#in the way that you get a sweater from your older brother and the sleeves are already too stretched out for you to fit
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a hand-me-down presidency.
a @pinchhitsfromthevoid webweave for @dayables!
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Saying Thanks
Joel Miller x afab!fem!reader
Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesn’t even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joel’s decided he doesn’t like it.
tw: smut, fem reader, afab reader, unspecified age gap, reader is smaller than Joel (shorter, can be picked up by him), oral (m! receiving), p in v sex, crying, fighting, blood, drinking, Joel may be out of character but I don’t care, not proofread.
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Joel was seething. You’d never seen him like this, rage burning in his gaze and his hands balled into fists at his sides as he was pushed toward the door. Of course you’d seen him in fights before, dealing with raiders and infected on patrol was a bloody business at best, but the second the new guy, Jake? Jack, at the Tipsy Bison put a hand on you—just touching your arm—Joel exploded.
You didn’t even have time to blink before the man grabbing your arm was on the ground, ugly bruises blossoming on his face. You didn’t even launch into action to get Joel off of him, shock leaving you frozen. You only remained plastered against the bar, gaping at Joel’s savage expression and the way his fists bludgeoned Jack's face. The drink in your hand spilled over the sides a bit, a sticky combination of fruit juice and alcohol coating your skin and absorbing in the sleeve of your sweater.
You were already tipsy, your face hot and your eyes a bit glassy. You were more loose with your expressions, the careful filter you kept starting to deteriorate. By the time a bar fight broke out, you were already more than a few drinks in, your heart pounding in your chest along with the soft music and a thin layer of sweat starting to prickle at the back of your neck.
Joel had stayed quiet that night, sticking to the secluded booth in the back of the bar that he usually haunted. There was no acknowledgement of each other, his chocolate-colored eyes had landed on you for a moment when you walked in, shadowed over by his dark brow in its permanent scowl. As always, he didn’t speak to you despite the fact that you spent most mornings together patrolling the outskirts of Jackson.
He wasn’t your biggest fan, even going so far as to complain to his brother when the two of you had been assigned together. Tommy was giving you a shot on the patrol, you were newer to Jackson and needed a job. You could handle a gun and didn’t seem completely clueless, so he figured he would stick you with Joel to see if you made it out on the other side.
But, nevertheless, Joel was now being pulled off Jack by a few other patrons. They hauled him up by the collar of his canvas jacket, his knuckles bloodied and a snarl on his face as Jack scrambled away. You still stood wide-eyed and dopey, your voice caught in your throat as you struggled for something to say.
Joel wouldn’t look at you, eyes drilling into Jack as he was shoved toward the door. He kept hissing threats through his teeth, snippets of ‘I’ll break your fucking arm if you ever touch her again,’ audible above the music as he grappled with the men trying to contain him.
Your gaze traced the outline of his aquiline nose, the way his lips were pursed beneath his dark mustache. It was a struggle to push him out the door. You flinched when it slammed shut behind him, spilling more of your drink.
“You better get your damn dog on a leash.” It was one of the older women in the neighborhood, her brows drawn and a disgusted expression on her face as she regarded you. You finally snapped out of your shocked stupor, looking at Jack’s bloodied and swollen face as he was picked up and put into a booth.
What was Joel even thinking?
You downed your drink in a few gulps, setting the empty glass on the bar before pushing yourself away from the bar top. Wind swept inside the Tipsy Bison as you forced the door open, providing a moment of relief from the humid heat of the bar. It was starting to get cold out, dried leaves swirling in the breeze as autumn settled into the bones of Jackson.
You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself as you peered out into the darkness. The leaves crunched under your shoes as you took a few tentative steps, the sweater you wore offering you little protection from the wind.
Joel leaned against the wall of a nearby business, his head tilted back and his throat bared to the dim light of the moon. He was sucking in deep breaths through his mouth, his bloody knuckles limp at his sides. His jacket was off-kilter from where he’d been thrown out the door, his hair mussed.
“Joel?” You approached him like you would a wild animal, on high alert and prepared for any sudden movement.
He looked at you with a bored expression, the moonlight catching on the silver hair that splintered at his temples and in his patchy beard. You hesitated, stopping your approach for a moment before pressing on until you were a few feet in front of him. His dark curls stuck up in every direction, they were a little long now that winter was approaching.
“What the hell was that?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your weight settled so one hip popped out to the side. You sounded more aggressive than you intended to, the words coming out like an accusation rather than a question.
It was times like this that made the age and size difference between you and Joel apparent. He stood up straight, towering over you a bit as he cleared his throat. Sometimes he made you feel like you were still just a dumb teenager instead of a woman in her mid twenties. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, his voice a deep grumble with a slight southern twang to it.
A scoff leaves your mouth before you can even stop it, the alcohol reducing your filter to near non-existence. “What do you mean, Joel? I watched you beat the shit out of that guy for what? Touching my arm?” You were a little too loud, your voice ricocheting off the buildings around you. Under different circumstances, you would have cringed and apologized immediately, but something forced you to soldier on.
Thankfully no one else was outside that night—it was too cold and still too early for the Tipsy Bison to have a last call. It felt like a standoff. His dark eyes were trained on your face, his mouth drawn into a scowl. You usually backed down to him, acquiescing to his stubborn nature.
“And so what if it was?” Joel grumbled, his attitude matching your own. The way he crossed his arms made his biceps bulge under the fabric of his jacket—your breath hitched for a moment before you glanced away.
You shook your head, disbelief coloring your expression as his words settled in. “You don’t even like me!” You can’t help but gesture wildly, your hands moving like they had minds of their own.
He ignored you regularly. There was an unspoken rule of only acknowledging one another on patrols together. The woods outside of Jackson were the only place that Joel would actually talk to you, otherwise you acted like perfect strangers in town.
His jaw clenched as he pushed off the wall, taking a few steps closer to you. “Who said I didn’t like you?” he asked, his voice lower as his head dipped toward yours.
He couldn’t be serious.
Your eyebrows shot up, disbelief making you smile incredulously. “What, so ignoring me in public and complaining about me to Tommy is how you treat your friends?” You were moments away from leaving and letting Joel find a new patrol partner.
You spent too much time defending Joel from his reputation as the town pariah, arguing that he wasn’t the animal everyone thought he was. He had a hard time blending in, bigger than most everyone except for his brother and unapproachable to a fault. It seemed that Tommy and Ellie were the only people he willingly spoke to, otherwise keeping largely to himself.
Sometimes you wondered if he heard the rumors going around about him—speculation that he used to be a hunter, a smuggler, a heartless killer. You never had it in you to ask him about it.
Not that he would tell you, anyways.
Joel’s scowl deepened, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. His silence did nothing but rile you up, it felt like an admission to the fact that you were right. You huffed, the autumnal breeze making dried leaves stick to your jeans and your breath clouding in the air.
“Well, Joel, you should really figure out how to act like an adult,” you snapped, shaking your head as you started to turn away from him. “You’re way too old to be beating up boys at a bar for touching someone you don’t even give a damn about.”
The Tipsy Bison called to you, warm light spilling out the windows and the people moving inside. Your friends were still in there, giggling with one another at the bar. You could see others nursing Jack in a booth, pressing ice wrapped in towels against his face as his blood turned them pink.
“I didn’t like how he was grabbing ya,” Joel finally said after you’d taken a few steps away. The admission made you stop in your tracks, looking back over your shoulder at the man. He looked sheepish as he admitted it, his gaze on the floor like a toddler getting scolded. He cleared his throat, taking a deep breath before redirecting his eyes to the sky. “You didn’t… you didn’t hear how he was talking about you… didn’t want you with a guy like that.”
Your eyebrows shot up, your lips parting slightly. Your head tilted up to look at him properly, eyes narrowed slightly as you evaluated him. He seemed shockingly sincere, the awkward expression on his face sealing the deal. “Careful Joel, I’m almost starting to think you care about me.”
There was something in the way his eyes shifted to meet yours that almost made your heart stop.
“Never said I didn’t care,” he mumbled, one of his baseball mitt hands coming to rub the back of his neck. The blood on his knuckles was drying, turning to a rust color under the moonlight. You couldn’t help but purse your lips, tilting your head to one side. It was hard to understand, the alcohol making you feel like you were buzzing as you mulled over Joel’s words.
He cleared his throat again, shuffling a little closer to you in the process. “When I talked to Tommy, I wasn’t complainin’ about you,” Joel said. His cheeks were flushed, making you wonder if he was cold or just from the alcohol. He was notorious for sucking down bourbon like it was water, especially on nights when he had nothing to do the next day.
“You weren’t?” you asked, probing the older man a bit. You had only walked by when Joel was talking to his brother, catching your name in their hushed whispers and Joel’s strained expression. You’d assumed it was because he was stuck with you, a newer recruit, a woman.
Joel sighed, shaking his head. It felt like you were pulling every word from his throat. “Tommy… he uh… he put us together because he thought it would be good for me,” he said, hesitating between parts of his sentence. “Thought you’d be good for me.”
“Good for you?” The alcohol made your voice soft around the edges, the question tumbling out of you before you had the sense to stop it. Joel stepped closer, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. He was close enough that you could see the scar on his ear, the scars littering his bloodied hands and the ones across his nose. Sure, you’d seen them on patrol as you walked shoulder to shoulder, but for some reason you find yourself trying to memorize every detail about him in the moonlight.
“Yeah, sweetheart, good for me,” Joel mumbled, looking down at his boots for a moment before making eye contact with you again. Sweetheart. The nickname rattled around in your mind, echoing in time with your heartbeat. You would’ve punched anyone else for calling you sweetheart, but it sounded good coming from Joel.
Your face heated up, an odd smile quirking up the corners of your mouth as you struggled to find words to say. “You’re a liar, Joel,” you manage to spit out.
He let out a chuckle, the kind that hardly made any noise and just let out a sharp breath of air. You earned one every now and then, it always made you beam when you could get him to chuckle on patrol. “Yeah? I could’ve switched a long time ago,” Joel murmured, shrugging his broad shoulders. “Tommy offered to let me switch.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, a sliver of your combative nature rising up your throat. You wanted to argue with the older man, inform him that he was wrong.
Joel must have picked up at the way your jaw twitched, your expression twisting. “It’s nice to listen to ya blabber in the mornings,” he said, his tone lighter than it had been. It was almost easy to forget what happened in the Tipsy Bison, the way you watched him beat Jack’s face into a pulp.
You huffed, shaking your head. There was a small smile on your face as the heat continued to rise on your cheeks. “Then why do you act like I’m a stranger when I see you around?” you asked Joel. You scraped your teeth over your lower lip, scuffing the toe of your shoe in the dirt.
Joel’s face fell a bit, his eyes softening as he became serious once more. “You don’t want to be around me anyways, people would judge ya.” It was like he didn’t want to admit it, his voice low and mumbling.
You hummed your disagreement, deciding to be bold and step even closer to the huge man in front of you. He towered a head over most people in Jackson, strong and wide and sturdy. You looked over his tanned, weathered skin, his dark curls that were starting to show age through scattered silver strands. “You don’t seem too bad to me,” you said, nearly a whisper.
You saw how Ellie looked at him like he was her favorite person in the world. If that girl could trust him, then so could you.
Joel’s warmth radiated onto you in the cool evening, the smell of bourbon on his breath and blood on his hands. He shook his head, maintaining the closeness you’d established. “Sweetheart, you know most of the shit they say about me around this town is true.”
You’d figured as much. You’d watched Joel kill raiders without a blink of an eye and jump into action whenever infected approached the high, protective walls around Jackson. The first time you’d witnessed it, his precision took your breath away. Now it was something that you had come to depend on.
“I assumed as much,” you said with a shrug, folding your arms over your chest and tucking your hands under your armpits to keep them warm. “Never mattered to me,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek for a moment.
You considered going back to the bar to avoid the chill, but you didn’t feel like having to answer questions about you and Joel all night. Everyone would want to know what he said to you out here, would have their own ideas about why he did it. There were a few breaths of silence. “But, I should probably go home.”
