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jazzyoranges · 9 months

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader (r is also implied to be more masculine-leaning)

Summary: Tara rides you 🤷‍♀️ no Ghostface au

Words: 3.5k

A/n: the card game they play is called “do or drink” so if you don’t understand the rules here, search it up and it’ll probably make more sense

Warnings: G!P reader, explicit sex, unprotected sex (you pull out dw), blowjob, face fucking, Tara lowkey has a size kink, R has a praise kink lol, service top!R, power bottom!T (i think? idk positions that well)

MINORS DNI!!

Tara didn’t really feel like being at this party. Unfortunately for her, she was a victim of peer pressure by Mindy. The twin said something about “getting laid” and how Tara needed to “get some”, but in all honesty, she wasn’t actually listening

The party she was at was cowboy/southern-themed, and Tara opted to wear some plaid and a white crop top. Chad went fully cowboy, through. Tara said he looked like a dork, but his eyes were set on looking like someone from Red Dead Redemption. The brunette didn’t know how he did it, but Chad didn’t even look half bad. Tara swears he has a superpower at looking stupid and not stupid at the same time

Mindy on the other hand, did the least. The twin adorned a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with southern-ish accessories

Chad didn’t bother knocking or ringing the bell over the loud music, and he let himself, Mindy, and Tara into the house. There was a familiar smell in the house. Weed and alcohol absolutely flamed her nostrils, and she scrunched up her nose. When Tara’s eyes landed on you, she swore you were a goddess straight from Texas heaven

“Mindy.”

“I see her, Tara”

“Mindy.”

“No straight woman wears a wife beater. You’re in the clear”

In Tara’s favor, Chad yelled your name and waved you over

“Mindy, Tara, this is Y/N! She coached me back in Woodsboro. She’s also from Texas, so i invited her to show up all the fake cowboys like me” The football player slung an arm around your shoulder, and you held out your hand for the two girls to shake

“Nice to meet you two” Your accent was practically nonexistent, but certain words have you away. When your hand meets Tara’s, yours engulfs hers and she swears she can feel her heart beating in her throat

“Chad speaks well of y’all”

“Really? I’m surprised” Mindy laughs, but Tara is too busy sweating over you to engage in conversation

“I’m gonna introduce Y/N to the rest of our friend group, i’ll see you two around!”

“Have a good night, you two” You tip your hat with a wink, and follow after Chad

“So, wanna explain?” Mindy sends a knowing glance at Tara, a small smirk on her face

“Absolutely not.” The shorter girl makes her way into the kitchen, pouring herself a solo cup of whatever alcohol she can find. Tara chooses to ignore the burning sensation down her throat

“Nope, you’re going to talk right now. I didn’t even know you were into women like her”

“Neither did i, that’s the problem” Tara groans, covering her face with her hands

“What’s the plan?”

“There is no plan, Mindy. I don’t even know how to get close to her…” Eros or Aphrodite must’ve been listening real close because not a second later, she sees you being dragged around by Chad, rounding up a few people to play a drinking card game

“Tara! Mindy! Play drinking games with us? Ethan, Quinn, Y/N, Amber, Wes, Anika, Liv, a few other people and i are playing”

Mindy nods, and they follow you two to the living room, where all the aforementioned people were sitting. Some on the couch and some on the floor. You took your spot on the floor with Chad on your left, and Quinn on your right on the couch.

Chad clears his throat, and all eyes are on him. “Alright! Rules are simple. Everyone has to draw a white card, and do what it says. If you get a white card that says ‘Draw’, you have to get a black card and either do what it says, or drink however much it tells you. Make sense?”

The group nods, and small discussions are made between people. Tara is seated between Mindy, who’s talking to Anika, and Ethan, who’s talking to Chad

“Since i’m the one that wanted to play, i will graciously go first” Chad pulls his white card, and his face lights up. “War! Challenge another player to an arm wrestle. The loser must drink”

The twin gets up, and he points straight at your forehead. “Y/N! This cowboy challenges you in a duel of our arms!”

“How could i say no. I agree to your challenge, my good sir” You shake hands, and make your way to the coffee table in the middle of the room. Tara is on your right, and you give her a perfect view of your bicep

“You look nervous, Chad. Are you afraid?”

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Therefore, the student always wins” he smiles at you, and your competitive side starts to bubble up

“When i win, i’ll make sure to spoon feed you your own words” readjusting your grip on Chad’s hand, Ethan makes his way over to be the referee

“Three…”

Tara notices your concentrated face, and how you bite your lip in anticipation

“Two…”

You adjust your grip once again, and Tara wonders what else your hands can do

“One!” Ethan lets go of yours and Chad’s attached hands, and they both stay in place. Tara can tell you two were pretty evenly matched

“C’mon, Y/N! Gag him!” Mindy cheers for you

“Don’t listen to her, babe. You got this!” Liv cheers for Chad

“Show him up, Y/N! You’ve got it” Tara cheers with a smile on her face, and you momentarily stop pushing before you catch yourself

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Losing already?”

“We’ll see” When you hear Tara say your name again, a new urge to win rushes through your body. In one swift motion, Chad’s hand meets the table, and those who were supporting you cheer

“What did you say about the student always winning?” You say with a wide grin on your face, and you kiss your arm in a show of ego

“That was a fluke! I want a rematch!” The twin says playfully

“Like you wouldn’t just lose again”

“Whatever, it’s your turn to draw”

You pick up a card, and you laugh to yourself. “Vote! On the count of three, everyone points to the person they think has had sex in the most interesting spot. The player with the most votes must confess their sex spot and take a drink”

“Alright! Three, two, one!” You count down, and mostly everyone is mostly pointing at Quinn

“Geez, what do you guys think of me?” She takes a sip of her drink. “And my most interesting spot was under the bleachers during his football practice”

This goes on until it’s Tara’s turn. Amber got an “All brunettes must drink” card, Anika got to be Simon in Simon Says (which Tara had to drink for losing first), and Mindy drew a card that made all of the single people drink. Luckily for Tara, you drank when Mindy pulled her card

“Your turn, Tara! What’ll you get?” Chad quickly made himself the keeper of cards, sitting in the middle as you sat on the couch in his place. Tara leans over, and she takes a card from Chad. Revealing her card, she see’s it says to draw

“Our very first ‘Draw’ card! I wonder what it’ll be” Chad grins, and Tara pulls a black card from the deck

“Spin a bottle. Whoever it lands on, sit on their lap for the next 2 rounds or both must drink four times”

Oohs are exchanged throughout the group, and Tara rolls her eyes in embarrassment. Less than a second later, Chad hands Tara an empty beer bottle. The twin takes his spot somewhere in the circle, and the brunette spins the bottle

“I’ll pray it lands on her” Mindy playfully nudges her shoulder, and Tara blushes. Neither of you knew it, but both you and the brunette hoped the bottle ended up pointing at you. It went around once, twice, three times

Slowly passing by the person to your right, the bottle points straight at you and you swear time stops for a second. Tara meets your eyes, and you swear she’s blushing when Mindy shoves her towards you

Tara awkwardly sits on your lap, moving to find a comfortable spot

You place a reassuring hand on her hip. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? If you’re uncomfortable, nobody is gonna judge you” Tara can feel your hand leave her side, and the smaller girl has to physically stop herself from letting out a whine of frustration

“I’m not uncomfortable. I just… need to adjust.” The brunette not-so-accidentally grinds her hips against yours, and she swears she hears you let out a tiny groan

It’s Wes’ turn next, but Tara can’t focus as she gropes around the couch for your hands. The alcohol in her system takes over when she leans back into you, and makes you wrap your arms around her torso. You happily oblige

“You having a good night, so far?”

Tara decides to be bold. “It’s definitely better in your lap”

Despite your semi-hard cock uncomfortably rubbing against your jeans, you try your best to learn more about Tara. Asking how her day was, what she’s majoring in, if she has any family; all while the brunette causes more friction by slowly rubbing her ass on your crotch. You have to suppress many moans as she not-so-casually grinds on you

Tara learns that you used to work on a family farm in Texas, but moved to California for college. You told her about the animals, the pumpkin patches, and looking up at the stars with your siblings

Not even noticing it’s your turn again, Chad has to remind you to draw a card. You instantly miss Tara’s heat when she crawls off your lap so you can draw a card. The game goes on for the next hour or so, and you can barely remember what you had to do after all the drinks you’ve had

You end up having to quit the game halfway through when you refuse to send a nude photo of yourself to a random number or take a drink. Tara’s card no longer applies very early on, but she actively decides to sit in your lap for the rest of the game

Amber kicks out the rest of the party-goers around 1 am, and you’ve been tasked to drive Tara and Mindy home. Somehow you’re the least drunk. Since Chad was their ride and he’s off somewhere making out with Liv, you so graciously offered to drive them home.

The ride to Mindy’s house was quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. You tapped on the steering wheel to the soft music, Mindy was half asleep, and Tara was discreetly trying to look at you from the passenger seat. You dropped Mindy off at her place, and now you were on your way to Tara’s house. The moonlight was hitting your eyes in the right way, causing them to sparkle the tiniest bit Tara had a little staring problem

“Do i have something on my face?”

“Do you want to stay over at my place?” The brunette blurts out, instantly regretting her words. “I mean- uh, if you want…”

“Sure, i’d like to stay over. I’m pretty sure i have some extra clothes in here, anyway. Any scary dogs i should beware of?”

