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Born in the USA - Part One of Hungry Hearts
no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader
Hungry Hearts masterlist
warnings | 18+ cursing, eventual smut, young joel is a goddamn menace
a/n | hellooooo, folks, and welcome to the first installation of my Hungry Hearts series! i'm so stoked to share this one with y'all, as always let me know what you think!
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The radio DJ called for record-breaking heat simmering the streets of Austin this week, and he certainly delivered. Too hot to think, too hot work, too hot to do much of anything until the sun starts to melt down in the late afternoons. She swears that she can feel the rubber soles of her sneakers sticking to the sidewalk with each step, the heat pressing humid hands to the back of her neck, sweat pooling in all the soft dips of her body. And it’s not like she wants to be out here in the first place. In fact, she would much rather be sitting in front of the box fan in her room right now, calculating how many days, hours, and minutes until she’ll be leaving again for school. It can’t come soon enough.
Nothing much has changed around her neighborhood since she was home in December for her holiday break. Same houses with the sleepy looking windows and basketball hoops in the driveways, same families with the nosey wives and oblivious husbands, same kids getting older and taller and more socially awkward. And the same empty lot at the end of the cul-de-sac that had been turned into patchy baseball field when she was in the first grade.
“Outfield, bring it in a little for this next one!”
“Fuck you, Miller! You’re gonna be eating those words!”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that, kid. Show us what you got, why don’t you?” And that’s the same too, unfortunately.
“That’s a strike, wouldn’t you say, Tommy?”
“Sure looked like a strike to me, Joel.” All a bit juvenile, though she would expect nothing less from the Miller brothers. They’re in fine form this afternoon, she thinks, and it seems that all the other girls home from college think the same thing as well, hanging off the chain-link fence and tittering to each other about every ball Joel fields or every fifteen-year-old Tommy stamps out on first. Joel’s idea, no doubt, his eighteen-year-old brother always too happy to hang onto his shirttails and terrorize the pubescent neighborhood kids.
And for his part, Joel seems to know he’s garnered a small audience, just a touch too much flare when the teams switch out and he steps up to bat. He’s dressed in an obscenely short pair of cut-offs, frayed hems grazing along the tan, corded muscles of his thighs. Hi-tops and tube socks, and what once could have been called a shirt, now cropped and unbuttoned so it doesn’t do much but blow in the breeze and expose the lean tautness of his torso. Stance wide, leaning down low in his hips, he winds up the bat right behind his head and lets it rip entirely too hard on the lob he was pitched by that poor fifteen-year-old, sending the ball soaring right over the fence. She has to scoff when the girls she’s standing next to actually clap for him while he drinks it up as he takes a leisurely jog around the plates before jumping down on home with both his feet. And yeah, she thinks, not much has changed, at all.
“Will! Mom wants you home for dinner, let’s go!” Her baby brother, who has decided he is definitely not a baby anymore, does not like her shouting at him one bit, entirely ignoring her with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head from where he’s standing covering first base. Someone else, however, is more than happy to take notice of her.
“Is that? Oh shit! Cherry!” Long and drawn out, Cherryyyyyyyy, with a low whistle at the end. She hasn’t been called that since the last time she saw him, which was last summer in about this same position. Though if there’s one thing she’s gotten good at, it’s ignoring Joel Miller.
“Will, let’s go please!”
“Oh c’mon, Cherry! Why don’t you come over here and show these kids how it’s done? From what I remember you always had a mean little swing.” That gets most of the kids on the field laughing as Joel and Tommy snicker to each other in the makeshift dug out, more of a dirt ditch with a sheet of metal over top of it than anything else.
“Will, I’m not asking, I’m telling. Now.” Maybe she looks like a bitch stomping out onto the field to grab her brother by the arm. She doesn’t care. She’s hot and has sweat dripping in places that sweat should never drip and is coming dangerously close to throttling Joel in front of his little fan club if he doesn’t shut his smug mouth real soon.
“Stop, you’re embarrassing me.” Will doesn’t budge from first when she hooks her hand around his bicep, brooding at her from beneath his bowl cut.
“Do you think I want to be taking you home? Just do me a favor and stop trying to act all tough in front of your little friends so I can go home and get mom off my ass.”
“Hey, Cherry, he’s already got one mom. He doesn’t need you nagging him too!” Joel’s dig drums up another round of laughs from the whole field, and suddenly she’s reconsidering that whole throttling thing. Fine, she thinks, she can do nagging, just wait and see how good she can do nagging. She shifts her tactic, grabbing her brother by the back of his neck instead and starting to haul him along beside her, not giving him time to do anything but trip over his feet in a stilted shuffle to keep up. And of course, it is at that moment that Joel gets the whole crowd of kids started in a chorus of boos.
“Damn, Cherry, when did you become such a tight-ass?” Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the girls still standing along the fence shooting her daggers, maybe it’s just a little bit of all of it that makes her stop dead in her tracks when Joel says that. But before she really knows what she’s doing, she has let go of her brother to march right over to home plate. Seeming a bit surprised that she did, Joel scrambles out of the dug out still too smug for her taste when he comes chest to chest with her.
“Well are you going to give me a bat or what?” His smirk slips into a full grin at that, and for a moment she remembers how pretty she always thought he was. Strong jaw, dark eyes, and that shock of thick, brown hair of his. Such a shame that he’s an enormous tool, really.
“I tell you what, Cherry, what time does your mom want Will home every night?” She knows that look he has in his eyes, all squinted up with his mouth screwed to one side. Always a sucker for a challenge, and she’s all too happy to play along.
“Seven o’clock, why?” He leans in a little closer, ducking his head down like he has the most delicious secret to tell her. She can see the sweat beading and pooling in the hollow of his throat he’s so close.
“Seven o’clock, alright, Cherry. If you can hit a homerun, I will personally see to it that Will is home at seven o’clock on the dot every night for the rest of the summer. How’s that sound?” She tilts her head, hands on her hips like she’s giving it a good think before finally answering him.
“Does he really hang out with you every night?” Joel snorts, his smile going slanted at her.
“Well, someone’s got to keep the kid entertained since you got all boring, miss college.”
“Fine, give me a bat.” That gets her a big grin from him as he backpedals to the dug out to grab a bat for her.
“Let’s switch out who’s fielding. I wanna be on short stop for this hit.” Of course he does. But she thinks to herself that that’s just fine, she’s going to give him a hit to remember.
Tommy was always the nicer of the pair, and as he walks out of the dugout to cover first, he offers her a smile and a shrug as if to apologize for his brother’s dramatics. She always liked Tommy better, even as kids.
She hasn’t done this in a long time. Not since before puberty, probably. She used to play every summer with the Millers and all the other neighborhood kids in this exact lot, and it starts to come back to her as she toes the rubber of her sneakers against home plate. Her palms twist up on the bat, hips shimmying down and back a little to get into the stance, trying her best to focus on the pitcher and not the drawling heckling going on between second and third. He’s doing a warbling rendition of that old Four Seasons song, and she’s pretty sure that the name in the lyrics is Sherry, not Cherry. But he has made it fit with his own demented drone, crooning as he sways a little side to side.
Cherryyyyy, Cherry, baby, Cherryyyyy, can you come out tonight
Youuuuu better ask your mama, Cherry baby
Deep breath in, deep breath out, she has her eyes focused on the ball leaving the soft cradle of the pitcher’s fingers. Like riding a bike, really, the quick swing in her hips and the satisfying crack of the ball hitting the middle of her bat, and, oh. Oh.
“Motherfucker!” It’s not like she meant to, but it’s also not like she’s mad that she did. It was a nice hit, strong and straight, right between second and third. And, well, straight into Joel’s groin.
“What are you doing? Get up, man!” Tommy is all but shrieking at his brother. Joel, however, is still crumpled on the ground and groaning, his hands clenched between his thighs from what she can tell with her quick glances as she jogs from first to second. But she quickly realizes that it’s not just his hands clutched between his legs, but the ball too. And, well, it doesn’t look like he’ll be getting up anytime soon to field that one.
“If you could have him home more around ten till that’d be great, thanks.” If he hears her talking over his curled up body, he makes no show of it, still groaning and writhing around in the dirt with his eyes scrunched shut. She steps over him and continues a much more leisurely pace through third and home.
“Will, let’s go.” Her brother, slack-jawed with his eyes practically popping out of his head, finally listens to her, falling into step alongside her as she can’t help a smirk sliding over her lips. She has to roll her eyes when several of the girls rush out onto the field to fawn over Joel who still seems to be incapacitated and on his knees.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” She tries not to laugh at Will’s exclamation, bumping his shoulder with her own as they start to head home.
“He’ll live.”
…
Sure, he’s always had a competitive streak, he’s not about to deny that. But that competitive streak may, emphasis on may, have gotten a little out of hand now that it’s his baby girl that’s in the competition and not him. Sarah has a talk with him before every game about it. About not yelling at the umpire, about not constantly asking her if she’s staying hydrated in the dugout, and, what she calls the most important point, about not trying to heckle the other team. And everytime, Joel promises her that, yes, he’s going to keep his cool and stay on the bleachers like every other normal and sane parent. And he tries, he really does. But, well, try is the operative word.
“Alright, babygirl, just like we practiced. Keep your eye on the ball and let your hips lead.” It’s the middle of June, the sun bright and beating down hard on the local ball fields where Joel spends most of his weekends cheering Sarah on in her softball matches. He is not sitting on the bleachers like every other normal and sane parent. He is hovering at the side of the dug-out with his head stuck out just enough that the umpire won’t yell at him to get back while he coaches Sarah on her swing. Sarah, however, does not seem particularly grateful for his pointers, glaring at him from beneath her helmet as she steps up to the plate.
“Strike!” Swing and a miss. Joel has to remind himself that no, it is not appropriate to swear at a little league softball game, settling instead for a quick clap of his hands.
“That’s alright, baby, that’s alright. Shake it off, baby, focus.”
“Dad, please.” She says it with a dejected tap of her bat against the plate, the universal sign for back off, now. And sure, he thinks, he can back off, a few feet back toward the bleachers so his girl can focus on her swing, sure.
“Strike two!”
“Goddamnit.” He says it quietly enough that he’s pretty sure no one else hears it before stepping back closer to the plate, because obviously Sarah needs a little help here.
“C’mon, baby, you got this. Shake it off. Don’t choke up on the bat like that, baby, nice and easy.”
“Strike three, you’re–”
“Hey, that wasn’t a strike!” Sarah is going to be so mad at him on the drive home, but he’s too busy stepping over to the umpire to yell at him to be worried about that right now.
“Sir, please go sit down on the bleachers.”
“That pitch was way to the right, I saw it, that wasn’t a strike.”
“Dad, it’s fine, I’m out. Just go sit down, please.” Sarah has already taken her helmet off, nudging her bat into the toe of his boot like, hello, you’re embarrassing me here. But Joel knows what he saw, and what he saw was a way to the right pitch that most certainly was not a strike.
“Baby, you are not out, okay? Put your helmet back on.”
“Sir, your daughter is out, now please go sit–”
“Just give her one more shot, man. C’mon.”
“Hey! Three strikes and you’re out, buddy.” It’s a woman’s voice, coming from somewhere behind him, a parent from the other team most likely, though he doesn’t turn around to see who it is, still staring down the umpire.
“That wasn’t a strike!” He tosses the exclamation over his shoulder, but the woman doesn’t seem ready to back down either.
“Are you saying my daughter doesn’t know how to pitch?” Alright, lady, if you want in on the action, be his guest. He turns around slowly, ready to deliver some sort of clever reply that he hasn’t quite worked out in his mind when–
“Oh shit. Cherry?”
“Wow, I haven’t been called that in nearly two decades.” So it is her. And of course it’s her. He’d recognize her anywhere, even seventeen years later. Still that little jut of her hip when she’s pissed, still that little crook of her chin like a challenge, even seventeen years later.
“So you’re still a competitive bastard then?” Yeah, and still that too, seventeen years later.
“I– you– that wasn’t a strike.”
“Oh, yes it was.”
“It was not.”
“My daughter doesn’t pitch balls on two strikes, okay? That was a strike.” With that, she leans to the side to talk to Sarah standing behind him.
“My condolences to you for having to deal with him, kid.”
“Thanks, you’re catching him on a good day, actually.”
“Hey.” He whips around to scold Sarah, but she’s still focused on Cherry.
“How do you know my dad?”
“Oh, me and him go way back. Don’t we, Joel?” He finds himself opening and closing his mouth a few times, looking between Sarah and a woman he thought he would never see again, though before he can get a reply out, the umpire mercifully cuts off their little reunion.
“Folks, there is still an active game going on here. Sir, your daughter is out, so if you could all please get off of home plate so we can keep this game going that’d be great.” Sarah has to tug him back to her team’s dugout, promptly pushing him over and onto the bleachers while he continues to stare at Cherry like she might disappear. She has walked back to the bleachers for her daughter’s team, though she stands on the sideline with her hands on her hips now.
“You’re all good, Els. Just keep them coming, babe.” His attention draws over to the pitcher to whom Cherry is talking to because, right, she’s Cherry’s daughter. Cherry has a daughter, holy shit. Well, so does he. He has to laugh to himself, a little shake to his head.
A lot can certainly happen in seventeen years.
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The thing that she hadn’t considered in agreeing to Joel Miller’s little deal was that it would still mean seeing a good amount of Joel Miller. Seven o’clock every night to be exact. Actually, ten till, so he did listen, at least. And of course he’s all smiles and charm, and of course her mother invites him in for dinner every night, and of course he says yes, and of course she has to sit across from him, kicking away his foot every time it encroaches on her space.
“So, Joel, are you still over at Thatcher’s full time?” She tries not to scoff at her mother’s question, the subtle turn of her nose and the slight tinge of judgment quirking up the end of her words. Her mother and her penchant for pedigree, something that the Miller family definitively does not have. If it bothers him, however, Joel doesn’t show it, smiling and thumbing the corner of his mouth as he finishes chewing.
“Yes, ma’am, seven days a week.”
“And does that pay well, son?” Ah yes, the one-two tag team of her mother and father both jumping in now, her father doing that thing where he pretends not to know, his eyebrows falling in mock curiosity. When, really, she’s nearly certain he has already calculated in his head exactly how much Joel makes in a week, month, and year busting his ass in that mechanic shop.
“Well, sir, I’ve got no complaints. Roof over my head and food on my table. And, uh, the tips are pretty good.” That one flies right over both her parents’ heads, but he says it looking directly at her, his eyes crinkling up with a smile that only tugs one corner of his mouth, sleaze and smarm. She is well aware of the tips he pulls in from all the bored little housewives and their daughters, something that always seems to be the topic of conversation on the loungers at the community pool.
If he’s trying to get a rise out of her right now, she’s going to make sure he fails at it, giving him a tight-lipped smile and kicking his shin hard under the table where his foot has started to nudge against hers again. Joel lets out a hard cough, the table shaking a bit when his knee jumps up in reaction.
“Alright, son?”
“Yessir, I think all this heat is finally getting to me is all. I better head on home, but thank y’all for the meal, it’s very kind of you.” Her mother frets and fusses over him, insisting he take a tupperware of meatloaf and salad home and telling him to bring Tommy along next time. Great, she thinks, frick and frack both coming for dinner will be double the fun. Though she’s quickly distracted from that thought when her father lets out a long sigh from the head of the table.
“Such a shame that young man is working like that. It’s a waste of potential, honestly.”
“Oh, honey, don’t.”
“I’m serious, Carol. He was always a smart kid, probably could have gone to college, but instead he’s working in that car shop with seemingly no drive for anything more for himself. I just can’t believe Deedee and Hank are letting him carry on like that.” She knows this spiel well. Next her father will angle his chair toward Will and level his finger at him and–
“Will, you know what I was doing when I was Joel’s age?” Will huffs and rolls his eyes, slumping back in his chair like this is the hundredth time he has heard this, probably because it is.
“Getting ready for law school, dad.”
“I was getting ready for– yes, son, that’s right. And now look at me. Beautiful home, beautiful family, and a good job. Do you know what Joel Miller is going to have to show for himself at my age if he keeps going the way he is now?”
“A whole lot of nothing, dad.”
“A whole lot of– yes, son, that’s right. At this rate, he’s probably still going to be living in that shoebox apartment above Thatcher’s when he’s forty.”
