprised you. Joel turned around, pulled at his hair and shouted. It wasn’t at you. You weren’t scared he’d hurt you and it didn’t seem like he was trying to scare you. He wasn’t even shouting at Tommy. He was just… shouting, like everything had been building, and building and it was now an involuntary action. Watching in quiet, you and Tommy can see his body shaking as he breathed deep. You wanted to hold him but you didn’t think it was the right time.

Slowly, Joel steadies himself. You can tell he's doing the breathing you taught him. When he turns around, he’s crying. “I’m sorry.” That’s all he says. You don’t want to say it's okay, because it's not. But it will be. You love him, and you knew him well enough that this wasn’t an intimidation tactic. You’d work through it. “I texted Tess, she’s on her way to get Tommy to watch him.”

He nodded, then turned, muttering about getting Sarah to bed. It’s dark.

When Joel came down stairs, Sarah fast asleep, he saw Tommy sleeping in your arms with you fingers to his neck, Tess and Talia sitting with him. “He okay?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “I’m just making sure he stays okay.”

Joel nods, then looks to the other women. “”M sorry you got dragged into this.”

Talia promises it’s okay, but Tess stands to be by her friend. “It’s alright, Joel. He knows he wasn’t supposed to do this shit at home.”

Sucking in a breath, Joel reminds Tess tha this is heroin, and he shouldn’t be doing it at all. “He needs help, Tess. He need rehab and therapy and-”

“Joel, you know damn well he ain’t gonna go.”

Joel breathes in, then breaths out. “Well he can’t come here until he’s clean. Heroin, coke, molly, all of it-”

“Joel-”

“I’m not doing it, Tess! I can’t! There is a needle in my house where Sarah plays, what if she walked inside and found it!”

Tess was silent. She had taken the needle and wrapped it up, putting it in her purse for proper disposal, she knew how dangerous they could be.

Joel continued. “What if Kayla came here and saw him? I could lose my parental rights and she’d be up, she could gain full custody after that and she would be right too! Jesus! I don’t think you guys understand what happened here!”

“I do.” You spoke up. “I understand Joel, i think we all do. And I think it’s a good idea for Tommy to go to rehab and get help. I’m just trying to focus on making sure he’s okay right now, alright?” You speak gently, calmly. Like you’re explaining these to your school kids; clear, not condescending.

It was all becoming too much for Joel, you knew. He opens his mouth to speak when you hear the pitter patter of bare feet on the floor. “Daddy?” Sarah appears in a little onesie, scarf in her hair, rubbing her eyes. “I heard yelling.”

Seamlessly, Joel going into parent mode, picking her up in his arms and speaking soft words. “Sorry baby, that was the TV, we had it too loud.”

Sarah surveys the room, clinging to her dad. Kids often can tell when something is wrong. “I wanted to say goodnight to uncle Tommy… is he sleeping?”

Wincing, Joel responded. “Yeah baby. He’s asleep.”

“Oh… can I give him a goodnight kiss?”

Joel walked Sarah over to Tommy with a nervous energy. He knew nothing could hurt her, but it didn’t help him. He let Sarah lean over. “Uncle Tommy’s gonna leave for a little bit, so say goodbye.”

“Why?”

“He just has to take care of things, don’t you worry your pretty head about it.”

Sarah kissed Tommy’s sleeping forehead, whispering sweet dreams. Then, she sang twinkle twinkle little star while stroking his hair. She looked at you when Joel pulled her back up. “That’s what daddy sings to me.”

You smile. “Good job, Sarah. I bet uncle Tommy will have-” Your voice breaks, and you hide back tears. “Sweet dreams.”

“Alright baby girl, time for bed.” Joel began to take her off to her room again, but pointed at Tommy, then at the door.

Tess and Talia and you all put Tommy in Tess’s car, Talia pulling you aside. “You wanna come with us? We can get your car in the morning.”

But you shake your head. “No, no Joel and I are gonna talk.”

She gave you a sympathetic look and a hug. After thanking her and Tess, and one more look at Tommy, you head back to the house.

Joel is already standing there. He speaks before you have a chance to.

“This isn’t gonna work.”

Tommy tommy tommy.... what ar you doing with your life...

For the record, we are NOT shaming addicts here. I worked in social work AND if I am being honest I delt with a pretty fucking awful alcohal addiction. I got it together and now I can drink casually but genuinly it was rough for a while. So no, im not shaming tommy for being an addict. But, putting sarah in danger is NOT okay.

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Pt3 to this au that’s getting waaay longer than i planned it to be | full version AO3 link

Eddie had a problem. A big problem. A problem named Steve Harrington, a problem who had signed up for weekly guitar lessons with him – a problem who furrowed his brows and slightly opened his mouth when he was concentrating, who had perfectly manicured fingers stroking his guitar, who ran a hand through his gravity-defying hair when he got nervous or frustrated, who blushed every time without exception when Eddie complimented him on his progress.

'He has a child, Nance!'

'So? He's single, isn't he?'

'I don't know that, he might be lying about that, too! He never mentioned his fucking daughter either!'

'Maybe it wasn't his daughter, maybe it was just some neighborhood kid or his niece or something.'

'She looked exactly like him!'

'Okay, but not mentioning something is not the same as lying. He literally said he was single, didn't he?'

Eddie sighed and nodded.

'I haven't seen you fall this hard ever before,' Nancy remarked. 'And he's clearly into you, too. I mean, he started taking guitar lessons because he wanted to see you again – that's really romantic, Eddie! Is it really a total dealbreaker if he has a kid?'

'Yes,' Eddie answered through gritted teeth.

'But you love your kids!'

'That's way different! I see them an hour a week for music lessons, that's not comparable to having a tiny human around all the time, and raising them and shaping their little mind and shit! That's fucking terrifying, Nance, I'm not even a proper human myself! I ate coffee powder for breakfast this morning because the tap wasn't working again, and I forgot to do my laundry so I'm wearing Wayne's old-man tent boxers!'

Nancy choked on her beer. 'I did not need to know that, thanks,' she spluttered.

'Point is, I'm hopelessly in love with a father, and I can never date him, because I can't possibly be a stepfather for the next, like, ten years. And he keeps flirting with me and I can't avoid any of it because I'm locked in a room with him weekly! And he's only twenty and that little girl was, I dunno, I guess three years old, which is concerning, to say the least, so –'

'You don't actually mean that.' Nancy's voice sounded sharp when she interrupted him.

'What?' Eddie shot her a confused look.

'You're not gonna shame him for being a teen dad, that's low.' She shot him one of her mildly terrifying stern glares. 'He probably had an immensely difficult decision to make, and he chose to commit, at a very young age, when it would've been easy for him to walk away and not take any responsibility. That's really brave of him, and you shouldn't judge him for that only because you can't get over it.'

Eddie huffed and took a big sip of his beer. He hated it when Nancy was honest and right.

🎵

He saw Steve again, earlier than expected, on Monday afternoon. It was in between lessons, in the fifteen minutes he had after Will left and before Max would arrive. He put on his leather jacket and headed downstairs for a smoke, and saw Steve and his daughter come out of the daycare center at the moment he reached the last step of the stairs.

