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"Relax," Steve pleads.
You take another shallow breath and look at him through your lashes, trying not to show how fucking tightly wound you are even though he clearly knows.
"I'm okay," you say.
Steve's hand traces a maddening path, knuckles dragging up the valley of your chest to your neck, fingers stretching out as he cups your throat very, very gently, thumb along the right side of your jaw and index finger the left.
Any other time you'd be putty in his hands. His touches, his hand against your windpipe, it would've sent you into a tizzy.
Too bad you're already in a tizzy. Steve's hand, his other, dominant hand, pushes against the fabric of your dark tights, fingers stuffed snugly into your tight cunt. Your breath hitches as he spreads them wide, a familiar and numbing feeling.
Your grasp on his muscled bicep slackens as he curves them inward, two thick fingers prodding at your swollen soft spot again and again. You tighten around him and he groans right there into your neck, hair damp with sweat as it tickles your face.
"Fuck. You alright?"
"Faster," you whisper.
"Whatever you want, pretty girl."
You keen as his rhythm recalibrates and the pad of his thumb pushes into your clit, practiced circles drawn into the sensitive skin over and over and over. Each full turn has you limp. Steve has to abandon your neck entirely to keep you upright, holding your back away from the shelves behind you.
"Easy," he says, mouth hot and open as he searches for that little slice of skin under your ear that's gonna make you cry. He kisses you in time with his thrusts, lips a gentle brush compared to the thud-thud-thud of his index and pinky finger slapping into your sticky cunt. "Easy, baby."
The sound of his voice is a tether if nothing else, a reminder to calm down and keep quiet. You nibble your lip raw as the tightness in your core coils. Like he can tell —like he knows from the feel of you on his fingers alone — his thrusting slows. Turns gentle. He presses his hand flat to your skin whilst the other pulls you in, pushing you down onto his stilled fingers enough to make you whimper.
He pauses his hickeying to check your face.
Held tight to his chest like this in the near-dark with only your upturned phone to light his face, he has the deepest brown eyes you've ever seen. His lips are pink with blood bitten to the surface and slick with spit, so so soft that you can't help but lean down.
He pulls his wet hand from your cunt and presses it to your hip, holding you steady as he lifts his chin for a kiss. He's receptive — it's like you're in sync. You wade and he ebbs, breath hot and mismatched and ragged.
"You're okay," he says. A firm sterness. "Tell me."
He doesn't mean, Tell me you're okay. He means, Tell me how you feel. Tell me if this is too much for you.
Tell me if it's not enough.
You rub your thighs together as you pull down your tights, nylon at your knees as you guide Steve's hand back to your cunt.
"Please, Stevie," you say under your breath, chest heaving so hard it kisses his black polo. "Need you."
Your breathlessness has Steve's pupils turned to dimes.
He pulls you back toward him and kisses your neck ardently, forcing your head up and back so you can't see his wandering hands. One eases under the material of your shirt to spread wide across your lower back, hot as the heart of a star, and the other falls to his zipper. Your heart pounds with how much you want him, and it skips with every sound. The metallic shuddering of a zipper being pulled down, the light plink of his elastic waistband.
His teeth scrape your skin as he encourages your panties down to join your tights, the fabric ruined by his ministrations already. He gives your neck two quick kisses like apologies and then pulls away, his face shining with perspiration.
He spits into his hand. "Sorry," he says, eyes travelling down. You follow.
"S'hardly-" You gasp at his fingers against your slit, gaze thrown to the ceiling on impulse. "Hardly the worst thing I've seen you do, Stevie. Can you-" You hiss at the sudden return of his fingers, not hurt in any capacity but definitely not expecting it as he works you open. "Oh my god."
"Can I what, sweetheart?" he asks.
You pant. There's no other word for it, your lips part into a small 'o' and you struggle to catch your breath as he fills you up to the last knuckle.
It's a necessary step. Steve's shoulders aren't the only wide thing about him.
"Princess."
You come back into yourself. "Fuck," you say, desperate in the worst way when you see the way he's pumping his cock. Erratic, no rhyme or reason, mushroom tip leaking pearly precum. He slides his fingers up the shaft and pinches it between his fingers.
It ribbons as they come apart, as he strokes down his length and squeezes the heavy sack hidden at the base by a thicket of dark curls.
Impatient, you think. But no, not impatient.
Waiting for you.
"Fuck me," you say weakly. "Please."
"Come here."
Come here. How much closer can you get? Steve leans back and his arm wraps around your back as he pulls you up, forcing you on tiptoes. There's a mess of slick and fabrics between you, the two of you uncoordinated in your hurry, and he yanks your skirt out of the way so hard you hear the stitching stretch.
"There you go," he murmurs, hand guiding the tip of his cock to your hole, a sobbing wetness creeping down the inside of your thigh. He wipes it like he can read your mind, and then your clinging to him as you sink down. "Fuck, there you are. Good girl." His eyes shutter closed. His breath trembles. "Good fucking girl."
Your turn for kisses. You wrap you arms around his neck likely too tightly, a hand scraping back his pretty silky hair so you have a clear view of the side of his throat. You kiss him much nicer than he'd kissed you, attemps to hickey him all dismantled as he rocks you down onto his cock.
"Baby," he says, he praises, hand grabbing at your thigh to hold it up against his hip. You groan as he pulls out enough to fuck back in, doubly when he ruts his hips up and fills you completely.
An ache spreads all the way to your hips. Steve gives pause, kisses the side of your face, whatever skin he can reach as you hiccup into his neck. "Ah- Ah- Steve."
Wiry curls rub against your clit as he starts to move, slow, tentative movements.
"Harder," you mouth against his neck. "It's okay. I'm not gonna break." You're surprised he can hear you.
"I'm not trying to break you." His attempt at whispering is lackluster, voice heady with lust. "M'trying to make you feel good."
"I feel good," you reassure. You're all beggy and you know Steve can't withstand it, not while he's fucking into your heat like he is, not with your mix of slick on his hands.
His pace hastens after that. His arms grow tight around you as his cock kisses your sweet spot, pleasure heightened by the chesty sound of his breathing in your ear. You can't do much beside hang onto him, lips closing urgently over his skin until it burns with bruises. You're wet enough that every thrust is easy and loud, the closet you've found yourself in a vestibule of sex. You moan into his skin pleadingly, no clue what you're asking for as he fucks you dizzy.
Steve can't keep quiet either. His high approaches, his breathing wavers, his rugged panting suddenly coloured with a deep groan. You shiver at the sound, amazed at how close his moans sound to his laugh.
"Fuck-" he says, pained. "Fuck, baby- shit- so fucking wet." Too far gone to tease or mock you, Steve's fallen straight to praise. "Always so wet, pretty thing. Pretty cunt fucking sobbing on me."
It's like he's telling you a secret, the way he confesses.
His pace loosens. Sporadic, your hip aches as he pulls your leg higher and fucks into whatever new depth he can find.
You card your hand into his hair and tug gently.
His breathing hitches and you tug again, startled but not quite surprised as he whines. "Shit, shit, where can I-"
"Inside," you say immediately, "it's okay."
He groans as he cums, each sound loud and intoxicating, cock sliding up into your gummy walls until he's spent and panting into your hair, arms clinging to you as you'd been to him. He stays inside and you try not to move, knowing he's too sensitive.
"Steve," you whisper eventually, "leg's hurting."
He helps you get your foot on the floor, wincing at the shift but quickly recovering. His eyes light up and he smiles sweet as anything, chest rising like he's just run a mile.
"Baby," he says, always like it's more a praise than a pet name. His hands rub up your back soothingly. "Got you all twisted up, huh? I'm sorry," and he means it, kissing your jawline gently. "Sorry," he repeats, lips skipping over you skin. "How about you turn around for me, okay? No more gymnastics. Take care of my girl."
You nod speechlessly and Steve turns you around, the heat and wet of cum dripping down the inside of your thigh.
"Hold your skirt up for me, okay?" He chuckles, a laugh all to himself. "There you go. Thank you."
Steve pushes in and drags your hips up against his own, hand wrapping around your lap to rub over the bump of your cunt. Mess is everywhere and his fingers fight for purchase, three hot fingertips to your clit.
"Make some more mess," he murmurs, shifting his hips slow in time with his circles as he warms up again. You mewl as the speed increases and he gets a little deeper, circles timed with his thrusts, bringing your hand to his yo make him go faster. You're pleased to tears when he understands and fucks in as deep as he can. Tight tight circles and quick thrusts.
You bounce against his hips and it doesn't take much for you to cum, your breath hiked and panicked as the coil snaps. Steve murmurs encouragements, fucks you just that little bit longer to keep it going. You moan his name without thinking, a teary-eyed gasp that has him covering your mouth.
"Shhh, baby... Fuck. Best feeling in the world," Steve says quietly into your ear, almost indecipherable over the sound of you fighting for air. His hands squeeze and relax in time with your tightening cunt. Air hisses from between his teeth and tickles your neck.
He waits for you to catch your breath before he pulls out, the both of you sticky and sweaty and aching. He guides you into his side and gives his softening cock a few sadistic tugs.
You reach across yourself to tuck him back into his pants. He pulls your panties and tights up in turn. You stare at each other, and then you burst into contagious giggles.
"Think it's obvious?" Steve asks, fingers braceleting your wrists so he can wipe your wet palms down the front of his shirt before he zips up his jacket.
It's definitely obvious. You both look like sex, and now you're done the sounds from outside seem quieter than before.
You shift from foot to foot, thighs sliding against each other.
"I'm slimy," you complain good-naturedly. It would take a freight train of problems to dampen your happiness.
He brings your damp hands to his mouth and kisses your curled fingers.
"Sorry," he says to each one. "It's my fault. Couldn't wait."
Your legs tremble, your knees are weak. You feel languid and glowing as you hide your face into his neck, completely in love with how swiftly his lean arms needle over your shoulders. One hand behind your head, one between your shoulders. Protective.
"Should be," you mumble, your smile audible.
"I'll make it up to you."
"Not in this closet, you won't."
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season of the witch - j. miller
a/n: first joel fic! got super into this one, and it's super long. uhhhh hope you enjoy and happy october! also want to give a huge shoutout to @luveline for her au writing and her luna lovegood!reader which was a huge inspiration to this fic. love you jade!!
warnings: spooky themes, kissing, mentions of yearning, don't think too deeply about the dialogue sometimes i kind of hate this ok, ellie and reader being best friends, dana struggling, like kind of horror stuff, some angst, burns, mentions of murder
word count: 5.1k
summary: you've lived in the small town of everbrook for a while now, and you thought nothing could shock you anymore. you're wrong.
paring: monsterhunter!joel x witch!reader
now playing: season of the witch - donavan
"you've got to pick up every stich/oh no, must be the season of the witch"
Ever since you moved to Everbrook, you could tell everyone around you thought of you as odd. You were twenty-two, what were you doing living in a small old cabin outside of town? Didn’t you want to go to parties, do drugs, whatever it was that kids did these days?
Maybe that’s why you loved Everbrook, it felt like time had stood still even now, years after you had visited as a small child. There was something charming about it, as if you had stepped into a fairytale. Only fairytales had less gossip than Everbrook did.
You had frequented Everbrook every Halloween as a kid. Your grandmother had lived in your cabin once, and much like you, she had a house and a mind full of secrets and spells. Your grandfather died before you were born, and that was when your grandmother hauled all her things to buy this cozy nook of Everbrook.
And every Halloween, she would whisk you and your siblings away to celebrate. The town loved Halloween and was known for its fairs and parades. And it’s dark corners.
To tourists, just like you were as a kid, whispers of vampires, ghosts and witches were just silly ways to get them to buy merchandise.