“Can I be excused please?” She tries to hold back the contempt snapping through her words, already getting out of her seat before her mother can ask her what’s wrong. For as much as Joel Miller gets on her nerves, she hates this more, this faux pity her father so easily slips into, turning him into a lesson. And not a very good one at that, because while Joel may not be in college or raking in money, he at least seems happy, and she thinks that’s more than her father can say. She knows it’s more than she can say, staring up at the ceiling in her bedroom, this time trying to calculate the minutes until she gets to go back to school. She only makes it through tallying up the rest of June though before something tapping on her window distracts her.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Hey, Cherry.” He’s lucky her room is on the first floor, or else she would have already shut her window. Though she can’t really do that when he’s standing right there in her mother’s shrubs with a wide grin that glints in the hazy dusk.
“What do you want, Joel?”
“Mikey Donahue is having a party at his house. You wanna come? Have a little fun?”
“Uh, no, thanks.” She goes to shut her window again, but Joel holds it in place, not letting it budge no matter how hard she pushes down on it.
“Oh, c’mon. You used to be fun, what happened to that girl, huh?”
“I grew up, which seems to be more than you can say.”
“Oh, how you wound me, Cherry baby.”
“When are you going to stop calling me that? Nobody else calls me that these days except for you.”
“When you do something funnier than snorting cherry cola out of your nose.” At this point, she has given up on trying to close the window, resting her palms along the sill to lean out so she can whisper yell right into his entirely too smug face.
“I was nine, Joel. And it was your fault for making me laugh that hard.”
“So you admit that I make you laugh?”
“You’re impossible.”
“That wasn’t a no, Cher.” All she can do is huff at him and his relentless grin, taking a moment to look him over. A little more dressed than usual, still in those cut-offs of his, but with an actual flannel shirt on top, sleeves rucked up to his elbows and with a few more buttons undone than what had been during dinner, slipping open even more when he leans down with his hands spread wide on the sill.
“Come on, it’s summer, and I know you’re not having any fun up in Chicago–”
“I have plenty of fun in Chicago.” His eyebrows shoot up his forehead when she interrupts him so quick, the snap of her words telling him just how untrue that statement actually is.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say. Just do an old friend a favor, Cherry, and come out with me tonight, huh? Really, it’s the least you can do after you almost busted my balls.”
“I was doing a public good by lessening the chances of little Joel Millers running around here in the future.” He lets out a long laugh at that, tossing his head back, the long line of his neck bobbing with the sound.
“Touché, but fine, if you don’t wanna come I guess I could always go knock on Lisa-Anne’s window. She got home last week.” He knows exactly what he’s doing by saying that, already pushing off the window and starting to walk away. Fine, she thinks, he can go have fun with stupid fucking Lisa-Anne from down the block. It’ll probably make her whole summer considering that she’s had a crush on him since his front teeth came in in the second grade.
“Joel, wait!” He stops dead in his tracks, one foot still stuck in the shrubs outside her window as he turns around, his lips pursed to stave off what she’s sure would be a shit-eating grin. She’s already swinging one leg out of her window, trying to do so with as much grace as she can, though she still stumbles a bit in the shrubs,grabbing onto Joel’s arm to steady herself before quickly letting go with a huff.
“Just for a little while, okay?”
“Whatever you say, Cherry baby.”
…
He’s not sure what the appropriate thing to do is in this situation. Not really any rules of etiquette for seeing a woman you didn’t think you’d ever see again, seventeen years later, and with a kid no less. All he knows is that he can’t let her drive off without saying something, so even as Sarah is calling his name like a question, he’s walking through the ballfield parking lot toward where she’s helping her daughter pack her bags into the trunk of their minivan.
“Uh, hey.” Great start, man, Jesus Christ. She turns around and smiles, smiles, and suddenly it’s summer of ‘86 all over again.
“Woah, old man, back off a little.” And suddenly it is most definitely not summer of ‘86, her kid stepping between the two of them and giving him a look that could kill.
“Ellie, manners please. Why don’t you wait in the car?”
“But, mom–”
“No buts, it’s fine, alright? I’ll just be a minute.” Her daughter, Ellie, huffs, giving him one more squinted look before she shuffles over to the side of the car, getting in with a hard slam of her door.
“So, mom, huh?” She tilts her head at him, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans and her shoulders shrugging up.
“It looks that way. And dad?” She jerks her chin over his shoulder and he turns around to see Sarah standing by their car with one hand held over her eyes for shade as she squints at them. She’s never going to let him live this down.
“Looks that way, yeah. Are you– I didn’t– you’re back in town?” He’s trying to subtly look for a ring on her left hand, though her knuckles are still tucked into her jean pockets, and he’s pretty sure squinting at her pelvis is not a good way to make an impression in this unexpected reunion.
“Yeah, we moved back at the start of June.”
“And when you say we, that’s– that’s you and–”
“Just Ellie and I, yep.” He has to try really hard not to smile at that, dragging a palm down his scruff to keep it at bay.
“So you never left, huh?”
“Uh, no, nope. Hopped a few neighborhoods over though. I don’t know if you heard, but the old block got torn down.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Wish I was, they put in a bunch of condos over it.”
“Well I guess the times really have changed.” He should probably say something else, should probably get back to Sarah, but he can’t stop looking at her, and it seems like she can’t stop looking at him. Both of them studying all the places that time and life has settled. Her hair is shorter, he likes it, though he probably should keep that to himself. Before he can say anything, however, the blare of a car horn startles them both out of each other’s gaze.
“Mom, let’s go.” Ellie has stuck her head out of the driver side window, the source of their interruption, already tucking back inside the car with another groan. Cherry just shakes her head.
“That’s my cue. I guess we’ll see each other around then, since our daughters are playing in the same league and all.” It still gives him pause, our daughters, and he has to clear his throat before responding.
“I guess so, reckon we’re gonna give the umps a summer to remember.” She laughs, and he remembers that sound, still the same. He didn’t think he’d ever get to hear it again, but now he’s glad that he does.
“For the record, that was a strike.”
“Whatever you say, Cherry.”
“Can’t believe you’re still calling me that.”
“Can’t believe you never did anything funnier than snorting cherry coke out of your nose.” All he gets from her at that is another shake of her head before she turns around to get in her car. Luckily, she doesn’t see the way he runs right into the open trunk of someone else’s car because of the way he’s slowly shuffling backward to get one more look at those jeans of hers from behind. He only realizes that he’s smiling like a fool when he gets into the car and Sarah shoots him a look from the passenger seat.
“Okay, you’re acting weird. Who was that?”
“Just a very old friend.”
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Bat Wives Wine Night
AZRIEL X READER
This is my first thing I’ve put out to public eyes...ever. So please be nice. I had this idea for awhile and this is mostly a teaser to what I truly want to write. I want to make this a full imagine with smut. If you like this idea and want to see a spicier version to how this night ends please let me know. I’m always open to criticism and always looking for advice so as long as we are nice about it let me know what you think. Im gonna start writing more stuff and will be open to requests. Thank you and I hope you like this little teaser.
PART 2:
WARNINGS: drugs and alch used responsibly, dirty thoughts by the bat boys
CONCEPT: The bat boys finally realize what their mates are up to on their top secret Wine Nights
“Oh my gods…you’re right” Feyre softly said.
Feyre, Nesta, and I were sitting at the River House sipping on wine and enjoying what we call Bat Wives Wine Night when I had the realization that our husbands have had 500 plus years of experience and fun while us wives are in our 20’s being depressed and stressed for majority of our lives. This was unacceptable and not fair at all. We deserve to let loose and live a little. Go drink til we throw up, smoke mirthroot and tobacco as we pleased. To just be stupid, reckless teens. A night where we didn’t have to be perfect, just ourselves. We all looked at each other with understanding that our simple little wine nights just became a lot more fun.
“Okay ladies, once a month like we do now we keep letting our mates think we have wine, eat cheese on a platter and gossip. But let’s just go crazy, do whatever we want because we feel like it. Because we can. We’re young, hot, and rich. Let’s just be stupid, not enough to be dangerous but enough to have some memories to laugh fondly at just like our darling husbands. We are Bat Wives, I say we give them a run for their money.” I declare loudly watching my High Lady’s eyes light up with mischief (just like her mate). Nesta’s feline grin gave me the approval I needed from her. Thank the Mother our mates were not here to hear us declare our secret fun.
“Our mates will find out though, eventually. Cass is nosey, drills me on what happens on our Wine Nights. Such a gossip…” Nesta whispers the last part.
“Plus your mate is the Spymaster…” Feyre concludes by taking a sip of her wine. Yes he is, my beautiful, sweet, loving mate. Azriel. We’ve been married and mated for over a year now. I met him at a time when I swore off love at the nice age of 19 years old. But he was so kind and patient, building up our friendship first and making me feel seen as a person. He is a wonderful male and he had to fight many battles to get where he is today. But I am not Azriel, I’ve barely traveled out of my own court. Our perspectives can be quite different which I love but I want to create my own experiences as well. After the war, after almost dying I realized life can be taken from me at any moment and I want to spend those moments knowing I made good memories. That I lived. Even if it’s once a month with my sister in laws doing something as silly as smoking mirthroot. It’s something to ease the soul, bonding between just us girls.
“So what? Let’s see how long we can go til they figure it out. Make it a game, see how far we can go before they find out just how unhinged we are.” I giggle just a bit tipsy. The girls and I burst out laughing and start planning what we should do next month.
*TWO YEARS LATER*
Two years and counting. Our darling husbands STILL think we have a quiet night in with some books and snacks. It’s truly comical. It’s also nice to know something they don’t.
“I’ll miss you.” Az murmurs in my hair, holding me til I walk into the River House front door. I tighten my arms around his waist and breathe him in. He takes a step back looking at me, love and adoration flowing through the bond between us. Az looks heart eyed, as if seeing me for the first time. I can’t tease him because I know for a fact I’m looking at him with the very same look.
“Can you guys just make out already so we can start drinking?” Nesta says unamused. I jumped back from Azriel, startled. When did she open the door? Nesta walks further away from us into a deeper part of the house. I turn back to find Az already looking at me. Something about Azriel is he is absolutely clingy in the best way possible. Physical touch and quality time are his love languages, any time we have to part it’s a bit dramatic because we simply hate saying goodbye. It’s the love I’ve always wanted. I love the Wine Nights as he has nights with his brothers to get away but nothings better than coming home and finding my place within his arms.
“If you ever wanna leave early just let me know and we can cuddle and I can go down on you.” Az’s cheeky grin showed proudly. I laugh while pushing him, he grabs my wrist playfully holding me to him. He brushes some hair from my cheek and presses his smooth lips to mine. We stand there for what feels like hours just feeling each other's breath mingle, when he glides his naughty tongue against my lips I pull away. Both us panting I say, “Go Az, before I actually ditch them for you.” I giggle. He very reluctantly peels his hands off my body and shoots up the sky with a wink, surely a promise of great fun when he picks me up tomorrow morning.
With the mating haze slowly leaving my brain a new found giddiness found its way in. We’ve started doing full on sleepovers instead of a few hours of mingling. That way we can return to the River House and clean up before our mates return to us. Truthfully it started after Feyre had way too many tequila shots and threw up for two hours begging us not to call for Rhys as our “cover” would be blown. I skip into the River House and take a look at my girls.
“Ready to fuck shit up?” I ask. “We’ve been ready, we were betting if you two would actually fuck on my front door.” Feyre says as fill her cups with wine, pregaming for later. Nesta laughs while grabbing my hand leading me into Feyre’s room. She has the biggest bathroom and closet for these occasions. We all start getting ready putting on our preferred style of makeup and clothing. Laughing loudly as we gossip about Beron’s hairline that keeps going further back as each year passes. We truly don’t know if it is but we all love roasting that horrible man. Once we are satisfied with our looks for the night we get ready to winnow to Veela, a club the IC doesn’t frequent too often. It’s newer and doesn’t have the huge crowd Rita’s does. It’s perfect, truly. We won’t run into anyone we know, not too crowded, but fun and rowdy. We pack the leftover mirthroot and tobacco from last month and winnow to the club saving us some time. We walk right in finding our usual table free in the corner.
“Let’s start with some shots ladies.” Nesta yells out heading to the bar, I’m a bit scared because Nesta’s choices in liquor are questionable at times. Feyre and I start people watching and laughing as we see the funny things the already drunk patrons are doing. I start rolling a blunt and a few j’s also a few cigarettes as I tend to want to smoke one after a good drink or two. Nesta comes back with the shots and our preferred mixed drinks in hand. We raise our glasses cheering for another successful Bat Wives Wine Night.
About an hour or so later we are tipsy, Nesta not so as she prefers to smoke mirthroot. Her struggles with drinking have lessened, she has a drink or two while she watches Feyre and I dance on tables. Nesta nursing a joint between her fingers swaying to the music she loved. Nesta says the plant helps her feel connected to it. Whatever, I don't care as long as we do what we want and feel safe doing it. I am a fan of both, I hop off the table and take the joint between my lips taking a long drag before exhaling into her mouth as we both giggle uncontrollably. Her red eyes meet mine, seeing Nesta relaxed and having fun is a privilege and I’m glad she feels safe enough to do so. We all love our mates but I think being with each other brings a new peace to our hearts. Sisters and friends, we are loved. For the first time in a long time we are loved. Her eyes widen, face slack as I laugh and turn I start coughing inhaling sharply as I see them.
Our husbands.
Our mates.
Staring.
I gently pull Feyre off the table where she was dancing with two other fae, gently pushing her head to make her see what we see. Feyre chokes on her breath.
“Shit…” Feyre mutters. Shit, indeed.
*BOYS POV*
Flying to the House of Wind, Azriel thought of his sweet mate. Years they’ve indulged their wives in their one night of secrecy. They deserved it, for being selfless and caring. Their mates have sacrificed a lot for them, for the Night Court. But they are busy bodies at heart, they can’t help but be curious. They love their wives, they just want to be included. Azriel lands on the balcony to see Cass and Rhys nursing a glass of whiskey. He walks in and pours himself a glass.
“Az, what do you think they do all night?” Cass says looking into his glass, pouting. Rhys looks unamused, Nesta probably told him off for being nosy. “Cass, they’re women. They drink their wine and dish about the new love interest in the books they read. Don’t think too hard you’ll hurt yourself.” Rhys chuckles as Cass throws a pillow at him. Rhys ducking slightly missing the pillow.
“I’m not but you know what I’m talking about. They smell like tequila and there’s traces of makeup and good perfume on them. Think about it, what do our mates truly get up to?” Cass says. Azriel sits and starts to think while Rhys and Cass get into it. Azriel the ever observant once couldn't have missed this right? He trusted his mate, knew she wouldn’t do anything stupid. Right?
Rhys stands after an hour or two of them not so obsessively tracking back to all the times they’ve had their Wine Nights. “Let’s go to the house now, we’ll say we forgot something. Catch them off guard.” He looks at the boys in confirmation. All their eyes light up in glee of possibly catching their mates doing something scandalous. But how they underestimate their wives is truly amusing. How they didn’t catch on after two years, even more so.
They set off for the River House when they landed there was silence. No giggling or tinking of wine glasses. Nothing. At first panic rushed in thinking someone hurt their mates but once they reached the master bedroom they saw clothes strung across the place, makeup and hair products messily sitting on the counter. The girls usual PJ’s on the floor. They went out.
Cass scoffs, “I knew it! I KNEW THEY WENT OUT WITHOUT US! HA RHYS, I TOLD YOU!” he booms loudly, happy to be right and Rhys to be wrong. Azriel immediately makes a plan to find them, sending his shadows out. Once he gathered they were in the city they set their sights there. They went to Rita’s, not a trace. They searched restaurants and pleasure halls, Azriel questioning the staff there. They learned not only did they go out tonight but have frequented these places multiple times, without them. They were smart, Az gave them that. The girls used cash wherever they went instead of billing them, going as far as to use fake names and backstories when they would stop by the herb shop to purchase mirthroot and tobacco. Something they did not know their mates indulged in. For a second they questioned their mates, if they truly knew them. Now they for sure were set to find out answers. Azriel’s shadow reported to him they were across the city in a new club.
