#i want the cute c!tommy but looks like a mess

[meganwritesfanfics]

All I Need to Know (Don’t Know Much Series)

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Trigger Warnings: Talk of violence and blood.

Spoilers for The Last of Us tv show

“You are missing out on all the fun!” Joel called from the water. 

“I am having plenty of fun over here thank you very much!” Y/N called back as she lay on the beach. The sun was warm on her exposed skin. Her two piece bathing suit showed off her bump. For only being about 4 months along she had really started to pop. 

“Mom, come on.” Sarah giggled as she chased after Tommy who dove into the water. 

“Vikki really wants Mommy to come play.” Joel called again and Y/N leaned up on her elbows and watched and he held onto the two year old who was splashing around. 

“Mama!” She called as Joel set her little feet on the sand and she raced towards Y/N. 

“Come here baby.” Y/N giggled as she sat up and reached her arms out. She scooped up the little girl and started kissing her cubby cheeks. The laughter melted Y/N’s heart. Victoria looked so much like Joel, her smile, her cute little nose, and her dark brown curls. Y/N hoped that all of her children would look just like Joel. 

“Can I play with Vikki in the water?” Sarah asked as she walked up to Y/N. 

“Of course, just keep an eye on her, this little one likes to think she is a fish.” Joel laughed as he plopped down on the sand next to Y/N. 

“You want to play with sissy.” Y/N said and the toddler nodded. 

“Sarah!” She said as she reached her arms around and Sarah scooped her up. 

“We have done good Mama.” Joel said as he reached over and laid his hand on Y/N belly. 

“We really have.” Y/N said getting emotional. 

“Hey?” Joel asked his eyes quickly filling with concern. “What wrong?” 

“Hormones,” Y/N joked. “And also I am just so happy.” 

Joel laughed but he moved in closer. “You have made me the happiest man in the world Y/N. Every day I wake up and I can help but smile.” 

Now the waterworks really started. “Joel, you are making me cry, this isn’t fair you know my emotions are just a mess with this baby.” 

“I know something that could fix that.” He said seductively, as he leaned in and kissed Y/N’s neck. 

“Oh I bet you do Mr. Miller.” Y/N said as he eyes fluttered closed. 

Suddenly she felt Joel hoist her up and her eyes snapped open. 

“Joel!” She screamed as he carried her towards the water. “No!” 

“Alarm!” Y/N heard a voice say and it broke her out of her day dream. 

She had been making coffee when she got lost in her thoughts. It had been less than 6 months since she had lost the baby. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. Today was not going to be a sad one, it was going to be one of celebration. It was Joel’s birthday after all. 

Sarah was down in the kitchen long before Joel, which was not unusual as either her or Y/N were usually the ones to wake him up. 

“Good morning sweetheart,” Y/N said as she walked over to the fridge and poured out a glass of orange juice for herself and for Sarah. 

“Pour one for dad too,” Sarah said as she reached around and grabbed eggs from the fridge and walked over to the stove. “He needs some Vitamin C. I swear his blood is nothing but coffee.” 

“He is so lucky he has two wonderful women in his life who take care of him.” Y/N smiled. 

“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to survive without us.” Sarah giggled as she cracked an egg into the pan. 

“Just a heads up, he totally forgot to pick up pancake mix.” Y/N said as she sipped her orange juice. 

“Seriously, I was going to make him birthday pancakes.” Sarah sighed. 

“Hey, how about I make us birthday pancakes for dinner. Your dad probably won’t be home anyway and then we can celebrate his own birthday without him.” Y/N laughed. 

“Sounds like a plan. Oh I won’t be able to ride with you to school today, I have to go get dad’s present.” Sarah continued as she turned back to the stove. 

Y/N reached into the fridge and grabbed out the bacon before returning and standing next to Sarah. 

“Have you given him your present?” Sarah asked and Y/N thought about the package she had stored in the hall closet covered by some luggage that no one had touched in ages. 

“No I figured I can give it to him tonight when we have cake.” Y/N said. 

Joel made his way down the stairs, and Y/N turned to look at him. Even after all the years that they had been together, Y/N couldn’t help but get butterflies in her stomach every time she saw him. Even if he was wearing his shirt inside out. A fact that Y/N was preparing to tease him about relentlessly. 

“Well if it isn’t the birthday boy.” Y/N smiled. 

“Well if it isn’t my two beautiful girls.” Joel smiled as he kissed Y/N. 

“We were going to make pancakes but someone forgot to pick up the pancake mix.” Sarah chimed in. 

“You know, I don’t even really like pancakes.” 

“They weren’t for you, they were for me and mom.” Every time Sarah called her mom, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. 

Joel had made his way over to the coffee machine when Y/N quickly grabbed his arm. 

“No, Dr. Sarah over here requests that you have some orange juice before your coffee this morning.” Y/N laughed as she placed the glass in his hand. 

Joel stuck his tongue out at Sarah and she did the same. 

By the time they had gotten breakfast all ready, Y/N knew she only was going to be able to stay for a little while longer before she had to get to school. 

“How old are you in anyway,” Sarah asked. 

“Thirty-six,” 

“Gonna half to wear diapers soon.” 

“Who says I’m not already.” 

“And on that note, I’m going to head out.” Y/N said as she picked up her plate and walked towards the sink.  It was then that she heard the garage door opening. 

“Is there enough for Uncle Tommy?” Joel asked. 

“There would have been.” Sarah laughed. 

Y/N sighed as she watched Tommy come in. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Tommy, she loved him, he was like a little brother to her as well. But Tommy always found a way of getting himself into trouble, and by getting himself into trouble, he expected Joel to bail him out. She couldn’t count the amount of times Joel had had to go out in the middle to the night to bail Tommy out. Not to mention he absolutely depended on Joel for everything. 

“You’re still alive, you old fucker.” Tommy laughed as he patted Joel on the back and made his way towards the fridge. 

“Aw, he loves you.” Sarah teased. 

“He’s dependent on me. Not the same thing.” Joel said as he made eye contact with Y/N. Tommy was the one constant thing in their relationship that caused them to fight. 

“I think it’s the same.” Sarah chimed in. 

“It’s definitely the same.” Tommy laughed. “Morning Y/N.” He smiled as he pulled open the fridge. 

“Good morning Tommy,” Y/N said. “Promise me you will convince your brother to come home early since it is his birthday.” 

“You and I both know that the only person who can tell Joel what to do is you.” 

“Hey!” Sarah exclaimed her mouth full of eggs. 

“Sorry babygirl, Tommy’s right. You may have me wrapped around your finger, but whatever Y/N says goes.” Joel smiled as he made his way over to Y/N and gave her a big kiss. 

“Well then birthday boy, I expect you home at a reasonable hour, and with cake.” Y/N smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair. 

“Woman, are you making me buy my own birthday cake.” 

“Well seeing as you forgot to buy pancake mix…” She teased. 

“Alright alright.” 

“Now I’ve got to get to work but I will see you tonight.” Y/N kissed him again before she turned and walked towards the garage. 

“Wait,” She heard Joel call and his hand wrapped around her wrist pulling her back into him. “I love you.” He kissed her again hard. 

“I love you too Joel.” She beamed but her mind drifted back to her daydream and her heart broke a little. As she opened the door to leave she called back over her shoulder. “Your shirt is inside out.” 

“Shit,” She heard Joel say and she could hear Sarah laughing as she shut the door behind her. 

*******

The day dragged on, all Y/N wanted to do was be curled up on the couch with Joel and Sarah watching some shitty movie, but she had to work. School was still rough because it was the first couple of weeks of classes so most of the students were still on summer time. Over the lunch break all the teachers were huddled together in the teacher lounge talking about everything that was going on in the news, She knew that what they were talking about was thousands of miles away, but still she couldn’t help but feel a knot growing in her stomach, as if it knew that something terrible was bound to happen. 

Luckily after lunch, most of the students were in a food coma, so they had calmed down a bit, which made the afternoon go by much faster. She spent an hour or so after school grading papers, before she made her back home. It usually only took her about 30 to 45 minutes to make it home depending on traffic. But for some reason it took her almost 2 hours. And it seemed like there were cops everywhere; racing down the street, parked in front of stores, and houses. By the time she reached the house her nerves were shot. 

“Sarah,” She called when she got in the house. But when she saw that all the lights were off, and there was no Sarah sitting on the couch the knot in her stomach grew even larger. “Sarah!” 

She dropped all of her bags on the floor and ran upstairs, her heart racing. As she peered inside Y/N found the room empty, and her heart dropped. 

Just as she was about to pull her phone out and call Joel she heard the front door open. 

“Y/N you are never going to guess what I found at the Adler’s Dad is going to…” Sarah started when Y/N rushed down the stairs and pulled her into her arms. “Woah what’s going on?” 

“I’m sorry, things were so weird and when I came home you weren’t here and I panicked.” Y/N gasped as she held onto Sarah tightly. As she backed away she quickly wiped the tears out of her eyes. “I’m sorry, sorry. What were you saying you found?” 

Sarah smiled as she held up the dvd. Curtis and Viper 2. One of Joel’s favorites. 

“Ugh no!” Y/N teased. “Do you know how many times your dad has made me watch this?” 

“It’s that bad huh?” 

“Oh it’s so bad, but I think your dad will be so excited to introduce you to it!” 

“Too bad he is going to be home late?” 

“What?” Y/N sighed. 

“He said he was going to work a double, but he would be back by nine.” Sarah said as she made her way over to the couch. 

“Yeah, we will see about that.” Y/N said as she picked up her bag and carried it over to the couch to sit with Sarah. “Do you have any homework?” 

“Nope got it all done.” Sarah said but she couldn’t help but smile at the lie. 

“God we need to work on your pokerface girlie, you are never going to be able to lie about anything to your father and me with a face like that.” Y/N laughed. “But it is Friday so I guess I will let you off the hook. You were probably planning on just made panicking Sunday night right?” 

“It’s what I do best.” 

Y/N sat with Sarah on the couch grading papers while Sarah flipped through channels. 9 came and went and Sarah had pulled out a magazine while Y/N watched the news, the fear filling back up as she watched different reports about the violence spreading around the Austin area. She tried her best to keep that fear off her face, she didn’t want Sarah to get worried. 

“Joel is just running late, as usually he will be home any minute.” Y/N thought. 

As the time inched closer to ten and the news reports got worse, Y/N could feel her hands shaking. Something felt wrong, she couldn’t exactly say what, but she was just filled with this feeling of absolute dread. 

When she heard the keys in the lock, she almost cried. She reached forward for the remote and shut off the tv as Joel his way towards the couch, sitting inbetween her and Sarah. 

He said down and laid back placing his hands on his eyes. This is the way most nights ended for the Miller family. Joel worked himself so hard during the day that he came back exhausted, and late. Y/N reached her hand behind him and began to gently rub his back. 

“It’s 10,” Sarah replied. 

“I know.” Joel sighed, “They gave us the wrong size for the headers,” He leaned forward to take off his boots and Y/N leaned forward to help. “Thanks darlin,” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “That doesn’t mean anything to you Sarah, I’m sorry.” 

“Where’s the cake?” Y/N whispered as quietly as possible. 

“Shit,” Joel said placing his head in his hands. 

“Come on man,” Sarah exclaimed. 

“I’ll get us one tomorrow.” 

“Swear or you don’t get your present.” 

Joel sat up and looked at Sarah eyes wide. 

“You got me a present?” 

“Mom did too, but we aren’t going to give it to you unless you swear.” 

“On my life.” Joel said. 

Sarah smiled. “Do you want to go first or should I?” She asked Y/N. 

“You go first, I’m going to move these toxic hazards somewhere else and then grab my gift.” Y/N laughed as she grabbed Joel’s boots and walked them back to the hall. She could hear Joel and Sarah laughing. For some reason as she grabbed the small present and the note from the closet she felt nervous. It was silly to feel nervous, her and Joel had been together for going on ten years. And everything she had written in this note were things they had expressed to one another so many times. But compiling it all into one note had been very emotional for her. 

Ever since they lost the baby, things between the two of them had been rockier than they had ever been in the past. It wasn’t bad, but it was different. Especially because Joel wanted to try again. He would never push her, that wasn’t the type of man Joel was, but he would gauge her thoughts on the idea. She wasn’t ready, and at the time she didn’t know if she would ever be ready again. Not if it meant she would have to face the idea of losing a child again. But time had passed and she felt her heart had healed enough. 

She made her way back towards the couch where she found Joel putting on the watch. 

“Now I know I can’t top Sarah’s gift. But here is one I think we will all enjoy.” But as she was handing over the present she grabbed the note from off the top and slipped it into her back pocket. 

She took her place next to Joel as he opened up the crudely wrapped present. 

“Who helped you wrap this, Tommy?” Joel laughed and Y/N smacked his arm. 

Inside was a Pearl Jam T-shirt with the cover of Joel’s favorite album on it. 

“Oh sweet thank you!” Joel said and he leaned over to give Y/N a kiss. 

“Wait, that isn’t it!” Sarah squealed excitedly. 

“You have to unfold the shirt.” Y/N responded. 

Joel gave her an inquisitive look but he did as he was told and three small slips of paper fell out. 

“Holy shit!” Joel exclaimed and Sarah laughed. “You got me tickets to Pearl Jam!” 

“Well technically I got all of us tickets to Pearl Jam but yes, they are in Dallas in the summer and I figured you would…” She started when he quickly pulled her in for a kiss. 

“How did I get so lucky.” Joel said as he put his arm around Y/N and Sarah and pulled them into him. 

“Can’t breath! Losing oxygen!” Sarah laughed. “Oh there is one more thing.” 

Y/N groaned playfully and Sarah pulled out the dvd from behind the pillow and Joel gasped as he grabbed it from her. 

“Borrowed it from the Adlers.” 

“Oh this is the one with the deleted scenes.” 

“Yeah imagine how bad those have to be.” Sarah laughed. “C’mon pop it in while it’s still your birthday.” 

Joel stood up and placed the dvd in the player before he sat back down on the couch and both Y/N and Sarah cuddled up to him. 

“Don’t fall asleep.” Joel teased. 

“Course I won’t, it’s too riveting.” Sarah said. 

In less than an hour Sarah was out curled up with her head in Joel’s lap. If it hadn’t been for the note sitting in her pocket Y/N would have been out cold to. 

“Joel,” Y/N whispered not wanting to wake Sarah. “I have one more present for you.” 

“Y/N, you didn’t have to get me anything, you and Sarah are all I need.” Joel said. 

“Will you just hush and read it.” She said as she handed him the paper. 

Joel gave her a curious look before he unfolded the paper. He smiled when he started reading it but the smile quickly faded. Y/N felt her heart stop when Joel shifted Sarah carefully off his lap as he stood up still holding the note as he read it intensely. 

Y/N didn’t even know what to say as she stood there waiting for Joel to finish. She watched as he folded the paper back up his hands shaking slightly. He looked up at her tears in his eyes. 

“Y/N, this is…” He cleared his throat. “This is beautiful, I don’t… I don’t know how I got so lucky as to find you.” 

Y/N could feel her own eyes welling up with tears. “You are going to make me cry, stop it.” 

Joel pulled her into his arms holding her tightly. “I love you Y/N, so god damn much.” 

“I love you too Joel. And I meant what I said, I’m ready to start trying for a baby again.” 

He kissed her again hard and she felt his hands working their way up her shirt. 

“Joel, I don’t mean right this second. Sarah is asleep right there.” Y/N giggled. 

“She’s a heavy sleeper, we will be fine.” He said kissing her again. 

They had just started to make their way towards the stairs when Joel's cell phone began buzzing on the table. 

Joel groaned as he backed away from Y/N and made his way to grab it. “Who the hell is calling at this hour?” 

“Joel Miller, you and I both know who is calling.” Y/N sighed as she straightened her shirt back out. 

“Hello?” Joel answered. “Yeah? Goddamnit.” Joel rubbed his eyes and he turned to look at Y/N. “Now?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes as she made her way upstairs to get ready for bed realizing that their plans for the evening had quickly changed. It wasn’t long before she heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. She peered out from the bathroom and saw Joel carrying Sarah to her room. 

She followed and watched as he laid her in bed and leaned down to kiss her forehead before turning back to Y/N with a pleading look in his eyes. 

Neither said a word until they knew they were out of earshot of the sleeping teenager. 

“Tommy is in jail.” Joel sighed. 

“Shit,” Y/N gasped as she ran her hands through her hair. 

“He needs me to come pick him up because if I don’t today he will be stuck in there all weekend. I’m so sorry baby.” 

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want him to be stuck in jail.” Y/N said. “Just please be careful, the news keeps talking about the violence that is happening everywhere and there were so many cops on my drive home and I…” 

“Woah,” Joel said as he grabbed her face in his hands. “Just breath for me darlin’” 

Y/N took a deep breath as she closed the distance between her and Joel as she wrapped her arms around him. 

“Please just promise me you will be careful.” 

“I will go get Tommy, kick his ass, and then I will be right home I promise.” He said as he leaned down and kissed the top of Y/N’s head. “And then when I get back…” He growled seductivly. 

“Oh no, I will be asleep. You had your chance.” Y/N laughed. 

“But it’s my birthday!” Joel whined. 

“It won’t be your birthday by the time you get back.” 

“I will speed, I will be back here before midnight.” 

“If you can get back here before midnight you might get lucky tonight Miller, but I don’t see that happening.” 

“I like a challenge.” Joel said as he kissed her hard again. He large hands gripped her waist and squeezed causing her to moan. 

“Joel,” She gasped. “If you don’t leave now you won’t make it back in time.” 

“Ugh, fine.” He laughed as he pulled away. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” She watched him leave The minute he was out of view she felt the exhaustion hit her. Y/N went up to her and Joel room and laid down, thinking that she would just rest her eyes wanting to stay awake for when Joel got home, but the minute her head hit the pillow she drifted off to sleep. 

******

“Dad?” She heard a voice call and it woke her up. “Y/N?” She turned sleepy to see Sarah standing in the doorway. Suddenly a helicopter roared over head shaking the house. 

Y/N looked at the clock and saw that it was two in the morning. Panic set in when she found her bed empty and no sign of Joel. 

“Joel?!” She called as she followed Sarah downstairs. 

The house was empty. The noises that filled the air only added to the panic that Y/N felt but she tried to keep calm for Sarah’s sake. 

“Where is Dad?” Sarah asked worried. 

“He had to go pick up Tommy, he should be back soon.” Y/N said as she reached for the remote and turned on the tv hoping to find answers as to what was going on. 

The tv turned on to the emergency broadcast sound. “Law enforcement and emergency services are in the area and will be in contact with further instructions… 

Suddenly there was a loud banging sound and both Y/N and Sarah jumped. Y/N grabbed Sarah and pushed her behind her, but their assailant they found was Mercy, the Adler’s dog. 

“Jesus Christ.” Y/N gasped. “That’s it I’m calling your dad,” Y/N walked away from Sarah into the kitchen to grab the phone. 

In an instant she dialed Joel’s phone number, and began pacing around the kitchen waiting for him to answer. 

“You have reached Joel Miller, sorry I couldn’t come to the…” The voicemail responded and Y/N slammed the phone back down. 

“Fuck!” She whispered under her breath. She balled her hands into fists trying to stop them from shaking. “Knowing your dad, he has the volume turned all the way down so he…” Y/N tried to laugh but when she turned the corner she found Sarah was gone and the front door was wide open. “Sarah!” 

Y/N burst out the front door just in time to watch Mercy sprint down the street. “Sarah!” She screamed again and turned to see Sarah standing in the Adler’s yard. “What the hell Sarah, you can’t just go off like that, you scared the shit out of me…” 

“I think something happened to the Adler’s.” Sarah said. 

Y/N made her way over to Sarah and saw what she was looking at. The front door to the Adler’s was wide open and they could hear clanging coming from inside. Y/N’s blood ran cold. 

“Ok, Sarah we are going to quietly make our way back to the house.” Y/N whispered. 

“But what if they are hurt?” 

Y/N sighed. “I will check on them, you go back and lock the door behind you.” 

“No, I’m not leaving you.” 

“Sarah I…” Y/N snapped but she knew that Sarah was far too stubborn to persuade her otherwise. “Fine but stay behind me, understood.” 

She just nodded and she got up close to Y/N as they made their way into the house. 

The first thing they saw was the rug was bunched up right at the door and Mercy’s lease was laying on the ground. It looked as though they had been heading out the door for a walk when whatever happened, happened. 

“Mrs. Adler?” Y/N called as they inched forward in the house. Another loud clang came from the kitchen and Sarah grabbed onto Y/N hand tightly. 

“Mrs. Adler?” Sarah called as they made their way toward the kitchen. Y/N had just taken a step inside when her foot slipped on something wet. She looked down in horror to find a large trail of blood and at the end was Mr. Adler leaning up against the wall. 

“Help me,” He gasped. 

“Oh my god,” Y/N inched forward but watched as Mr. Adler frantically looked from her to his left then back at her again. Y/N followed his sightline and froze when she saw Nana Adler on top of Mrs. Adler and it looked like she was eating her. As Nana Adler slowly looked up Y/N saw what looked like vines growing out of her mouth. “Sarah.” She tried to say but no words came out as she stood in fear watching as the old woman locked eyes with her and let out a loud screech. “Run!” She screamed as she turned back to Sarah and the two bolted from the house. 

Y/N looked over her shoulder to see if they were being followed when she heard the sound of a car and saw the headlights. 

“Get in the truck right now!” She heard a voice say and she knew it was Joel. “Move,” He said as he grabbed onto Sarah and started to push her towards the truck, Y/N following closely behind the two of them. 

Another loud screech came from the house as everyone turned in horror to watch Nana Adler burst from the house. She tripped on the rug and landed with a sickening crack on the floor. Joel had one hand on Sarah and the other he held a large wrench, but he used that hand to start to push Y/N behind him. 

“What are we doing Joel?” Tommy screamed as Nana Adler sprinted towards them. 

Just before she reached them Y/N lunged at Sarah to try to protect her, and Joel took a swing with the wrench, cracking Nana Adler across the face and she landed on the ground unmoving. 

Y/N grabbed onto Sarah and pulled her in, trying to shield her from the body. She had tears in her eyes as she looked over at Joel. 

“You killed her,” She gasped and he dropped the wrench pulling both Y/N and Sarah into his arms. 

“I’m sorry baby,” He said. 

“Joel we got to go,” Tommy replied and that was the first time Y/N noticed that Tommy had a shotgun. 

“Listen to me,” Joel said. “It’s not just the Adlers.” 

Sarah moved out of Y/N’s embrace to look at her father, tears streaming down her face. 

“We are going to be brave. And we are going to get out of this.” He said as he grabbed her face in his hands. 

There was a loud explosion behind them and Y/N jumped still holding on tightly to both Sarah and Joel. 

“Let’s go come one.” Tommy said as he went back to the driver’s seat. 

Joel helped Sarah into the car and as he reached back for Y/N she threw her arms around him. 

“We are going to be ok Joel, aren’t we?” She asked terrified. 

“I promise darlin’ I’m not going to let anything happen to you or Sarah.” He kissed the side of her head as he helped her into the car. 

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[tobysbliss]

If you're still doing fics for the prompt list you posted, could you do 3 with lee!wilbur ler!niki? Either C or CC works :) /nf

it was discussed through dms that another ler was chosen because i dont write for niki

prompt list:

3. “Make me~”

lee!wilbur (revivedbur) (he/they) ler!tommy (he/xey/they)

i wanted to do

c!crimeboys

because

them /pos

i went overboard oops dont care

They didn’t even know what they were arguing about. All they knew at this point, was that they wanted to be the one in the right.

This was a common occurrence with Revivedbur and Tommy— they’re brothers. It’s bound to be normal.

“Just admit that you’re wrong!” Wilbur exclaimed, bringing up a hand to push his white streak of hair our of his face.

“I’m not wrong! I’m always in the right, so you’re wrong!” Tommy shouted back, doing the exact same motion Wilbur had done to xeir own white streak.

“You are such a child,” Wilbur shook his head with a small smirk beginning to form on their face. “A little, immature child.” Tommy’s mouth was wide open, as if in disbelief at the comment.

“I am not! You take that back!” Tommy crossed their arms over his chest, fake pouting.

Wilbur’s smirk became more evident. “Make me~”

Tommy paused.

Oh, so this is how he wanted to play? Well then..

“Gladly.” Tommy spoke before pouncing on Wilbur, quickly and easily pinning the brunette down with the advantage of having caught them off guard. Xey quickly grabbed both of Wilbur’s wrists with one hand, holding them out of the way as he used his free hand to claw and vibrate xeir fingers into the older’s ribs. The reaction was immediate.

“TohoHOHOMMY! NOHOT THIHIHIS! FUHUCK!” Wilbur shrieked, pulling for his arms to be free and fight back. Inevitably, he failed as they were already weak from one of their worst spots being targeted immediately.