But your grandmother swore by these stories, telling you to be careful of how you spoke ill of the supernatural. And it was only on your fourteenth birthday did you truly find out why.
You could never describe it, why your grandmother showed up on the dark and stormy night that was the eve of your birthday. It was like she knew something was going on, something bigger than just turning fourteen.
When you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t control anything. Things flew off your shelves before you could fully grab them, candles lit with nothing but a gentle blow of wind from your mouth, and when you went to school that day, an infamous bully had decided to pick on you the wrong day. You just glared at her, telling her to “eat frogs.”
As the first frog hopped out of her mouth, you stood horrified. Then the next one came. And the next one.
You didn’t stop running until you got home, where your grandmother sat, swirling her spoon in her cup of tea. Her hand didn’t touch the spoon. She told you that day of the truth. That every other generation, a child is chosen to become a witch in your family. Your father missed it. And she told you the story of your grandfather, a monster hunter sent to kill her. But something had happened on that mission, something no one could explain. They had fallen in love.
And for years, your grandfather was able to tell the entire hunting community that she was off limits. When he died, he told her to move to Everbrook.
“Why Everbrook?” You had asked, and she looked at you, with this mischievous smile.
“Surely you understand, my dear.” When you said nothing, she chuckled. “There’s magic there. Magic that keeps hunters from going anywhere near the place. That’s why there are so many monsters there today. Witches, like me and you, we’re harder to find. But vampires, ghosts, demons. They’re all real. And a lot of them live on sacred land like Everbrook.” She explained. “That’s why we must go, and I must teach you how to control your gifts—”
You stood up, seemingly horrified by this idea. You weren’t some kind of freak; you were totally normal. You had no reason to go with her.
“I’m not going with you! I’m nothing like you!” You stormed off to your room, inclining her to drop the topic for now.
Time and time again, your grandmother would encourage you to let her teach you. Instead, you sheltered yourself away from the world, focusing on maintaining the abilities you had. They terrified you. You were just a kid, how could you be a scary witch, something that was made up to scare small children into behaving?
So, you never went to your grandma’s house again. And you didn’t celebrate Halloween, and for a long time, you pretended. Pretended you were normal, when you went to college, in your relationships.
But the past eventually caught up with you when your grandmother passed away. She had left you her house in Everbrook, as well as a small sum of money. She had written you a letter, begging you to move there, to read her old books and to embrace who you were.
It took you almost a year, but you did.
That was a long time ago, and yet, it was also yesterday.
You lived a peaceful life in Everbrook. You learned how to at least properly manage your magic, not yet totally mastering it. You planted a garden and made sure your vegetables and herbs were always taken care of.
You made friends with various groups of monsters, your favorite being a ghost that haunted your favorite coffee shop in town. You live a good life, one devoid of people chasing you and trying to kill you for what you could do. You were simple the village crazy person, always on the outskirts of town in your own little world.
Sure, Everbrook was a small, quaint town. A little too small at times, but you loved your small crazy time. Nothing went exceptionally wrong here.
That is, until you meet a monster hunter named Joel.
• • •
Okay, you don’t know he’s a monster hunter when you meet him. He doesn’t know you’re a witch, so what did it matter?
He had moved to Everbrook with a kid, Ellie. You wondered why. Why a man in his late forties, early fifties, would adopt a teenager, and why they would move to this strange little town, away from everything.
You meet him in the bookstore. You, in between tending to your garden and learning spells, are determined to learn how to bake. You’re a good cook, but baking doesn’t come nearly as easily to you.
He’s shopping for comic books when you see him. You note everything about him, letting your head tilt to the side as you examine him. He wears this green and black flannel, appropriate for this time of year. His jeans are this dark blue, and his boots have leaves sticking to the bottom of them. The roots of his hair, and small pieces of his beard, are gray.
You bite your tongue.
You’re suddenly seventeen years old, with your first real crush on a guy. He was your older brother’s best friend. You suppose you’ve always had a thing for older guys, then. It was just a habit you’ve picked up on. Not that you weren’t of an appropriate age, but there was still a gap.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you it was rude to stare?” He asks, not looking up from the comic he’s inspecting. Your head turns, trying to tell if he’s talking to you or someone else. Besides the bored employee at the front counter, you’re the only two people in the store.
“How’d you know I was staring?” He chuckles, looking up to you for the first time, and he’s struck by your appearance. You’re wearing these dangly crystal earrings, with lavender flowers sticking out of your belt. You wear boots too, although they’re much less dirty than his, and sticking out of them are bunched up woolly socks. You’re holding a basket, with a loaf of bread inside, as well as a jar of jam and some chocolates. Your shirt is this deep purple, and the sleeves become nice and flowy after your elbows.
“Just had this feelin’, darling.” Your cheeks flush at the nickname.
“This feeling?” You mutter to yourself, not really asking for clarification. You take a few steps forward, flipping through the comic books. You don’t look at him. “Looking for anything specific?”
“Comics for my... for a friend. Turnin’ fourteen, figured I should get her something.” He tells you. You cringe at the age, remembering your horrible fourteenth birthday.
“You have a friend that’s a fourteen-year-old girl?” You question, a light teasing tone to your voice. He gives you this look, one of sarcasm and disbelief, without a touch of annoyance or anger.
“Will you just give me a suggestion, or are you going to keep asking questions?” He asks.
“Touche.” You say, before pulling out a cool sci-fi one that had been recommended to you. “Here, get her this one.” You hand it to him, and he examines it for a few minutes, seemingly trying to get a grip on what it is and what the plot was. But, he figures his friend will enjoy it, so he glances back at you and smiles.
“Thank you,” He pauses, asking you for your name without asking for it. You tell him, and he still has this small smile on his face. “I’m Joel. Joel Miller. Am I gonna be seein’ you around?” He asks. You shrug.
“I live on the outskirts of town, in this little cottage. I only come into town every so often.”
“The old brick one with the overgrown garden?” You frown. “I live in that area, in the cabin with the blue mailbox.”
“My garden is not overgrown, Mr. Miller, it’s just full!” You defend. But it perplexes you, no one except introverts and people who want to stay hidden live in that area. You wonder what Joel Miller could possibly be hiding but convince yourself for the moment that Joel Miller is just an introvert. After all, that’s what you tell people when they ask about you. He chuckles, shaking his head.
“Then I’ll see you around, Darlin’.” He hums, and nods to you, “Thanks for the help.” Then he goes to the counter to pay for the gift, and then he’s gone. You must have this perplexed look on your face, because the woman at the counter, Angela, just smirks as she rings you up.
“He’s handsome, huh?”
“What?”
“The guy you were talking to.”
“Well, I can’t say he’s not handsome.” Your face flushes. She laughs, although not maliciously. \
“Even fairies who live on the outskirts of town like you deserve love.”
“’m not a fairy...” You mumble as you make your way out of the shop, head turning down the sidewalks to see if you can spot Joel. When you can’t, you begin your long walk home, disappointment stabbing at you the whole time.
• • •
The next time you see Joel, you go to his house.
You don’t go to see Joel, but you made these homemade chocolate chip cookies, and they turned out a lot better than you expected. You want to share your creation with someone, so you head to the cabin with the blue mailbox in hopes of finding the young girl he lives with and giving her them as a birthday present.
You decide, on the off chance that you do see Joel, to wear this cute dark green jumper, with a black layered skirt, as well as your standard black boots. You put your hair up with a bandana and head over to your destination. It’s colder than it was the other day when you met him, but it’s nice.
In your basket, you keep the cookies, as well as a bundle of flowers from your garden. You knock on the door, and a young girl answers, her hair pulled back. She wears ripped jeans, an Adventure Time tee shirt and a long-sleeved black shirt under it.
“Uh... Can I help you?” She asks.
“Hi! Does Joel live here?” You’re sure he does, but you want to make sure just in case. The girl gets this smirk on her face, and you feel your ears go red.
“You’re the one from the bookstore.”
“…He told you about me?”
“Won’t shut up about you. I’m Ellie.” She smiles, and opens the door further, inviting you to come in. “He’s upstairs, I can grab him for you—”
“Uh, I’m actually here to see you.” She stops and looks at you. “He told me it was your birthday, and I decided to give you these.” You pull out the cookies and the flowers and hand them to her. She gasps at the sight of the cookies, delicately putting the flowers down before grabbing a cookie. She hums, looking to you.
“These are amazing! I haven’t had good cookies in so long, Joel isn’t much of a baker,”
“Neither am I, honestly. I’m still learning, but I figured it was your birthday and you deserve some.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” She hums, finishing her cookie.
From the top of the stairs, you hear a familiar voice yell out, “Ellie, who was at the door?”
“Come down here and find out, old man!” You laugh, but quickly stop laughing when he comes down the stairs. His hair is wet from the shower. You want to scream at how good he looks. He just stares at you, and neither of you says anything until you decide to go first.
“Uhm, I brought cookies.” You say, “I’m sorry for the intrusion.”
“No, no, you didn’t intrude... I just, wasn’t expecting you is all.” He says honestly. You begin to look around a bit at your surroundings and realize that Joel and Ellie have been living the bachelor life, and there aren’t many boxes. You wonder if they had any boxes to begin with, since it seems they’re close but there’s something off about the whole dynamic. You can’t put your finger on it, but you see that Ellie clearly isn’t here against her will.
But who are you to judge? You live a witch’s life, and that isn’t something you share on a first date.
“Well, help yourself to a cookie,”
“Hey! You said these were my birthday cookies!”
“Ellie!” Joel scolds, looking back at you. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“Sure, that would be nice.” You smile, and he gets you one. “Would you like to go outside to talk?” You ask softly, and he just smiles and nods, grabbing a cookie before going out with you and your coffee. You lean against the porch railing, sipping your coffee. You wait for him to begin the conversation, suddenly quite nervous.
“So…How long have you lived in Everbrook?”
“A while. Are you gonna be here for a while?” You ask.
“I think so. I like it here, nice, and quiet.”
“Yeah, it’s nice.” You hum. “How’d you wind up with Ellie?”
“I uhm… I adopted her. Knew her folks.”
“Oh, I’m sorry...”
“’s alright...” He smiles gently and sips his coffee. “She liked that comic book you recommended, so thanks...”
“No problem. She’s a nice kid.” You smile.
“So, what’s your deal, Darlin’?”
“My deal?”
“You’re always dressed in these crazy outfits, and you have this dazed look about you. Like a little bunny.” Your face flushes, and you laugh.
“I just like living the simple life. So, what if I dress a little eccentrically? You dress like a lumberjack all the time, am I gonna see you chopping trees?” You tease, smiling gently. He laughs and it makes you all warm inside. Maybe he really likes you.
“No, no chopping trees for me.” he said gently, leaning against the banister.
“Well, what do you do for work?” He pauses and stares out into the forest ahead of him.
“I used to be a hunter.”
A chill runs down your spine, and you begin to think. It would make sense, his sudden showing up in Everbrook, his interest in you. But how does that connect back to Ellie? Why would he adopt a teenager in his line of work?
Why hasn’t he killed you, then?
“Yeah. My grandfather was a hunter. Until he met my grandmother, then he couldn’t do it anymore.”
Joel stays silent, sipping his coffee.
• • •
About a week goes by, and Joel shows up at your door. The top part of your door is swung open and you’re cooking dinner when he walks up the path through your garden. He calls your name into the open door, and you quickly appear. You grin at him, and then you notice the bouquet of wildflowers he holds in his hands.
“These are for you.” he says softly, and you take them, a large grin on your face.
“Thank you. They’re gorgeous.” You tell him.