“Does my sister count?”

“Only if she bites” This earns a laugh from Tara, and you mentally pat yourself on the back

“Definitely beware of her. She’s staying at her boyfriends place tonight, so you’re good”

“Noted” You pull into the Carpenters driveway, and both of you get out. Grabbing an extra hoodie, shirt, and shorts, you follow Tara into her house

“Bathroom is on the left. Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, you can pick”

“You’re gonna wish you never said that. Let’s watch The Babadook”

“Seriously? Dude, i used to jump like six feet in the air when the floor boards creaked in the barn”

“You’ll live” Rolling your eyes at her words, you made your way to her bathroom to change. You made sure to freshen up, even though you two were just watching a movie. The smell of buttered popcorn filled your lungs and you could faintly hear the popping kernels

When you leave her bathroom, Tara’s already changed into something more comfortable

“Do we have to watch something scary? Can’t we watch a sitcom or something?”

“Listen, you let me decide but we don’t have to if you don’t wanna” Tara finds her seat on the couch, your shoulders touching when she sits down the bowl of popcorn between you two

“But i will think you’re a pussy”

“The Babadook it is” You click play on the remote, and Tara lays her head on your shoulder. She barely pays attention to the movie, considering she’s seen it far too many times. Instead, the brunette opts to watch you and all of your reactions. You’ve raised the blanket up under your nose and leaned into Tara about 20 times, and the movie is just about halfway through

Every now and again you’d flinch in anticipation, and Tara would rub your thigh in support. You don’t know if your heart is beating due to the movie, or due to Tara practically being on top of you for the second time this night

When the movie ends and the credits roll, you can only stare at the black screen and Tara lets out a laugh

“So, what do you think?”

“I don’t think i’ll be able to sleep tonight, Tara”

“You’ll be okay” The brunette pats your cheek

“Can we watch something lighter? Like My Little Pony?”

“Of course you were a horse girl”

“Actually i was an Equestria Girls girl, thank you” You huff

“Tomato, potato, they were all ponies” Tara rolls her eyes, and smiles “I think i have another horror movie you’ll like. Well, it’s technically a trilogy”

“Absolutely not! I’d like to be able to close my eyes tonight and not hallucinate a monster leaning over me”

“There’s a scene where two girls kiss”

“…Fine.”

An hour in, the two main girls are making out in their bras, and you’re staring quite intensely at the scene. Something in the room shifts, and all of a sudden you start to feel hotter. Tara goes from rubbing your thigh to slowly dragging her hand to your crotch, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Your breath hitches when she starts to rub your clothed cock

“A-Are we about to do the thing?” You say unsure, but the brunette is already pulling you off the couch and leading you to her room

Before you know what’s happening, Tara is guiding you into her bedroom and pushing you up against a wall. Her kisses are hungry and fast, wanting to taste every part of you. When she starts to fiddle with your shorts, you let out a small laugh at how she huffs in frustration

“Take it off, already.”

“Someone’s needy” You tease

“I’ve been eye fucking you all night. I’m not waiting any longer. I had to drag you here myself”

“I didn’t know if i was reading your signals wrong…” You mumble, and Tara hates how adorable you look. God why were you cute and hot at the same time

“I was grinding on you the entirety of those two rounds at the party”

“You said you were adjusting! I thought my lap was uncomfortable!”

“I hate how the oblivious ones are always the hottest.” Tara finally manages to pull down your shorts through shaky hands, and she feels her mouth water when she sees the small tent in your underwear

“Spider-man boxers?” the shorter girl quirks an eyebrow at you

“I didn’t think i’d have sex tonight” You suck in a breath when Tara starts to rub your cock through your boxers

“Really? You didn’t think you’d get laid tonight looking like this” Tara motions to your entire body with her non-busy hand. “Maybe i should show you how pretty you are. Do you want that, baby?” The brunette squeezes your cock; and you nod, not trusting your voice to do anything but moan

As she gets on her knees, Tara pulls down your boxers just enough to reveal your hardened dick

“Jesus, you’re big…” The brunette says to herself, but you can feel your ego boost at her words. Tara starts to lick the veins on your shaft, and you can feel her massaging your balls. Your cock is drooling pre-cum when Tara kisses your tip, and you let out a breathy moan

“Please, Tara…”

“Tell me what you want, baby”

“Please let me fuck your mouth”

“Let me adjust to your size first. I’ll let you know when you can start, does that sound good?”

“A-Anything you want”

“You’re cute.” Tara kisses your tip again before taking it into her mouth, eliciting a moan from your throat. She swirls her tongue in a way that drives your crazy. Her hands make their way around your thighs, and Tara squeezes your ass as she takes half your cock into her mouth. The brunette squeezes your balls and you hear her gag as her nose meets your lower abdomen. The sight of Tara deepthroating your cock almost makes you cum

“Fuck.” You breathe out. You try backing away to give Tara a little room to breathe but she just ends up making you thrust into her mouth, making her gag. You pull her face away from your cock not wanting her to choke, and the shorter girl wipes a little drool off her chin

“Why’d you do that?” Tara asks, a little annoyed

“I didn’t want you to run out of breath. Your eyes were watering”

“It’s nice how much you care about me. I can assure you i can handle your cock, baby. It helps you taste good”

“If it ever gets too much or becomes uncomfortable, squeeze my hand” You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tara’s heart flutters at how soft you’re being despite the situation

“I promise i’ll let you know if it starts to become too much, baby” The brunette kisses your tip once again and dives right back into sucking your dick. When you look down and she gives you a small nod, your hands tangle in her hair. You start off with small thrusts, slowly going faster as Tara gets used to your size

“F-Fuck you’re amazing” Your balls slap against her chin, and Tara almost cums at how dirty it feels having you fuck her throat like a fleshlight

“Shit, i’m gonna cum, Tara…” You moan, and the brunette gives you a pleading look. You can only assume it means ‘Please cum down my throat’, so that’s exactly what you do. You release your load in her mouth with a groan, and Tara happily swallows all of it down. When she pulls away from your cock, you use your thumb to wipe away the leftover cum on her chin. Tara takes your thumb in her mouth, and licks away the rest of your semen

She gets off her knees, and gets up to pull you into another searing kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and you moan into her mouth at the flavor

“Jesus, you’re still hard?”

“I have the stamina of a stallion” You shrug, feigning a big ego

“Oh, yeah? How about i ride you and we’ll see if you can handle it”

“You have such a beautiful way with words”

“I’d be mad about the teasing of you weren’t cute. Hurry up and get naked, already”

“Yes ma’am” Barely a second passes before Tara’s lips are on yours. In a flurry of heat, both of your clothes end up strewn about her bedroom. Tara pushes you onto her bed. She straddles your lap and kisses you with a new wave of confidence and fervor. When the brunette urges you to lay back, you have to actively keep your jaw closed at the sight of Tara. Unfortunately for you, she notices your staring

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer”

“Can i really?”

“Mm… maybe next time”

Your face lights up. “Next time?”

“After you take me on a date first. We can talk about the specifics later” Tara softly kisses the bridge of your nose, making you close your eyes and blush

“Right now, i want you in me.” The brunette on top of you lines up your tip with her pussy, slowly sinking down your shaft

“Fuck,” Tara takes the rest of your cock in her, and you massage her hips when you can feel her squeezing around you “You feel so good, baby”

Noticing how you moan at her praise, Tara takes note of this. She starts to move up and down, and the feeling of her around you earns a whimper from your throat. Moans are exchanged as Tara starts to ride you faster, constantly increasing her pace

“I’m close, Tar” You breathe out, letting her nickname slip through your lips

“Fuck i am too, baby. You’re so big” Her words are reinforced as she starts to tighten around your cock, and you have to use all your strength to pull out. You ejaculate your cum all over your stomach, and so does Tara. When you both come down from your high, the brunette notices how you’re still somehow hard

“Round two?”

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A/n pt.2: cookie if you can guess the second movie they watch

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #sam carpenter #scream #anika kayoko #scream 6 #amber freeman #quinn bailey #ethan landry

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stobinesque · 1 year

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talking could, if we'd just dare (you know that i'll forgive you), pt. 1

@steddie-week day 6: misunderstandings / "You Lookin' at Me Lookin' at You" by Ozzy Osbourne | ~5.5k words | G or T inspired by this post from @inklessletter!

If Eddie was being honest, he’d never actually paid that much attention to Steve Harrington. Sure, it was impossible not to know of him. But for most of his life it had simply been…unimportant, to know about the various goings on of the Class of ‘85’s royal court. Harrington was rich, a bit of a bitch, and kept company with other rich bitches, and so Eddie neatly categorized him with all the other pretty, rich jocks, and went about his day. Life was easier when there was an order to such things. Keep the smalltown, upper-middle class heroes to one side, and the freaks and degenerates to the other, and everyone could live in an uneasy sort of harmony until they walked the stage and left this rathole behind.

Of course, repeating senior year thrice had put a wrench in that plan.

Meanwhile, Dustin Henderson had thrown the whole damn toolbox into the whole not-paying-attention-to-one-Steven-MiddleName-Harrington plan.

And whatever the fuck was going on now had just blown everything out of the water.