Steve froze when he saw Eddie and stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

'Hey,' said Eddie. 'Look at that, you got a lovely little family.' It sounded fake to his own ears; he desperately hoped that Steve wouldn't pick up on that.

‘Thanks,' Steve mumbled, not exactly looking too happy to be seeing Eddie. 'This is – this is Rose.' He took a few steps towards Eddie. The girl on his arm had the same soft brown-eyed gaze as her father, and her brown hair was braided neatly, with two brightly colored bows in its ends. Eddie found it hard to believe that Steve would be able to braid like that; there was a woman, of course there was a woman, there had to be a woman.

'Rose, can you say hi to Eddie?' Steve asked the little girl.

'Eddie!' she repeated with a wide smile on her face.

No matter how much Eddie hated to admit it, the girl was really fucking cute. How could he not smile back at her and give her a tiny wave, to which she responded by happily waving back at him?

'She's your spitting image,' Eddie remarked at Steve.

Weirdly enough, Steve grimaced at that.

'I know,' he said. 'Same father, so...'

'Huh, what?'

'She's my half sister.'

His half sister.

Eddie's eyes widened. 'Oh,' he responded, stupidly.

'Yeah, it's um... It's kind of a messy story, to be honest. That's why I never mentioned her, actually. She hasn't been in my life for that long yet. I didn't even know she existed until - ‘ he suddenly shut his mouth, brusquely cutting himself off. ‘Never mind, doesn’t matter.’ He looked as if he felt embarrassed for saying too much. ‘I guess I liked to pretend like everything was normal. With the music lessons, I mean. That it was just us and the music, and nothing else.' He sighed and combed his free hand through his hair, prompting Rose to stretch out her hand and lightly pull at a lock of his hair, too.

He didn't reprimand her, but merely shot her a fond look before he switched his attention back to Eddie.

'Sorry, that kinda made it sound like – like I'm not happy with her or something. But she's actually the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. It's just – it's a lot, you know? I guess I liked having this one place where I could pretend like my family wasn't falling apart.'

Eddie nodded. 'Yeah, I get that,’ he said. ‘I mean, that's what music is for, right? Escapism.'

'Yeah, exactly.'

Eddie got a sense of deja vu from the way Steve kept hovering around, seemingly not knowing what to say but also not wanting to leave, just like that first time they met. Only this time, Eddie felt lost for words, too. It was too much, to see Steve be so gentle and sweet with that girl that he'd assumed was his daughter but was actually his little sister. To see him so full of love and so distressed at the same time, one body full of contradictions. He didn't even know what to think – let alone say – right now.

He turned his gaze to Rose, because somehow, that was easier than addressing Steve directly.

'It was really nice meeting you, Rose,' he said to her. 'You have an amazing big brother. Be good to him, alright?'

She nodded, her eyes wide open and that sweet grin on her face again.

When he looked up at Steve, he saw that the guy was blushing heavily – but the anxious look had disappeared from his eyes, so Eddie supposed that he could count that as a win.

'Hey, um, I really have to go, my arm is kinda falling asleep – which is your fault, Rose, there's nothing wrong with your legs and yet I'm carrying you around like you're still a baby.' The girl stuck her tongue out and Steve gasped dramatically. 'Don't do that! I'll stop carrying you if you do that again. For real, this time.'

She giggled and Steve shifted her onto his other arm, then brushed a hand over her hair.

'Alright, I'll see you on Wednesday,' he said to Eddie, before he turned towards the exit, leaving Eddie still stunned in the hall.

Just us and the music, was the part of the conversation that kept repeating itself in Eddie's brain, like a broken record, again and again and again. Just us and the music. Just us. Us. Us.

Pt4

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#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #fruity ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #i saw a chance to spread my platonic edancy agenda and took it #they're besties i won't take criticism #also i can't believe so many people asked to be tagged??? seriously i don't even have words but it's so !!!!!

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bigwishes · 1 year ago

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6, 9, 20, 31

6. Absolute Favourite TF Story?

this one is almost impossible for me to answer there are a tonne of stories I really like but to name a few. My favourite Ive mine I have personally written might be....Jun Gets Huge, Or Just a Bit Bigger or even Linkin it Big. I dunno i write a lot of stuff haha One of my favourites of others transforming me was Octusle's story where I put all the settings to max and was just made massive, or even Transformation4Life's story "Protein Makes the Body Grow Bigger" where a guy gets so massive the only thing he can wear is a skin tight poser.

9. All Good TFs Need to Have...?

For me a good draw / plot. It doesnt have to be expertly written to be great (hell I know some of my stuff is messy because I dont read and write good) but its gonna draw me in and get me invested and hold my attention.

20. What's Your Favourite TF Fantasy?

Haha, I swap this around a lot, often I find an image and get attached and spend ages fantasising about it until either I can get someone to write it for me or I write something using it or both but currently two fantasy situations have me drooling and wishing it would happen to me.

The first fantasy I have right now is there being a sample of 4 dark chocolate protein cupcakes at the gym, and after eating one deciding they taste good and taking the last 3 home with me eating them on the way and falling alseep when I get home only to wake up as a giant hunky black bro with a faint smell of musk.

only Im a lot more giant than I originally thought quickly realising I'm 11ft tall, built like a truck and that faint smell of musk is really an extremely potent stench of sweat that has all the weaker men dropping to their knees as I walk by unable to handle the stench.

and of course being so big having to eat a tonne of protein making me have a room shaking belch after I finish sculling a protein shake.

-- the second TF fantasy I'm currently thinking a lot about is more forced/tricked tf of going to the gym and being offered a new shake by a huge Asian hunk only for it to turn me into a hot Asian jock.

then after becoming obsessed with the size and muscle asking for another shake and swelling almost twice as big, growing bigger with every sip.

only to feel extremely uncomfortable and bloated belching as I lift, trying to get the pressure to go down. Being offered a 3rd shake but turning it down only for me to be forced to drink it, forced against my will to get bigger.

Becoming so bloated its visible, unable to say a full sentence without belching 6 or 7 times between each work. Way to big for a shirt and just being forced to become an absolute muscle slob.

but hey thats just me haha

31. Permanent Transformation?

Im not entirely sure what the question is asking me. If I wanna be Permanently Transformed or if I prefer transformations to be permanent in stories. to answer both, YES! I love when tf gets a guy what he wants but he gets too much and I love when he's stuck like that forever.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #tf story #transformation #musk #gay

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tacobellabeanburrito · 8 months ago

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So. Um. Sharkboy and Lavagirl Ace Attorney Au anyone?

(Sorry for shitty art, sketched it very quickly) More stuff below.

So. Meet Demonboy and Firebird lmao.

Originally, I wanted to keep them as Sharkboy and Lavagirl but I dunno, I liked making my own versions based on their own characteristics. So, we get Demonboy and Firebird. Originally I thought of making Miles Vampireboy.

There’s tons of way to put their characters. Putting Phoenix as Sharkboy because blue and spikey. Putting Miles as Lavagirl because red. But then there’s also the whole deal with Sharkboy’s father? So uh, Demonboy it is.

Trucy of course is Max. I don’t know who’s gonna be Linus… Cody maybe? Like Cody Hackins? He’s a little shit. Could be Pearl, but she’d never do that. Now that I think about it there’s not very many kids in AA. Maybe I could age Apollo down a bit. Or maybe Apollo and Klavier are taking care of Trucy? Like the parents in S&L? Yes. Yessss. Perfect.