“Pretty girl like you deserves pretty flowers.” He says, and your cheeks flush.
“Please, come in.” You tell him, opening the bottom of the Dutch door. He steps inside, and notices how warm it is. Not temperature wise, but there’s this feeling to it. Warm yellow lights, plants everywhere, the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. Somewhere from deeper in the house, music plays.
“What’re you cookin’?”
“Oh, I’m making chicken parm…Do you want to stay for dinner?” You’ve never asked anyone to stay for dinner, it’s a bizarre feeling.
“I’d like that.”
“Alright, good. Then set the table, and then we can eat.” You tell him. He hums and goes to do as he is told. Eventually, you manage to plate and serve dinner, sitting across from him. You watch him for his reaction to the food, and after a few bites he just hums lowly, and looks at you, pointing to the dish with his fork, not saying anything. You grin. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Thank you for having me for dinner. I came over to apologize, really.”
“Apologize?”
“I didn’t mean to tell you I was a hunter. I know how off putting that could be for someone, to hear I hunted animals.”
You can’t confirm your suspicions that he was hunting more than just animals. So you let it go, in favor for him not pushing you and finding out that you were a witch.
“It’s alright, Joel. Everyone has to make a living somehow, right?” You hum. He smiles and nods. “So, where’s Ellie tonight?”
“Eh, I wanted to give her some time to herself.”
“Good man.” You smile, continuing to eat your food.
“Where’d you happen to come upon this little cottage?” He asks you, tilting his head.
“I inherited it from my grandmother.” You told him, a soft smile on your face, as there always was when you thought of her. “She was a good woman. She passed away when I was twenty-one.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He tells you, and you can tell by this look in his eyes that there’s something more to his sentiment. That this is a man who has known grief well and is haunted by it. You wonder if he toured the country killing people like you before or after he became good friends with grief.
“It’s okay. I got to move here and live a good life.” You confess, and this makes him smile again. Then, you can’t help but ask. “Why’d you move to Everbrook, Joel?” He tenses at your questions. You can tell he’s contemplating what to tell you. You know whatever he tells you will only be a half truth no matter what.
“Ellie got into some trouble where I used to live. Figured a place like this would be good for her. Safe.” You can tell it’s not a lie, but you aren’t satisfied with it. That’s when you realize you have to know. You do know that all hunters have the same tattoo, right above their inner elbow on their biceps. It’s always a bow and arrow, with the hunter’s initials incorporated into the arrow. You also know the tattoo is protected by some sort of seal that burns most creatures to the touch. You have to know. So, with a wave of your hand, subtly, the glass of wine Joel drinks from spills all over his flannel, and he huffs.
“Oh my god, here,” You start handing him napkins as he attempts to clean up the mess. He glances up at you, and his eyes have this look about them. Like he knows you were the reason it spilt. Then, he starts to unbutton and pull off his flannel before he suddenly remembers that you would see his Hunter’s mark. You realize he knows your plan and stand, going over to him and dabbing his flannel with your napkin.
“C’mon Joel, take the flannel off.” You sigh, and he says nothing. He slowly begins to pull off the flannel, but before you can really look for a tattoo, his hands are on your waist, pulling you between his legs.
He leans up and kisses you before you can see the tattoo. You put your hands on his cheeks and kiss back, bringing yourself closer to him. He hums into the kiss, standing up and walking, so that you’re up against your counter tops.
His hands are roaming your sides, and you groan softly into the kiss. The desperation you’ve had since you met him, it all comes to a head. Your hands first go to his hair, where they play with his hair, including the grays that threaten to push you over the edge.
Despite your suspicions that he wants to kill you, you want him desperately. You groan as he bites your lip, tugging it a bit, and you just moan. Your hand runs down his arm, because just for a moment, you forget the context of the kiss.
You pull away when your hand starts to burn, letting out a yell.
He looks terrified that you’ve found him out. Tears prick your eyes.
“I knew it..” You whisper softly, turning to run your hand under cold water. Joel’s tattoo glows, as it always did when anything supernatural touched it. “I think you should go.”
“Darlin’, I—”
“Go, Joel! I don’t want you here, just fucking kill me when I’m walking home from the market! Don’t kiss me like you want me when you’re here to kill me!” You snap, tears running down your face. He doesn’t say anything after that. He steps forward and kisses your shoulder gently.
He turns and leaves, and even though you tell him to leave, you turn back hoping to see him.
The worst part is that nothing makes sense anymore. He’s stronger than you. If he wanted to kill you, he could have. And how does Ellie fit into the situation, why would he move to a magical town with a teenage girl?
You’re frustrated, and your hand is burning. You cry some more as you attempt to clean the spilt wine, frustrated that it stains the rug that the table stands on. You were such an idiot, why would you let him kiss you? Why would you kick him out after?
You decide a cup of tea will help clear your mind, but you don’t stop crying all night.
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The full moon looks beautiful tonight. You’ve charged your crystals and have done your monthly rituals to enable a prosperous month ahead. So, at around midnight, you go for a walk through the woods. Even though you know how dangerous it is. The woods, on nights like tonight, are full of werewolves. But most of them live in their own woods across town, so you don’t expect to have any problems.
As you’re walking, you’re thinking about Joel. You can’t help it, your kiss has you yearning for more, and you’re just desperate for him. You’re too deep in your thoughts to hear footsteps behind you, until someone grabs your arm and you’re pulled behind a tree.
And when you see Joel, you’re even more mad at him.
“What’re you doin’ here?!” He whisper-yells, and you glare.
“What are you doing here?! I’m allowed to go for walks whenever I want, you aren’t the boss of me!”
“Always so damn in your own mind, could you consider for a moment that I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay?!”
“You’re here to kill me!”
“I’m here to make sure Ellie doesn’t kill anyone or get herself killed!”
You stop.
“What...?” That’s when you hear it, a howl. It sends a shiver down your spine. And that’s when it all clicks. Joel isn’t hunting you; he isn’t here to kill you. Ellie isn’t a kid he adopted from a friend, she’s someone he’s assigned to protect. He used to hunt, but not anymore. “She’s a werewolf.” You look at him.
“And you’re a witch, are we all caught up now?”
“How’d you know?’
“Before the mark burnt you and you spilled my wine? I just knew. I hunted people for years, but you witches, you always have these cabins in the woods, and you’re always baking, and you always have flowers. It’s like y’all are one big stereotype—” He’s cut off by your lips on his, and his hands are on your hips again, pushing you against a nearby tree. You hum before he pulls away, starting to kiss down your neck.
“Joel...” You say softly, your hands in his hair.
“I’ve got you, sweet thing...” He mutters, biting down on your neck, leaving a mark.
Ellie howls again, closer now. It snaps you both out of your trance and you look to each other. He grabs your hand, and you make your way through the woods, back to your cabin. He’ll make sure you get home safe, and then he’ll continue to look after Ellie. But he hears it before you—Panting, pattering steps behind you.
“Run!” He tells you and you both take off. Twigs scrape the bottoms of your legs and your arms as you run, never letting go of Joel’s hand. Your skirt catches on one of these branches and you topple over, letting go of Joel’s hand. Before he can reach you, Ellie is on top of you—She’s smaller than other werewolves you’ve encountered but the weight of her fur is too much. She has you caged in, and she has this snarl on her face.
Then, the strangest thing happens. She starts to sniff your skin, as if trying to figure out who you are.
“It’s me, Ellie. It’s just me, ‘m not gonna hurt you, honey.” You tell her. And it’s as if a lightbulb switches inside of her head, and suddenly she’s licking your face, happy you’re here. You groan at the slober, and gently push her head away from you.
She backs off, letting you get up. You kneel back down to scratch her head.
“Why were we running if we knew she wouldn’t kill me?” You ask.
“Didn’t know that. She doesn’t attack me, but she’s attacked others.” He tells you. You hum, picking up a stick and waving it in front of her face, before throwing it as far as you can. She runs off to get the stick. It makes you laugh.
You stand fully now, glancing back to Joel.
“So…”
“I gotta finish looking after her. She’s my mission now.” You nod, stepping closer to him.
“Well..” You start, your hands on his shoulders. “You could at least kiss me again.” He grins and leans down, kissing you softly before pulling away.
“Like that?”
“Hmm, I was thinking something with a little more passion...” You shrug. “It was okay, I guess.” You tease, and he smiles, then brings you in for a longer, deeper kiss.
You spend all night with Joel, looking after Ellie and kissing until dawn. When the morning comes, you go out in search of Ellie on your own, a blanket and some pajamas in hand. Joel’s searching the other way. You find her, cold and alone, huddled up by herself. You frown.
You crouch beside her and wrap the blanket around her, frowning softly.
“Sorry I licked you.” She says softly. You recognize the tone of her voice. Her shame in who she is. You empathize with it, remembering how horrible it was to be fourteen. You smile and hand her the clothes.
“Don’t worry about it.” You turn so she can get dressed, but the blanket remains wrapped around her shoulders. You realize she doesn’t have shoes on. You frown and pull off your boots, kneeling in front of her. You gently put your socks on her feet, and then your boots. You lace them up, and make sure they’re nice and tight. “There. Nice and warm.”
You glance back up to her, and you see tears running down her face. You frown and bring a hand to cup her cheek. She doesn’t have to say anything, you know she feels ashamed and embarrassed of her newfound abilities.
“Oh, honey… You don’t have to apologize. I was bitter and angry when I became a witch, and it destroyed me. You come from a very long line of werewolves, and—”
“I’m the first one. I got bit six months ago.” You frown. That’s why this wasn’t Joel’s first time watching over her on a full moon. And you’ve heard of werewolves biting kids before they’re fourteen and starting a new line of the creature.
“Then I’ll teach you. How to live this life, how to be happy in your own skin. It won’t be easier, but embracing who you are is so much easier than ignoring it. I’ll be here every step of the way, and so will Joel. We’re not gonna leave you to deal with this on your own.” You tell her, and when you stand up finally, she hugs you tightly. You smile to yourself and hug back.
“You two okay?” Joel asks when he finally finds you two. Ellie wipes her tears and smiles at him.
“Yeah, let’s go home. I’m sick of these woods, and I want breakfast!” she declares. You laugh, rubbing her back and beginning your walk to their cabin.
This is it, you decide. This man and this girl, they’re it for you. They are your happy ending, your family. Sure, it’s not the most conventional family, what, with a werewolf, a witch, and a monster hunter. But it’s yours, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thrilled to have them.
You have spent so many years longing for someone to see who you are and love you despite your freakish abilities. But all along, you were meant to be around freaks who are just like you. You are designed to be each other’s family, and you were always destined for the fate of your grandmother—To fall in love with a monster hunter and live a quiet life in Everbrook as you perfect your spells.
Joel looks back at you for a moment with this perplexed look on his face.
“Darlin’, where the hell are your shoes?”