“Take it back, Wil!” Tommy shouted over Wilbur’s loud laughter, bringing xeir hand down to pinch and drill into his hips.

“NOHOHO!” The sensations were maddening, Wilbur thought he might die right there. How the fuck had they managed to let their little brother take him down so easily?

“No? Okay then..” Tommy said, waiting a couple seconds to pull Wilbur’s shirt up to his lower ribs. Xey looked at the brunette’s scar for a moment.

“Tohommy? What the hehell are you dohoing?” Wilbur’s confusion changed to panic when Tommy lowered his head. “Wahait- Wahahait Tohohommy no- Tohohohommy nohOHOHOHO! FUHUHUCK!”

Wilbur threw his head back in loud, happy cackles as Tommy blew a large raspberry right on his scar on his stomach. Tommy let go of Wilbur’s wrists, using one hand to hold xemself up and the other to switch between targetting the brunette’s ribs and hips. They laughed alongside his brother, he had always found their laughter to be contagious.

“OKAHAY! I’M SOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEHEASE!” At the plea, Tommy immediately stopped and got off of Wilbur soon after. The brunette moved to lay more in Tommy’s lap and then curled into a ball.

“You alright, Wil?” Tommy asked, running a hand through Wilbur’s hair. The brunette nodded, turning to lay on his back and look up at Tommy.

It took everything in Tommy’s power to not coo aloud at Wilbur.

The man was laying there with the widest smile and a bright red face, he had tears at the corner of his squinted eyes, he still had one arm wrapped around his torso, which Tommy assumed was because they were scared that xey would tickle him again. Wilbur’s hair was a mess, the fluffy brown curls were just all over the place yet somehow the man still looked cute.

“You are absolutely adorable- Holy fucking shit. Why don’t I ever get to see you like this? I need to tickle you more often if it means I get to see this, man!” Tomny rambled, giving Wilbur a few pokes to his stomach which earned high pitched giggles and a muffled “nohoho!” as they covered their mouth with their hand.

Despite his protests Wilbur couldn’t say he hated this. Infact, he loved it. He’d never say that outloud, though. He has a reputation to hold!

“TohOHOHOMMY! NOHOHOT THIHIHIS! FUHUCK!” Wilbur shrieked, squirming and kicking and shaking his head wildly as if trying to distract themself of the sensations. His glasses fell off his face, and Tommy stopped for a second to move them to the side so that they wouldn’t break.

[resident-gay-bitch]

Missin’ You Big Boy

summary: Eddies always had a thing for Steve, ever since he laid eyes on the pretty haired boy. and after their first year of highs chool together, Eddie jokes about them missing each other. as the years go on, the joke only continues, how could he not after seeing the way Steve gets all giddy and flustered. it was, quite frankly, adorable. and then Steve graduates, and the next time they see each other (after Eddies wanted for murder) they realised they missed each other more than ever.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, a whole lot of crying, blood, adorable steddie content, super gay, fuck Tommy Hagan, be ready to cry.

Eddie always thought Steve was pretty, ever since he first laid eyes on him in the middle school talent show. Eddie was up on stage with Corroded Coffin rehearsing, and Steve was sitting front row, talking to the music director about an assignment. He had no interest in the talent show, or what was going on with the loud, obscene music onstage, but Eddie found himself staring anyway. It wasn’t as if Eddie didn’t understand why he looked at Steve the way he did, he’d always had a strange sort of attraction to boys, the magazines he kept hidden under his bed were proof of that. But Eddie hated that he was staring, because deep down he knew that Steve would never stare at him. Hell, he didn’t even notice Eddie screaming into the microphone shredding his guitar right in front of him. 

But what Eddie didn’t know, is that he did notice. He just forced himself not to. 

In Eddie’s freshman year, he hated himself for missing Steve. He wasn’t able to brush past him in the halls, or smile at him from across the cafeteria, and he certainly would never get the opportunity to awkwardly say hi if they ‘accidently’ bumped into one another. But Steve was glad Eddie was on another campus, he wouldn’t be so distracted anymore. It gave him more time to focus on the important things… like girls. 

Then the summer rolled around, and Eddie found himself missing Steve. He hated swimming, that was a sure thing, but he spent a large part of the summer at the public pool, just praying Steve would show up with his friends. Eddie knew he was a swimmer. But he hardly showed up, Eddie didn’t know Steve had his own pool. Plus, the times he did show up, Eddie would just sit there and gawk. Next time, he’d tell himself, next time I’ll talk to him. Yeah, he never talked to him. Steve barely even noticed Eddie at the pool, he was always too focused on the girl that had dragged him there, the girl he wasn’t allowed to take over to his house for a swim. 

Then, on the first day of Steve’s freshman year, and Eddie’s junior year, their lockers were assigned across from each other. Directly. If Eddie stood with his back up against his locker (which he did a lot), he would get a perfect view of Steve standing in his, pulling out his books, fixing up his hair… his ass. One random Tuesday afternoon, before lunch, in the first term, Eddie was once again leaning up against his locker, talking to Gareth. Then Steve approaches his locker, a stressed out flustered mess, and Eddie stares. He watches, not listening to a thing his friend is saying as Steve tosses his books inside and makes a mess, grabbing his new ones before slamming the door shut and hitting it. And Eddie finally got the courage to speak.

“You alright there, Harrington?” 

He spun around quickly, his hair bouncing in that cute little way that always made Eddie’s insides squirm, and he forced a smile, acting like everything was okay, “Uh, yeah….” he nodded. 

Gareth pulled a confused face, “Why are you talking to him?” He whispered, and Eddie brushed him away.

“You sure? You look like someone pissed in your cheerios this morning or something.” 

Steve laughed, he actually laughed, and Eddie thought he died right there. 

“Uh, yeah.” Steve nodded again, “Just, Ms O’Donnel gave me a C on the group assignment we just did… well, the one I did all the work on… everyone else in the group got a B.” 

Eddie nervously bit his lip, pushing his back off the locker so he was standing normally, still on the other side of the hall, “Yeah, she’ll ah, she’s a bit of a bitch.” 

Steve smiled, huffing a little laugh through his nose, Eddie blushed, “She is such a bitch.” 

“I’m sure she’ll warm up to you, Harrington.” Eddie smiled, eyes quickly dropping to the ground, “Unlike me you actually have some likeable qualities.” Yeah, that got an even more confused look from Gareth. 

“You think?” Steve shuffled a little closer. 

“Yeah,” Eddie smiled, taking a few steps closer himself, he reached a hand out and waived it around Steve’s head, “You actually have a decent haircut for one.” 

Steve laughed, “I don’t see anything wrong with your’s, Munson.” 

Eddie knew he was lying, it was in that awkward stage after a buzzcut, and he was trying to grow it long. He looked like an even bigger dork than usual. But something about the way Steve said it, it sounded genuine, a little compassionate, and Eddie blushed a little. 

“Bullshit.” He smiled, “And, hey, you’re not a massive nerd, that’s a quality she likes, apparently. And I’m sure you’re not the type of guy to randomly interrupt the class out of pure boredom… something she loves a lot, I have found. The reason why I am definitely her least favourite student.” 

Steve nodded slowly, his eyes taking in the little blush of red on Eddie’s cheeks, his little smile, the way the lines creased around his eyes… no. He’d just gone a whole year without thinking of this boy for whatever fucking reason, it could not start again. He would not let it. Eddie felt a little awkward in the silence, so he cleared his throat. 

“No but really, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He nodded, putting on his most manly demeanour he could muster. 

Steve snapped out of his trance, “Yeah, okay…” He smiled. 

“Move it, Freak!” Some random jock shoved Eddie’s back, “Quit standing in the middle of the hallway!” He stumbled into Steve. 

Eddie was quick to step away, but not before the strong scent of Steve’s cologne, and hairspray, was stuck in his mind.

“Sorry.” He muttered. 

Steve looked at him, and then at the older jocks that were walking away, overly proud of themselves, “Don’t be.” Steve shook his head, “That was an asshole move.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah. I’m used to it though.” 

“You shouldn’t be.” Steve smiled. 

“Yeah well, it's how it is… the Freaks are always gonna be treated like shit, gotta get used to it.” 

Steve nodded slowly, he didn’t really know how to sympathise with Eddie, but maybe a joke would cheer him up?

“I don’t think you’re a freak…” Steve smirked, “Maybe you look a bit like one with that haircut–”

“Fuck off.” Eddie laughed, covering his face with one hand. 

Steve laughed, almost dropping his books, and Eddie was quick to reach a hand out and help him, accidentally grabbing onto Steve’s hand instead. Both of them froze. Eddie quickly pulled his hand away and cleared his throat. How the fuck was Steve’s hand so soft? And Steve just didn’t understand why his stomach flipped over when he felt Eddie’s calloused fingers tracing over his skin. 

“Uhm,” Steve cleared his throat, “I should get going.” 

“Right.” Eddie nodded, taking a small step back, “Right, yeah. Okay.” Fuck, he really fucked up. 

“Thank you.” Steve simply said, but it made Eddie’s heart race. 

“Thank me?” 

“Yeah… for cheering me up a bit.” Steve nodded, awkwardly turning, “I’ll– I’ll see you round, Freak.” There was a soft smile on his lips. 

Eddie blushed, a wide grin spreading across his face, “Yeah, see ya round, Harrington. Don’t miss me too much.” 

“Promise I won’t.” Steve called out, a little laugh rolling off his tongue, and he rounded the corner. 

Eddie just stared at the space Steve once occupied, his heart racing a million miles per hour, face cherry red, hands clammy. Dear Ozzy, he was fucked. 

“Dude,” Gareth slapped a hand over Eddie’s shoulder, laughing to himself, “Harringtons the guy you’re into?” 

Eddie turned to him, hairs standing on end, “You knew it was a guy?” 

Gareth glared up at him, an eyebrow raised and he shook his head, “You literally have a poster of Bret Michaels shirtless on your wall.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh,” Gareth laughed and shook his head, “your totally fucked man, no way is Harrington into dudes.”

“You don’t have to fuckin tell me twice.” Eddie slapped his hands over his face and groaned. 

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Eddie thought about that random Tuesday a lot. He couldn’t get Steve out of his head. But he was glad it happened, because they talked every day now. Every time they saw each other at their lockers, they would share a sweet little hello, sometimes in the morning they would stop and ask each other about the previous night, sometimes they would talk about classes. They would often bitch about O’Donnel. It pained him whenever a pretty girl would lean on the locker beside Steve, and flirt with him, bat her eyes, suggestively suck on a lollipop, and Steve would always eat it up. It hurt the most when Steve would wrap his arm around her, or even kiss her… right in front of Eddie. It’s not like Eddie had a right to get upset, or jealous, or anything else, but he always did. But none of that stuff ever stopped Eddie for falling head over heels for the perfect hair and polo shirts that Steve always sported. Eddie would flirt more, and more with him, and he always ended the conversation with a variation of ‘don’t miss me too much’, and Steve always shook his head and rolled his eyes and smiled before walking away. But the thing Eddie liked the most, was just how kind Steve really was. He had such a big heart, and he always had a smile for Eddie, and he always, always told Eddie that those assholes that called him a freak were nothing more than that… assholes, and that Eddie was more than just a silly little label the town had pinned on him. It was almost like his kindness was too good to be true.

And then it was too good to be true. Because Eddie’s sophomore year rolled around, and Steve’s locker wasn’t across from his anymore, it was on the other side of the campus. There were no more sweet good mornings, or goodbyes, or random little hellos. There were no more O’Donnel slander sessions. No more anything. Anytime Eddie saw Steve in the halls in those first few weeks, he would smile and wave, he’d even go to approach him for some light conversation. But Every time Steve just turned his head away, ignoring him, pushing him away. And it hurt Eddie more than it should have. Then, the first basketball game of the season, it was Steve’s first game where he wasn’t benched, and Eddie wouldn’t miss it for the world. So, he dragged Gareth along, and he sat there the whole game and watched. He didn’t really get it, he didn’t care who won or who lost, he didn’t care about basketball at all, he just wanted to be there for Steve, to cheer him on, and to congratulate him after… maybe even ask how his summer was. After the game, that’s just what Eddie did. He stepped down from the bleachers, Gareth following close behind, and he stepped onto the now crowded court and made his way over to Steve, who was alone, wiping his face with a towel and sipping on some water. Eddie thought he looked beautiful… and he really loved those tiny little shorts. Maybe he could get into basketball after all. 

“Steve,” Eddie smiled as he approached, “great game… I think.” 

Steve’s face lit up when he saw the boy, his hair a little longer now, sitting just under his jaw in a tangled mess. 

“Eddie, you came.” He put the towel over his shoulders, “I didn’t pick you as the basketball type.” 

“I’m not really.” Eddie laughed nervously, and Gareth nudged his arm, he swallowed, “Just came to watch you.” 

Steve stiffened a little, his back straightened out, “Oh?” He caught Eddie’s big brown eyes with his own, and everything felt comfortable, “Thanks… means a lot.” 

Eddie nodded, “Well, I always support my friends so-” 

“Were friends?” Steve picked up. 

Eddie looked up at him, a little startled, “Uhm, I thought so.” His mouth suddenly felt very dry, “I thought because… well we just–”

“We never hang out though.” Steve questioned, his eyebrows creasing down.

“I suppose.” Eddie nodded his head slowly, eyes glued to the ground. 

“My parents didn’t even come to watch my game.” Steve almost whispered, “So… it really does mean a lot to me that you came.” 

Eddie looked up at him, wide eyed, “You got shitty parents too?” 

“Something like that.” 

Eddie nodded, “Sorry for getting the wrong idea, we just used to talk-”

“No, it’s okay…” Steve smiled, “I guess we are friends.” 

Eddie grinned and Gareth elbowed him in the ribs subtly, Eddie looked down at his friend who was giving him a suggestive glare and Eddie nudged him away. 

“So uh..” He cleared his throat, playing with the edge of his jacket, “did you want to maybe… hang out some–” 

“Harrington!” A hand landed down on Steve’s shoulder, Tommy Hagan’s to be exact… one of Eddie’s newest irritations. 

“Hagan.” Steve nodded, awkwardly looking between Eddie and the ground. 

Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes a little, he knew what was coming. 

“Hey Freak.” Tommy scoffed, “What the fuck do you think your doing?”

“Just talking to Harrington.” Eddie forced a smile, “Thought he might miss me.” 

Eddie glanced over to Steve who had a soft smile on his lips and he shook his head at Eddie, rolling his eyes as he always did. He loved it when Eddie teased… a little more than a man usually should. A secret he would take to the grave. 

“Miss you?” Tommy scoffed, laughing out, “Hear that Harrington? I think the freaks got a crush.” 

Eddie’s face went red, and Steve’s smile dropped, a confused expression spread across his face, he was utterly oblivious. Did he even know what a gay person was? 

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie shook his head, forcing the lump in his throat down, “Funny, Hagan.”

Tommy laughed again before shoving Eddie’s shoulder, “Why don’t you run back to your little nerd squad and leave us the fuck alone.” 

“Whatever.” Eddie scoffed, turning away without saying goodbye. 

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From that day, Steve only hung around with the assholes. They always shat on Eddie in the halls, or at lunch, or wherever they went. Steve didn’t say mean things to him, but he never tried to stop the bullying either. The whole hellfire grew to hate ‘King’ Steve, the now leader of the pack, the King of Hawkins High. And by Eddie’s first senior year, Steve started becoming an even bigger prick. Not only did he constantly have a random girl under his arm (which always made Eddie’s stomach churn), he also now joined in with calling Eddie a freak… only when the other assholes would encourage him too though. And Steve always regretted it. Eddie only grew to hate himself more. It was too good to be true, Steve was nothing more than an asshole. An asshole who Eddie fell in love with. 

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Then, Eddie failed senior year, the bullying only accumulating more. And on his first day, he walked into the homeroom, and there sat the King himself. Eddie froze, he didn’t even think about being in Steve’s grade now, but it scared the shit out of him. As he walked through the class, the students all began to cheer and whoop and throw scrunched up pieces of paper at him, all to tease him of course… now not only the freak of Hawkins High, but also the failure. The guy who couldn’t even graduate. This year was going to be hell. He laid the theatrics on thick, like he usually did, taking a bow and doing a little turn, a grin on his face as he made his way to the back of the classroom. As the shouting died down, he slumped in his chair and found himself, once again, staring at the back of Steve Harrington. 

To make matters worse, if they could even get any worse, their lockers were now right fucking next to eachother. Eddie threw his head back with a loud groan when he saw Steve in the locker besides number 243. Steve whipped his head around at the loud sound, and his stomach dropped. Eddie walked up and opened the metal door, refusing to look Steve’s way. Steve kept his eyes on Eddie, a sort of ache running through his body, he missed him. Steve turned back to his locker.

“Feels like freshman year all over again.” 

Eddie tensed up at the sound of his voice. He hadn’t heard Steve speak in that tone since eighty three. It made his whole body melt, he missed it. He hated the way Steve talked to him now, all tough and preppy, thinking he was better than anyone else. But now, now it was soft, and warm, and safe, and Eddie wanted to punch him for it. 

“Yeah, except now I’m a failure, and you’re an asshole.” He scoffed, he didn’t care if the hurt in his voice was noticeable to Steve, in fact, a little part of him needed Steve to know how hurt he really was. 

Steve tensed, he sort of felt like crying, thank god Eddie’s locker door was in between them, blocking their view of each other, “You’re not a failure… or a freak.” 

Eddie scoffed and shook his head, “Yeah… but only when no ones around to scold you for being nice to me, right?” 

Steve’s eyes dropped, “I’m sorry.” 

Eddie nodded, but Steve couldn’t see that. Eddie placed his hands on the shelf of his locker, leaning on it a little, “Bet you missed me, right Big Boy?” 

Steves insides flipped and he couldnt help but smile, thank fucking god for the locker door, “Maybe I did.” 

Eddie shook his head and slammed his locker shut, “Yeah well, I didn’t.” Lie. Super big fucking lie. 

Steve couldn’t do anything other than watch as Eddie walked away, not giving Steve the satisfaction of the hurt look on his face. Steve never hated himself more than he did at that moment. 

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“I told you O’Donnel would grow on you.” Eddie said, the locker door between them. 

It was the day before Christmas break, and the first time Eddie had started a conversation with Steve this year that wasn’t straight up rude. Steve swallowed thickly, thinking back to their first interaction, all those years ago. 

“Yeah.” He huffed a laugh through his nose, “You were right.”

“She fuckin’ love’s you man.” Eddie smiled, peaking around his locker door to look at Steve who was just leaning up against them, ams folded, perfect hair, your not supposed to like him, be mean, “Don’t know why, your a fucking prick.” he turned back into his locker, smile gone. 

Steve looked to the ground, “Yeah.” He nodded, “But I’m also a suck up.” 

“Fucking tell me about it.” Eddie scoffed, “Oh, Ms O’Donnel, did you get a haircut, it looks great. What? You’re fifty seven, you don’t look a day over twenty three. What? You’re single? Ms. O’Donnel, you have to be lying, how could you be single?” Eddie deadpanned him. 

Steve just nodded, poking his tongue in his cheek, “You’re not any better, Munson. Come on Ms, I’m sure you can give me a better grade than that. You don’t want me sticking around for a third year, do you? I know I’m handsome, but that’s a little inappropriate, don’t you think?”

Eddie smiled a little before pushing all those happy little feelings away and slamming the door shut, he looked back at Steve, “What? Are you saying I’m not handsome?” 

“Well your hair cut has definitely improved.” 

Eddie bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smiling, “Aww, you noticed? Stevie, you shouldn’t have.” He teased. 

But that little nickname made all of Steve’s hairs stand on end, and his back straightened out, “Well, it’s hard not too when your jumping on tables making a ruckus every other lunch.” 

“I only do it so you notice me.” Eddie grinned, defineltny only a tiny bit of a lie, Steves cheeks went red, “I’m fucking joking, Harrington.” 

Steve relaxed down a bit, “Right… yeah, right.” He scratched his chin. 

“Well.” Eddie tosses his car keys in his hand, “Don’t miss me too much over break, Stevie.” 

Steve nodded and Eddie patted his shoulder before walking off. He leant back against the lockers, throwing his head back in frustration. He had no idea what he was feeling, or why he was feeling it, and it just stressed him out. 

“Hey, Harrington.” Tommy called, “Why were you talking to the freak again?” 

“Leave him alone, Tommy, he’s not a freak.” Steve sighed, slowly standing back as Tommy approached. 

“The failure then.” 

“Not a failure either.” Steve shook his head. 

Tommy swallowed thickly, “What, you got the hots for him now or something, Steve?” 

Steve shook his head, “The hots?” 

“Yeah, you know?” Tommy chuckled nervously, “You into dudes, Harrington?” 

Steve stiffened, he thought for a second, eyes landing on Eddie’s locker, “Dudes… ha, no. No way. I got Wheeler, man.” 

Tommy nodded and cleared his throat, “No, yeah, of course.” He forced a laugh, “Was just messing with you, man.” 

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“So,” Steve closed his locker and turned to Eddie, pulling his door back just enough to look at him, “did you pass?” 

Eddie turned to him and bit his lip, “Nah, man.” He shook his head, “The failure, yet again.” 

Steve nodded slowly, “Sorry, dude.” 

“Don’t give me that shit, Steve.” Eddie scoffed, “I know you couldn’t care less. I’m willing to bet twenty bucks your gonna run back to your little possy and tell them that the freak fucking failed school, yet again. And then your all gonna laugh at me.” 

“I’m-” 

“Don’t even bother.” Eddie shook his head, “Have fun at graduation, Harrington.” 

Eddie closed his locker door and slowly walked away, everything weighing down on him. 

“Hope you don’t miss me too much, Munson.” 

Eddie stiffened and slowly turned back around to see Steve, a smug smile on his lips and hands on his hips. Eddie smiled softly, taking a small step back towards him. 

“Hawkins High won’t be the same without King Steve to rule.” 

Steve shook his head, a small laugh on his lips.

“I’ll bet you’ll miss me more, Big Boy.” Eddie grinned, that was a lie, he was going to miss Steve with his whole heart, at least he no longer had to walk past him in the halls, or stand beside him every time he went to his locker. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve shook his head and rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his lips. 

“See you round, Stevie.” Eddie smiled, taking a few steps backwards, “Good luck at graduation.” 

“Good luck for next year, your gonna fucking need it.” Steve yelled out, and Eddie bounced away. 

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Eddie pressed the smashed bottle up against the guy’s neck, too scared to register what was happening or who it was. 

“Eddie!” Dustin called out, and Eddie turned his head to look at him, bottle still pressed firmly against the guy’s neck, “It’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve.” 

Eddie turned his head back to find Steve pressed firmly against the wall, heart beating rapidly, panic on his face. He kept the bottle there, he had no reason to trust Steve. No reason at all. They hadn’t even seen each other (other than when Eddie would stop by the mall and watch Steve sling ice creams and terribly flirt with every girl that stepped food inside) since that last day of senior year. 

“He’s not gonna hurt you,” Dustin continued, speaking slowly and steadily to try and calm Eddie in his spooked state, “right Steve?” 

“Right, yeah.” Steve spoke barely above a whisper, attempting a nod and he looked into Eddie’s eyes, he was scared. 

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin wasn’t really asking. 

Steve looked around, a little annoyed, but he knew he had too or Eddie may have pressed the bottle deeper into his neck. So he did, but Eddie shoved him back, the broken glass digging deeper into his skin. Eddie was nothing but terrified. 

“He’s cool!” Dustin almost shouted, “He’s cool.” 

“Cool man, I’m cool.” Steve grunted, unable to speak very loud at all. 

“What are you doing here?” Eddie didn’t take his eyes off Steve… Why was he here? Of all people. Steve. 

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin answered, not exactly the response Eddie wanted, but it was enough.

“We’re here to help.” Robin spoke up, and Eddie finally looked away from Steve. 

“Eddie.” Dustin sighed, “These are my friends… you know Robin, from band.” Robin imitated playing the trumpet. 

“This is Max.” Dustin gestured to the red head, “The one who never wants to play D&D.” She aggressively waived. 

“Eddie.” Dustin spoke again, “Were on your side. I swear on my mother!” 

Eddie looked back to the bottle at Steve’s neck, a little hesitant to believe them. 

“Right guys?” Dustin shouted. 

“Yes, yes we swear.” Max nodded. 

“Yeah.. o- on, on Dustin’s mother.” Robin agreed. 

“Yeah Dustin’s- Dustin’s mother.” Steve nodded. 

Eddie looked at Steve, he didn’t trust him one bit. All he ever did was break his heart, bully him and then confuse the fuck out of his feelings. Why should he trust Steve? But he trusted Dustin. He’d trust Dustin with his life. Steve scrunched up his face. Was he really about to be murdered by Eddie Munson? The guy he wasn’t supposed to miss? Eddie watched him, he saw the fear in Steve’s eyes and everything inside him dropped. He let Steve go, stepping away and sliding his back down the wall.