Mr. Electric? Manfred? NO. NO. Hmmmm. Kristoph? NO. No. Ummm. Gant? No, Kristoph Mr. Electric. Is he electric anymore? Mr. Lawyer? Mr. Nail Polish? But it’s based on his last name. Mr. Gavin…….. DAWG IDK YET.

Ooooo, Mr. Hat as Tobor!!! Perfect. So adorable. And Trucy’s going on about how she likes her imagination and magic just like Max but Apollo and Klavier aren’t having any of that. Well, Apollo isn’t at least.

Idk who’s gonna be the Ice Princess yet.

Oh, also. AO3 down.

If anyone has any ideas feel free to comment and stuff. I got no idea what I’m doing with this. It just seems fun.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #wrightworth #idk #this au is hilarious #Sharkboy and Lavagirl #trucy wright #Cody hackins #Klavier Gavin #Apollo justice #ace attorney Au

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umi-adxhira · 1 year ago

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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗 | 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Rawr (I have nothing to say)

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

➵ A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

William is very attentive after sex. He makes sure that you're cleaned up and you both cuddle. If anything hurts, he'll massage it for you

➵ B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His favourite body part of himself is probably his chest (so is mine). He never really paid much attention to it until he found you almost drooling at his shirtless form. So he tries to be shirtless to rile you up

His favourite part of you is probably your neck. He likes to hickey it up and loves seeing it uncovered during the day

➵ C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes to cum on your boobs/chest, and also inside you. He likes to see the cum ooze out of your soppy cunt and use his fingers to push it back in

➵ D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Steals your undies and masturbate when he's stressed. Cums on them too

➵ E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think he would have a bit of experience if he needed to bed a woman for a mission. But they were all loveless, totally for his gain. You're the first person he fucked with love

➵ F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary. He's old-school. He likes to bury his face in your neck while you're screaming his name

➵ G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He teases you, definitely. Maybe after sex he'll crack out a joke or two

➵ H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shaves pretty often. There will be a few hairs, and then the next day, they've been fully groomed

➵ I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Holds your hand while he fucks you into the matress. So pretty romantic I guess

➵ J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

I've already said he jacks off to your undies, but also when he misses you too much and he needs a release

➵ K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. Baby boy wants to be praised. Also degregation, corruption kink and edging just so he can tease you

➵ L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Likes to do it in the bedroom and also his office

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He deadass gets turned on when you lick ice-cream 💀. He wishes it was his cum and makes you drink it later in his room <3

➵ N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I dunno man. He seems like the type to do it all. Maybe gunplay, he doesn't want to accidentally shoot you

➵ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Master at giving. Especially likes it when yoy pull on his hair. But likes recieving equally

➵ P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and sensual. He goes really fast but takes the time to shower you in kisses and hold your hand

➵ Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Enjoys it to some extent. He likes the actual sex more because he can take his time. But quickies are alright for him

➵ R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn't mind, it's all up to you pookie

➵ S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can last until morning if he wanted to. But only lasts until you get tired or straight-up pass out

➵ T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Likes to put a vibrator in one hole and his cock in the other hole. Puts it on max all the way until you get close

➵ U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He lives on teasing. It's second nature to him

➵ V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groans a lot when he's close. But you probably can't hear him due to you being so loud when he's pounding into you

➵ W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Likes to be spanked for some reason. It's random as hell and not like him but I can see him like getting spanked

➵ X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 inches, not so heavy balls but they can make an impact based on how fast he's going

➵ Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Normal, I would say

➵ Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Always makes sure you're alseep before him . He likes to watch you curl up against him in adoration

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saffiroll · 2 months ago

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CAMP CAMP REWRITTEN

EPISODE ONE: ESCAPE FROM CAMP CAMPBELL

*A shot of the camp can be seen, and we are taken inside the counselors cabin*

David: *putting his boots on* I've never been more excited in my life!

Gwen: You say that no matter what you do David.

David: This time is different Gwen. Finally after gosh knows how long we are getting new campers! Apart from the ones we had last year-

Gwen: Why are you so excited about this? It's not something to be so jumpy about.

David: You clearly just don't understand the Camp Campbell life Gwen.

Gwen: *picking up some enrollment forms* Thank god i don't.

David: This summer all these kids will learn something new and exciting

Gwen: Half of them will be dead by sundown.

David:...yeaaahh probably

Gwen: God you're unbearable sometimes

*Bus honking*

David: The bus is here!!

*David ran out...and got hit by the bus*

Gwen: Ah fuck, why does this happen every time.

David: I'm okay!

*Kids started walking out*

Gwen: New campers huh? None of them are different

David: Uuuhhh- well i guess we're out of luck then-

Gwen: I dunno, there is one extra form, could be unexpected

David: oh come on now Gwen, Nothing here ever happens unexpectedly!

*bus door opens again*

QM: Forgot one.

Max: *steps out* Prepare for hell this summer.

*Everyone stares*

David:..oh.

*Intro plays*

David: Well hello there! Welcome t-

Max: i don't want to be here camp man, don't tell me stuff i don't care abo- is that girl just consuming dirt?

Gwen: Nikki no we talked about this last summer!

Nikki: *inhuman hissing noises*

Max:.....was i just sent to an insane asylum outdoors?

David: Hey! That wasn't very nice!

Max: Shshshshshsh- nobody caaarrreeesss

Nikki: *runs towards Max* Well hello!!

Max: *steps back* Woaaah there speedy gonzalez do NOT touch me.

Nikki: *jumping around* My name is Nikki! What's yours? *points downward* I like your shoes!

Max: *looks down* Where are YOUR shoes? You're just wearing socks.

Nikki: You don't need shoes in nature! It's natural!

Max:....Ew-

Nikki: Sooo you're the newest one here no? All of us came here last Summer and we're back again! But you? You're not.

Max: Wow, no shit

Nikki: *poking around her hair* My mom forced me to cut my hair because it got dirty often and-

Max: What does that have to do with out conversation so far

Nikki: Oh! Right! Camp!

Max: What even-

Nikki: ANYWAY LET'S GO LOOK AROUND! *She pulled him by his hand and started running*

Max: FUCK-

*The scene cuts to the Mess Hall*

Nikki: Behold! *she showed it off with her hands* The place where we eat, fight and throw up!

Max:..oh i hate this place even more...

Nikki: *walks over to the door* The mashed potatoes are my favourite personally-

Max: i literally don't care.

Nikki: *she opened the doors to chaos happening* aaannndd behold, again!!

*All the kids are either throwing food at each other or slipping on it*

Max: i-

Nikki: I'm already feeling like i'm home.

Max: Well i DON'T?

Nikki: Don't worry! It's only your first day!You'll get used to it! *she sat down on a bench*

Max: What does this camp even represent?!

Nikki: look at this potato bug i found!

Max: NIKKI!!!

Nikki: Ah! Don't yell at me!

Max: Then answer m-

Gwen: *Banging on pots and pans* ALRIGHT EVERYONE SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN YOU LITTLE SHITS WE NEED TO DO SOME VIDEO SHOWING SO YOU ALL DID NOT FORGET THE REASON YOU'RE HERE!

