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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

summary: After your elopement, you and Jake head to Texas for his family's ranch party. You keep your relationship a secret, not wanting to steal his mom's thunder, but Jake finally gets you alone for a dance outside.

wc: 2.2k

an: wow, look at me not giving jake daddy issues....enjoy.

Jake was thankful for the traffic on the dirt road that led to his family’s ranch. His hand rested on your thigh, his fingers tapping along to the Patsy Cline song coming from the speakers, emerald colored eyes flashing between the car in front of him and the changing colors of the trees. The traffic meant more alone time with you, delaying the arrival of the town’s prodigal children.

“You have a pretty voice,” you said warmly, your head resting against the glass. You watched the fall colored leaves fall from the trees that blocked the golden sun, smiling to yourself as a rust toned leaf got stuck in the window.

His pink lips upturned in a genuine smile, you always knew by the soft lines that formed around his mouth. You turned your head to look at him, and just as you figured, a soft pink blush dusted his cheeks. “You did that on purpose, darlin’,” he groaned, his eyes catching your smug grin.

“I suppose,” you responded nonchalantly, the smirk you wore told something different. Jake grimaced as the long line of cars started to move. Shifting in your seat, you moved his hand off your thigh and intertwined your fingers. Goosebumps formed on his arm as the cold gemstone of your engagement ring grazed the bare skin of his finger. All you could do was smile and place loving kisses on his knuckles.

Every year, for a few weeks in October, the Seresin Ranch would open its large iron gates to the public. The pumpkin patch and hayrides were something out of a cheesy romcom, and Nora Seresin ate it up. She made sure the grand opening night would be over the top as soon as she found out her beloved son would be coming home just in time, his best friend right beside him. He recalled something about a new fall themed garden from one of their phone calls. The town was buzzing as soon as word spread.

Oh if only the town knew.

“Ready?” Jake asked as he finally pulled into the garage, the truck’s engine a soft rumble.

The solemness in his features didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did yours. His gaze was trained on the silver band that wrapped around his ring finger. “I’m not ready to take it off,” you matched his glum tone, looking at the slender silver wedding band on yours.

It was a couple of weeks of bliss; Jake running from his plane, wrapping you in his arms, and begged you to marry him after the almost suicide mission. At first, you thought it was the adrenaline and the cheering crowd on the carrier that boosted his ego, but then he pulled out a ring when the moon took its place in the sky. With phones turned off and lips sworn to a temporary secret, you and Jake shared promises and a loving kiss in a quaint courthouse.

Jake removed your rings and you removed his before he placed them carefully in the glove compartment. “We’ll tell them tomorrow,” he repeated his promise as the two of you exited the truck. You smoothed down your sundress (you praised mother nature for the perfect Texas fall weather) giving Jake enough time to round the vehicle and guide you to the barn across the path.

“When my family comes over for breakfast,” you added, smiling at the people happily roaming the ranch.

“Ma will kill me if I ruin her moment,” he chuckled. It was common knowledge that no Seresin liked their thunder stolen, and what a doozy would it be to announce the elopement of childhood friends.

Jake’s hand itched at his side as you two walked, his fingers twitching at the feeling of your empty hand next to him. He’d grown accustomed to having you close, fate being an unlikely friend and placing you beside him at every point in your Navy career. He’d always known you, it was hard not to in such a small Texas town. Typically, the whole town would cheer for a pair of best friends falling in love, mothers would roll their eyes and shake their heads while fathers would playfully place bets—it never happened to the two of you. No bets, no playful remarks, surely it came out of nowhere like Jake’s plane emerging from the clouds to save Rooster and Maverick’s lives.

The large red barn came into view, golden light pouring from the open doors and windows, lively country music coming from the band inside. “Save me a dance?” you asked him playfully as you spotted your parents speaking with his own.

He grinned and shot you a wink, “Sure, baby.”

It didn’t take long for a pair of joyous squeals to ring out. You and Jake stood in front of the doors for a whole two seconds before your mothers hugged you and squeezed the daylights out of you. “Hi, mom,” you managed to get out, patting her back.

“Son,” Jacob Seresin Sr. laughed pridefully, clapping a large hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Good to see you back. I’m proud of you son.” A warmth spread through him, his heart probably couldn’t feel fuller in that moment. His wife wrapped in the arms of his beloved mother, his father speaking about him in such high regard to everyone that would listen—he took a moment to soak it in. He’d lie if anyone asked why his eyes were glossy.

“Sweetheart, I’m so happy you’re here,” your mother cooed, cupping your face to check for cuts and bruises.

“Me too, mama,” you giggled, playfully shaking your head to get out of her motherly grasp.

“Enjoy the event, kids,” Jacob chimed in, raising his amber colored bottle in the air and pointing in the direction of the interior.

Jake was about to pour out a string of compliments of the event, but then an older woman rushed over; rushing as much as she could for a frail eighty year old woman. She looped a veiny arm around Jake’s and dragged him with a surprising amount of force, muttering something about spiked punch and her granddaughter. He looked back at you with a dramatic pleading face, making you giggle and bite down on your lip to prevent a wide grin.