(Or into the water, as the case may be—except the freaky parallel hellscape they’d all dove into seemed to be utterly devoid of the substance, so maybe the original metaphor worked just fine.)

So now he had to contend with the fact that Steve Harrington was a) a pretty nice dude to recent victims of smalltown witch-hunts who had just been thrust into what was apparently a years-long government conspiracy involving monsters and mind-controlling wizards, b) a bit of a dork, c) friends with a whole bunch of dorks, most of whom were four or five years younger than him, d) admirably—though perhaps self-destructively—protective of said dorks, e) just as much of a badass as Henderson claimed, and, most distressingly: f) extremely hot while doing so.

The being a protective badass part, not all the other ones.

(The other parts Eddie was retroactively filing under “adorable,” and “cute.”)

The expression Steve got on his face when Eddie lobbed his battle vest at him was also priceless, so at that point Eddie figured, fuck it. What did he have to lose from some harmless flirting? The chances of him making it out the other side of this both alive and un-incarcerated were dwindling by the second, and it’s not like he ran any risk of things going anywhere. (Harrington might be a good dude, and alternate dimensions and monsters and superpowers apparently existed, but Steve Harrington being anything other than a straight man with Traditional American Values™ strained credulity—and the Munson Doctrine—far past any acceptable limit.)

After all, if there was one thing that Eddie had actually learned from D&D, it was that a little bit of flirting and fun could take the sting out of any TPK.

🦇🦇🦇

If Steve was being honest with himself—which he’d been making a concerted effort to try to do since fall of ‘84—he could admit that his…jealousy…of Munson predated Dustin joining Hellfire. His whole climbing-on-cafeteria-tables schtick was kind of obnoxious, sure. But up until he’d wound up flunking his first try at senior year, Eddie'd had this sort of dorky-but-cool aura that Steve wished he was apathetic enough about other people’s opinions to achieve.

For a man who seemed to genuinely believe he was a coward, Eddie Munson was so…loudly and unapologetically himself. In Hawkins, Indiana—a place that quite literally wanted to kill him for how much of a freak he was. And, sure, some of that came down to the whole wanted-for-murder thing. But the man had also spent the better part of the past twelve hours flirting with a former jock—whom Eddie himself admitted to thinking was a douche up until a couple days ago!—so Steve had the sneaking suspicion that there was probably a corner of the town that already had it out for Munson long before Chrissy Cunningham’s body was found in his trailer.

And it wasn’t that Steve wanted to get into metal, or that Dragons game, or start wearing hand-printed t-shirts and attaching his wallet to a chain. He just wished that even after all the years of monsters, and government threats, and Russian torture, he didn’t still feel the need to hold himself to standards set by other people.

If anyone was a coward, it was Steve.

And there was something kind of…nice—reassuring, even—about the fact that Eddie seemed to feel the same way—but in reverse—about him. Like together maybe they could take the bravest parts of the other and make them their own.

And underneath it all, Steve could admit, was the fact that Eddie was…pretty.

So. Steve was having a bit of a crisis

“Robin, I’m having a crisis.”

“We’re all having a crisis, dingus,” she shot back, slapping at his shoulder with the back of her hand.

“No— no, not that.” Steve started emptying one of the bottles of vodka they’d procured into the half-dead grass. “I’m talking about the whole—” Steve waved a hand over towards where Eddie and Dustin were horsing around. “The Eddie thing.”

“Oh, you mean the fact that he’s been blatantly flirting with you since you got eaten by bats?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yes, Robin, I’m talking about the blatant flirting.”

“And…why is that causing a crisis?”

Steve fish-mouthed at her. “B-because…” He leaned forward with a finger held aloft, ready to waggle it in her face. He paused. Frowned. “Well, because…” Steve threw up his hands. “I don’t know! A few days ago the man thought I was a douche. Literally just yesterday he was, like, hot-and-cold trying to throw me at Nancy, while also ogling my chest hair, and now he’s calling me ‘big boy’ and trying to get into my personal space? It doesn’t make sense, Robin!”

“Welcome to the club, buddy.” She raised her brows at him pointedly. And, yeah, that was fair, he guessed.

“And,” He started again, “And– I’ve also got Henderson insisting that I win Nancy back—he does seem to have finally dropped the whole are-you-secretly-dating-Robin thing, though, which—”

“Oh, thank god.”

“Yeah. But, on top of that Nancy has also been making eyes at me, but she’s still with Jonathan so I don’t know what to do about that. And it’s all just a mess, Robs! I’m a mess.”

“Yeah, well, that’s been true for ages, Stevie.”

“Thanks, Robin. That’s very helpful.”

“What? I’m just saying, if you’re going to tell me that I’ve got to ‘be myself,’ and put myself out on a limb with Vickie, while you’re out gallivanting with Helen or Jackie or whoever—”

“Heidi—”

“Whatever.” Robin waved her hand dismissively. “My point is: you keep throwing yourself at all of these girls who only know the old you—even if you’re trying to give them the new-and-improved model—and you haven’t even tried to go after a guy, and I think we both know why. And now you’ve hit the jackpot of what every tragic gay teenager in smalltown America can only dream of: you’ve got someone blatantly, and undeniably into you, who you also like back, and you’re telling me that you’re having a crisis? Need I remind you of the tableau we were treated to back at The War Zone?”

Steve sighed. “I know, Robs. You’re right.” Steve jammed a funnel into the neck of the bottle he was working on, and the two of them kept building molotov cocktails in the dying evening light, as Steve tried to reassure Robin that she still had a chance with Vickie—which she did, and Robin took his mind off his own impending disaster. But, if Steve had even a shadow of a chance of getting to hook up with a guy, Robin deserved to have a romance of her own. As much as Robin was afraid to see it, Steve was pretty sure he recognized that conflicted look Vickie’d had in her eyes when she’d spotted Robin in the store. There was something there, he was sure of it.

But maybe Vickie was like him. Maybe she’d only just learned this new thing about herself. Robin—and presumably Eddie—had had at least a couple of years to sit with this knowledge about themselves and come to terms with it. But for Steve (and Vickie?) it was still so scarily and terribly new. With girls, Steve knew how to play the field. He knew what was expected of him—what role he had to fill. But with Eddie a guy, all the rules went out the window; all of his scripts: useless. He’d have to start from scratch, and build something completely different from anything he’d been taught to want or expect before.

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, though. Because Robin was right: they had more important things—end-of-the-world shaped things—to worry about. His love life could wait. Eddie could wait.

They all just needed to make it out of there alive.

🎸🎸🎸

Eddie survived.

They won.

Eddie survived, and so did everyone else, and they won.

Eddie kept repeating it to himself, because he couldn’t quite believe it.

He couldn’t make heads or tails of the fact that in the end running away was exactly what he needed to do to make sure they all made it out in one piece—more or less.

He’d walked right out of hell with nothing more to show for it than a few scratches up his sides, and a ring of bruises ‘round his neck. In the end, Steve was the only person other than Red who needed a hospital stay of any kind, because what would have been manageable wounds on day one, had become life-threatening after days of infection and improper care.

A future in a state penitentiary also seemed to be out of the cards. There was probably nothing any of them could say or do to convince the general Hawkins populace of his innocence, but Dr. Owens and his ilk had crafted a cover story believable enough to win over Powell and Callahan, at least. More to the point, though: all charges had officially been dropped, and the case was closed.

Now there was just the mortifying process of figuring out how to move on. Or at least forward.

That was the part you didn’t see in movies. No one showed the recovery. Because what was so interesting about watching someone pull their life and body back together? As though healing wasn’t just as much a part of the story as the falling apart.

Eddie wasn't ashamed to admit that it was driving him a bit mad. Because these kids all seemed to be seasoned veterans at it. They hadn't just snapped back to their relatively-easy-going-but-bitchy baselines by any means—Lucas and Dustin especially seemed incredibly subdued in response to the extent of Max's and Steve's injuries, respectively—but they moved around one another with a care and familiarity that spoke to years of experience.

“How did you do this?” Eddie scrubbed a hand through his hair, yanking at the roots. He and Robin were posted by Steve's bedside—he still spent most of his days semi- to unconscious. And while Eddie didn’t necessarily think it made a whole lot of sense for him to be spending more time at Steve’s bedside than the kids did, Robin was only ever dragged away from him kicking and screaming, and as the newest member of the apocalypse posse above the age of twelve, he was in desperate need of her guidance.

“How’d I do what?” Her typically-raspy voice sounded paper thin, and there were deep, dark circles under both eyes.

“I don’t know—!” Eddie flapped a frantic hand around, like he could manifest words and meaning into being. Something about it made the corners of Robin’s mouth twitch up. “Any of it? You–you dealt with a flesh monster, apparently, and you’re just...walking around on two feet, probably ready to graduate—which is more than I could guarantee for myself—”

“Hey, you will—”

“Not the point, Buckley! The point is, up until this new bout of freaky shit popped into existence, you seemed like you were walking around Hawkins without a care in the world. So how’d you do it? What’s your secret?”

Robin scoffed. “If you think I was walking around without being terrified every day, you either weren’t paying attention, or you’re a lot less smart than I gave you credit for, Munson.”

Eddie grimaced. “Sorry, sorry. That’s not what I meant, I just…you seem like you managed to pull yourself back together—whereas I feel seconds away from total collapse.”