#joel miller#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#the last of us#tlou#joel miller fic#joel miller au#ellie williams#ellie williams x platonic reader#ellie williams werewolf au#joel miller monster hunter au#halloween fic#joel miller fluff#joel miller angst#i hate this#i hate doing tags#not proofread
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eddie munson rec masterlist - november 2022
“kiss of the knife” by @indouloureux 18+
“the pirate and the princess” by @mypoisonedvine 18+
jealous!eddie by @corrodedcorpses 18+
“i know you want to be a good boy” by @/corrodedcorpses 18+
“twilight zone” by @havecourage-darling
stealing eddie’s clothes by @sweetpeapod
“can’t you tell?” by @writingdumpster
“be a good girl and spread your legs” by @corrodedhawkins 18+
eddie keeps a photo of you in his van by @harrywavycurly
eddie’s nose scrunch by @ddejavvu
cowboy!eddie by @usedtobecooler 18+
“don’t you want be baby” by @/usedtobecooler 18+
period sex with eddie by @/usedtobecooler 18+
“domestic bliss” by @/ddejavvu
roan gets jealous of eddie by @luveline
halloween with roan and eddie by @/luveline
shy!reader x rockstar!eddie by @/luveline
vampire!eddie saying i love you by @/luveline
vampire!eddie startles you by @/luveline
“love bites” by @/luveline 18+
giving eddie a handjob by @wroteclassicaly 18+
“more than a friend” by @strangermarvelss 18+
professor!reader by @/mypoisonedvine 18+
helping eddie word his campaigns by @quinnsmunson
giving eddie a sloppy blowjob by @/indouloureux 18+
“the pain of letting you go” by @/strangermarvelss 18+
“would you kiss me in a crowded room?” by @robiin-buckley
wayne raising eddie by @munson-blurbs
eddie is a smoocher by @/ddejavvu
“easily” by @roanniom 18+
cockwarming eddie by @mantorokk-writes 18+
“simple rules” by @userquinn 18+
jealous!eddie by @littledemondani 18+
“one last time” by @/littledemondani 18+
“how the tables have turned” by @/littledemondani 18+
“hush, baby” by @/littledemondani 18+
making you recite his lyrics by @/littledemondani 18+
“say yes to heaven” by @lilacletter 18+
“hoping i’ll find (a glimpse of us)” by @inknopewetrust
“love is kinda crazy with a spooky little boy like you” by @punk-in-docs
just the tip with perv!eddie by @/quinnsmunson 18+
perv!eddie steals your panties by @/quinnsmunson 18+
“it’s your party and i’ll cry if i want to” by @carolmunson 18+
“potty training” by @queenimmadolla
“life’s no fun without a good scare” by @nyxoz 18+
eddie tries to make you squirt by @/usedtobecooler 18+
“love like blood” by @/punk-in-docs 18+
“rumour | part 2” by @msgexymunson 18+
“safe word” by @munsonsbaby 18+
“dirty dreaming” by @eddiethefreakkmunson 18+
“dead lover’s lane” by @chainsawmunson 18+
line cook eddie by @bewilderedbunny
eddie makes you squirt for the first time by @/userquinn 18+
insecure!reader sits on eddie’s face by @/ddejavvu 18+
“never kissed” by @forourmoons
“hold on” by @myobmaya
“your web, i’m caught” by @/punk-in-docs
“is it my body” by @/punk-in-docs
“power of suggestion” by @/punk-in-docs
“head over heels” by @/punk-in-docs
perv!eddie watching steve fuck you by @/usedtobecooler 18+
rockstar!eddie fingers you by @newlips 18+
“was it love or nicotine?” by @/punk-in-docs
“wolf men & secret heists” by @/punk-in-docs 18+
“don’t need telling twice” by @/punk-in-docs
“this is how it starts” by @/chainsawmunson 18+
“the yes policy” by @pinkrelish 18+
“boys on film” by @/corrodedcorpses 18+
daddy and princess masterlist by @/quinnsmunson 18+
“the end is near” by @pullhisteeth-archive 18+
sucking eddie’s balls for the first time by @sunflowersteves 18+
eddie solo session by @eddiemunsonsmum 18+
“love bites” by @loveshotzz 18+
“panda eyes” by @pullhisteeth-archive 18+
single parent!reader meets single parent!eddie by @/sweetpeapod
sound sensitive reader x rockstar!eddie by @/luveline
junie puts on a show by @/luveline
“alone, in my mind” by @/userquinn 18+
shower with eddie by @/userquinn 18+
lovesick!eddie by @/userquinn
spitting with eddie by @/userquinn 18+
bestfriend!eddie gives you a massage by @/userquinn 18+
“take it slow” by @/userquinn 18+
you catch eddie moaning your name by @/userquinn 18+
eddie knows you like him by @/userquinn 18+
brat!reader tries to get eddie’s attention by @/userquinn 18+
edging eddie by @/userquinn 18+
“dirty little secret” by @/userquinn 18+
dacryphilia with eddie by @/userquinn 18+
dad!eddie x babysitter!reader by @/userquinn 18+
older rockstar!eddie by @/userquinn 18+
how eddie is in bed by @/userquinn 18+
hatefucking eddie by @/userquinn 18+
calling eddie baby cow eyes by @/userquinn 18+
giving gifts to eddie by @/userquinn 18+
“don’t hang up | part 2” by @/userquinn 18+
*all recs will be tagged under eddie munson x reader*
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crappymixtape recos
going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿
❤ remus being mood(n)y – @luveline ( remus says something he shouldn't before the full moon, and later campaigns for your forgiveness with affection and a confession, fem!reader • remus x reader )
❤ ”become the sun” – @headkiss ( figuring out how to move on from life in hawkins, steve takes a trip to the beach, where he meets you, who becomes his tour guide and maybe more than that • steve x reader )
❤ ”my name is what you decide” series, 18+ only – @upsidedownwithsteve ( you’d learned well before then how to tell the difference between new money and old money and Steve Harrington was old, old money • steve x reader )
❤ ”tenderly, tragically” series, 18+ only – @upsidedownwithsteve ( friends with benefits, but oh no! there's feelings – canon adjacent, kind of? smut, summer, car sex • steve x reader )
❤ summer fic-fest: the masterlist 18+ only – @lovebugism ( here you will find the entire collection of summer fic fest drabbles, organized by character and theme, for your viewing pleasure • steve / eddie x reader )
❤ whatta man: halloween edition coming soon! 18+ only – @loveshotzz ( one shots for both steve and eddie at the halloween party at the bar – covers steve’s night where you realize all the girls have a crush on the bouncer at the foxy lounge // eddie’s night where the bartender’s not the only one at the foxy lounge who likes your costume tonight • steve / eddie x reader )
❤ ”can’t keep my hands to myself” 18+ only – @theemporium ( it was a placebo effect, you were so sure of it, but a deal with your boyfriend makes you rethink your stance on the aphrodisiac-laced chocolate • eddie x reader )
❤ eddie comfort – @wroteclassicaly 18+ only ( TW: depression, anxiety, mentions of past trauma/injury (Eddie’s wounds), & mental illness (reader has bipolar disorder) // hurt that ends in comfort, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, fluff • eddie x reader )
❤ of summer and soulmates series, eddie's story 18+ only – @lofaewrites ( TW: read at the link! // a modern soulmate au + songfic series • eddie x "popular" reader )
❤ of summer and soulmates series, steve's story 18+ only – @lofaewrites ( TW: read at the link! // a modern soulmate au + songfic series • steve x reader )
❤ "orange juice" 18+ only – @sattlersquarry ( TW: read at the link! // steve's world changes in the worst way when he loses you – he struggles to move on, but he learns he might not have to when he miraculously gets a second chance with you • steve x reader )
❤ "be patient" – @livingintheupsidedown ( TW: PTSD, trauma // after everything that happened at star court, steve's struggling more than he realised • steve x reader )
❤ "august" a no good at waiting one shot – @familyvideostevie ( what steve and bee girl are up to this summer – fluff, angst, miscommunication, musings about making choices, and lots of love • steve x bee girl )
#crappymixtaperecs#fanfic rec#fic rec#steve harrington fanfic#steve x reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie stranger things#steve stranger things#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#makeacrappymixtape#remus lupin#remus lupin fic#remus lupin fan fic#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#remus lupin imagine#marauders
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Another Eddie Munson Fic Rec
This is my 3rd fic recommendation list, and i could probably make so many more.
Smut = *
May contain some Steddie fics, I cannot lie i love them.
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the "yes" policy ~ summary: After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend, and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be.. but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining. im a WHORE for mechanic eddie, add single dad eddie?? nothing can get better than this. multipart fic! written by @pinkrelish
seeing stars * ~ summary: A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. She’s armed with a gauntlet of jewelry and the sharpest wit Eddie’s ever come across. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she’s an unreadable brick wall when she’s sober. Will Eddie’s attentive persistence help him break down the walls she’s put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Or will Eddie be the one who ends up with wounds to hide? A story about learning lessons the hard way when it comes to letting people in. Vulnerability and honesty will always be rewarded. Even if it doesn’t feel that way at first. posting this one again bc honestly it is so good and i feel as if it is completely underrated. this author is so so good at writing and is also just a sweet person. PLS READ IM BEGGING. written by @boogiewrites
rumor * ~ summary: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious... pretty spicy. eddie has a tongue ring and a dick piercing. written by @msgexymunson
i put a spell on you ~ summary: Eddie stumbles upon a house in the middle of the woods that contains something he never expected. What happens next is a lot of crazy shit, that takes him on a rollercoaster of emotions. But what he got out of it was a pretty great girlfriend and confirmation that magic was real, and badass. written by @farfromharry
simple rules ~ summary: eddie doesn’t have his life together any better than the next person, but for his daughter, he fakes it well. all he really needed was balance, but he wasn’t sure that even existed—not until you. im such a sucker for dad eddie. its so cute. will hit everytime. written by @munsonquinns amazing writer, their stuff never misses.
bad things *~ summary: You’re the head cheerleader and you fuck Eddie Munson in a bathroom at a Halloween party. written by @goldenbuckyyy
camera shy * ~ summary: eddie’s a popular camboy, along with your best friend steve. one lucky introduction manages to turn your life upside down, arguably, for the better. camboy eddie is near and dear to my heart. written by @munsonquinns
say yes to heaven * ~ summary: when you don’t know what to be for halloween, eddie gives you the perfect idea without even knowing it. he always calls you his angel, so you decide to become one and surprise him for halloween. the events that take place after he sees you are far from angelic and show the devilish side that eddie brings out of you. written by @lilacletter
love bites* ~ summary: eddie munson is super weird. he holds your hand too tight, he has a fascination with your neck, and he can’t give a hickey to save his life. good thing you’re super weird, too. vampire eddie. written by the amazing @luveline anything written by this author is simply phenomenal.