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“Yeah yeah.” Steve opened and closed his hand as if it was a mouth, “Even when it’s staring ya right in the face, you can’t admit it. You just can’t admit that you’re wrong, you little butthead.” He shrugged. 

Eddie jumped down from the rock he was perched on, “I concur… you, Dustin Henderson, are a… total butthead.” 

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner.” Dustin smiled, pulling Eddie into a hug, which he gladly took, but not without a quick glance over to Steve. 

Dustin pulled back from the hug and Eddie looked over to Steve, who was awkwardly standing with his hands on his hips. How, after all this time, did Eddie still want to kiss him so much. Especially given the fucking circumstances. 

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“But the Shire… the Shire is burning, so Mordor it is.” Eddie stood with a soft smile before making his way over to Dustin, refusing to look Steve’s way. 

Steve shook his head, “What is Mordor?” He whispered to no one in particular. 

Eddie ran back, his hip brushing against Steve’s hand as he did. A tingle trailed up Eddie’s spine at the contact, this really was not an appropriate time for feelings. And Steve felt his stomach flip. 

“Get your stuff dude.” Steve shook his head, the both of them forcing those feelings away. 

I cannot be thinking like this right now, he’s wanted for murder, Steve thought to himself. He’d become more aware of his feelings since getting trapped in a secret Russian lab last year… after Robin told him she liked girls. Suddenly, he realised, maybe he liked boys too. This thought was only explored one other time when he saw Eddie hauling bricks, a tank top on, dirt on his arms, tattoos on display, hair tied back into a little bun on his neck, flannel tied around his little waist, helping the town that hated him. The way his movements looked so easy, leaning down, grabbing a brick or a piece of rubble, standing back up, gloved hands tossing it into the container bin beside him, cleaning up the mess that was the burned down mall. But that thought never crossed his mind again, not until yesterday, not until the smell of Eddie was trapped in his nostrils for the rest of the night. What was worse is that he liked the smell, alot, it was familiar, and safe. He’s wanted for murder, he told himself, but it only made him want to cradle Eddie in his arms, stroke his hair, and kiss all his worries away. Fuck, he needed to talk to Robin. 

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Steve stood, hair glowing soft in the moonlight. God, he was so fuckin’ pretty, Eddie thought. Why the fuck he was thinking that, right then, when Steve was offering to sacrifice himself, was something Eddie didn’t really know. Steve pulled his jumper off, and fuck, the minuet the fabric slipped over his hips and his midriff was exposed, Eddie was a gonner. He reached for his pack of smokes. Then, the jumper came off the rest of the way, and holy fuck he was hotter than Eddie remebered. He’d really grown into his looks, all broad and manly. He shoved the cigarette between his lips, he didn’t need to deal with a fucking boner right now. And then, just when Eddie thought things couldn’t get worse, Steve threw his jumper at Eddie. He really didn’t know what to do with himself, so he just held onto it… tightly. His dive into the water was elegant, and Eddie lit his cigarette. The wait for Steve to resurface was longer than Eddie liked, he was nervous. He couldn’t deal with another person dying around him… especially not Steve. And then there was a splash, and he was back to the surface. Steve began to tell them about what he found, and Eddie listened closely. He didn’t exactly register what Steve was saying, he was only really listening to the sound of him, and staring at him, all wet. He needed to touch some grass or something. He clutched Steve’s jumper tighter. 

And then something pulled at Steve. Everyone froze. Eddie froze. No, not Steve. 

Then it stopped. Steve relaxed a little, looking around, a little confused. He looked to Eddie and saw how white his face was, the pure terror in his eyes. He started to smile, to show Eddie he was still there, he wasn’t gonna die too. But the thing pulled him down again, and he was under. Eddie shouted out at the top of his lungs, calling Steve’s name with nothing but fear and he jumped up, lurching forward to grab for him. But he couldn’t. Steve was gone. And Eddie was terrified. He wanted nothing more than to jump in and save him. But he just couldn’t, and he hated himself for it, he hated how weak he was when Steve wouldn’t even hesitate before putting his life on the line for anyone. For Eddie. A lost friend who did nothing but tease him, and call him names, and make him feel like shit on the regular. 

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Eddie found himself staring…. Again. He was always staring. And how could he not, Steve was gorgeous… and shirtless… and flirting with Nancy. He clenched his fists. He has no right to get jealous, and yet, he does. He always gets jealous. He thought this whole Wheeler fiasco was long gone, but apparently not. Apparently, Steve was still hooked, and maybe she was too. Either way, Eddie couldn’t stand it. He just witnessed two people die a horrible, gruesme death, he was wanted for said murders, he was in an alternate dimention, just fought off some demon bats, almost fucking died, almost watched Steve die twice, so no… he didn’t need to see Steve shirtless, looking hotter than hell, flirting with Nancy. Not fucking today. He pulled his vest off and chucked it at Steve… maybe he should have given his leather jacket… maybe he still wanted a peak.

“For your modesty, dude.” It landed right in Steve’s face, pushing him back a few steps. 

He fuckin deserved that. 

Steve sucked at his teeth, nodding slowly before pulling it on. 

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“Eddie!” Steve yelled in a hushed tone, taking faster steps to catch up to the metal head as the four walked through the vine infested forest.

Eddie turned back, slowing his steps a bit for Steve to catch up. 

“Hey man, uh,” Steve caught up to him, and Eddie looked at him with a hint of desperation, “listen I just, uh, I just wanted to say thanks… for saving my ass back there.” 

Eddie couldn’t help but grin, “Shit… you saved your own ass man. I mean that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.” 

“Ozzy?” Steve asked, and his voice was a little raspy from just being strangled, Eddie hated himself for being a little turned on by it. 

“He took a bite out of that bat.” Eddie smiled, and Steve gave him a confused glance, making Eddie smile as he fell a step behind, “Ozzy Osborne… Black Sabbath… he… he bit a bats head off on-”

“I don’t–” Steve waved his arms. 

“Stage– no?” 

Steve shook his head, and Eddie caught up to him, “It’s very metal, what you did. That’s all I’m saying.” And incredibly hot. 

Steve gave him a confused look, he thought Eddie was back to his stupid fucking teasing, and not the flirty kind, “Thanks.” 

Eddie looked at him, a little disappointed in his reaction. He didn’t understand why Steve was being all cold all of a sudden, he pushed himself a little closer, 

“Henderson told me you were a badass, he insisted on the matter,” He tried not to come off as too flirtatious, this was not the time, “in fact.”

Steve looked at him, watching him as he spoke, “Wait, Henderson said that?” 

“Oh yeah, shit,” Eddie looked back at him, “the kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It’s kind of annoying, to be honest.” Only because the way Dustin spoke about him, only made Eddie fall harder. 

Steve laughed a little, and Eddie couldn’t help but smile. He loved Steve’s laugh. 

“Yeah,” He continued, “I don’t even know why I care what that little… shrimp thinks, but ah… guess I got a little jealous, Steve.” 

Steve smirked to himself. After all this time, he thought he was the only one. 

Eddie swallowed, taking a breath, “I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steeeeeve Harrington was actually…” He took another breath, looking over to Steve, body riddled with nerves, “a good dude.” 

Steve hung his head low. He was nothing but sorry for the way he treated Eddie, he hated himself for it, and he didn’t know why he let it happen. But now, there was no better time to fix it. To rebuild his relationship with Eddie. Because there was nothing he missed more than when Eddie would make him smile… and there was nothing he missed more than watching Eddie from across the hall as he dug through his locker, watching him, staring at him and his terrible haircut, his eyes occasionally dropping down to his ass. 

“Rich parents, popular, chicks love him… not a douche?” Eddie shook his head, “No way man, no way. That, like, flies in the face of all laws in the universe, and my own personal Munson doctrine…” 

He looked over at Steve, who looked away, a grin on his face. Eddie felt a little awkward, but he wanted Steve to respond, to give him some type of reaction. Something! He leaned in closer, definitely overstepping a boundary, but that’s something Eddie did on the regular,

“Still super jealous as hell, by the way.” 

Steve laughed and tried to shove him away a little, “Okay.” 

And Eddie smiled, a good reaction. The reaction he needed. But he still wouldn’t let his feelings show, not today, not ever. Never, ever, never.

He laughed, “Which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any, ah… normal circumstances.”

There was a crack, a sort of howl of the wind, stopping them in their tracks for a moment. They looked around, before continuing on.

“Nope.” Eddie talked to calm his nerves, “Outside of D&D, I am nooot a hero. I see danger and I just… turn heel and run. Or, at least that’s what I’ve learnt about myself this week-”

“Give yourself a break, man.” Steve gently slapped him across the chess, an action so simple, yet it made Eddie’s heart beat out of his chest. 

This was not okay. 

“The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Wheeler right there? She didn’t waste a second… Not one second. She just dove right in.” Eddie turned to face Steve, both of them coming to a stop, Eddie invading his personal bubble once again, but Steve didn’t mind it as much this time. 

Eddie spoke softly, he didn’t want to know what happened between them, and he wanted nothing to happen again. But now isn’t the time to be selfish. Now was the time to be honest. Honest in an unselfish way. But Eddie didn’t notice Steve blatantly staring at his lips. 

Eddie pointed to the girls, “But if I were you,” and this part pained him the most to say, and he still didn’t notice when Steve hungrily licked is lips, still staring at Eddies, he was too focused trying to be unselfish, “I would get her back. ‘Cause that, that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”

Steve looked up at Eddie’s eyes again, pursing his lips, he looked over to Nancy, a small sigh escaping his lungs. Yes, part of him Still loved Nancy. How could he not? She was his first love. But now, now he didn’t want Nancy. He wanted Eddie. Robin had told him she was sure as shit Eddie wanted him too, but maybe she was wrong. She was definitely wrong. Why would he be telling Steve to try and get Nancy back if he wanted Steve himself? He looked back at Eddie, nodding softly. Now wasn’t the time for either of them to worry about their feelings, now was the time to survive. Even if they have wanted each other for years and years.

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They all marched out of the other version of Eddie’s trailer, one by one they bounced down the steps in silence, moving fast, each determined to complete this plan to perfection. Dustin and Eddie stepped down together, their role in this battle was to stick together, and they were glad. They wanted to stick together, to stay far enough away from the danger yet, be right in the middle of it. And… Eddie was a little excited. He was about to fucking shred his most prised possesion, in a fucking alternate dimention to one of the coolest songs he’d ever fucking heard. He spent the entirety of March just practising, over and over and over again until he got it perfect. And now he was ready to play it for his biggest fan yet. Nothing but nerves and excitement. Steve however, was terrified. He had no clue whether this plan was gonna work or not. He had no idea if he was even gonna make it out alive… if any of them were gonna make it out alive. Steve had the sudden urge to stay by Eddie’s and Dustin’s side, to protect them. He always protected Dustin, and he knew Eddie needed protecting too… he wanted to keep him safe. But, he knew their roles, and he knew it would fuck everything up to change it now. But he turned around anyway. 

“Hey, guys, listen.” He started, catching Eddie and Dustin off guard, “If things here start to go south, I mean, at all,” He pressed, sternly looking between the nerds, “you abort. Okay? Draw the attention off the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute… or, be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just–”

“Decoys.” Dustin pressed.

And Eddie kept his eyes on Steve, he could see the fear in his eyes, the tremble of his lip. He wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. What a stupid fucking thought. Steve looked to the ground, he felt like crying, but he knew there was no time for that. He looked back up at Eddie.

“Don’t worry,” Dustin pressed, “You can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely,” Eddie added on, a smile on his face, “I mean, look at us. We are noooot heroes.” He looked back to Steve, huffing a little laugh of reassurance. 

Steve smiled softly and nodded. He trusted Eddie, he realised. He trusted him to take the safe option, and to protect Dustin. He wanted to tell him that, and so much more. But, as he’s told himself about one hundred times before, there’s no time for that. He nodded, and turned away, walking back to the girls. The three started their march towards the Creel house, and Eddie couldn’t help but stare. Again with the fucking staring. Dustin carefully watched, he didn’t press Eddie to move, he knew something was up. He could tell he wanted to say something, and he was happy to wait… to let him say it. But Eddie didn’t say anything, he just stared, tears prickling in his eyes as he watched the guy he loved walk towards almost certain death. Steve felt his gaze and stopped, turning around to look at him, a longing look in his own eyes. Eddie’s lip trembled and a tear slipped down his cheek. He scrunched his face up, trying to hide his emotions away, trying to hide his real feelings from Steve. But Steve noticed. A tear slipped from his own eye. He really didn’t want to leave him now. Dustin watched the scene slowly unfold before him, he was nothing short of confused, and he took a few steps back to assess it properly, neither of the guys noticed, the girls oblivious to the whole thing, talking and walking ahead. Eddie took a deep breath in, he longed to say something, something sincere. To make him promise to come back, maybe even that after all this time, Steve was the one he loved. But he didn’t have the strength for brutal honesty like that, so he opted to hide it under a running joke. 

“I’ll m–” Miss you, Big Boy, is what he wanted to say, but Steve didn’t let him.

“Don’t.” He shook his head, marching back over to Eddie, “Save it. Tell me you missed me when we’re safe, and out of here.” 

Eddie went to speak, but before he could, Steve had his hand in Eddie’s hair and was kissing him. Everything froze, everything stopped, everything fell silent. Steve was kissing him. He sunk into it, dropped his battle gear and lifted his hands to cup Steve’s cheeks and pull him in closer. He was kissing Steve. They pulled away, only for the sake of getting air. Their foreheads pressed together, and Eddie stroked his thumbs under Steve’s eyes, Steve tightened his grip on Eddie’s hair before releasing it and stroking it softly. Eddie cried some more, and Steve did too. They both stayed there for a moment, not saying anything. The world around them was silent, the loud bangs of thunder that once echoed through the upside down now were nothing more than a distant memory to them, all they could feel was each other, the warmth of the others breath, their scents (which still smelt good despite the thick layer of dirt and sweat each were sporting), the taste of each other. Steve knew they couldn’t stay there long, but he wanted to stay there forever. He moved his hand up to the back of Eddie’s head, holding him tightly. Eddie continued to wipe his now wet thumbs across the high of Steve’s cheek, his fingers digging deeper into the sides of his face. A thumb trailed down and softly swept over Steve’s soft lips, pulling at the bottom one softly. Eddie smiled, a little huff of air pushed through his nose, an attempt at a laugh. He bit his own lip, looking at Steve’s. He scrunched his face up, squinting his eyes, he didn’t want to let Steve leave. He couldn’t bring himself to let go. He pulled at Steve’s face, bringing their lips back together for another deep kiss, longing, wanting, passionate, tears dripping down into it. Eddie’s hands crawled around to the back of Steve’s head, holding him there. Steve’s hand wrapped around Eddie’s waist, still holding the axe he had, and their bodies were pressed so close you couldn’t even slide a quarter between them. This was only their first- well, second- kiss, but they both knew it could be their last. They pulled back, their bodies no longer so close, their lips apart, tears in their eyes. Steve pressed one last quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before walking away.

“Stevie,” Eddie called, catching everyone’s attention, they all turned to look at him.

Eddie wanted to say, I love you. But Steve begged him with his eyes not too. Not because he didn’t want anyone to know, not because he didn’t love him back… because he did. He wanted everyone to know that he loved Eddie with his whole heart. But right now, he couldn’t handle the whisper of those three words. He knew it would tear him apart, and everything would go to shit because then… if it was said… he wouldn’t be able to leave Eddie’s side. 

“Make him pay.” Eddie finally said, darting his eyes away. 

Steve nodded and rushed off, chasing towards the two, very confused girls, refusing to let himself look back. Eddie watched him walk away, again, I’ll miss you. 

“Dude.” Dustin called from behind him, a shocked expression on his face.

Eddie turned around, “What?” He grunted, expecting some homophobic comment, to get the third degree like everyone else in this town gave him. 

“That’s my Steve.” He shouted. 

“And?” Eddie pressed, tears prickling in his eyes, he didn’t want Dustin to hate him now too. 

“That’s my Steve!” He shouted again, “That’s gross!” 

Eddie turned around, picking up his weaponry again, choosing to ignore the comments. He could deal with that later, now… now he needed to distract the bats to make sure Steve could get out safe and unharmed. 

“That’s like…” Dustin continued, and Eddie shook his head, “That’s like seeing your parents makeout!” 

Eddie stopped in his tracks, “What?” 

“Ew!” Dustin continued, “This is totally my fault, isn’t it?” Dustin clamped his hands to his cheeks, pulling them down, “I made Steve sound so awesome to you that you totally fell in love with him, and vice versa! Please, never be smushy and lovey and kissy in front of me again, I will definitely gag.” 

Eddie was a little confused with his reaction, “So…” He started, “So are you okay with the fact that Steves a guy… and that… that I’m a guy?” 

Dustin furrowed his eyebrows, “Dude, I knew you were gay if that’s what your asking.” Dustin shook his head, taking a step forward, “You have a picture of Slash, shirtless pinned in your locker.” 

Eddie bit his lip, a little embarrassed. Two people figured it out because he just can’t help but stare at pictures of shirtless men. 

“Sorry if I scared you for a second.” Dustin smiled, “I thought you being into dudes was like, common knowledge or something. I thought you knew I was cool with it.” 

Eddie wrapped his arms around Dustin tightly, “Thank you. And I’m totally gonna kiss Steve in front of you now, if he lets me, because I know it will piss you off.” 

“Mother fucker.” Dustin shook his head, and they got to work.

They both wanted to protect Steve as much as they could. And it was Eddie’s top priority to protect Dustin… and Steve. So that’s just what he did. 

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“I missed you.” Steve smiled sweetly, taking a few steps forward and sitting down on the ground. 

He took a heavy breath, pulling his knees up to his chest, Eddie’s battle vest that was thrown at him in the Upside Down was tightly held in his hand. He lifted his fingers to his lips, kissing them lightly before pressing them on the gravestone in front of him, tears prickling in his eyes. 

“I miss you so much.” He whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks now. 

He clutched his chest, the aching pain in his heart hurt too much, and he could barely breathe, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you, Eddie. I’ve always loved you, I just didn’t know it. Please come back. Please!” He pleaded, laying down on the grass. 

He pushed Eddie’s vest under his head, creating a makeshift pillow, curling himself up on it. He pressed a hand on the stone behind his head, keeping it there. It hurt so much. His body wasn’t even buried in the ground, they had no time to move it. Steve tried to, he really did. He grabbed him, crying, screaming, his hands covered in Eddie’s blood, lifeless eyes staring up at him. But the portal was opening, and Nancy and Robin managed to pull him back right before the ground ripped open right where Eddie was laying, his body lost to the rip between worlds. His body lost to Steve forever. All he had was an empty grave and a dirty old battle vest that only smelt like Steve now, all traces of Eddie drifted away. Robin sat by his side, stroking his back, tears of her own quietly falling down her cheeks as he cried out. There was nothing she could do to help her best friend. All she could do was let him cry, to let him scream, and to hold him and tell him it will get better. But she didn’t actually believe her own words. She knew Steve would hang on to the pain forever. He’d been through so much already, and this was his breaking point. He was ready to give all of himself to Eddie, to give him all his love, and he knew Eddie was ready to do the same. But now he was gone, and everything was dark. And now, he really did miss him. 

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Saying I love you through actions

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 984

warnings: the egg, cursing, yelling, getting kinda hurt in wilbur's, food in sapnap's and dream's, monster addiction (obviously karl)

note: this is probably one of my favorite ones, the minors are platonic

C!Technoblade

shares his armor and potions

think of it as a offering

when you accept it, his piglin side goes brrrr

phil and you, possibly ranboo, are the only people he will give stuff to, because the other brats don't deserve it

if you give him your armor and potions, he is forever in your debt

Sapnap

shares his food with you

you and him totally drive at 3 am to subway or mcdonalds

when you drive back to the house, you kick up your feet on the dashboard, lean back in your seat, and take a sip from sapnap's drink

he was pissed, you had your own drink, why would you drink his?

he didn't do anything, but THEN you stole his fries

that was the last straw

then he bursted out on you

"YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FRIES, EAT THEM." and then you replied, "but babyyyyy."

you were puppy dog pouting, that was sapnap's weakness. he turned back to the road, and said, "ok, just take them, obviously you're still going to eat them."

then you went over the cupholder, and hugged him really tight

Dreamwastaken

let’s you take over his almost never daily stream

you’ll walk into his streaming place, and hold some food for him, because i just have a feeling he hasn’t ate in a while

so while he’s eating, you take off his headset, move the mic towards your mouth, and start talking to chat

and while you’re just asking how their day has been, dream is just sitting on the chair with his fork in the air, plate in his hand, and mouth stuffed to the brim

he’s just looking at you with a lovey dovey look in his gaze, it’s really cute, and very homey

Georgenotfound

gives you his blanket when it’s cold

it's honking freezing in his house

so naturally, being the good gogy he is, he shares it with you

you don't return the favor though, you pratically want him to get hypothermia

but you give it to him reluctantly :(

he stops sharing the blanket with you, but then you start fake crying, and he automatically gives it to you

Karl Jacobs

gives you almost every single monster he has

this boi is really addicted to monster

so he has to share it with you 😉

eventually, you're hooked, sometimes you even get a whole box of monster to share with him

it goes out by a week, or maybe less

after both of you are done, you slam the bottle on your foreheads

it's painful, but remember, pain is temporary, swag is forever 😉😩😜🤪😎🤓😏😫🤬😡😳🥵🥶😱🤔😬😵‍💫🥱😪😈🤠🤑👺👹☠️😼

(sorry for the spam of emojis)

Quackity

gives you his beanie

you know he doesn't like to show his hair on streams

and we think he's bald

so when you pop up behind him with your hair crazy, he gets one of his spare beanies, grabs your shirt to get closer to him, and places it on your head

and it's probably the LAFD one, since he wears his puma one more frequently

and bestie, YOU LOOKED GOOD

and chat was spamming, Y/NCHAMP

C!Punz

gives you his jewelry

he's REALLY rich, and will give you anything

but when you need to go out to a party or something like that, he just gives you his jewelry

need a ring, don't worry, take 5 rings for one hand

need a necklace, oh don't cry about it, let me get you a diamond one

you get what i'm putting down?

but when he sees you with it, his heart goes boing boing

C!Badboyhalo

let’s you decorate the egg

he never lets anyone touch the egg in anyway unless they wanted to join

the egg doesn't have an affect on you, he should kill you, but the egg doesn't mind you, and ordered him to not unalive you

but get this, when it's a special holiday, you actually decorate the egg

if it was christmas, you would put presents under it, and put tinsel EVERYWHERE

halloween would be spooky stuff, like jack-o-lanterns, skulls, and even multiple buckets of candy

the egg really likes it, and even bbh likes it, even though he's still iffy about you

Wilbur Soot

helps you play the guitar

he definitely tries to make you play internet ruined me, i'm in love with an e-girl, or your new boyfriend

and if the off chance he will try to make you play jubilee line, you do it so well

but before you practically mastered the art of the guitar, you used to mess up a lot

wilbur seriously had to take the guitar away from you for a week or more because you started to accidentally hurt your fingertips

Platonic!Ranboo

let’s you play with his gloves

when he’s streaming, without his facecam, you just randomly kick down the door, anime style, and sit next to him

and then when you get bored, you randomly fidget with his gloves

you obviously won’t take it off since he might be uncomfortable with it, but you’ll take the bottom of it, and just roll the material through your fingers

he just goes really soft

Platonic!Tommyinnit

he gives you his coke

honestly, when tommy gives you his coca cola, that just signifies your friendship more

it’s just really pog :]

he will only give you that, not wilbur, tubbo, or even philza

when he gives you it in front of chat, they just spam

“BESTIES FOR LIVERS” “I WANT MY FRIEND TO SHARE STUFF WITH ME”

Platonic!Tubbo

let’s you hold benson

it is the highest honor

he only lets his closest friends touch benson, and if you try to damage him at all, you're done for

but luckily, you don't

he gladly gives you benson, and you hold him very carefully

since he trusts you with benson, he gives you another benson, but obviously, you name it differently

[crystalcow]

Hey if your requests are open still can you do something with headcannons of c!schlatt dating reader who has a toddler already? Maybe 2 or 3 years old? (And maybe his reaction to the kid calling him dad :3)

𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡//𝐽𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡

Masterlist

Schlatt x reader !c !mom reader

Pronouns: she/her (I can make Gn or male versions if requested!)

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, death

༻﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡༺

Schlatt was a very lonely man

So when his good buddy Wilbur set him up on a blind date

He didn’t really expect much

Usually all of his past relationships ended up in schambles

So he drank his feelings away

Then the ram hybrid met with the most beautiful women

Her hair was perfectly dolled up

The dress she wore looked amazing

So he didn’t expect after walking down the pathway to bump into someone

And then falling in love

No it’s cheezy but it happened

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

You were racing back home before it got dark

You were running some necessary errands trying your quickest to just go home

But then you crashed into this random man

You looked up scratching the horns on your head

Turns out you both had the same thing

You could’ve sworn that his eyes like sparkled

He was dressed in a nice fancy suit

One that you could never afford

You got distracted by him but then frowned once noticing the bags on the floor

“Oh crap sorry, here let me help you”

Oh?