Much to your and Jake’s disappointment, that was the last time you interacted the entire evening; whisked away by military veterans dying for a good mission story and older women trying to set you up with their sons and daughters. The band’s country music reverberated off the walls, you smiled, and the mix of elegance and coziness that Jake’s mom was able to achieve.

You were having your ear talked off by some of your old high school girlfriends, gushing about recent engagements and promotions. Their words sounded fuzzy, your attention was set on the corner of the room which was occupied by a few guys in flannel. Normally that corner was home to loose hay covering the floor; Jake kissed you there for the first time when you were younger, a few days away from leaving for flight school. He threw you into the hay, and you grabbed his wrist to pull him down on top of you. You managed to recall every shade of green and fleck of gold in his irises as he looked at you longingly until they became blurry from how close he got. Your lips still managed to tingle in remembrance.

He’s alone, you thought happily as you caught his stare, his eyebrows raised hopefully. You uttered a lame excuse and started to cross the large floor to him. The blond started to rise from his seat, ready to give you that dance. An older woman patted your arm, pivoting your direction as she guided you.

Jake sat back down.

You shrugged and weakly smiled.

The dances continued, and the same stories began to shift and change as exhaustion set in. You and Jake almost gave up in trying to find each other after the fourth line dance. His patience wore thin when he reached for your hand but was grabbed by another, and that string almost snapped when the lady with hair as high as the heavens said her daughter was single. Doin’ this for ma, he thought bitterly to himself with clenched fists and gritted teeth.

There was an ocean of people between you, the opposite walls of the barn holding the two of you up. His eyes locked with yours and your body began to relax. He motioned his head towards the back door, a small smirk on his handsome features. Eagerly nodding your head in response, he walked with urgency towards the wood door.

Jake finally drew in a breath of relief as darkness covered him like a comfortable blanket. The cold air soothing his lungs, he looked to the sky, breath stolen by brilliant stars. Nothing could compare to the stars in a cloudless Texas sky, not even the ones on a carrier in the middle of the ocean.

“Jake,” you whispered into the night. His lips immediately turned upward, his gaze looking for you in the dark. He could always pick you out in a crowd and even in the dark; he knew the way you walked, how you held yourself, and your silhouette was something he prided himself on memorizing.

“You know,” he spoke confidently, making you jump at the volume, “I’ve been waitin’ to get you in my arms all night.”

He heard you giggle shyly, then he felt your hands press against his chest and slid them down his abs, nails gently dragging along the material. Your hands finally rested on his back, the side of your face pressed in between his defined pecs. “I got three marriage proposals, what about you?” you murmured ss he began to sway from side to side. The same Patsy Cline song he heard from the car now being played by the band, he hummed along before he replied.

Jake laughed and pressed an amused kiss to the top of your head. “Five. I’m in demand, baby.”

You shifted in his embrace, worming your arms around his neck and he instinctively gripped your hips. “I have competition,” you joked, looking up. His features were barely visible in the darkness.

He scoffed jokingly, gently slapping your hips. “Far, far from it. You’re the only one that could get a ring on my finger.”

“Sap,” you chuckled, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him. Hours without one of his sweet kisses felt like years to you; blame it on the newlywed bliss. His warm hand slid upwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake before he managed to cup the nape of your neck. Your eyes fluttered close, focusing on his touch.

Something illuminated the darkness, making your nose crinkle. Golden lights flickered on, before finally lighting up the space behind the barn. You and Jake’s lips finally parted, still wrapped up in each other's arms as you observed. Fairy lights littered the space, wrapping around large sunflowers and corn stocks while larger lights were hung in the air like a big top tent. Before the fear set in, you thought your husband looked beautiful and he thought the same of you.

He looked towards the barn, blood turning cold as he saw his mother with her dainty finger on the light switch. Her signature Seresin smirk was displayed proudly, the shake of her head made a heat rush to your face. “Ma-”

“Save it,” she snickered, waving him off. “I got eyes, son.”

Jake sheepishly pulled away from you, his fingers twitching. “There’s something we gotta-”

He was cut off once more, this time by you, “We weren't ready to tell anyone.” He looked down at you in surprise, his lips slightly parted. He was more than ready to tell her about the elopement.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she sighed with a smile, nodding in understanding. “When Jakey came home from his first day of sixth grade talkin’ about a girl in math class. I just knew you were bound to go steady.”

You and Jake chuckled. “This is still her moment,” you whispered, “We’re not ready for one of her stern talking tos.”

“Y’all have a nice night,” she winked before going back to the party.

After a few breaths of relief, Jake took you back in his arms. You hummed at the warmth and nuzzled your face back into his chest, smiling at how fast his heart was racing. "We could have told her," he mumbled.

"I kinda wanna savor this a little longer." You responded, holding him a little tighter. Jake laughed and put the side of his face on the crown of your head, gently moving you to the music.