The music was pounding, drunk and high fae dancing or sitting and laughing. Azriel first spotted his High Lady and mate dancing on a table top, Feyre pouring tequila down his mate’s throat. Azriel couldn't lie, the sight made his pants tighten, seeing the hard liquor pouring down his wife’s very low top trickling onto her breasts. Watching her throat bob up and down, very similar sight to when she has him in her mout- “WHAT THE FUCK!” Rhys exclaims though it sounds more like a whisper compared to the very raunchy music booming in the background. Az notes that though Feyre lets loose at Rita’s and has fun, Feyre looks unhinged. As if she wasn’t the High Lady of Night but a 20 something year old who was having fun. Azriel laughed as he watched with his brothers, they stayed in the corner out of the way but still in eye sight of their girls. He watched his mate get off the table and steal the joint Nesta was nursing, blowing it in her mouth. Cass watches just as intently, in fascination and horniness. “I didn’t know they did THIS on their wine nights, I didn’t even know Nes smoked at all.” Cass says. He’s starting to wonder just how nice it would be to get Nesta this relaxed then fuck her for hours under smoke induced love making. Rhys is no better, watching Feyre swing her hips against the strangers around her. Wanting so badly to take her in the bathroom. But first it’s business.
“Alright, brothers. They’ve had their fun now let’s crash.” Rhys said with a smirk. All together they marched towards their mates and stood waiting for them to realize. All had a mask of indifference though they really wanted to burst out laughing. One by one each girl’s head turned and paled.
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Child's Play [7]
Part 6 here
YandereBully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader
//Bullying, Fingering, Manipulation, Dubious consent, Threating, Bit of drama, Forced Intimacy.
A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so im sorry if theres mistakes.
Previously
He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when the car behind him started rapidly beeping.
He can't even get angry at the guy, cus who can blame him?
You really make him crazy for you.
"Y/N, get up, we're here" Miguel gently shook you awake.
You slowly stir up and open your eyes.
As you open your eyes, you quickly look at the window.
You expected to see Miguel's condo near school, but you're sure you're not expecting this.
From your view you see a luxurious Mediterranean house.
Potted plants surround the entrace, and green grass seems to be freshly mowed. The orange tinted lights seemed to give the house an even more homey feeling.
"Where....Where are we?"
Miguel didn't answer but simply unbuckled himself and went out of the car. As you unbuckled yourself, he quickly went to your side of the car and opened the door, lending a hand for you to take.
You hesitated a bit but relented. You got out of the car, albeit with difficulty due to your heels and dress, but you managed.
As Miguel pulled you up in front of him, he stared you down for a moment until his thumb started wiping off your tear stains and smudged makeup.
You winced from this touch but he didn't seem to mind it.
"Once we get there, behave."
You were about to ask why but he grabbed your hand and swiftly started walking down the stone pavement.
Both of you reached the front door and Miguel pressed the doorbell.
Almost instantly, a woman almost your height but seemed to be in her forties or fifteens opened the door.
Her face had a defined jaw and her body seemed fit for her age.
Just like Miguel.
No...It can't be.
"¿Miguel? ¡Oh, finalmente llegaste! Estuve a punto de tirar las empanadas." (Miguel? Oh, finally you came! I was about to throw away the empanadas.) The woman lightly scolded.
"Sí, sí mamá, lo siento, ¿vale?" (Yes, yes mama, Im sorry ok?)
Ohnononono
Miguel can't possibly just do this.
First, he forced you to leave Steven.
Now, he's gonna force you to meet his parents as if both of you have been dating for months.
"And you must be Y/N!" The woman suddenly beamed.
"I-Uh uhm..." You stuttered and glanced at Miguel, who only glared down at you, making you quickly look away.
"I...Um..N-Nice to meet you Mrs.O'Hara" You greeted back and felt relieved when Miguel's burning glare stopped.
Miguel's mom chuckled at your timid behaviour. "Aw dear, don't be shy! Well, come in now, we don't want the food to be cold." With that, she left the door open for the both of you to step in while she left to go back to the kitchen.
Miguel led you inside and crouched down to remove his shoes and replaced it with house slippers.
You were about to do the same, but Miguel beat you to it when he made you lift a leg and undo the straps of your heels.
"Wai-wait! Miguel! I can-"
"Shut up and let me do my work."
With that, he removed your heels and replaced it with guest house slippers. You admit you feel thankful for the flat flooring and soft surface of the slippers.
He dragged you further into the house but stopped midway.
"Listen." He said as he turned to face you.
"My mom could be nosey from time to time, so I suggest you behave yourself and follow my lead."
You gulp, is he gonna make you say things you don't want to say?
You wish you really could go back home.
As you pass by several family photos, you finally arrive in the dining area. Where you see Mrs. O'Hara putting plates,utensils and whatnot on the table.
Miguel led you to sit next to him, while his mom sits in front both of you.
You can admit the traditional Mexican food layed out on the table does seem appetizing, compared to the food in the prom venue, you remember you didn't really eat much.
"So..." Mrs.O'Hara started.
"How long have you been together? Im sure Miguel has mentioned your name for quite some time."Conchanta smiled at the memory.
Miguel has talked about you?
Bet he talked as if he hadn't made your life treacherous for several years.
Miguel glanced at you, signalling you to awnser her while he chews on his food.
"I uh..We've known each other since high school." You put up a weak smile hoping she would buy it.
Miguel exhaled through his nose and swallowed.
"High school sweethearts, I see." Conchanta smiled cheekily and turned to Miguel. "Miguel, ¿cómo es que no nos visitaba desde la secundaria?" (Miguel, how come she didn't visit us since high school?)
"Aún no estábamos muy preparados, mamá" (We weren't that much ready yet,mom)
"Ay, nonsense" Conchata chuckled.
You watch their light bickering until you hear meowing at you feet.
The three of you looked down to see an orange tabby cat, sniffing your leg and looking up to you, you can't help but giggle at it's cuteness.
"Oh, that's Lyla" Miguel introduced. "Don't let her cute looks fool you. She's snarky as a bi-" Miguel was then interrupted by her mom
"¡Oye! Cuida tu boca en la mesa." (Oi! Watch your mouth on the dinner table.) Chonchata snapped her fingers.
You laugh at the scenery in front of you, Miguel being scolded. Who would've thought.
Miguel watched you laugh, and he could have swore you actually like being here, with his family. Even with slight smudged makeup, you still look like a delight to see.
Conchanta seemed content with your laughter, happy to see you lighten up since you came here all shy.
Lyla, on the other hand, took this opportunity to jump on your lap, slightly startling you.
"Oh!" You were surprised she warmed up to you quickly.
Lyla started sniffing on you further but didn't go far when Miguel carried Lyla off of you and dropped her to the floor where she landed on her feet.
Lyla hissed at him for his actions.
"Told you. Snarky."
You can't hold back your small smile from forming.
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"....Then I told him if he doesn't stop, I'll get the chanclas." Conchanta said while laughing.
You can't help but laugh too.
Dinner finished without any problems. Thankfully, Conchanta didn't ask questions about your "relationship" and just supplied you with stories about Miguel during his childhood.
Right now, both of you were washing the dishes while Miguel went upstairs to prepare something.
Conchanta insisted that it was fine, but you relented, since it is the least you could do after she made your stomach full and head clearer.
As you wipe the last plate and Conchanta wiped her hands on the kitchen towel, Miguel finally went downstairs, wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, Lyla following behind him.
"Room's ready." Was the only thing Miguel said while he looked at you.
You looked back confused until Conchanta speaked.
"Perfect! We were just finished with the dishes, I already told Miguel to prepare extra clothes for you in the room."
You froze for a second.
Your......Sleeping here?
"Wh-wait, It's really okay, you already done enough for me ma'am I really shouldn't plus I stilll need to unpack my dorm and-" You tried reasoning, hoping to change her mind but it was fruitless.
"Nonsense, mija! Miguel told me everything about your visit, and you can just pack your dorm by tomorrow. Now go up. You've done enough already." Conchanta said while she pushed you forward to Miguel, who wrap an arm around your shoulder.
He planned this ahead?
You should've known.
After both of you bid Conchanta goodnight, you both head upstairs.
You were expecting a guest room, but instead, you would lead to a room full of childhood figurines and a large bed.
Miguel's room.
This night just gets worse and worse-er.
Miguel led you inside, and you hear the door lock behind, which made you want to cry but you held it in.
"I-I uh..." You tried filling the silence, but you can't say anything since Miguel hugged you from behind and deeply inhale and groaned.
You flinched from his touch but he doesn't seem to care.
After a few seconds, he let you go and turned you around to face him.
"You behaved well tonight." He noted while looking down at you with a smile.
You didn't return it, too tired from today.
"Not like I had a choice..." You said weakly and Miguel smiled widen a bit.
"That, you didn't. Well it's getting late, and like you said, we still need to unpack your dorm tomorrow."
With that, he made you turn around until your back is facing him, and he wasted no time unzipping your dress.
You panicked.
"Wai-Wait! Miguel!" You tried moving away, but his grip is strong.
"Relax, Y/N, I don't bite." He teased as he moved your zipper downward.
"Mi-Miguel! Wait--" The grip on your shoulder suddenly tightened.
"I said," Miguel voice suddenly deepened, making you freeze. "Relax." His voice suddenly went back to normal.
You obeyed...again and again.
The fear of what he could do with a snap of a finger always frightened you.
You held the front of your dress when you felt it loosen greatly.
You thank the gods that Miguel let you dress up on your own in the bathroom.
Within locking the doors, the floodgates opened and out your tears, and out the stress you held in the whole night.
You silently cried while you undress yourself.
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Miguel hears the bathroom opened and out you appeared wearing a long white and lacey sleepdress with butterfly styled sleeves.
He can admit he should give credits to his mom for picking that dress.
It may be loose sleepwear but it still accentuates specific curves like your chest.
You notice his gaze and you can't help but shy away.
"Um...I.." You can't make out any words and you didn't need too since Miguel patted the space beside him, signalling you to lie down.
You gulp and followed his orders.
As you layed down, you turned away from him but he only took that as a chance to hug you from behind.
Your shoulders tensed.
He chuckled.
"You never learn how to relax hm?"
You don't know what to say.
What else is there to say?
Does he want you to go, Oh im sorry lemme relax sure.
Before you could respond, you feel a hand sliding down you leg.
"M-Miguel?" You tried shifting but he held you down.
"Shhh"
His hand proceeds to lift a side of the sleepwear.
You panicked.
"Mi-Miguel...Please...Don't"
How come this man still finds the energy to do things like this?
"Shhh Mi vida...Im helping you relax"
He lifts the sleepwear till the hemline of your underwear.
Now you're really panicking.
"Miguel please...Listen I-Oh!"
He shut you up when his hands started palming your area. Succesfully rubbing over your clit.
"Oh...Oh Mhm!" You couldn't help the sounds, nor the slick coming out.
As much as Miguel wants to hear you, he can't risk letting his own mom hear you too.
With that he covered your mouth with his hand and continued rubbing you.
You let out whimpers through his mouth. You body tired yet electrified with the feeling of somebody's touch for the first time other than your own.
While he continues his actions, the feeling your underwear being soaked did things to his own regions.
He pulled your back closer to him letting you feel his hardness.
You, of course felt it and tried moving away but he held you tighter to him.
You legs began to shake more and more and before you could reach your climax he stopped.
"Mhmm" You whimpered behind your still covered mouth.
"MmmHm!" Suddenly your underwear being torn apart.
"Miguel! No-" But once again you were silent when fingers went between your wet slit and aimed for your clit.
"AH!" you squealed behind his hand.
"Shit....Your wet..fuck..." he whispered to your ear as he continued rubbing you more and more.
You hated this.
Hate how he touches you.
Hate how he controls you.
Hate how you enjoy it.
You felt his boner rubbing at your back but you couldn't careless when he slipped one finger inside you and started thrusting in a slow pace.
"Fuck...Bet you're so relax hm?"
You couldn't say anything but moan and whimper behind his hand.
The stretch of his fingers feel foreign to you, but oh so electrifying when he curls his finger expertly with percision, pressing a spot that makes you see stars.
"You like that? Oh I bet you do, look how wet you are." His whispers sound deeper now as hs rubs agaist your backside even more.
You legs starts to shake once again and your hips try to match his fingers. Tears start to well up from the stimulation your feeling and before you know it, Your vision is filled with white and your body shook from the orgasm.
It seemed like Miguel reached his too since both of you tried catching your breaths.
His hands finally let go of your mouth.
You body is still shaking from the feeling, not registering that Miguel lifted his finger and started sucking on it.
You didn't notice until he told you so.
"Mmmm, you taste better than I imagine."
You didn't care anymore.
Your tired body slowly succumbs to sleep while Miguel once again hugged you against him. With that you both fell asleep.
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One Step Away From You (Chapter 4)
ExBestFriend!Eddie Munson x PlusSize!Fem!Reader
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Chapter Summary: Your off-handed comment to Jason catches up to you. Before things get out of hand, someone swoops in to your defense. A heart-to-heart ensues.
WC: 6.4k
Warnings: MDNI. Explicit language. Fatphobia/bullying from Jason. Jason almost hits you. Brief references to toxic family relationships and abuse.
Saturday, September 21st, 1985
The ever so alluring smell of bacon and pancakes invades your senses, stirring you from your slumber. You rub your eyes as you look at the clock on the bedside table. 10:35 am. You slept in, though you can’t say you’re surprised. After the day you had, you must’ve really needed it. You roll out of Steve’s spare bed, making sure to re-make it before you venture down the stairs.
The smell intensifies with each step down the stairs and into the kitchen, spotting the stack of pancakes and bacon waiting to be picked. Steve is pouring a cup of coffee, eyeing you as you grab a plate and start loading it up.
“Morning, sleepy head”
“Morning, haircut” you respond, taking a quick bite of bacon. Groaning softly in pleasure, “You know, Steve. If you don’t figure out what you wanna do for a career, I think you’d make a great little housewife.” You smirk to yourself as you pour syrup onto your plate. Steve scoffs out a laugh.
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that. Know any takers?” You laugh with him before you catch a glimpse of Robin sitting on the couch, eating her own plate.
“Oh, hell yes.” you say excitedly when you see and hear Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? playing on the TV. You quickly scurry over to join Robin on the couch with your own plate. Steve joins soon after, all leisurely eating your brunch and watching Saturday morning cartoons. After you’ve all finished your plates and are relaxing before eventually having to get ready for your work shifts, Steve speaks up.
“So, we gonna talk about what happened yesterday?”
You look between him and Robin, confused. You quirk an eyebrow up at him.
“Uh, what happened yesterday? What do you mean?”
“I mean, something happened yesterday, didn’t it? You seemed a bit…off.”
Goddamnit. If Dustin hadn't learned it from you, you're now sure he learned his ability to read people so well from Mr. Steven Harrington too.
“Did you talk to Eddie?” Robin asks softly.
You sigh, crossing your arms over your stomach.
“I mean, you don’t have to tell us anything. But if you want to, you know we’re here. I’m also just really nosey.” Steve adds, causing a smirk to tug at your lips before you take a deep breath.
“Yeah. I talked to him. Ran into him after lunch, literally. And uh, let’s just say it did not go well. He kinda flipped out on me. But, I kinda deserved it. Aaand, I kinda slapped him. But, he kinda deserved it.” You let yourself laugh a little, taking in their surprised faces.
“So yeah, based on that I don’t think we’ll be friends again anytime soon. At least I can say I tried.” You finish with a shrug.
Robin reaches out and rubs your arm soothingly as Steve looks at you with sympathy and in thought.
“I’m sorry, Y/N” he sighs, “Maybe just give things some time to cool down, I’m sure he’ll come back around.” He gives you a soft, crooked smile.
“Yeah, maybe. And if not, I’m sure I’ll be okay.” you say, more to yourself than to them.
You pull into your driveway an hour later. You sit there, finishing your cigarette as your eyes linger on the now familiar van across the street through your rear-view mirror. You look longer than you’d like, finally tearing your eyes away to throw out your cig. Cutting off the sounds of Black Sabbath as you turn off the ignition.
You slowly shuffle your way to the mailbox at the end of your driveway. Flipping through the spam and advertisements when you hear a familiar sound, a skateboard. Your eyes follow the sound, a figure shaded by the sun. You know who it is. If it wasn’t for the skateboard, it’s the flaming aura around her head under the sunlight. A big smile stretches across your face, leaning against your mailbox as she rides closer into view. When she’s close enough to see your face, her eyes widen and she nearly stumbles off her skateboard, eliciting a giggle from you. She stares at you for a second as she comes to a stop, sliding her headphones down to her neck.
“Hey, you.” you say cheerfully.
In a second, she’s running to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. You feel the shakiness as she inhales a deep breath.