He was nice too?

Didn’t mean you could trust him

“Aw damn the ice cream melted!”

Yeah now you were distracted

So he gave you his comm number

“I’ll take you to get some more I promise”

And that was the start of something unexpected

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧

Oh god you were freaking out

Your little one was making grabby hands at you as you just paced around the kitchen

Heart to brrr

So he called

A lot

And you just managed to ask him out!

he said yes

So you grabbed the bottle almost throwing it at the little baby’s face

But of course you didn’t because by then you came back do your senses

“What the fuck am i gonna wear?”

“SHIT sorry you weren’t supposed to hear that sweetie”

Schlatt on the other hand tho

Safe to say he was spamming Wilbur

Wilby over there was trying to deal with his new girlfriend Sally and impress her

And then tommy drowned her

So when he got beeps on the comms every 2 seconds man was pissed

“Schlatt you better be fucking dying”

“CLOSE ENOUGH”

He wanted to ask you out since the second he saw you and when you just popped the question

Mans just wanted to marry you

So then those two just spent a whole 3 hours planning everything out

What to wear, what to say, how to not drive you away

Oh dear this was going to be a lovley mess

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝗼𝐟 𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐲

This man certainly went soft

Before he’d have hoes on every arm

But with you he had to reassure himself a lot

You were struggling on finding a babysitter

“Oh please why not, I have you those diamonds the other day!”

“I’ll pay you in all the emeralds you want”

“I swear this is my only chance at an actual man you better do this for me after al I’ve done-“

F r u s t e r a t I o n

But you called up your friend Phil

You and him haven’t spoken in quite a bit, old, but a nice lad

Hes raising 3 boys, so he understands the pain of babysitters

Most of the time he didn’t have to worry because Techno was raised responsible

So you dropped your son off before running to the spot

Surprisingly he found a cute little ice cream place

“I told you I’d get you that ice cream back”

“I can’t believe I ever doubted you” “you what now”

The night went strangely smooth

Before he accidentally made this little kid cry

It was a little funny but your motherly instincts kicked in

I mean schlatt actually kicked the icecream out of the kids hand

HE DIDNT MEAN TO

“ heyhey sweetie it’s okay! Here let’s buy you another one! He does it quite a lot so”

He was laughing in the corner watching as you handled the child with care

How? When was anyone like you ever his type?

Love has it’s strange coincidences

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝗺𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞

The both of you have been going out a lot

A lot

There had been times where you’d accidentally stay up till 3 am

And not because of the crying toddler

But then the time actually came

He had to meet the love of your life

You couldn’t keep lying to him and safe to say the baby was curious

Curious enough as a three year old could be

So you invited Schlatt over!

Pacing around the house, making sure that everything’s clean in the small cottage

You gave little one a bath and put him in his best clothes

Laughing at some of the smaller ones promising him to get him new ones

A knock on the door drew you away from the little game

Your heart was racing, the rapid beats could be heart from across the room

So you opened the door and smiled at the tall ram, a quick peck on the lips

“Wait before you come in I have to tell you something!” “if your a slob it’s fine! So am I”

The more you fidgeted with your hands the more worried he got

Did you kill someone? It’s not that big of a deal

Are you a criminal? Okay let’s go commit crimes together

“I have a child. Schlatt meet Tubbo”

His eyes widened

Oh god that was some information he wished he was acknowledged of before

So he was internally debating to either run or to just stand still

But then he looked down at you and your shaking state

And only saw beauty

Okay so what? He’s dating a fucking milf!

“I love you”

Now it was your turn to be shocked!

He didn’t mean to it just slipped out

NOW HE REALLY DIDNT EXPECT YOU TO SAY IT BACK

So when you did the small toddler whined from his seat

You went over there, carrying Tubbo in your arms

“Wanna hold him?”

no he did not

so he backed away and fell over the couch

Tubbo started laughing and you just went along with it

You made sure he was okay tho after

Tubbo seemed to like him

Kind of

He spat in schlatts face at one point

But they grew on each other as the night went on

u think

𝗺𝐲 𝗼𝐡 𝐠𝗼𝐝

Something sparked within you and schlatt as Tubbo grew older

He became more as a father to him despite the past

Schlatt never questioned you about the past relationship or tubbos real father

Frankly enough I don’t think he wants to

But then one day your out with the both of them going out on a little “family” dinner

It was yours and schlatts 6 or 7 month anniversary

(The timeline is fucked don’t hold me to it)

So Tubbo was having trouble reaching the pizza slice over on the diner table

You guys were sitting in a booth and Tubbo and schlatt both sat next to each other so they could look at you

Tubbo wanted to admire his mama and make sure she’s always in the line of sight

Schlatt was just straight up checking you out

But then something caught all of you off guard

“Papa! pizza,now.”

You both looked wide eyes at the little boy a blush forming up on your face

He was just straight up stunned

“Tubbo sweetie-“ “Nono here you go buddy.”

You couldn’t help but just smile

but internally you were spontaneously combusting

The two of you just had the same thing in mind

The dinner went so quiet afterwards

Nobody knew what to say Except tubbos small rambles

When you guys left and you were walking through the night

You pulled schlatts hand closer to you and went on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear

“I’m sorry if that made you feel weird, you don’t have to accept that title if you want”

He raised a brow at you looking even more confused now

“Oh please you expect the little rug rat to grow up with you and you alone?”

So you gave him a punch on the arm kissing his cheek

Tubbo giggled pulling you closer as small crickets and bees flew by

Too bad it didn’t last forever

𝐃𝗼𝐰𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥

So Tubbo started spending more and more time with Tommy and the two became inseparable

Not soon after your first year together he asked to move in with you

Ofcourse you said yes! That’s the very thing you’ve been wanting since that day 

So the both of you were walking around the house as the two toddlers ran around everywhere

But then you crashed

No litterly you fell down and hit your head

You said you were fine but schlatt didn’t believe it

Soon enough your condition got worse and worse and no potion or healer could do anything

So he started drinking

He couldn’t bear to see you in that state

The love of his life, the only women who could actually change him

was dying and he couldn’t do anything about it

So one day you were on the couch cradling Tubbo waiting for schlatt to come home

But when he did it wasn’t good

He was meaner then usual and reeked of that ratchet smell

So when you fell onto the floor as you were on your way over to him

He felt his world collapse

Tubbo was sobbing wondering why you wouldn’t open your eyes

And so he watched as your body laid lifeless on the floor

it was all his fault

He didn’t try hard enough

And he couldn’t do anything anymore

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I’m sorry this took so long but here it is! Love y’all <3

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[basilly]

pregnancy hcs || irl!wilbur x reader & irl!karl x reader

. request: please can i have fundy pregnancy headcanons- you know who (pls tag me when u post it kiss kiss)

. ok well @losingvienna can not read /j but its ok LOL i am doing Wilbur and Karl

.pronouns: they/them

. mentions a pregnant reader!!

Wilbur:

. he would be even more in love- if that was humanly possible

. there is not anything he wouldn’t do for you 

“Wil!” “Yes love? Do you need anything? Heating pad? Hair-tie?”

. if he’s streaming and you need help- automatic pause

. cravings? goes out immediately for whatever you need (if obtainable)

“Wilbur where are you going?” “The store- you said you were craving pickles” “Yea but you don’t need to go now” “It’s okay, just lay down, I’ll be back soon”

. buys you those ridiculous pregnancy pillows that are like a giant ‘C’

. researches things about pregnancy so he would be prepared

. he will take the time to talk to the unborn baby everyday before sleeping

“When you are born and maybe a bit older, we are going to travel and I’m going to teach you all about the countries”

. and ofc he sings it lullabies- instrument or not

“Wilbur the baby isn’t even born yet” “I know it can hear me- babies can hear from outside the womb”

. will decorate the nursery with countries and things- he wants a geoguessr helper (duh /j) 

. claims tommy will not be able to come near the child when born

“I’m going to be an uncle! The cool and favorite uncle!” “Tommy you are not my brother- I’m not letting you near the child once they’re born” “What whyy”

. would suggest phil as the godfather

. he would be strict- he only wants the best

“No you cant- it says preganant people are advised not to use this” “It’s just a little bit!” “no”

. buys the unborn child lots of toys- including mini instruments

Karl:

. will ask Chris for help and tips

. also the person to call his mom in need of help

“Hello?” “Mom- y/n’s getting back pain how do I-”

. will be super excited that Tucker will have a friend

. will be super nervous he might mess up or miss something

. he is super excited though, he always looks at you, imaging how it will be once his baby is born

. decorates the nursery in a ton of cute animals

. would buy a ton of stuffed animals for the unborn baby too

. plans a baby shower down to the T

. I feel like he wouldn’t care about the gender- he’s just so excited to have a kid

. those late night talks where it’s like: (while he is rubbing your stomach)

“I’m so lucky, I’m with you and we are going to start a family together, I love you”

. goes to every ultrasound meeting, he does not want to miss a single one

. he would have so many pre-picked names from over the time you guys were dating

. lots of onsies- especially character or animal ones

. he’s so so excited for halloween because?? baby & family matching costumes?? a d o r a b l e

. would have those apps to see how big the baby is each week

“They’re the size of a pomegranate!”

. when you have the energy, he will play music and slow dance, as a “little family”

. he loves calling it “little bean” and talks very often

“Little bean- tell them they need rest, their ankles are swollen” “Karl they cant do anything”

. he’s just so excited

an: feeding the baby fever once more

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and @mina-luv-bot​ for ur bby fever <3

[inkandpen22]

Dazed and Confused ( S1: 3/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild language and violence 

Word Count: 3.1k

Part Summary: At Tina’s party, Y/N wants to forget all of her problems. Things take a turn when Billy makes a move on her, angering Steve

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Arriving at Tina’s after dropping Dustin at Mike’s, I am in much need of some good old spiked punch. I yank down my gray oversized sweatshirt some more so that it hangs low off my shoulder. As I cross the threshold into the house, the heat of the crowded living room slaps me in the face. Directly to my left, the kitchen AKA the alcohol hub. I slip between bodies and end up at the counter covered with semi-empty bottles and old plastic cups. Most importantly, a bowl of maroon punch sits in the corner. I grab a cup and make my way over. A boy stands in front of it but I reach around him and scoop up some of the mystery substance.

“What’s in this?” I hear a voice holler behind me.

I turn around to answer but freeze when I realize it’s Nancy. She stares at me equally stunned. My face falls, this is awkward. Seriously universe? I couldn’t have at least one drink before bumping into her?

Steve appears behind her looking slick as ever in his black sunglasses and matching blazer.

“Everclear is my guess,” I answer, acting civil.

She nods timidly, “thanks…”

I step out of her way so she can get some of her own. Steve’s head travels up and down slowly with a blank expression. I can’t see his eyes but I assume he’s studying my costume. A gray oversized sweatshirt that hangs off the shoulder, red heels, matching earrings, and some shorts, though they’re unnoticeable. I can feel him starring me down through those stupid Ray-Bans. Silently, I beg for him to not bring up our encounter in the parking lot. All I wish for tonight is to drown out reality and try to forget. He’s a human ticking time bomb. The tension between us could be cut with a knife.

“Are you finally going to tell me what you are?” Nancy jumps in, forcing me to break my staring contest with her boyfriend.

I open my mouth to answer but Steve beats him to it.

“Flashdance,” he answers for me. “It’s one of her favorites.”

He acts distant, unattached, distracted by the party but I see right through it. There’s something he’s not saying. He says things like this as if it’s common knowledge. A random person wouldn’t describe my eyes as Y/E/C but gray depending on the lighting. One minute, he calls my eyes beautiful and the next he’s starring me down like a disapproving parent. The hell Harrington?!

Nancy gushes, apparently she and I are okay all of a sudden, despite early today with the whole Barb thing. Plus, I think she’s already been drinking for awhile so buzzed Nancy is fun Nancy.

“That’s so cute! You look hot!” She pulls me into a hug.

Over her shoulder, I glimpse up at Steve as he lifts his glasses to rest of his head. His brown eyes threaten to expose my upset from earlier. I get that he’s pissed about my neglect for my feelings. He wants to talk about what was wrong but right now we’re at a party and parties aren’t meant for depressing conversations.

“Let’s go dance!” Nancy suggests, already tugging me into the living room.

Steve calls after her but she ignores him. He follows behind us through the crowd with a groan. In the center of the living room, Nancy stops and turns to me with a bright grin. She cheers as she tosses her head back.

“Woohoo!” She laughs.

This is what I wanted, normalcy. We’re surrounded by our friends, drinking, dancing, being stupid! We did this before everything so why can’t we do it now? Perhaps after tonight, everything will fall back into place.

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On my third game of flip-cup, I’m beyond buzzed. In fact, when I walk I float. I’m on cloud nine. Here, this carefree and lively state is exactly where I wanted to be. Naturally, I’m competitive and amazing at drinking games so I finish my third game with yet another win. I cheer as Tommy from algebra hands me a cup of who knows what as my reward.

“Hey there beautiful,” a husky voice greets from behind me.

I spin around and kind of become dizzy from the action but catch myself.

It’s Billy.

“Hey hottie,” I smirk.

He snickers and closes the space between us to whisper in my ear. “How about you and I go somewhere a little more private?”

That’s a nice thought. He is cute. His ass could have its own zip code. Plus, he has no shirt on under that leather jacket, hello washboard like abs. His California tanned skin glistens under a thin layer of sweat. Damn, he’s a human Ken doll.

He’s no Steve though. Wait… what? I don’t think of Steve like that. Why would I think that? Um, yeah, that’s a no! Then again, Steve is always there for me. Sometimes it can be annoying how he’s always there. It means he cares but I don’t want to dump all of my drama on him. Then, he gets upset when I don’t open up. I hate it when I hurt him. I love him so much that when he’s in pain so am I.

“Okay,” I blurt out without truly thinking.

“Cool,” I hear him whisper as he takes my hand and starts pulling me toward the stairs across the room.

Wait, what? What am I doing? This isn’t me. I don’t like Billy. He treats Steve like shit. If anything I should kick his pretty ass. Though if I tried he’d probably murder me.

I glance down at his hand engulfing mine. It’s all rough and twice the size of my own. If we make it upstairs, it’ll be just him and I. I’ll be defenseless. I may be drunk but I’m not oblivious. My intuition is still working and it’s screaming for me to pull my shit together.

“Hey Billy? I don’t think…” I press my heels into the floor, slowing him down just as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

Aggressively, he whips around and purposefully towers over me to act intimidating. “What? Now, you’re saying no? Are you messing me? Playing with me!” He accuses.

I shake my head dramatically, “no! No, that’s not what-”

“Oh, so you still want to do this,” he presses.

Too impatient for an answer, he continues up the stairs. The grip he has on me has shifted up to my wrist. I attempt to tug myself free but fear dislocating it, his strength is too great. I stumble up the stairs behind me and I startle to feel dizzy. I think it’s safe to say I’ve had too much.

“No,” I whine, “I don’t want to! Stop! Please! I don’t want to! No!”

“Hey!” A booming voice echoes from the bottom of the stairs.

Rapid footsteps approach from behind me and a rush of relief consumes me when Steve appears beside me. He places a protective hand on my back.

“What the hell is going here?” He directs at Billy, taking note of his fist wrapped around my wrist.

“Nothing that concerns you, Harrington. Y/N and I were just heading upstairs.” He jolts his hand forward, causing me to traveling with it.

Steve instantly pries Billy’s hand from my body. Then, shoves him in the back, flying him forward to land with his ass on the stairs. “Don’t you ever touch her again! You hear me?!” He sneers. His face turns this deep red as he pants angrily.

The two start bickering but I can’t keep up. I see three Steves and a couple Billys shouting in each other’s faces. I lean against the railing unsteadily and slide down to sit on the steps. My eyes suddenly feel very heavy.

“I’m going to go to bed now,” I announce to no one in particular.

I decide to get some rest and shut my eyes. It’s okay, Steve’s here. He’ll protect me.

I’m not sure how much time has past when I hear Tommy and some of the other basketball boys come to break up the fight.

“Come on Y/N,” I hear Steve whisper to me, “let’s get you home.”

Feeling as light as a feather, I’m picked up like a sleepy child off the ground. For a moment, I fall asleep again. I rest my head on his chest and ponder the rare opportunity to sleep without being afraid of being eaten by a monster.

“Y/N?” I hear someone repeatedly call my name. “Y/N, wake up!”

I ease open my eyes and at first my vision is blurry but then they eventually adjust. Steve glances down at me as he we cross the threshold hold to the front yard.

“You smell like sunshine and all things exquisite,” I mumble to myself, adjusting myself in his arms to curl closer to his warmth.

“Even when hammered you still manage to be a walking thesaurus,” he teases.

Opps, he heard me. Oh well, I wasn’t lying. He smells like vanilla, the ocean, sugar, spice, and everything nice.

Goosebumps course over my skin as a brisk October breeze hits me. I shiver slightly and Steve holds me closer.

“We’re almost to my car. I’ll turn on the heat high. You’re okay,” he promises calmly.

Playing the hero, Steve places me into the passenger seat gently and straps me in. I toss my head to the side and rest my eyes again. He shuts the door for me before jogging to the driver’s side. The car drowns out the sound of chaos coming from the party and creates a sense of security. Steve slides behind the wheel and for some reason I choose now to act reasonable.

“Have you been drinking? If so, you shouldn’t drive,” I state like a health textbook.

He chuckles, popping in the keys. “I’m sober. Promise.”

“That’s nice. Good to know,” I yawn.

The last thing I can remember of the ride home is Steve turning on the car.

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I wake up silently as Steve pulls up in front of my house. He’s unaware of my stare as he finishes parking and turning off the car.

“Hazel,” I tell him, announcing my woken state.

He looks to me with scrunched eyebrows, all confused. It’s cute when he does that. He’s cute. Geez, what the heck am I saying? He’s dating my best friend! Steve is Steve and Katherine, we don’t mix, at least that way.

“What?” He questions, turning to face me.

“Your eyes… they’re hazel…” I repeat softly with a yawn. “But, it really depends on the lighting.”

He snickers, and astonished expression blesses his features. The subtle blush forming on his cheeks makes me smile to see him all bashful because of my comment. He has no idea how gorgeous we truly is, inside and out. He glances down at his lap, at his hands fidgeting with a button on his jacket, then back up at me with hooded eyes.

“See, right now!” I point out, “they’re a dark brown like a burnt caramel, basically black. When you’re really focused on a task or upset about something, they go dark. Then, when you’re really happy or excited, they turn to a light hazel… like seaglass. It’s how I can tell if something’s bothering you. You don’t even have to tell me half the time. All I have to do is look into your eyes and I know,” I state a matter-of-factly with a light snicker.

I shift you see him directly and tuck a few strands of my hair away from my face. He watches my every move patiently, eagerly, for me to say something more, anything. I can’t speak for him but my heart won’t stop racing. Is it possible to have stage fright in a conversation? I feel like a mannequin, on display. Nervously, I twirl my hair at the ends and find myself unable to meet his gaze anymore.

“Your pupils are rarely small,” I add quietly. “They’re usually really big and take up most of your eye giving off the illusion they’re black. One thing that never changes is…”  I make a circle with my finger in front of my eye to demonstrate, “is the gold rim around each of them.” I lower my hand into my lap and play with the end of my sweatshirt. “That’s my favorite part… ” I confess timidly.

I wouldn’t be saying these things if I were sober. I wish he would say something, anything. He must think I’m crazy. He finds me with Billy heading up stairs. I can only imagine what he must think of me now. Embarrassed beyond belief and sobering up, I excuse myself.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say as I unbuckle myself. “See you Monday!”

Swiftly, I climb out of the car. As I walk toward my front door, I curse myself for acting so stupid! Geez, what was I thinking? ‘The gold rim around each of them, that’s my favorite part!’ What kind of mushy, guhsy, marshmallow fluff is that? Ew! If he never spoke to me again I would judge that as completely reasonable! He has a girlfriend! He’s taken! Completely off limits! Why did I spew out this creepy nonsense to him like a total idiot? I’m not some lovesick teenage girl! I’m going to go to my room, put in some Guns N’ Roses, and just scream into my pillow all weekend! It sounds like an excellent plan to me because I just ruined my friendship with Steve forever! Add Nancy to that list because once he fills her in on what I said I’ll lose both of them!

“Y/N!” He calls after me.

I ignore it as I march faster toward the door. He’s only going to call me crazy because I was acting crazy!

“Y/N, wait!” He repeats as I hear him shut the car door and run toward me.

“Goodnight, Steve!” I urge him away without turning around.

His footsteps speed up until they come to a halt directly behind me. I reach for the door handle, my freedom. Desperately, he grips my forearm and steps in front of me, blocking the front door.

“Look, could you just slow down for a sec?” He yells at me as he pants to catch his breath.

“No! I can’t slow down! I just want to go inside, get in my pajamas, and forget tonight ever happened! Alright? Now, excuse me,” I gesture for him to get out of the way.

Reluctantly, paired with an overly dramatic eye roll, he steps aside. Despite wanting his to leave, I thank him quietly for cracking open the front door slowly, making sure not to wake anyone.

“Nance and I broke up…” Steve drops on me.

My heart leaps and I stop dead in my tracks. Unsure of what to do or say, I remain still in the doorway and wait for him to say more.

“She never loved me,” he explains with a heartbroken tone. “At least… I don’t think she did…”

Shit. Please don’t tell me that, Harrington. It only makes me want you more. He’s always so close but too far out of reach. I care about him more than anything but he’ll never mine. I’m just the friend.

I spin on my heels and offer him a sympathetic smile, “would you like to come in?”

He nods, clearly miserable. I step aside, allowing him in. After shutting the door behind us, I warn him to be quiet so we don’t wake my parents. He nods slowly and slips his hand into mine. Never breaking eye contact with me, he leads the way through the moonlit house toward my room. His platonic touch is so blissful, I can only imagine what it feels like otherwise.

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Steve and I sit on my bed in our usual positions with my record player going quietly. He lounges like a patient in therapy and me, acting as his therapist, criss-cross beside him. He explains everything. He describes how drunk Nancy got and how he followed her to the bathroom. It was there they got into a fight. She admitted feeling guilty for the loss of Barb. Then, she called all of it bullshit. Us acting like carefree teenagers, never telling Barb’s parents the truth, her love for Steve, all of it is bullshit. He asked Jonathan to take her home and that’s when he stumbled upon me and Billy.

Watching Steve relive it all and hearing the pain in his voice breaks my heart. How could Nance do this to him? I get that she’s going through something, we all are. I’m by no means normal. I’m hiding everything for Pete’s sake! I haven’t been myself for over a year. Steve was just now becoming truly happy again! He was putting on a brave face for Nancy for so long! Now, she crushed it. She crushed him.

I reach and place my hand over his as they rest intertwined on his stomach. “I’m sorry. Truly, I am.”

“I really loved her. At least, I think I did. I don’t know anymore. I thought she loved me too.”

“I did too,” I tell him honestly.

He glances away from the ceiling down to me, “what can I do?”

I wish I knew the answer. I wish there was a way I could take away his pain. Yet, I have nothing. I shrug, “I’m not entirely sure. I think you should at least talk to her.

Tomorrow, of course, when she’s sobered up. Perhaps, she was just drunk and didn’t mean what she said. She wasn’t in the proper mindset.”

“So I shouldn’t take what she said to heart?”

“Well, there’s also the argument that drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Does the same go for you?” He snickers.

I laugh, “sometimes.”

“So you don’t like the gold in my eyes? I thought it was your favorite part?” He smirks, turning to lay on his side and face me. My hand would’ve fallen off his hadn’t he flipped his over to catch it.

Ugh, he’s such a sneaky jerk! His cheeky smirk only grows with my silence. Warmth rushes to my cheeks as I bashfully hide my face.

“Yeah… about that…” I laugh nervously, “let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Should I forget that you also said I smell like sunshine and everything exquisite?” He adds to the torment.

I groan, tossing my head back. This must count as torture. “Preferably, yes,” I request shortly.

We share a laugh at my annoyed reaction. He’s impossible! Even he should be mopping he still manages to tease me!

A comfortable silence fills the air and I stare down at the pillow in my lap as I play with the lettering on it.

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[bubblywriter0]

I’m your biggest fan! Bakugou x reader x Todoroki

Word count: 2.6k of filth 

Warnings: non-con, smut, degradation, double-penetration 

tagging: @twynity @tommy-braccoli​

You were his secretary. Katsuki Bakugou, the hot-headed, incredibly stubborn, and undeniably handsome Ground Zero. Being the number three Hero's secretary had its perks, as well as its (rather exasperating) responsibilities. Which consisted of late nights, piles of paperwork, and plenty of arguments with the short-tempered Hero. 