"Till breakfast?"

"Over your mom's pumpkin pancakes."

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"Married!" Your mother's exclaimed at the same time. The table stood still as you and Jake stood at the head of the table, rings displayed proudly on your hands. Jake caught his father slip your dad a fifty-dollar bill, and you watched your siblings share knowing looks with Jake’s sisters.

“When did this start?” Your dad asked with a grin.

“Before flight school,” Jake’s older sister answered.

“In the barn,” his younger sister added.

“Y’all needed a better hiding spot,” your sister snickered in between bits of her food.

Nora got up from the table and held your hand, her free one lovingly stroking Jake’s cheek. “We didn’t wanna ruin the party ma… you know how you get,” Jake said lightly.

“I see why you didn’t tell me,” she chuckled. “Welcome to the family, sweetie, officially.”

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jomiddlemarch · 1 month

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let me lay down beside you

“Mmm, darlin’, you feel so good…”

Shit.

You’d thought the one silver lining of living through a zombie apocalypse might be that you’d never have to have another awkward, it’s-totally-me-it’s-not-you conversation with a man about why there was basically no chance he could make you come, including the I-really-don’t-want-you-to-get-carpal-tunnel-or-strain-your-TMJ-trying for those guys savvy enough not to have tried the You-just-haven’t-had-my-magic-dick argument.

All the crunchy, New Age guys who were going to whip up an Ayurvedic smoothie with exact the right combo of herbs and ripe mango and enough turmeric to dye the sea gold had gone out in the first wave. Nearly all the herbs and certainly the mango and turmeric weren’t available in the continental US.

You were supposed to get something from the universe in exchange for surviving into this new world, a compensation that would make you not regret the choice to dump out all the Ambien your roommate had just gotten filled before she never came home instead of downing it in a nice cup of cocoa and then giving yourself a soft, slow dreaming death.

No such luck.

“Joel, hang on,” you said, gritting the words out as he did something rather lovely to the side of your neck, one big hand cradling the back of your head. You drew in a breath, prepared to have to repeat yourself, because even if you weren’t getting there, he certainly seemed well on his way.

He stopped and pulled back. His hair, greying and not just at the temples, was mussed and there was a little bit of hazy desire left in his dark eyes, but he’d made it by paying very close attention and that included you.

“Too fast? I can slow down, slow as you like, darlin’,” he said.

“That’s not it,” you said, hating this part. Hating all of it, what was happening and what would happen, leading up to when he walked out the door. Joel was a nice man. He probably would take any cheap shots or do much beyond shrugging those broad shoulders of his. “It’s not too fast—”

“Too slow? Or is that somethin’ you don’t like?”

His lips on your throat, the roughness of his beard against the delicate skin over your carotid, yeah, you liked it. If only liking that and his hands on you was enough…

You were quiet, thinking about how you were going to tell him. Maybe there was a way where you really could stay friends. Where there’d still be nights he took out his guitar and sang Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline and you sang along, the firelight around you both, gold and shadow.

“Someone hurt you?” he asked, being careful. You both knew what he meant and understood how he was letting you be the one to decide how to say it. You both remembered what it was like early on and no one in Jackson was ever required to tell what had happened before they got there. You chose what you brought with you into the community, what parts of your past you’d leave behind.

“No, nothing like that,” you said. You could see the relief in his eyes, the way his mouth turned gentle.

“You wanna boss me around? I don’t have a problem taking instruction,” he said.

“Wouldn’t make any difference,” you remarked before you could think twice about it. He narrowed his eyes and you almost reached out to touch his jaw or his wrist, your right hand fluttering before you made a fist.

“No?”

“You can’t make me come,” you blurted out. “I don’t want you to waste your time—”

“Seems to me I decide what my time’s worth,” he said.

“I meant, you don’t have to do a whole song and dance,” you said.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it,” he said. “Not a huge fan of musicals.”

“You know what I mean,” you said.

“Frankly, darlin’, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? I’m not going anywhere unless you kick me out,” he said.

“You’ll go,” you said. Lying was essential to living After, but not lying to yourself. That was a death sentence.

“When you tell me to. Not before,” he said, settling back against the couch.

“I can’t—I don’t come, fucking,” you said.

“That part I got,” he said. In some miracle, he didn’t start the usual litany, asking questions about position or skill, beginning every iteration What about…“How d’you do, y’know, flying solo?”

“Once in a blue moon,” you said. Though probably less often than that. You shrugged. “It’s whatever.”

“Before, probably could’ve tried a vibrator. One of those rabbits maybe. Still find them scavenging, but the batteries are all dead and kind of hard to ask Maria for some juice to get off,” Joel said, so practically and so without the least iota of irritation you were startled into a laugh. He took your hand in his, held it lightly.

“I don’t want to go but I don’t want you to feel bad,” he said. “Want you to feel good, that’s the whole goal.”

“You say that, but everyone wants to come. They want to get the other person off. I don’t want to fake it, to make you happy,” you said.