David: Ahem! What Gwen wanted to say is..we just want to remind you all what makes this place special and fun for you all! Especially for our newest camper Max!

*Everyone just glanced at him*

Max: *whispering* ffffffucking kill meeee-

*A momemt of Cameron Campbell can be seen as he goes down the stairs and climbs up again*

Max: What the fuck?

Nikki: This is normal.

*Annndd he's back. Ew*

Cameron: Well i'm here now as well- apparently!

David: Mister Campbell! What are you doing here?

Gwen: Oh god please no.

Cameron: Well i'm not hiding from any authorities if that's what you're talking about! Haha!

David: Haha what-

Cameron: Come on now Davey! How about you show this uh-

*he looked at Max*

Cameron: New gremlin- around the camp!

David: Hey! Maybe you could do it Nikki!

Nikki: Me?

Max: HER?!

David: Well sure why not? It'll be good for you two to get to know each other better! Since you've been near each other this entire time!

Max: nononoNONONO-

Cameron: Great! It's all settled then! Haha! Off you two go! Davey go supervise them! Or else.

David: I wont disappoint you Mister Campbell!

Cameron: Yeah whatever- *closes curtains*

*After 5 minutes*

Nikki: Okay so! Here we have these uh- things! Camps! Let's see *Starts pointing at each one* there's Sports camp! Which the best girl does! Magics! Stars! Shakespeare! Art!...other magics- and other stuff i do not remember!

Max: *rolls his eyes* Wow how wonderful.

*Gwen walked over*

Gwen: David i think we need to discuss MANY things about running this at this scale with Cameron-

Nikki: Gwen?

Gwen: What is it Nikki?

Nikki: *pointing* Max ran off

Max: *Currently trying to RUN* GOTTA GET THE FUCK OIT OF HERE HOLY SHIT-

Gwen:....David can you-

David: On my way- *he ran after Max*

Max: YOU CAN'T CATCH ME YOU TWINK ASS HORROR SHOW!!

David: *he did.*

Max: SON OF A BITCH-

*10 minutes later*

Nikki: You'll get used to all of this eventually- i promise

Max: Ughh i hate this...so mu-

*he bumped into someone*

Neil: *turns around* Can i help you?

Max: PFFTT- hahaha! You look ridiculous! Is that a costume for a halloween party?

Neil: I'm a scientist.

Max:....your tone is uh- new.

Neil: Is that a problem? *He looked at him with a skeptical expression*

Max: Ye-

Nikki: *covers his mouth* No no! Not at all! We'll just be on our way! We just ran into you accidentally!

*she pushed Max away*

Max: what the hell is the problem?

Nikki: Neil...uh..intimidates me...

Max: intimidates you?

Nikki: It was a whole thing like last year...i don't wanna talk about it-

Max: Oh- jeez- uhm...well- that sucks. I'm sorry.

Nikki: It's fine! I mean it's not like something weird is gonna happe-

*bullets were suddenly being heard*

Max: the fuck?

Cameron: Code black! Well look at the time! i gotta go now!

David: Wait sir! Where are you going??

Cameron: International waters! Have a decent summer kids! *grabs on a helicopter ladder as agents follow him with the gunshots*

Max:...wanna run away together?

Nikki: Spy escaping let's go!

*they started running*

David: Max get back here this instant!! You're being a bad influence!

Max: don't tell me what to do!

Nikki: *she took Max's "new camper" pin and yeeted it at David*

Max: SAYONARA SUCKERS!!

*they got on the bus...annnddd immediately crashed it*

Max: Ughhh we were so clooseeee

Nikki: i cut my arm on glass.

Gwen: well honestly Max how were you expecting to drive a bus?

Max: Fair.

David: Well i think we all learned something today!

Max: No David. I think YOU learned something today. I will make this year hell and none of ypu can stop me, and i have a wild and probably traumatized sugar full gremlin to help me!

Nikki: *Jumps in joy* Yeah yeah yeah!

Max: C'mon Nikki. We're out of here.

*They walked off*

David:....can i play the song now?

Gwen: *Snatches the guitar and slams him with it*

*Outro plays*

#camp camp #camp campbell #cc max #cc david #camp camp max #camp camp david #cc nikki #cc gwen #camp camp nikki #camp camp gwen #camp camp rewritten

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starlightshadowsworld · 1 year ago

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Pakistani Steve Harrington

Steve likes coffee but he doesn't like regular tea. He will only drink pink tea.

His father used to make it back when his grandparents would visit semi regularly.

And it was Steve's favourite drink.

His father had actually shown him how to make it.

Not that Steve could remember the last time they'd had it together, or seen each other for that matter.

Kid Steve had thought it was like drinking happiness, and older Steve thinks little him was onto something.

And he knew some people who needed some happiness.

It was awkward standing their in the hospital with a tray of mugs, his arms were very much protesting at his decision.

Eddie looked at him, amused while Wayne sighed good naturedly and helped him put the tray down on a table.

"I thought you weren't meant to be pushing yourself?" Asked Wayne, Steve attempted to look sheepish.

It didn't work to well but Wayne just shook his head, a fondness in his eyes.

They'd gotten to know each other after Wayne thanked him for keeping his rascal of a nephew alive.

"Whats this?" Asked Eddie, nosey as ever. Trying to peer at the mugs and seeing bright pink liquid inside.

Steve wondered momentarily if the Munsons would make fun of him for a "girly" looking beverage.

But shook that thought away.

"The nurse said you should try drinking something warm, so I bought some tea." Explained Steve. "Why's it pink?" Asked Eddie, no judgement in his voice just curiosity.

And yet Steve braced himself, he was getting better at talking about his culture but it was usually just to the other teens and the kids.

His King Steve days were long behind him but he was afraid he'd be made fun off.

"When my family would get together, we'd have this tea. Its proper name is Kashmiri Chai, but we just called it pink tea. I dunno why it's pink though.

Dustin and Mike said you love sweet food and it's plenty sweet. And... It makes me happy when I drink it so I thought... Why not."

Steve wasn't looking at Eddie or Wayne at this point, looking down into the tea before him... Maybe this was a mistake.

His spiraling didn't last long before Eddie, somehow without pulling any stitches, reached over and pulled him into a hug.

"That, is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me. Pun not intended." Smiles Eddie, Steve couldn't see a trace of mockery in his eyes and relaxed.

Wayne softened "sounds good kid, looks like you made a lot."

Steve nodded "one for each of us and than one for the kids, max if she's up for it, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Argyle Hopper...." He trailed off seeing both Munsons giving him the look.

"Man you really don't know how to relax, do you?" Said Eddie, wide eyed. Steve shrugged, wincing slightly "it's nothing."

Wayne shook his head "you are something else kid..." He said before handing a mug to the boys and getting his own.

"Huh, I'm not usually one for sweet stuff but this is good." Said Wayne.

Steve smiled, looking over at Eddie feeling some of his anxiety leave him.

Eddie's eyes widened, he put the mug down and dramatically flopped on his bed. "Steve, I thought you made me tea. Not the nectar of the God's!"

Seeing Steve's confused face, Eddie softened "It's great, thanks Steve." Steve smiled, putting his down.