this town’s for the record now ~ summary: 'we’ve been friends since childhood, and I’ve accepted that we’re just not meant to be. I’ve moved on and encouraged you to follow your dreams. I didn’t know that your dream was me.’ written by @harringtown
pretty persuasion * ~ summary: You are the proud owner of Hawkins Records and have been for some years now, but dwindling sales mean that you might be forced to close the store that you love so much. Help comes in the form of Eddie Munson, former friend and frontman of a very successful band, but since the two of you hadn’t parted in the best way 12 years ago there is no telling what will happen when you reunite again. absolutely fuckin LOVED THIS HOLY SHIT. pls read. so cute. written by @serasvictoria
somethin unholy* ~ summary: steddie smut, her boys, their girl, it was time to give in. written by @upsidedownwithsteve
fuck me like you hate me* ~ summary: reader begrudgingly ends up crushing on eddie and she is forced to admit it to him in the middle of some very steamy hate sex. written by msgexymunson
rainbow lights ~ summary: A bad trip at your local bar has you seeking out Eddie Munson for help. And he'll be damned if he can't make you feel better. written by @retrobutterflies yall already know this author is so good. i think theyve been on all of my rec lists
the black cat* ~ summary: you and eddie are practically in love with each other, but don’t dare admit it. When the two of you run into each other at steve’s halloween party and he catches a glimpse of your costume, the dams holding back your guys’ pride, break. written by yeonjuns-beanie
do you wanna touch me?* ~ summary: When you and Eddie take a different route in the Upside Down, you come across a strange fungus that leaves you with some unintended side effects. i <3 sex pollen storylines. written by @chestharrington
headliners* ~ summary: Eddie Munson was famous. And an asshole. You were also famous. And a Bitch. You had both been reading each other's lives through headlines for the last five years, so then what happens when you both start to miss out on life milestones? THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT. JUST READ IT. written by @sequincowgrrrl
forbidden fruit* ~ summary: something that is desired all the more because it is not allowed—you find yourself torn between the idea that even though eddie is in a position of authority as your professor, he’s still what you crave the most. written by @munsonquinns
the jar* ~ summary: Reader had a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie. Eddie finds the “hookup jar” after one of their nights together. written by @sweetyyhippyy
faster* ~ summary: Reader goes to watch one of Eddie's most important races but when a dangerous maneuver almost ends in disaster, she helps Eddie calm down in the only way she can. racecar driver eddie???? are you kidding???? thats so sexy. written by @pxrxcxa absolutely love this author omg
kaleidoscope ~ summary: after the death of your father, you and your fourteen year old sister move into the forest hills community. your neighbor, eddie, is very kind, very helpful, and very pretty. things between you and your sister are tense as you learn how to take care of her and how to allow her to grow. written by @newlips
i hate you ~ summary: You and Eddie Munson know exactly how you feel about each other. Until a moment changes everything and you embark on a journey of discovery about your relationship. written by @violetrainbow412-blog
made for lovin you* ~ summary: after years of silently pining for your best friend, you finally accept a date at your favorite dive bar. but things never go as planned, do they? alternatively, jealous eddie, too many whiskey shots, and a friendship shattering, almost confession that leads to some delicious smut. written by @xechowritesx
all i ever wanted ~ summary: Eddie has always been your best friend, the person you'd much rather spend your time with than going out on dates, but he swears he never wants to get married and likes to play the wingman for you, so you've come to terms with the fact that things will always just be platonic between you...or will they? written by @denim-mixtapes
friday the 13th ~ summary: you and eddie have a standing best friends date every friday the 13th to watch your favorite horror movies. after you get asked out on a date for the same day, eddie is worried you forgot about him. written by @satelliteddie
disjointed* ~ summary: Nurse!Reader is reunited with her high school crush in the emergency room. written by @boomhauer
this is how it starts* ~ summary: you’re an aspiring writer who gets a chance to interview the frontman of corroded coffin. he’s not shy about taking an interest in you. written by @chainsawmunson
no other will do ~ summary: You're home from college for the holidays. Eddie's playing a show and he wants you to be there. How can you say no to the boy you've been in love with since freshman year? written by @sanguineterrain
i want your video* ~ summary: You had to make your ex pay for what he did, to you and his former fellow Hellfire party member. There's only one person that can truly help you with that. written by @thefreak-thebanished
a special surprise* ~ summary: Reader surprises Eddie by wearing lingerie for him… for the very first time ever. written by @whoahoney
cherry stems and strawberries* ~ summary: When your brothers best friend takes you by surprise after a interesting movie night. written by @86-babyy
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do you guys like steddie??? bc i can make a whole separate post with just steve x eddie.
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson imagine#joseph quinn#eddie munson fanfics#eddie munson x female reader#stranger things 4#stranger things spoilers#steve stranger things#steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson rec
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what i read this month - oct. '23
❀ = nsfw/mature content, minors dni
reminder to read the warnings before a fic & to support writers & reblog :)
organized alphabetically by fandom, then by pairing, then by author
harry potter
— ron weasley —
the yule ball - @marvelslut16
type: oneshot, genre: angst, fluff
summary: you wanted ron to ask to the yule ball but you get asked by someone else. jealous!ron ensues.
commentary: the perfect mixture of jealousy and playfulness and love confession and cuteness all in one 😍
marvel
— peter parker —
peter p. blurb - @webslingingslasher
type: blurb, genre: hurt comfort
summary: peter helps you grieve the loss of a loved one
commentary: so sad yet so sweet 😭
peter p. blurb - @webslingingslasher
type: blurb, genre: fluff
summary: you find out peter's hair is curly
commentary: this was so cute like i need to read more of your stuff because i LOVED the two things i read this month
stranger things
— eddie munson —
no more tears - @aphrogeneias
type: oneshot, halloween, genre: fluff, hurt comfort
summary: it’s halloween night, 1986. you want to celebrate your favorite holiday after the year you and your friends just had, but after being dumped by your, now ex, boyfriend a week before puts a damp on your plans. eddie munson, however, has a different plan for you
commentary: i loved the dynamic between eddie and the reader in this one sooo much! and the payback andrew got was 🤌🏼
eddie m. blurb - @eiightysixbaby
type: blurb, friends to lovers, genre: fluff
summary: play wrestling with eddie turns into more
commentary: absolutely so frickin adorable 🤍
❀ what about you sweetheart? are you scared? - @lilacletter
type: oneshot, halloween, genre: fluff, smut
summary: when your plans fall through with the younger kids, steve gets a brilliant idea. that you and the rest of the gang should go explore the old creel house. reluctantly, you all agree, having nothing better to do. eddie is quick to sneak away with you once you’re there, determined to find out how scared you really are.
commentary: story - 10/10, smut - 10/10, and the ending is hilarious! if you love soft sweet eddie but also hot sexy eddie, this is the fic for you (update: op, unfortunately, deactivated so i can't link it, but believe me when i say this was a phenomenal fic)
i wanna be more part 1 & part 2 - @maxxxineminxxx
type: twoshot, genre: fluff, angst
summary: y/n tells eddie she wants to join the cheer squad he has a bad reaction at first but then he calms down. y/n thinks everything is fine until she sees her replacement standing at eddies locker. they look close? & y/n attends the party she was unsure about going to, only to find out that eddie's there as well with his "girl?'' eddie is still ignoring y/n and she is determined to find out why.
commentary: my heart was broken but then it was mended with part two ❤️🩹 love love love this!!!
— jonathan byers —
hurtless - @stveharringtn
type: also steve harrington x reader, oneshot, cheating (of the emotional variety, not physical), genre: angst, hurt comfort
summary: after having an argument with jonathan about how he depends on nancy far more than he does on you, steve finds you once he's heard about your fight
commentary: hurt my heart for the reader but it was so good
— steve harrington —
steve h. oneshot - @katsu28
type: oneshot, genre: fluff, angst
summary: based on these prompts: "you called me your friend." "was i not supposed to say that?" "you really think i'm just your friend? after these last few weeks?"
commentary: so well written and so easy to feel what the reader was going through and connect with her! 100000000/10 <3
steve h. oneshot - @lovebugism
type: oneshot, genre: fluff, hurt comfort
summary: steve comforts you after a no good, really bad day
commentary: steve is a sweetie pie and is the best protector/comforter in the world
steve h. blurb - @luveline
type: blurb, genre: fluff
summary: you're used to doing all the chores and things since that's how it has been for you in past relationships. however, you come home to steve doing some of those chores and freak out about it
commentary: another one for sweetie pie stevie 🥺🥰
hurtless - @stveharringtn
type: also jonathan byers x reader, oneshot, cheating (of the emotional variety, not physical), genre: angst, hurt comfort
summary: after having an argument with jonathan about how he depends on nancy far more than he does on you, steve finds you once he's heard about your fight
commentary: hurt my heart for the reader but it was so good
nail to the coffin - @thetargaryenbride
type: series, byers!reader au, genre: fluff, angst
summary: y/n byers wondered what would end up being the death of the small town she lived in. she never expected that the last nail on the coffin would be hammered by monsters from another dimension who would end up hunting down her friends and family one by one…
commentary: i finished season one, two, three, and i think i've got a couple chapters left in season four and i absolutely LOVE THIS!! the way the storyline is altered is so good and still fits the stranger things vibe
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Reading junebaby and singledad!eddie by luveline has me wanting steddieverse eddie to be a daddy so bad like imagine him up all night baking cookies for his little girls halloween party at school.
ugh, i live for luveline's june baby and eddie/roan ficlets.
i don't think i'll ever write gcbc!eddie as a father because i don't think i'll ever go that far down the line in their life, but i do have a wip of rockstar!eddie as a dad!
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Hello! I’m sorry that today has been hard for you :( Hopefully it gets better and I’ll be positive that tomorrow will be better as well! My day has consisted of running errands, stressing over football, and being blessed with a nosebleed courtesy of accutane right when I started to eat haha I’m hoping that I’ll find some time to start working on getting through the list of fics I’ve been meaning to read. Have you read anything fic wise or book wise lately that you’ve really liked?
omg! thank u my dear <3 boo to the nosebleed and the stress!!! I’m about to stress over formula 1 now that I’m home 😅 I am also so behind on fics!! right now I’m sooo transfixed by @luveline ‘s Halloween party fics, they’re all lovely! I’ve got so many things to devour otherwise. I read a book this week called the wild hunt by emma seckel which I really really enjoyed. it’s good for fall and a bit spooky but still made me cry! what about you lovely?
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hi!!! congrats on 31k babe🧡 could i get 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 with dad!eddie and roan, where r buys roan lots of stuff for halloween because she can't decide on a costume and eddie's just wildly in love with his girls? ty
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tysm!!!! roan and eddie forever ♡ dad!eddie x fem!reader
You ignore Eddie when you get home. Sometimes (rarely, so rarely) you choose to visit him first where he's making dinner after work. But today, as you usually do, you choose Roan. He can't even be mad.
"Roan, my princess," you greet, voice deeply entrenched with love. "Give me a kiss before I die of no kisses."
He listens to Roan standing up on the sofa and the sound of you picking her up over the back of it. Her voice, scratchy with Friday night tired, rings all the way to the kitchen.
"Hi, mommy."
"Hello," you say. He doesn't have to guess what the next sound is, your kisses landing over both her tiny cheeks.
Her calling you mommy is getting to a more often than not stage and still, still, it makes his heart soar. He knows your heart does the same. He's hugged you and placated you enough times now to now how much it means to you.
I just love her and I can't believe it, you'd said once.
"Roanie," you say, your voice growing louder as you walk into the hall. There's a sound of rustling plastic. "I know you said you don't know what you want to be for Halloween, so I went to the costume store on my lunch break and I have some stuff for you look at."
His daughter cheers at the good news and the two of you appear in the kitchen doorway, both of his girls looking super tired because it's the end of the week.
"Hi, gorgeous," he greets, saccharine sweet.
You kiss Roan's cheeks again. "Dad's talking to you."
"While she's super duper gorgeous," he starts in parentese though Roan's a little too old for it — she melts shyly anyway — and ends more serious, "I was talking to you."
You receive his rough kiss to the top of your cheek with a smile as melty as his daughter's, practically leaning into his lips.
"Hi, handsome," you say.
"Super duper handsome," Roan says, obviously feeling the love.
He kisses her cheek though he'd already spent ten minutes after school cajoled into a sleepy cuddle, which he can't wait to tell you about. (See: rub it in your face.)
You set Roan down in a chair by the kitchen table and peel open the bag. Eddie leans against the counter next to the stove so he can watch while he keeps an eye on dinner as you pull out lots of things, too many things.
There's a princess costume first and foremost. Roan has more princess dresses than she knows what to do with, especially the pricy one you'd gifted her when she first moved in, and it's pale compared to the rest of your options: a pumpkin costume, a black cat, kermit from the muppets.
Then there's the add-ons. "I got this gross fake blood stuff, and I got zombie make up, and bandages if you want to be a mummy. And if you don't like any of it we can go back in the morning and have a look around, don't worry, I can't take back what you don't want. Or we can keep everything and make you a crazy monster of things. Ooh! I saw, like, a red wig and if daddy says it's okay I bet we could make you some shells and you could be Ariel."
You keep going, you chat and babble and somewhere between it all your hands end up in Roan's hair, petting it away from your face as you go.