“I’ve had over forty years to fuck, darlin’,” he said. “I want to be close to you, that’s all. However you want it, long as it’s real. You want me to try shit that didn’t work before, I’ll try it. You have some idea you want to give a whirl, fine by me. I’ll go down on you or use my hands or pretend I’m fucking Captain Kangaroo and you’re Lady Aberlin if that’s something you’re interested in. And if you want to lie in bed or on the couch in sweats and that’s all, that all I want,” he said.

“Lady Aberlin was on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood,” you said. This was not a conversation you could have imagined happening in any universe, with or without zombies, but Joel didn’t seem to mind.

“Okay,” he said.

“You’ll get frustrated,” you said. You thought it would come out like a warning, but it sounded like you were floating an idea, waiting for him to tell you that you were wrong.

“There some rule I can’t jack off on my own? Or in your general vicinity?” he asked.

“No, it’s not like that,” you said. You couldn’t recall a man ever asking that or proposing anything similar. It was erotic, that was undeniable, that desire coupled with a total lack of demand—he hadn’t said anything about coming on your breasts or your belly and he would have, if that’s what he imagined. Parallel play, the old child development phrase from that college psych class you’d taken sophomore year, a thousand years ago when no one, even you, had ever thought to call you frigid bitch, the guys at college too self-absorbed to notice whether or not you climaxed.

“Doesn’t gross you out?”

“No. It’s hot. It’s not that I’m not interested in sex, making you come. Just hard for me to get all the way,” you said.

“That’s not all the way, you coming, screamin’ my name, headboard thumpin’ on the wall, wakin’ up the neighbors,” he said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles open-mouthed. “All the way’s feelin’ safe, feelin’ like you can ask for whatever you want, say no to whatever you want. Being there in the morning, your head on my chest, hand on my heart.”

“You’re not going to try and convince me you’ve got some special move that’s going to blow my mind?” you said.

“If I had one, probably throw my back out tryin’ it now,” he chuckled. “I like the way you taste. I like the way you sing under your breath when I play ‘Annie’s Song.’ I like the way you argue and how your ass feels against my cock when you’re the little spoon and and how it looks when you drag me out dance over at Tina’s. If we figure something out one of these days, yeah, that’ll be fine. And if this is what we have, it’s plenty for me. I wanna give you anything you want, that’s all.”

“Anything I want?” you said.

“Everything, darlin’,” he answered. “What d’you want right now?”

“I liked what you were doing before,” you said.

“What we were doing,” he corrected, but without any scolding. It was an invitation, one you had no intention of refusing.

“Let’s do that,” you said. “But with less clothes.”

“Yeah?” he said.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Maybe I do want to boss you around. Take your shirt off.”

“Yes’m,” he said and the shiver that went through you was that hint of ma’am and the revelation of his bare chest and the gleam in his dark eyes.

Maybe it was a blue moon.

And if it wasn’t, he’d still be here, holding you in his arms.

@goodwithcheese I took you up on your suggestion to write something for one of your anons who was hoping for a fic with an anorgasmic f!reader and a soft Pedro character...

#joel miller #tlou fanfic #f!reader #joel/f!reader #intimacy #talking about sex #one-shot #references to Gen X pop culture #no age-gap #pedro pascal fanfic #ellie is off-screen and not referenced in this #jackson au #going for ginger spice level: sweet and hot

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eddiexmunsonlover · 21 days

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(Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Fem!Reader)

Chapter 1

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WC: 2.8k

Warnings: MDNI. Explicit language used. Parental alcohol abuse, toxic family relationships, and bullying mentioned.

Author's Note: This first chapter is on the shorter side as it is mainly set-up, and provides a lot of information on Reader's background and friendships with other main characters.

Sunday, September 15th, 1985

The warm September air engulfs your face, blowing through your hair as the familiar streets of Hawkins pass by. Sitting in the passenger seat, head leaning against the door frame, and Led Zeppelin playing on a cassette tape as your mom drives the route home. Your new, and old home. It still didn’t feel quite real that you were back here, not so soon, and not to stay. Though you weren’t born there, Hawkins has always been the place you think of when you hear ‘home’. It wasn’t just the town or the trailer you’d lived in, but the people here that you held the fondest memories of in your heart and formed the deepest bonds you’ve ever had with anyone.

You were born in Virginia, and lived there until you were 8 years old. Until Dad’s drinking led him to lose yet another job, leaving your mother at a loss for what to do. She was smart and skilled, but didn’t make nearly enough money to support the family at the time. Her sister, Aunt Patty, encouraged your family to move out to where she lived in Hawkins, Indiana. Maybe a big move and change of pace was just what your family needed, she suggested. So, the summer before the start of 4th grade in 1976, your family made the move to the Forest Hills Trailer Park in Hawkins, Indiana. Your uncle helped your dad get a job with him doing construction, while your mother managed to find a decent paying receptionist job.