"Your welcome, I better get these to the kids before they hunt me down." He wasn't kidding, somehow they always knew when Steve had any treats on him.

Tea included.

"Alright, but than you sir are coming back here and drinking your lovely tea and taking a break." Said Eddie, Wayne nodded.

Steve chuckled "sure" he went off to the kids who as predicted all lit up at the mention of pink tea and were making grabby hands before Steve could put the tray down.

With a pointed look that they all ignored, Steve handed out the mugs.

It was in the mugs that they had all claimed at Steve's.

"Wait... Steve did you carry these all here?!" Asked Dustin, looking from the tray to Steve's still injured arms.

Quick as a flash, Steve vanished before the group could hound him for not "taking care of himself."

Whatever that meant.

Wayne chuckled as Steve burst in. Steve noticed that they'd waited for him, and began sipping his own tea with the Munsons.

Father had always said pink tea was best drank with the people you cared about.

Steve agreed.

(Did I write this purely cos I'm drinking pink tea now... Yes)

#pakistani steve harrington #desi steve harrington #steve harrington #Pink tea my beloved #stranger things #wayne munson #eddie munson #the party

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edsnun · 1 year ago

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fluffly request!

female reader (if your okay writing that)

imagine reader has a spiderperson as an older sibling and Gwen (coughs in i love her too much.) develops a crush on R but is too scared of her older sibling to go for it. and then R confesses or something.

YESSYSYSYSS YES YES YES this was so fun 2 write i love it sm

i think this could be passed off as gn! reader BUT there’s one description of your sibling calling you their sister so!! lmk if this is good or bad or if i should tweak anything 😔🫶

words // 1024 genre // fluff, (s/n) = sibling name, warning this is not proofread so i’m sorry for any spelling errors 🫶

you were drawing in your room, sketching peacefully when a bright light comes open you. shielding your eyesight with your hand, you see a familiar figure drop in on your bed.

“gwen!” you say excitedly, hugging her. she giggles and hugs back, rubbing her hand up and down your back. “hi.” she mumbles back.

“where’d you come from?” you ask, watching the previous portal disappear. “oh, i’m supposed to be going on a mission with s/n, but they haven’t been picking up the alerts.”

“ah! they’ve been knocked out for a while now.” you mutter, taking gwen’s hand and leading them to your siblings bedroom. there they lay, knocked out in their spidersuit.

“s/n!” you whisper, slightly shaking them awake. they jolt awake and wipe the drool off their face. “hmm??”

gwen chuckles and helps them up. “cmon, you got a misssion alert 5 minutes ago and you’re still knocked out, let’s go!” you chortle, leaving the room. “be safe!”

gwen smiles as she watches you walk away. over the past couple of months, gwen grew closer to you through your sibling, and eventually the three of you hand out regularly. the closer you got, though, the more attracted she got to you.

the way you laughed, smiled at her. how you’d share a piece of food with her before if she’d never try it. how caring you were, and mainly how good of a personality you had.

but gwen was scared that if she confessed, s/n would forbid it to the max. they were a little overprotective of you, especially since they were a spider person , and that’s what gwen admired about s/n.

at the same time, though, she was petrified that they wouldn’t want to be friends anymore if she confessed.

“nd i just dunno what to do! wait, am i interrupting your mission?” you ask, on a call with miles. you heard some trains bustling and weird grunting happening on the other line.

“no, you’re not, i swear!” miles yells, making you cringe and put him on speaker, putting your phone on your desk.

“if you feel like confessing, then just do it! i’ve seen too much of you guys awkwardly flirting to know that you’d be perfect for each other.” miles rambling on, as you sketch, drawing you and gwen as cats. “awkwardly? are you sure?” you asked, feeling self conscious.

“awkwardly.” look, just confess by tomorrow, hm? don’t have that big of a gesture, okay?” you nod. “i gotcha. thanks, miles.” you hang up the phone, and continue your sketching.

as the day goes by, you walk into the kitchen to make a couple of snacks, when you hear the portal opening again, s/n and gwen coming through.

“hey! you’re back!” you giggle as you hug your sibling, and then gwen. the hug lasts longer than usual, her arms sliding to your waist, giving you a firm hug. “you’re okay? no scratches?” you ask, checking gwen’s spidersuit. “i’m fine too? thanks.” s/n jokes. you check their spidersuit as well, then give them a quick side hug.

“i told gwen that she could hang for a bit until she goes back to hobies place, that okay?” s/n asks. you nod. “can we go draw together?” you ask, nervously fiddling with your hands. “i’m shit at it, but yeah.” gwen says, as you both walk to your room.

you shut the door, and then sit on your bed, inviting her to sit on it as well. “i actually have to- to talk to you about something first.” you say, and gwen looks at you with worry. you look away from her, picking at your nails. “is it bad?”

you shake your head, and sit in silence for a bit, trying to think of what to say.

“this is nerve wracking, yknow. i just- is it getting hot in here?” gwen rambles, pulling on the hoodie part of her costume. “yknow lately the humidity just gets wors-“

“i like you, gwen.” you blurt out.

“huh?”

“i like you.” you say, as you look up at her, smiling warmly at her. she mirrors your action, as she leans in closer to you. you lay her head on her shoulder, heart pounding out of your chests, she lifts you up and cups your cheek, caressing it with her thumb.

“can i kiss you?” she asks, face flushing a deep red. you nod, breathless already, as she presses her soft lips into your plush ones. you softly grab her wrist and smile into the kiss, cupping her face lightly as well. she pulls apart as you look at each other, giggling softly.

you hear a door freak open and you nearly jump out of your skin and jump practically off the bed as you see s/n walk in. “hey, i made snacks and popcorn, we can watch a mov- are you okay?”

you nod, feeling your face heat up. gwen giggles and helps you off the floor, standing up with you. “i’m- in fine.” you say, brushing off.

“i take it you did it gwen?” s/n asks gwen. you look at gwen shocked and then your sibling, who looks at you with a knowing smile. “you- you knew?” you ask, looking at them with a scared expression. “course i did. we have thin walls, yknow. why didn’t you tell me sooner?” they say, looking at you, then gwen.

gwen and you share a look. “i’m scared you wouldn’t let me.” you say. “you can be kinda..”

“overprotective.” gwen finishes. when your siblings mouth gapes, she chokes and waves her hands around. “i-i mean! that’s what i like about you though, and especially as a spider person, you-“

“i don’t care if you date. i was teasing.” they joke, throwing a kernel of popcorn at gwen. “you guys are really good for each other, and you better treat my sister right, you hear?” gwen nods, and you hug your sibling. “thank you so much, s/n. i love you.”

“i love you too, now come on, let’s go watch this movie.”

#gwen stacy x reader #gwen x reader #gwen stacy #atsv x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse x reader #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy atsv x reader #atsv

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im-not-a-l0ser · 11 months ago

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Another Ongoing Fic That I Need People To Encourage Me To Finish

5+1 Secret Relationship Michie Edition

This is much shorter than some of my others, but this chapter is complete in of itself.

1- Jason and Kyle

It was no surprise that Jason and Kyle were the first two to figure out that there was something going on. They didn’t get it outright, but they did know that something suspicious was going on.

Kyle was the first to realise.