“Not gonna go back inside?” Joel asked, nodding his chin toward the Tipsy Bison. His gaze was still focused on you. You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head, glancing back at the bar. It had lost its appeal.
“Just home, Joel. Have a good night… thanks for protecting my honor and stuff,” you said with a small smile. There was a lightness in the way you spoke, your eyes sparkling in the darkness.
You started to walk toward your house, living in the opposite direction from Joel. “Make sure you clean up those hands of yours, don’t want to have to get another patrol partner any time soon,” you said without looking back, dead leaves crunching under your feet with each step.
You heard his heavy footfalls behind you until Joel fell into step at your side. “Mind helping me out? Not great at first aid,” he said, holding his knuckles out in front of him. They were blown apart.
“Jesus, Joel,” you muttered, grabbing one of his wrists to inspect his hand as you walked. His wrist was warm and thick in your hand, he didn’t pull away. The wounds overlapped a number of scars beneath them, a snippet of Joel’s past violence. “Were you trying to kill him or just teach him a lesson?”
“I don’t pull my punches,” Joel said with a noncommittal shrug, making you roll your eyes. Of course he didn’t. Joel definitely taught him a lesson. You dropped his wrist, not giving him a response as you followed the path to your home.
Your house was one of the smaller ones, the yellow paint starting to peel off the siding and the wall around Jackson casting a shadow over it in the moonlight. Joel was grumbling about your proximity to the wall as you opened your front door and flicked on the lights.
“Take off your boots before you track mud in, I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” you tell Joel, toeing your shoes off before you head to one of the bathrooms. You can still hear him complaining as his heavy boots hit the floor, his lumbering footsteps going to the kitchen. The layout for all of the homes in Jackson was relatively the same, the sub-development it had been converted from seemed fairly cookie-cutter.
Joel sat patiently at the counter as you brought in the first aid kit, setting it down on the stone countertop and flicking it open. He seemed calm and unconcerned, more like a seasoned veteran to first aid than a novice. “I find it hard to believe that you’re bad at this,” you murmured, opening an alcohol wipe to start cleaning his knuckles.
Joel placed his big, catcher’s mitt hands flat on the counter for you to work. His jaw tensed a few times as you wiped over the largest knuckle on each of his hands. “I’m here for your gentle touch, sweetheart,” he muttered, sarcasm biting his tone and making you laugh.
“I’m not a nurse for a reason,” you said, smearing ointment onto the wounds with your fingertips. You tried to be careful, not applying too much pressure to the irritated skin.
Joel chuckled, watching your movements as you pulled out a roll of gauze and loosely wrapped his wounds to cover them. He flexed his hands as soon as you were finished, the gauze stretching tight when he made fists. “Good as new,” you said, leaning against the countertop. You both looked down at his bandaged wounds, lingering in the closeness before you stepped away.
“Now, you should hold off on bar fights for a while.” Mirth glittered in your eyes as you grabbed a wine bottle from one of the shelves in your kitchen. You grabbed two glasses without asking, methodically going through the motions of opening the bottle and pouring.
It felt like you and Joel were sprinting head-first at a line the two of you had never crossed before. There was a shift from coworkers to something else, and it started the second Joel pounced on Jack. You found yourself studying his face as you handed him a wine glass, categorizing his features as you took a sip. He was handsome, but he always had been—you just didn’t let yourself recognize it.
“No promises,” Joel grumbled, taking a long drink. You watched him swallow, your eyes partially lidded before you remembered yourself. You felt your cheeks and ears heat up as you took another drink, unclenching your fist at your side and focusing on the stretch of the bones and ligaments.
“You really didn’t need to beat Jack up, I can handle myself,” you murmured, your lashes fluttering as you redirected your gaze to Joel.
He just snorted softly, shaking his head. His expression twisted into amusement, the papery wrinkles of his crow’s feet becoming pronounced. Your brows furrowed, your head tilting as you prepared to argue the fact that you could, in fact, defend yourself. “His name is Jake.”
Embarrassment made blood rush to your face so quickly you almost felt light headed. A sheepish smile settled on your features, a giggle working its way through your throat. “He even let me call him Jack like… five times the other day,” you said into your wine glass, a guilty look on your face.
“Poor boy’s got it bad then,” Joel said, smirking at you. His dark eyes appeared even darker in the lighting of your kitchen.
“Don’t worry, I think you scared him enough,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully. You picked your glass up off the counter, walking out of the kitchen to your cozy living room.
Joel came to sit on the couch as you stoked a fire to life, burning some of the dried kindling you kept in a bucket near the fireplace to coax the logs to life. You could feel his eyes on your back as you crouched, the flames breathing warmth over you as they crackled. The combination of his gaze, the fire, and the wine you kept sucking down in mouthfuls made a sweat prickle at the back of your neck as you stood up straight.
He made himself comfortable, lounging on the couch with an arm draped on the back of it. He’d brought the bottle of wine, it sat on the coffee table next to his empty glass. One of your eyebrows arched as you sat next to him, leaving enough space between the two of you that you could twist and bring your knees and feet up onto the sofa.
“You really made yourself at home.”
Joel cracked an easy smile, the fire illuminating the deep shadows of scowl lines on his forehead. You felt the urge to smooth them out with your fingertips. “I’ve got a habit of doing that,” he said, his dark gaze sliding to the fireplace. One of the logs popped, sending sparks through the hearth.
There was a lapse of silence where you reached over and filled up his wine glass again. You felt surprisingly comfortable next to him, relaxing your side against the cushioned back of the couch as you faced Joel. “The ladies at the Tipsy Bison called you my guard dog.”
That made him outright snicker. “Yeah? I’m your guard dog, huh?” he asked, clearly teasing. The way his flannel clung to his shoulders was heavenly, wrapped around every well-defined muscle like a second skin. The wine was staining his mouth purple, you were enraptured as his tongue darted out to catch any remaining drops on his lips.
You cleared your throat, blinking as you nodded. “Said I should get you on a leash,” you mumbled, the heat on your cheeks spreading to your neck and ears. You gulped the wine to break some of the tension, your nose scrunching as you swallowed.
There was a shift, it would’ve gone unnoticed if you weren’t paying attention.
Joel stretched a bit, tilting his head back as he finished the rest of the wine in one gulp before setting the glass on the coffee table. When he sat back, he’d moved closer to you. Your knee was nearly touching his thigh, that inch of empty space feeling electric.
“Do you want me on a leash?” he asked, his voice deep. There was something different to his tone, the harsh edges of his voice rounded out more than usual. The question made your breath stutter in your chest. The sincerity in his expression caught you off guard. You opened your mouth to speak, only silence coming out. “If there was anyone who could convince me, it would probably be you, sweetheart.”
You choked on your wine, awkward and clumsy as you sat up straight to prevent it from coming out of your nose. Part of you felt like Joel had turned you inside out as you spluttered, confusion and self-consciousness running rampant.. Finally you got a hold of yourself, sucking in wet breaths with tears in your eyes.
“You okay?” His voice was sweet and soft when he asked, as though he hadn’t caused it. You nodded, waiving off his concern as his paw of a hand grabbed your shoulder. His touch was napalm, igniting your skin through your thin sweater.
“Just surprised me,” you choked out, wiping away the tears with the heel of your hand as you sniffled. Joel’s hand stayed where it was, his thumb rubbing along your collarbone over the black fabric. He did nothing but hum his acknowledgement, patiently waiting for you to catch your breath.
Another cough rattled through you before you could breathe again. Joel’s eyebrows were raised as he watched you, mirth sparkling in his eyes. “You are so full of shit, Joel Miller,” you finally said, pushing his shoulder lightly.
He still was touching you, leaning forward into your space as he did so. Your breaths were shallow, apprehensive and giddy in all the right ways.
“You think I’m full of shit?” he asked, smirking.
“I know you are.” You couldn’t help but flirt, batting your eyelashes and smirking at Joel. You felt electric, lightning just crackling under your skin with the potential thrill of him reciprocating. Sure, you were risking a decent work relationship, but you could get a new patrol partner.
He hummed thoughtfully, his hand creeping toward the back of your neck. The stretch of his fingers to the meat of his palm spanned nearly three-quarters of the circumference of your throat, something that should’ve chilled you to the bone. Excitement sparked in your belly as you swallowed against the firm press of his thumb on your windpipe.
“You don’t seem like an ‘on the leash’ kind of guy,” you murmured, the feeling of the gauze you’d wrapped around his knuckles rubbing against your soft skin making you shiver slightly.
“No, guess I don’t,” Joel agreed, his dark brown gaze shifting from your eyes to your mouth and back. It was so quick, but the thrill that followed made you feel like you were glowing. You slicked your tongue over your lower lip, making it shine in the firelight.
The way he spoke made you press your thighs together, the stiff seam of your jeans pressing against you in the perfect way if you shifted how you were sitting. Joel moved as well, his thighs spreading just a bit, a palm quickly smoothing over his lap in an action he probably didn’t think he would notice.
“Sweetheart, we should just get this out of the way.”
Your brow furrowed in confusion before Joel was pulling you toward him, his lips slotting over yours. A soft, startled noise was muffled against Joel’s mouth, shock dissipating quickly as your eyes slid shut. His mustache tickled your upper lip as you accidentally bumped your nose against his.
When he pulled back, there was a hint of a smile on his face. Your face felt like it was on fire, a goofy grin gracing your features as your gaze flickered over him.
Joel’s other hand crept onto your jean-clad thigh, a calloused thumb stroking along the frayed hole at your knee. “So, was that weird for you?” you asked like an insecure teenager, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you waited for his answer.
Your heart was pounding, the irrational side of your brain wondering if he was able to hear it. He surely felt it against his palm, his heavy hand resting near your pulse as he kept you close on the couch. He smiled at your question, shaking his head no as he pulled you back in for a second kiss. It was quicker, a messy stamp of his mouth over yours.
“Didn’t think you’d be into an old man like me,” he said with a chuckle. If you didn’t know better it almost seemed like Joel felt bashful. The apples of his cheeks were dusted pink, whether it was from the kiss or the wine you didn’t know.
Your eyebrow arched, a grin still on your face. “You’re not old,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully. Your hands were pressed into your lap, part of you not knowing what to do with them. You looked up at Joel through your eyelashes before your gaze dragged down his torso and to his jeans. The flannel he wore was thin, the fabric well-worn and not tucked into his blue jeans.
“I should, um, thank you,” you murmured, shifting to put your empty wine glass on the coffee table.
Joel chuckled, still watching you like a hawk that set sights on its prey. “Last I checked, you were just lecturing me about fighting your own battles,” he teased, curiosity shining deep in his chocolate eyes as you got off your couch.
The wine must have gotten to your head, because you would’ve thought you were losing your mind. You moved to stand between Joel’s legs, slowly sinking to your knees on the squishy gray carpet that covered your living room. “I don’t have to thank you if you don’t want me to, Joel,” you murmured, your hands hovering over his thick thighs for a moment before resting on them.
He looked dumbfounded and giddy, his hands already resting on the black, leather belt he wore around his waist. “No, sweetheart, you’ve got a…uh… promising idea,” Joel said with a smile, shifting his legs so they bracketed you and his knees pressed against the coffee table.
You laughed softly, hands roaming up his muscular thighs to where his belt rested just under the soft layer of fat covering his stomach. “You sure? I can always get back up,” you said teasingly, working your fingers under the tongue of his belt and pulling the buckle open. It clinked as it fell off to the sides, you didn’t bother pulling it from the belt loops.
Joel shook his head, leaning back farther into the couch and shifting his hips toward you. “M’sure,” he answered, preoccupied on the way your fingers popped open the button of his jeans and worked the zipper down.
He was already hard, the outline of his cock pressing against the denim and toward his thigh. You reached into his black boxers, pulling it out of its confinement with a satisfied sigh.
He was big, bigger than any other guy you’d been with. You held the base of his cock, fingers against the curly, dark hair that covered his pubic bone and ran up toward his belly button. It was hot to the touch, the head already leaking precum that followed the path of the prominent veins down his shaft. It was more pink than the rest of him, the head a shade darker than the rest.