Your home life wasn’t great. Your parent’s relationship was tumultuous at best, largely due to your father’s drinking problems. You and your mother at times were the best of friends, other times she made you feel like you were never good enough to meet her standards, whether it was with your weight, your grades, or how you dressed. Your school life had never been great either, and that didn’t change in Hawkins. You occasionally dealt with bullies that liked to make fat jokes, but it wasn’t all bad, you also formed some good, solid friendships too.

Meanwhile, the issues at home and with your parents’ marriage only intensified after the move. After 6 years in Hawkins, your mom had finally had enough of your dad’s bullshit, kicking him out and planning to divorce him. A couple days later, he landed in Jail for a DUI, his 3rd one to be specific. A week after that, 3 months into your 10th grade year in late 1982, a UHAUL was packed up with all your belongings, moving your mom and you back to Virginia to stay with family.

While the events of your home and school life were sometimes painful, you were grateful that they led you to seek out music for comfort and coping. Music is the love of your life, and what you always turn to when life and your thoughts feel like it’s just too much to bear. It started with the classics that your family raised you on, from Patsy Cline to Jimi Hendrix to Lynyrd Skynyrd to Johnny Cash. You loved all kinds of music, expanding your taste and catalog to a huge variety throughout the years, even beginning to work odd jobs in your early teens to fund your musical exploration. Music wasn’t just a way for you to escape, but became a way to express yourself as well. You learned how to play guitar and bass, and began songwriting as well as a means of emotional release and self-expression. It was the only thing that kept you sane through your life transitions, especially during the years living in Hawkins when problems at home intensified. Music, and him… Eddie Munson.

*Oh, all of my love, all of my love

Oh, all of my love to you…*

Your chest tightened as your thoughts inevitably went to him, how could they not? You tried your best to steer your mind away from him during the move back to Hawkins, but it was pointless. Eddie had been your best friend all those years you lived here, some of the hardest years of your life. Honestly, he was the best friend you’ve ever had. You liked to think you were the same for him, at least then. Your trailer was right across the street from Eddie’s Uncle Wayne’s trailer, Eddie oftentimes staying with Wayne for weeks or months at a time whenever Al Munson disappeared on a bender, some crime scheme, or his stints in jail. Though, you didn’t end up meeting Eddie until a few months after you moved and started 4th grade at Hawkins Elementary.

A soft smile creeps across your face as you remember 5th grade Eddie, coming to your rescue when you tripped in the hallway at school, other students standing around and laughing at you. Your 9 year old self was mortified, so embarrassed, until Eddie appeared and told them all where they could shove it, effectively clearing the halls of students and helping you up. From then on, anytime he was at Wayne’s you two would hang out; playing make believe in the woods next to the trailer park, Eddie teaching you how to play DnD, sharing books, music, and watching scary movies. You two bonded over your pain caused by your family and Hawkins’ residents who’d branded you as outcasts. You both harbored a lot of pain and anger, sharing a love for metal music as the perfect cathartic release for those emotions. You’d become so close over the years. You often missed him during the times you didn’t get to see him as much, like whenever his Dad returned home and he wasn’t at Wayne’s as much, or when he moved on to middle and high school, being a grade ahead of you. Your friendship remained strong during those times regardless.

But all of that is in the past. He was your best friend… though in your heart he still is, and always will be.

*I get a little bit lonely, just a little, just a little

Just a little bit lonely, just a little bit lonely*

You sigh as the song comes to an end and the sign for Forest Hills Trailer Park came into view. You hold your breath as your mother turns onto your road, Uncle Wayne’s trailer and yours coming into view. You don’t know why you feel anxious, Eddie would have graduated in ‘84, and likely gotten the hell out of Hawkins as soon as he could. Probably out in LA trying to make a name for himself in the music industry. You shook the thoughts from your head, noting the unfamiliar van in Wayne’s driveway as your mother pulled into your own across the street.

She sighs as she puts the car into park next to yours, a black ‘81 Chevy C10 truck that your father so generously gifted you upon hearing of your return to Hawkins. It’s the LEAST he could do. Your mother looked at you with a small smile, “Home sweet home”. You return her smile before both exiting her station wagon and begin unloading the last of your belongings. Your mom and you had already been back in Hawkins for a few days, staying with your Aunt Patty while coming to the trailer everyday to deep clean before moving back in. You could only assume your Dad had hit a rough patch when you heard he was being evicted from the trailer, missing a few rent payments. Around the same time back in Virginia as you were starting your senior year, your mom got laid off from her job. An old coworker from Hawkins then just so happened to tell her about an open position at her new job in Indianapolis, one that paid more than either of your Mom’s old jobs in Hawkins or Virginia. When she heard about your dad, it was decided, circumstances aligning perfectly. Upend your life and move back to Hawkins, again. You can’t say you were really upset about it, Hawkins has been home for you since that fateful day in 4th grade.