“Hey, look, it’s Shit-Lips. Been a minute since he’s—”

“We should probably get to class,” Max said. “C’mon, I don’t want you two flunkin’ off the football team cuz your grades slip!” He said. He slapped them both in the back of the head before marching off.

“Dude, that keeps happening!” Kyle said, even as he began to walk to his first period class with Jason.

“What keeps happening?” Jason asked.

“Max keeps changing the subject whenever we bring up Richie! Anything about him, not even going to bully him, just straight gossip,” Kyle said. Jason shrugged.

“I dunno,” He said, “I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m glad Richie’s gotten away from it all. He really helped me pass geometry.”

It was true, Richie was the main reason that Jason didn’t have to retake the class. Ever since then, Jason had a soft spot for Richie. Not enough of one to keep Max from bullying him, but enough to not want to bully him.

“Max never does that shit though,” Kyle said. “Pete and Steph are straight-up dating, and he still hasn’t given Pete a not-nerd pass.”

“Max hasn’t said Richie isn’t a nerd,” Jason said, “He’s just stopped bullying him. And maybe it’s because Pete and Steph are dating. He hasn’t bullied Pete and Ruth since they started, or at least as much.”

“Eh, Ruth doesn’t count,” Kyle said, waving him off. “We stopped bullying her often in the eighth grade when she moaned after he insulted her.” Jason shuttered. “But Richie’s always been Max’s favourite victim! For three years straight, he said his name nearly every day we saw him! And, what? Now he’s suddenly moved on from that? Nuh-uh, not Max, he’s too much of a stubborn bastard.”

“If I hear anything,” Jason conceded, “I’ll tell you, but let’s not go snooping around, okay?” Kyle nodded.

“Right. You’re right, that’s smart.”

And they didn’t go snooping.

Not on purpose, at least.

Just after the football team left the locker room, Jason noticed that Max hadn’t come out. It’d been a couple minutes even, and he still hadn’t come out.

The game wouldn’t start for a while, so he motioned Kyle over.

“Max hasn’t come out,” Jason said, looking at the shower shack.

“Huh,” Kyle said. He’s the one who led the way in there.

There was no door, it had snapped off back in their sophomore year, when Max got so angry at the creaking noise it made whenever it opened, he kicked it right off its hinges.

“Good luck,” They heard.

“You’ve said that four times already,” They heard Max reply fondly.

“And you’ve yet to leave. That is your fault. You stay here and tempt me with your stupid face. I cannot be blamed for wanting to kiss my boyfriend ‘good luck’ before a game he really cares about.”

Kyle and Jason looked at each other with wide eyes before walking in and around the mini-hall that the doorway opened to.

“You don’t even like…” Max trailed off, noticing Kyle and Jason standing there with wide eyes. “Football,” He finished numbly.

“I knew it!” Kyle screamed at long last. “I knew there was something going on!” Richie stiffened, his hands still stuck to Max’s waist.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Max said to Richie quietly. “It’ll be okay, I got you.”

“Whoa, yeah,” Jason said, stepping to Richie’s side.

Richie’s jaw was tight and his lips trembled in fear.

“Richie, we’re not gonna do anything, we just thought there was something goin’ on,” Jason reassured. “Cuz, Max wasn’t bein’ a jerk so much.”

“Yeah, Richie, we don’t care about you two being together,” Kyle agreed. “I just like being right.” Max glared at him.

“See, we’re okay,” Max said. “Nothing bad will happen.”

“So,” Richie choked, looking up at Max with wet eyes. “You’re not going to leave me now that people know?”

“Wha- Richie, of course not,” Max said, sounding almost offended he would ask. “I just don’t want to get in trouble for liking guys. But first of all, they’re totally chill with it, and two, even if they weren’t, it’s not like they’re gonna get locked in my room for a week.” All eyes whipped to Max, concerned. “Not that that’s happened before,” He said, his eyes shifting between the boys.

“Okay,” Richie said. “I’m sorry,” He said, wiping his face. “I’m just being stupid then.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Max said. “I don’t wanna lose you either.” He pressed a quick kiss to Richie’s lips carefully.

“You guys are sweet and all,” Jason said, “But we should probably get out there.”

“Oh, shit right!” Max said. “Okay.” He kissed Richie once more. “I gotta go. I’ll see you after, okay?”

“Okay,” Richie said with a smile.

Max went out of the locker rooms, accompanied by Jason and Kyle, joining their team. Richie left shortly thereafter.

Max was a little distracted at the beginning of the game, but Richie cheering them along as Zeke definitely helped. Max knew that Richie struggled faking joy and energy, so it’d be easy to tell if he was still hurting. And he wasn’t.

It might’ve been Max’s best game of the season so far.

#nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #michie #kyle clauger #jason jepson #secret relationship michie anyone?#i stand by the thing i said about ruth #that is a headcannon that i believe about her #jagerschitz

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unclewaynemunson · 2 years ago

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@flowercrowngods got me thinking about the Munsons keeping an eye on Max when she moves to the trailer park and Wayne basically adopting her, and it wouldn’t leave my mind so this happened

Wayne had been sitting in the chair for so long that his butt felt like it was becoming one with the metal of the seat. He stood up again to pace back and forth, but it was still way too crowded so it only took him a couple of steps before he resigned himself back to his chair.

It had been hours, but the chaos in the hospital still hadn't decreased one bit and he continued to be surrounded by all kinds of people in various stages of distress: crying on each other's shoulders, quietly staring at their own hands, sleeping with one eye open in a corner... There were probably more gnawed off nails and bouncing legs in one space than Wayne had ever seen before in his life.

'Is this seat taken?'

He looked up to find a tall man towering over him, gesturing with a pale hand towards the empty chair right next to Wayne's. Wayne couldn't quite place where he had seen him before, but there was something vaguely familiar about him: big mustache, neatly combed dark hair, a sharp nose and a mole on his right cheek. The look in his brown eyes was uncommonly kind, making Wayne suspect that the man had no idea who he was talking to.

But he nodded and gestured for him to take the seat.

'Who are you here for?' the man asked.

And that was all the confirmation Wayne needed that this man indeed did not recognize him as the infamous serial killer's uncle.

'Some family members,' he answered vaguely.

'How are they doing?'

Wayne tried to suppress a frustrated sigh; not because of this random man who showed him nothing but genuine kindness, but because of the situation – because of the fact that he had been sitting in this waiting room for hours on end and still hadn't been able to see Eddie or Max, no clue how they were doing beyond the information that both of them had been badly injured in the earthquake that tore apart his home.

'I dunno,' he said. 'They won’t let me see them.'

The frown that appeared on the man's face made him feel like he should explain himself. 'One of 'em is in custody and the other's not officially family.'

'I'm sorry.' The man looked like that explanation had sparked about a million questions.

'What about you?' Wayne asked quickly in order to avoid having to answer any of them.

'I've been lucky; I'm not here on any personal business,' the man answered. 'But I'm a teacher at Hawkins Middle School so I’m here for my students. I just wanted to help in whatever way possible. I talked to a lot of them, just needed a quick break to get my own head right again. Some of them have suffered truly terrible losses today.'

And Wayne finally realized why this man had looked so familiar to him: he had crossed paths with him almost ten years ago, back when Eddie was still in middle school; when the teacher didn't have that frown line between his eyebrows yet and before his own hair had turned gray.