Eddie knows it isn't easy to go all out. Working long hours every day, coming home to more things you wouldn't have done before. He's had a lot longer to get used to how little time he has, and he wouldn't blame you if you slacked on certain things. He's guilty of slacking all the time. Being a parent is hard. Sometimes McDonald's is worth it for the ten minute silence.
But you rarely slack, you do things he hasn't asked you to do often, and he always takes it for what it is — love. Sick, cheesy, puts-hallmark-movies-to-shame, love. For him and his girl.
Roan makes Eddie literally as proud as she can when she smiles up at you and says, "Thank you," in her serious little voice.
"You're welcome!" you say with a laugh, throwing a look over your shoulder at him that's just as proud. Get a look at what you made, Munson.
"Roan, you're gonna have to let me kiss her for at least the next ten minutes," Eddie says severely.
"Ew, no!"
"Five?"
Roan hums. "Mm, maybe less?"
"Two?"
Roan nods and climbs off of her chair. She changes her mind a couple of seconds into her journey and turns to run upto the table, grabbing as many halloween things out of the bag as she can carry before she leaves. A trail of bits and bobs like breadcrums fall behind her.
"What did I do?" you ask, giddy as Eddie snakes his finger through your belt loop and tugs you into his chest.
"Just lemme kiss you," he pleads. There isn't time to explain the details.
You beam and grab his face in both of your loving hands.
He barely gets a minute of kisses when Roan starts shouting for someone to help her. "I'm stuck in the pumk-min!"
"She's stuck in the pumk-min," you repeat adoringly.
"I heard."
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lovely jade!!! may i request an 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 + 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭! with rockstar!eddie? something like, maybe he went too far with his insults publicly and he notices how the reader went quiet and just decided to ignore him because it hurt them too much?? thank u ily <333
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tysm for ur lovely request my angel ily ♡ rockstar!eddie x fem!reader
Eddie is a really pretty guy. He has these huge brown eyes made impossibly bigger by his makeup, his dark kohl-liner and his glitter, his barely-there lip gloss. On stage his costuming is fit to match, messy and dark and bold. You love how he looks, though you'd rather die than tell him, which might be why his insult hurts so badly.
You're not sure you're even meant to see it. Somebody asked him about it while you were on the opposite end of the country, weeks since the last time you saw him in person. It's a video of Eddie outside of the Los Angeles Morgan Centre, an extremely big, ridiculously prestigious venue to play for. He's not as popular as his band's frontman but he has his own crowd of dedicated and over-eager groupies at each event, and he spends a stupid amount of time fanning his own ego outside prancing around for them.
In the video, he's signing a photograph of himself. He's a dick, but you won't deny how nice he is to his fans. "What was that?" he asks the cameraperson with a glitzy smile. "I can't hear a word you're saying, babe."
"What did you think of Y/N's outfit at the Mallball Festival last week?"
"Can't say I saw it."
Somebody very helpfully provides digital evidence. You watch his expression turn impassive upon presentation. He gives a derisive little snort.
"Well, wasn't that brave?" he coos.
The girls around him all laugh. Maybe that's the worst part. His insults, niche, subtle things in person, less subtle via interviews, they've never mattered to you because, although you don't really like each other, you'd at least thought you'd garnered his respect. You're good at what you do, you're just as good on the guitar as he is, and you bring something new to the scene as he had when he started out. You'd even convinced yourself that your feuding was an outlet for a mutual jealousy.
But to hear him make a throwaway comment like that, to be the butt of one of his jokes, it hadn't felt directed at you. Honestly, you'd felt like he put you beneath him.
You don't use your computer for weeks. You play the best that you have in years, city-hopping, gigs blending into one another. You shove your stupid black skirt to the bottom of your suitcase and try not to break out in hives whenever you see it. Wasn't that brave?
His condescension follows you on stage every night. You hate how much power you give him. You really start to hate him, and you really start to hate yourself for letting him get to you.
Your tour takes you all the way to New York where Corroded Coffin, Eddie's band, had finished their own tour a month ago and are now lavishing in celeb dens across the city in a splurge the media are calling their 'victory tour'. And Eddie does look victorious, though he always looks that way when he sees you.
"Oh, Y/N darling," he drawls, arm thrown over the back of a couch five times as long as him, a pretty girl underneath it. Your blood hammers in your ears at the sight. "I was wondering when we'd be reunited."
You don't meet his eye. You make no indication that you've seen his smug, awful face or his smarmy, lilting voice. You skirt around a small herd of people behind the couch and head into the kitchen, a huge space made up of marble and glass. Fucking celebrities, you think scornfully. All this money and they spend it making their homes look like science labs.
Lucky you, there's an open bar with an actual bartender behind it. You ask him for something sweet and wonder if you should leave now. All the fun feels like it's been sucked out of the room. You're in no mood to party.
Eddie finds you again soon enough, a maraschino cherry between your lips.
He stops dead in front of you, face twitched up like he's smelling something he doesn't like.
You pop it out of your mouth without eating it and turn back to the bar, dropping it into your empty glass. Appetite gone.
"You drink like you play."
You drag your finger across the sugar-encrusted rim of your glass and wait for him to finish.
"C'mon, Princess. Indulge me. I'm trying to tell a joke." He folds himself into the space beside you, arm braced on the countertop. You can feel his gaze on your cheek. "You drink like you play."
"How's that?" you murmur.
"Like a freshman in college."
It's pretty lackluster, considering.
"What, no biting reply?" he asks.
He's stressing you out. You'd imagined your meeting again a hundred times since that stupid fucking video, how you'd chew him out. How you'd tell him to go fuck himself. You even imagined slapping him across the face once, but that hadn't felt right. You don't want to hit him, you want him to leave you alone.
"Babe-"
He stops as you loll your head onto your shoulder and look at him. You make your eyes as soft and sweet as you can, eyebrows pinched up at the starts, a doe-eyed, imploring gaze with the tiniest hint of a frown.
Eddie looks surprised. It's nice, to have caught him off-guard.
"I don't wanna talk to you," you say. Not pleading but close. "So just... leave me alone, okay?"
"You don't wanna talk to me."
"No." Your eyes get stuck on his glitter. White and shiny, smeared over each eye totally uncaring. You'd hoped to find something else to say and come up blank because you're really not bluffing. You don't wanna talk to him.
"I wanna talk to you," he says, sounding startled.
Your heart races but you cling to your exterior facade of calm. "You don't."
"Yeah, I do," he says with a rough laugh.
"You don't wanna talk to me, you want-" You look away from him, fighting to find a way to leave, an excuse. "You wanna make fun of me," you mutter.
There, across the room, your bandmate meets your eye and gives you a concerned frown. She waves you over.
"I gotta go," you say.
Eddie catches your arm before you can, thick fingers braceleting the skin above your wrist, the metal of his heavy rings smooth to his string-wrought calluses. You look down between your two bodies at his pale hand against your skin and huff expectantly.
He drops it immediately, and he says what you're not expecting, "I'm sorry."
Eddie doesn't say sorry. Not to you.
"It's okay," you say on impulse, pulling your arm away from his open hand.
"No, it's- it's not. I'm grabbing you and you don't wanna speak to me, and that's not fair."
Humility and regret are a good look on him. You can't believe he's actually apologising for something. He sounds cut up, his thick brows furrowing over creased eyes.
"You can leave," he says, and then winces, "you always could, obviously, but- I mean, I won't stop you this time."
You've taken a step away from him that feels very righteous when your need to know talks over any self-preservation or dignity, turning back to him with lips already parted to talk.
"What did you mean, when you said it was brave?"
His eyes widen. "Come again?"
"You said my outfit, my clothes at the Mallball, you said, 'Well, wasn't that brave?'" Your voice betrays your hurt. "What did you mean by that?"
"This is about your skirt?" he asks incredulously.
Whatever, you think. Whatever. If he's determined to be a dick for the rest of his life then that's his problem. You glare at him and start to walk away. Eddie follows behind, though he doesn't grab you again.
"You're mad about that? That was weeks ago."
You ignore him. God damn this house for being so grossly huge.
"That's why you won't talk to me?"
You speed up. He matches, and then he's swinging in front of you.
"That's why you wont talk to me, because of a throwaway comment I said eons ago?"
"We don't talk, Eddie. This isn't talking. Whenever we see each other we argue, or we hit below the belt, or we just plain bicker like kids. And I," — your voice hikes up with insecurity, "thought that was our thing. You don't have to like everybody and I dont like you, you're gross and you're rude and you think you're better than everybody, but we- but you-" You look at his shoulder rather than his angry face, embarrassment a cold splash. "You're mean, Eddie."
"You can be pretty fucking mean too, sweetheart, I don't know if you forgot."
You swallow. He's right; it was the wrong stone to throw. You and Eddie have always been cruel to one another on that sub-surface level, always getting a little too close to bone. It's not his fault you couldn't take it this time, and-
"But I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."
You look up. He's mad still, his pretty mouth set in a line.
"I don't say any of that shit to hurt you."
You get what he means; you don't poke fun at him through the tabloids or bitch at him outside of award show bathrooms because you want to ruin his day. You do it because you want to win.
"I actually liked the skirt," he continues at your silence, hand raking through his hair. "I thought it was hot."
"Keep it in your pants, Munson," you deadpan.
He laughs and it's different to his usual mocking chuckle — this sound is all him, messy and loud like he can't have kept it in if he tried. "It was!" he defends himself. "You usually dress like such a prude, it was nice to see some goddamn skin for once. You have good legs, sweetheart, you should share 'em with the masses. God knows-"
"What?" you ask sharply, having guessed what he's going to imply. That your fanbase has been accumulated using sex sells and party tricks.
He smirks. "God knows your little followers appreciate it."
"What does that make you?"
He holds your gaze as he answers, each word said clearly, meticulously, "What do you think?" Eddie leans forward. "We can make a deal, if you like." His breath kisses your ear. "You promise to wear that tiny pleated number again and I'll tell you how I really feel."
"You already told me how you felt about it."
Shivers race down your spine as he laughs darkly. "I told you I liked it. I didn't say how much."
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hi I am obsessed with your writing! can I request do you want to dance and candy apples with rockstar!eddie, maybe where reader is super quiet and doesn’t seem like the type to date a musician but he is super soft with her offstage even though he’s a total badass on stage?! okay bye love you
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tysm for ur request baby ily! rockstar!eddie x shy!fem!reader
The VIP section in most venues is the same. A balcony backfitted by a bigger room with a bar. Eddie has you sequestered on the balcony, the two of you looking down over crew both roadies and the venue's making preparations for tonight's show.
"Teddy," you begin quizzically, watching his eyes trace the shape of the stage. "Why'd you bring me up here?"
You'll have had to sit up here yourself in a few hours to watch the show.
You can tell he wants to be down there having a little bit of a say in things, though most of the time crew staff ignore him anyways. (Or rather, pretend to indulge his suggestions and do what it is they've been told to do by their boss, instead, as they should.)
He lifts his head from his observing and smiles at you. "Guy can't want some along time with his girl?"
"Up here?"
"Most private place I could think of." He grins, hair falling into his eyes as he straightens his back and extends a pale hand. "We never get any alone time anymore, sweetheart. Miss you."
You thread your fingers together and let him curl you into his chest, a smooth plane that you splay your fingers over lovingly. Before he can try anything you lean into his neck, and before he can complain you dot a little kiss against his throat. You really want a hug right now, and that's what you get.
He leans against the railing. You have no clue how he can do it without having a heart attack but you're too distracted by his nice touching to tell him otherwise, hands seeking the hem of his shirt to rub his back as he rubs yours.