“Yeah, that’s not just a you thing.” Robin twisted one of her rings around her finger. “But you wanna know what kept me upright? It was Steve. I don’t think I would have made it through the last eight months without him. And I know he’s gonna be alright, but I am still terrified that something will happen and he’ll get ripped away from me.”

Eddie frowned. He didn’t think he’d been picking up on those kinds of vibes between Harrington and Buckley, but the way she spoke about him… “Are the two of you, like, a thing?”

Robin barked out a laugh. “No! Not at all. I mean, he is the most important person in my life, and I would both kill and die for him. But, like, in a normal, platonic way.”

“...I’ll take you at your word for the ‘platonic’ part, but there is absolutely nothing normal about what you just said. You two are freaky for each other.”

Robin giggle-snorted, and it scrunched her nose up in a way that filled Eddie with warmth. Despite everything about his…everything, he’d never been short on friends—but it always felt nice to find another one. “Yeah, yeah I guess we are.”

“Mmm…Bobbie? ‘Zat you?” The beeping of Steve’s heart monitor picked up a little speed, and the man in question’s eyelids fluttered open. Robin immediately unraveled from the folded-up position she’d adopted in the hospital chair, and reached out to take his hand into her own.

“Yeah, Stevie, it’s me.”

Steve squeezed her hand, before his eyes started scanning the room—going wide when they landed on Eddie. “Oh. Eddie.” A light pink flush broke over his face, and he averted his gaze almost as quickly as he met Eddie’s. That kept happening whenever Steve woke up, and Eddie didn’t know what to make of it, but it always left him off-kilter in a way he didn’t want or know how to put a name to. He always took it as his cue to leave.

“Well,” he started, with forced cheer, and a shit-eating grin. He pushed himself up from the chair and dusted off his knees. “I’m gonna leave you two lovebirds to catch up,”

“Not lovebirds—” Steve slurred, at the same time Robin exclaimed, “Ew, Munson!”

Eddie just cackled and sauntered off with a jaunty salute.

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Steve felt like he was losing his mind.

He'd been out of the hospital for a few weeks now, but he almost wished he was back there, because every waking second was just a never ending parade of pain and confusion.

Fuck, why did almost dying always hurt so much?

The upside of being awake and ambulatory, was that Eddie had finally stopped running out of the room whenever Steve was awake for longer than two seconds. The down side—which was unfortunately directly connected to the aforementioned upside—was that Eddie was being weird.

And, okay, Steve had an admittedly shallow pool of evidence from which to draw his comparisons from. But the fact remained that Eddie’s behavior towards him pre- and post-Vecna-slaying were worlds’ apart. And he didn’t know how to fix it. He’d tried everything: playing coy, bringing him small gifts, finding excuses to talk to him one-on-one when the rest of the group was gathered together. But none of it seemed to work.

What Steve wanted was to just be able to rock up to the trailer with a bouquet of flowers and ask him out to a night at Enzo’s. But even without the whole recently-wanted-for-murder thing, the two of them going out on what was obviously a date in Hawkins was not only a bad idea, but actively dangerous. And without his typical romance rituals to fall back on, Steve was at a loss as to how to proceed, when the object of his affection was acting so damnably fickle.

“I just don’t get it, Rob. One minute he’s calling me ‘big boy’ and getting all up close and personal, and the next he’s looking like I killed his cat!”

“You have got to stop using other people’s trauma as analogies for your love life, babe.”

Steve waved a hand. “Mrs. Henderson’s not here.”

Robin threw up her hands. “And that makes it okay?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Fine, whatever.” Robin ruffled her hair in frustration. “Maybe he’s just nervous!”

“Nervous! Why would he be nervous?”

“I don’t know, Steve. Why are you nervous?”

“Because I like him, and I don’t want to get hurt again!” Steve shouted, startling himself by the force with which the words came tumbling out.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “I mean, it’s not just that, though, it’s…” Steve waved a hand into the open air between them. “I don’t know how to do this, you know? If this was a girl, I’d be thinking ‘oh, she’s playing hard to get—’”

“I can’t believe that’s a real thing people do,” Robin deadpanned.

“I mean, sometimes it really is just that they don’t like you—except that then they don’t keep trying to, like, hang out and joke with you—which Eddie does, he’s just hopelessly awkward about it.”

“Steve. Eddie is a hopelessly awkward person. It’s like a defining character trait.”

“Well he wasn’t with me.” Steve wiped a hand over his face and groaned. “I’m just nervous I misread the whole thing, you know? And if I did, and I ask him the wrong thing in the wrong way…what if he doesn’t want to see me again? Like, at all?”

Robin reached out and took his hand. “I hate that you have to know what that feels like,” she said, soft and careful. “But even in the wild event that Eddie is either a: entirely straight, or b: just not into you, I don’t think there’s any version of him that wouldn’t want to talk to you at all. So you should ask him out.”

“Okay, Rob,” Steve sighed. “Only on one condition, though.”

“Oh, no. Ohhhh, no you don’t—”

“You’ve gotta ask out Vickie,” Steve finished, holding out his hand with a smirk.

“Uggggh, fine. Deal.”

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Steve was acting weird.

He’d been acting weird since getting discharged from the hospital—acting all shy and blushy one second, and then turning around and bringing him a new set of dice the next—but it’d really been cranked up to eleven for the past week.

And, look, Eddie knew he was new to the monsters-are-real crew. He knew that in order to make space for him they had to alter whatever their established dynamics were to fit him into them. But that didn’t account for the fact that all of a sudden Steve seemed to be completely unable to string two sentences together in front of him.

Maybe the two of them weren’t quite friends yet, but he missed the ease with which they’d been able to talk and be honest with each other only a couple of weeks ago. Hell, they’d had more chemistry together down in the Upside Down.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Maybe that had been the problem all along. Maybe Steve had finally clocked his doomsday-flirting for what it was, and was trying to establish boundaries. Eddie thought he’d pulled back since they'd all crawled out of hell—broken, but alive. As soon as the danger was clear there was no reason to play the bit anymore, right? It’s not like his flirtation attempts had ever been more than a way to liven up what had been an unmitigated shitstain of an experience. Sure, Harrington was pretty, and nice—and there was clearly more to him than met the eye. Eddie had really enjoyed getting to know him over the course of the past few weeks. He wouldn’t mind getting to know him better, if he was being honest. But it looked like the door was closing on that chance if he didn’t straighten things out.

“Hey, Harrington?”

“I thought I told you to call me Steve, Munson.”

Eddie smiled his ‘malicious compliance’ smile and clasped his hands behind his back, rocking onto his heels as he said. “Alright: Steeeve.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but there was a little smile on his face that belied the general bitchiness of the rest of his demeanor. “What do you want, Eddie?”

Eddie spread his hands out in front of him like he was unfurling a map into the air between them. “Just figured I ought to clear the air.”

Steve frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“You know—the whole reason you’ve been all weird around me lately? I figured it’d be best if I put all of my cards on the table.”

The frown dropped off of Steve’s face—replaced by an expression that Eddie couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t…bad? There was no apprehension to be found there. Steve looked almost expectant. Hopeful, maybe. Which didn’t make a whole lot of sense—but Harrington didn’t make a whole lot of sense, so maybe Eddie was just misreading whatever he was seeing there.

“You know it was all just in good fun, right? That it didn’t mean anything?”

The frown returned. “What are you talking about?”

“Back in the Upside Down. You know I was just messing with you, right, man? Just a bit of good ol’ fashioned I’m-about-to-die flirting, you know? Nothing to get all worked up about.” Eddie kept a wide smile fixed in place, tried to really lean into the whole ‘non-threatening gay guy’ vibe—an uphill battle for him, specifically on one of his best days. He’d do jazz hands if it’d help sell the performance any better. But each word out of his mouth felt more like a lie than the one before.

A thin fissure appeared on Steve’s face—a crack that Eddie could almost see through, but not enough to be able to make any sense of what was on the other side. “Oh,” Steve said. His voice was shaking and Eddie couldn’t figure out why. It set off alarms in the part of his brain that was always primed to run at the first sign of danger. “So you’re…not gay?”

Eddie frowned in confusion. Of all the ways he thought Steve might react, that was not one of them. So Eddie forced a laugh, trying to disarm the question. “Oh no, I am a flaming homosexual. I just want to make sure you know that doesn’t mean I’m interested in you.”

The frown slid off of Steve’s face, and the fissure smoothed itself away like it’d never been there. The Steve standing before him was blank-faced as a statue, and it made Eddie want to puke. In all his worrying about Steve being uncomfortable with the idea that Eddie was hitting on him, specifically, he’d entirely forgotten to be worried about Steve being straight up homophobic. At least he wasn’t throwing punches. That was something, right? But Steve was looking at him with such a totalizing coldness behind his eyes that Eddie felt like he’d been left out to sea.

Steve gave a stiff nod. “Right, of course not,” he said, but the words came out wooden. He threw a thumb over one shoulder and twisted on his heel, back toward the beemer. “I’ll just…I gotta go.”

And then Harrington turned his back to him, and walked away.

Eddie didn’t have a crush on Steve.

So why did it hurt so much to watch him leave?

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Robin sped down the stairs when she heard the banging at the door. There weren’t many people who would bother turning up on her doorstep unannounced. Even fewer who would make such a concerted effort to try to knock it down with the force of their pounding fists.

She swung the door open to find a tear-stained Steve standing before her.