But you loved it. 

You couldn't deny that it had you completely stressed most of the time, or that you were up till ungodly hours of the night more than once a week cleaning up his messes. But there was something charming about the snooty blonde, however hard it was to admit, and you could proudly say no one could match his outrageous temper the way you could. 

Your manager could confirm this first hand, as she had been caught in the midst of one-two many yelling matches between the two of you and always silently thanked you afterward for being able to keep him in his place.  

You held your own with the number three Hero, and though he would never admit it out loud, you were one of the very few people that could get him to see reason when his temper took over. You were a strong, independent woman. Which is why you never imagined yourself in this position, at least not in this way. 

—

Katsuki Bakugou was undeniably attractive. And an insatiable tease. He could (to your annoyance) read you easier than you anyone, and he had made your knees go weak too many times with his low-tone remarks or "accidental" intimate touches. But, you never gave in. 

You never took action on the desires that bubbled right underneath the surface. Not when you were fuming, inches away from each other from some dumb, long forgotten argument, the tension so thick anyone who walked in would slam against it. You even humored the thought of going out on a date. Just two colleagues going out for a drink after work, if not only to scratch the itch of something more. 

But the blunt hero never took the bait, couldn't seem to ask you out like a regular person. Instead, he had to drive you insane with teasing touches and suggestive remarks, that damn smirk and low voice carrying into your bedroom late at night when you were by yourself. Yet, being the responsible little secretary you were, you never gave in.

And then today, he finally seemed to snap. 

It started in the middle of your meeting. Some bastard was going on and on about some dumb policies and Bakugou couldn't be less interested. He internally groaned as he checked his watch just to find that he would have to sit through twenty more agonizing minutes of this. Tch. If this shithead pulls out one more Venn diagram I'm gonna fucking lose it. He fought the urge to prop his feet up on the desk, instead letting his gaze lazily wander to you. 

Aw. Look at you, such a good little secretary. His good little secretary, his brain added possessively. He chuckled quietly to himself, noting the way your pencil was tucked behind your ear, your brow scrunched in concentration as you scribbled down notes like a diligent student. He smirked as his eyes wandered down to see your pretty little skirt hiked up those cute thighs of yours. He licked his lips as he watched you bounce your foot gently, your thigh slightly jiggling from the movement. God, he just wanted to sink his teeth into you. 

You barely caught the movement in the corner of your vision, too busy watching the presentation to pay attention to Bakugou -besides, you were more than used to him getting antsy during these long meetings. So it was safe to say you didn’t take note of the large hand making its way towards you. 

You almost squealed when you felt the warm palm slide into your lap, your mouth dropping open in surprise. You practically burned up on the spot, immediately panicking and trying inconspicuously to pry it off. This only encouraged Bakugou, prompting him to squeeze the plump flesh, his thumb dragging slow, precise, and agonizing circles into your inner thigh as you squirmed, his teeth flashing as he grinned manically. He was going to enjoy this.

You couldn't focus on a word said after that, which was rather inconvenient considering you were supposed to be taking notes. The warm blush on your face hadn't left but your heart finally had slowed to a normal pace as the meeting came to an end. 

You stood quickly and smiled at the men and women leaving, unsettlingly aware of the metal chair scraping away from the table and the flooding warmth as Bakugou shuffled across the room to stand next to you. 

He grunted out less friendly goodbyes, echoing you lazily, and your eyes flew wide as you felt a hand sliding up the back of your thighs to your ass. You tried to swat his hand away but he caught your hand easily, pinning it against your back, clicking his tongue disapprovingly in your ear as he stepped up behind you. You let out a small whimper of protest and his grip on your wrist tightened painfully, pulling you with it so your back smacked against his chest, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. 

He didn't even seem to care that the last man who was about to shake your hand flushed almost as bright as you, and you squirmed helplessly as Bakugou glowered over your shoulder at the hand that was still held out. The dumbstruck man didn’t move, Bakugou’s patience wearing thin as he bared his teeth and let out a low growl, 

“Are you just gonna stand there shitty extra? You waiting for a damn show, wanna watch me fuck her real good or something?” Bakugou taunted cruelly, a hand wrapping around your neck as he leaned down to you. ‘Wadya’ say princess? You wouldn’t mind, would you? Bet your fuckin soaked right now, thinking about this shitty loser watching me bounce you on my cock, bet you’d like that, Hah” But all you could do was whine pathetically, trying to hide your red face, looking anywhere but at the flustered man. 

“Oh?” His crimson eyes narrowed at the man who was still standing there. “So you do want a show? That’s fine with me, but let’s make sure that princess here is okay with it,” he grinned again as you were suddenly thrown forward, bent over, the blood rushing to your head as you felt rough hands traveling up the back of your thighs curiously. “Let’s take a little peek and see if I’m right, hm?” 

But the poor man was already backing away, practically tripping over his feet and muttering apologies over his shoulder as he burst out of the conference room, his face bright with embarrassment and arousal judging from the obvious tent he was shielding in his pants as he made a bee-line for the bathroom. 

As the clear door swung shut you were suddenly picked up from the waist, and it took a moment for your spinning head to adjust before you started kicking your legs out in an attempt to escape. “Tsk, such a fucking brat,” Bakugou growled as he swatted at your ass, a painful sting following as you let out a yelp. 

“Stay fucking still slut.” You felt a tear drip down your cheek as you gave up your attempt to evade his grasp, your small body not standing a chance to the pounds of muscle you were up against. 

Bakugou flopped your body onto the glass table, pulling your ass towards him and flipping up your skirt onto your back so he had access to your plump behind. His heated fingers traced the exposed skin and you bit back a groan as he ran a finger down your slit. Your body automatically shivered when he yanked your panties down, hiding your head in your hands as you felt cool air tickle your dripping folds. He was right. You were sopping. 

“Aw, look at this,” you wined with embarrassment at his coos, his husky voice going straight to your exposed heat. “All wet and needy for me, huh baby?” You practically sobbed, your head nodding with shame. “Don’t worry pretty baby, I’ll take care of this mess” He pulled your legs apart and cooed again at the way your messy cunt dripped down all over the table, running a finger up your leg to collect some of your juices, popping the finger in his mouth and groaning at your taste. 

“I’ll make it all better, yeah?,” he hummed, chuckling at your incoherent mumbles and sobs. He leaned forward so his hot breath fanned against your ear, smirking as he growled in a low voice, “I asked you a fucking question slut.” You gulped at his harsh tone. “You know how to use your words, right bitch?” You nodded violently, terror making your voice tremble stupidly as you tried to answer in between hiccups, “m’s-sorry, I c-can-” He clicked his tongue, cutting you off. “I-I I’m s-sorry,” he mimicked you, sneering at the way you trembled. 

“Sluts who can’t follow simple orders don’t need to talk, do they?” You shook your head no shamefully, your cute little sobs and whimpers going straight to Katsuki’s already tight pants. “Good girl,” he cooed at your obedience, smirking as he undid his navy tie, pulling you towards him roughly. He reached around to your face and grabbed your jaw, his thumb prodding at your bottom lip. “Open,” he demanded, and you complied. 

He smirked with satisfaction at how good you were being, how easily you were letting him handle you. Such a good little slut for him, he repeated the thought again as he coaxed the handmade gag all the way into your open mouth, drool seeping down onto your chin. “There.” He grinned at the image of you looking all fucked out, cunt all messy and oh so needy, throat stuffed full, with mascara running down those pretty cheeks. “Isn’t that better baby?” He rasped as he kneaded your hips, grinding his clothed cock slowly against your dripping sex. You whined around your gag as you squirmed, fresh tears running down your stained cheeks as your body begged for more, begged to be filled by something, anything.     

Luckily for you Bakugou seemed to understand, fingers attacking your swollen clit as he humped against you lazily. “Need something pretty baby?” He laughed at your silence, but made quick work of unzipping his slacks as he pulled himself out of his pants, jerking himself once before spreading your cheeks. He groaned at the sight of his fat cock slipping between them as your needy cunt sucked him in, your body finally relaxing a bit as he slid inside you fully.

 He gave you no time to adjust, pulling out halfway just to slam back in, making you squeal around your gag. You rocked yourself back and forth on the table, chasing your much needed release as Bakugou used you, pulling your hips back to try and fit more of him inside you, your eyes rolling back at how good he felt. He almost didn’t notice how close you were, focusing on the way your weeping cunt kept sucking him in, squeezing around him whenever he growled filthy obscenities into your ear. 

But when you started babbling mindlessly around your gag, pushing back against him, he caught onto what you were doing, smirking at how quickly he’d reduced you to this. “Gonna come for me pretty baby? You gonna come around this fat cock?” You nodded, sobbing at how close you were.  “Go ahead, make a mess slut,” he growled against your ear, teeth grazing your skin as his warm tongue slipped out and prodded at it. You shivered uncontrollably as your body convulsed, giving into the intense pleasure as you focused on the heat between your slick thighs combined with the way Katsuki’s mouth was working down your neck, your orgasm racking through your body in euphoric waves, your cunt squeezing around Bakugou's dick as you came. 

You trembled as you slowly came down from your high, your sticky fluids sliding down your cheeks as Bakugou continued to pound into you. Everything felt so sensitive and suddenly the immense pleasure you were feeling mixed with something else and it was, “too m-much Katsuki, please s’too much,” but your cries were muffled and there was no way in hell he was letting you go now, grabbing your hips tighter as he thrust in and out of you, the lewd squelches from your dripping pussy making him feral. 

“Aw, you can take it princess,” he grunted with a sick grin as you tried to crawl away from him, squirming hopelessly on the glass table. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re gonna stay here and take it all like a good girl, you hear me?” He slapped your ass hard, emphasizing his point while his hips drove forward to meet your messy hole, groaning at the way your cheeks tinted pink from the impact, spanking you again to hear to feel you squeeze around him even tighter. “You like that slut?” He sneered, “Of course you do.” 

But you were too distracted by the flash of red and white that caught the corner of your vision. 

You raised your head slowly, only to be met with the inquisitive gaze of- You gasped. Shouto Todoroki. The Shouto Todoroki, the number Two Pro Hero you’d watched on TV for years, fawned over, and now... 

Bakugou could only assume your small gasp was from how good he was making you feel, and he smirked at this, driving his hips into you wilder with a new sense of inspiration and pride feeding to his unbelievably large ego. But how wrong he was. 

Your breath caught in your throat as curious blue and grey orbs traveled along your form, his gaze cutting through the glass and heating your whole body up till you were almost positive it was on fire. You felt so exposed, so humiliated, and so utterly turned on. 

His eyes slowly raised back to meet yours and you swallowed nervously. His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips and his mismatched orbs held yours with such intensity and curiosity, it was so..dominant. 

And it was making your legs feel weak. It made you feel all hot and bothered as he watched the Ground Zero fucking into you without hesitation, shamelessly watching every move. And it didn’t take long for Bakugou to notice. 

Bakugou was observant, and the sudden reactions your body was having to him was a pleasant surprise, but a little random, and it didn’t take long for him to realize your attention was focused outside the room, which annoyed him. “Oi, shit head whadya..” he trailed off as he caught sight of the red and white boy standing outside of the room, and he suddenly remembered he had a meeting with him scheduled for this afternoon, in this room. 

He had half the mind too cover you up and go tell the icy-hot bastard off but, what was this? You certainly seemed to be enjoying the way the dual-colored Hero was watching you get fucked. Did this.. Get you off? A shit eating grin spread across Bakugou’s face at the realization, the wheels already turning in his head. 

So his pretty little secretary wanted to act like a whore, huh? Then he’d treat her like one. 

You hear Bakugou chuckle darkly, yanking your hips back to gain more leverage, sneering at the heat rising to your face. Lips brush against your ear and a raspy voice whispers, "Oh look, it's your favorite little hero, Shoto Todoroki. Wave to him, princess"

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Hope you enjoyed! Part 2 coming soon:) 

[siempre-bucky]

I.I.G.Y.M.H.W.Y.T.I.A.M.M.T.H.M.I.T.W?

COWBOY!BUCKY X READER

♡if I gave you my hand would you take it and make me the happiest man in the world?

Summary: Nat and Wanda take the reader post break up to The Stark Ranch, a beautiful little place in the lush green countryside. God she hated it, she didn't want to be here only wanted him back. With one dip of a black cowboy hat and a deep-voiced greeting, the readers brooding would have to wait.

Part 1 of 3

Warnings: light mentions of past abuse,

WC: 3.8k

A/N: there was a tiktok and it was just cowboy Sebastian Stan and this fucking song!! Here's a thing I can't stop thinking about! I edited this the best I could.

In the long, rich history of bad ideas, this had to be the worst idea anyone has ever had. Here she was, squished in between her best friends in the back of an Uber. An old country song from the 60s played on the radio as the two redheads gushed about the small town they were driving through. The most popular restaurant back in Brooklyn probably had more people inside it than this little country town.

"Are you done brooding?" Wanda complains, her Sokovian accent purely intensified the distaste in her tone.

"All I want is John, back," Y/N mutters bitterly, her jaw clenched, sinking lower into the seat. Both women roll their eyes at her comment.

"You haven't stopped mentioning Walker since we got off the plane. It's been 2 months Y/N," Natasha reminds her, checking her watch that was peaking from her black leather jacket. "Don't forget this is why we're here! A getaway is just what you need."

Has it already been 2 months? It only felt like 2 weeks since he left. His last words still sent a chill down her spine "Did you really expect me not to cheat, Y/N? It's New York, get used to it, babe." Y/N shakes her head, trying to get that man's callous words out of her head. She felt like she was already at the acceptance of the grieving process. She clearly wasn't there.

Natasha suddenly gasps, the Stark Ranch coming into view with its black iron gates, its name the biggest thing on it. Y/N looks in Nat's direction, the 4 story red and yellow inn sat in the middle of a long dirt road and was nuzzled in with the saturated green grass and big trees. Y/N thought it was pretty but she would never admit that to her friends.

"Ladies you have a good time out here! I reckon you'll find our little town quite charmin'!" The older man tells them happily as his car comes to a stop in front of the inn. The girls give him their thanks and get out to take a look at the place.

Nat's hand shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked up the place, a confident smile on her face since she picked out this place in the middle of nowhere. Wanda stood in the middle with her hands in her pockets and a relaxed smile. As for Y/N? she might as well have a dark cloud hanging over her. It smelled like grass and horses, her black ankle boots were covered in dust, and worst of all...Natasha blocked John's number. "Relaxation awaits girls!" Nat cheers as she leads her small pack into the front doors of the inn.

The inside was just a cute as the outside, country-style couches placed in the center with a mahogany coffee table littered in doilies. Guests laughed and chatted behind the french doors in the restaurant beside them. "Welcome to Stark Inn!" The front desk lady greets them, her strawberry blonde hair tied in a bun and a glossy smile on her features.

"You go check-in, I'm staying here," Y/N sighs, plopping down onto one of the floral couches, taking out her phone from her back pocket. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes, pushing their luggage next to their friend before walking over to check-in.

She checked her phone 5 times, 5 different bell-sounding notifications from 5 different apps. Nothing from her former love, of course, not because he's blocked. The next bell sound didn't come from her phone but the front doors of the inn. The ding was followed by two men laughing loudly, one clapping the other on the back. The Y/H/C girl looks up at the source of the ruckus.

One was blonde, wearing a thin blue flannel shirt and dark jeans. He was cute, had a nice ass, and blue eyes a lady could swim in. The other man was a different story, however. A blush crept up her cheeks as she looked at him. His shoulder-length hair was tied up in a low bun, face nearly hidden by his black velvet cowboy hat. Fuck that man looked good in red flannel.

The said man looked down at her. Oh shit, she'd been caught staring at the two cowboys. Before she could look away the one in red smirked at her and dipped his hat "ma'am," he speaks in greeting, his voice was low and raspy, sending butterflies to her stomach and other regions.

"H-hi," Y/n says shyly, like a schoolgirl whose crush finally talked to her. The man turned away and walked away to walk towards the front desk, mud left behind from their boots which they were quickly scolded for.

"Well while you boys are makin' a mess 'round my inn you can take help these girls up to their room," Pepper, the co-owner huffs "307... the nice one." Pepper waves them off, turning to grab the keys to the room.

Natasha eyed the blonde man up and down, resting her back on the front desk, propping her elbows up behind her. "Hi there cowboy," she speaks to him flirtatiously, her pink lips form a smirk. The man ducks his head and laughs.

"Hi there. I'm Steve."

"Natasha."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the flirting, rising from the couch she went to grab the handle of her bag but was met with cold metal. Her eyes flew up to see the man in the back cowboy hat already grabbed a hold of it "I'm assumin' this is yours?" he chuckled with that honey-like voice. Y/N nods and crossed her arms over her chest, her hand still feeling the chill of his hand.

She followed behind them, taking the red-carpeted stairs. She was behind them enough to stare at the broadness of his shoulders, a small smile appeared on her lips thinking about what it would be like to run her hands down his back. No, she quickly erased the image out of her mind. That thought returned as they climbed the second set of stairs, her Y/E/C traveled down his back and landed on his backside as he climbed. A red rag hung out of his back pocket.

The man turned around as they reached the top, catching her stare at him "I'm Bucky," he tells her, breaking her out of her trance. Bucky was 2 for 2 catching her stare at him. The red in her cheeks matched the vibrant red of the rag her eyes were once fixated on.

"Y/N," she responds simply, her voice quiet.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss." His words made her skin tingle, small bumps rising to the surface of her clothed skin. Her green jacket covering all the evidence.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bucky," she ponders over his name for a minute "did your parents name you that?"

Bucky laughed, oh God his laugh was precious "No, uh- my name is actually James. Bucky is just a nickname, I like it better," he explains. Y/N moved from the back to his side as they walked up the final set of stairs.

"Both names are nice," Y/n chuckles, "they suit you." They both looked at each other and instantly smiled, she even unfolded her arms and let them linger at her side. She forgot what it was like to be comfortable after all this time. Walking on eggshells for a man who could set off at any moment was what she grew accustomed to. This was nice, even she had to admit that.

The two girls in front couldn't help but give each other a knowing look, Steve even joined in. "He hasn't dated in years," he whispers to Natasha as they approached the room.

"A shell of a man cheated and dumped her," Wanda tells them in a hushed voice.

They reached the white door with a golden plate '307' written in script numbers. "This is the best room at the inn!" Steve starts to gush, placing the bags on the ground.

"Clear view of the stables, horses walking around all the time," Bucky chimes in, his elbow nudging Y/N the arm. he looked up at him with raised eyebrows but he wasn't looking at her this time. Did he do that on purpose? No. Probably not.

"Well... we'll let you ladies get settled in. Don't hesitate to reach out of you need anything." Steve dipped his hat and started to walk away, clapping his friend on the shoulder, turning him to walk in the same direction.

"See you around, Y/N," Bucky told her before walking away. Her eyes lingered on the tall man as he walked away and even he turned around to catch another glance at her. 3 for 3.

"Did someone catch feelings already?" Natasha laughed as he unlocked the room. Y/N eyebrows furrowed in anger, walking in after her friends, roughly brushing past the sassy redhead.

"All I want is John back. I don't know what the hell that was out there," she defended herself, snarling as she sat in the chair by the large windows, her legs hanging off the ledge.

The women hung their heads and began to unpack "You can have the other bedroom," was all Wanda said before the conversation ended. Y/N felt the guilt rise in her heart. She didn't mean to be so blunt and rude to them, in the back of her mind she knew they knew they were trying. She was trying too.

Time had passed and clothes were hung and folded away in their drawers. Nat sat on her laptop looking for places to eat in town while Wanda checked in with her husband and kids back home. Y/N hadn't left the chair since they arrived. Checking her phone for someone who couldn't talk to her.

"Look at this cute little place in town! It's home cooking they call it. We should go," Nat tells the girl happily.

"I'll call the Uber after I talk to Tommy," Wanda joins in.

"I-I don't want to go," Y/N says, her voice softer than before. She turns his attention to the sables below her, a black horse being led by the man in the black hat. "Bucky," she whispers to herself. She watches him, his lips were moving, obviously talking to the beautiful animal. A smile dared to appear on her face while she watched him, she saw her reflection and she sucked in her lips. Her attention went back to her friends.

"We're not going to let you coop yourself up in this room all night, Y/N." Natasha squints her eyes in judgment, closing her computer with a loud thud.

"And I don't want to make this trip miserable for you guys. I just need to be by myself for a while."

"That's what we're afraid of. It took 2 weeks to get you out of your apartment."

"I'm doing better now!" she shouts, realizing what she did she gulped and sat straight up in the chair, placing her feet on the floor "I'm sorry, Nat. Please just go, have fun and I promise we'll do that spa ay like you wanted tomorrow."

"Fine, but give me your phone," Wanda interjected, holding out her hand while her other one placed her phone in her back pocket. Y/N scrunched her nose and shook her head. Wanda's eyebrows lowered, her hand still stretched out as she walked towards her. She cocked her head, striking fear into the Y/H/C. She hated when Wanda did that.

"How are you going to reach me if something bad happens?"

With the phone now in Wanda's hand, Nat said "We'll call the front desk."

The girls had left, telling Y/N to make her time alone useful. She wanted to sit and wallow in her never-ending sadness. She remembered a time like this at a New York lawyers convention when John left her in the room for hours while he partied downstairs. No, no, she didn't want it to be like this even if it was her choice now.

The stables. She walked over to the window and saw the red building empty from what it looked like. Maybe she could get a glimpse of the horse she saw. Bucky didn't even cross her mind then or was that the reason she wanted to go so badly. No, it had to have been the horse she saw. Keep telling yourself that.

Y/N stayed back a bit longer, giving Nat and Wanda enough time to leave the property. They would never let this go after the stable comment Bucky made. She stepped outside, the sun starting to set and a small chilled breeze brushes past her. Lurking around to make sure no one was there she slowly walked into the stable, the horses not paying her any attention.

There she was, the beautiful black mare standing her her stall, her face poking out of the window. Y/N walked over and let the horse sniff the palm of her hand "You're so pretty, my darling," Y/N beams, rubbing her nose. The horse nickered, making the woman laugh "You like compliments don't you."

"She craves attention!" A voice called out from the other side of the barn. Y/N whipped her head to the side, her heart thumping against her chest. Bucky started making his way over, two silver buckets in his strong arms. The sweat on his face didn't go unnoticed by her, she swallowed hard and took a step back from the horse.

"I-I didn't see a stay-out sign, I'm sorry if I'm not all-" her rambling was cut off by his soft chuckle and the clang of the buckets now on the ground.

" I don't mind, doll. Clementine loves the company." I was hoping you'd show up, he kept that to himself of course. "While you're here, do you want to help me brush her? She gets sad if I don't do it before I leave."

Y/N smiles softly and nods at him, her hands folded in her lap. Bucky eagerly opened the stall and allowed her to enter first. He ran around to empty the feed buckets and placing the buckets on the shelf. He pants as he hands her a brush, his awkward smile earning a thank you.

Bucky stood on one side while she stood on the other, brushing the shiny coat of Celmentines's body. The silence was a comfort and the soft brushing noises were music to their ears. She enjoyed the silence and stolen glances at each other. His steel-blue eyes fixated on his favorite horse, she'd never seen someone look that loving towards someone else.

He breaks the silence "So what brings you guys all the way out to our neck of the woods?"

Was she supposed to be honest? Because 'I'm desperately trying to get over a man who ripped my heart out' doesn't scream approachable. She bit her lip and looked at him from the other side of the horse, their searching eyes meeting.

"Fella did me wrong so my friends decided a getaway was the best medicine," she explained, a watered-down version of what the real devastating truth was.

Bucky nods as he listens to her, slowly making his way to her side, brushing Clementine's hip as a cover. He didn't push it any further, now wasn't the time and he remembered her somber appearance when he first met her in the lobby "Where ya from?" He asks instead

"Brooklyn." His ears perk up, he hadn't thought about that city in so long.

"Brooklyn?" he hums, "how's the city these days?"

"Busy," she responds, looking over at him trying not to act surprised that he moved closer. "You've been?"

"Once or twice." 7 years. He frowned and bit the inside of his cheek. Y/N hums and starts to brush the side of her neck. Clementine whinnies, making the woman jump back. "I-It's ok," Bucky tells her kindly, holding out his hand, "she likes that, let me show you." He takes off his hat and tosses it on top of the hay pile behind them.

His flesh arm placed at on her midback, bringing her closer to the horse. His metal arm covers her hand to guide the brush down Clementine's neck. The sound of her own heart was deafening, he was so close she could pick up everything. The smell of hay and horses mixed in wish musk and was the cedar? It was manly...just like him. The stands of loose hair stuck to his forehead, small grey hairs mixed into his stubble.