“I’ve been looking all over for you, the ever elusive Red.” You smile as you return the hug, briefly rubbing her back before she pulls back to look at you.
“W-How?” She looks toward your trailer, “You moved back?!”
“Yep, just this past week. I tried keeping an eye out for you at school, then Dustin told me you moved here. Knew I’d catch you eventually.”
Her smile falters ever so slightly at the mention of Dustin.
“Oh, yeah. I mean, it’s a piece of shit but it’s a roof over our heads I guess.” You nod in agreement, pondering how to approach her. If she’s been avoiding the party, you worry one wrong move will send her running away from you too. You decide to go the easy route, knowing you might not get a truthful answer right away.
“You and mom doing okay?”
“Yeah. She’s either working or drinking most of the time, so” she shrugs nonchalantly, a move you see right through. “But I can take care of myself just fine anyway”.
“Well, if you ever get bored entertaining yourself, just come and give a knock, okay? I gotta get going for work here soon, but maybe we can go out to the drive-in or something soon?”
A small smile tugs at her lips as she nods lightly.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Oh, and you know. If you ever need a ride, I’m already giving the knuckleheads rides home after school and since we’re neighbors, I can just stick them all in the bed and give you passenger seat privileges.” You ramble before noticing the way she begins to awkwardly sway at the suggestion. “Or ya know, I can just kick them to the curb and save myself some gas with just you.” You quickly offer. She forces a small laugh before shaking her head.
“No, that’s okay. It gives me more time to skate anyway.”
Great, I’ve already messed this up. Just add it to the list…
“Alright, well the offer’s on the table anytime. For anything.” You insist, giving her an out to the conversation as you begin to move back toward your driveway. She only nods in response, before putting her skateboard in place to ride again.
“See you later, Red.” You wave before heading into your trailer to get ready for work.
During the slower phases of the work day, your mind drifts to worries of Max. How she’s really doing, how you should approach her, how to get her to open up to you. It’s a welcomed distraction considering the other places, or people, your mind would be wandering to otherwise. You and Max had gotten fairly close over the summer, you gave her opportunities with and outside of the party to get away from home, from her asshole step-brother. Being the only other girl and older, she often confided in you. Whether it was about her brother, her relationship with Lucas, or the struggles of girlhood, you were there for her.
Since Billy’s sacrifice to save her from the mall fire and his resulting death, she’s closed off. Isolating from everyone close to her. That happened to be something you’re familiar with. Something that helps you to understand her, something you can use. You know you need to take it slow though. Based on her initial reaction to seeing you, you know she's missed you, and know that connection is still there. There’s just some walls you need to chisel down first.
Take it slow.
That connection is still there.
Just some walls you need to chisel down first…
Those dark curls… chocolate button eyes… cutest fucking dimples you’ve ever seen in your life.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, frustrated with your brain and your heart. Both deeply longing for him… before the shock of pain with the memory of his words hits you.
Just let it go. Move on. He’s not your Eddie anymore.
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It was bothering Eddie more than he’d ever admit, even to himself. You. Thoughts of you swimming around his head with every emotion he could think of, was bothering him.
After your argument, he felt a bit of relief. To finally say the words he’d been carrying with him these last few years to you. To finally release the anger and pain out onto you. It felt like a weight off his shoulders in the moment. What he hadn’t been expecting was for you to match it, taking the pain and anger you felt in response, right back out and onto him.
This whole past week you’ve been back has thrown him off. More distracted than usual. More reactive. More irritable. The other boys in Hellfire noticed, taking extra effort to not poke the bull.
Your argument and slap left him even more distracted and off-balance. You’d thrown him off his game for Hellfire for christ’s sake. Forgetting details for the campaign that he’d otherwise would’ve had memorized, left him referencing his notes. He didn’t exude his usual dungeon master playfulness, animated voice and facial expressions coming out muted. Everyone noticed. Eddie’s own off-balanced performance reflected in his players. Nothing had ever distracted him so much to the point of interfering with Hellfire campaigns. The way Henderson eyed him suspiciously throughout the night almost set him off completely, again. He’d ended the campaign a little early, offering a brief apology and a quick lie to write off his abnormal performance on. He’d spent the rest of the night getting as drunk and high as he could in his bedroom until he passed out.
Saturday isn’t going much differently for him. Sitting in his bed with a joint in his mouth as his fingers mindlessly strum his guitar, thinking of you. The anger he felt yesterday is now replaced with guilt. A guilt that sits and churns in his stomach, teetering on the edge of nausea. Maybe that was just the hangover, or maybe it’s from the way he can’t get the image of your tear-streaked face out of his head. Tears caused by him.
You deserved to hear how much you hurt him. Be faced with the consequences of your actions. You deserved that. But as he remembers the look in your eyes yesterday, the way you flinched, the way he caused a side of you you rarely show to come out… he knows you didn’t deserve that. He scolds himself for letting his emotions get the best of him, letting them get out of his control. You hurt him, that didn’t make it right for him to hurt you back. It didn’t even make him feel good. Maybe very briefly in the moment, just to release what he’d been holding in for so long, but it left as quickly as it came.
He sighs as he moves the guitar off his lap, putting out his joint in the ashtray before rubbing his hands over his face, staring up at the ceiling.
He can’t hold on to this anger anymore, he knows it’s not healthy and is only hurting him more. But he can’t blame himself too much for wanting to, it’s one of the ways he’s protected himself in the past. Protected him from getting hurt. You knew that about him. The way he held onto anger at his dad, people in Hawkins, not wanting to waver and give either the chance to hurt him more. You knew almost everything about him, more about him than he’d ever willingly shared with anyone. That’s why what you did hurt him so deeply, and why he wanted to hurt you just as much. And feels like utter shit for it.
Hey, you!
His eyes dart to his window as his brain immediately recognizes your voice. He peeks out to see you interacting with a younger girl he’d seen skateboarding around in the neighborhood and at school. His heart begins to ache watching you, watching you embrace the girl, watching the way you smile at her and ramble.
God, does he miss it. Misses the way you’d ramble and rant about something you’re passionate about, the way you’d cackle and smile when he’d do the stupidest thing he could think of just so he could see it. Misses the way your warm, plump body feels against him when you’d hug or lean your head on his shoulder.
He sighs watching you wave goodbye to the girl and walk inside your trailer.
Maybe he could give you another chance. Now that he’s not so overcome with anger, maybe he’d be able to hear you out. Not overpower you so much with his anger that you can actually have a real chance to explain yourself.
Maybe.
Tuesday, September 24th, 1985
Some things have changed since your fight with Eddie on Friday. Flipped, really. Your eyes no longer sought him out. You do your best to avoid looking at him whether it was in the halls or in your shared classes. Knowing the sight of him would only bring back that sting in your chest.
Eddie on the other hand, couldn’t tear his eyes away from you whenever you’re in his sight. Watching you in regret, longing, confusion, hurt, all twisted into one. Eddie’s confident in himself most of the time, except for in a few areas. This situation with you and how to handle it moving forward is one of the latter. It’s a big fucking mess he isn’t sure how to fix. He knows with the way things went on Friday after you made the first move to talk to him, that it had to be him this time to try to make things right.
You take your time walking down the quiet halls before the end of the lunch period, hearing the distant, muffled chatter from the lunchroom. You open your locker, putting away your books from your morning classes, switching them out with your afternoon ones. Just as you finish putting the last book in your bag, your locker slams shut in front of you, causing your head to whip toward the culprit you didn’t notice come up next to you till now.
“You’ve got a smart mouth on you, don’t you piggy?” Jason seethes out, hand pressed against your now closed locker door. Your smirk at him as you lean against it.
“So I’ve been told.”
“Yeah, well I don’t know who the hell you think you are or who you think you're talking to bu-”
“You know, I remember you from years ago. The last time I lived here.” You interrupt before looking him up and down, “Jason Carver. Back then you were just a scrawny guy, trailing behind the older jocks, carrying that ever so fragile ego in tow with theirs.” You look back up to meet his eyes, brows furrowed above them. “I see you’ve grown a few inches, even bulked up a bit. Looks like that’s about all that’s changed, though.” You watch as he processes your words, your insult.
“You fat fucking bitch” He says through gritted teeth, face turning red.
“Oh come on, Carver. Don’t you have anything fresher than that?” you say flatly, cocking an eyebrow at him. You watch as his body tenses up.
“Looks like I need to teach you and that smart mouth a lesson” He says, taking a step closer to you. You don’t move an inch, refusing to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of you.
“Oh no. What are you gonna do?!” You say sarcastically. “You don’t scare me, Carver.”
You watch as a vein protrudes from his forehead, face turning a deeper red.
It all happens so quickly. One of his arms pulls back, raising in the air in the motion to slap you, but it doesn’t come. Curly dark hair appears behind him, before Jason’s thrown flat on his ass in front of you.
Eddie had been outside smoking before lunch ended. On his way back into the school, he spots you and Jason. He slows his steps, listening in on the quickly escalating conversation. You’re teetering on the edge and you don’t care. As fragile as Jason’s ego is, so is his masculinity. Eddie wasn’t sure if Jason's above hitting a girl, but he knows that’s where this could go. He creeps closer, eyeing the way Jason’s hand begins to twitch. Waiting for the string to snap, and it does. When he spots Jason’s hand raise, Eddie swoops in. With a foot behind Jason’s, Eddie wraps his arm around Jason’s front, pulling him till he’s falling back on the floor.
Eddie was no stranger to fights, the jocks of Hawkins having taken their frustrations out of him plenty of times. He didn’t like putting himself in the line of fire, but he has and would do it in a heartbeat for the people he cares about. Despite how he’s acted, you’re one of those people.
Your eyes widen, at the fact Jason was about to hit you in the middle of the school, and at seeing Eddie before you, swooping in out of nowhere to defend you. Your eyes lock with his and everything slows down, so many emotions and words unsaid flowing between you with just a look. For a moment your mind flashes back to 5th grade Eddie, reaching his hand out to help you off the ground, worry and sympathy filling his eyes. History repeating itself. You take a deep breath as the memory hits you, staring into Eddie’s brown eyes. In that moment, it’s only you two. No one else. No white brick halls. Just you and Eddie, conveying so much to each other through just your eyes.
Jason’s groans pull you from your trance, your eyes leaving Eddie’s to look down at him. You drop down to one knee, getting into Jason’s face. Eyes popping open wide when he senses you so close. You look at him with fire in your eyes as you point a finger in his face.
“Let me tell you something, you piece of shit. I didn’t come back here to deal with your little brat boy bullshit. If I see you try to put your hands on any of my friends, let alone me, again… I will make you regret it. And don’t think that I won’t.” You hiss, voice full of steel. Staring at him with as much intensity as he held earlier. You relish in the brief moment of fear that flashes through his eyes before his face hardens in frustration and embarrassment, chest heaving with deep, short breaths.
A silence falls before the bell rings to end the lunch period, breaking you all out of the moment. Jason quickly pulls himself to his feet before students flood the halls, not wanting anyone to see him in his embarrassing position. You rise with him. He fixes his letterman jacket, staring daggers between you and Eddie.
“Fucking freaks” he huffs before turning around, stomping down the hall quickly as it fills with students.
Both you and Eddie relax, releasing a breath before you’re just standing there awkwardly next to each other. You resecure your bag on your shoulder before chancing a look at Eddie, who's already staring at you. Reading you, assessing you, trying to tell if you’re okay.
You clear your throat before nodding your head at him.
“Thank you” you mutter softly. When he doesn’t immediately say anything back, your body takes the lead, quickly walking away toward your next class.
Eddie considers chasing after you, but he doesn’t know what the hell he’d say if he did. He just watches you walk away before he takes slow steps to follow you to your shared class together.
In the two classes you have together, you can feel his eyes on you. You catch him a few times, eyes locking with his before one of you quickly looks away.
You feel like you have whiplash. From the switch up of the Eddie you faced on Friday that hated your guts, to the Eddie who didn’t waste a second coming to defend you, with only a few days passing in between. You can’t wrap your head around it. You know he cares, he wouldn’t have been so angry before if he didn’t, but you assumed he was done with you, hated you. But someone that hates you wouldn’t rush into potential harms way to defend you, right?
A few more stolen glances and the muffled voices of your teachers’ as you’re lost in thought fills the remainder of your school day. When you leave your final class, stopping at your locker before walking out the front doors, you wonder if he’ll come up behind you, apologize for his behavior on Friday and give you another chance. But it doesn’t happen, making the walk to your truck uninterrupted. You want to chastise yourself for holding that hope, but what happened today can’t mean nothing. It just can’t. You don’t want it to.
You spend the remainder of your afternoon trying to do your homework. It takes everything in you to focus, almost giving up when the calculus problems push you right to the edge in frustration. You let out a huff in relief as you finish the problems and slam your notebook shut, throwing your head back as you slouch in your chair. Rubbing your hands over your face before you hear your mom unlocking the front door. When you note the time and sun setting through your window, you get up and make your way to the kitchen to start making dinner. You browse through the cupboard before your eyes land on a package of pasta. Spaghetti it is.
As you wait for the meat to brown, your mind replays the events of the day. Landing back into the loop your thoughts had been stuck in all afternoon about Eddie. Trying to make sense of it all, of him. The moment your eyes locked this afternoon made your heart ache, and still does when you think of it now.
You aren’t sure when exactly you first fell in love with Eddie Munson.
The first day you met when he came to your rescue from bullies? That time in the woods when you were 10 when he insisted you be the trapped princess his mission was to rescue? The countless Friday nights you spent staying up late to watch The Midnight Special, eventually falling asleep on each other's shoulders? The first time he shared his mom’s records with you? The first time he really opened up to you about the loss of his mom, and the strenuous relationship with his Dad? That night your parents fighting got so bad you snuck out of your window and went to his trailer in tears, consoling you and doing anything he could to cheer you up? That time he almost went to fight your mom when he saw the red mark on your cheek? Or maybe it was the time he told you you’re beautiful the way you are, when your mom and everyone’s criticisms of your body weighed too heavily on your mind?
You can’t pinpoint which event triggered the change from seeing Eddie as your friend, to your crush. What event marked the transition to being in love with your best friend, seeing and imagining him in ways beyond a regular friend would. You aren’t sure when, but you know you’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember. An unrequited love that made your heart ache with every pet name bestowed upon you, with every flash of that devilish smile and irresistible dimples, with every use of his deep, animated voice for dramatic storytelling. An ache you’d decided for years you could stifle to keep his friendship. An ache that turned into a sharp pain hearing his voice over the phone, hundreds of miles away. A pain you’d decided you couldn’t bear anymore. Maybe if you hadn’t been in love with him, things would’ve been different. You wouldn’t have pulled away.
So foolish. Desperately longing for things you couldn’t have. Longing so desperately you pushed away the best person in your life, the very person you longed for. A decision that didn’t take long for you to regret, but in your mind was too late to fix. Now, after today, you aren’t so confident about that.
You sit on the couch with your mom, eating Spaghetti and watching Magnum P.I. reruns as your thoughts continue. Mindless small talk about your days, vision zoning out as you stare at the tv, petting Henny who sits in your lap, and a heightened awareness of Eddie’s presence only 100 feet away. An hour later when your mom announces she’s going to bed, you ponder how to spend the rest of your night. You know you won’t be able to fall asleep yourself anytime soon, anticipating one of those nights you won’t be able to shut your mind off.
You wander to your room, shutting your door as you reach into one of your dresser drawers for your little stash box. Sighing in frustration when you notice you only have enough left for one more smoke.
You roll a quick blunt before throwing on a flannel and slipping out the front door. You take a deep inhale of the fresh air, relishing in the cool breeze of the late September night as you begin the short walk to the little neighborhood park at the end of your street. You don’t notice the figure on the porch across the street smoking a cigarette in the dark as you walk, taking in the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves on the trees, the quietness of the park beyond the very faint sound of some network sitcom playing on a tv.
You sit on a swing and begin to move back and forth slowly as memories flood back. This playground hasn’t changed a bit since you first moved to Forest Hills Trailer Park 9 years ago. Paint faded and chipping, old mulch littered around the playground, and rusted metal chains on the swing that creaks with each movement. Eddie and you spent countless afternoons here in the early years of your friendship. Swinging together, laughing as you’d watch Eddie do the monkey bars, spinning each other on the merry-go-round till you thought you’d get sick.