You licked your lips, almost embarrassed to find yourself drooling as you braced your forearm on his thigh and kitten-licked at the underside of Joel’s cock. He grunted at the contact, his hands digging into the plush cushion of the couch as his hips twitched toward your face.
“Eager,” you mumbled, a smile on your face as you looked up at Joel through your eyelashes. He was already looking down at you, his lips parted in anticipation and his breaths heavier than they were. You licked the tip of his cock again, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. There’s something about the way that Joel lets a breath out through his teeth that makes you feel like you were set on fire.
You let out a breathy chuckle, wrapping your lips around the head of him and hollowing out your cheeks on your descent toward his lap. It was a lot to take, your eyes watering as you swallowed more of Joel’s cock. His moans and sighs were enough to keep you going, your lips curled over your teeth and your head bobbing up and down.
One of his hands found the curve of your jaw, calloused fingers tracing it before hooking around the back of your head. You were fine with his direction, letting Joel gently press your head down to dictate your speed.
The taste of him was salty and heady, a musk that was distinctly Joel filling your nose as you drooled and sucked his cock. It was slick with your spit, the mix of your saliva and his precum coating your lips and chin. You still had your hand wrapped around the base of him and moving in tandem with your mouth, ensuring you could get everything that your throat couldn’t fit.
“Goddamn, sweetheart, you suck cock like you were made for it,” Joel said, his words punctuated with soft sighs and moans. It made you want to live permanently with his praise, your gaze flicking up to meet Joel’s for a moment.
He was completely blissed out, his head tilted back toward the ceiling as he bit his full lower lip between his teeth. His Adam’s apple kept moving erratically in his throat, like he couldn’t decide whether to breathe or not. His hand still cupped the black of your head, half-thought praises falling frantically from his lips. Joel was barely speaking in sentences, some words falling to the wayside of his soft grunts.
Feeling emboldened, you moved your hand away and tried to relax your jaw as your head descended far enough that your nose was pressed firmly against Joel’s pubic hair. It smelled surprisingly clean, just the undertone of musk clinging to the dark, curly thatch of hair as you resisted the urge to choke around his cock.
It was thick and heavy in your throat as you swallowed around him, eliciting groans and his hand pressing tightly against the back of your head. Tears burned in your eyes as Joel’s thick cock twitched in your throat, your hands spread flat on your thighs as he moaned your praises.
Joel barely thrusted his hips toward your awaiting mouth, your eyes slipped shut so you could focus on relaxing your throat. Lungs burning, you finally pulled off to suck in deep breaths. Your hand resumed what your mouth had been doing moments before, taking Joel in your fist and using your saliva as lubrication.
“Look at how pretty you are,” Joel murmured, his southern accent thicker than normal as the hand on the back of your head shifted to cup your cheek. Your eyes were watery with a few tears tracking down your face, your lips swollen and saliva coating the entirety of your chin.
You smiled, stroking his cock as you struggled to regain your breath. “Didn’t know you were such a good girl,” Joel drawled, dragging his thumb through the saliva on your chin and smearing the pad of it across your parted lips.
“When I want to be.” Your voice was thick and raspy, your eyes partially lidded. Your knees were digging into the carpet, his legs keeping you where you sat.
He smirked at that. Joel gently moved your hand away from his cock, his arms winding beneath your armpits and lifted you back up to the couch. You squealed in the back of your throat, surprised by his strength as he settled you against the arm of the couch and twisted to face you.
Large hands yanked your sweater over your head to reveal the black bra you wore, a soft groan coming from Joel. He didn’t waste time, finding the back closure and popping it open. You helped him, guiding the thin straps down your arms and tossing the garment aside.
“Christ,” Joel mumbled, his thick fingers brushing over one of your nipples. A jolt of electricity traveled down your spine at the touch, warmth blooming on your cheeks.
You were impatient, panties already soaked through and feeling uncomfortable as you popped open the button on your jeans. “Joel, I need you,” you murmured, leaning forward to kiss him as you shimmied your pants and underwear over your hips.
“So impatient,” he muttered between presses of your lips, pulling away so he could look at you properly. The firelight illuminated the curves and shadows that littered your body, stretch marks and scars visible on your skin. Self-consciousness reared its ugly head for a moment, your gaze fluttering away from Joel’s intensity as he just stared at you.
He grabbed your thighs, pulling you toward him until your back hit the couch. “Joel…” you whined as he pressed your thighs apart, his dark eyes focused on your sex.
He spread the slicked lips apart with his thumb, making you cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment. “Look at you…” he mumbled, hardly even talking to you. He let go of your other thigh, his fingertips teasing your clenching hole to gather some of the wetness dripping down you and smearing it across your clit.
You gasped, your back arching at the contact against the nerves. Joel’s fingers were calloused and thick and warm, drawing tight, slow circles over your clit as his other hand pressed into the crease between your inner thigh and your pubic bone. It kept your hips from squirming away from him.
“You’re so sensitive, sweetheart,” Joel said, the smile audible in his voice. You’d kept your hands over your face, your moans muffled by your palms as you resisted the urge to snap your thighs closed. You felt vulnerable and exposed under him.
“You’re teasing,” you mumbled, your hips twitching in an attempt to get more friction from his calloused fingers. He kept his touch agonizingly light, making you whine and whimper in your desperation for more from him. He chuckled, fingers dipping to tease your entrance again before trailing back up to your clit.
“Let me see ya,” Joel said, his hand leaving the nestle of your thigh to wrap around your wrists and pull them away from your face. He held both in one hand, keeping your wrists captive against your sternum.
Your breaths were heavy, his fingers strumming over the swollen bump of your clit pulling moans from your throat. Joel’s eyes were partially lidded as he looked down at you, a smirk growing on his face at your desperate expression. “Joel, please,” you begged, your cunt clenching around empty space as you wished he would just fucking fill you up already.
He chuckled, clicking his tongue against his teeth with mock disapproval. “If you’re so desperate, get up and turn around, sweetheart,” he said, pulling you up by your wrists. “My knees aren’t what they used to be, help an old man out.”
You’d normally take that opportunity to make a joke at his expense, but you just let him move you around like a doll. He guided you so you were kneeling on the couch, your chest pressed against the back of it. You arched your back as much as you could, sticking your ass out and hoping you looked pretty as you looked at Joel over your shoulder. He didn’t even bother getting undressed, just standing up behind you and taking his cock in his hand.
His other hand still rubbed over your cunt, smearing your arousal over your swollen lips and onto your inner thighs. Much to your relief, he pressed two thick fingers inside you. The sensation made you groan, resting your weight on your elbows and your knees as you pushed back against his fingers. They slid in so easy you were almost embarrassed.
“You’ll take me just fine, sweetheart,” Joel murmured, approval echoing in his voice. He crooked his fingers to press and massage the spongy spot inside of you, making your mouth fall open and your legs jerk.
You twisted enough to glare at him, Joel covered in shadow from the fire crackling behind him. “Quit being an asshole, Joel,” you said through your teeth, making him chuckle.
“Where are your manners, sweetheart?” he asked, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a sigh before grabbing your hip with a hand. His wet fingers smeared against your heated skin as he pulled you back a little more, making your back arch like a bow pulled too tight.
He slid the blunt head of his cock between your folds until it tapped against your clit, making him when you whimpered. Joel finally granted you what you wanted, lining up with your entrance and pressing his way in. His cock caught, sliding in so slow that it made you squirm.
“Relax, sweetheart.” Joel’s big hand slid up and down your curved spine, calloused fingers feeling each and every notch of your vertebrae. Your pussy fluttered around him, stretched out and so eager as he bullied his way inside of you. The breath you took in was frantic and overwhelmed, it felt as though he was pushing all of the air out of your body. The two fingers he had pressed inside of you as a test didn’t prepare you at all for his thick cock.
You could hardly breathe, you’d never taken a cock this big inside of you without any preparation–but you were too impatient to wait for him to stretch you out on his fingers. You were pathetic, whining and wheezing as your hands clenched against the cushions on the back of your couch.
You’d never felt anything better in your life.
After what felt like ages, Joel was fully seated inside of you. His coarse jeans were pressed against your soft thighs, the two of you breathing heavily like you’d run a marathon.
“You’ve gotta relax. Feels like you’re gonna squeeze my dick off,” Joel said, slowly grinding his pelvis against the swell of your ass. You nodded, trying to take in deep breaths and get used to the feeling of being stretched full.
“Sorry,” you muttered as you focused on becoming pliant, your taught muscles slowly releasing. His beard rasped against the back of your neck as he kissed you there, a moment of intimacy to calm you down. It felt like a reward, your breaths slowing as you unclenched around Joel and welcomed him deeper.
The sound you made when Joel pulled out and pressed back in was pathetic. It felt like he was sawing you in half, carving a space for his cock inside of you with each thrust. There was some caution to his movements, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he grit his teeth.
“So fucking tight, sweetheart,” Joel said, his voice muffled as his mouth pressed against your neck. Each thrust coaxed a gasp from you, your nails digging into the fabric of the couch as you took whatever Joel is willing to give. Your vision was blurry from the overwhelmed tears brimming your eyes.
The sound of your bodies smacking together filled your living room, the open belt still threaded through Joel’s pants clinking on the off beat. He maintained his pace like a machine, drilling into the gummy spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your head.
Your nipples were sensitive, rubbing against the coarse fabric of the couch cushions with every thrust. The noises you made were absolutely undignified, the sounds of someone being fucked completely stupid. He was filling you up so perfectly and the knowledge that it was Joel, your hardass patrol partner who never gave affection to anyone, it made you feel like you’d touched a live wire.
“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” Joel said, a wide hand reaching around you to fondle your breast. He used it to bring you back, curving your spine so the back of your head was pressed against his collarbone and you looked up at where the wall and ceiling met.
You felt helpless and primal, your mind scattered a million different places. “So good,” you gasped stupidly, hardly able to form words. Your hands grabbed his forearm and fisted in his flannel behind you, an effort to anchor yourself to him.
“I know,” he murmured, kissing the shell of your ear. You were vaguely aware of tears running down your cheeks, your mouth hanging open as you struggled to stay afloat. You were already lost, a sea of sensation pulling you under with only the places where you and Joel were pressed together serving as your lifeline.
Joel’s free hand reached around your belly, finding your neglected clit with practiced ease. You moaned his name like a broken record, your eyebrows furrowing. He rubbed it hard and fast, matching the pace he was rutting into you with. You already felt heat pooling in your lower abdomen.
“Oh god,” you gasped, already shaking from head to toe and your grip tightening around his forearm. “Joel I’m—yes, yes, yes—“
It felt like your whole world shattered as you came with a shout, your muscles convulsing. You clamped around Joel’s cock like a vise, your hips twitching wildly. Pleasure flooded through you from head to toe, warm and fuzzy and all-consuming. The sensation was simultaneously too much and not enough, Joel steadily fucking you through it as your vision went white.
Joel had to pull himself away from you, letting you slump forward on the couch cushion as you came down from your orgasm. You were clenching around nothing, whining at how cruel he was to leave you empty.
The wet, sticky sounds coming from him made you turn your head as you went boneless on the couch. Joel’s cheeks were red as he tugged at his cock, a hand squeezing the flesh of your ass. His dark eyes were focused on you, all loose limbed and spent.
He finally noticed you looking, his mouth open and panting. He took in your fucked out expression, your eyelashes clumped with tears and cheeks red. He’d made a mess of you, the dazed look on your face his undoing as he let out a grunt. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip as he came, spurting thick come over your ass as his fingers dug into you.
You sighed as you felt his hot come land on your ass and back, pooling in the curve of your spine. You were still floaty and out of it, vaguely aware of him milking the last spurts of his spend from his thick cock.
“Jesus,” he grumbled, swaying for a moment before sitting down on the couch next to you. He gathered you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap and against his chest as you went perfectly limp.
You nuzzled against his neck, humming your affection as his hand rubbed up and down your back. The motion smeared his come along your skin, his fingers rubbing it in like body lotion. It was like he’d stuck your brain in a blender, the mush of the aftermath hardly able to form more than feelings as you pressed your forehead against his beard.