You spend long, private minutes like that. His arms are a sanctuary, as dramatic as it sounds, where you can be as quiet as you want to be without feeling like you're doing something wrong. It's in stark contrast to your boyfriend's turbulent, brash personality. Yet somehow, you always fit. Maybe because he knows when to indulge your solitude, and you know when to cheer him on.
He kisses the top of your head.
"See? I missed this," he says.
You nod hurriedly in agreement. This is nice. This is bliss. His arms and his voice and nothing else, only the echoing hustle of the staff at the bottom of the atrium to reach you.
"It's been loud, these last few days. Are you okay?"
"You asked me that last night," you murmur, brows pinching together in confusion.
"I know, but it was busy last night. Thought maybe you wouldn't feel like you could tell me."
"I'm perfect," you say, startled by his question. "I promise." You lean back against his arms to look him in the face, his chin titling down to indulge you. "Are you okay, Teddy? How's your earache?"
"Fine, it's fine. Just gotta remember to wear the new earplugs tonight. The other ones seep too much." He smiles softly, brings a hand to your cheek. "I'm perfect, too."
You kiss him and hope that it says what you're trying to say. Yeah, you are.
His kiss quickly turns nipping and hard. You buckle underneath it, exhaling hard into his open mouth.
"Teddy," you say, though it's muffled into incomprehnsibility by his insistent kissing.
His thumb presses into the column of your throat as he leans down. You lean back with him, eyes closed and listless at the ardency in his touch.
"Teddy," you say again, giggling. "Stop."
He pulls away, frowning gently. "You okay?"
"Can't kiss me like that up here."
"Why? You don't like it?"
"You know I do..." You let your forehead rest against his chin, hiding from his bright eyes. "Too much."
"C'mon, sweet thing, nobody's up here."
You wrap one of your arms around the back of his neck to try and prevent him from convincing you. You both know how much you liked to be kissed by him, especially his rougher ones that make you dizzy, but you're not willing to be found up here. Not in the state he'll put you in.
"I'll make it worth your while," he tempts, a dulcet murmur.
You breath hard against his frame and grumble.
"What?" he asks.
"I hate you," you lie.
Eddie kisses all the way down your cheek. "I'll believe it when I see it," he says into the corner of your mouth. "Want me to do that thing you like?"
You sigh heavily. "Yeah, please."
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Hi!!! I love this idea so can I please get I need a ride + someone spiked the punch with pretty boy Steve? Maybe something where r is at a Halloween party and has to call Steve, who comes in his pajamas, so he can take her home? Thank you dearest, I love your work (and before you ask YES what you called your hurt/comfort request was what I requested and no I am not taking criticism at this time).
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hey!!!! ty for ur request, hurt/comfort with bff!steve x tipsy!gn!reader
Your knees ache. You're sitting all screwed up on the bottom step of the staircase so people can get past you, too tired and achy to keep standing. This was the best seat available.
Your heart ticks in your chest, the threat of tears stinging behind your eyes.
Steve should be here soon. Maybe. You're not sure if he's actually coming to get you he'd sounded that tired, which is another reason to cry. You'd woken him up to come and save you like you always do. He's going to get sick of you eventually. He might be already.
You smother a hiccup with the back of your hand and wait.
You're not sure how long it takes. One second you're awake and miserable and the next you're nearly sleeping, a familiar hand climbing from your knee to your thigh.
"You okay?" Steve asks quietly. You almost miss it under the bumping stereo.
"Steve?" you question, eyes bleary and words sticky as thick toffee.
"Yeah. Ready to go?"
You close your eyes and ignore him. Not because he isn't really pretty, or because you haven't missed him like crazy, but because you're suddenly exhauste.
Fatigue claws at you and keeps you where you're curled, a tight ball that doesn't wanna move no matter how hard your best friend tries it. Steve starts with amicable hands hooked in your armpits, then tries to pick your head up of off your chest. When neither works, he sighs morosely and starts blowing hot breath at your eyelashes.
"Don't," you whine softly.
"You asked me to come and save you, bub. Get up."
"No, just-" You huff. "Leave me here."
"I forgot alcohol makes you cranky."
"M'not cranky," you grumble.
Steve's hands are hot, twin hearths pressed to your covered knees. "This is a nice costume," he says, pinching at your ripped jeans. "You're Cameron, right? From Ferris Bueller? Makes complete sense."
You smile ruefully. You'd thought the same.
"I can see you smiling," he says, voice like twined stands of spun gold. It shines. It's soft.
You rub your tired, bloodshot eyes and open them, startled at what you find. Steve kneels in front of you looking maddeningly handsome in a way that scream little effort has been made. He's in his pajamas, for one, plaid bottoms and a shirt that's too short for him, the tiniest slither of naked torso and hair visible if you look for it.
Which you definitely don't.
"C'mon, perv," he says.
You meet his melty brown eyes and glare. "Shut up, Harrington."
"Shut me up. Come on, let's go."
Steve holds both hands palm up, keys hanging around his middle finger like a ring. You slide your hands slowly against his. You swear you can feel every tiny line, every crease and wrinkle.
He rubs your knuckles with his thumbs. "Something's weird about you tonight," he says curiously.
"Something weird about you every night."
He laughs loudly and stands, helping you to your feet with infinite patience. He's always like this when you're drunk; he acts as if you're made of the most fragile glasswork ever crafted, shielding you from stray elbows and overzealous shoes.
Steve keeps one hand in his as he drags you down the steps and out onto the street. The sky is pitch black but the party lights glare over everything, casting the world in an irritating technicolor. He frowns at you as you cover your eyes and moves to stand behind you with a hand guiding your lower back to his haphazardly parked car.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," you say as he opens the passenger side door.
Steve helps you in and miraculously you don't smash your skull on the roof.
"This is exactly the kind of stuff you should be waking me up for, don't worry," he placates, following you inside the car.
You gasp at his sudden proximity and hold your breath as he stretches your belt over your chest and clicks it in. To your horror — excitement? — he lingers, face alarmingly close. The heat of his breath kisses your wind-chilled cheeks.
"Are you okay? You sounded really upset, on the phone."
You shake your head, tipsiness making you slow, head heavy as a sack of quarters. "I don't remember."
"You said you missed me."
You watch his lips form each word and are still, somehow, surprised. You're pulse jump-starts, smile shaky and unsure as you ask, "I did?" way too loudly.
"Something about needing a Ferris to your Cameron."
He waits for you to say something. You shake your head with an awkward little giggle and he shrugs, ducking out of the car. "All limbs inside the ride?"
You pull your elbow away from the door and let him swing it closed.
"Robin always says that movie has a lot of subtext, you know?" he asks, climbing into the driver's side. He inserts his key and starts the engine, reversing before you've had a chance to comprehend what he said.
"What?" you ask, off-kilter.
"Robin, she says that Cameron has major feelings for Ferris."
You don't like his smile. It's knowing. He can't know how you feel about him, there's no way, but his smile. So frustratingly smug.
"Ferris is a dick," you say eventually.
Steve roars with laughter. You can't believe it, the way he tips his head back just a touch, his teeth poking out, his huge smile as he struggles to regain composure. He turns to you bodily in all his pajama'd glory and winks.
"Tell me how you really feel," he says sarcastically.
You slouch down into your seat and pretend to lose consciousness. Steve leans across the console and flicks your leg all the way home.
"Don't want you to succumb to alcohol poisoning, or anything."
With the way his teasing makes you feel it might be a kinder fate.
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hii!! love bites was so gorgeous jade!!! and could i request i need a ride with rockstar!sirius or remus?? maybe they’re on tour and not coming home when they said they would?? just in general missing them ✨✨
luveline's halloween party
hi, tysm! ♡ rockstar!sirius x gn!reader
"Hey," Sirius says, sounding way too happy for how early it is. You smile at the sound of his voice.
"Hi, handsome," you say.
"Did I wake you up?"
You peek at the clock on his bedside table, phone pressed sluggishly to your ear. "No," you lie, "I'm awake. I'm so excited to see you, I barely slept last night."
"Honey," he starts softly, which is never, ever good. Sirius only calls you honey when he's feeling sorry for you, whether that be because he did something he needs to apologise for, or because something bad has happened.
You're guessing he needs to apologise. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, guessing near immediately what it is he's about to tell you.
"It'll be another week, at least."
You push the phone away from your cheek so he can't listen to you dissolve. It's surprising how quickly the upset takes hold. It's surprising how often he lets you down, though you know it isn't his fault.
"Are you there?" he asks as you pull the phone back in.
"'At least'?" you ask, careful to keep the tears out of your voice.
"I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry, sweetheart."
He sounds remorseful enough that you forgive him. It really isn't his fault.
Just because it's not his fault doesn't mean you can stop the tears that well up. "I miss you," you mumble, wiping the wetness from your cheeks with an unkind, thoughtless hand. If Sirius were here he'd take your chin between his thumb and his finger and pat them dry gently, a concerned, heartbroken pout stretched over his fine mouth.
"I miss you too."
You nod, letting your cheek drop against the quickly dampened cotton of your pillow case. "You promise?"
"I promise. I'd say no but they didn't really give me a choice. I did say no. They got us seven minutes on Evening's with Dolly Dower, and she's so high profile that the label literally have me in a vice."
You nod. Regretfully, self-pitying. You miss your stupid boyfriend and his stupid hands, you miss his stupid long hair and his stupid, stupid mouth. "I really hate you, sometimes," you mutter. You'd meant to say I love you. It feels like the same thing this far apart.
"Don't say that," he pleads, his tone much lighter. "Hate me when I'm home and leaving my hair on the shower wall. Or when I forget my orange peels on the sofa. Hate me when I'm hogging all the blankets. Just don't hate me now."
"...Okay," you agree shakily.
"Okay. I'll be home in a week, contract or not. I promise." He clears his throat. "Can you stay on the phone for a bit? I have an hour. I... miss your voice."
You laugh through tears. "I miss your voice, too, hotshot. Wait, did you say Dolly Dower?"
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Hi!! I wanted to add to my requests of such a strange girl + couples costume with vampire!james potter.
Maybe reader is feeling down at a party bcs some ppl made fun of her costume and james cheers her up by fake biting her with his fangs, bcs the feel of them makes her giggle or something. I need fluff w/ Vampire!james. plss!
luveline's halloween party ♡
tysm for your request! most boyfriend vampire!james x ditzy!fem!reader
"What's with the long face?" James asks, his fangs on blazen display. Halloween is the one night a year where he doesn't have to hide them.
You pout at him. "Some guy said my costume was bad."
"What?"
"He said I looked like a turtle."
James stands between your slightly spread feet, offering you a cold drink with a sympathetic smile. "He's fucking stupid, you're obviously-"
"I'm obviously a tortoise!" you finish, annoyed. "Ugh, I hate everybody."
The condensation from James' drink presses to your stomach as he leans against you. There's a steadiness to him that remains no matter what mood he's in, something people might label as sombre if they didn't know him. Far from it, James is plotting something. You can tell from the way he rolls his neck.
"Not everybody, I'd hope," he says smoothly, cheek pressed to the shoulder of his black velvet cape.
You shudder as he wraps an arm around your waist, slipping his hand between the paper mache of your homemade shell to tickle the small of your back. "Everybody," you emphasise.
James doesn't pretend he isn't offended. "Really? Well, tonight I hate everybody too. Even you, my love. So I'm afraid," — his face inches towards your neck, breath hot over your cool skin — "that I," — his lips touch your throat, part over your pulse — "simply can't hold back any further. Forgive me."