You put the blunt to your lips and light it, taking a deep inhale as you look around the abandoned playground, hoping the weed would help to calm your mind enough to get some sleep. You rest your head against the metal swing chain, feet softly kicking at the mulch and dirt beneath you. You don’t hear the soft footsteps on pavement approaching you till they’re only a couple feet away, head shooting up at the intrusion when the sound meets your ears. Eddie clears his throat, hands in his vest pockets as he stands at the edge of the playground. Your movements still at the sight of him, streetlights illuminating his figure and messy curls. When your body stiffens and you remain silent, Eddie takes a few steps closer.
“I-uh, I come in peace, promise.” He says softly, raising his hands in surrender. “Mind if I join you?” he asks, head gesturing to the empty swing next to you. You only nod in response before casting your eyes down. You take another hit as he sits down next to you, praying the calming effects you sought would kick in quicker.
You’re both silent for a while, the light wind blowing through the trees, neighborhood noises, and soft creaks from the swing set the only sounds filling the space between you. Eddie’s knee bobs anxiously before he clears his throat.
“I um, just wanted to apologize for Friday. The way I acted, some of the things I said… I let my emotions get the best of me. I didn’t really give you much room to talk, and I’m sorry for that.” Eddie says nervously, eyes turning to look at you as he finishes. You nod in response again, not looking his way.
“I understand. I don’t blame you.” Silence falls between you again before you look towards him. “Thank you again, for earlier today. You didn’t need to step in like that.” Eddie chuckles softly.
“Oh, I know you could’ve handled him just fine on your own, but you shouldn’t have had to... It’s no problem, really. Not my first run in with him anyway.” You wonder just how many times Eddie’s had to deal with Carver and the other jocks, just how bad those run-ins have possibly gotten. In a sign signaling truce, you hand your blunt to him, offering a hit. He gladly accepts with a soft smile before taking a hit.
“Since when do you smoke the devil’s lettuce?”
You giggle softly, letting a smile spread to your cheeks.
“About a year now, same with these” You say, pulling the pack of cigarettes from your pocket enough for him to see. Eddie tsk’s in response, passing the blunt back to you.
“Naughty naughty.” He teases in a deep voice, eyeing you while blowing out smoke. You tear your eyes away and back to the mulch beneath your feet, the sight enough to send a shiver up your spine.
After a few more passes between you, the blunt is gone and you’re left to face the inevitable conversation. You rub your sweaty palms against your thighs as you work up the courage.
“I just wanted to say again, I’m sorry for how things went. For dropping contact. It’s entirely my fault and… I’m really sorry for doing that to you, Eddie. You didn’t deserve that.” Your eyes peek at him. He’s faced forward, nodding softly in response as he lights a cigarette. He moves his hips slightly, enough to turn his body more toward yours.
“So why did you do it?” he asks quietly, dark eyes looking up from his cigarette to meet yours. A somber look on his face, a stark contrast from a few days ago. You take a shaky deep breath while turning your head to look up at the stars littering the sky.
You can’t tell him the truth. You can’t tell him you stopped returning his calls because you were so in love with him that the distance, the sound of his voice over the phone caused your heart to ache so deeply that you couldn’t take it anymore, that you’d recluse to your room and cry after each call.
“We were so close and it hurt so much to be torn apart. Every time I heard your voice on the phone… it just” you take another deep breath, “it was just a reminder that I wouldn’t see you again and that just hurt too much to deal with. I didn’t want to deal with it. So… I secluded. I avoided you. I know it might not make sense, that it might not be a good enough answer for you, but it’s the only one I have.”
You didn’t exactly lie. It’s not the full truth but you were still as honest as you could let yourself be. He’s quiet for a minute as he takes in your words before letting out a deep sigh.
“I guess I get that,” He does, he felt the pain too. The way his heart ached in longing every time he heard your voice, every time he’s thought about you since. It wasn’t enough for him to stop calling, but he still understands you shared the same pain during every call. “But you could’ve seen me again, you’ve been visiting in the summers this whole time.” he protests softly.
“Eddie, when I stopped calling I didn’t know I was going to come back to visit.” You shake your head lightly before turning your body towards him, mirroring his. “I mean, I figured I’d come back and see my Dad eventually, but uh if you remember, he wasn’t exactly in the best mental state when we left and was also locked up so, I didn’t really know anything about what would happen.” You look away from him and towards your lap, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your flannel. “It’s not that I don’t regret it, I do. But by the time I changed my mind and found out about coming back in the summer I was just… like, paralyzed. It had only been two months after I stopped calling, but I was afraid. Afraid it was too much time that’d passed, afraid you’d moved on and replaced me, afraid you wouldn’t forgive me… so I didn’t do anything. Just let it be. The whole time I just told myself you probably didn’t care much anyway.” Eddie blinks at you, wide-eyed as you finish before scoffing lightly.
“You really think I would’ve ‘replaced’ you that easily? That quickly? You were my best friend too, Y/N. The closest I’ve ever had, even closer than Ronnie, you know that. How could you think I wouldn’t care?”
“Come on, Eddie. You’re telling me your brain never fucks with you like that?” You ask, fingers picking a cigarette out of your pack and lighting it quickly. After an inhale you continue, “I mean logically, I know that you felt the same about our friendship. Plenty of memories and moments to prove it. But I just kept thinking back to when I first told you I was leaving. Sure, you seemed disappointed but you weren’t as upset as I was, you didn’t cry. And despite knowing I've only seen you cry like, twice before in all those years, my brain still just clung onto that. Like ‘See! He doesn’t really care, not as much as you.’” You shake your head in disappointment and frustration with yourself as you take another hit. “It’s stupid, I know.”
“No,” Eddie answers quickly, squashing his own cigarette in the mulch with his Reebok sneakers. He looks at you, a sympathetic look etched across his features. “I know what that’s like.” You’re both quiet at first, letting the new information and understanding fall into place. You rock yourself back and forth on the swing slowly, gathering your words before you speak them.
“Look, I don’t expect you to forgive me and I don’t know what I could do to make it up to you but, I just need to say again that I’m sorry. I would take it all back if I could. I’ve really missed you.” You finish, eyes meeting his. You hope they’re portraying your sincerity as his own search your face. He looks away from you as a small smile tugs at one side of his lips, feet kicking at the mulch below.
“Yeah well… I missed you too.” You breathes out, eyes meeting yours again. A small smile tugs at your own lips. After a few moments of silence, he finishes. “I forgive you.”
He leans towards you, pinky finger extended. You choke out a laugh at the sight, relief washing over you. You wrap your pinky around his, closing your eyes to stop them from watering as your smile deepens.
When your fingers detach, you sigh deeply and open your eyes to meet his again.
“Thank you” you say quietly, warmth spreading through your body. It feels like a massive weight has been taken off your shoulders. The optimism and hope you haven’t felt since last Sunday, before your first day back at Hawkins, creeps its way back into your mind and body. You note how much lighter your chest feels as it moves with each breath, and the knot you’ve felt in your stomach for a week begins to loosen.
You stay there for a while, lightly swinging back and forth as you and Eddie dive into discussions about new bands, albums, and movies that have come out since you moved. Concerts you’ve been to since. Eddie smiles seeing that you haven’t changed one bit since you’d left, even mentioning bands and movies he hadn’t even heard of, promising to share your tapes with him at some point. He finds himself getting lost watching you as you excitedly describe the Journey concert you went to with your cousins in 83’. Smiling when he notices the sparkle in your eyes as you rave about Steve Perry’s voice and how they played your favorite songs. Laughing as you pout in jealousy when he describes the Metallica concert he went to with Gareth earlier this year. It all feels so familiar, so comfortable.
You’re so lost in conversation you don’t notice how much time passes by until Eddie checks his watch and whistles. It’s almost 11:30pm, nearly 2 hours since you first walked down to the playground. The hesitancy you held about your ability to get a goodnight’s rest tonight was gone. You feel like you’re floating as you and Eddie walk the short distance back to your trailers, Eddie telling you about Hellfire’s current campaign.
“You know, you’re more than welcome to join us sometime. You already know half the club.” He offers as you reach the end of your driveway.
“I’ll definitely think about it, thanks.” You give him a small smile.
“Cool. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” He returns your smile as he rocks back and forth on his heels lightly, hands shoved into his vest pockets.
“Oh, wait! Kind of an odd question but before I forget, do you know anyone around here that sells?” You ask as the thought of your now empty stash box pops into your head. Eddie smoked with you, you figure he knew where to get some around here.
And boy, did he.
A bright, cheeky smile stretches across his face.
“Oh yeah, I know a guy.” He says with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes before he bows dramatically, “Your friendly neighborhood drug dealer at your service, my dear.”
#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x plus size reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x plussize!reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#bestfriend!eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson
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LU headcanons 3 cuz I need to get my thoughts out of my head
-Warriors flirts w his friends as a joke, and nosey people will think he's being fr. So of course the only rational thing to do is harass him at bars.
-He hates the flirting, but loves the attention. He'll go out w a fake wedding ring so people will stop flirting with him. That doesn't stop them, of course, but it makes less people do it.
-Legend hates when his hair is pink, but Ravio thinks it's cute.
-Twilight always has the biggest, dumbest smile on his face whenever Malon compliments him and says she's proud of him. Same thing when Time does it. those r his parents guys
-Wild watches people sleep.
-Time was mentally screaming and crying when he saw Wild pull out Majora's mask but he acted calm.
-Time was probably tweaking tf out when Twi almost died cuz of the message that sheikah slate gave him. he probably cried in a corner once or twice when he was alone
-But now that Twilight isn't dying, he's still hella worried cuz then that means someone else is gonna die
-Not a lot of the chain know about the fierce deity's mask. The ones that do know abt it don't know exactly what it does, and Time will not be telling them anytime soon.
-Ravio may be a coward, but if he has no other option he's beating ur ass. with a big ass hammer
-Legend will go to the nearest shelter if she ever detects a storm brewing
-One time Legend was lost in a storm and couldn't find the other so she broke down like any sane person 💕💕
-Twilight is actually the sweetest person ever idk why he looks so mean
-Hyrule eats rocks
-Wild had a little sister that he lost to the calamity.
-Hyrule doesn't think, he just acts
-Legend has never told anyone about the cheer outfit, and probably never will. If he ever gets caught with it on, she'll probably cry 💀
-Sky LOVESSS LOVEESS Sun so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much
-Four isn't in love w Dot, he only sees her as a friend.
-I know Jojo said that Shadow Link isn't canon to LU, but.........shadow and four are boyfrien-WHAT WHO SAID THAT
-Warriors had ptsd from wars
-Legend loves to cuddle but he will never admit it
-Wind fell asleep on Malon's shoulder once because she sang him a lullaby. She carried him to his bedroom later while he was asleep. Her heart bursted with pride and love as she set him down on the bed.
-Malon sees all of the boys as her sons. She desperately wants children if u couldn't tell. and she deserves some
-Legend and Fable will pull pranks on annoying old people for fun
-Everytime Malon looks at Twilight she sees her and Time's future. She is especially motherly to him out of all the boys.
-Twilight pretends he doesn't feel immense joy when she is near him. but he does
#legend of zelda#the legend of zelda#linked universe#albw ravio#lu wind#lu legend#lu wild#twilight lu#lu time#lu ravio#lu warriors#lu twilight#loz#loz ravio#lu malink#lu malon#lu chain#I think of Malon's and Twi's son and mom relationship all the time#malon linked universe#malon x time#linked universe time#link
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All I Want Is You (Jey Uso x Ex-Girlfriend!)
Part 1
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PART 2
Friday August 4th
Josh walked into the arena holding hands with his 4 year old son. He had a camera crew following him for some type of vlog that was being shown on the WWE’s Youtube channel. The camera crew was filming him walking past a trailer that had Joe’s face on it. He said some snarky remark about looking better than Joe when his son tugged on his hand.
“Dad, look.” His son said. Josh looked to where his son was pointing and felt his heart skip a beat. He didn’t know she was going to be there. He knew he would probably see her at SummerSlam since it was an event for both shows but he wasn’t mentally prepared to see her tonight. “Can I go say Hi?” His son asked using his best puppy dog eyes. Josh nodded and let go of his hand.
Janelle was talking to Michael Cole when she felt someone wrapping their tiny arms around her legs.
“Hi J!” He smiled up at her, his two front teeth missing. She smiled and bent down to pick him up.
“Hey bud. How you been?” She asked, melting a little when he wrapped his arms around her neck.
“Good. I missed you.” He said still not letting go of her neck.
“I missed you too bud.” Josh felt his palms sweat when he got closer to Janelle, he prayed that he didn’t say anything stupid with the cameras on him. She arched her eyebrow at him when she noticed the camera crew but didn’t say anything about it..
“Come on. Let's go get some food.” He said to his son trying to pry him off of Janelle. With them and the camera crew laughing when his son just wrapped his arms and legs around Janelle tighter.
“No dad, I wanna stay with Nelle.” His son said, turning around and pouting at his dad.
“You guys know each other?” The cameraman asked, causing Josh to stutter before Janelle rolled her eyes and answered for him.
“We used to date.” She said
“Used too?” The cameraman laughed when Josh and Janelle turned their faces up at him. “My bad just asking.”
“Yeah used too, Mr. Nosey.” She said, rolling her eyes. Her expression softened when she brought her attention back to Josh’s son. “You don’t wanna go eat with daddy?” She asked, making Josh suck in a breath that hopefully the camera’s didn’t pick up. He loved when she called him that. When Xavier shook his head no Janelle turned her attention to Josh who was already looking at her. “He can stay with me until he’s ready to go with you.”
Josh nodded his head. “My cousin was going to sit at Ringside with him during the show, I'll let you know when she gets here.” Janelle nodded and walked off with Xavier leaving Josh with the camera crew. “Yall not gonna cut that out huh?” He asked, seeing the smirk on the cameraman's face.
“Why do you have my nephew?” Joe Anoa’i asked as he walked down the hallway seeing Janelle with Xavier.
“Because he likes me better than his dad.” Letting out a laugh when Xavier nodded his head in agreement. Joe took Xavier from Janelle.
“You actually talked to Josh?” He asked his eyes widening when she nodded her head. “It wasn’t awkward?”
“No gossip girl. I think we’re both over the break up.” Arching an eyebrow when Joe just gave her a ‘yeah okay’ look. “What's with the look?” She asked, taking Xavier back when he reached for her.
“I mean,” He paused and shrugged. “Y’alls breakup tore up a friend group.” Holding his hands up in defense when Janelle narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m just saying we all used to hang out then yall broke up and I hardly see you or Tati anymore.” Janelle rolled her eyes.
“Well, Tatianna is pregnant, so she’s not on the road anymore and I’m on Raw now.”
“Yeah well you would still be on Smackdown if you didn’t ask to get traded.” Janelle rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t ask to be traded”
“That’s not what I heard.” Janelle narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t understand where people were getting the rumor of her asking to be drafted over to RAW was coming from, but it was pissing her off.
“I’m going to walk away now.” She said, turning her back to him and walking away, not giving him a chance to respond.
“Damn I aint know Janelle was back on Smackdown.” Joe said as he sat down next to Josh in catering. Josh looked over at him.
“Tell me about it, X traded on me as soon as he saw her.” He said picking up his fork to continue eating.
“So how did it feel to see her again?” Joe asked.
“Damn Uce, what you a reporter now?” Joe laughed.
“Nah, I'm just wondering, I know things ended badly between y’all.” Josh nodded his head and swallowed his food before answering.
“Yeah, but I think we’re both over it. It was months ago.” Josh looked at his phone when it beeped with a notification. It was Janelle telling him that Xavier had fallen asleep and she needed somewhen quiet to put him. He told her to meet him at catering so he could take Xavier back to his dressing room.
“I’ll see you later Uce.” Josh said, standing up, throwing his trash away and walking out of catering to wait for Janelle.
“Hey.” Josh turned and smiled at her, taking Xavier’s sleeping body from her.
“Thank you,” He said to her. “For taking Xavier when he wanted to go with you. You didn’t have to take him.” He finished when she arched her eyebrow at him.
“It was no problem.” She said rocking on her heels, when they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. “I’m gonna..” She started pointing behind her.
“He nodded his head. “It was nice to see you Janelle.”
“You too Josh, good luck tonight and tomorrow.” She said before turning around and walking away.
Janelle didn’t see Xavier or Josh for the rest of the show. After meeting with Paul and confirming that she was definitely moving back to the blue brand. She headed to the parking lot stopping when she heard Xavier throwing a tantrum.