Eddie groaned in frustration. Searching his vest pockets, under his blanket, on any flat surface in his room for his goddamn cigarettes, patience quickly wearing thin. He huffed, looking along the floor of his room, around dirty and clean clothes thrown about until he saw the familiar package peeking out from under his bed. “There you areeee” a cheeky smile adorning his face as he grabbed it from the floor, swiftly removing a cigarette and putting it between his lips. He sat down on a chair he had propped next to the open window in his room as he lit the cigarette, taking a puff before looking out his window. Eyes landing on what appeared to be new neighbors moving into the trailer across the street. Your trailer. Wayne had told him about your dad, a small voice of hope in the back of his head wondered if you’d come back. A voice he’d quickly squashed. It’s been nearly 3 years since you’d left, and though he knew better than to think the thoughts of you would ever stop popping into his head, that certainly didn’t stop him from trying to keep them at bay.

Taking another puff from his cigarette, his attention was captured by the girl he saw across the street. Her back to him as she looks into the trunk of the station wagon in the driveway. He unashamedly lets his eyes take her in. Short, thick, curvy. Black shorts, cropped tank top, hair up in a messy bun. She didn’t look like most of the girls in Hawkins or in the magazines… and he liked, no, loved that. He couldn’t help but notice how much her body resembled yours, or atleast how he’d imagined it’d look now after the few years. He watched as she started to squat to lift a tv console out of the trunk. Being the gentleman his Uncle Wayne raised him to be, he was about to sprint over; introduce himself and help her, knowing how damn heavy those fuckers could be. Just as the thought passed his mind, she lifts it almost effortlessly, his eyes practically bulging from his head. He wasn’t expecting that to turn him on so much, but goddamn. He admires the thick arms and legs exerting that strength, unable to not notice the pronounced curve of her ass as she climbed the steps into the trailer.

Before he could pop a semi, a burning sensation on his thigh grabs his attention. The cherry from his cigarette falling into his lap as he drooled over his new neighbor like a virgin.

“Shit, Jesus H. Christ!” he grimaces, stomping out the cherry just as the telephone begins to ring. Groaning, he rose to his feet, nearly tripping over the clothes on his floor as he stomps down the hall.

“Yeah, what?” he answered unceremoniously, greeted by Jeff’s voice reminding Eddie to pick him up on his way to band practice at Gareth’s.

“Yeah yeah, I’m on my way” Eddie hung up the phone, dramatically exhaling as he turned back to his room to grab his sweetheart, and his van keys off the counter before leaving the trailer. He glanced across the street as he descended the porch steps, hoping to catch another glimpse of the new neighbor only to be disappointed as the trailer door was closed, with no one outside.

You sigh, dropping the last box of your belongings on your stripped bed, glancing around at your bare bedroom, deciding on where to start. You rummage through one of your boxes, finding your radio and setting it on your dresser. You press play on the cassette you’d titled Chill Mix #3, smiling as All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix began playing. You decide to start on the biggest feat, unpacking and putting away all your clothes. You let your mind focus on your task and the sound of the music as you move, singing along to each passing song. It was only a matter of time before thoughts and images of him slipped through the barrier, being back in the exact place that held so many memories of him and your friendship. It made your stomach turn and a lump form in your throat. You attempt to cough it away, forcing yourself to think of your other friends here in Hawkins you were excited to see again. The toothy, goofy smile of one of your youngster friends, Dustin Henderson popped into your head, effectively putting a smile on your face.

You’d known Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will for a couple years now. First meeting Will through his mother Joyce, who was good friends with your mom. It’d started sometime when you were in middle school, going over to Joyce’s to hang out with Jonathan and Will while your moms’ went out to shop and vent about their relationship issues. The other boys showing up a handful of those times turned into Dustin’s mom and Lucas’s parents asking you to babysit in the summer months, which often turned into babysitting all the boys at the same time.

The boys and Erica came to view you as an older sister figure, and them, your sometimes annoying but loveable younger siblings. The same quickly became true for the newer member of the party Max, over your visit to Hawkins this summer. Taking a liking to you as the ‘cool’ older girl the boys often spoke of and hung out with. Though you were flattered but dismissive of the ‘cool’ label, you learned quickly that like you, Max didn’t give a damn about societal ideals of ‘cool’ and what or who a young woman should be. They were freshman this year at Hawkins High, one of the few positives you looked forward to starting your senior year here.

As you move on to hanging up your posters and decorations, you think about your other, newer friends, Steve and Robin. To be fair, Robin wasn’t exactly a new friend, you’d met her in school when previously living in Hawkins, but were never more than casual, friendly acquaintances. Steve, on the other hand, you never expected to become friends with before this past summer. You’d visited Hawkins every summer since you’d moved back to Virginia; staying with your Aunt Patty, babysitting, spending time with the kids, your cousins and your Dad.