“I’ll beat up the whole town if this is the thanks I get,” Joel said, pressing a kiss to your temple. His barrel chest shook beneath you with a chuckle, his hands never straying from your body.
“No one’s gonna want to touch me with a ten-foot pole,” you muttered after a moment of silence, it took you a beat to even process what Joel was saying. He snickered, seeming pleased with himself as you melted deeper into his embrace.
“Good, I should be the only one touching you,” he said, making warmth bloom in your chest. “Unless I’m assuming things.”
You smiled, a sleepy look still on your face as you wound your arms around his neck and snuggled in closer. “So this wasn’t a spur of the moment thing?” you asked, sounding shy as you said it.
Joel chuckled, shaking his head. “You know how many times I had to go home after patrol and take a cold shower just because you bumped my arm or bent over to pick something up? Felt like a damn teenager.”
You giggled, picking your head up to look at Joel properly. He looked so soft and sweet around the edges, that normal fire and flintiness was gone from his dark eyes. “You gonna stay tonight?”
He pulled you in for a kiss, it was sweet and over all too soon. “If you’ll let me,” Joel said, sounding earnest.
You nodded, tucking your head back against his neck. You were starting to succumb to your drowsy state, your eyes sliding shut as you puddled into Joel. You were vaguely aware of him lifting you off the couch, his good-natured grumbling about carrying you up the stairs filling your ears.
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COULD U POSSIBLY MAKE A MATT FIC BASED OFF OF THIS TIKTOK OR SONG (YOU CAN DECIDE IF U WANT IT TO BE SMUT OR NOT IF U DO MAKE ONE) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8wp5H2t/
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get into a pickle when you get poured on, but don’t worry… somebody comes to save you.
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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: meant to post earlier but tumblr decided to close the draft without saving as i was proofreading/editing🤣
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rain trickles down your hair to your shoes; workout clothes soaked.
you wanted to go on a late-night walk, then suddenly it started pouring out of nowhere. currently, you’re standing under a roof edge, arms crossed while you wait for your ride.
your brother isn’t around to pick you up, so your last resort was his best friend. he’s your brother’s age, who’s two years older than you. he’s known him ever since high school, yet your mother always said matt was a bad influence.
although, you do see where she’s coming from. matt was the type to always get in trouble in school, and overall he’s just a big grump. he’s only been nice to you, your brother, and of course his siblings.
headlights glow down the street, getting closer until the minivan stops in front of you. you quickly head over to it, open the door, and get in on the passenger’s side. “hi matty!” you beam. “thank you so much for picking me up. i didn’t know it was going to rain.”
he looks at you, wearing the leather jacket he’s had for as long as you can remember.
he truly doesn’t understand how you can be so happy no matter what, even if you are drenched in water. “you should’ve checked the weather before you left.” he mumbles, putting the car in drive.
“well, it was sunny all day. i didn’t expect rain. it’s okay, though. it’s like a surprise shower.” you smile, fastening the seatbelt.
“uh oh,” you say, looking through your fanny pack that you have strapped to your stomach.
he sighs, still focusing on the road. “what is it now?”
“i may or may not have left my keys home and locked myself out. nobody’s home.” you lick your teeth. “can i come to your place until my brother picks me up? pretty please, matty?”
“fine.” he inhales sharply. “and stop calling me matty.”
it’s silent as you two sit on the couch. your brother texted you saying he’ll let you know when he’s on his way, but god knows how long that’ll be. (despite it being almost midnight)
matt notices a shiver, taking his eyes off of his phone to look. your hands rub up and down your arms trying to warm up, but the chattering of your teeth indicates that it isn’t helping. “go to my room and grab one of my hoodies and pajama pants. they should be in my dresser.” he says coolly.
you smile. “it’s okay, i can wait. i’m fine.”
“put them on.” he demands. “you’re soaking wet and freezing.”
staring at him, he keeps staring back because of your silence. “go.”
you sigh like a child, getting up from the couch and walking down the hallway into his bedroom.
matt’s clothes are far too big on you, but you do feel warmer and more comfortable. his pants hang low just past your waistline. the hoodie on the other hand is long, causing the sleeves to give you sweater paws.
you sit on the chair he has in the corner, scrolling on your phone. matt can’t help but stand at the doorway, watching you.
not in a creepy way, but the fact you’re wearing his clothes has his dick reacting from the view. the way it’s too big for your body turns him to fuck on.
he cannot feel this way toward you. your his best friend’s sister, for god’s sake. but he can’t help it.
“feel better?”
you get startled by his voice. “yes, thank you.”
“told you so,” he grumbles.
rolling your eyes playfully, you stand up. “i didn’t mean to linger in here. i got distracted.”
as you start to walk by him, he grabs onto your shoulders to stop you. your breath hitches at the feeling of his rings; the way they drag down your arm makes you subconsciously clench your thighs together.
his cologne floods your nostrils, and the way he’s looking at you is different now.
he’s always been a grumpy kid and had a resting bitch face, but now he’s looking at you seductively and with need.
the hand that was on your arm now cups the front of your neck. there’s no pressure, but the fingers with no rings go over your bottom lip.
he sighs sympathetically. “it sucks that you’re off limits. i would so fuck you right now.”
your eyebrows raise high from the sudden courage he had to just blurt that out. however, you smirk.
“if you kiss me.” you shrug. “i might let it happen.”
he groans, leaning down to smash his lips on yours.
still intact, you grab his jacket and pull him in closer, your bodies moving at the same rhythm.
he starts to push you back to where the chair is, turning you 180° so he’s the one sitting in it while you straddle his lap.
your hips grind, rubbing just the right spot on not only you but him also. you smile into the kiss when you feel him hardening beneath you.
tugging at the pants you're wearing, he pulls away. “take these off.”
you shimmy them down your legs as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his bottoms down below his thighs. he grabs your hips to hover you over him, but stops and teases the tip.
you wiggle to get some friction as he smirks. “manners.”
“please.” you whine. “please let me ride your cock. i’m so fucking wet for you.”
matt sinks you slowly onto him, your walls immediately stretching to his size. “i didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.”
you mumble something into his chest, bouncing uncontrollably on his dick. your sweater paws ball up on his biceps. your ass slaps repeatedly on his skin, the sound echoing off the walls.
he tuts, grabbing your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “why so quiet?”
“stop.” you mewl, nuzzling your face even deeper into his body. your face is hot from embarrassment.
“is somebody embarrassed to be fucking her brother’s best friend? it looks like ms. goody-two-shoes is a little naughty.” he says lowly into your ear, causing you to start whimpering and going even faster.
it doesn’t take long for his tip to brush against the right spot “oh, fuck.” you moan, legs shaking at his sides.
“better not get this chair dirty, otherwise i’ll make you clean it,” he warns, knowing that you can’t control your orgasm.
pouting, you clench hard. of course, your release runs down his thighs and onto the seat. your eyes are glassed over while you look at him, who’s shaking his head. “you’re making a mess.”
somehow so quickly, he lifts you off of him and onto the floor. now, he’s behind you, and your cheek leans against the chair.
he again nudges at your entrance, this time you buck your hips back but he grips them tight. “clean up your mess first.”
he doesn’t ask. he orders while pushing your head down further into the cushion.
obeying, you flick your tongue onto your arousal. normally, you’d find this gross, but you’re so wet and turned on that you’ll listen to whatever he says. his presence feels like you are under a spell.
a sweet and salty taste fall on your tongue, following his instructions to a t.
a hum of approval is heard behind you. he spreads your legs wider, slamming into you with no warning.
you moan loudly, arching as much as you can in this position. “m-matt! shit, matt!” you yelp.
he grunts, taking in how well your pussy feels engulfing him.
tears threaten to spill from your eyes once they roll back, moaning loud and clear when your g-spot gets abused already.
strings of curses leave your lips, the way he’s balls deep inside of you right now have you quiver a lot. “you feel—” you pause, licking your lips and shutting your eyes tight. “so good. like… holy fucking god.”
he chuckles, placing his hand on your shoulder to drill into you harder. before you even know that it’s happening, you cum for the second time, shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure.
a deep breath later, matt makes sure to pull out and paint your back white.
“you can keep the clothes.” he says, jiggling your ass to play with it. “so you can wear them the next time i fuck you.”
𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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@jegulus-microfic Feb 20 - Shiver
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James and Regulus were walking through the courtyard, having happened to have run into each other on the way to lunch. The younger boy had begun sitting with them, as he and Sirius grew closer.
Suddenly, Regulus was wracked with a violent shiver, scrunching his shoulders up and rubbing his arms. James chuckled.
"Told ya it was gonna be cold." He grinned, and Regulus sent him a glare.
"Sorry if I don't put all that much faith in your meteorology skills, given that you said that quidditch match last month would be warm, and we nearly all froze to death."
"Hey, I had a bad source, alright! Now I know not to get weather reports from Mary."
"Indeed you do." Regulus replied, before another shiver shook him. James sighed, before taking off his sweatshirt, his shirt riding up as he did. Regulus felt a little warmer just looking at his exposed skin. Then the shirt dropped again, and Regulus frowned as the cold miraculously hit again.
"Here." James said, thrusting the sweatshirt into Regulus's arms. The boy frowned at him, looking at the sweatshirt and then up at James.
"Why are you giving me your sweatshirt? Now you're going to be cold." He stated, clearly not understanding the gesture as he handed it back.
"Yes, but you won't be. I'm being nice." James said cheerily, giving Regulus the sweatshirt again. The boy blinked at him, grey eyes a blank stare, before he frowned at the sweatshirt again.
"Okay..." he muttered, but pulled it over his head. What James didn’t see was the smile he hid under the shirt as it covered him. No one had done a nice, selfless gesture for him before. Once he got himself together, he pulled it fully over his head, straightening it.
James had to bite his lips to refrain from either grinning or whimpering. He wasn't sure which. All he knew was Regulus looked unfairly good wearing his hoodie.
It was at least two sizes too big for him, slipping off his shoulders, the sleeves covering his hands. He looked adorable, and James couldn't hold back the smile as the boy nuzzled his face into the collar, clearly appreciating the warmth despite having tried to turn down the offer. His cheeks were pink from the cold (or so James assumed), and there was a smile kissing the edges of his eyes as he looked up at the older boy.
“Thanks.” He whispered, and James nearly melted.
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"Reggie, why are you wearing James's sweatshirt?" Sirius questioned, cocking his head.
"Er- I was cold." Regulus replied blandly, and Sirius' brows furrowed.
"Yes, but why James's?"
"Well, he didn't have a sweater, and I figured I couldn't let your little brother freeze to death." James explained, smiling awkwardly. Sirius shrugged, brushing it off, but Remus was still looking at them, calculating. James avoided his gaze, and Regulus simply nuzzled into the jumper.
Remus pretended not to catch the dopey, besotted smile on James’s face.
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Warrior Queen
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader
Warnings: violence, mentions of injuries, afab reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Summery: Eddie is starting to realize how perfect Dustin's older sister is perfect for him... maybe even his soulmate.
Getting trapped in the Upside Down was not your idea of a fun Spring Break, but here you were. You jumped after Nancy when she jumped into the lake after Steve. While not the best swimmer, you did your best to follow down until you saw the glowing red beacon at the bottom of the lake. You climbed through and huffed from holding your breath and looked around and spotted Nancy running towards a group of flying things around something on the ground. That something was Steve.
You took off as fast as you could and when getting close you found an oar from a decaying boat and grabbed it.
“Fuck.” Was hissed behind you as you hurried over to Nancy, closely followed by Eddie and Robin.
You started to wack at the flying evil bastards that screeched and tried to get at you and the others. Grunting with excursion, you had hit away a few of the bat looking creatures. You caught one out of the corner of your eye speeding at Eddie who was busy with another one. “Oh, no you don’t” You whispered as you rushed over and taking the oar like a sword and bringing it down on the bat to the ground. Stepping on it, you raised the oar and stabbed the bat in the head, crushing it.
“Holy fuck.” Was huffed out from behind you and you looked behind you to see Eddie standing there looking at you in awe.
You took a deep breath and looked around to see the others finishing off the last of the bats.