“No!.” The 4-year old yelled out. “I wanna go see Nelle.” Josh looked around desperately.
“ I don’t think she’s here anymore X. Come on we can get McDonald’s” Xavier wasn’t trying to hear that though. He started crying and kicking his legs harder. Janelle walked over to them.
“Xavier. What’s wrong?” Xavier broke free from Josh’s grip and ran over to Janelle.
“I wanna stay with you.” He cried into her leg. Janelle felt her heart break, she didn’t know that her and Josh’s breakup had this type of effect on Xavier. Josh crouched down so he was eye level with Xavier.
“Xav, come on we talked about this daddy and Nelle don’t share a room anymore.” Him saying that only caused Xavier to cry harder. He looked up her.
“Help me.” He mouthed to her. She cleared her throat and pried Xavier off of her legs and picked him up.
“Okay. How about your daddy go and get the food and me and you can go back to the hotel and watch movies. I’ll stay until you go to sleep.”
“Promise.” He asked, pouting at her. She nodded.
“I promise..” She looked back at Josh. “You wanna take my rental and I’ll take yours?” He nodded and gave her the keys and his keycard.
“Room 3310, Jon is there.” Janelle groaned and nodded her head putting Xavier into the car seat. “Whatchu want to eat?” He asked her, holding the driver's door open for her. She shrugged.
“You know what I like.” She said before shutting the door and starting the car.” She looked in the rear view mirror at Xavier who was smiling at her and she could help but smile back. Starting the car with a sigh, she started driving to the hotel
Xavier talked her head off the whole journey up to the hotel room. Janelle didn’t mind though. She missed being around him. They finally made it to the room, opening the door Janelle let out a surprised shriek when she saw Jon standing in his underwear.
“Ayo, whatchu doin?!” He yelled as he ran into his room. She laughed and placed Xavier on the couch, crouching down to take off his shoes.
“Do your boxers have frogs on them?” She said laughing when he came out of the room and threw a pillow at her.
“Shut up, my mom gave them to me.” That caused Janelle to laugh even harder. “Why are you here?” He said walking over to his nephew and giving him a pound.
“Me and Xavi having a movie night.” She said untying the laces on her heels and slipping them off her feet. Jon arched an eyebrow and her.
“Just you and X?” He looked over to his nephew who was cuddled up against Janelle. Normally he would be ripping and running around the whole hotel room, tearing shit up. But now he looked so content with just being close to Janelle.
“No Josh too.” He looked over at her. “What? We broke up months ago. I’m over it, I'm pretty sure he’s over it and I’m doing it for Xavier. He had a whole tantrum at the arena.”
“You might be over it, but I know my brother, he aint over it.” Janelle ignored his statement and turned her attention to the cartoon that Xavier was watching.
Josh didn’t immediately pull off from the arena. He sat in the car for a bit. “What the fuck.” He muttered, scrubbing his hand over his face. He 100% wasn’t over their break up. He wasn’t even sure why they broke up. He came home one day to all her stuff packed and placed by the front door, the house keys and car keys on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t even think of reasons why they broke up, they were happy or at least he thought they were happy.
Josh pulled off, driving to the nearest McDonalds, his thoughts shifting to the ring box in his closet.
The sound of someone knocking on the door paused Janelle, Jon and Xavier’s game of hide-and-seek.
“That must be Josh. I have his keycard.” She said walking over and opening the door. She took the drink out of his hand and set them down at the kitchen table. Jon walked over to the bags looking in them. Scoffing when he only sees two meals and a happy meal.
“Man, you knew I was here.” He grumbled going over to the hotel’s restaurant menu and looking at it. “I'm hungry too.” Josh ignored him though. His eyes on Janelle as he watched her help Xavier sit at the table.
“What?” She asked when she turned around and noticed him still standing there, staring at her. He shook his head and mumbled ‘nothing’ before grabbing his food out of the bag and going to sit on the couch with his brother. He looked over at Janelle when she cleared her throat. She nodded her head over to the empty chair next to Xavier.
“What are you doing?” She asked. He sighed and got up from the couch and made his way over to the table. Giving her a look when she started laughing.
Jon watched them with a small smile on his face, hoping that they could talk out their problems and get back together. They were good for each other. He got up and walked into his room, giving them privacy.
After they ate, they went into Josh and Xaviers shared room. Janelle stood awkwardly by the door as Josh helped Xavier into his pajamas.
Josh went into the bathroom to change, leaving Janelle and Xavier.
“Can I sit in the middle of you and daddy?” He asked, already climbing into the bed.
“Of course,” she smiled at him, walking towards the bed, wishing she had a change of clothes. She climbed into the bed next to him, tucking her legs so that her underwear wasn’t showing.
“So what are we watching?” Josh asked as he came back into the room, dressed in some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Janelle looked down and Xavier, who was looking at her already.
“You want me to pick?” He nodded his head and snuggled closer to her.
“Wow this is a lot of pressure.” She said, tickling his sides making him giggle. “Lets watch SpiderMan” Josh nodded and grabbed the remote to turn the movie on.
15 minutes into the movie Xavier was rocked. Janelle looked down when he started to snore and laughed.
“Guess he was sleepy.” She said, sitting up slightly so she wouldn’t wake him up. With Josh’s help she maneuvered him so he was laying on a pillow and not on her. “Well, goodnight.” She said, cracking the door so that the light from the living room wouldn’t wake Xavier.
Josh looked over at Xavier to make sure he was secured and followed Janelle out of the room.
“Wait.” He called out after her. She turned around, leaning against the front door. “Thank you, for coming to be with Xavier, I don’t know how I would’ve calmed him down.” She nodded her head.
“It was no problem, you know I love Xavier.” That caused Josh to scoff. “What was that for?” She said, crossing her arms.
“How you love him, but you abandoned us.” She gasped.
“I didn’t abandon him or you Joshua. We broke up.” He shook his head.
“No, you broke up with me, leaving me and my son heartbroken, that little boy asked about you for months. And what was I supposed to say? Janelle left you just like your mom?!”
“That was uncalled for Josh!” She said, raising her voice slightly. He shrugged.
“Well it's true and I'm not apologizing for it.”
“Joshua, we broke up, I moved out. Was I supposed to still come around?” She asked, frowning. She should’ve known this conversation was going to happen.
“Why did we break up? Why did you move out? Im still fuckin’ confused.” She groaned and rolled her eyes.
“Josh, come on. We argued everyday, we saw each other at work and at home. There was no escape.” He furrowed his eyebrows at her.
“What argument? We had slight disagreements.” She scoffed at that.
“Josh we yelled from the time we woke up til the time we fell asleep.”
“So what, we were going thru a rough patch, but that doesn’t mean you leave me and my son.”
She groaned and threw her head back against the door, “I love Xavier, but I wasn’t ready to be a mom. I felt overwhelmed. There I was playing house with you-” He cut her off.
“Playing house? Seriously?”
“I wasn’t ready for that lifestyle! And then you kept talking about how good of a mom I was to X and how you couldn’t wait until we had kids of our own.” She was growing frustrated with him. Why couldn't he see where she was coming from. She was young and wanted to have fun. Did he understand the sacrifices she made for him and his son?
“That's how people who love each other and want to spend the rest of their lives together talk, Janelle!”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore Josh. I just wanna go to sleep.” She said as she opened the door.
“Go ahead, run away like you always do.” She sighed and let the door close behind her, she wasn’t lying when she said she loved Xavier, she really did. And she wasn’t lying when she said that she wasn’t ready to be a mom.
When she started dating Josh, she knew he had a son but she didn’t know he was a full time dad. Xavier would stay with Josh’s mom when he was on the road but all that changed when Xavier met Janelle, he didn’t want to leave her side. So Xavier started coming on the road with them and wherever Janelle went so did he. He would sit on the equipment boxes behind the camera, while she did her interviews. It got to the point where she was missing out on social events to stay with Josh and Xavier.
She wiped tears from her eyes as she got on the elevator and pressed the button to her floor.
Hopefully this will only be 2 parts. Enjoyy ❤️
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DCXDP prompt
Ok, so there's plenty of Danny laying low or freaking out about the no meta rule, but I have this CRAVING of someone for once just explaining it to him? Like whoever bird or birds he's talking to just leans in and whispers "Wanna know a secret? That's mostly just a mind control precaution. I mean would you want to see Supes jacked up on fear gas? If the league do come over he prefers to be called first so he's close if something happens."
Danny- "Oh... yeah that makes sense actually, that shit isn't fun to be under.."
"Wait is THAT why you have that string of robberies on your record?!"
"That and the time my whole town got possessed in order to make me look bad and get arrested.."
The bird then drags Danny into the cave to open Bruce's file on him, and they both sit down and fill in the gaps on the shadier spots of his record. Heck Danny eventually gives Bats a few thermoses and other less harmful but still disabling device blueprints to add to the contingency file cause even if Dan is in therapy and on probation he knows his shit luck will probably make it needed sooner rather than later and he knows how fast it will go bad.
It comes in very handy at the next gala when Vlad attempts to have a duplicate overshadow Bruce who refuses to take his business propositions. Vlad gets nosey before Danny pulls up his king rights and makes vlad take an Oath (the magic binding kind) to not mess with Bruce or his family or reveal any of their super identities to anyone at all. Constantine is there beforehand to read over the contract and outthink any loopholes before vlad can take advantage of them.
Danny gives them samples of ecto-dejecto for medical emergencies, the Bat's keep them refreshed and in stock especally after they meet Ellie and hear about her stability problems. With help from Frostbite and Danny's ok they start working on a more reliable formula just for Ellie's sake.
Yes Jason is calmer around the halfas and he is slowly stabilizing enough form a proper core from it, (not an instant fix this time!) whether hes becoming a true halfa, more towards a remnant, or both they arent sure. But one night when the phantoms arent around Jason is having a bad time, reacting from something he was hit with during a fight. Tim just grabs one of the ecto-pens on a whim and it just flushes out the toxin so fast Jay passes out. When he wakes up his core has had a good growth spurt, its still not complete yet but he's beginning to get some minor abilities, the Phantom sibs start coaching him before it gets strong enough for Jason to turn completely intangible and if Jay starts complaining? Clockwork whisks them ALL up to the tower for a home movie night of Danny's greatest fails. Grampa has a collection, good and bad XD. Yes Danny is cringing in shame while eating Clockwork's ecto cookies but Jason is slowly starting to understand the importance of getting the basics right cause he does NOT want to accidentally sink completely under the ground without being able to get back out no thank you!!
What core type would he get anyway? Shadow's like Johnny because of the stealth perks? Earth to prevent being buried again? Would he have literature as a secondary obsession cause obviously he's gonna follow Danny into the family/protection category but since Danny also has a space obsession why not?
He puts Jazz's name in the list of superhero safe therapists, the fact she's already making waves at Arkam is only boosting her reputation. Especially once they read her paper on ghost obsessions and how sometimes they are comparable to hyper-fixations in autistics in the way they both satisfy and promote healthy growth for a ghosts physical and mental state but also how being deprived of them or forced to go against them can be severely harmful to their literal health.
And that was one thing the birds kept tripping on to understand whenever they needed to bench one of the halfas but they would end up just hovering around NEEDING to be helpful no mater how much they are told to go back to bed. They also get a whole new understanding on what happened to Dan cause yeah his whole timeline is based on loosing his family and retaliating out of grief.
So from then on the halfas are allowed to help with little tasks as long as they do not strain their recovery at all. Whenever Danny gets sickly and depressed they take him up to the watch tower, Ellie gets lessons in different languages so she can interact more when they let her join them on international trips, Jason gets set loose in a newly discovered bookstore when the manor's or Bab's library isn't enough, and Dan.. they're still figuring him out but he seems to enjoy wrecking little play city set ups and games where you play as the monster like Godzilla or Rampage along with general ghost sibling rough housing. (Lilo and Stitch is his favorite movie but you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit it,)
As for ships, definitely anger management. Jason becomes an unofficial fourth Phantom sib. Platonic everlasting trio cause Danny loves his friends and they will pet him like a cat for hours while his tail coils around them possessively like a giant snake and still make memes of it when he's grumpy. Brain dead is fun also, especially if Danny or the others are capable of Little Baby Man form and Tim has to fight Damian for cuddle rights! Bats has his usual girls but hey superman isn't that bad to hang around either.
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Explanation for my unpleasant gradient and infected dynamic headcanon!
Ok let’s get one thing out of the way:
I headcannon that unpleasant gradient is infected/kaspers ADOPTIVE father
if that makes you uncomfortable, no worries! Simply ignore it or ask me to tag just in case.
now for the people actually interested in why I headcannon as such, I’ll explain in this blog! So strap in for my ramblings lol.
WHY? AND HOW?
ok let’s get the obvious out of the way:
Unpleasant always appears from infecteds apartment. And ONLY infecteds apartment. Nothing else.
which is obviously weird. I know that other npc’s only spawn from one place (i.e infected from his own apartment or pest from the subway) but this almost always correlates with their lore in some way. If unpleasant had spawned somewhere else then it wouldn’t be such a big deal but this MAJOR evidence for my headcannon.
of course he could just be a really annoying roommate but I’ll explain this in my next point-
-which is THIS:
Litteraly who the fuck follows their “roommate” around once they get an injury, you wouldn’t do that type of stuff unless….
It’s your child.
yeah that’s right, I believe that unpleasant is actually just a worried dad. Which explains why it always follows infected around and why it has such close correlation.
on top of that there’s infecteds skateboard, who the hell gets a skateboard directly based off of their supposed roommate? Unless of course. Infected actually looked up to unpleasant and based his skateboard off of it.
“BuT kEvIn WhAt aBoUt ThIs!?!?1!1?”
I honestly have no idea what to say of this. I’ll be honest lmao. But I’m guessing it’s probably the fact that it’s just teenage angst and/or him hating on unpleasant because he’s technically not his “real” dad.
“bUt ErM kEvIn wHy WoUlD hE eAt HiS CaT tHeN ☝🏼🤓”
Because erm actually anon there’s 0 fucking evidence he ate the fuckass cat there’s only speculation and coincidences who the hell knows maybe it’s KASPER himself (I actually headcannon that but it’s a topic for another time)
ok now that I’ve THOSE out of the way it’s time for general headcannons!! ^_^
General headcannons + ramblings!
number one! Since unpleasant is pretty much fixated on ‘cringe’ things (skibidi toilet and unfunny 2020’s jokes) it could play a factor on why infected dosent like having him around, he’s chill. But he’s basically the embodiment of embarrassment. Whether that’d be through his habits (nose-picking, messy eating, etc.) or his humor (as stated before) he’s pretty much the dad that embarrasses you wherever you go.
on top of that, the difference and the opposite nature of both infected and unpleasant makes it quite hard for anyone to really think they’re even partially related. Which is why infected takes advantage of the fact that he can say he’s a “creep” / stalker and anyone can believe him.
However despite their difference in nature. Unpleasant and infected are actually not all that awfully different. They’re both mentally stuck in a period of time (2010 with infected, 2020’s with unpleasant) and they’re both ‘cringe’ in their own respective ways. So despite their opposing beliefs and humor, they’re actually not all that different.
this and unpleasant would be the type of ‘protective and nosey’ dad. Constantly trying to see what is up with his adoptive son while also trying to protect him ever since he got the infection. To which infected retaliates and pushes it further, thinking he deserves to live his life the way he sees fit. Even if it means getting in trouble sometimes. Which is probably why no one is comfortable with unpleasant, it only suspects everybody.
Anddd that’s all! I think- But man that was a woozy to write- I hope you all like it! Who knows if this does well I might write more of my headcannons! For now though I’m gonna log off for the evening- Bye bye!
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Marechi!
[𝙐𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨! 𝙓 [𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!]
Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3!
WARNINGS!;Future parts will contain NSFW content
This part contains
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Innaproptite
/ˌinəˈprōprēət/
"there are penalties for inappropriate behavior”
⏝︶︶⏝︶ ୨୧ ︶⏝︶︶⏝
強くて美しい
He left you alone in the snow with your thoughts and a saliva-coated lip. You were not turned on by what you're assuming is a human-eating monster with blaring communication issues. If anything you were upset he didn't finish the job, who knew when you would get a moment of peace now?
Luckily you knew where the dead guy's house was - as you started to walk back.
The way you were acting confused you, you weren't hit with a panic attack and didn't feel the need to run away screaming when Kokushibo appeared. Maybe it just hasn't hit you yet? You didn't know how long you would be here, and what for so you might as well tidy up.