“What happened?” She gasped out. Was it back? It couldn’t be back. El and Will had both sworn on pain of death that it was over. Maybe there was a new horror in town? Maybe Nancy had gone missing? Or Dustin? One of the other kids? Maybe Eddie?

Steve cut off the racing of her thoughts with a sobbing gasp. “Nothing, Robs.” Somehow, he looked worse than he had after the Russians. His head was hung low, and Robin could swear there was a shadow of phantom-bruising around his eyes. Like he’d been emotionally decked in the face. He took a step forward to come inside at the same moment that she took him by the wrist and yanked him across the threshold.

“What do you need?”

“Bathroom,” was all he said. And then Steve swapped his-wrist-in-hers for her-wrist-in-his and he pulled her further into her own house, toward the second-floor bathroom. When they reached it, Robin plopped down on the floor with her back against the tub while Steve took up his position with his back pressed up against the toilet bowl.

“What happened?” She whispered.

Steve was silent for a long stretch of time. He turned his head to the side, as though he was trying to look out of the small frosted window high up on the wall beside him. “He doesn’t want me.”

“Who? What? What are you talking about, Steve?”

Steve turned back to face her. “Eddie. He doesn’t want me.” Steve no longer sounded sad—he sounded vacant.

Robin’s nose scrunched up like she’d smelled something wrong, because that didn’t make sense. Robin might not be good at clocking other gay people—she wasn’t that good at reading people, period—but it’s not like Eddie’s flirting with Steve had been subtle. And even beyond that, he was always looking at Steve while he was asleep in the hospital bed, in a way that Robin thought meant something… There was just no way that Eddie didn’t have at least a little bit of a crush on Steve, right? So what had he said to make Steve so certain about that he didn’t? “How d’you know that?”

Steve laughed, half-hysterical, as he tipped his head back onto the lid of the toilet. “He said it didn’t mean anything—the flirting.” Steve wiped a hand clear across the length of his face—chin to forehead—before digging his fingers into his hair. He laughed again. Or—it was more a puff of air, than anything else. And there was definitely no humor behind it. Just a bitter kind of resignation. “And then—he said—he told me he was gay, but that he just wanted me to know that it doesn’t mean he’s interested in me.” Steve covered his face with both hands and let out a broken sob. “God, he and Nance should compare notes.”

Robin could feel the lines carving an angry space between her eyebrows, and a fire in her heart. How dare he? Maybe Robin had misread Eddie's whole vibe toward Steve—but how dare he just trample all over and discard his heart like that? It didn’t make sense—but it was happening, and she had to fix it, because no one was allowed to break her other half.

“Hey Stevie?” She asked, trying to keep her tone light.

“Yeah?”

“Where do you keep your little nail bat nowadays?”

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Let it not be said that Eddie Munson didn’t know how to pull off a top-tier wallow. Ozzy’s pleading vocals were pouring out the speakers, while Eddie was laid star-fished out on the mattress, staring at the ceiling like it might give him answers, and torturing himself with the memory of Steve Harrington biting into the tail of a hell-bat.

Is it me or is it you?

Things are so much different now

But nothing lasts forever

He really should have known that whatever kind of rapport he and Harrington had going was too good to be true. Once a rich dickhead jock, always a rich dickhead jock, right? He almost felt bad thinking that. But what else was he supposed to think? The second Steve Harrinton had found out he was gay he’d turned his back on him. That was pretty cut and dry.

A loud banging at the trailer door cut through his thoughts and over the sound of Ozzy singing looks and glances can't repair, talking could if we'd just dare.

Eddie had half a mind to just ignore it, but there were even odds that it was one of the UD Crew as it was a member of Hawkins’ resident angry mob. So Eddie peeled himself off the bed, leaving Ozzy blaring behind him, and yanked open the door. “What—?” He started, but came up short when he registered an absolutely livid Robin Buckley staring back at him.

Eddie hadn’t thought to take into consideration the idea that the person at the door might be a UD Crew member taking up the role of angry mob members. But Robin Buckley was standing on his stoop looking half-ready to commit a murder. The second the door was open, she shoved past him and into the trailer.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Munson?”

“Wh-what are you talking about, Buckley?” Covering his face with a piece of hair wasn’t enough—he wanted to melt into the floor. Had Steve really sent Robin to beat him up for being gay? That was some next level gymnastics in avoiding making physical contact with another man so that you don't seem gay.

Robin yanked at her hair and started pacing around the common area, glaring daggers into the floor (but thankfully not at him). “What am I talking about, he asks! You really are a medical grade idiot, aren’t you?”

“I—”

“No, shut up, I don’t want to hear it.” Robin abruptly swung around on her heel to rush at him and jab a finger into his chest. “You broke Steve’s heart. And I don’t care if you were never into him—because I know that you can’t help who you like, or love—but you had no right to be so fucking cruel about it!”

A penny dropped.

“Robin. What are you talking about?”

Steve was heartbroken? That didn’t make any sense. He should have been relieved, he should have—

Robin laughed, hysterical, and threw her hands into the air. “I am talking about the fact that you told my best friend who has been pining over you for fucking weeks that all of the very obvious flirting you’ve been doing ‘didn’t mean anything,’ and that you just had to let him know that you weren’t interested in him specifically.” Robin paused to take a deep breath and kept barreling on. “And I get not wanting to lead someone on, Eddie—but even I know that was the least tactful way you could have gone about letting him down.”

Eddie shook his head, backing up toward the nearest wall like a cornered animal, because what Robin was saying didn’t make any sense. “I— I don’t—I mean, I do like him. I thought he didn’t like me! I thought he was straight!”

That brought Robin up short. Her shoulders remained set into a tense line, and her brow was still furrowed in distrust, but some of the unrelenting ire slipped away. “You didn’t—? Did he not—? What the fuck, Stevie!” The last part Robin muttered under her breath.

“Did he not, what, Buckley?”

“He didn’t ask you out?”

“No. What? Was he planning to?”

“Yes, numb nuts! Steve’s been trying to ask you out for weeks! I mean I guess mostly this past week—but that’s because before then he’d just been trying to beam the knowledge directly into your head through your thick skull.”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie’s heart dropped into his stomach as the full ramifications of what he’d said caught up to him.

“Yeah, ‘oh, shit,’ Munson.”

“Buckley—” Eddie rushed over to clap both of his hands onto Robin’s shoulders. “Robin. I’ve gotta fix this.”

Robin rolled her eyes. They were still creased at the corners, but the rest of her seemed to have softened a bit. “Yeah, you do,” she said—all low and serious. “You’re gonna have to fucking grovel.”

Eddie nodded. “Can you help me?”

Robin narrowed her eyes at him. “Yes.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “But let me make one thing fucking clear, Munson: I am doing this for Steve, not you, capiche? You put one toe out of line and I’ll go to the Wheeler house and grab one of Nancy’s guns.”

Eddie held up his hands in placating surrender. “Message received, loud and clear.”

Robin nodded, satisfied.

Eddie grinned back. “Let’s go get my man.”

there is now a part two!

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steddie week #steddieweek2023 #steve harrington #eddie munson #(albeit a couple hours past mignight my time but that's just been my pattern thus far)#I don't want to put a steddie fic in the robin or st/bin tags but please know that robin is central to all things in steve's life #including this fic #for everyone who wanted a part two: it now exists #read writes

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Can't Take My Eyes Off You (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1709 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You share your first dance. Link to the song referenced.

Homelander has never enjoyed the Vought galas he is forced to attend, especially when it's for some dumb charity he couldn't care less about. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this confined space, as even the tallest of the mudpeople barely reaches his chest. Having to put on a happy face and mingle with these meatsacks and their nervous hearts is something he goes back and forth on. It feels like a constant battle deciding on if he should thrive on their fear, or loathe it.

Generally, he comes to these events alone, but tonight is a special occasion. He asked you to be his 'plus one', an honour he's never bestowed on anyone else before. As much as he wants you here to show you off as his prized possession, you're really there to keep him grounded. The way you so easily calm him down when he gets overstimulated is a godsend to him.

You are running a bit late, which Homelander has taken an immense notice on. Although he smiles as he engages in pointless discussions with the guests, he is a bundle of nerves. His arms are crossed behind his back, hiding his jittery fingers tapping on his wrists as he scans the crowd for any sense of you. He is doing his best to keep his anxiety under control, but he can't stop his fears from creeping up in the back of his mind. What if you got lost? What if you never arrive? What if you're leaving him?

Just as Homelander is about to leave the gala to search the city for you, he hears your heartbeat approaching the building's front door. A wave of relief washes over him; you didn't forget him… you're here. You're really here. Without even excusing himself from the conversation he is in the middle of, he rushes over to you. He could care less that people practically have to jump out of the way as he nearly plows through them. He needs to see you.

As soon as you enter the ballroom, you see Homelander's massive form quickly walking over to you, beaming down at you as he takes up your entire vision. You can't help but return his smile, you love seeing how happy he gets by just your presence. It's almost like you're the one with the superpowers.

"I'm sorry I was running late," you apologize, running your fingers through your hair. "I just wanted to make sure I looked alright."

"You look perfect," Homelander tells you breathlessly, kneeling down to be eye-level with you. He holds his large hand over yours, combing his own fingers through your hair. "I'm just…" he hesitates, his eyes briefly closing as he regains his composure. "I'm just glad you came."