When you came to visit this summer in May, you’d picked up a job working at Scoops Ahoy with Robin and Steve. Your once casual friendship with Robin blossomed into a close one, both taking pleasure in teasing Steve day after day, watching him fail in his attempts to pick up girls after his break-up with Nancy and declining position in the social hierarchy of Hawkins. You were surprised to witness the change in Steve’s character from the Steve you knew of through middle and early high school, into someone actually likable. When Robin confessed her sexual identity to you two, it marked a milestone in you three’s friendship, along with the events of the mall fire that happened soon after. You three were nearly inseparable for the remainder of the summer after, until August rolled around and it was time for you to go back to Virginia. Robin was the first friend you called when you learned about your return back to Hawkins. Thrilled to go through her Senior year with you, considering Steve graduated this past May.

A few hours after you’d started and the sky now dark outside, you sigh loudly laying back on your bed as you finally finished putting away and organizing all your belongings. Looking around your room, you feel a wave of comfort hit you. Your room has always been your safe space, and it just feels… looks so right here in this room, compared to your room of the past 3 years in Virginia. Even with all the new decorations and posters you’d acquired since you last lived in this room years ago. You feel a sense of hope overtake your thoughts. Maybe this year things will finally work out and go right for you, feel right for you, for the first time in years. You let those thoughts linger as you walk out into the kitchen, deciding to make a sandwich for dinner. Feeling the exhaustion from the last week of moving weigh on your body, you kiss your mother goodnight, and take a relaxing shower before crawling into bed. You let the songs playing on the local ‘soft rock’ radio station lull you as exhaustion overtakes you. As you fall asleep, you cling onto that hopeful, comforting feeling before your first day back at Hawkins High tomorrow.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x plussize!reader #eddie munson x female reader #bestfriend!eddie munson

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perotovar · 4 months

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hey sweeties!! kel and i put a list together of all the submissions we got for our event and split them into two masterlists of fics for you all to read and enjoy! this is my part of the list, so if you don't see yours give @beskarandblasters 's list >here< a look and see if that's where your fic/submission ended up!

we can't thank you enough for submitting and helping us give a voice to the smaller writers of the fandom ♥ oh, and for any multi chapter fics/series, we only read the first chapters to make it fair!

please make sure to read each fic's warnings carefully and happy reading! ♥

@iamskyereads - Compulsion (Ezra x ofc!Beatrice)

i can't even begin to describe how much i love this fic already. it's so smart and the worldbuilding?? incredible!! it feels like a sequel to the film, or like it could easily take place in the same universe. just brilliant. and ezra's voice is so clear here, i could hear him saying every word. and the oc, beatrice, is fascinating already, i can't wait to see where it goes!

@all-the-way-down-here - This Is Why We Fight (Dieter x nb!oc!Bell)

i love the start of this. both dieter and bell have excellent characterization and the conversations being had by every character feel so real and are so important. bell's group of friends all sound like friends i would have, and i would love to hang out with them. i love the direction this is going!

@linzels-blog - Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie x f!reader)

ahh what a delightful little fic! it feels very much like an early 2000s rom com and i mean that in the best way! very cute and i love the vibes. everyone's characterization is great and i can't wait to sink my teeth into the rest of it!

@elvenmother - Context and Perspective (Marcus M x f!reader)

completely obsessed with this concept. i love a good enemies to lovers and this is such an awesome way to do it! i always see marcus m fics featuring someone without superpowers, but to have a character that's just as powerful as him? sign me up!

@kedsandtubesocks - In the Dead of the Night (Din x f!reader)

one of my absolute favorite din fics. the worldbuilding and din's creature form is incredible. i love a horror au that's flipped on its head. i also love the "creature is also the hunter" trope and this does that incredibly well. the atmosphere is off the charts.

@ghostofaboy - Rock Bottom (Frankie x original male characters)

god, i don't even know where to begin with this story. it's so raw and visceral and i can't say enough how much i enjoy it. i love reading something new and especially if it's coming from a male perspective. this is, unfortunately, something i could see frankie getting up to. frankie is such a deeply tragic character and this fic does that justice in a dark, but really intriguing way.

@ishabull - The Way We Were Drawn (Marcus P x f!reader)

ohh this is such a sweet fic. i love the imagery painted and the dynamic between marcus and reader is so sweet!

@secretelephanttattoo - Headshots (Marcus P x f!reader)

this fic is beyond sweet and so dreamy. the ideal scenario for anyone, in my humble opinion. who wouldn't want to take pictures of handsome fbi agents and then fall in love with said agent?

@lesbianhotch - you walk by and i fall to pieces (Frankie x f!reader)

THIS WAS THE CUTEST DAMN THING. i love me a nervous frankie (hello, have you read my fic lmao) and this was by far one of the cutest. i'm obsessed with reader's confidence and i just know those two are gonna be menaces once they're together. throw in some patsy cline and i am a goner. this is going on the reread list for sure.

@insomniamamma - Remain Nameless (Ezra & Cee w/ gn!reader)

ok, this one actually made me cry. i'm not sure if it's my own sleep-deprived ass that caused it but this is probably one of the most beautiful but sad fics i've read in a long time. i mean all of this in the best way because i don't normally get emotional from fics. prospect as a movie makes me emotional, though, so it doesn't surprise me that this did as well. it's such an incredible missing scene that i can, unfortunately, see absolutely happening. have some tissues nearby.