'You're the science teacher, aren't ya?'

'Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself properly,' the man answered while holding out his hand. 'Scott Clarke. Indeed the science teacher.'

Somewhat reluctant, Wayne shook his hand; it felt so soft against Wayne's own rough calloused palm that he felt an odd sense of embarrassment wash over him.

'Wayne Munson.'

And exactly as suspected, Mr. Clarke's face dropped at hearing that name.

'You're Eddie's uncle,' he stated flatly.

Wayne merely nodded.

'They have him in custody?'

'He didn't do it.' The words almost reflexively fell out of his mouth.

'I know.'

And, well, that was pretty much the last thing Wayne had expected Mr. Clarke to say to him.

'What?'

'I know,' he simply repeated. 'I remember him crying when he had to dissect a frog in one of my lessons. And if I recall correctly, he got in trouble multiple times for violating the school health codes by taking sick birds inside the building.'

Wayne couldn't help but chuckle at that memory; he could still clearly picture a much younger Eddie, with shorter hair and chubbier cheeks, giving him a teary-eyed rant about how mean the school nurse was for refusing to patch up the near-dead pigeon he had carried to her office in his bare hands.

'I'm really sorry, Mr. Munson, for how this town has been treating your nephew.'

It sounded a little bit too genuine and all of a sudden Wayne found it difficult to keep looking into those brown eyes that were gazing at him so intensely.

He released a breath of relief when the nurse he had spoken to earlier walked up to him at the exact right moment.

'Mr. Munson, we finally managed to get a hold of Mrs. Mayfield. She's been stuck by the road collapse on the other side of the center, but she confirmed that you're family so you can go see your niece now.'

The words “family” and “niece” had Wayne stunned for a moment. He never quite knew whether Max's mother was okay with him and Eddie basically forcing themselves into their lives, couldn't get a feeling about whether the meals he delivered at her doorstep made her grateful or uncomfortable, whether she thought the Munsons to be meddlesome or appreciated their help. This was more of a confirmation than anything that he had been doing the right thing: this woman trusted him to look after her injured daughter when she couldn't. They were family.

'Are you alright, Mr. Munson?' A gentle tap on his shoulder made him realize that Scott Clarke was still sitting right beside him; he looked up to meet an inquisitive brown-eyed gaze.

'Yeah, of course, I'm – 'm fine,' he stammered, shaking off the emotions that had caught him off-guard and hastily standing up. 'I um, I'll see ya around.'

'Wait.'

Wayne didn't know Scott Clarke very well, but he could swear there was something resembling nervousness in his tight smile.

'I know someone who works here. I could try and ask if they're willing to help you get permission to see Eddie?'

Wayne grimaced. 'I don't think that's gonna work. They think him responsible for triple homicide. I saw they got two armed guards stationed at his door.'

'Well, we can always try; nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?'

And Wayne realized that Scott Clarke had something that he himself had unlearned many years ago: optimism.

He nodded. 'Thank you, Mr. Clarke.'

'Please, call me Scott.'

'Alright. Thank you, Scott. I appreciate it.'

'It's the least I can do.'

And while Wayne walked through the sterile gray hospital hallways, torn between hope and dread for both Max and Eddie, that nervous smile kept lingering in his mind, nudging him to shake the dread and for once choose hope instead. He needed it now more than ever.

#dio i swear this was gonna be about max and wayne but scott just showed up and it completely derailed from there lol #and then i tried to make it about max again but it felt too crammed soooo #have some clarkson instead i guess #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #clarkson my beloved #wayne munson #scott clarke #eddie munson #max mayfield #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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lady-loveluck · 4 months ago

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Okay about the kyle×brenda×Ruth ship, the only fic that I can remember has it is this one

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56456644

It's a michie fanfic so you might've read it before, but it has some of the other ship in it too. I can try and look harder but I'm not sure what the ship name is lol.

Also I did think of some headcannons lol so here they are

- Kyle and Brenda started dating first after max let them. So they date for a couple of months until they go to the school play and see Ruth there. Then they both start developing a crush on her, and start feeling guilty about it until they tell each other. And holy shit they realize they like the same person!

- after that they just ask and of course Ruth immediately says yes.

- they are all a very supportive couple, like Ruth always comes to the football games to support Kyle and Brenda. Then those two always comes to Ruth's plays. They're just so cuttee🩷

- NSFW hc - Kyle is still definitely the bottom in this relationship. Bro definitely gets pegged by both of his girlfriends

- sincerely 🕸🕷spider anon lol. I dunno why but this ship has tooken over my mind in the last couple hours.

this ship is SO UNEXPECTED YET SO CUTE I LOVE IT SO MUCH thank you for the food AND THANK YOU FOR THE FIC RECOOMMENDATION YAY

#ruth x brenda x kyle ask #tw: suggestive

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andydrysdalerogers · 9 months ago

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Undercover - One - Jake

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

"Alight Losers, focus up.”

Colonel Franklin Clay looked at his exhausted team. It had been a long, few months, getting back from Bolivia, getting to Max and Roque’s betrayal of the team. They had just received their pardons, visiting the families that thought them dead and were now back together for their final debrief.

Or so they thought.

“We got tapped for an undercover ops,” Clay explained. “It’s going to be a long one but the request is coming from an outside source.”

“So not your typical ops.” Sgt. Linwood ‘Pooch’ Porteous commented while kicking his feet onto the desk in front.

“Not this time. One will be in deep cover at a company where the target works. The mission is to recon and discovery of the target’s mission.”

“Who’s asking?” Pooch flipped a pen in the air. Sgt. Carlos ‘Cougar’ Alvarez caught it and put it down shaking his head.

“Dunno. Our handler should be coming in…”

“Right now.” A tall, dark hair individual came in, suit, no tie, followed by another man. “Nick Fowler, CIA director of Foreign Affairs.”

“Clay. That’s Pooch, Cougar, Aisha and… Jensen!”

A blonde stood up from the snack table, licorice in his mouth. He wiped his hands on his jeans and walked over. “Hi!”

“Great. This is Inspector Harry Hart, British Intelligence.”

“How do you do?” He shook everyone’s hand before clearing his throat. “We would normally send in our own man but since our target is based in the US, we need an American to blend in. We need someone who can also blend in seamlessly and get close to the target.”

“That would be me,” Clay said.

“Excellent. And this is our target.” He flashed a picture. “John Fitzgerald. He is a former MI6, turned mercenary. He has been keeping low until just a few days ago when we intercepted intelligence that he is a threat to the crown. The King has been informed of the situation but is obviously not involved for his safety and the safety of his family.”

“Shit,” Clay mumbled. He picked up the photo of the target. “I know him. We worked together 20 years ago. I can’t go in.”

“Who can?” Fowler asked.

Clay furrowed his brow. “What company?”

“It is,” Hart shuffled his papers, “ADR Diagnostics. A tech company.”

The Losers all swiveled their heads and looked at Jensen, who looked back with wide eyes. “What?”

“Jensen can go in,” Clay said.

Hart stepped forward. “Name, rank and qualifications?”

Jensen stood up straighter. “Captain Jake Jensen, masters in computer science and Data Analytics.” Jake started to sweat a little as Fowler and Hart inspected him.