You glanced back at Eddie who was still staring at you in awe, making your mouth twitch with a small grin.
Turning to walk over to the others who were panting like you and Eddie from beating the shit out of the bats.
Next thing you know, you were hiding near Skull Rock with the others as you watched more of those bats flew overhead. Huddling close to the rock with the others, you sighed and leaned against the side of it with your legs crossed. Leaning your head back and closing your eyes, wondering how you got into this shit in the first place... oh, that’s right. Dustin’s your younger brother.
“Hey,” Eddie’s voice came whispered next to you as Nancy wrapped up Steve’s wounds and Robin was rambling about rabies nervously. You turned your head and opened your eyes to look at him and found him admiring your face. “I want to uh- I want to say thank you... you know, for back there.” He pointed back where you came from with his thumb before fidgeting with his hands. You smiled softly, thinking it was cute that he fidgeted like you did.
“No problem. I wasn’t gonna let those evil bastards get you.” You said softly as you looked down and pulled down your sweater sleeves.
He gave a small, huffed laugh, “Still... that was badass, the way you brought that thing down like you had a sword, like woosh!” He made a movement with both hands like you did with the oar. “Very Aragorn of you..” he paused and rushed out. “That’s from Lord of the-”
“Rings, yeah I know. Kinda wish I had Anduril right now too.” You gave a giggle as you looked up at him. He looked at you with even more admiration.
“You’ve read Lord of the Rings?” He asked with surprise.
You grinned and tilted your head at him. “How do you think Dustin got into it?” You said as you stood up to join the others in talking about a plan.
Not noticing as he watched you go with a huge smile. “I think I’m in love.” He whispered before walking over to a rock.
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A little while later you were walking to Nancy’s house cause apparently, she had guns, with Nancy and Robin taking the lead and you walking with Steve and Eddie. You had zoned out, trying not to step on any of the vines that were spread everywhere when you got clued in on Steve and Eddie talking... well Eddie rambling and Steve listening.
“That was very Ozzy of you.” Eddie told Steve. “Super badass.”
Steve frowned his eyebrows and glanced at Eddie. “Ozzy?”
Just as Eddie opened his mouth to answer, you broke in. “Ozzy Osbourne...? He bit the head off of a bat during a live gig...?” You asked with a bemused grin on your face.
Steve still looked confused.
“He’s the lead singer of Black Sabbath! Steve, you’ve listened to them with me before!” You said through a laugh. Not noticing that Eddie had another awed look on his face as you spoke.
Steve looked at you through narrowed eyes. “Y/N, I don’t remember all those bands you’ve made me listen to!” He waved his hands up like he was making his point.
You looked at him with a bitch face. “Oh, come on. Led Zeppelin?” He shook his hand back and forth like ‘so-so’. “Alice Cooper?” He shook his head. “Iron Maiden?” He shook his head again. “Oh, come on!” You through your hands up as you shook your head. “I’ve taught you better than that!” You said through a laugh. Steve had an amused grin on his face while Eddie was looking at you with a dopey look on his face as he grinned. You jokingly acted like you storming ahead while Steve chuckled at you.
Steve and you had become friends when he protected your brother from the demo-dogs, and while you have nothing in common, you still were one of his best friends alongside Robin.
While you walked between the girls ahead of you, and the boys behind you, you didn’t hear Steve’s and Eddie’s conversation about Nancy going in after Steve.
But Steve started to notice Eddie staring at your back. Looking from you and to Eddie and back again, he grinned.
“She’s single... you should ask her out.” Steve said to him nonchalantly. Eddie blinked and looked over at Steve, with a mild panic attack going on in his head as he stared at Steve wide eyed.
“What?!” His voice had gone up an octave before he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He tried to act nonchalant back, “I mean, what? No... I mean, no..” He sighed and shook his head before looking at your back. “She is like.... so” he said with a huffing laugh. “So... Out of my league.” He said and then gulped as he stared at you.
Steve looked at him bemusement. “What? No, Y/n is so cool, and she doesn’t care about the social bullshit and just likes what she likes.” He glanced at you before looking at Eddie. “She’d say yes.” He said simply. “I think she likes you. Plus, you guys have a lot in common.” He gave Eddie a grin as Eddie didn’t take his eyes off you.
Yeah... He was done for.
#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x henderson!reader#eddie munson x female reader#female reader#stranger things one shot#stranger things imagine#reader insert#fandom one shot#fandom imagine#eddie x reader#henderson reader
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pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader
synopsis: you're on a mission to get yourself cuffed this holiday season. little did you know, your best friend's younger brother also has the same agenda - he's cuffing you.
genre: Fluff, crack, smidgen of angst, best friend’s younger brother!wonwoo (reader is older than wonwoo)
wc: 317
a/n: an excerpt from my unfinished wip 'cuffing season' - i don't think i'll actually ever be able to finisht this fic bc work and im so tired 85% of the time :') BUT you can still imagine this wonwoo looking like dior!wonwoo because i too am down bad for that version of him.
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Wonwoo grows quiet as more guests flood into the room. Chatter begins to fill the warm air; the young man passing out strained, small smiles at his sister’s guests, some of them lucky enough to warrant nods and quiet “hello’s.” Unconsciously (at least to him), his fingers inch towards yours under the table. First, it’s his fingertips that graze across your nails. You flinch at first, but are quick to relax when you realize it’s him – in fact, it makes you feel warm and there’s a funny tickle in your chest. Your fingers loosen, hesitating momentarily as you assess the situation, considering his intentions – or rather, the lack thereof.
It’s only when your friend’s voice calls out to you that you panic and grab Wonwoo’s hand, hiding your linked fingers behind your back as you look up at his sister with a bright smile. You can’t see it and he doesn’t budge, but the tips of his ears grow hot and red – almost as red as the ornaments hanging on the ceiling tall tree. He does his best to suppress his growing grin, pulling down the sleeve of his sweater to cover his fingers on his free hand, letting only tips be free, so he could push his glasses up his nose, the frame pricking against his fringes.
The sensation is strange – something between comfort and thrill. Wonwoo’s not quite sure he’s felt this way in a while. His heart beats erratically; he wonders if you can feel his hands growing sweaty and warm. Simultaneously, without a doubt, he thinks he can get used to this – it wouldn’t get old either per se. The familiarity, reassurance, and glee of the moment is dangerous – it's addicting.
To want this, but also not be guaranteed this moment and beyond – beyond this party, beyond this trip.
Unless . . .?
It’s not weird to pick up on his older sister’s best friend, right?
maybe, tonight after all the festivities are over, he'll ask.
#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo fluff#wonwoo scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen scenarios#:')
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Big Game pt 3
SLS x Nathan Doe
warnings: suggestive, bruising, language, etc.
Nate’s POV
I think I'm dreaming.
How was I lying in the backseat of my best friend's car, lying across their backseat, with my head in the lap of their sister?
It felt too good.
"Nick, would you mind sitting in the way back please?" SLS/N asked her older brother, batting her eyelashes.
He rolled his eyes and grumbled "Fine" before climbing in the back.
After Matt started driving, she pulled on my sleeve, pulling me towards her, till my head was in her lap.
She took my ice pack from my hands and placed it gently on my nose. My eyes fluttered shut as she began mindlessly playing with my hair using her other hand.
"Damn, Nates getting princess treatment," Chris said, reaching back from the front seat and playfully poking me in the ribs.
Before I could react, SLS/N slapped him and away, saying,
"Hush, Chris. He's tired."
Chris looked at her with a look of shock. He placed the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically.
"I'm a little tired too you know!" He said.
"Well, I don't think you're the one with a broken nose Christopher!" She said to her brother, raising her voice ever so slightly.
That shut him up.
-
The car ride consisted of me falling in and out of sleep, still lying across SLS/N's lap. At one point, I was so tired, I felt myself turn to my side to get more comfortable.
I ended up turning my face right into her lower stomach, sighing happily.
Her fingers hesitated and she sat up a little. At first, I thought I overstepped, and just as I was about to get up, she relaxed a little and continued playing with my hair till we got home.
-
Once we were about five minutes away from my house, SLS/N" woke me up.
"Is your mom back from her business trip or are you gonna be home alone?" She asks me.
She remembered. I told her this weeks ago.
"I-uh...no, it's just me," I say, groggily, before closing my eyes again.
"Nick, can I stay over and make sure he's okay? You guys have a car video to film anyway." I hear her ask her older brother.
Just as I am about to tell her that I'm fine and she doesn't need to baby me, her brother replies with a yes, and we pull into my driveway.
-
Once inside, I threw my gear and hockey stick onto the floor and collapsed on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking the TV on.
I hear SLS/N rummaging around in the kitchen before coming into the living room with a fresh ice pack and a Tylenol.
"You know, you really didn't have to do this," I say, taking the medicine from her and swallowing it dry.
"I know. But I wanted to." She says, looking down at her sweater paws in her lap. I see her cheeks heat up and I smile to myself, looking at how cute she is.
Feeling brave, I pull her to me in a half-hug snuggle. She leans onto my chest, relaxing. She must be tired too, after having a long school day, watching two games in the cold, then taking care of me.
we stay like this, watching a random movie that came on.
But then things changed.
She started mindlessly tracing shapes on the inside of my upper thigh. I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks as I got a feeling in my lower abdomen.
as she moves her hand up, I quickly stand up. She looks at me surprised. I flick the TV off and toss the remote onto the table.
"It's getting late. Imma go shower and then probably hop in bed. You can borrow any clothes you'd like out of my drawer, you know where my room is." I say quickly.
And with that, I run up the stairs to my bathroom.
-
When I get to my bathroom and shut the door, I can feel my pants grow tighter in the front. I quickly take them off, revealing the large balge in my boxers.
"Fuck. I cannot believe this is happening." I mumble under my breath. I then hop in the shower, hoping it will sort out by itself.
I was wrong.
I get out of the shower, not surprised by the obvious tent in my pants, even with boxers and sweats on. I sigh, opening my bathroom door and going into my room.
what I saw when I got in there, did not help my current situation.
SLS/N was lying on my bed in one of my T-shirts and a pair of my boxers. She looks up at me, smiling. She then looks down and notices my current...situation.
"what have we got here?" She says, giving me a little smirk. I look down bashfully, my cheeks turning pink again.
"c'mere Nate." I hear her say. Just the way she says my name makes me painfully harder.
I walk over to her and stand between her legs. She looks me up and down before fiddling with the strings of my sweatpants.
"Do you want some help with that?" She asks me. without thinking, I nod my head frantically.
"Well you did play very well in your game today, I think you deserve it."
And with that comment, I'm no longer shy.
I give her a devilish smile, pushing her chest till she's lying back on the bed. I pin her arms above her head and climb on top of her.
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hehe cliff hanger
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You took my heart, and gave it a home - {001}
Synopsis
you, rin and all the blue lock boys are classmates in your final year of high school. both of you have to work together on a project so thankfully yours good friend bachira was way too excited to give it to you, but who knew that would turn into everyone you know and love finding out your worst secret.
Pairing
Itoshi Rin x fem reader
TWs
physical abuse, mental abuse, sexual abuse, alcohol abuse
Tags 💕
@shikamiru @babbymario @oppirate-blog @little-charlatan @vilarawaltn
“I don’t think it’s so bad.” Isagi said setting his tray down next to yours and taking a seat. You were all seniors and your friend group, Isagi, Chigiri, Nagi, Reo and Bachira. Isagi being your best friend since you were younger but everyone else you met when Isagi introduced you to them. Currently you were complaining to Isagi about having to do a partner assignment with Rin Itoshi.
He was one of the smartest people in your class but the thing about it was that he was a TOTAL dick to everyone and his older brother was no better. A lot of people didn’t like the Itoshi brothers and you could see why. “Yes this could be great for my grade but I don’t think I could handle working with an Itoshi.” “What about them?” Reo asked sitting down with Nagi and Bachira behind him.
“Y/n has been complaining about having to work with Rin on an assignment.” You sighed hearing Isagi mock you, “Rin is awesome to work with! He taught me English and A LOT of things.” Bachira spoke swinging back and forth in his chair, you started messing with the sleeves on your sweater while letting your mind wander.