"Do you need a minute, honey?" you ask, entwining your fingers around his big hand. You've become quite entuned to his moods, and the little twitches his face makes when he gets overwhelmed. From the looks of it, he was getting pretty stressed by your tardiness.

"No, no… I'm fine," Homelander reassures you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before standing back up to his full height. "Let me take you to the ballroom."

As much as he is trying to put on his best 'party' face, you can still see his frayed nerves peaking through his expression. If it were up to Homelander, he'd get his comfort by carrying you around in his arms all night. However, as that would only cause more prying eyes to ogle at him, he does the next best thing and offers you his hand to hold. He adores the way your tiny hand fits so snugly in his oversized palm, and how you lightly stroke his knuckles with your thumb.

The evening drones on for what feels like an eternity. As part of his job, Homelander has to socialize with the guests to ensure their donations to the charity Vought is supporting. The high-society jargon in these chats completely flies over your head, and none of the partygoers have any interest in talking with you. Not that you have anything to say to them, but you can't help but feel invisible. Instead, you spend your time keeping an eye on Homelander, doing your best to curb his tension. Having never let go of your hand, you do what you can to let him feel your touches, occasionally tapping your fingers on his knuckles and lightly squeezing his palm.

Eventually, you breathe a sigh of relief as all of the schmoozing finally dwindles. A house band is brought into the gala to wind the night down, encouraging the guests to slow dance. While everyone else gathers in the centre of the ballroom, Homelander's grip keeps you from joining in. You look up to see him standing still like a statue, brow furrowed as he observes the happy couples dancing.

In his mind, he remembers back to the countless films he watched as a child in the lab, and all the sappy romantic scenes of two people becoming one with dance. Yet another thing he has never been allowed to experience. Even when he was with Maeve, she never danced with him. She always used the excuse of their height difference, and she refused to let him pick her up 'like his plaything'.

Seeing the way Homelander fixates so heavily on the dancing, you very effortlessly put two-and-two together of what is upsetting him. It's times like these that make you appreciate how simple he is to figure out, it makes it all the easier to make him happy.

"Can you let me go for a second?" you ask him, your words snapping him out of his frustration and pulling his attention to you. "I won't be long, there's just something I have to do quickly."

Although Homelander is thoroughly confused, he relents and releases your hand from his grasp. He watches in silent fascination as you run over to a nearby table, grabbing a stray pen and writing something on the back of a place card. Even with his super-vision, he can't make out what you have written. He nearly chases after you when he sees you sprint to the other end of the ballroom, bewildered as you hand the card over to the band's lead singer, who nods when you point over to him.

Usually his ears are filled with the sounds of everyone else's heartbeats, but right now all he can hear is his own loudly pounding through his skull. You have some sort of scheme cooked up, one that you are hiding from him.

You run back over to Homelander, giggling as you note the worry painted all over his face. He's cute when he's clueless.

"It's okay, just trust me," you promise him, spreading your arms out as a signal for him to pick you up. He swallows, unsure of your intentions, but he lets himself believe you as he delicately lifts you up to his chest. Just as he is about to ask you what you are planning, the band begins performing a new song.

"You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you."

Homelander starts to understand what you've done, as he glances back from the band to you. Smiling, you nod at him as you place one of your arms on his shoulders, the other raised for him to hold.

"You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much."

While he can't stop his butterflies from bubbling to the surface, he tries his best to remember what he saw from the movies, to not mess this slow dance up. Carefully, he moves one of his hands from your back to hold your own. Keeping his eyes focused on you, he begins moving his feet and swaying back and forth.

"At long last love has arrived. And I thank God I'm alive."

You mouth 'you're doing great' to him as he finally begins to relax, moving along with your body as you sway in his arm. As much of a sight it is to see Homelander dancing with such a small person in his arms, he ignores everyone else's stares as he is consumed by your praise. He leans in for a kiss, closing his eyes as he becomes one with you. For once in his life, the sounds of everyday life have quieted in his hears. Nobody else exists at this gala except for the two of you, and your song.

"You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you."

Breaking from his kiss, Homelander keeps his forehead lightly pressed onto yours. Your noses are nuzzled together as he opens his eyes, gazing into you as if you are his entire reason for living. Throughout his life, he had convinced himself he would never find someone to care for him. And now that he has found you, he can never get enough of how much you truly love him.

"Thank you," he whispers, quiet enough to ensure only you hear these words. In every part of his daily interactions, you have never heard him thank or apologize anyone else but you. Another small way that he trusts you, that you keep his hidden emotions safe from harm. Moving your arm from his shoulder to caress his cheek, he sighs deeply as he tilts his head into your palm.

"I love you too, big boy," you respond, feeling a smile creep onto his face. Homelander kisses you again, letting the outside world fade away as you take over his senses. Your pulse, your scent, your touch, your lips… he melts into you as you become his everything. The only other sound he hears is that lovely song, the one you picked out just for him. The one that will remind him of this night forever.

"I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright."

"I need you baby, to warm the lonely night."

"I love you baby, trust in me when I say."

"Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray."

"Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay."

"And let me love you, baby, let me love you."

#the boys #the boys tv #homelander #homelander x reader #g/t #size difference #my writing

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 months

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Hiiiiii

Do you have any fics where john or sherlock are mutants/ have powers?

Hi Lovely!

OOOOOOOHHHH I love this; I have a few fics that could be qualified as "CLOSE" to mutations and superpowers, but not 100%. I have a lot more "changelings" than anything else. I've compiled together some of the ones on my MFL list as well, but I can't guarantee that they're mutants in them since I haven't read them.

If anyone has any fics that they can suggest, please do! I'm kind of into MCU fics right now so if I can have Sherlock-style in there too, that would be awesome! PLEASE let us know if you have mutant or Superhero Johnlock fics!!!

MUTATIONS or SUPERPOWERS

See also:

Magical Realism Where John is the Powerful One

Telepath / Empath AU

Hybrids and Shapeshifters

Soaring Above by Corporate_cards (G, 394 w., 1 Ch. || TRF, Light Angst, Superpowers) – "Have you ever though about having a super power...?" Part 2 of the Random Things I've Written In Class -- Johnlock series

The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,994 w., 2 Ch. || Frozen-ish AU || Magical Realism, Christmas, Angst, Fluff, Powerful John) – In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock's brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way...

Conductivity by Coquillage Atlas (K,11,051 w., 8 Ch., FFNet || Fantasy and Friendship) – John Watson, alone in London with a healing power he can hardly bear. A description of his life with magic, before and after Sherlock. SEQUELS: Resistance || Reciprocity

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25,947 w., 11 Ch., FFNet || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. SEQUELS: Still Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF)

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w., 9 Ch. || Magical Realism, BAMF!John, Slow Burn) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

Out There by DiscordantWords (T, 131,695 w., 10 Ch. || X-Files Fusion || Past Soldier John, Panic Attacks, POV Alternating Present Tense, Anxious John, Canon Adjacent, Deductions, Obsessive Sherlock,, Travelling, Sherlock’s Family, Jealous Sherlock, Mind Palace John, Awkward Flirting, Kidnapped/Abducted John, Semi-Reverse Reichenbach, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Hospital, Slow Burn, UST, Case Fic, Government Conspiracy, Aliens, UFOs, Mutants, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Coma John, Forehead Touching, Hand Holding, Drinking/Bars, Past Jolto) – FBI Special Agent John Watson, medical doctor and army veteran, is assigned to assist eccentric genius Sherlock Holmes with paranormal investigations on the X-Files project.

How to Build a Heart out of Ashes by Teumessian (E, 144,931 w., 31 Ch. || Changeling AU || Slow Burn, Drug Use, Mentions of Child Abuse / Bullying, Mentions of Student/Teacher Relations, Uni-Age) – In an AU where a small number of the population become Changelings at a young age, at 17 John Watson believes he's destined for Normal life but then the Change takes him and he is sent to the Baker Institute. There he meets Sherlock Holmes.

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(I Love You) Infinitely by helloliriels (T, 20,072+ w., 14/16 Ch. || WiP || Marvel Cinematic Universe AU || Post-TRF, Post Infinity War, Not Endgame-Compliant, Super Humans, Happy Ending) – With a snap of his fingers, Thanos had caused the heartache and loss of half a planet's population. And Watson, of all people could have kissed the glove that did so. Part 2 of the Liriels Chaptered Fics series

Trenchcoats and Capes by jomochi (T, 35,275 w., 3 Ch. || Superhero AU || UST/URT, Mutually Unrequited, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love Confessions, Secret Identity, Hero John) – He’s twirling a strand of hair around the finger of his other hand. His coat, which honestly looks more like a cape than anything, is spread out beneath him. His chest rises and falls slowly with calm breaths, the tight black material of his suit stretching to accommodate the movement. John has seen many pictures of him but not one did him any justice. The sight before John is breath-taking. It isn’t right. Evil shouldn’t look this good.