“Well, he does have the look of an IT guy,” Fowler commented. “What do you think, Inspector?”

“Captain, you understand that you will essential be a civilian working undercover to find out what is going on with Fitzgerald? There is not a timetable. The faster you discover his motives, the faster you are out.”

“Colonel,” Jake turned to Clay, “I thought we were out?”

“They haven’t given us our papers yet Jake. This would be our last mission.” Clay turned to the team. “It’s up to you.”

“I’m in,” Pooch said. Cougar tilted his trademark hat. Aisha shrugged. Clay turned back to Jensen. “The company is based near your family’s hometown. You can stay near them and visit like normal since you do have to keep up appearances.”

Home. Something that Jake had longed for. His reunion with his parents has been joyful. Especially since his cousin Savannah and niece Grace had been visiting. Her husband and two other children had stayed home with the flu, which was a bummer but still.

“Alright,” Jensen clapped his hands together. “I’m in.”

“Excellent. We will get you planted as a manager of an IT group. You start a week from Monday to allow you time to get settled. The apartment we have procured for you is in the town center and you should be able to walk to the office,” Hart explained.

Civilian life.

Not something he was expecting. But here he was, Captain Jake Jensen, IT guy. He stood in front of ADR Diagnostics and looked up. The weekend had been interesting. His parents had been thrilled that he was going to be closer to home.  He settled into his loft apartment and set up his reconnaissance equipment to maintain contact with the team. He was to check in every Friday, under the guise of drinks with old friends. He had studied his target.

Fitzgerald was a handsome man, loyal to the crown, until an accident killed his partner, and he went sideways. He left the service, went underground. The threat that brought him back into radar was interesting. Fitzgerald was looking for leverage against the old King of England. His Majesty, King Harold had just stepped down to his son, Anthony, his only child, in a swirl of worry as Anthony had not had any children of his own.

Jake found it curious on the line of succession the next person would be Anthony’s cousin, Lewis, to inherit. From what Jake found online, the people of England despised Lewis for his snotty attitude to the common people and his utter disdain for his uncle and cousin, so much as speaking out against them. What could Fitzgerald be looking for to hold over the old King? He must be connected to Prince Lewis in some way, Jake noted to himself.

Walking in, he was greeted by his new supervisor. “Jake?”

“Yeah, Jake Jensen.” He offered his hand. 

“Michael Anderson.  Follow me.” 

Jake internally snorted remembering his break into the last company.  He followed the man to the bank of elevators and went up. 

“So, Jake, you’ll be heading a team of techs checking for security for our clients. Your team is four plus you and you will be reporting to me.  We do a daily report due at the end of the day before you leave. You have to send that to Sam, my assistant.” 

Jake nodded along. “Cool. No problem.” 

Michael looked over Jake. “I know it’s your first day but lose the tie. We’re pretty casual here. Polo and jeans will do.  Fridays can be a t shirt.” 

“Sure.” Jake pulled off his tie and stuffed it into his backpack. Getting off on the 14th floor, Michael directed him to an air where five desks were situated.  “Guys, focus up.” Four heads popped up.  “This is your new team leader Jake Jensen. This is Fred, Dave, Rob and Pete, your team. Make him feel welcome and shit. I’ll check in with you guys later.” 

“Uh, Mr. Anderson?”

“Mike, please.”

“Right Mike. Uh computer?”

“Right.” He pulled a laptop out of his own bag. “Email is set up and will have all your system logins. Sam should have emailed you your report instructions and everything you need. Have any questions, ask your team or send a message to Sam. Otherwise, own your team, Jake.” 

“Thanks.” Mike walked away and Jake turned back to the guys. “Hi.” He awkwardly waved his hand.

“Sup, boss man, I’m Fred. De facto mouth of the team.  That Dave, Rob and Peter,” pointing to each guy. “Uh I’ll let you set up.” 

“Thanks. Just set up and you guys can tell me where you are.” Jake moved to his new desk and took out a frame. Pictured was his niece Grace with his cousin Savannah. They had lost touch for a few years when his asshole aunt and uncle cut Savvy off. Now she was married and happy and Jake got back in touch with her. A perk of no longer being dead. 

As he set his desk up, he looked up to see a beautiful brunette walk across the floor. Her long dark hair with blonde tip bounced with her curls in a sleek ponytail.  She wore an emerald-green blouse with dark jeans and heels. Jensen couldn’t help but stare. And then she looked up. Cupid lips, soft pink cheeks, cat eyeglasses framing big eyes with lashes. Her smile made Jake swoon. When she looked in his direction he ducked and moved to open his email. “Stupid,” he muttered to himself. No way a girl that gorgeous is single. He concentrated on the task at hand, reading the first email in his new inbox.

From: Sam Matthews To: Jake Jensen Hi! Below are your logins for the system. I’ve attached a sample excel sheet to use for your daily reports. Any questions, you can email or instant message me.  Welcome to the team Jake!  Sincerely, Sam Matthews Assistant to Michael Anderson 

Jake reviewed all the info given and then sat with his team.  But his mind never left the beautiful brunette. I wonder where she works, he thought to himself.

Closer than you think, Jake.

The day went smoother than he thought, ADR’s systems sophisticated but simple. He was able to catch up to where his team was at and log in the progress. He caught glimpses of his dream girl as she walked around the office. Lunch time with the team was easy, the guys were really nice about inviting Jake and keeping him in the conversation. But it was around three that Jake got his break. He was headed into the break room for a much needed pick me up in the way of coffee. Making sure that he didn’t get lost, his eyes wandered around the floor before his reflexes caused him to dodge someone.

“Excuse me, sorry,” he heard and looked to see a flounce of curls walk away. It was dream girl. He was about to say something when someone else caught his attention.

“Pardon me, I just… you’re new.” A British accent hit Jake’s ears and he looked to find himself face to face with John Fitzgerald.

“Yeah, hi. I’m Jake, IT.”

“John, accounting. Sorry, did you see a brunette pass by?”

Jake stared a second too long at Fitzgerald and shook himself back to the present. “Uh, yeah, she went into the elevator.”

“Sly minx, she is. You must know how that is,” Fitzgerald flashed Jake a rouge smile. Jake swallowed and nodded unsure what to say. “Well, I’ll see you around Jake.”

“Likewise.”

This guy? Jake shook his head as he poured himself a cup. Dammit. Now I have to be all douchebag around this guy, he thought to himself as he took a sip. Another voice startled him that he spilled his coffee a bit.

“Is he gone?”

Jake turned to see his dream girl in front of him. Her glasses were pushed up into her hair, showing off her big eyes that he now knew were brown with flecks of green and gold in them. She was chewing on her bottom lip, making it fuller. Jake was memorized. “Uh, yeah. I told him that you went up the elevator.”

“Thank you. God, he just won’t take no for an answer.”

Jake was captivated by her voice. It had a slight accent to it but barely noticeable. “Sorry for my species.” He wrinkled his nose at the comment and went to leave, knowing he had just made a fool of himself.

But then he heard it: her giggle. “Thank you for apologizing. I’m Sam, by the way. Sam Matthews.”

Holy. Shit.

His new boss’s assistant is his dream girl.

And suddenly, being undercover was not so bad.

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