Not that it seemed Kokushibo would care.
Taking someone's home like this was extremely disrespectful, and cleaning it only made you think back to your home. You had to get back to France somehow- but you were in no condition to travel, especially like this.
Putting the torn mat back in place you sighed. Where in the world was Kokushibo he said he would “Get the animal himself” but was taking forever. No way his massive ass had trouble finding and killing one you thought opening one of the dead man's many closets. Inside there were a couple of kimonos that definitely didn't belong to him, great were they in a murderer who was murdered house?
Sighing which seemed something you were doing a lot more often you pulled out a match and a candle you found out of their cabinets lighting it. You were unsure of how you were gonna get proper clothing seeing as you didn't want to get lost again.
Rekindling the fire you sat back down, you would wait for the six-eyed man- and if you were Luckily you could get some answers out of him.
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“ I killed someone just for you Kokushibo- dono don't I get a reward?” Giggled the cult leader. Kokushibo was annoyed with the demon and tried many times to stop him from following, but he wouldn't budge.
“Why would you need a female human's clothes anyway kokushibo- dono, don't tell me you've been delving into crossdressing recently?”
“ You're annoying me, Douma” Kokushibo didn't care for using any titles the demon withheld, he needed to get it through his thick skull he didn't want him bugging him.
Douma giggled again still following him- unwanted the cult leader was curious is all. Kokushibo was carrying a dead animal that he didn't need to eat, AND carrying a woman's clothes?
They were treading their way through the forest back to the House. Kokushibo was a little angry you left the spot he told you to stay in, but it was for the best.
“A House? You've seriously downgraded Kokushibo- your house before was far better than this?” The 6 eyed demon grimaced how the fuck did he no he's never been invited let alone let near the perimeter.
Why hasn't he destroyed his rainbow-eyed skull is simply because Muzan wouldn't enjoy replacing the uppermoon two. He was unbelievably strong surpassing Akaza in less than a decade of being turned.
Opening the door without his permission Douma glided in looking around. He was like a nosey neighborhood what the hell?
Much like Douma Kokushibo was looking around too, not for the same thing, however. Where were you? Finally walking back to the makeshift bed, he made you.
You were dozing off which was unfortunate because he was about to wake you up. He quietly approached you from behind you. You were sitting facing the fire most likely trying to stay warm. Bending slightly over your head he dropped the rabbit in front of you almost laughing as you sprung up. That woke you up, but Douma's nosey ass looking through this house's cabinets didn't?
Rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes you blinked, eyes readjusting you looked up at Kokudhibo staring down at you. Looking at him you remembered his earlier menstruation and quickly looked back down spotting the dead rabbit.
I mean he tried at least?
Refusing to look back up at him whose eyes were boring into your soul you grabbed the rabbit.
“ Wel- before you could get another word in someone walked through the opening in the room. He was tall as well, literally, what are they feeding them? Donning White hair with extremely pale skin the man giggled.
“ Is this what you're so focused on Kokushibo-dono? A foreigner?” he walked closer toward the pair, but not without the intense displeasure of Kokushibo. Squatting down he gave you a once over even going as far as sniffing you before you became nervous again.
Was this another creature much like Kokushibo?
His eyes are magnificent.
Finally finishing his intrusion into your personal space he grabbed your wrist in his hand turning it right-side up so he could see the gains in your wrist. He was cold to the touch causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. It was like the demon completely forgot Kokushibo was there hyperfocused on you. Much like Kokushibo had before he was drooling. Gliding his tongue down the stripe of your wrist he grazed your skin until he made his way back to your wrist biting down.
Blood trickled from your wrist as he continued to greedily lap it up before Kokushibo pulled his head back. Holding him in place Kokushibo drank the blood oozing from your wrist as well to the displeasure of Douma. They weren't verbally communicating at all until the cut stopped bleeding.
Your wrist was wet and sticky as Douma wiped the dry blood they had surprisingly missed off of your wrist pulling back from you.
“ WOAH! I don't know what came over me miss, that was extremely rude of me- especially without and introduction !” he laughed his face flushed as he scratched behind his ear.
Here you thought you finally understood why some 6-eyed creature made you feel jelly and now some white-haired demon was in on it too?
What are they playing at?
A silence running over the three of you.
beady eyes glaring down at you, you gulped your face was heated as you nursed your question the two demons still having a silent conversation.
“You need to eat,” Kokushibo said composing himself. Once again playing off the fact he just went softcore on you again.
“ KOKUSHIBO! - Humans have to cook rabbits first before eating them, and even then they have to be skinned and cleaned.” Douma shook his head at him shame, Shame’.
One pointy finger aimed at the rabbits neck a simple slice at the air and it's neck detached from its already lifeless frame. Recomposing yourself-your wordlessly reached for the rabbit.
Kokushibo got up once again leaving you alone, but this time with the rainbow-eyed demon. His eyes were intently wat thing you.
“What Are you?” The Demon you now know as Douma asked.
“What- what do you mean?”
Sorry I SHORT MAN I HAD TO POST BEFORE FINALS TOOK EVERYTHING OUT OF ME
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OMG FINALLY!!
I've been trying to send an ask for the past 3 days and it wouldn't let me 😭
The levi brainrot is bad‼️
Okay so imagine this
After living in the hol for a while you notice things begin to go missing, specifically your panties. You decide your just being forgetful of where you placed your things and move on. One day, Levi asks you to meet him in his room, but when you arrive he isn't there. You wait for awhile but he shows no sign of arriving, so you, being the little nosey thing you are, begin to look around. It starts off innocent, your admiring his figurine collection when you see a hint of red fabric out of the corner of your eye. You walk over to his bed and grab the clothing item to find its your..panties? You look down and see a box peaking out from under his bed, you grab and open it. It's all of your panties that went missing! But, why does levi have it? You hear the door open and then leviathan screams. You turn around, box in hand, and see how red levi is. I mean, he's redder then the fabric you were previously holding. He begins to stutter out an explanation and it finally hits you. "Your a pathetic little panty stealer, huh levi? He practically moans at your words as you notice his growing buldge. You look at him, a devilish look in your eyes. "Y'know, if you wanted me this bad all you had to do was ask." Hes panting at this point so desperate for your harsh words "But now that you've gone and been a little thief, you'll have to beg for it." You slowly walk towards him, "Well? Are you gonna be a good little slut and beg?"
That got a lot longer then I planned it to be 🧍♀️
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Nsfw content MDNI
Istg I still don’t know what’s wrong with my ask box 😭 it hates me I swear!- and uhhhh idk what happened Levi just eats at my brain 🧍🏼♀️CW: probably typos, sorry!! dom (?) gn!reader. Hand job / blowjob, ruined orgasm, degrading, lil bit of marking (my biting kink tbh) (Levi receiving all of it!!) 
Levi felt heat rush to his face at your words, his breath hitching as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. He had never wanted you to find out……but at the same time, the way you immediately talked down to him….well, he’s a pervert….it turned him on.
"I-I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself…” Levi whispered, his eyes locked onto the floor. "Please...please…..please let me make it up to you. I'll do anything. P-please…”
You smirked at his words, just taking a moment and basking in the power you held over him. You slowly walked towards him, your hand reaching down to grab his stiffening cock, clicking your tongue in mock disappointment, "Anything, huh? Well then, let's see just how far you're willing to go.”
Levi let out a small whimper as you began stroking his cock through his pants. He was completely under your control….and he loved it~
"Please, please, please f-fuck…please M-MC, I'll- I meant it!! I’ll do anything, just t-tell me….” he begged, his hips thrusting into your hand.
You pull his cock out and rub your thumb over the tip, giving him a few slow strokes, “Then you’ll be good for me, right Levi?”
Levi nodded, immediately, “Y-yes!! I'll be good for you, MC, I- I- oh fuck- I promise…please” Levi replied, his voice shaking as you continue to tease his cock.
Levi whines as the feeling of pleasure building as you worked him harder. Soon he was gasping for breath. Fuck it felt good to have such a powerful demon weak from your touch~
You leaned in close, your hot breath tickling his ear. "Dirty pervert…..you really are gross Levi…” you murmured, as you brought your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Yes!! I am, s-so gross…p-p-please don’t stop!!!”
Levi moaned, his hand reaching up trying to grab onto your hair as he tried to keep himself from giving into the pleasure, just yet.
Obviously you weren't done with him~ You pulled away from his neck, eyes locking with his as you slowly sink to your knees.
"At least you know…..but now…let's see just how good you can be.” you said, as you wrap your lips around his cock.
Your lips and tongue working in tandem to push Levi closer to the edge. You could feel his body tensing up with every passing second, his hips  subconsciously thrusting forward as he gave in to the warmth of your mouth.
With each flick of your tongue, each gentle suck of your lips, he was pushed closer and closer to his orgasm. Levi is panting heavily now, one hand covering his face as the other tangled desperately in your hair as he begged for release. Endlessly self-degrading words fell from his lips as you sucked him off……
Before Levi knew it, you were pulling away….his orgasm ruin and you standing up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
A satisfied smirk across your face when Levi sobbed out “W-why w-what are you doing?!?” But you still pulled away, "I'd say you made it up to me, Levi.” you said, a sly twinkle in your eye, as you made your way to his bedroom door.
Opening the door and stepping out into the hall, “Oh and Levi~” you waited until he looked at you, “-no cumming until I say you can.” and you’re gone.
Leaving a very red, very horny and very upset Levi in his room. Alone again.
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where they would work
MHA HCs
Kirishima
Starbucks . ° •
He’s just so happy to be able to make people their favorite drinks.
It’s kind of endearing how he loves the shop as much as he does and he doesn’t even like coffee. Sometimes he’ll be curious about the taste of the various coffees he’s made.
He knows what it’s like to have a messed up order (and misspelled name) so he’s very meticulous with how he serves every order.
When writing a customers name on a cup, he’ll draw little doodles beside it.
Because of his bubbly personality tons of regulars flood the shop whenever he works. If he’s off shift, the shop is ridiculously empty.
His manager makes sure to keep him up front at all times because he brings in good money.
“Where’s Kirishima? The shop’s practically dead.”
“It’s his off day sir.”
Sero
Hot Topic/Spencer’s . ° •
You can’t tell me he wouldn’t work at one of these stores.
I can just imagine him wearing his usual clothes with a little employee name tag on his shirt as he talks your head off about his favorite bands at checkout.
“Look all I’m saying is Sleeping with Sirens were way ahead of their time. Gotta pay respect ya know?”
Will 100% be nosey about what you’re buying if it interests him in any way. Getting a graphic tee of your favorite artist? He’s all over it asking when you first stanned.
He finally found out what was at the back of Spencer’s and won’t stop cracking jokes about it.
Makes use of his employee discounts and shows up the next day wearing a shirt he got off the display for 75% off.
Kaminari
GameStop . ° •
Self explanatory really. Denks is such a dude’s dude he loves all types of games so why not work where he can be surrounded by them all the time?
He works cash and restocks merchandise, games, rentals and such.
When he first realized how broke he was he thought “getting a job” meant he was gonna have to slave away in an office somewhere crunching numbers. Who knew he’d have so much fun at work.
He’s practically best friends with his co-workers… except his discord mod manager. He doesn’t talk to him very much.
He chucks it up with customers who come up to him asking for the latest drops or game recommendations. He knows the ins and outs of their products and always points them in the right direction based on their preferences.
“Oh you’re wanting something similar to Overwatch? Whatever you do, don’t go Valorant. It’s kinda sucky really. Here, Apex is so much better, especially if you main Seer.”
Bakugou
McAllister’s . ° •
Okay now stay with me, it sounds random as hell to say he’d work at a deli but it makes PERFECT sense.
He’s got skill in the kitchen and I feel like he can make a mean sandwich. Bakugou as a butcher also makes sense.
When he first starts working at the deli, his manager puts him on cashier and he hates it. Having to listen to overly complicated orders drives him batty.
Needless to say, his manager put him in the kitchen after that. And thank god for that because he prefers it in the back anyways.
He secretly loves cooking for people so although he might gripe about an insane amount of pastrami going on one sub, he knows someone will eat well because of his efforts.
“What kind of a shit sandwich is this? Shit’s pissing me off I’m not making this.”
#mha headcanons#mha drabbles#mha x reader#bakugou headcanons#sero headcanons#kirishima headcannons#kaminari headcanons#bakusquad headcanons#mha hcs#bakugou katsuki#denki kaminari#hanta sero#kirishima eijirou
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ask time!! do you have any obscure/niche headcanons of your fav ships? (whether in general or specific to a fic) i wanna know bestie!! -baflegacy
@baflegacy i was not ignoring you i promise just thinking VERY HARD. okay im gonna do specific fics bc otherwise my brain will melt like goop right out of my ears
the right side of my neck (still smells like you):
shayne and kimmy text each other immediately after work. "did he tell you" "did HE tell YOU" and meanwhile spommy are talking to each other like "oh my god those two are gonna have a fucking field day with this one"
spencer always trims tommy's hair after that whenever he asks. he's basically a hairdresser now honestly icon behavior
tommy gets confused bc all the sudden his shampoo starts getting used up and he's like ??? turns out spencer's been using it every time he showers there. "bro it smells like you." tommy just gets him his own bottle LKNDNFKNF
baby, you're a haunted house:
first official date is to a horror movie <3
they come into the office later and ALL of the crew is laughing at them. rightfully so. by the end of the day the whole office knows and is bullying them mercilessly.
shayne and kiana will take credit for getting them together until the end of their days (they didn't do anything but they pretend that they did <3)
he said baby (that's what he called me):
when tommy wakes him up for dinner they Do Not talk about it because spencer genuinely doesn't remember saying it and tommy is a nervous wreck. spencer notices but doesn't ask because tommy will talk about it when he's ready <3 also tommy makes spaghetti
they lay on the couch for the rest of the night bc tommy knows spencer's gonna be Awake now so he's gonna stay up with him. they play some video games and throw on a movie. eventually tommy falls asleep on the couch using spencer as a pillow
tommy starts packing spencer's lunch for the next day because he's manifesting he'll take care of himself better <3
they lost their minds and fought the wars;
tommy trying to teach spencer how to cook era ensues!! it does not go very well. spencer keeps almost burning down the kitchen. but tommy persists! he learns how to make more than breakfast eventually and no longer burns toasts <3
courtney asks spencer about the card bc they're nosey and so she Must. the irresistable urge to know things, just like me fr. spencer immediately goes red and tommy has to jump in to protect him from being teased for the rest of his life FKLNWNNN (it's not easy)
spencer gets some stars tattooed. that's it that's the whole headcanon. and im going crazy about it.
i could be the reason (you don't sleep at night):
they barely leave their room. for the rest of the weekend. chanse makes fun of them maliciously for this. arasha is more "go gays! gay it up!" about the whole thing.
kimmy comes over and is like "omg your bed is so tidy angela how do you do it!!" and angela doesn't have the heart to tell her she decided to be gay instead of sleeping in her own bed so she just goes "uhhh slept on top of the covers" shayne-style
they both ride in rock's car on the way home <3 and they both sleep <3 rock is also pro but anti pda in the car ya nasties
‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours:
instead of abby lee miller, spencer and tommy do horror movie-themed carves (spencer does sam trick r treat bc i said so and tommy does pinhead Also because i said so)
they also do a couple's costume bc tommy is just that bitch, respectfully. the couple from the shining methinks. tell me they wouldn't eat that up.
spencer gradually gets more comfortable with pda and tommy generally eases up. they meet in the middle <3
right where you left me:
for the next few halloweens shayne is ALWAYS on edge. just in case you know. what if he lets his guard down and it happens again. damien just comes to understand "this is gonna be how it is" and always makes sure to pay extra special attention and take care of him on halloween <3
they move like. stupidly fast in their relationship which everyone else thinks is a little. strange. but damiens been in love with shayne for as long as he's known him and shayne has lived through a time loop so yeah they're moving in together as soon as one of their leases end and saying i love you within days what about it!