The Alchemystics by elwinglyre (E, 69,014 w., 16 Ch. || Full Metal Alchemist Omegaverse AU || Non-Traditional ABO Dynamics, Major Character Injury, Angst, Human Transmutation) – Since youth, Sherlock was forced to hide who he was from the world. That time has ended. With the world torn apart, he must embrace who and what he is: an alchemystic and an omega. Fortunately, he finds another, John Watson, who is a true compliment to himself. With Watson’s help, Sherlock strives to obtain what’s needed to right the world. But the past, present and future aren’t aligning, and what is needed to succeed comes at a high cost: for to gain, something of equal value must be lost--that is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. No one knows this lesson better than Sherlock. He’s lost his father, his brother and his arm attempting to bring his mother back from the dead. What will he need to sacrifice to save the world?

The Destruction of Ice by All_I_need (E, 91,682 w., 28 Ch. || Psy - Changeling Crossover/Fusion || Changeling John, Psy Sherlock, Murder Investigation / Case Fic, Slow Burn, Touching, Forced Lack of Emotion, Silence Protocol, Sci-Fi Elements) – The year is 2081 and Sherlock Holmes never expected to encounter a threat to his Silence, the conditioning that keeps him sane and unfeeling. John Watson, on the other hand, never thought he'd find a flat in London. He certainly didn't expect to find one that comes with a Psy flatmate: brilliant, emotionless and more intriguing than John would like. When a series of brutal, random murders shakes London to its core, it is up to them to stop a vicious psychopath - preferably before Sherlock's latest experiment gets them both killed.

A Vintage Exceptionally to Your Liking by EmmyAngua (E, 95,334 w., 19 Ch. || Alternate Dimensions AU || S3 Fix It, Lies, Angst, Pining Sherlock, Superpowers, Domestics, BAMF Mary, Hiatus, First Time, Magical Realism, Slow Burn, Colliding Universes, Moral Dilemmas, Betrayal, Mary’s Past) – Sherlock and John met seven years earlier than canon and fell in love. When John dies, Sherlock is introduced to the concept of alternate dimensions and given the opportunity to visit a different universe where he can have a second chance with a new John Watson. A love story across alternate dimensions.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #superhero fics #mutation fics #my fic recs #fics to read

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Boy and the wolf

Soft safe sfw g/t m/m vore, Nervous/reluctant pred/prey!

My first vore fic let's goooo

Inspired by @stormtheskyelf2 's post about nervous pred and prey

It all started with the accident.

Everyone has got out in time, except for poor,poor Oliver.

He brought his camera, thinking he would have the chance to take a picture, but never did he, at all, think he would be the first victim of the serum.

Let's rewind, turn back a few hours ago, and see what happened.

One of the greatest inventions of all time, The Shrinking Serum, was finally revealed to the public, ready to be covered by the media.

But something…happened, The police are still investigating, still unsure if it was truly an accident, or if the experiment was sabotaged.

Either way, the laboratory exploded, and everything went into chaos, the journalists got out safely and only minor injuries occurred.

But nobody remembered to grab Oliver, or to look for him in the -now wrecked- laboratory, as if he wasn't there in the first place.

Perhaps that was his fault for pretending he was something he wasn't,a journalist is not who he is.

What happened was, when the laboratory exploded, unlucky Oliver was the one who had the serum sample flying into his face, and he remembered going down…down…down…

Everything was getting bigger, as he was getting smaller, he remembered trying to get the attention of anyone, anyone!

Screaming at the top of his lungs so that someone from the researchers, or the journalists, might hear the red headed boy.

Instead he was almost stepped on a thousand times, he then hid away where he thought was safe and cried.

Apple green eyes welled with the pain of betrayal, of insignificance, and the weight of the truth.

That was the end for him,he was sure, he was going to die here and no one will even notice it, just like no one noticed him before.

Oliver cried himself to sleep, fully believing he won't wake up again.

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Immortal Oo'kami, In the age of super heroes, he was one of many.

Not so great as to be worshiped by the public, with a flashy, amazing power, nor so vile and destructive as to be feared.

His superpower was simple,as his title was, Immortality.

Regenerating from anything no matter how deadly it was, never growing,never aging, but the public didn't understand how strong that power was, did they?

The person behind the mask was just as simple too, only a college student, he didn't even reach his twenties yet, a boy named Ryan.

Yet he still was trying his best, after all, what makes a hero wasn't the fame or the praise, it was the help that he gave, right?

Oo'kami shook his head and sighed as these thoughts went through his mind, and he instead focused on the mission he came for.

Restricted area? Only for the common people,not for a superhero!

Swiftly he hopped over the yellow tape,his padded ninja outfit,as silly as it was, was ensuring that not a single sound came out of him, and he was once again reminded to be grateful that he chose practicality over looks.

He stood in his place for a second, taking in the view of the wrecked laboratory, he was just here a few hours ago, not as Oo'kami, but as Ryan, with his currently missing friend, Oliver, and at least a hundred other people.

Now it was empty, desolate, not even the police stayed, and yet no one bothered to look for his lifetime friend, which yet again, reminded him of why he was doing all of this.

Deafeningly quiet, Oo'kami has focused his senses, searching for even the tiniest sound a human could pick up, and that exact sound came in the form of muffled whimpers under the rubble.

“Oliver…” he muttered, fist and teeth clenching, his heart weighing heavy with both anger and pain, but at least the boy was alive, he prayed that he wasn't hurt as well.

The hero focused his senses again on the exact place of the sound, and made sure that no one was around, it was three in the morning after all, surely no one was around, right?

He lifted a few bricks and fallen pieces of drywall, and there it was, the body of a familiar teenage boy, shrunken to the size of three inches tall, just a tiny bit bigger than a borrower, but still a painful sight for Oo'kami.

At least the injuries were minor, and he appeared to be asleep, rather than unconscious, also a great relief.

His theory proved correct when he poked the tiny boy and the latter jolted awake with a frightened yelp.

“Who-” Oliver blinked, and stared for a few moments at the giant, masked person that loomed over him.

Wait,no, he was the one who was tiny, but that person was…

“O…Oo'kami? Immortal…Oo'kami?!” Oliver blinked a few times and his eyes lit up as he realized that the hero he Idolized was truly here, in the flesh, coming to rescue him.

He stumbled in his steps and Oo'kami gently caught his form in his gloved hands, giving the boy a kind,if awkward look.

“The Oo'kami?! Is…is it really you?”

“Yes, It's me!” he gave a nervous chuckle as he collected the tiny bundle of a boy and lifted him off the ground.

“Are you alright…physically?” Oo'kami's voice was worried, he knew all too well how much of an awful situation this is, his fingertips searched carefully for any remnants of the drywall or the serum on Oliver's body.

The tiny boy nodded slowly. “I'm fine,Mr Oo'kami, thank you.”

Fortunately there were only a few scratches from where the bottle of the serum hit his face, he was, overall,unharmed and well.

The hero sighed in relief as he brought the boy to his chest.

“Please, Just “Oo'kami”, for all you know I could be as old as you are.”

“But first…What's your name?” Oo'kami asked even if he knew the truth.

“O…Oliver!” He said as he grabbed a fistful of the hero's outfit and held to it for dear life.

“Nice to meetcha,Ollie”

Getting out was difficult for Oo'kami, he had to stealth his way out with one hand, and he had to make sure Oliver wouldn't get hurt, and now that he thought about it…

“That won't do…”

He sat down with Oliver, somewhere behind the wrecked building, thinking.

The whole situation was painful, his friend was now a tiny little thing that held to him for dear life, while simultaneously viewing him as the greatest thing that ever lived.

But he wasn't what Oliver believed in, he was a confused, tired boy that just so happened to have a superpower.

He sighed heavily, unsure what to do now, he was practically trapped here with his bite sized buddy unless he wanted to risk losing him. Yes, he had secret pockets but did he really want to stuff his friend into a such a tiny space?

Wait…bite sized…

The idea was very strange at first, to the point where he wanted to completely ignore it, but it presented itself again.

It…could work, and for a temporary option…it's much much better than a tiny pocket with no room to breathe, and it's practically unreachable…unless someone decided to slice open his stomach.

He glanced at the curious Ollie, and Ollie glanced back at him, tilting his head slightly to the side.

God, he is so adorable… Oo'kami couldn't help but feel hungry…wait no, that's not right, they're both humans…

Deep breaths,Deep breaths…

“Oo'kami? Are you alright?”

“I'm fine,Ollie, I'm absolutely fine.”

“Actually…”

He looked back at the small boy.

“Could you keep a secret for me? Since you might be staying with me for a while…”

“Yes…but I don't understand ,a secret? And staying with you? What do you mean, Oo'kami?”

Oo'kami looked around warily, then took off his mask.

To his surprise, Oliver didn't look very…shocked? He gasped softly, like he realized something, but not out of shock.

“Something tells me you already knew the whole time,Ollie.”

“Yeah…You're kind of bad at keeping secrets, Ryan.” Oliver chuckled, his freckled cheeks gaining a reddish tint.

The way that the hero said “Ollie”, his voice, those few stray locks of black hair falling over his eyes, his striking electric blue eyes, they were very familiar to the shrunken boy, he already connected the dots a long time ago.

“That doesn't change anything though, you're still my best friend, and you're still my hero, you literally saved my life just now!”

Oliver threw himself into Ryan's broad chest and gave him the biggest hug his current form can get him.

Ryan smiled sadly, and returned the hug, the urge to protect his friend was getting stronger every second, and they didn't have much time.

“Do you still trust me? Even after I…lied to you?”

“Of course! You didn't lie to me, it was out of your control!”

“Good.” Ryan brought the shrunken boy to his mouth, ready to proceed, “enough hesitation” he thought.