By the time lunch ended you didn’t have anymore classes for the day so you were walking out to the parking lot and past it towards the bus stop when a tight grip on your arm grabbed your attention. “Hey Y/n. Take this, I wrote down Rin’s number, knowing you, you probably didn’t get it from him.” Isagi handed you a slip o foaled which was weird, he could’ve texted you to tell you this but he’s extra…as always.
Turning your phone off you get off of the bus quickly and start making your way up the stairs and to your apartment. When opening the front door you noticed your father sitting on his couch with a can of beer in his hand and he was half asleep with the tv up all the way.
You closed the door quietly and tiptoed your way through the large apartment towards your room. Locking the door you took a deep breath and walked over to your full body mirror, slowly you hooked your fingers under your sweater and lifted it over your head. The dark bruises from the last few days were very evident along your arms, neck stomach and breast.
Your fingers gently rubbed the darkened marks before hooking onto the zipper of your pants and pulling then down. Your reflection reflected a woman you were never supposed to be. You wanted a change, you wanted to be free from everything that held you back.
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𝐘𝐨𝐮 & 𝐈 ᵖᵗ.2 | pjm
Summary ➪ The boys' fandom has been noticing for a long time how young people are quite united, some say that they are only quite close as friends, brothers, but another part of the fandom does not see it that way...
The fandom maintains a long list collecting moments about the two of them.
Pairing: Jimin x fem!reader
Genres ➪ fluff, cute, idol au, comfort.
sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^
The fandom maintains a long list collecting moments about the two of them.
A very unforgettable moment was in a photo session.
@/btspavetheway:Let's talk about the photo shoot that not only drove the fandom crazy for the elegant theme and cute and soft colors.
But let's also not forget that time Jimin made our Y/N very nervous...
*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.: *
The camera panned towards Taehyung, Jin and Y/N who were posing together at an elegant table displaying a variety of fruit, elegant glasses and jewelry that looked very expensive.
After that, a voice was heard that gave them the signal that they could get up.
The young people walked behind the cameras and lights running into the camera that was recording them.
Taehyung greeted the camera then Jin blowing a kiss and finally the young woman smiling and shyly waving at the camera.
Jin appeared on the camera again and began to speak to the army, "Come here with me" he looked behind the camera and seconds later the young woman could be seen next to him.
They began to talk and comment on the photo session, A few seconds passed and it could be seen how someone who could not be seen on camera pulled the singer by the pretty sweater.
She began to laugh, getting out of the grip and settling down next to the older man at her side.
Jin also noticed it and laughed but kept talking to the camera, Jimin's laughter was suddenly heard.
The young woman also laughed and it could be seen that they managed to take her once more by the sleeve of her sweater and remove her from the scene.
"Wait a bit" Y/N's whisper was heard "I have to go back to Jin"
You could see the girl's back appear on the side of the camera but you could also see how Jimin's hand wrapped around his hip, suddenly the young woman removed his arm and laughed nervously and went back to her elder.
"I think I can see your red cheeks" Jin looked at her smiling
"Really?" the young woman asked shyly "This nice sweater makes me feel a bit warm"
Jimin's laughter was heard again and Jin looked at him smiling "Ah? Jimin? did you do something to make him look like that?"
"We were just playing" the young man's laughter did not end while the young woman was still red
*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.: *
@/btspavetheway: Could you notice that? how her cheeks were a nice red color?
Maybe that big and cute sweater wasn't so hot, maybe when Jimin took her by the hip he did something that managed to make her like that and we won't know what it was T.T
It seems Jin didn't pay much attention to the minors and he didn't see what they did either.
If you like it, give me a like and reblog ^^
#jimin x reader#bts x reader#idol x reader#x reader#y/n#imagine#kpop imagines#fem!reader#kpop female reader#idol x idol#idol au#bts jimin#bts jm#soft imagine#bts fluff#fluffy#cuteness#bts 8th member#8th member of bts#bts jin#bts namjoon#bts hoseok#bts taehyung#bts jungguk#jiminxreader#jimin fanfic#park jimin#reader insert
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Accurate Gareth Emerson Headcanons (Head canons? Headcanons?)
Because none of them are actually f^ck1ng realistic.
tw: mentions of blood, broken bones, scrapes, body image issues, and some more
🕷 dresses the way that he does because HE IS CHUBBY. this man is thick. this man has extra fluff. he’s not skinny and scrawny like eddie or muscular and buff as fuck like steve. he’s CHUBBY. he has stretch marks and his protective layering shows when he sits down. big thighs and the subtle hints of baby fat on his cheeks. hence the sweaters, long-sleeves, jeans (never in shorts), and of course, the layering. he’s constantly checking his reflection to make sure he doesn’t look bad in whatever position he’s in. sometimes he stares at himself in the mirror for long periods of time and doesn’t like it, and sometimes he doesn’t look in the mirror at all until he’s fully dressed. you’re welcome.
🦝 it’s the 80s, he doesn’t know what pansexual/genderfluid/queer/gay means besides that they’re used as insults. he shies away from topics like that because he’s most likely been confused about his sexuality for quite some time. since he was little, he’s probably thought all genders were attractive, but god forbid he say it out loud. he doesn’t know the terminology or what any of his feelings mean until he’s much older.
🦇 he’s clumsy as fuck. he trips and falls and scrapes his knees and falls down the stairs and breaks bones and constantly causes his parents to have to dial 911. he had a rough childhood with broken arms and tons of stitches. been clumsy since he was a baby, probably had to have multiple surgeries because of accidents that he was the cause of. he’d probably call you crying if he sprained a single finger or something. which leads to the next one:
🦡 gareth emerson is a big baby. spunky and mean and “fuck you” on the outside, but he’s actually sweet and soft. not in the “soft boy uwu” way but in the “best friend’s older brother” way. he’d kiss your forehead a lot and let you listen to his music with him. you watch movies together all the time, but action-packed moves or really gorey horror movies. he loves horror, it’s funny to him when the cgi or effects are really bad. he likes to giggle at them with you and point out what the editors/directors did wrong in each scene. “blood’s not that color”, “it wouldn’t bleed that much”, “there’s not a thick vein there”, “that’s not what the inside of an animal looks like”, etc.
🐀 he has an animal bone collection. not the kind that you get from killing animals and taking their insides, but the kind that you find in the woods and put the miscellaneous pieces together to make it look cool. he has a big shelf in his room dedicated to animal bones, taxidermy, dead bugs, and other oddities. he likes to collect them and just look at them sometimes. he gets excited when he tries to show you his collection and he tells you stories of where he got each individual piece. “this one came from the backyard”, “this one was behind the school”, “oh, that one? found it when we bought the house”, I could listen to him for fucking hours someone stop me.
🦔 his room is probably a mess. clothes everywhere, band posters half-hanging up, drumstick graveyard in a shoebox, and miscellaneous food items all over the carpet. his parents don’t even bother anymore, he’s too messy and clumsy to keep up with his room. it smells like a teenaged boy in there, you can rarely see the floor, and the only thing that ever looks nice is his bookshelf of animal bones and the closet because he doesn’t use it. occasionally you can see the floor surrounding his drum set, but that’s about it. there’s underwear all over the place and dirty clothes in random piles on the floor. he only cleans it once a month if he’s lucky. his bed is a wreck, he keeps *everything* on there. candy in the comforter, comic books under the sheets, socks and tons of stuffed animals, pillows everywhere and the sheets are halfway off of the bed all the time. he loves it.
🦨 he doesn’t fucking listen to the neighborhood or arctic monkeys. if it was modern, he’d probably be into slipknot, pierce the veil, nirvana, green day, bullet for my valentine, and more like that. he’s never even heard daddy issues for real, damn.
kinda short but suck it, this is my opinion of him.
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ʷᶦˢʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ✧ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵏʸᵘⁿ ᶦᵐ
ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢᶦˢ: ᵃ ᶜʰʳᶦˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵈᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ
ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ
ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ: ____ (ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ'ˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ) , ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵏʸᵘⁿ, ᴶᶦʰʸᵘⁿ (ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ'ˢ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ), ᴹᶦⁿʰʸᵘᵏ (ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ'ˢ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ)
!!ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ!!ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵃ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵒᶠ ᶠᶦᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ!!
Christmas dinner with your brother, best friend and her older brother sounded nice, but no one said it was a good idea. It could have been a good idea, would have you and Changkyun not have had a fight just one day prior.
Swallowing back a sharp comment towards him the night before spared you a whole lot of explaining to do today, which meant that comment left unsaid spared you the crying you would've gone through. You could lie to yourself all day and night, but everybody knew that deep inside you either wanted to rip his guts out, either yours. No one was safe, either way.
"I'd ask what happened.. but I feel like you won't tell me anyway" Jihyun half asked and you fought a chuckle - Changkyun was around and you had been intentionally depriving him of even hearing you speak as long as he's around you. Yes, being petty is what kept you running.
After five long and exhilarating minutes - which is what took for him to leave - you finally gave her an answer "He was at it again" you answered with half a sigh. "Insecurities?" Jihyun asked and you could see it on her face - she was scared. All you were able to offer as a reply was a small nod before you two started to carry the dishes to the dinner table.
༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ .・゜゜・ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶
"So, when are you returning to the military camp?" You asked your brother, Minhyuk, and you didn't fail to notice the faint sadness that passed Jihyun's face; but that's a story for another time. "Actually" he said, straightening his back "I'm staying." Again, I would elaborate, but that's a story for another time.
༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ .・゜゜・ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶
The dinner wasn't bad, but it wasn't what it should have been, either. And you couldn't say that you didn't regret it, because you were done with lying to yourself.
The first one to leave was Minhyuk, quickly followed by your best friend - who gave a deep apology which you didn't will to take; there was no need for it - and, well, after that, no one left.
That's right - Changkyun stayed. You didn't expect him to, not one bit, but he did. And that was fine. That was more than fine, because even though there was a weird atmosphere between you two, you still needed him close.
The first act of closure of the night took moment in the middle of your dishwashing session; he repeatedly pulled up your sweater sleeves so they won't get wet, keeping minimal distance while doing so. The second happened after he offered to dry the dishes for you and the third, well, there was no third - there was a fight.
"Why am I even here? It's not like you deserve it." Changkyun's words echoed through your ears endlessly while you felt your world falling apart. 'not like you deserve it' hit harder than a truck. Your vision got blurry and your ears started ringing but you tuned it out the second your words started coming out of your mouth - without your will. "If there's someone between us who doesn't deserve the other one, it's you. I've sacrificed so much for you.. and got nothing in return." your voice was shaky and maybe you seemed weak and pathetic to him, but in that moment? you couldn't care less. "Nothing in return? All of our moments mean nothing?" he almost yelled and you could feel the upcoming anger in his voice, but that still didn't stop you from giving the following reply. "Exactly, because I don't believe in lies." In that moment, it all went downhill, at maximum speed.
Broken glass, screams, cries - all of that portrayed the scene you and Changkyun were caught up in right now. "I trusted you! I've put my heart into your bare hands and let you have your way with it, only to receive a tormented one back!" you yelled through tears, and immediately noticed him ready to shout back, because how could you call his heart tormented? - but then he paused, his eyes flashing with terror, moments before being filled with sadness. You weren't talking about his heart.. but yours. "I.. didn't.. ____.. don't say that, please." his voice was so shaky it almost blew you off; but right now that didn't matter. Because right there, in that moment.. it was the first time you hated the sound of your name slipping past his lips.
Moments after, both of you calmed down and started tidying up, but he soon started apologising - which you couldn't take.
"Leave. Please, leave, and never come back. For us." you were pleading him endlessly with the same words and all he could do was shake his head "no" while standing outside of your door, snow falling slowly, covering his dark hair and puffy jacket.
As she slowly walked away, you heard a small "pang" in your chest - the sound of your heart breaking. As much as you wanted to stop him, you shouldn't, and you knew it. You finally took a deep breath and turned around to walk inside, but then you heard your voice calling out his name, and realized it just when he turned around, full of hope.
But his face went dark with despair, and just minutes after he left, you heard your own words: "I wish you cared."
ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ᶜʳʸᶦⁿᵍ - ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢᵉᵠᵘᵉˡ. ᴴᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵒⁿᵉ! ᴬⁿᵈ ᶦᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ - ʰᶦ! ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ! ᴬ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ 🫂 ᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᶦᵏᵉ! ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵀᵘᵐᵇˡʳ. ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇʸᵉ!!
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The Stars (Aren't the Same Without You) Mario movie AU (death warning)
A blackout had hit the city, leaving the once bright, vibrant buildings dark.
It was late, nearly eleven at night and the streets were quiet in the Brooklyn neighborhood, most opting to stay in with the glow of flashlights, candles, and cellphone screens as long as they stayed charged up.
At one building the rooftop door opened, and a lone figure walked out. His dark brown hair was lightly ruffled by the breeze as he put his hands in his pockets and stared up at the clear sky. With the city lights gone, the stars shone brightly along with the crescent moon, twinkling diamonds set in a cloak of the darkest blue.
The sight matched the warm sweater Luigi was wearing, a gift from Mario. The stars on it had little eyes and they looked out on the world around them. Moving over to the bench he sat down, sighing as he swallowed hard. He had hoped coming up here wouldn't bring those old memories, but they burst into his mind in a violent flood of emotion…
"Aw the power's out!" eight-year-old Mario pouted, dropping his Nintendo controller. Luigi was behind him up on the bunk bed, clutching a pillow. A light bounced down the hall and their mother's voice reached them.
"Boys? Are you okay?" she pushed the door open, her concerned eyes immediately on her sons. "Yeah, but we can't play!" Mario said. "And it's so dark." Luigi whimpered.
Coming in, Marianna sat on the bed and put her arm around Luigi. Mario got up on her other side, still sulking and grumbling about 'nothing to do'.
"Now c'mon, I know it's no fun being in the dark but there is something we can do." she said with a smile. "Get your coats and shoes on."
More curious than confused, the bros did as she asked and followed her out of the apartment and up to the roof. Guiding them to the center, she kneeled.
"Now, look up."
Both did and were stunned. With the lights from the city gone, the stars stood out in the sky.
"Wow…" Luigi breathed softly.
"Whenever the lights go out and the weather's good, you can see the stars up here." she said. Marianna then began pointing out the big and little dippers and the north star.
Luigi, still a little nervous from the blackout, held tightly to Mario's hand as they looked up. Feeling his twin's fingers around his own brought comfort and he relaxed, taking in the view.
"Mario, how many stars are there?" he asked softly.
"There's gotta be bajillions of em! Bet there's other worlds, too. And I wanna see em!"
Luigi thought about it. "Can I come too, when you see em?"
Mario laughed. "Yeah! You gotta come with!"
Another memory took over, squeezing the very breath from Luigi's lungs…
The buzz of the hospital was blocked by the heavy sliding glass doors in the ICU. Luigi sat by the bedside and watched Mario as he slept. His face was pale, his breathing labored.
There had been an accident at the wrecking site. They had been working up on the second floor, tearing out old, leaking plumbing when the water warped floor gave way. Luigi managed to jump and roll aside but Mario had been right in the center as it gave out.
Heavy flooring, metal, and pipes crashed down on the older twin.
They had managed to dig him out and he was rushed to the hospital, but doctors didn't have much hope.
Mario stirred, weary blue eyes meeting Luigi's. Weak fingers tried to squeeze his little brother's hand as his eyes closed again.
"Weege…"he mumbled, "I…I can see the stars." he breathed out, growing still.
Luigi wrapped his arms around himself, tears falling onto his sleeves as he cried. He didn't hear the rooftop door open and the footsteps until his mother was beside him, loving arms pulling him into a warm embrace.
"I miss him, Ma. I miss him so much!"
"I know, sweetheart," she said softly, "I do, too."
He shuddered as he wept.
"The stars aren't the same without him."
By "CC"
Inspired by this artwork, with warm thanks to @fungalfalls
#fanfic#luigi#mario#mario movie#super mario bros#alternate universe#character death#triggering content
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Someone new and nice
I was on my balcony as usual doing my English homework when I heard my sister calling me to come down. She's not really my sister, she's actually my aunt's daughter, but we all just decided we were close enough to call each other that. And by we I mean me, Max, Ana and Michelle. There are two more of us, but they are at university. When I went down to the yard through the back door I saw that my aunt and her fiancee were talking to someone new. They were two women and two boys. One was tall and had long purple silky hair that was braided. he had a gray short sleeve shirt and brown baggy pants with lots of pockets gray leg warmers and i think he has black boots but i'm not sure. he also wore red star shaped sunglasses. He also had a small braid that was dyed hot pink next to his bangs. His eyes are turning from purple to pink and is it the eye shadow or he just hasn't slept in the last month so he has dark circles under his eyes. The other boy was a little shorter and had blue hair and eyes. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt and t-shirt with pink and blue stripes along with regular jeans. One woman had a blonde hair in a bun and was wearing a sweater and sweatpants. The other had red hair and green eyes and was wearing a purple dress with a white sweater. I was just about to move towards them when someone jumped on my back. Of course it was Ana. She is the youngest among us and has just started the eighth grade of elementary school. "Anna you rat you're going to break my back like that if you keep doing that." I told her as I put her down. "What. You're going to be a lizard. Lizards are interesting." Michel said as he passed us. "If you think it will be so cool, carry Ana on your back." I told him. I will no longer carry ana on my back. If he thinks it will be cool to break his back, let him carry her. "And here you are. Come to meet your new neighbors." Aunt's fiancee told us. "On our way" Ana said, hopping
//xornoth pov//
"Hi" I said. "hi" said the guy from the cafeteria. He's more beautiful than when he passed me on the street, and then I thought he couldn't look more beautiful than that. But now I honestly don't know whether to be happy or panicked that he is our neighbor. Next to him were what appeared to be his two sisters and a brother. "hello" my brother said. "hiiiiiiiii" said the shorter girl "I'm Ana. you?" she asked my brother. "I'm Scott" my brother said happily. "hi" said the older girl. it looks familiar. I think I saw her in geography class. "Hi" I said. "you have a name?" she asked. "Xornoth. My name is Xornoth. You?" I asked. "Max"
//third person pov//
"Kids we're going to have coffee inside you can get to know each other a little better" Joey's aunt walked inside along with her fiancee and Xornoth's moms. "Hey Max I bet you 5 bucks you can't climb this tree before me" Michelle said. "bet" Max said and they both ran. Anna and Scott had already gone to the two swings that were on the tree and started talking.
//Joey pov//
"So your name is Xornoth?" I asked. "Mhm" he replied. "How do you even spell that?" I added a question. "X-o-r-n-o-t-h" he answered "and what is your name?". "My name is Joey. J-o-e-y" I replied. "that's a nice name". "thank you". This is nice so far. Someone new and nice. Something I haven't seen that in a long time.
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To Cut My Losses (Heather)
A/N: As per tradition the 100 follower special is angst :) I’m not doing request from 1 to 10 October because I have exams hops you can forgive me :( After that I will spit out a shitton of fics. Also I might start Harry Potter and Marvel fics…Is anyone still a fan of Big Bang Theory?
Ship: Eris x Sibling!Reader, Azriel x Mate!Reader, Elorcan
Please note this is after Beron finally dies
Warning:
Official Masterlist
Inspired by: Heather but a different sexuality
I still remember the third of December
me in your sweater
when you said I looked better the you did
“Come here you trouble maker!” He laughed as he chased me around the house. I stuck my tongue out at him as I winnowed again. He chuckled. “Fine keep it, it looks better on you anyways,” He shrugged. Folding his arms across his tattooed chest. I blushed as I ducked my head, glancing at the sweater I had stolen from him, baggy and way to big for me. But, it felt nice.
I peered up at him through my lashes and that’s when it hit me, that mind-numbing sense of home. The mating bond. I looked down and up at him again, eyes widening but he seemed so unfazed. I guess it didn’t click for him. I was about to say something when Elain walked in and Azriel straightened. Of Course.
Only if you knew how much I like you
But I watch your eyes as she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue skies
She’s got you mesmerised while I die
Azriel’s eyes trailed Elain as she laughed with Feyre about whatever they were talking about. And when she started to complain it was cold, he asked for his sweater from me and passed it to Elain. I silently watched before my vision blurred. Swallowing, as I winnowed away back to the Autumn Court.
“Eris,” I whispered as I winnowed into his study. My older brother barely looked at me but when he saw my tear-filled eyes he immediately set his book down. “Y/N…,” “He’s my mate,” I sobbed. “Azriel is my mate,” I cried. Eris was confused but it then hit him like a ton of bricks. “He like Elain,” I nodded as I cried harder into my brother’s shirt, staining it with my tears. It reminded me of when I was younger, how father would beat me because I wasn’t a boy. How Eris would come and comfort me.
He ran a hand through my hair as I asked him, “Would he ever like me? I’m not even half as pretty. He gave her his sweater, it’s just polyester,” My voice cracked and Eris soothed me again. “Don’t say that about yourself, you can stay here from now on,” He mused. “Maybe it might cheer you up that Father died two hours ago,” I blinked at his words. Before giggling a little. As sadistic as it is, I was glad he was dead and I hoped he burned for what he did to Mother, to me, to all of us.
It did make me feel better, for a while.
Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead
It was the winter solstice as I mingled around, Eris at my side. That was when a loud gasp echoed through the room. Eris instantly turned to block my view but I saw Azriel kneeling in front of Elain, asking for her permission to get together. My heart broke in that instant.
How could he nit like her? She was clad in a beautiful flower dress that was pale pink with a snowflake necklace across her neck. And me? I was in Autumn colours, with bell sleeves, the skirt reached my knees. I turned and exited the House of Wind. Elain wouldn’t say yes, I knew that. She had written to Lorcan a few days ago wanting to try with him. But Azriel didn’t know that, yet he chose her. He chose her.
“Y/N?” A voice suddenly asked. I turned as I came face to face with my mate. “Let me guess she said no,” I deadpanned. He nodded before sitting on the bench on the porch. He looked up at me before his shadows suddenly speared for me and his eyes widened. He knew. He knew now. “Y/N, I-,” “Save it,” Was all I said. I turned away from him. “I spent years pining on you, you never reciprocated, always told me I was a sister to you,” A tear was on his face as he tried to stand. I stopped him. “I don’t think a mating bond can change the fact you don’t feel the same,” My voice was steady.
“Cause I see your eyes as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes,” I scoffed, “Cause she is brighter then the blue skies, and she had you mesmerised while I died,” I gulped, “I wish I was her, but not anymore. I don’t want to be with someone after years of them leading me on then breaking my heart, first with Mor, then gwyn, now Elain. I have to stop breaking my own heart, I have to cut my losses” I finally finished my piece and left. Maybe one day, if he can truly love me, maybe I just met him at the wrong time. Maybe one day, but I have to cut my losses.
Cause you like her better
I wish I was her
A/N: Hot damn. This is a short one, I am still working on Chapter 4 of Climbing out but I hope you enjoy this short 100 special.
(P.S. I’m hoping to post Chapter 4 by today or tomorrow so look out for that)
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SS Month ‘23 - Day 11
Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12
Prompt: The Fae
WARNING(S): N/A
The jeers at her back made her tiny legs pick up their pace, barely managing to dodge a thrown rock at her shoulder.
Little Sakura panted hard as she escaped into the underbrush, her little body barely snagging on the underbrush as she squirmed her way through. The girls chasing her seemed to fade from earshot as she struggled to her feet and kept running, not trusting herself to look back.
As soon as she deemed herself safe enough, she curled into the side of a tree and began to cry, sobs wracking her entire body as the cool wind made the little cuts on her knees and arms sting.
Today had seemed like a good enough day; her mother was in a good mood for once and her father had a day off from work. They’d had her favorite breakfast, and her mother had even called out to have a good day as she ran out to play.
And yet something had to go wrong. While she was sitting in one of the fields on the edge of the village, a couple of older girls began bullying her. She was content to ignore it, but then they started pulling hair. And then they started pinching cheeks.