His biting makes you squeal. James taps against your neck, never with enough force to break the skin but enough to make you shriek. It's a funny feeling, like the body knows what he's trying to do but he's so familiar to you that it doesn't register as a threat. You laugh like you're being tickled and practically flop back into the countertop behind to get away from him.
"Stop fighting!" James exclaims, ecstatic. "We both know you like this! I'm having tortoise for dinner."
"That's sick!" you laugh.
"I am sick, baby. Lovesick. Now stay still, I can't get a good grip on you."
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jade happy 31k!!!! <3 for your halloween party, may i request "I need a ride" with rockstar!remus? maybe he and r have a tiff and she wanders off and gets mobbed by (well-meaning) fans or gets lost, and he's got to find her! whatever u like <3 ily so much!
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hi baby thank you! ily i hope this satisfies any hurt/comfort needs | rockstar!remus x fem!reader
One of the things that had drawn you to Remus was his steadiness. His quiet.
He sees the world plainly and as it is, but always with an ever-present sense of bemusement. You love that. The way he smiles and brushes things off when things go wrong used to make you happy, thrilled to have found someone to be the laidback counterpart to your overthinking freneticism.
It gets a little hard to swallow when you're really, really stressed though.
You're panicking aloud to him about safety issues with the barrier in his next venue. Remus likes to play next to security sometimes to 'escape Sirius'.
"People can jump that no problem. I really think you should stay on stage."
Remus smiles, near lackadaisical. "It's alright."
"It's not alright, though, something could happen to you."
"Like Lennon?"
"That's not funny."
He snorts, which really hurts your feelings. A barb stuck in your lungs, each inhale burning. "You can be really mean sometimes, Rem. I'm just trying to keep you safe."
"Mean? Dove, you're overthinking."
And yes, you are overthinking, but just because you're overthinking something doesn't mean you don't want to be taken seriously. You want to be listened to, you want him to actually seriously think about what you're saying and he won't. It's not something you'd ever expected from him. It hurts.
You glare at him before you can stop yourself and spin on your heel, shoes bumping down the steep tour bus steps as Remus calls after you. His tone only seals the deal, a frustrated, you're overreacting unsaid but clear.
You're so angry you slam the door behind you and completely ingore all of the other crew dawdling and packing stuff away outside.
It's cold, and it's getting dark, not ideal for a temper tantrum but you can make it work. For a while your anger keeps you warm, and suddenly the tips of your fingers are like ice and you don't know where you are.
You fish in your pockets for your phone and come up empty. "What the fuck?" you mumble, glad Remus isn't around to hear it as you stretch open your pocket and search for your cell, a flip phone with a shiny 'R' intital charm.
Annoyed that everything reminds you of him, you turn to your other pocket and give it the same invasive treatment.
It isn't there. You don't have your phone.
You tip your head back and huff at the inconvenience, though the sound of footsteps and girlish giggling quickly has you snapping back to attention. There's a fast food place across the street, and in the window you can see a group of teenage girls laughing and pointing their phones at you.
You look down at yourself. You're not exactly disguised, in Marauders merch and without sunglasses or a hat, you're clearly the girl from all the photos. Lupin's new fling, or whatever Today magazine had decided to call you.
I prefer groupie, you'd said. Remus had laughed so hard he cried.
You bring your hands up to your naked upper arms and scrub roughly at goosebumps, eyes up and vying for a street sign. Or better, a phone.
The fast food restaurant's door opens and laughter spills out. You don't think, you start in one direction and hurry down the street, eyes to the pavement as a voice calls out, then a second.
"Wait! Wait, are you Y/N?"
Your heart capers furiously in your chest as you turn a corner, hands behind your back and panting. A dark road stretches in front of you, kissed by lamplight and slick with rain from this morning. You watch your breath steam in front of you and listen to the group draw closer.
You have... less than happy experiences with fans. Something about you activates a cruel streak in some, especially when they're in groups like this. Jealousy, a need to be better. They can't understand why you're with Remus, and they're not afraid to let it be known.
You hide your hands under your arms and panic. You're really lost, and now those girls are looking for you, and it's awfully dark.
Seized, you stand with your back pressed to an icy wall and wait for their footsteps to fade away, heart racing under your hand. You peel away from the wall after cautionary five minutes that feels endless, fingers stiff. You shove them into the pockets of your joggers and turn back onto the street.
The light catches on a dark figure and you flinch too late, knocked clean off of your feet and onto the gravelly tarmac behind with a painful smack.
"Dove," Remus says, surprised. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry."
He gets down onto his knees to help you up, assessing your scratched up elbows, your upper arms, your head. His eyes flit over you rapidly and don't stop, a frown playing on his lips.
"You've never called me darling before," you say, teary-eyed. You gasp as he lifts your arm to examine your bleeding elbow, a searing pain.
"You're my darling," he says simply.
"Shove all your darlings about?" you ask bitterly, not quite serious. "Or just me?"
"You're freezing," he murmurs sympathetically.
Remus opens his arms and you sink into him, arms sandwhiched between your two torsos. He rubs up and down the lengths of your back, readjusting his face against the top of your head over and over like he's trying to get closer still.
"I'm sorry," he says again, "for knocking you over and for being a knob. Sorry, lovely."
He sounds so incredibly worried that you pry your arms from his hot chest and needle them around him, frowning. You've never heard him sound like this. It's horrible.
"It's okay," you soothe.
"It's not okay. You're not okay, I've just cut your elbow." He presses his lips directly to the skin beneath his lips. "Are you alright?" he asks into your skin.
"I'm fine."
Your shaky voice further laments his concern.
"Poor girl." He kisses you again, and again.
"Remus, you can't just be mean and then- then smother me in affection."
He pulls away but keeps his hands on your shoulders, a blissful heat.
"You're right. I'm sorry for not listening. I know you have a hard time handling the anxiety that comes with touring. I know. I should've listened, even if I don't understand."
You blink at him. "Oh."
He nods. "Sorry, dove. Seriously."
His acknowledgement really does help ease the ache. You're still hurt, but now that you know he knows what you're going through, you feel better. You feel like you're on the same side again.
"I don't like when you're mean," you say. You feel pathetic, but you mean it. You want him to know how you'd felt. "When I'm trying to tell you something important and you're making jokes, it makes me feel stupid."
He looks rightly heartbroken at what you've said, and he ducks his head. "Right."
"Okay?" you ask, sliding a finger into one of his belt loops.
"I'm not trying to make you feel stupid," he says softly. "I'm sorry. It was a misguided attempt at minimising your worrying."
You stare at him, feeling pretty good about the whole thing. Unhappy that he looks so much like a kicked dog, but pleased that he's listened. Your hands are numb with cold as you pull up his t-shirt. He flinches, but to Remus' credit he doesn't ask you not to, only pulls you in again for a second hug.
"I know you didn't mean to. I'm sorry for worrying so much. Just want you to be safe."
He pats your back. "I think I get it. Looking for you, I mean. Worrying something was happening to you out here by yourself."
"Only thing happening to me is frostbite."
He laughs loudly over your head and you feel his chest rumble where it's pressed to your own, a hand curling over the back of your neck to encourage your face to one side so he can kiss all over your cheek. "You really are cold," he mumbles, giving your back a perfunctory rub.
"Think you better take me back to the hell bus and warm me up again."
He smiles into your cheek. "I can do that."
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i need a ride with bodyguard!steve?
(he also awoke something in me……..)
<3
join luveline’s halloween party <3
ty! he is double boyfriend shaped <3 hurt/comfort bodyguard!steve x fem!reader
Your vanity is cool under your cheek.
You scratch at the wood and listen to the sound it makes. The lights are off and everything is cold, your open window forgotten and ignored. You’d get up and close it if you had the energy, but you don’t.
It must be nearing 1AM. You current bodyguard shifts restlessly outside the door, likely aching from standing for so long without break. You’d listened to him open a pack of gum an hour ago, and his stomach has rumbled ever since. Poor guy, you think.
Because you’re assumed to be sleeping — you’re supposed to be sleeping — Passover is no more than a bunch of silently exchanged whispers. You know it’s Steve because today is a Friday, and you always wake up on Friday’s to see him standing outside your door, smiling and waving.
He does as he always does. He waits for your other guard to leave and then he cracks open the door to check you’re in bed. But you’re not.
“Y/N?” he whispers.
You try to get up. You’re tired now even though you hadn’t been when you first sat down. Sadness feels heavy as lead behind your shoulders.
“Y/N, I’m coming inside,” he says, worry turned to his more official tone.
He opens the door and flashes his torch in your eyes a half-second later. “Oh.” His torch clicks off. He switches on the light. “What are you doing?” Now he’s whispering again.
“Steve,” you mumble.
He crosses the stretch of carpet between you both as you straighten out, whining under your breath at your hurting neck. It’s obvious Steve doesn’t like that, as he starts to assess you in his annoyingly proper way. Hands chaste on your face, your neck, your arms.
“Why are you at your vanity, huh? Fell asleep admiring yourself?”
You blink at him. He blinks back.
“Babe?” he asks softly.
You don’t really have an explanation for your behaviour. You’re tired and sad and a little bit sick, what’s left of last weeks cold transmuted into a runny nose and a headache. Yesterday had been a really shitty day that you can’t stop thinking about, and had lead to you, as he so elegantly put, ‘admiring yourself’ until you got too drained to move.
“Want some help into bed?”
“S’that part of your agenda tonight?” you mumble.
“Oh yeah, right there between staring at the ugly painting of a dog at the end of your hallway and pretending I’m not tired. I’m double booked, but I’ll always make time for you.”
You laugh, lips closed and the sound smothered. Still, it’s infectious, and Steve laughs himself as he offers you his forearms. You brace yourself and he pulls you up into his chest, hand immediately moving to the nape of your neck.
“You can’t sleep sitting up, Y/N. You’ll ruin your back. C’mon, let's go. Easy girl.”
“I’m not a horse.”
“No?” Steve guides you by the shoulders back into bed. He pulls back your sheets and urges you under them. “Why the long face, then? You look more than tired.”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing happened?” he asks, pulling the thick, heavy weight of your quilt up to your neck. It grounds you quickly, eyes slipping closed of their own accord.
“Nothing,” you repeat, a murmur.
Steve clearly doesn’t believe you. You can feel him hesitating, his lack of movement a silence. You peek at him through barely parted lashes, watch his hand scrape through long, silky hair.
“I’m gonna sit down, alright?”
You move your legs away from the end of the bed and he sits in the gap.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing."
"Nothing, nothing, nothing." He drops a hand onto your calf. You grow still, feel the heat of his palm emanate slowly down toward your skin. "Hearing a whole load of nothing but me and you both know it's something, don't we? Something is eating at you enough to keep you up, which in turn hurts your health, which I am directly responsible for. So, I guess if you're okay with me losing my job, then sure. Don't tell me."
You hide your face in the pillow so he can't see your smile. "Manipulative little bitch."
"You have a dirty mouth, princess."
His word choice stops you dead. Your laughter tapers off, and his hand feels more than warm. It feels like it's right there on your skin.
"M'just tired, Stevie."
Your confession prompts a sympathetic squeeze of his hand. "Then sleep."
You worry he's going to make you ask. That he's gonna stand and you're gonna have to swallow all your pride and say, "Stay," but Steve stays right there at the end of your bed, hand moving up and down the length of your leg. The only sound in the quiet his gentle touch.
Thankfully, sleep hurries forward. One second you're thinking about his smell — you swear you can smell him, his bergamot, his cedarwood — and then you're asleep. There's nothing.
He stands and, in what might be his undoing, the straw to the camels back, he holds your cheek in his palm.
"Goodnight," he wishes. Your lashes twitch.
He closes your open window on his way out.
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