“Uhh,Ryan, what are you doing?”

“... You're getting an inside shot!” Really? Really?! That's the best he could come up with?! The mental facepalm was so strong his face wrinkled.

“... What?” Poor Oliver just got even more confused.

“Look…I…I can't keep you in my pockets, Something will happen, I might fall, a bad guy might fight me,I might have to avoid the police, you get the jist of it…”

He tried to explain as he got the boy away from his face.

“And I need both of my hands, Okay? So I thought of an alternative_”

Oliver blinked slowly…then he realized.

“I…think I know what you're going to do,”

“Would you allow me to?” Ryan stroked the other boy's hair, his warm breath washing over him.

Oliver pondered momentarily.

“It’s safe, right?”

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have even thought about it!”

“I'm just…I don't know,Ryan…there's so many things that's confusing me about all of this…” His voice was cracking, barely holding the tears as he realized just how grave his situation is.

“Perhaps…Perhaps it might help me think a bit clearer…not fearing for my life and being with you,even in such an unorthodox way,”

He took a deep breath and gathered his wavering courage.

“Go ahead,I trust you with my life, just be careful about it, okay?”

Ryan felt as if he was going to cry as well, he only wanted to protect his friend, keep him safe while he is in this vulnerable state, it didn't help at all that all he could see was the instinctual fear his friend was desperately trying to hide.

“I swear on my life, it's only to help you, I will never even think of hurting you,Oliver.”

He brought the small boy to his face again, and gave him an apologetic look.

Before he could even open his mouth,Oliver put his miniscule hand on Ryan's lips.

“Wait…before you do…”

He stood up in Ryan's palm, and lifted his arms.

The hero understood his intention, and lifted him to his eyes, now able to see him better in the faint moonlight.

Oliver hugged his nose bridge,and Ryan closed his eyes and leaned into the hug.

There was a silence, both of them cherished this moment of affection, for it was the last moment they will get to be this close to each other, before layers of flesh and clothes separate them.

“I trust you.” Oliver repeated,and he meant it.

“I trust you as well.” Ryan replied, and he meant it.

Oliver sighed and let go, ready for what was coming next,and so was Ryan.

He first took away Ollie's jacket,glasses, and backpack, looking like toys in his hand, then he took his shoes and socks, the sensation no doubt a bit tickling, because Oliver let out a tiny,shy giggle.

It was cold that night, Oliver couldn't help but to shiver slightly now that Ryan took away his jacket, but not that it mattered, he was going to be somewhere warmer soon.

Ryan slightly parted his lips, just enough for the small boy to climb inside, as he didn't want to force him, he already had very little control over what's going on, it would be cruel to take away the rest from him.

For the tiny boy however, it was an invitation, the warmth that the hero's breath emitted was pleasant, gentle, different from the cold air that surrounded them, and it felt right to just get inside, where it was warm and soft, so it was exactly what he did.

Ryan -or was he Oo'kami at this moment?- was hesitant, unsure if what he was doing was even human, Ollie is already inside his mouth, so it's not like the smaller boy had any qualms with it.

But he…he was filled with dread, anxiety creeped up his spine and all sorts of fears filled his head.

What if he accidentally bit him? What if he choked on him? What if it didn't work as he imagined, and he was just dooming his best friend to a horrible, painful,slow death?

His anxious, intrusive thoughts were Interrupted by a tiny prod on his tongue, to which he responded by lightly pushing Oliver with his tongue towards his throat,and then fully closing his mouth, sealing his friend in darkness, but he wasn't ready to swallow yet.

“Ryan…I trust you,You can go ahead…” Oliver reassured, using the same words he used just a moment ago.

But they were true, he trusted Ryan with his life, he was ready to be eaten alive if it was what he believed was safe.

But the problem was,Ryan was the one who was scared, despite him being the one who suggested it in first place.

So the shrunken boy has decided to let Ryan swallow him when he deemed it necessary, and truth was, he was fascinated by the idea of being inside someone's mouth.

His curious nature made him ask himself “How do I taste like?”, but it was a question for later, when Ryan could answer him.

Could Ryan even hear him? He can hear him now, but what about when he was sent deep down to the stomach?

“Ryan, when you do swallow me…Please stay with me? I know I would be literally inside you,but…like…”

His words was failing him, but it looked like Ryan was giving him the chance to speak first, or perhaps he wanted to speak as well, but all the words will come out as a garbled mess.

“Don't forget about me,I guess?”

Oliver felt defeated, he layed down on the tongue and tried to fight the urge to cry.

He let out a yelp of surprise when the muscle underneath him shifted and moved, and he fell back towards the throat, but still he allowed it to happen.

Ryan went with it as if he was swallowing a pill, instinctively his hand was lifted to his neck, to his Adam’s apple, as he felt the small weight leave his throat.

“I would never, I promise you not a moment will pass without me thinking of you, I'm here, both in body and spirit, you aren't alone, Oliver, I won't leave you alone”

His gloved fingers followed along the small warm weight, passing behind his heart, then dropping underneath it, to which he found himself rubbing his stomach as if to feel the shrunken boy within.

“Can you hear me?” Ryan asked softly “Are you alright in there?”

For Oliver ,the journey to Ryan's center was relatively short, it was only seven seconds, but they were long seconds…

Hearing all the body functions as they work was humbling, fascinating, especially the beating heart.

But his fascination was soon interrupted with him passing through a ring of muscle, and falling face first towards the fleshy ground.

Oliver heard Ryan calling, and he prodded the stomach to tell him he arrived safely.

“I'm fine,Ryan! Can you hear me?”

The hero focused his senses towards himself,his innards, giving all attention to his inner ear.

“I hear you, Oliver!”

It was a simple statement, but it made Oliver tear up.

He wasn't forgotten,he wasn't lost inside his friend's guts, the older boy could hear him and feel him…even when they are so far away from each other.

What a paradox it was, how he was so close to Ryan…and yet so far away.

“I thought I would sizzle like bacon on a hot frying pan, but it's like…a really soft and wet bed! You have to tell me how you did that!”

As Oliver's curious hands pawed at the new environment, he slipped and fell into one of the many folds of the stomach, and he just sat there, letting himself be lovingly held and hugged by the soft organ.

Perhaps it was him craving a gentle hug, to be held and soothed after the events of today.

“You haven't eaten anything all day,have you,Ryan?”

He could tell by how the stomach was desperately trying to absorb him into it, but there were no acids, no way for him to be digested.

To think that Ryan is practically starving himself for his sake…

“Uhm…so you like it in there?” Ryan said as he put on his mask and helmet again.

“It's not bad at all…if it wasn't for your stomach trying so hard to digest me because you didn't eat anything!” Oliver grumbled and kicked lightly at one of the walls.

“For real, though, it's not that I hate it,It's more that I'm worried about you, so please, eat something when you spit me out,okay? And it better be real food and not instant ramen.”

Ryan listened and sighed.

“I tend to forget, Between college and being Oo'kami, I barely get any sleep…I often have to skip meals because of that.. Yeah, You are right, you are the only thing I've put in my belly since I woke up.”

“And you haven't fainted yet?!!”

“I'm…stubborn.”

“You definitely are!”

Ollie sat and placed both of his arms on each side of the stomach, and both of his hands barely touched the walls.

He ran some math in his head, and then laid back against the greater curve of the stomach, like a soft fleshy hammock.

“Ryan…”

“Yep?” The voice echoed around him.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of …what?”

“Everything? I mean, how do I even begin?”

“I got shrunk to the size of a few inches tall, you ate me alive, Nobody knows I even survived except for you…”

“My parents, are they worried about me? Are they looking for me?”

“Am…Am I going to stay tiny like this forever? Where am I going to stay after that? Can I go home like this?”

“Oliver…”

“Yes?”

“You're tired,”

“Yes, Yes I am,” Oliver closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.

“I'm also scared,Ollie, but do you know what I think?”

“We can get through this together,I won't leave you until we find a solution to all of this.” Ryan reassured once again.

“Now if you can, get some sleep, you did say it was like a bed in there,”

“I can't”

“Why?”

“It's just… New environment and all that…”

“I guess I'm going to bore you to sleep then by explaining to you how you aren't melting right now.”

They both chuckled, Oliver felt the whole place move with every laugh.

Ryan succeeded, for he kept rambling on,and on, and on, about the specifics of his power and how it's not actually ”Immortality” but a full control of his cells.

Oliver tried to be as attentive as he could, but listening to supernatural-biochemistry info dumping is sure to bore anyone to sleep, unless you were, like Ryan, passionate about the subject to the point of majoring in it.

Eventually all Ryan heard was soft breathing, poor Oliver slept ever so soundly it made him sad.

This is probably the most comfortable he had ever been in a long time.

Ryan felt both honor that he was able to provide that comfort for his friend, and shame that he had to eat his friend alive to provide him said comfort.

At least he was safe and sound, at least both of them were.

He got up, pins and needles attacking his entire lower half, but it's nothing a little walk can't fix.

He moved slowly so as to not jostle the little friend inside, then thought of his next step.

Another patrol won't hurt, before he can get to his apartment and get some shut eye as well.

“We will pass these bridges when we get to them,” he thought to himself.

“Until then,you are safe with me.”

He said, both a reassurance to himself and his sleeping friend.

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