Her eyes shifted away from his face onto the sight in front of her, his hand over hers, the gold and black metal shining in the overhead light. She wondered if he could feel her. "Your arm?" she questions barely audibly.

"It was a military accident...I fell," he responded, she couldn't tell if there was sorrow in his voice or he was just accustomed to explaining it all the time.

"It's nice! I hope I didn't offend you," she tried to pull away from the situation she created but his flesh arm held her still. He looks down at her and smiles.

"You didn't. It was a long time ago."

His reassurance got her to relax. They eased into small talk about their lives, she learned that he was born here and always helped the Starks on the ranch when they opened it, leading into a job when he got out of school. He was kind and funny, made her heart constantly skip beats when he said something nice. It made her forget John Walker for a while.

The sun went down, the auto light of the stables turned on. Bucky knew he should've clocked out by now, but this was far better. She was sad, he knew that, but when she relaxed she was surprisingly funny with her quick wit, soft smiles, and her newfound love for his favorite girl Clementine.

"Have you ridden before?" he asks as they finish, taking her brush back.

"No," Y/N laughs as she recalls her childhood, "I saw a boy fall off one at summer camp and I swore I'd never do it. I admire from afar."

Bucky joins in on the laugh while he grabs his hat and dusts off the loose straws of hay on his hat. Y/N bits her lip and pats Clemintine one last time before the pair walked towards the door "Watch your step," he warns, holding his metal hand out for her to take. She looks at him for a moment, feeling like her feet were cement. Her eyes flash from his hand to the softness in his eyes.

"Fucking hell Y/N let's go!" John's hand outreached for her, it was shaking, matching his anger. "I'll fucking leave you here. You know, fuck it. Walk home." That hand turned into a fist... she didn't like that fist.

Hesitantly she takes it, her nervous fingers wrapping around his palm as he guided her over the edge of the stall and onto the main ground of the stable. "Thanks for letting me brush her, it was nice," she smiled, still holding his hand. She wasn't the only one who didn't let go.

"Any time, doll. How long are ya here for?"

"5 days," she responds. Not enough time, he frowned and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Well you can come down any time you'd like, Clem would like the company." I would too.

Y/N finally realized she was holding his hand, her eyes went wide and pulled away suddenly, her nervous chuckle ringing in his ears "I-I should go... thank you again Bucky."

She scurries off towards the inn, their hands still tingling. He'd never been this happy to still have nerves in his arm "God bless Wakanda tech," he praised under his breath, clenching and unclenching the hand.

"Y/N! Wait a minute," he shouts stopping her mid way. She turns and see's him standing there in the overhead light of the stable, like he was waiting for her to get there safely.

"Yeah?" she questions, matching the volume of his voice.

"While you're here you should try Happy's Diner! Best coffee in town!"

"I thought this place did?"

"Don't let Pepper convince you!"

Y/N giggles and nods "I will. Goodnight Buck."

"Goodnight, Y/N!" He watches her leave, making sure she was safely inside, she turned to catch one last glance at him making the brunette smile at her and waving her off.

It would be another hour before Natasha and Wanda returned to the room, finding their friend in the same position in the chair by the window. This time her shoes were dustier than before, black hairs visible on her cream-colored shirt. She stared at the cowboy painting on the wall in front of her like her life depended on it "What did you do all day, Y/N?" Wanda asks, tossing Y/N's phone on the bed.

She expected her to run and grab it, feverishly checking the messages John couldn't send. That reaction never came, she didn't flinch when the phone landed on the bed with a soft thud. Her mind was still a blur, Bucky was kind, he held his hand out for her and got her to the other side of the stall...he waited for her.

"This," Y/N remarks, coming out of her thoughts pointing to the chair she was occupying. The spy in the leather jacket didn't buy it, looking at the differences in her clothing and demeanor.

"Sounds like a bore," Nat sighs, deciding to let it go for a moment.

"How was the restaurant?" Y/N yawns, getting up and walking past them. The two redheads sniffed the air as she passed, it smelled like Y/N had been sleeping in a barn. Well, that was almost true.

"What the hell is that smell?" Wanda grimaced, her nose scrunching at the foul smell. Y/N stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, she wasn't about to tell them about her time in the stable with Bucky. She brought her shirt up to her nose, fuck, it was her.

"Must be the atmosphere," she laughed it off, "I'm going to bed!" She rushes off before the accusations came and she knew they would come.

The door to the adjoining room slams shut and the girls give each other a knowing look "Twenty bucks says she smuggled Walker in here," Wanda bets.

"Nah, it was the guy with Steve. She blushed way too much to have done nothing about it."

"Fair."

[whore-for-slashers]

Thomas Hewitt nsfw alphabet

!! Women and minors DNI !! <3

Sorry i havent been posting much, I’ll try to post more stuff now<33

A (Aftercare) Since Thomas is very shy he always asks to cuddle after sex. He always blushes when you're in his arms, heck, anything you romantically/sexually do with him he blushes. Thomas is always the bigger spoon when hugging because he loves holding you.

B (Their favorite body part on you and them) His favorite body part on you is your chest. He loves leaning his head against it when he hugs you. Always leaving small hickeys and kisses on it. Thomas' favorite body part on him is his arms. You would compliment him on his strength, making him blush under his mask and it gives him confidence. Sometimes he picks you up at random moments to show off his strength to you. Hoping it will impress you.

C (Anything to do with cum) Thomas always cum inside of you (unless you ask him not to). He does a breeding kink and would like to have kids one day.

D (Dirty secret) Seeing you covered in his victims blood makes him a blushing mess. He also likes to see you wearing his apron…and nothing else underneath.

E (Experience, how experienced are they?) Before you came along he didn't know much about sex. There was a few times when he heard about it though. Hoyt and Monty gave Thomas only a small amount of info on sex. They didn't really care about teaching much on sex because it isn't that important to them.

F (Favorite position) Missionary. You did other positions but Thomas likes missionary the most. He can do low grunts against your ear and hit your g-spot. He's mostly sweaty and a groaning mess during and after sex.

G (Goofy or serious in the moment?) Thomas is more serious in the moment. He isn't that keen of being goofy because he thinks he'll ruin it for you. He also gets embarrassed if he messes up being 'goofy'.

H (Hair, how well are they groomed?) There is... a lot of hair down there. If you don't like that he will immediately get rid of all of the hair. Just to make you happy.

I (Intimacy, how are they during the moment?) Thomas can be a little rough during sex; it would depend on his mood. If he finally killed a victim who constantly kept on running away, he'd have a rush of adrenaline and would attack you like a hungry dog. However he can be gentle and very loving with you.

J (Jacking off, views on masturbation) Even though Thomas didn't know much on the subject, he did learn about masturbation on his own. He wouldn't do it frequently but once he met you; Thomas did masturbate more. Anytime he thought of you sexually, he'd either ask you to go to the bedroom or would go somewhere private to relief his self.

K (Their kinks) At first Thomas wasn't ready to try some kinks but you manged to talk him into trying some. Which soon became his obsession to do with you. He likes:,

- breeding kink; even if cant get you pregnant, he still likes the idea of having a family with you<33

- barebacking; im not gonna elaborate on this one

- Odaxelagnia; although he doesn’t like hurting you, he thinks you look cute covered in his marks

L (Location, their favorite place to be intimate) Thomas only has sex with you if it is in the bedroom or in the basement. Those are the only places he'd have sex because he doesn't want anyone (Especially his family) to catch you in the act.

M (Motivation, what gets them going?) As I said before, seeing you covered in blood gets him rather excited. After killing a victim does get him going as well. Most things you do with him can get him going honestly. If you're both in bed and you lay on top of him; instant boner.

N (No! Something they wouldn't do)

Degradation; nope never doing that. Poor Tommy is still insecure about his face. Plus calling him cruel names reminds of him of his bullies in school. Which causes his temper to rise and have a small temper tantrum. + he doesn’t like being mean to you<3

- hurting you; he loves you too much and doesn’t want to see you in pain. (Small love-bites are the only exemption to this

O (Oral, preference in giving or receiving) Thomas most prefers to give; he doesn't like taking his mask off frequently. However when he does take it off, Tommy will go down on you fir hours. Although he’s not opposed to you giving him blowjobs, he becomes a grunting and blushing mess.

P (Pace, fast and rough or slow and sensual?) Most of the time Tommy is slow and careful during sex due to his size. However he can be a wild animal in bed. you have broken many beds

Q (Quickies, their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex) he does prefer to take his time, but He loves quickies. Thomas would wrap his arms around you, then whispers if you would go upstairs with him.

R (Risks, are they game to experiment, do they take risks?) Thomas is open to a few things but is mostly shy to try anything new. You'll have to talk through it then he'll decide whether to do it or not.

S (Stamina, how many rounds can they go for? How long do they usually last for?) Thomas can last for a very long time, he can go up to 6 rounds a night. Especially after a kill, he won't stop for even a second.

T (Toys, do they own toys? Do they use them?) He does have a couple of toys: ropes, blindfolds, etc. He loves using them as long as the toys pleasure both of you.

U (Unfair, how much do they like to tease) Tommy does like to tease but it was a rare occasion when he would. He likes to see you squirm and beg him to go faster. However, he doesn't want you to get annoyed with him so Thomas wouldn't do it a lot.

V (Volume, how loud are they? What kind of noises do they make?) Thomas tries to stay quiet whenever any of his family members are in the house. He'd hate for any of them, especially Hoyt, to catch you both in the act. But when it's just you and him in the house; Thomas is very loud.

W (Wildcard, random head cannon) Thomas would keep you in his room whenever there is 'company' in the house. He doesn't want you to be involved with the family's killings. Thomas would hate for you to get hurt so he keeps you safe in his room.

X (X-ray, what's going on in their pants?) Thomas length is 8.5 inches long and is thick.

Y (Yearning, how high is their sex drive?) It may be a little over average. He isn't thinking of sex 24/7 but when it's mentioned; he'll begin to get excited and become red under his mask.

Z (How fast do they fall asleep afterwards?) It takes a while until Thomas goes to sleep, so he just cuddles with you before nodding off to sleep. After sex, he always wants to embrace you in his strong arms before falling asleep

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Hope this is okay!

What slasher should i do a nsfw alphabet for next?

[andvys]

I don’t wanna be your friend

You never believed in love or at least you didn’t believe in it when it came to you, you didn’t think you were worth being loved and you didn’t think you deserve it not after everything that you have done to survive.

After all you have been through could you still believe that there is something good in this world like love?

You had no faith in that but that changed when you came to Jackson and you met the pretty green eyed girl. Ellie Williams. She made you feel like you were worth being loved, like you actually deserve feeling like this even if it’s just platonically (that’s what you thought it was, at least from her side). She made you forget about all the bad things that you’ve been through. There was no weight on your shoulders when you were with Ellie.

You never thought you’d experience these types of feelings. You’ve read a lot of romance novels and as interesting as they are you always thought they were a little too cliche, the way people fall in love with each other or the way one talks about the other. You used to cringe at them but now you feel like one of the characters of the many books you’ve read that have fallen in love with someone and would take forever to confess their feelings to their crush. You’re annoyed at yourself and your feelings, why does it have to be Ellie? She’s your best friend and you’re pretty convinced she’s not into you and you would never ruin your friendship with her because of your stupid feelings, you’d rather stay miserable forever and love her from afar than ruin any chances at having her in your life.

But what you don’t know is that Ellie feels the same way about you. She loves you and she loved you right from the start, when she first saw you she felt like time stopped and she was staring at you in awe. Your pretty (e/c) eyes trained on her and a shy smile appeared on your face, Jesse was showing you around in Jackson, he was talking your ear off or at least that’s what it looked like to Ellie. Ellie being so in trance with your beauty, she didn’t realize you and Jesse were walking towards her. Jesse was trying to catch her attention but she was still staring at you. To her you were the most beautiful girl she has ever seen in her life and it made her nervous, was that what love at first sight feels like? Ellie was pretty convinced that it was.

“Hello, earth to Ellie” Jesse waved his hand in front of her face, she realized she was shamelessly staring at you while Jesse was trying to catch her attention for at least a whole minute. She noticed your flushed cheeks, you were looking down, probably nervous because of her staring. She thought you looked adorable with that blush on your face.

“Oh sorry guys, how’s it going?” She was really trying to act cool in front of you even though she felt anything but cool in that moment. Jesse noticed her checking you out and smirked to himself “Ellie this is (y/n), (y/n) this is Ellie. (Y/n) arrived here yesterday, I was just showing her around, we’re about halfway done but I have to go see Tommy, maybe you could show her the rest?”

Ellie knew what Jesse was doing, he did not have to go meet Tommy he was teasing her because he catched her staring at you. He was going to pay for this, later.

“Umm sure, yeah I can do that”, Jesse winked at Ellie which made her glare at him.

“Alright I better get going, don’t want to make Tommy wait, it was nice meeting you (y/n), I better see you around!”. You smiled at him, you liked Jesse he seemed like he was going to be a good friend. “Sure and thanks for the tour!”. And with that Jesse was gone and Ellie was left alone with you.

“Alright, shall we?” She was trying to avoid your eyes, she was embarrassed about Jesse and you catching her staring and checking you out earlier.

You were quite, she glanced at you and noticed that you were the one doing the staring now.

Ellie smirked to herself, “(y/n)?”.

“Oh yeah, let’s go”, you gave her a sweet smile, one that made Ellie feel weak in the knees.

Catching herself staring at you again, she tried to play it cool and act like she didn’t just do that again. “Yeah let’s go”.

This was the beginning of your beautiful friendship. Everything you did, you did together.

You were always assigned for patrols together. You’d hang out together as much as you could. She’d play guitar and sing for you. You’d write poems for her and she would make cute little drawings of you.

You had regular movie nights that’d turn into sleepovers because Ellie always (purposely) choose scary movies to watch, ones that made you feel so scared that you’d always end up cuddled in Ellie’s arms. You felt safe wrapped in her arms and Ellie loved having you cling to her.

She’d lovingly look down on you and admire your beautiful face. She was so in love with you.

Whenever you would sleep over you’d be the first to wake up, you’d trace her tattoo and count the many freckles on her face and lovingly watch her sleep. The love you felt for this girl was out of this world, you would do anything for her.

And she would do anything for you.

Everyone else could see how much you two loved each other everyone except for the both of you it seemed.

All Ellie wanted to do was just grab your face, kiss you and confess her undying love for you but she was pretty convinced that you didn’t like her this way. Sure you would cuddle and sleep in her arms but that’s just what best friends do right?

Ellie was pretty sure she would die alone because she just wants you but you probably don’t want her or do you? She has never seen you flirt with anyone. She has never seen you be interested in someone. You were always with her, you gave her all of your attention and you’d always make sure she has eaten enough. You’d bring her gifts back whenever you weren’t on patrol together. Is that really what best friends do? Or is there a slight chance that you could feel the same about Ellie as she feels about you?

She decides to take a chance and confess her feelings for you.

Ellie grabs her coat and leaves her shed, on the way to your house she thinks about how she’s going to do it. How do you tell your best friend that you have fallen in love with them?

She arrived at your house way quicker than she wanted to. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on your door. With a racing heart she waited for you to open the door.

You open the door and your face immediately lights up seeing her standing there. Ellie looked nervous “hey el, come in. I actually just wanted to come over.” You smiled at her. Ellie walked in, your smile making her feel a little less nervous.

She sat down on your sofa, you sat down next to her.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something” she took your hand in hers. You realized she was anxious about something and that made you worry for the girl. You noticed whatever she was about to tell you made her feel scared about your reaction. “What’s going on El? You know you can talk to me”.

“I love you, (y/n).” She blurted out. This is not how she wanted to do it. She mentally slapped herself. But she was way too nervous to actually form any sentences. This was the only way to do it.

“I love you too, Ellie” you were a little confused as to why she was telling you this, you constantly told each other how much you loved each other.

“No (y/n)... I.. not like this, I love you like I am in love with you and I’ve been in love with you forever.”

You stared at her, your big (e/c) eyes looking into her beautiful green eyes. You were shocked not knowing what to say, how? Ellie is in love with you? Like you are in love with her? This can’t be real. It’s just to good to be true.

The silence was killing Ellie. She immediately regretted confessing her love for you, she felt like she messed everything up. “Please say something”. You stayed quiet, too shocked about her confession. Was this actually happening?

“Shit (y/n)... I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything” Ellie got up wanting to leave your house as quickly as possible.

You got out of your trance like state and grabbed Ellie’s hand turning her around “I’m in love with you too Ellie” pressing your lips against hers she let out a gasp, wide eyed watching you she realized she’s not kissing you back, closing her eyes she grabbed your face and pulled you closer, passionately kissing you. This was all she ever dreamed off, no it was even better than that.

Pulling away from the kiss you looked into each other’s eyes and smiled at each other, going in for another kiss. Your hands caressing her waist, you pulled her even closer, if that was even possible.

She gently stroked your cheek with her thumb and smiled into the kiss.

You pulled away from her and opened your eyes and looked at her with loving eyes, seeing her look at you just the same. “This kiss was even better than how it’s described in the books”.

“You’re such a dork”. She laughed at you and kissed your forehead. “Yeah but I’m your dork”.

You hugged her, laying your head on her chest.

She held you tight, “yeah you’re my dork, I love you”.

“And I love you, El”.

She felt so happy to hear you saying those words knowing they aren’t meant in a platonic way. She was happy she took a chance and decided to confess her feelings for you. Hearing you say you’re in love with her, is the best feeling in the world. Knowing that the girl she’s in love with, is in love with her too could make her cry happy tears. She could finally kiss you and be able to call you her girl.

She’s yours and you are hers.

[softdotnet]

C!Tommy headcanons because I miss doing these

-After his death, it's very easy for him to bruise/cut his face. He'll fall face first and BAM-injury. It's not uncommon for him to be walking around with a dirty bruise on his forehead or Band-Aids covering his face. (They're purple and green bandaids w/ stars on them from Ranboo and Tubbo. Big man shit.)

-He's a racoon and ferret hybrid. He's constantly hyper but the majority of his schedule is sleeping. He adores shiny things and hides shit on the regular. Once, he hid a ton of Techno's books under the mans own bed. Techno wasn't impressed at all. He also likes attempting to burrow into the ground (he's usually successful, you can sometimes find him happily sitting in a little hole in the ground near his home)

-Common hc that Tommy knows how to knit and makes things for his friends.

-He has a morning routine, curtesy of Puffy, and it consists of getting up almost as soon as he wakes up, and going out for a walk around the SMP, once he's back he eats a small breakfast and he's to set up a small goal for himself to accomplish. It's helped him a ton.

-He has his own chat that follows him around. They're little moths that cause problems and shit. The bigger moths, are donos and are the loudest of the bunch. Tommy has a love-hate relationship with them all.

-He and Ranboo have code words for incase one of them gets uncomfortable or feel unsafe. They became a thing during Exile and when Ranboo was visiting. Why would I tell you them? Code words are secret, dumbass :)

-He was born in a lab. He was a lab kid and was experimented on because of his hybrid traits. In his world, it's quite rare for someone to possess multiple hybrid traits. Ferret hybrids are quite rare as well. Tommy had escaped at age 10 and met Wilbur shortly after.

-Tubbo was also a lab kid and had escaped with Tommy when he was 11. His dad, Schlatt, had given him up to the lab thinking it would keep Tubbo safe. Tubbo, being a goat hybrid, wasn't put through much experiments, but he was kept alone for several long periods of time to see how it would affect the young lad.

-Tommy hates water with a burning passion, the only water he will willingly go into is Church Prime's holy water. The water makes him feel icky and reminds him of exile.

-Speaking of holy water, he's a religious guy. He goes to Church Prime regularly and prays everyday. Though, dying has made him start to doubt his faith and religion.

-Tommy has really long nails and takes really good care of them

-Tommy is missing one of his canines and the other one is really sharp. Two top and two bottom teeth are extremely sharp thanks to his Ferret and Racoon genes. Sharp teef, he has.

-Ranboo and Tubbo like to mess around with his ears. They're stood up and pointed but rounded out at the top and, in Ranboo and Tubbo's opinion, the cutest things in the fucking world.

-He has shoulder-length, maybe a bit longer, hair

-He'd listen to Amoeba by Clairo 100%

-Tubbo helps Tommy dye the white streak in his hair back to blonde. Tubbo knows how to do this shit because he dyes his hair blonde a lot. He used to have an ombre, then full blonde, and now only his bangs are blonde

-He likes strawberry shortcake and lemon cookies!

-He likes to paint his long nails but usually, Ranboo paints one set of nails and Tubbo paints the other. It's a cute sight to behold.

-He just wants everyone to get along and heal man thats all he wants

-"Tubbo! Ranboo! Look what I got for ya!"

[sageinacage]

that beginning part in tubbos vlog where tommy just towers infront of him got me thinkingggg ,,

summary: tommy figures out that towering over tubbo menacingly makes him flustered a/n: THE VLOG IS LITERALLY SO GOOD I WAS DYING WHEN JACK HAD THE WIG ON warnings: swearing w/c: 1.1k

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timestamps of tommy towering tubbo: 1, 2

“Promise you’ll pay for everything today!”

“Wh- no!”

Tommy huffed, broadening his shoulders and towering over the shorter boy, slowly striding towards him. Tubbo’s eyes widened before breaking into small nervous giggles, backing up as Tommy continued to walk to him.

They both broke out into laughter, Tommy dropping the act and going back to be distracted by all the things on the wall at the store. Tubbo shook his head, trying to ignore the butterflies that just exploded in his belly.

During the whole shopping trip, it was hard for Tubbo to concentrate with how teasy and playful Tommy was acting. It was fine until he started chasing him again at the clothes store. Tubbo was convinced Tommy knew what he was doing, and he was right.

No one knows Tubbo better than his own best friend, and both he and Tommy knew that. So what better way to bond is there instead of messing with your best friend? None. It’s the best.

“Stohop- stop chasing me! Tohommy!” Tubbo backed up as nervous laughter bubbled out through his pleads, Tommy staring at him and continuing to tower over his friend. “I hate you,” Tubbo grumbled when he turned around to back to what he was doing, earning an eyebrow raise from Tommy.

“Hmmm?” He hummed, crossing his arms. “I didn’t say anything!” Tubbo protested, the other just rolling his eyes.

It was around an hour later until they returned to Jack’s house to hang out. They decided to play Wii Sports because Tommy always got a little too competitive at Mario Kart. “Are you ready for some baseball, lads?” Tommy devilishly giggled, putting the strap of the remote around his wrist.

“Are you ready to lose, bitch boy?” Tubbo smiled, standing up to stand next to him. Jack just rolled his eyes, scrolling on his phone in the background on the couch. “BITCH- I’m cracked at Wii baseball!” Tommy retorted, looking at the screen.

It was around 10 minutes after the game ended, and Tubbo beat Tommy by a landslide. “HAHA! I mean I did ask you if you were ready to lose!” He snickered, dropping the remote on the coffee table.

Tommy muttered something, placing his remote next to Tubbo, and quickly broadening up again. “Not again- Tohohom!” Tubbo whined when he began to slowly chase him again. “Yes.” Is all Tommy said, going on his tippy toes to tower over his friend more.

“Oh no, the ‘Tower of Tommy’ has returned.” Jack joked, smiling at his statement as he scrolled on his phone. Tommy’s evil glare turned smugger as he liked that title, the ‘Tower of Tommy.’ He thought it suited what he was doing quite well.

“Yohou’re so scary- stohohap!” He laughed, tripping over a chair behind him and landing right into it. Tommy fought off his smile, towering over the chair that Tubbo was now cornered in. He immediately curled up and put his hands out to defend himself.

“You can’t protect yourself, Tubs!” Tommy laughed, before wrestling with his friend to try to get him to uncurl out of his little ball of protection. “Yehes I ca-HAHAHAN! NO!” Tubbo shrieked as Tommy’s fingers got past his ‘protection,’ poking and prodding near his lower ribs.

“You can? You sure, mate?” He sneered, reaching his other hand to the other side of his ribs to vibrate into the bones. “NAHAHahah! Tohohommy, yohou bihitch!” Tubbo squealed as the sensations tingled throughout his full ribcage, his laughter turning squeaky at the phantom tickles it brought.

“I’m not a bitch, you are!” Tommy grumbled, moving his fingers to skate over his tummy, earning surprised high-pitched giggles from the boy. “Nohot theheHEHEHRE!” Tubbo protested, hiding his red face into his hands as he shook his head. “Hmm, I like it here, so I think I will stay here.” Tommy sassed, chuckling as Tubbo let out a small whine in response.

“YOHOHOU SUHUHUCK!” Tubbo cackled, throwing his head back as he weakly pushed at Tommy’s mischievous hands. His hands found their way under his hoodie and started scribbling at the ticklish skin around his belly button. “NOOOOHEHEHAHAHHAHA- TOHOHOM!” He convulsed, kicking his legs in protest.