shayne turns off taylor swift songs any time he hears them. damien does Not Ask and also begins to pre-emptively turn off her music. in fact EVERYONE comes to understand Not to put ts on office party mixes because shayne WILL take control of the aux
sunflower:
tommy starts spending All his time at spencer, arasha, and shayne's apartment because he's gonna take all the time with spencer he can get because his job (the school newspaper? tommy thinks?) takes up so much time. this leads to of course shayne and arasha having to quickly and comically hide any spiderman-related things around the house
the next time tommy sees spiderman he expects it to be awkward and spencer, kind of forgetting the whole rejection happened bc the love confession also happened, is like "??? huh. oh. OHHH i mean. ohhh noooo my broken heart :(((("
shayne talks about how he gave one of arasha's partners the shovel talk and tommy's like "lol you didn't give me the shovel talk shayne what are you homophobic" and shayne's like "oh no. i gave SPENCER the shovel talk. you're too cool for him to fuck this up"
dancing on my own:
in my brain trevor enters smosh in the domoverse and spends a lot of time hanging out with spencer and sees what's going on INSTANTLY. i might touch on this in the sequel but he is less afraid to meddle than anyone else and if he spots spencer getting uncomfortable will offer to sub in for a video for him or will drag him out of a conversation / a room. yeah. lil brother trev :')
as part of his birthday present for tommy, spencer gets bussy some official adoption papers. obviously.
courtney and kiana are stressing and texting about all this CONSTANTLY. tommy will look over at court and be like "you look stressed is everything okay" and court will slam their phone on the table and go like "NOTHING. UHHHH TAXES." and change the subject
blue christmas:
at the christmas party the next night shayne does end up showing and having a great time. chanse is an excellent party host and has them play a bunch of games that makes him feel like he isn't a stranger to these people at all. not to mention chanse's friends are just cool
the office actually doesn't find out for Forever bc they keep it on the dl for a while but one day chanse just comes in and kisses shayne hello and angela does a full spit take
every year for christmas chanse definitely does a bit that only he finds funny thats like "this year ive decided to get you the renewal of our anniversary <3 i am your greatest gift <3" and shayne's like "cool i got you a spiderman blanket" and chanse is like. "... okay fine i actually got you another open overshirt for straight men :/"
we can leave the christmas lights up 'til january:
they both just decorate the tree at spencer's apartment bc they basically both live there anyway, so tommy only gets / brings ornaments to put on spencer's tree. together they start a whole dorky ornament collection it's very cute :')
the christmas party they throw is incredible and all of their friends ARE pissed that they got them gifts when they agreed on no gifts. but courtney does cry over her little grease cat <3
they officially move in together at the beginning of the new year <3
if we keep score:
their first official date is to mini-golf because they literally cant not be competitive. then they go get ice cream !
tommy can't go to spencer's prom BUT. spencer can go to tommy's! he goes as the date of one of tommy's female friends at olops so they get to hang out. they can't like dance or anything (tommy WILL get in so much trouble he'll be lucky if he graduates) but they're there together and that's what matters <3
they do go to each other's graduations though and they are both extremely embarrassing while cheering each other on. shayne, damien, and alex also tag along to tommy's graduation and they have like a full banner for him. tommy pretends he hates it (he LOVES it)
i could go on and on and on:
this is less of a headcanon and more of a fun fact but their cat is named after dwayne the rock johnson <3 this is bc the song the fic is based on mentions a baby scorpion. dwayne the rock johnson - scorpion king in the mummy - dwayne the kitten - baby scorpion.
after they finished that hike in the redwoods park spencer almost throws up and swears he's never doing anything outdoors again. it makes courtney laugh so hard they cry
spencer goes on to tell courtney that angela threw her chair at chanse because he took the top hat when she wanted to be the top hat. it was the beginning of the game and it only went downhill from there. amanda refuses to play monopoly on the channel ever again.
#fic#rpf#shipping#wow thats a lot of fics NFLNLNKWRN anywho sorry this took Forever hope you enjoy <3#katie writes#kinda!#baflegacy#ask#asks#anon#anonymous#i believe in queue! spring break!
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"it took you that long?" Ghost x GN!Reader
PREMISE: Soap has been suspicious of two of his co-workers out of work relationship...
PAIRINGS: ghost x gn!reader
WARNINGS: talks of injuries (nothing gory)
Soap is a very, very nosey man. You practically can't leave a paper out without him sneaking up to read it! Texting around him is an absolute nightmare too. Knowing this and inviting him into your home? Well... you practically set yourself up for failure.
141 was going on a very rare, elusive, once in a blue moon occasion. The unit was going to get drinks at a local pub. You needed to grab a jacket and some cash, and Soap needed a ride! So you offered to let him stop by while you grab what you need and freshen up a bit! Nothing that would take too long right?
You went to the bathroom to spray on some perfume and to touch up your makeup and that's where Soaps mission began.
Soap first looked at the pictures on your walls, Some of graduation, getting your degree but one caught his eye...
Your wedding day.
The picture captured your special moment perfectly, your unknown grooms head being shoved into a piece of cake, and you smiling and laughing. The picture next to it was a Polaroid of what seemed to be the same man smiling and kissing you.
Soap picked up the picture to analyze it further.
Unbeknownst to him, this unknown groom of yours was Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, who you somehow got to not have his infamous balaclava on for some pictures on your wedding day. Soap soon realized who this was due to the fact one of his balaclavas was tossed on your kitchen table.
Soap questioned everything he ever saw the two of you do and it made... perfect sense. He had always been suspicious but he never pushed the matter! All the prolonged stares from Ghost, watching you walk out of the room like he would never see you again. The few times Soap had walked in on you sleeping on Ghosts shoulder, while he looked at you like you were the most important thing on this Earth.... Soap could recall a very specific moment where he knew something was up.
It was a day after a particularly hard mission. The unit was in slight chaos and the make-shift "hospital" was almost full. Soap had gotten a stab to his lower abdomen, Gaz had taken a tumble and bruised a few ribs, and Ghost somehow earned a slice to his arm. You did your best to patch everyone up and soon, night came. Soap was awoken to mumbles coming from Ghosts bed while he obviously decided to ease-drop on whatever conversation was going on.
there was a small laugh from you. "My name is Ghost and and I lurk in the shadows awaiting my next prey!" you start cackling at your amazing impression of your husband. You could see Simons eyes slightly lighten up, he was smiling.
"I do not sound like that. My accent isn't that horrible." Simon said in the most serious voice he could manage, you could hear the very small bits of laughter he was attempting to hold back. Soap watched as you scooted into Ghosts bed and lifted his mask ever so slightly to press a kiss onto his cheek. Ghost just turned his head.
"You know, if you're gonna kiss me every time I tell you your impressions are absolute shit, im gonna make you do impressions a lot more." Soap heard you snicker and saw Ghosts mask lifted up again. Soap drifted off to sleep after that.
Soaps eyes darted to the wall of your house as he saw the one factor that confirmed all suspicions. On the wall, there was a framed license saying you could practice medicine, and while most people only knew you as "Doc" and nothing else there was your first and last name on display, your last name being none other then...
Riley.
"Hey Soap! You ready to rock and roll?" You say with a smile.
Soap turns to you with a shit eating grin.
"Oh yeah! I didn't know you were married Doc!"
Your face goes a little white when he says that.
"Ive been married for about 4 years now Soap, its not exactly private information"
Soap raises an eyebrow and sighs.
"Out of all people you marry Lt., honestly I didn't see him as the marriage type but-"
Soap was cut off with a slap to the face.
"Do you want a ride or not."
Soap rubs his face and straightens his back
"Ill be in the car Doc!"
#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#ghost x y/n#ghost x you#mw2
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Pharma doesn't find out about Rung immediately like. In canon, Rung and Ratchet know about each other before the Lost Light and were friendly. Rung, being a good older figure, who knew and liked Ratchet, makes a point to stop in and check on Pharma which is how they first meet. Rung immediately clocks a.) Trepan is a shady bastard, b.) Pharma is going through it and fucking young and still in need of a mentor, and c.) nobody else seems to have the time to keep an eye on this situation (he had not yet met Orion Pax). Rung figures "well I have no social life and I think it is about time to go full busybody" and starts making a point to act like a nosey grandma who keeps visiting Pharma and inviting him out to eat (he is neglecting himself) and "running into him" which Pharma accepts at face value and allows himself to be gently bullied by the ever polite Rung. Eventually, they spend enough time together Pharma remembers him.
Rung uses medical texts to lure him into socializing since Pharma genuinely enjoys learning, introducing him to Pyschology which he mostly ignored but figures is an off shot of mnemosurgery especially when Rung the origins or it related to his field and how he'd originally been enthusiastic for the benefits of it being used sparingly. He also lets Pharma edit his in progress papers to give him something just new and demanding enough to distract him.
Pharma, over the years, discovers both Rung's regenerative capabilities and the Rung Conspiracy in some Conspiracy forums that trace back Rung's appearance and in photographs of every major event of their species. Pharma, in his pursuit for necromancy, gets involved in some pretty esoteric stuff including disgraced doctors and scientists works either because they were genuinely mad or "unqualified" or the government didn't agree, small cults following particular interpretations of Primus, research into the history of the Matrix and ancient legends and stories, and "magic books" and the records and essays of "sorcerers and warlocks". He eventually realizes that the interpretation of the Matrix and therefore Primus as a healing god, unpopular in modern times but a formally popular sect, is more likely and actually theological historians that study those ages show some things. He gets really into Vector Sigma and other stuff and eventually does some math, goes just a little off the wall, sees Rung's alt-mode, and inspects the Matrix and comes to the conclusion that it was physical made from a cast not just presented by Primus and figures why not go for it.
Pharma, to be clear, is not entirely stable about this and it is a process of centuries and becomes well established as a doctor with "quirks" due to his "interest" in fringe religions as he got deeply involved in a cult of Mortilus for similar reasons and met a very interesting mech named Mesothulas and they became penpals. Meso is delighted by it all and helps Pharma get concrete proof or conceptualize his more interesting ideas. He is directly involved in the Wrenchening.
Rung is much more deeply entrenched in Pharma's life by the time the kidnapping occurs and is very sympathetic to his self-assigned grandchild.
And, yep, hard agree, Wrench is to be beloved and cherished and Pharma does with conviction. That is his fucking baby. Everyone loves Wrench and is protective of him. He is the same age as Hot Rod and Deadlock, who gets involved with this later, because Trepan's unwilling redemption causes spiraling changes, is very protective as well as he'd never quite forgiven himself for not being able to pay back Ratchet.
Makes sense makes sense, Trepan is indeed a shady bastard and if anyone's gonna realize it's Rung
Yesss on Rung deciding to be the nosy grandma because yeah
He's got the time
Look I just got the hilarious image of Rung literally waving a textbook and yes
Yes he is
Okay sdfhi tracks that there's a Rung Conspiracy because YEAH. He's always there, even if just as an observer or prop. He's always there. And makes sense Pharma would encounter this eventually considering how deep he's diving for a way to get Ratchet back.
Honestly I feel like we do not abuse the connection between the Matrix, Primus, and healing/creation/ life enough. Pharma certainly is.
oh Pharma, you're losing it yet again. at least this time you've got mecha looking out for you.
Ooo and ties to the cult of Mortilus and to Mesothulas??? Intriguing, intriguing.
Meso would be delighted and all too willing to help
Of all the things Rung could've been kidnapped for he admits there's worse (examples including taking a look at the Functionist universe), and he's thoroughly invested now.
OWO on Wrench later on meeting Hot Rid and Deadlock
Fascinating the changes that are occurring in everyone, that's my favorite part about aus: the butterfly effect and how seemingly small decisions can change history.
#maccadam#transformers#mtmte trepan#mtmte pharma#mtmte deadlock#mtmte ratchet#x 2#mtmte rung#idw Mesothulas#who'd be thrilled with the results regardless of what Pharma had hoped for#after all#Wrench may not be ratchet but he is still a living mech and not a zombie or something#of two minds au
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Another Ch 8 snippet
It's my birthday, i do what I want, so have another section of chapter 8 cuz this one's a bit beefy:
“What in Azil’s shell is this?”
Neither brother knew what they were looking at for a moment aside from massively overgrown shrubs and climbers that had won the battle against whatever was underneath them, the clearing full to bursting with foliage and creeping vines twisting in and out of tree branches and structures of metal and rope that must have served a purpose before the plant Armageddon arrived. Jenn herself seemed perturbed as they arrived at the edge of the leafy wall after a few minutes of trekking through the forest at her behest, one hand rubbing the back of her head confusedly. “Well, it was my training course,” she answered after a moment, Moon feeling more confused than before. “I knew I forgot something when I got home.”
“Training course?” the navy bot inquired. Beside him, Sun kne;t down and grabbed a leaf from the dense cloud of green wrapping around their feet, giving it a gentle squeeze and finding it plush and bouncy.
“Uh, yeah.” Even the human found her words hard to believe for a moment.
“Training for what?”
Casting a glance at the nosey blue robot, Jenn raised a brow. “Well, unlike you I have to actually maintain my fitness levels.” Moon’s eyes glinted brightly at her sarcasm. “Don’t let the overgrowth fool you,” she added on, kneeling next to Sun and pulling a coil of greenery out of the ground with little resistance. “Trusslin is a very fast growing plant, leave it be long enough and it’ll overtake an area in a matter of weeks. I must have forgotten to come trim it back.”
“It’s soft,” Sun commented, adding the data to his collection of plants.
“Ain’t it?” she mused, grabbing another handful.
“Why not just get rid of it?” Moon wondered, tilting his head while studying one of the overgrown structures.
“Cuz it happens that a carpet of trusslin is really great for breaking falls,” Jenn replied, standing up and pressing a leaf against Moon’s face, causing him to lean away. The leaf dropped onto his shoulder, causing him to pick it up and pause, rubbing it between his fingers; the leaves were velvety and gave way slightly, as if they were little pillows of air that had deflated just a tad. “It’s not gonna stop you from eating shekt if you fall from too high, but I’ve avoided quite a few broken bones because of this stuff. Grows like crazy if it’s light enough and forms natural curls in the stems that tangle together like a net. Just, uh…” She waved her hand over the mess. “Gotta keep up on pruning.”
Taking the leaf from Moon, who was done playing with the plant scrap, Sun squished it between his fingers, trying to contain a giggle. “What do you do with the trimmings?” he wondered, lifting the leaf toward his brother’s face, causing him to lean away slightly.
“Uh…” Thinking for a moment, Jenn counted with her fingers. “Compost, fodder, mulch… there’s no nutritional value unfortunately, and it doesn’t taste like anything, but you can dry them and they stay puffy and soft so I like to use the unbroken ones as scrub pads sometimes, otherwise they’re great padding for pillows and stuff.”
Grabbing Sun’s wrist and shooting him a glare when the leaf returned to his personal bubble, Moon snatched it from his brother’s grasp and dropped it out of reach; Sun only grinned mischievously back at him. “So I’m guessing if we want to use this stuff, we need to cull the overgrowth?” he asked as his other hand moved to stop Sun from putting a vine on his head.
“Unfortunately,” Jenn sighed, turning to face them. “I’ll get a bag and my trimmers and be right back.”
She’d barely left their line of sight before something soft came into swift contact with Moon’s temple–or it tried to at least, before he’d snatched it mid-arc, incidentally crushing the object in his hand. Wet grass wasn’t his favorite scent, but that was far less important than the sound of Sun’s amused snickering. “Quit it,” the darker bot warned, catching the quick motion of Sun plucking another leaf from the overgrowth. “What’re you doing?”
In response, Sun tossed the leaf at his face, causing him to swat it away.
“Sun!” Moon took a step toward his brother, intending to stop him from grabbing anything else to mess with.
Pftb.
They both paused, looking down. Moon lifted his foot, revealing a crushed trusslin leaf that had all of the air force out of it suddenly.
Sun choked back a snicker, chest quivering.
Moon bit the inside of his lip to keep back a laugh of his own, how voice warbling as he tried to keep it in. “Sun–Sun that’s not–” A grinding, throaty sound from the golden bot got him to cough a bit, both of them struggling to not laugh at the absurd noise. “Shut up, that–mkh–that wasn’t funny.”
“Yes it was.” Sun’s voice was barely a squeak.
Cheek aching from trying to fight the urge to smile, Moon had to turn away, losing the battle slowly against his own poor humor. “We really are children.”
Doubled over, Sun nodded, trying his best to calm himself down. A thick, fuzzy leaf bobbed in front of him as he exhaled; teal eyes flicked to Moon for a moment, then back to the leaf.
Moon saw the glance. “Do not.”
Sun reached for the leaf slowly, now holding Moon’s gaze with his mouth pressed thin with guilty pleasure.
“Sunrise.”
In a flash, Sun grabbed the leaf and pulled, twisting upright–
–Moon darted, trying to rip the leaf away before anything could be done with it.
~
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