She cupped a hand to her sore face, feeling the divots where their nails had dug into her face. She sniffled pathetically and wiped her running nose on the sleeve of her sweater, staring up into the canopies of leaves above.
The trees grew abnormally thick here, the forest floor dark despite the bright sunny day above. Roots snaked along the ground, threatening to trip up any who trespassed. The trunks were lithe and curved and some were stout and chipped from nature. Ominous chattering and bird calls echoed across the air.
Sakura shivered and curled even tighter around her legs. “I… I shouldn’t have come here…”
“I miss Daddy… I wish Mommy would come save me…” Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against her knees.
…
When she opened her eyes again, the first thing she noticed was that it was oddly silent.
Blinking, she looked around the dimly-lit forest and her bottom lip trembled. The bird calls were gone.
“H- hello…?” She called.
There was no answer.
Struggling to her feet, she dusted off her legs and braced herself against the trunk with her hand, clasping the other to her chest.
“Hello?” She tried again.
Soft footsteps crunched on the mossy ground.
She blinked, and all of a sudden a boy peeked behind a tree, a curious expression on his face. He seemed about her age, with unruly midnight hair that fell about his pale face.
“I heard you yelling,” he said plainly, pushing away from the tree trunk and coming closer. Sakura instinctively moved backward. “What are you doing here?”
“I- I’m hiding,” she meekly answered, ducking her head. “What are you doing here?”
The boy puffed up his cheeks and turned away with a pout. “I’m also hiding - my stupid older brother is too busy with training to play with me.”
Then he turned his gaze on her, and a smile spread across his lips. “Hey, you wanna play with me instead?”
“U- uh…?” She squeaked as he grabbed her hand.
“I’m Sasuke,” he told her.
“S- Sakura…”
“Just like your hair, right?” He pointed to her baby-pink locks. “Okay, Sakura, let’s play! I know the perfect hiding spots…”
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Fifteen years passed by in a blink.
Sakura’s family had packed up and moved away within a year, leaving the bustling village behind for a quieter life in the countryside. She grew up helping her father farm crops for a living, and finally she decided she wanted to move back to Konoha to start her own life anew. Her father had been sad, but her mother encouraged her independence.
So now here she was, twenty and staring at the old family home she’d lived in growing up. Miraculously the couple who’d been living in it were eager to sell it to her for a good price. After a week getting set up in the new place and securing a job as an intern at the local hospital, she decided to take a walk around the town for old time’s sake.
It had sure grown since she left. Her old family friends had all grown and led their own lives, the few friends she’d made she hardly recognized, and her old bullies had all left the village years before. Despite the new buildings and urbanized areas, the forest she’d played in so many times before had remained the same.
Before she knew it she was crawling through that same bush (now overgrown and flowering in the summer weather), and the sunny skies above vanished in the canopy of thick branches and leaves.
Sakura took in a breath. It still smelled of dampness and fresh oak. With a content sigh, she began her walk.
“The memories,” she mused to herself as she trailed her fingertips along the trunk of a certain tree. This one had some irregular notches carved into its side, along with the words “Summer 19XX” written below them. That was the summer she and Sasuke had marked their heights and promised to be friends forever, she realized with a forlorn smile. That was also the summer when her father told her they'd be moving away by autumn, forcing her to leave her new best friend behind.
So lost in her own thoughts was she that she hardly registered the soft crunching of footsteps behind her.
As she looked around, she started to realize that the chirping of birds was gone, as well as the buzzing of cicadas. With a frown, she turned.
“Sakura,” a deep voice greeted her, and she jumped as she spotted a young man with longer hair standing beside a tree.
Her eyes widened. Though time had matured them both, she knew those dark eyes and handsome features when she saw them.
“Sasuke,” she breathed, rushing to hug him. “Sasuke, it’s been- such a long time, look at you! Look at your hair! You’re all grown up!”
He caught her easily, holding her at arm’s length to study her. With a soft chuckle, he responded, “So have you. You’re almost to my chin now.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulled him in for a hug. He still smelled like smoke and pine, and his touch was warm as the rays of the sun as he hugged back.
“I’m sorry I was gone for so long,” she murmured into his shoulder before pulling away.
“It was lonely without you.” With a frown, he cupped a hand to her cheek and leaned in to search her face. “You finally got away from your parents?”
There was a delightful shiver that went up her spine at the intensity of his eyes. “I decided that the agricultural life wasn’t for me.”
He made a noise of agreement before letting go, taking her hand instead.
“Many things have changed since you moved,” he commented as they walked through the trees. “Konoha isn’t the small village you remember. Now it’s a city.”
“I’ve noticed,” she mused, squeezing his hand in hers. “Yet this forest has stayed the same. I wonder why…?”
“Well, that might be because of me.”
Raising a brow, she turned to look at him.
“I begged my father to keep them from bulldozing our forest when I was young. Somehow he got the council to agree to leave it - I still don’t know how he managed, yet here we are.” He shrugged and met her eyes. “I didn’t want you to come back to an empty lot.”
Her heart warmed at the soft smile pulling at his mouth, and her cheeks flushed pink. “Well I’m glad you got to keep it the same,” she responded.
“Me too.” Squeezing her hand, he stopped beside a tree. Sasuke turned with a mischievous gleam in his visible eye. “Hey, why don’t we play again? Like we did when we were children?”
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Love Bites pt 5
EddiexHendersonFemReader
Summary: You’re Dustin’s older sister and have had a secret crush on Eddie Munson since before your brother joined Hellfire Club. Dusin knows and has told you not to ruin his friendship with Eddie, but you can’t help yourself anymore. You think Eddie feels the same. Just in time for the world to fall apart.
What to expect: Definite s4 spoilers, follows plot closely w/ few changes, fluff, slow burn, eventual smut, sweet eddie, friends to lovers, possible kinks (haven’t decided), cursing, mention of drug usage (pot, drinking), def 18+
CHAPTER FIVE
Giving a heavy sigh, you slipped out of the front door of your house, closing it quietly behind you. Seeing Eddie’s van in your driveway was almost the exact equivalent to a dream you’d had more than you’d like to admit. You swallowed the heavy lump in your throat and gave a quick fluff of your hair as you headed to the van, wanting to make sure he caught a slight vision of your outfit in the milky glow of the moon light. Your heart was absolutely going wild in your chest, but stopped short the moment you realized he wasn’t alone.
“Oh. Chrissy. Hi,” your greeting was as awkward as ever.
“Hi, y/n. Sorry. I didn’t mean to crash your date.”
“Uh, it’s okay. What’s up, Chris?”
You got into the front seat and turned to face her, as she was sitting in the back. You happened to catch a quick glimpse of Eddie in the process and you were pleasantly surprised at the way you caught him checking you out. Your focus turned back to your lab partner and the queen of Hawkins High in the back seat. “Do you..uh, mind if I ask what you’re doing with Eds?” The subconscious use of his nickname caught you off guard, but you rolled with it. Chrissy shuffled uncomfortably, fidgeting with the sleeves of her cheer sweater. “Just getting some weed for Jason’s party,” she shrugged.
It kind of made sense. You’d always assumed Jason had been man enough to buy his own shit. However, a small part of you was pleased he had been too chicken shit this time and sent his girlfriend calling on his behalf. “That’s cool. Can’t believe we won tonight,” you commented in her direction. A simple “yeah” was all you got in response. You arched a brow at her, but decided to focus on the main event of the evening; the man in the driver’s seat across the way from you.
“How’d the campaign go tonight? Was Erica as badass as I always knew she would be?” You laughed softly as you focused all of your attention on Eddie. You noticed the way his rings glimmered in the moon as his fingers tapped gently against the steering wheel. He grinned at your question. “Actually, and don’t tell him this, but I might like Sinclair’s sister more than I like him,” he chuckled at the end. “Lady Applejack is a worthy member of the party.” You grinned to yourself. You’d always like Erica; even if she was brutally honest. That might have been her best quality.
“She’s a spitfire, that’s for sure,” you agreed.
“Yeah, I like her. Might invite her to join officially if Sinclair has committed to the dark side.”
Before you knew it, the three of you were pulling into the trailer park. “My friend Max lives here,” you offered absentmindedly. Eddie nodded in acknowledgement.
“There!”
Eddie once again nodded as he pulled into park at his trailer, which wasn’t far from Max’s. A part of you wanted to pop in and check on her. You listened to that part. “Guys, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna run and check on my friend really quick,” you sounded more frantic than you realized. “Yeah, sure,” they both agreed almost in unison. Eddie gave you a quick smile as the three of you got out of the van. “I’ll be right back, I promise. She’s just…she’s been going through a hard time,” you tried to offer an explanation, not wanting Eddie to think you were trying to blow him off.
“Y/n. Go, it’s fine sweetheart. I swear.”
Approaching Max’s, you gently knocked on the door of the trailer. You heard some rustling inside and were greeted with the surprised and confused look on your younger friend’s face. She stepped aside so you could come in. “What’re you doing here?” Max went for a large bottle of ibuprofen as she spoke to you. You noticed a harshness in her tone, but knew Max well enough to know it wasn’t personal. “I’m uh, hanging out with Eddie tonight and when I realized he lived here, I wanted to come check on you,” you said honestly. Taking a small handful of the pills with a glass of water, Max nodded. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, y/n. Just bad headaches a-” “And nightmares still?”
Your brow stitched together in concern and she simply looked back at you with a soft and sad expression. “Thanks for stopping by, y/n. I’m gonna lay down, okay?” A soft sigh passed your lips but you nodded. She wanted to be alone; it seemed she preferred it most of the time these days. “Okay, Max. Hey, y’wanna go to the arcade or something tomorrow?” “Y-yeah, maybe. Goodnight, y/n.” You said your goodnights to her and went to head back over to Eddie’s trailer. You were worried about Max. She didn’t like people worrying about her; but you knew that’s what friends were for.
The flickering lights in Eddie’s trailer caught your eye as you crossed the way. Your heart sank momentarily as only one thing in the world came to mind. Breath hitched in your throat as you approached Eddie’s home slowly. The only sound was the gravel under your shoes. You weren’t even breathing, it felt like. Then you heard a blood curdling scream that made you instinctively rush for the door, nearly pulling it off the hinges to open it. You couldn’t help but scream yourself as you were greeted with Chrissy’s body on the floor. Her bones had been snapped into unimaginable positions and she had no eyes. You then glanced to Eddie who was panting, frozen in fear.
Kneeling down beside him, you gently touched his knee. He jumped, screaming again. “Eddie! Eds…it’s me. It’s y/n. C-come with me..come on,” your voice was shaky, and as you stood up, you noticed your legs were too. It was all you could do to not look at the crumpled body of a classmate and friend behind you. Your focus was Eddie and getting him out of here. You would explain, as best you could anyway, once the two of you were away from whatever just happened in Eddie’s trailer. “Eds, we have to go.” you were firmer this time, taking his hand and pulling him to his own shaking feet.
“What the fuck was THAT? WHAT WA-WAS THAT!?” He climbed into the driver’s seat and you shoved him across the front. “You’re not driving right now. Just breathe…and I’ll explain.” You didn’t realize you were panting until that moment. Pausing briefly as you started the van’s engine, you caught your breath and got the two of you the hell out of there. How were you going to explain the Upside Down to Eddie? Was that even something from the Upside Down? There were no demogorgons or demodogs; no monsters at all. That’s what stumped you; despite the fact you were sure this was something otherworldly.
You pulled the van off the main road onto a smaller road that led to a boathouse which belonged to Reefer Rick. You’d bought from him sometime ago but always remembered he lived alone by Lover’s Lake. You stopped the van and turned off the engine, both of you still breathing heavily. “Okay.” You turned to face Eddie in the van, running hands through your hair as you tried to find the words. “Eds, what I’m about to tell you might be..difficult to take.” He scooted closer to you, doe eyes locked intensely on your own as he listened. You reached for his hands to ground you and remind you that you weren’t alone. The soft squeeze he gave in response let you know Eddie needed that as much as you did.
“There…there’s another world. Below Hawkins. It’s called The Upside Down.”
#eddie x fem!reader#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie x reader#henderson reader#stranger things#fanfic
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