“What’s wroooong? Scared I’ll do… this?!” Tommy devilishly grinned before dipping his finger into Tubbo’s belly button, earning a high-pitched screech from the boy. “I’LL DIHIHIHIEEEE, PLEHEHEASE!” He begged, screaming as his best friend leaned his head down to plant a raspberry right over his belly button.

Eventually, Tommy sat up with an evil smile. “You’re so ticklish, Tubs! I wonder where else…” He thought out loud, before rapidly squeezing his hands down his waist and hips, to squeeze at his thighs. “n-OOHOHOHO-” His giggle fit was quick to start up again, trying to twist away from the tickles.

“Y’know, you could easily tell me to stop if you’d like me to stop, Tubbo!” Tommy reminded him, earning an angry whine and grumble of embarrassment from the boy. “Alright, sorry then! Jeez!” Tommy jested, squeezing down his thighs to the spot right above his knee.

Tubbo shrieked, shaking his head as the sensation was unbearable, hiccups escaping through his laughing fit. “HEHEHEH! TOHOHOMMY, YOHOU’RE *snort* TEHERRIBLE!” He projected, covering his red face as snorts also escaped.

“Awe, that was so cute!” He cooed, wiggling his nails under his knees to elicit more of his snorty giggles, mumbling compliments and praises to the point they’re almost incoherent, just because Tommy doesn’t want anyone to know he’s a big softie.

“YOHOHOU’RE SO BAHAHAD- *snort* NOOOHOHO!” He managed to get out between his snorts and laughter, covering his mouth and whining each time a snort comes out of him. “Clearly I’m great if you’re laughing this much!” Tommy laughed, easing his fingers and just barely tracing around his thighs.

Tubbo’s laughter also eased with his motions, squeaky giggles continuing to pour out of his mouth at the tingles his body still had after that. “You done bullying Tubbo, Tom?” Jack wheezed, looking up at the two. “For now.” Tommy smiled, hearing a small gasp from Tubbo.

“Fohor now?!” Tubbo hid his face again, already anticipating the future tickles. “You heard me, bitch!” He laughed, standing up and leaning an elbow over the top of the chair.

“I thihink I need to avehenge myself, though… care to help me, Jack?”

“Oh, you bet.”

“No- nonono, wait, waHAIT-”

[childishfluff]

Mister Nook- Little!Tommy/CG!Awesamdude (DSMP Agere)

Summary: 

When Tommy gets himself into trouble while regressed, and Sam has to be stern with him for the first time ever, and the new caregiver finds out some of the ways Tommy's past caretakers have affected him.

But everything turns out fine, because Mister Nook knows just how to cheer him up and exactly what to say to help him feel better. -- This is non-sexual, sfw age regression, dni if you're nsfw/abdl/ageplay/cgl/ect. If any of the creators included in this work say *anything* about being uncomfy with fan fiction/of agere content including them, I will take this down and/or modify it appropriately. If they have already said something that I'm unaware of, please let me know.

A/N: Okay so I wanted to write something cute bc the familial dynamic here?? is so?? cute?? anyways- also, here, tommy deals with anxiety/has a sort of panic attack, sorry I'm projecting onto c!tommy and no one can stop me. It's also really fluffy near the end, but I wanted to put the appropriate warnings. Warnings: Talk of slightly abusive past-cgs (only mentioned/you can see the after effects of it), little breaking down/having a short panic attack but Sam helps him through it, attempting to hide fidgeting (idk if that needs a warning?), and Tommy thinking badly about himself.

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His tear-filled eyes were casted down, staring at his own feet as he switched his weight between them, waiting to be yelled at by the adult man in front of him. He held his hands behind his back, attempting to hide the fact that he was fidgeting.

"You could've hurt yourself, Tommy," Sam spoke softly, crouching down to meet his height. "I need you to stick with me, and not climb anything, I don't know how many times I have to tell you." He sounded disappointed, but not quite mad. Tommy waited, expecting more scolding or punishment.

He had regressed while on a trip for supplies with Sam Nook (the teenager didn't need to know that it was just Sam acting for his sake), the creeper hybrid immediately offering to care for him. And Tommy, instead of being thankful for Sam's kindness, ignored every rule he set in place. No wandering off, no climbing things because 'you're just a kid and I don't want you to get hurt', he didn't listen to any of it.

Sam had been patient, too, stopping his collecting and calmly reminding the kid that he wasn't supposed to do that, before ruffling his hair or kissing his forehead and returning to his work. All of that, only for Tommy to immediately go back to the thing he wasn't supposed to do.

Tommy heart had dropped and melted into a pool of anxiety the moment Sam snapped in frustration and pulled him down from where he hung on a tree, telling him that he shouldn't try and climb when he's so small and clumsy. The moment Sam got to stern with him, Tommy was prepared for yelling and some sort of punishment.

A time out? Ten minutes of no-talking-time, no matter how emotional he was or how much comfort he needed? Maybe his stuffed animals would be taken away once they headed home, or possible his favorite toy would be banished to a cabinet he couldn't reach for a bit. Or he wouldn't be allowed to have his favorite dessert, chocolate chip cookies, for a little while. He didn't know, it was always a surprise with his past caregivers.

"M' sorry," Tommy mumbled, not looking up at him. He blinked away tears, sniffling already.

"Hey," Sam realized that he made him cry, frowning, "I'm sorry I snapped at you, Toms. I just got frustrated, no one's upset with you, or angry," he said, trying to get a glance at his face, only for Tommy to duck his head farther down. "Hey, hey, look up at me." he still spoke softly, calmly as ever, which only scared Tommy more.

It felt like he was watching a ticking bomb, and that Sam would hit a certain point and just burst, and the bomb explosion would bring the overly-harsh disciplinary behaviors he was used to.

He had broke the rules, where was the yelling?

Tommy felt fingers under his chin, gently guiding him to look up. He was a bit confused when he saw nothing but the face of a concerned friend. "Sorry, sorry, should've listened," he mumbled, backing away from Sam. "P'ease don' be mad."

"I'm not mad! Not at all," Sam didn't know how to help, or why the boy was so scared. All it took was him getting a little frustrated for Tommy to become an anxious mess, crying and begging for him not to be mad. What had his past caregivers done to make him expect anger so bad it made him cry, when he broke the rules?

He was simply a child being ordered to just follow an adult around with nothing to do while said adult worked, it wasn't fun and it should almost be expected for him to get into a little trouble, Sam knew that. That's why he was being so lenient and calm, trying to find ways to entertain Tommy as he worked, he was trying to be understanding. But apparently, past caregivers didn't think the same way.

"No, no, m' sorry," Tommy continued to fidget behind his back, still feeling the need to hide his anxious habit, not listening to Sam's attempts at reassuring him as he panicked. He finally finds an adult that cares about him, and he messes it up by being a brat (As Wilbur so kindly put it constantly back in Pogtopia)? Sam hated him, there's no way he didn't. He had messed up already and he hated himself for it.

"Come here," Sam ordered, opening his arms. "If you want to," he added, realizing that the boy might not want to hug him. He didn't know how else to comfort a crying child, though.

Tommy only stepped forward, wiping at his face and going quiet. Sam sighed, "Okay," he lowered his arms, figuring he wasn't getting anywhere with that. Plus, the creeper didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He'd just figure out another way to help him.

"What's wrong, Toms?" He wanted to figure this out, he just wanted to help him.

"When are you gonna yell at me, Mister Nook?" he tilted his head as he looked up at Sam with curious and innocent eyes, genuinely confused with the situation. Sam was still being nice to him, even though he wasn't being good. He didn't get it.

"Why would I yell at you?" Sam seemed confused, and all the more concerned.

"Cause I was bad," Tommy mumbled, dropping his hands to his sides when Sam seemed to noticed that his arms were moving.

Sam took a second to process the little's words, feeling anger bubble in his chest when he put together what that meant. He couched down a bit more, giving Tommy a serious look.

"Tommy, did your other caregivers yell when you broke the rules or got in trouble?" He questioned carefully, feeling himself get unreasonably angry as he thought about what his next interactions with Philza or Technoblade would look like. He pushed that aside, looking to Tommy. For now, he needed to focus on the regressor, and help him calm down. He had an anxious little to care for, he'd get revenge on the assholes that made him anxious at a later date.

\He watched as Tommy nodded nervously. "And yelling scares you?" he asked, sympathetic tone in his voice. Another nod, paired with Tommy looking down at his feet again, as if he was embarrassed. Sam lifted his chin again, "So, your old caregivers, they got mad at you when you misbehaved?"

He sounded shocked, like the behavior was unreasonable. Of course, it really was, but Tommy didn't quite understand that. He didn't deserve to be yelled at just because he wasn't perfectly behaved all the time. He didn't deserve to be treated this badly, especially when he was turning to his safe place.

Tommy nodded a bit, wiping a tear from under his eye, "Don' like it when people are mad at me. Makes me feel bad." he explained in his childlike voice. He was calming down a bit, listening to Sam's non-angry not-loud voice, almost ready to believe that he wasn't gonna be screamed at.

"Oh, sweet thing," Sam sighed, feeling his heart melt in his chest, "I'm never gonna get mad at you for breaking the rules, okay? I might get a little upset, or frustrated, but never mad, and I won't yell at you unless I absolutely have to, which I'm sure I won't." he explained. Tommy seemed to feel a bit better hearing that, slipping younger as he listened to Sam's calm and soft and reassuring voice.

"You sure? m' not in twouble?" Tommy fiddled with his hands behind his back again, a little sad that he did have any of his comfort items with him. All of his fidget toys and stuffed animals were tucked in a chest in his shack. He hadn't planned to regress today, so all that stuff was back at home.

"No, I don't like punishments anyway! Just try to listen better next time, okay? I'm also really sorry that I snapped at you." Sam held out his pinky, promising that Tommy was okay. Tommy took it in his own, seeming relieved when Sam didn't take back his words in any way. "We'll work on rules and rewards, and getting you to listen better, and how to deal with it when you don't without scaring you. We can talk about it when you're big."

Sam wasn't lying. He preferred the idea reinforcing positive behaviors and softly correcting negative ones, and only using simple, quick punishments that connected directly to whatever was done whenever they were really needed.

Sam ruffled his hair, glad that he wasn't crying anymore, happy he had found a way to comfort him without crossing any of his boundaries. Tommy leaned into the touch as he processed his words. "Rewards?" he seemed like an excited little puppy. Was he not rewarded for good behavior before? Did none of his previous caregivers know what positive reinforcement was?

"Yeah, if you're a good baby and follow the rules well, we can get you new toys and stuff. How does that sound?" Sam paused, thinking it over. "Actually, you can earn a reward if you stick by me and don't climb anything for the rest of the trip."

Tommy's eyes widened as he gasped, bouncing on his feet. "Really?"

"Yep!" Sam said, popping the 'p', "If you're on you're very best behavior, I'll pay Eret to make you a new stuffie, okay? It can be anything you want!" Sam spoke in an overly-excited voice, matching Tommy's 'excited toddler' energy. He'd rather a hyper little than an anxious one.

"Even even ev-" Tommy took a breath, his excitement causing him to stumble over his words, "Even a cow? Wanna a cow stuffie!"

"If that's what you want, I'll just have to ask Eret what she can do," Sam nodded, standing up straight. "C'mon kiddo, I'm gonna get the last of what we need so that we can head home."

Immediately, Tommy followed Sam, sticking by his side the rest of the trip. Not because he was scared of getting in trouble, but because he wanted his reward. He wanted to make 'Mister Nook' proud of him. That's what being a softer caregiver did, it made him want to behave.

Little did anyone know, a softer caregiver is exactly what he needed. Yelling didn't work, it only sent him into panic attacks and break downs. And Sam picked up on that quicker then any of his previous caregivers ever did.

Instead of wandering off and causing trouble, he fiddled with his hands (not behind his back, or because he was anxious, but because he was excited and hopeful) as he followed Sam around like a little helper, rambling on about whatever he wanted, temporarily forgetting about his previous tears or anxious thoughts as Sam was nothing but kind and gentle with him. Eventually they headed home, Sam offering to stay with Tommy for the night, not wanting him to be this little alone.

"Good job today, kiddo. I'll ask Eret about that cow stuffie when I see them next, yeah?" Tommy led Sam to his bedroom once the caregiver told him it was getting late and he wanted him to get to bed soon.

Tommy smiled, "I really did good?" he asked, looking up at Sam hopefully. "Be- beca-" he huffed, frustrated with himself for struggling with the word, "Cause' I tried really hard!" he eventually settled on shortening the word, a little shocked when Sam didn't try to correct him, or get annoyed because he 'wasn't speaking properly'.

"I know, sweetheart. And that's all I ask for, is that you try," Sam ruffled his hair. Just like earlier, Tommy leaned into the touch. After this, Sam lead him through the process of getting ready for bed, laying down with him when the little claimed he absolute needed to cuddle both the creeper hybrid and every single one of his stuffies.

"T'ank you, Mister Nook," Tommy mumbled, cuddling into his chest sleepily.

"For what, Toms?" Sam smiled at his use of 'Mister Nook', glad he found an endearing term he was comfortable with using. This was Sam's first time officially caring for Tommy, though he had agreed that he would when Tommy opened up about wanting to start regressing again a few weeks prior. He just didn't think it'd happen on a trip for supplies.

"Helpin' me when I was sad. Makin' me feel better," he explained his thought process the best he could in his childlike headspace, "Make me happy." He was obviously half asleep, but he was telling the truth. He meant every word he said, even if it didn't make complete sense.

Sam felt his heart warm as Tommy nuzzled his way further into Sam's chest, somehow cuddling even closer. Big Tommy would surely be embarrassed in response to this whole situation, but the new caregiver just found it adorable. "Awe, you're welcome, buddy. I'm glad I could help." he smiled softly, hold him close.

This kid just had him wrapped around his finger, huh? He came in, with his anxiety and trauma, obviously needing help, that Sam was quick to offer. And he was glad he did so, he wanted to do everything he could to help this annoying blonde kid, even if it'd be the end of him.

Tommy seemed to be getting closer and closer to falling asleep by the second, his eyes fluttering shut as he started to give up on staying awake. "Mhm, love yous Mister Nook." His voice was barely audible, mumbled out softly and quietly.

Sam was a little shocked when he processed his words, but he smiled wide, happy that the little cared about him too. He had grown to care about this kid, a lot, and in a very short amount of time. "I-i love you too, kiddo."

But Tommy was already fast asleep, safe in his caregivers arms as he dreamt of playful adventures and fun games, no worries in his mind about loud yelling or anxious tears. Because he was just a kid, and he shouldn't have to worry about those things.

And Sam wanted to do everything he could to help him live a fun and worry free life, the kind of one he'd see in his dreams. He just wanted to protect him. From overly harsh carers or anxiety, no matter what it took.

Because he was Little Tommy's 'Mister Nook'.

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A/N: I hope y'all liked that! if you're reading this, then you get some exciting news! I'm doing a joint writing project (a short, multi-part dsmp agere fic) that I should be posting the first chapter of soon! It's been really cool see our writing styles and headcannons clash as we work on this, and I really hope you guys like it! I am very excited about it!

anyways, please reply/reblog with/send asks with feedback on this chapter. Can you relate to Tommy? Do you like how I portrayed Tommy and Sam's new cglre dynamic? You can say literally anything, I still appreciate it. Criticism, your favorite scene or bit, or literally heart emojis to say 'hey! I enjoyed this but I'm awkward and this is how I show my support!!!'. 

And, feel free to request something, either in this universe, a completely different one, or one of my others. The worst that can happen is that I say no/take a while to get to it! have a good day, everyone! thanks for reading! 

[childrenofthenightt]

That’s The Way

Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: none, this is kind of an introductory/fluff chapter if you will :)

Story summary: Y/N Y/L/N, an ordinary seventeen-year-old girl, gets pulled into the world of rock and roll on a fateful night at the Marquee Club in London when she experiences the musical phenomenon of the Five Live Yardbirds. She grows up fast, navigating her way through the downfall of The Yardbirds, the legendary skyrocket of Led Zeppelin, era-defining decadence instigated by the ‘60s and ‘70s mindset of free love and personal gratification, and finding the courage to express how she fell deeply in love with one of modern music’s greatest guitarists.

Author’s notes (from Molly of rebel-without-a-zeppelin): Hi everyone! A little disclaimer on my part: this is the first story I’ve ever shared for public consumption. I’ve been toying with this idea in my mind for a very long time now, and I’ve finally mustered up the courage to share it with you all. I hope you like it. I am incredibly honored to collaborate with Syd on this project; this is truly our baby, as it has a very long, detailed, intricate plot, so saddle up for lots (and lots) of drama! This is also a sloooowwwww burn, like really, really slow lol. Over the course of the story, please feel free to send me your theories and comments; I would absolutely love to read them. Please enjoy, and happy reading!

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3 May 1965

The sound of a car horn beeped incessantly from the front of Y/N’s house. Dropping her backpack down on her bedroom floor with an annoyed huff, she sprinted down the steps. She never did get enough time to prepare, and it was no different today. With her friend Carolyn in tow, Y/N made a beeline for the front door, the click-clack of her Oxford shoes pounding across the hardwood floor. Y/N’s mum, who nonchalantly strolled out of the laundry room with an armful of freshly washed and folded bath towels, leant against the doorframe.

“Now remember Y/N: no drinking, no drugs, no sex. No going home with strange musician guys, nor are you allowed to go to their hotel,” her mum instructed calmly, knowing she’d receive an eye roll from the girl. Her stern expression at home on her gracefully-aged face, the girls receive the speech they get every time they go out.  “You too, C. Even though I’m not your mother, I still worry about your safety.”

Both Y/N’s mum and dad had a very protective instinct over their eldest daughter, just like their other three children. Even at Y/N’s healthy age of seventeen, she longed for the freedom and trust that her older brother had gained at her age.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Carolyn replied with a little laugh.

“Mum! This is literally the fourth time I’ve been to a Yardbirds gig, and nothing bad has happened,” Y/N huffed. Her mum raised her eyebrows.

Lillian, Y/N’s little sister, walked into the foyer and surprised Y/N with a big, tight hug around her waist. Y/N gasped at the sudden contact, but chuckled when she realized it was her younger sister, and reciprocated the hug.

“I don’t want you getting hurt, Y/N. Boys are icky. And stupid!” Lillian said in a whiny voice, her face muffled by being buried in Y/N’s stomach.

Y/N ruffled her sister’s muss of dirty blonde waves affectionately, rubbing her back to soothe her worries. “I promise, I will come back perfectly fine! I won’t let any boys mess with me, Lil,” Y/N said with a smile, “And when I come back, I’ll tell you everything that happened.”

Lillian gazed up at Y/N with a similar smile, her small teeth shining a bright, pearly white and her chin resting on the taller girl’s stomach. “Okay,” she said, content, before releasing from Y/N with a stuffed animal tucked under her arm.

“Where’s Charlie?” Y/N asked, hoping she could say goodbye to her younger brother before she left.

“I think he’s riding around the neighborhood on his bike with his friends,” Y/N’s mum replied with a shrug. Y/N felt a little disappointed, but she figured she’d talk to him tomorrow at breakfast about her night out.

Thomas, Y/N’s older brother, continued to honk the horn rather obnoxiously, growing quite impatient. It’s a wonder the neighbors weren’t at arms, knocking on their door. He was forced by his parents to be Y/N and Carolyn’s chauffeur to the Marquee Club in London.

“We have to go, or else Tommy will have my head,” Y/N said as she started to open the front door.

“Wait!” her mum said, sloppily placing the towels down on a nearby counter to dash to the door and give Y/N a hug and a kiss on the head goodbye. Finally pulling away her weathered hands flew to Y/N’s shoulders, and gripping them firmly, she continued, “Be good. Love you.”

“I know, I will. Love you too,” Y/N smiled, before dashing down the steps and to the passenger seat of the car. Carolyn was in quick pursuit, following her to the car and taking a seat in the back.

“It’s about time,” Tommy huffed impatiently, tapping his fingertips on the top of the steering wheel as he put the transmission into drive.

“Sorry. Mum was giving me and C a safety brief,” Y/N replied apologetically.

“Why are you two still in school uniforms?” he snorted, shifting to look over at the girls; their studious appearance of white oxford shirts, sweater vests, plaid kilts, white knee socks, and smart oxford shoes would be quite out of place among the audience at the show.

“No time to change, just like usual,” she replied, turning on the radio, soft melodies pouring out at a low volume.

The three drove in silence, except for the sound of the radio playing, until Carolyn had dozed off on the somewhat lengthy car ride. Occasional small talk between Y/N and her brother permeated the quiet that fell over the group, but it picked up when they were only a few blocks away from the venue.

“You gotta stay safe in there, Y/N,” Tommy said, looking straight ahead. His teeth clamped down sharply on his bottom lip: a dead giveaway to the nerves he must have been feeling.

“I know, Dad,” Y/N joked, punching him lightly across the shoulder. Her bright smile wavered and fell when she saw his grim expression.

“I’m serious, you know. I don’t want my sister being pestered by some wankers in a blues band.”

Y/N smirked at her brother’s sudden defensive behavior. “I can take care of myself. Trust me. This isn’t my first rodeo. You should’ve seen the first Yardbirds gig we went to. Utter chaos...” The tilt of her lips signalled that she was joking, and Tommy huffed out a laugh.

Carolyn, stretching with a grunt, had miraculously woken up just as Tommy pulled up to the front door of the Marquee. Glancing at the venue with awe dancing in their eyes, Y/N and Carolyn disembarked from the car, walking closer with the façade of calmness and competency.

“I’ll be back later to pick you girls up. Have fun, but not too much fun,” Tommy rolled his window down as he said this, winking playfully.

Y/N waved to her brother as Carolyn thanked him graciously for the ride. Arms linked, Y/N and Carolyn entered the famous Marquee. Nervousness and anticipation began to pool Y/N’s stomach as she was greeted by the decadent atmosphere of the club: the smell of smoke, alcohol, and sweat hung in the air as her eyes were flashed by many people mingling about, dressed in typical mod clothing. Y/N and her friend looked at each other, feeling like aliens in their intelligent dress. They tactfully made their way through the crowd as they found their way to their usual spot, a small leather-upholstered booth set against the wall near the stage.

“Today might be the day, Y/N,” Carolyn said as they settled into their seats.

“I don’t know,” she replied, smoothing out her skirt, “the idea of that is both scary and exciting to me at the same time. We’ll just roll with the punches, I guess.”

“Which Yardbird do you have your eye on?”

Y/N smirked as she thought for a moment. “Hmm...I’m not sure. I guess they’re all pretty cute in their own way. What about you?”

“Yes, I agree. But I must admit, I do have a very soft spot for Chris Dreja.”

“I’ll pray for ya, C,” Y/N chuckled.

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Meanwhile, backstage, five live Yardbirds were performing some pre-show rituals in the hopes of easing the preliminary anxiousness. Jeff, Keith, and Jim were peeking out the little sliver of curtain that allowed them to see their gathering audience.

“Look! It’s those two schoolgirls again!” Jeff pointed to the two teenage girls in school uniforms, chatting in their booth waiting for the show to begin. They were huddled together in conversation, legs daintily crossed as their faint giggles floated over to them. Jim couldn’t help but smile at the sound, though he recovered quickly, not wanting his bandmates to get any ideas.

“What’s wrong with that? They must like us,” Keith replied.

“I think they’re both really pretty, especially the one with the Y/H/C hair,” Jim pointed out, trying to be as subtle as possible.

“Yeah, maybe we should invite them backstage after the show… have a nice little chat,” Jeff winked at the singer and the drummer cheekily.

After taking a final glance at the two conversing girls, the three returned to the backstage area where Paul and Chris were. Jeff immediately enlisted Giorgio, their manager, to complete the agreed-upon mission. Jeff loosely draped an arm around Giorgio’s shoulder before bestowing the request as politely as possible. Not trying to be suspiciously polite, of course, because everyone in the band and its entourage were firsthand witnesses of Jeff’s temper and stubbornness. Yikes.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to do me a favor,” Jeff said to Giorgio with a mischievous smile.

Giorgio rolled his eyes, knowing this “favor” would have to do with scouting girls from the audience. “What d’ya need, Jeff?” he sighed exhaustedly.

“Don’t complain, please,” Jeff deadpanned. “There are two pretty birds in the audience, wearing their school uniforms. They’ve been coming to our shows for a little bit now, and they seem nice—”

“You want me to bring them backstage after the show?” Giorgio interrupted, somehow telepathically knowing, by routine, what the guitarist’s request would be.

“You finish that sentence like you know what I’m about to say.”

“That’s because I do, Mr. Beck,” Giorgio retorted sarcastically, “this happens a lot more often than you think it does.”

“Whatever,” Jeff grumbled moodily, knowing he was right, before walking back to the group of musicians in preparation.

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Y/N and Carolyn continued to gossip happily about what was happening at school, not a care in the world. They felt the stares of older men in the club, who silently disapproved of their knee socks being scrunched by their ankles, because that wasn’t the “proper” thing to do. But they didn’t care. Who are they to judge?

Every teacher scolded girls at school who did the same thing, because they didn’t want their long legs to be “tempting” or “distracting” any boys. A bloody nuisance, is what it is.

The girls were snapped from their thoughts by the sound of a heavy guitar tone being blasted through the speakers in an opening riff. Their eyes were stapled, almost transfixed to the stage as they took in the five sharply-dressed men in front of them, singing their songs and playing their instruments.

As much as Carolyn enjoyed The Yardbirds and music in general, Y/N had a rather deep connection to it, odd enough as it was. She could play the piano fairly well, so she understood where these musicians were coming from cognitively and creatively. From what she’d read in magazines about current popular musicians, like The Yardbirds for example, she liked the same music they did. Y/N understood dynamics, tempo, tone, key, and musical notation, just like they did. Perhaps she’d be able to get into an intelligent musical conversation with at least one of them one day.

Two straight hours of hits, obscure songs, and blues covers from The Yardbirds’ catalogue were played for the Marquee Club patrons, hypnotizing its drunk and high onlookers with polished musicality and instrumentation.

As the final song concluded, both Y/N and Carolyn, unbeknownst to the other, felt a sinking feeling of disappointment that fell like a pit in their stomachs. They wouldn’t have the chance to meet the band. No one from the entity had approached them yet, and momentarily the five live Yardbirds would be exiting the stage for the night.

After they said their goodbyes and thanks to the crowd, they disappeared behind the curtain. The main lights of the club brightened to signal that the show was over, as the voices of all the patrons raised in rave of the spectacular show they had just witnessed.

Discouraged, but still in light spirits at what they had just seen, Y/N and Carolyn stood up from their seat and headed for the front door. Y/N expected her brother to be waiting in front; it was late, so might as well not make him wait longer than he needs to.

Y/N and Carolyn were merely a few feet from the door when Y/N felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning around to see a man with a dark beard already baring a jovial tight-lipped grin at her, the girl was quite surprised, maybe a little weirded out, but she reciprocated the gesture as genuinely as she could.

“Hello sir, what can we do for you?” Y/N greeted, discreetly nudging Carolyn to help her out and become a united front with her in front of this stranger.

“Good evening ladies, I was sent by Mr. Jeff Beck to offer you an invitation backstage to hang out with the band.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped and her face broke out into an obvious mad blush, much to her dismay. She was internally screaming. The Jeff Beck had spotted them in the crowd?! This had to be a dream.  Wait, this could be a complete drunken buffoon trying to trick them. Y/N remembered what her mother had said, and took the proper precautionary measure.

Y/N smiled in the most composed way she could. “Thank you for such a gracious invitation! Could I ask your name, if you don’t mind?”

“Giorgio Gomelsky, manager of The Yardbirds,” he replied, in a seemingly proud manner.

Okay, this was real. Y/N knew that Giorgio was definitely the manager’s name. She turned to Carolyn, who looked just as excited as she was.

“What are your names, dears?” Giorgio asked, pulling them out of their daze of what seemed like a fake reality.

“I’m Carolyn, and this is my friend Y/N,” Carolyn piped up, excited that she finally got an opportunity to speak to someone close to The Yardbirds.

She internally agreed to let Y/N handle the “diplomacy” part of the introduction, knowing that she was best at that. Carolyn knew her friend was quite shy, so she knew to step in when Y/N was starting to feel anxious. She noticed Y/N starting to fiddle with her fingers while talking to Giorgio in the most collected way she could muster; as excited as Y/N was, Carolyn knew she was growing very nervous.

“Well, it is certainly lovely to meet you both. So, what do you say? Would you like to meet the lads?”

After one final glance of excited mutual agreement, Carolyn replied, “Yes, we’d love to.”

Giorgio led the pair of girls back the way they came, through a sea of inebriated people, but this time through the backstage door. Y/N made an appoint to walk behind Carolyn, in an attempt to collect and relax herself. She was starting to sweat a little, her stomach doing flips and her hands becoming cold and clammy.

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“Our guests should be arriving any minute now,” Jeff said as he was placing his guitar back in its case.

Chris was standing and chatting with Paul in a corner when he turned around in surprise at the news. “Guests? What guests?”

“We had Giorgio invite two girls from the audience to come back here,” Jim replied, walking over to sit down in a metal folding chair.

“And why weren't we made aware of this?” Paul asked, as he walked to get another metal folding chair to place near Jim.

“It was their idea,” Keith replied, pointing two fingers between Jeff and Jim. Paul and Chris just nodded in recognition.

“I didn’t hear you disagree, Relf,” Jeff clapped back. He then told Chris and Keith to get some chairs for themselves and the two girls that would be walking through the door at any second.

Before Keith could respond, a couple knocks resounded in the room, signalling the arrival of the guests. Jacket lapels and ties were quickly straightened, even though each person was still glazed with quickly-drying sweat from the show they had just played, before the room fell unnaturally quiet as Giorgio opened the rather squeaky door.

The initial tension in the room that lasted a split second could be cut with a knife. Y/N felt her heart pounding in her chest, a cold sweat already running down her back, as five pairs of eyes landed on her, Carolyn, and Giorgio, warm smiles following suit.

She felt like internally combusting.

“Boys, this is Y/N,” Giorgio broke the momentary silence by introducing her, “and Carolyn.” Y/N smiled shyly and sent them a little wave, a dusty shade of pink seeping its way to her cheeks. Carolyn’s greeting was much more exuberant than Y/N’s, as she took the initiative to go over and shake all of their hands amiably. Y/N realized she had to follow her friend in order to make a good first impression.

Knowing that the boys wanted to spend time with the girls without being chaperoned, Giorgio left the room to attend to other business affairs.

Upon first glance, Y/N was the most beautiful girl that four of the five Yardbirds had ever seen. Perfect features, long legs, a calm, gentle, sweet demeanor… Just an absolutely angelic young woman; a vision.

Jeff had obviously recognized her beauty, from seeing her at multiple shows, but he thought she was way out of his league. He decided to focus on getting her to laugh and relax around them, because he noticed just how nervous she looked. She was turning pale right in front of his very eyes! Paul and Chris began to internally question themselves, how have I not seen this girl before? She is so gorgeous! Jim had been glancing at her sporadically throughout the show, soaking up her faraway presence. He noticed how her eyes glistened in childlike wonder as she watched them do what they did best: perform the Chicago blues.

“Well, it is very nice to meet you both,” Keith replied enthusiastically. “I’m Keith,” he alluded to himself, then pointing to the other members of the group while giving their names, “and this is Chris, Paul, Jeff, and Jim.”

“I mean, we know who you guys are, but it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” Carolyn replied. Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Come and sit down! Make yourselves comfortable. We don’t bite,” Jeff joked, motioning to the open chairs. The girls smiled and accepted his invitation, Y/N taking a seat between Jeff Beck and Jim McCarty, while Carolyn took a seat between Keith Relf and Chris Dreja. The chairs were arranged in a circular formation, so each person could talk to the other with ease.

“Tell us about yourselves!” Paul initiated, “I think Y/N should go first though, because you haven’t said too much yet,” he laughed at the last part. Y/N giggled (a little too idiotically for her own liking), but she felt herself become starstruck at how her name sounded coming from one of their voices.

Y/N clenched her cold, clammy hands in her lap as a method to ease her anxiety before starting with a smile. “Well, I’m from Saint Albans. This is our fourth time, I believe, coming to see a Yardbirds gig. Carolyn and I came to see you with Eric Clapton once, and then this is the third time with Jeff.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic! I guess I see where your favor lies in terms of guitarists,” Jeff responded playfully.

“I guess you’re right,” Y/N laughed, “I will admit that I love what you’ve done with the body of work. Clapton was a blues purist, which I respect, and he’s great, but I think your playing is much more interesting and unorthodox.”

Paul, Jim, and Jeff all raised their eyebrows at Y/N’s comment. They were impressed with how she understood their musicality.

“Are you a musician?” Jim asked Y/N.

“Not in your sense of the word,” Y/N chuckled, “But I’ve been playing the piano for most of my life, so I understand music. Probably more than your average female audience member,” she added with a grin.

“That’s so cool! Are you classically trained, or is it just a hobby?”

“Classically trained,” Y/N admitted to Jim shyly.

“Oh wow, so you’re the real deal,” Jeff added.

“I’m not a professional, so I’d say no,” Y/N laughed.

“You probably know more about music than all five of us combined!” Paul said.

“Well, I know that you know much more about the blues than me!” Y/N answered playfully.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” Paul smiled at Y/N. She cursed herself in her mind for feeling weak at Paul’s simple sentiment, but tried to keep her composure as best she could.

The four of them, especially Jeff and Y/N, began to bond over their love for different musicians. Y/N expressed her love for Chet Atkins and his fingerpicking style, Scotty Moore’s lively soloing style, and Robert Johnson’s slide technique and open tunings, rendering the three men shocked at her knowledge on the subject. Y/N loved how easily Jeff could make her laugh, and how interested Paul and Jim were at whatever she had to say, significant or insignificant. Chris Dreja, who was in a little group with Keith and Carolyn, occasionally spaced out of his conversation to hear what Y/N had to say.

They bonded for about an hour and a half about everything and nothing, until Y/N abruptly realized that Tommy was probably waiting for a while outside for her and her friend. She apologized to the band profusely for such a sudden departure as she and Carolyn walked towards the door.

“Say you’ll come visit us again after the show?” Jeff called to Y/N as she turned towards him in the doorframe.

“Absolutely,” she smiled brightly.

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[protection-of-the-peaky-blinders]

A Peaky Christmas Day (Tommy x Reader)

Title: A Peaky Christmas Day Summary: Tommy asks you to spend Christmas Day with him. Tommy finds you wandering the snowy streets on Christmas Morning. Asks you to spend Christmas Day with him. Words: 3,372 | Part 1 of 2 Warnings: Trigger Warnings for mentions of Domestic Abuse, Alcohol abuse, Rape, Swearing, She/Her Pronouns Author’s Note: To the Anon that suggested this, I was already writing something similar so I hope you don’t mind me adding in some tragic backstory. Part 1 of 2. Part 2 more focused on Christmas Day Fluff. It’s my first Tommy Shelby Fanfic so if he’s out of character, I profusely apologise. 

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Christmas Day. Merry Christmas. 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦.

You couldn’t recall a time where Christmas was ever ‘merry’ for you. Your father was always drunk, using the excuse that he was drinking ‘Santa’s whisky since it’s Christmas after all’, and his drunkenness was often taken out on you. The more he drank, the worse it became for you. Which is why you prefer to stay home and ensure he has meals throughout the day, try and soak up some of the alcohol, and try and distract him from consuming too much, lest it become far worse than things thrown at you.

Christmas Eve had been the start of your problems. You weren’t aware your Dad had gone out drinking at the pub until he came home and gotten handsy with you. Luckily you were able to shoo him off with the excuse of you cooking dinner and he needed to take a shower. But this didn’t last as long as you hoped. You managed to get him to eat something but your night went downhill from there.

 Had you given Tommy Shelby permission from another time prior, your Father wouldn’t have lived to have seen Christmas Day. At the moment, you regretted protecting your Dad against the Peaky Blinder. For some reason, Tommy stepped down and respected your wishes. You were grateful. But you knew that Tommy knew your Dad can be extremely abusive when under the influence.

Christmas morning finally arrived and you were already exhausted. You hadn’t slept. Your Dad keeping you awake between his bouts of drunkenness. You had no safe spot in the house. Your bedroom, which should have been anyone’s general ‘safe spot’ was never respected by him as he quite often came barging in.

He finally passed out in the early morning and that’s when it became too much for you. Still in yesterday’s clothes, though severely crumpled and torn, you left the house in such a state that you blindly walked in the snow for hours. It was still dark, but the sun that was slowly rising had allowed enough light to dimly light the area in a dark blue hue.

 You walked and walked. You knew if you stopped and caught your breath, you’d break down like a mad person and you couldn’t do that. You’re not weak. You’re not. Your situation was complicated. You couldn’t leave. You couldn’t disrespect your Mother’s memory by leaving your Dad all on his own. He was still grieving the love of his life. Your Mother had only died a year prior. A few days before Christmas, actually. This year had marked the one-year anniversary. The wounds were still fresh. The first time Tommy found out your Father was abusing you, he wanted to pay your Father a visit. But you stepped in and explained the situation. At first Tommy wasn’t having it, but you begged him to respect the memory of your Mom; a good, kind-hearted, nurturing woman. When he saw you almost breakdown in tears, he stepped down; on the condition that if it gets out of hand, he will do something about it. “You’re protected by the Peaky Blinders now, love.” He had said as he took his cap off and placed it on your head. Far too large for you, but it had you smiling again. And in turn, made him smile softly.

 By 7:30 in the morning, the sun had peaked above the rooftop, though hidden behind clouds, it still left enough light to let you know that it’s now daylight. Snow was starting to fall ever so slightly and your h/c hair had lightly begun sprinkled with snow. You would have looked cute with your red nose and cheeks – had the circumstances been different. Your fingers were cold as ice, too, but it didn’t seem to bother you.

 -- As always, for Tommy, Business never stopped. Even on Christmas Day. Rising up early with the sun, and before anyone else awoke, Tommy got himself dressed and headed into town where he had a couple of matters to take care of at his office. His family might get annoyed at him but at least it won’t be bugging him throughout the day, playing at the back of his mind and making him irritable company. He almost lost track of time when he dropped his pen and sat back. Taking his pocket watch out from his vest pocket, he flicked it open anad read that it was nearing 8am. Better get a move on. By the time he gets home, the fire should be lit, half his guests should be waking up or arriving. (Some of his family chose to stay the night, others were going to arrive in the morning).

 Lighting a cigarette, he made his way out of his office and out of the building, immediately being greeted by snow. Snowing at Christmas was always magical. Or so many believed. It didn’t bother Tommy in the slightest. He wasn’t overly sentimental about Christmas, except for how it brought his family together as normal as they can be; no talk of business, no arguments. Just lots of laughter, chatter and loud teasing. The only person who’s ever cross as Christmas is Aunt Pol when she tells the brothers to settle down; John and Arthur being the rowdiest ones.

 Christmas Day was one of very few days where Tommy’s demons don’t weigh heavily on his shoulders, nor hauntingly appear in his eyes. Yes, he’s still quite reserved and prefers to quietly observe his family, but he smiles more and joins in the laughter.

 It wasn’t long before Tommy was in his car and driving away, wanting to get home before the snow got heavy. His drive home only last a few minutes as he drove out to the edge of town, only to slow down when he saw a woman stumbling on the side. Had it not been for the familiar hair, he would’ve thought it was just some whore who had a bit too much too drink. Clothes were crumpled and torn, hair falling out from the updo it must have been kept in; indicating a wild night no doubt. Such was not the case. Foot placed pressure on the brakes of the car as he carefully slowed it down to avoid skidding on the snow-covered road, ocean blue eyes squinted in concern before murmuring a soft “Fuck.” Under his breath when he realised who it was. The car creaked to a halt as he hastily placed the brakes on, turned the ignition off and swiftly climbed out. “Y/N?” he called out, as he walked over to you, head ducking a little trying to catch a glimpse of your face to give him full confirmation it was you. You stopped in your tracks when you heard your name being called by a familiar voice. It was comforting. Too comforting. Because the minute you stopped and looked up to see the clearly concerned look of Thomas Shelby walking over to you, you crumbled. Your features crumpled as distraught washed over you, and he made it in time to catch you against his chest as you cried. “Aright…” he murmured as he braced himself to catch your weight, “Alright, love. It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

Arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you firmly against him as your body trembled violently from each sob that tore from your chest. He’s never seen you cry. Never heard you cry. Never knew someone could cry as painfully as you. He didn’t need to ask too many questions about what happened. He knew getting an answer out of you now would be hopeless, so he’d wait until you calmed down a little more. But knowing your situation at home, and your dishevelled appearance, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. One hand left your back and curled in the locks of your h/c strands, the other hand remaining on your back and holding your protectively against him. Each sob that tore out from you had you struggling to breath, gasping between each cry. Being out in the cold climate probably didn’t help either, with the snow already starting to fall. “Shh…shh, shh… come on, hey, come on...” you heard him hushing you firmly. Probably to most people it might sound as though he was annoyed because of the tone of his voice, but you knew there was concern that filtered through that gravelly voice. “You’re safe now, eh? You’re safe.” Cold, ocean blue eyes glanced around as he held you; snowfall was beginning to cover things like a white blanket and he needed to get you out of the cold. A few people were still walking around in the distance behind them, but apart from that, it seemed like it was just you two being the daft ones still outside in the cold. Your painful cries tugging at his heartstrings, making him want to murder the fucking bastard that did this to you; family or not. The only thing stopping him from spreading more red at Christmas was you. There was no way in hell he could leave you in such a state. Your father can wait. But he WILL pay. Tommy will NOT let this slide. He continued to hold you until you calmed down, his patience with you was commendable, but it’s one thing you needed was patience and understanding. Your situation was … delicate. Fragile. He certainly didn’t want to fuck anything up with you. Except for your Dad. But that was a given. When your cries had quietened, you dared not look at him, knowing your face was a complete mess. You felt him let go of you, and for some reason you thought he was disgusted by you. Something you feared would always happen if a situation like this occurred; where you were painted dirty. A whimper of fear left your throat and you stumbled back in your footing. Letting you go, Tommy had quickly shrugged out of his jacket to place it over your shoulders, give you some warmth because it was hard to miss how frozen you felt against him. He missed the whimper that came from you, thinking it was just a noise of distraught and nothing more. The same with the stumbling of your footing, thinking it was your exhaustion creeping in. Not once did he ever consider your dirty or disgusting, the word ‘whore’, a word you feared you’d be seen as because of your Dad, never once occurred to him when he’s with you. Or thinking of you. Quickly draping the heavy coat around your shoulders, he was quick to wrap his around you again. “Y/N!” he murmured before his other came around you to hold you up in case you buckled completely. “I’ll take you back to mine, eh? Sit you by the fire and get you warmed up. And then we’ll talk.” “But it’s Christmas.” You murmured though your voice croaky from the distraught outburst you had only moments ago. “You’re spending Christmas with me. Alright?” It’s not like you had much of a choice in the matter. When Tommy formulates plans, he sticks to them. The only time he wavers is if you’re legitimately uncomfortable about it but that’s never been an issue with Tommy. “…but my Dad…” you asked, letting the question go only for Tommy to sternly answer back, “Will be dealt with. Let’s get out of the cold before you get sick. Come on.” Arms stayed around you, right arm draped around the middle of your back, left hand cupping your elbow as an added means of security. Tommy guided you back to his car, his own body acting as both a shield and grounding point for you. Your frozen hands clutched at the thick fabric of his coat and wrapped it shut against your chest, shivering beneath it when your body finally discovered the sense of warmth and you only begun to realise how cold you actually were. Opening the passenger door for you, Tommy waited a moment for you to climb in before closing it. Blue eyes surveyed the area once more, either for prying eyes, any signs of her Father, and also simply out of slightly paranoid habit. You let out a shaky sigh as you leaned back against the seat. Your legs flopping to the side as all the strength that kept you going suddenly left you. The exhaustion finally caught up and was threatening to pull you under, but you kept your eyes open. The coat didn’t help with the comfort it provided; warmth and smelling of smoke and cologne; Tommy’s signature scent. You jerked slightly as the driver’s door opened and Tommy sat down, slamming the door shut. He didn’t speak for a moment, eyes gazing straight ahead out the window. “He put his hands on you, didn’t he?” You licked your lips in nervousness, knowing there was no point in lying to him. He already knew the answer, just wanted the truth confirmed before he decided to carry out whatever plan he was currently formulating in his mind. “Tommy…” “Answer the question Y/N. Did he place his hands on you?” His voice was low. Calm. A hint of danger behind his voice but he kept it soft but firm for you. “…Yes…” you breathed quietly, Tommy already able to hear the tears in your voice. “Fuck.” He murmured beneath his breath as straightened himself up to start the car. “He did that too.” Your voice hitching as you admitted to the worst of what your Father did to you, making Tommy pause in his actions and drop his hands. He finally looked over at you to see you curled up, looking small and fragile. Tears already falling from your E/C orbs again, though you weren’t outwardly crying. Just seemed as though you didn’t even realise you were crying at all. His heart broke for the pain you’re in; this soft, beautiful woman, broken by a man she’s meant to trust and be loved by. His heart angered by the fact that he wanted to protect you, made a personal oath to protect you and had failed to do so. He didn’t even want to think what would have happened to you today had he not found you. “He will be dealt with, Y/N.” he repeated himself firmly, with authority. If you were going to argue against him, you would not win. His decision was final this time. Blue eyes bored into yours “I want to make that very clear.” You weren’t afraid of him, but you were afraid of what he’d do. But you knew your Father went too far. You had no fight left in you to protect or defend him. “…By order of the Peaky Blinders?” Grabbing his cap, he yanked it off and flopped it against your head, the way he did it during one of many moments that looked like you both were an official couple but at the same time, nothing had yet officiated it (by means of a kiss or something typical that officially seals a relationship). “By order of the Peaky Blinders.” He murmured back, pulling the cap down slightly to hide your face. Fuck. He’ll never forgive himself for not being there to protect you. But then, he’d have risked you never forgiving him if he broke his promise and acted on it sooner. It doesn’t matter. He can’t change the past. He’s got you now. Safe. By his side. Safest place for you to be. He’ll take you home, get you warmed up and settled in. Reintroduce you to the family since you’ve only met them briefly a few times before; Tommy wanting to keep you away from a lot of the shit that goes on, not wanting you to get caught up in it all. He’d call a family meeting at some point and give the order for tomorrow. It's boxing day after all, what better way to celebrate than by boxing the fucker’s head in eh?

 That was his plan. For the most part of today, he just wanted you to feel safe and comfortable, and to place a smile on your face. At least he’d be able to give you your Christmas present. Perhaps not in the way he imagined to present you with it since you’re in a fragile state and he dare not risk jeopardising anything. But at least he was able to do it on the day that mattered most.

 You didn’t bother adjust the cap that was a bit too big for your head. You hummed softly in response but nothing further was said from either of you. Tommy finally tore his eyes from yours and began to put the car into motion. It wasn’t too long before you were lulled to sleep by the leisurely motion of the car and the hum of the motor acting as white noise. With Tommy being silent and not conversing with you didn’t help, but certainly the lack of sleep you were currently suffering with was the key factor as to why you fell asleep within minutes. Tommy glanced over to you when he noticed you had gone quiet, no sound of sniffling or shaky little intakes of breaths. His concern was quelled when he realised you were asleep, and purposefully took the longer route home, slowing down over some of the bumpier paths to avoid waking you. It was the least he could do for you in your current state. Getting you home and warmed up was a priority, but he couldn’t recall a time he’s ever seen you asleep. You looked peaceful. Angelic. As if you didn’t suffer a horrendous ordeal that last throughout the night until the early hours of the morning. He didn’t want to break the peace you had with sleep, so he let you be as long as he could. You honestly felt like you had barely gotten any sleep when you were being shaken awake only seconds later (Tommy had managed to stretch the drive close to half an hour). In your disorientated state, your eyes snapped open and you immediately fought against the hands that were on you. Your whimpers being the first noise to come from you, only to be hushed by a gravelly voice, “Hey, hey, Y/N! Y/N! Its just me. Just Tommy. Yeah?” Between fighting him off, he managed to catch your wrists and hold them steady from attacking him, but when you came to your senses, eyes wide with fear and your chest rising with each breath, your hands went limp in his hold. “Tommy?” “Yeah.” “Oh god…” “It’s alright. Hey…look at me. It’s alright. Just me. You’re safe now. You’re safe.” Blue eyes never left yours as he waited for you to calm down. Letting go of your wrists, he pulled away just a little bit to give you space in case you needed it. He offered his hand for you to take in case you needed physical reassurance. He wasn’t sure how best to help you right now, so he wouldn’t be offended if you didn’t take his hand. But you did. “God, I’m so sorry.” You apologised once you found your voice and your bearings. Bringing your hand to his lips, he softly kissed the back of your hand, “Don’t be.”

He bit back words of anger hurled at your Father for making you feel this way, knowing it wouldn’t do you any good. You didn’t need to deal with Tommy’s anger.

 “Now come on, eh? Let’s get you inside. Warmed up by the fire. Cup of tea. Spend Christmas Day with me.”

Ocean blue eyes that held so much anger and danger, was staring at you with nothing but softness, adoration and a fierce protectiveness. He lifted the back of your hand to his lips and gave it another tender kiss, making your lips curl up into a smile. “That’s my girl.” It was the first time you smiled since he found you, and fuck how it made his heart flutter. Especially when you ducked your head in shyness but not before he spotted the hint of blush dusting your cheeks, making him chuckle ever so slightly. || Tag list: @captivatedbycillianmurphy