@sweetercalypso - Unlikely Friends (Joel x gn!reader)

this fic is one of my absolute favorite fics for joel. a big reason for that is i have a cat named tilly. and imagining joel reluctantly and grumpily cuddling with my tilly makes me emotional, ok??

@softstarlite - The Casualty of Love (Javi P x f!reader)

very cute! i love the awkward tension around not seeing someone for so long and there being a huge glow up maturity-wise from one of them! seeing someone in a new light is always a strange thing and i love the start to these two and their journey!

@julesonrecord - Shots (Jack x f!reader/oc)

probably one of the best post-movie fics i've ever read for jack. the way jack's trauma and therapy is handled is so fucking brilliant and tonic is one of the best fucking characters, god. eva is written so well and i just. i can't recommend this fic enough. if you like jack, hell even if you don't, give this fic a shot. i promise you'll come out of it liking it.

@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - The Audition (Dieter x f!reader)

goddd this was so cute! dieter's insecurities don't come up very often and i absolutely love what a match he and reader make. she's so sweet with him and takes such good care of him. and he loves her so much and i love them ok

@max--phillips - A Little Lipstick Never Hurts (Max P x f!reader)

this is one of the best explorations into kink that i've ever read. it's so respectful and hot as fuck. completely obsessed with this take on max as a character and i can't get enough of the dynamic between him, reader, (and eventually dieter). it may not be everyone's cup of tea, but i highly encourage you to give it a try. max gets some well deserved lessons taught, and who doesn't love that?

@coastielaceispunk - The Gift of Lingerie (Max L x f!reader)

god, this was so fucking hot. i'm so here for a mentally healed maxwell in a healthy marriage with a fulfilling sex life lol the little bit of teasing on both their parts was beyond sexy and i loved how equal everything felt. ugh, will be rereading this one for sure.

@lotrefcp - Hidden Away (Javi P x f!reader)

i'm obsessed with a no nonsense reader with just as much attitude/sass as javi does lol i just kept reading going GET HIS ASS. an excellent start to a universe i'm excited to sink my teeth into!

@beefrobeefcal - On the Waterfront (Frankie x f!reader)

oh, this is dark. i love the vibes immediately. i've had a weird fascination with the mafia for most of my life and this has that air about it. a dark, chubby mob boss!frankie is right up my alley for sure. i love that he's still frankie tho. sensible, practical, but with an edge. mind the warnings.

@flightlessangelwings - La Estrella de Mi Vida (Javi G x f!reader)

ahhh so romantic and so tragic!! i swear, it's impossible to make javi unappealing but this fic is just so sweet and manages to make me love him even more (somehow). but i love the added drama and tension from outside forces!! i need to read the rest of it asap!

@littlemisspascal - Rockford & Roan (Tim x f!reader)

my god, i love this?? i'm not usually one for superpowers/soulmate au's but i'm in love with the practicality of this? it feels otherworldly without being too much and it's very grounded. i love the reader and the way tim is written is so believable. i love that we as a fandom have created such a visceral image of this character from only a minute's worth of footage!

@something-tofightfor & @the-blind-assassin-12 - Aphelion (Oberyn x Ellaria & f!reader)

goddd the imagery painted in this one. so heartbreaking. absolutely breathtaking. i'm a slut for vampires and i'm a slut for oberyn/ellaria. this is absolutely something i will be reading the rest of lol

@bluestar22x - The Rockford Files (Tim x f!reader)

ok this is insanely good. one of my favorite books of all time is "red dragon" by thomas harris and i felt like i was reading that again while i read this. the details of the case and the cadence of everything was top notch. obsessed with the psychic element thrown in there and i'm beyond excited to see where tim and psy end up next!

bonus:

@sweetenerobert - Fiction vs Reality (Tommy Miller x m!reader)

ohhhh my god. you give me a bisexual tattoo artist tommy miller with stretched ears and i'm supposed to be normal about it??? UNLIKELY. i am extremely tempted to edit this into reality ngl but my god. this was so fucking hot lmao

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Drawn Together 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Steve's arm is an anchor, keeping you from drifting away from him. You lay awake, staring at the shadows on the wall, watching them shift with the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Each time you think to pull away, his embrace gets tighter yet his snores assure you of his slumber.

As the sun rises slowly, the hues rolling from blue to pink to orange to yellow, the tension in your muscles only winds tighter. You can't bear it anymore. The scent of his sweat or that glazed along your back.

You squeeze his arm and push your elbow into the mattress. As you attempt to sit up, he pulls you back and groans. You whimper and tap him frantically.

"Please," you squeak, "I have to..." get away from you, "...use the bathroom."

"Mmm," he grumbles and drags his arm off, falling flat on his back. You sit up as he stretches, the bed quaking with the intense span of his body. "Alright, sweetheart."

You get up, fighting not to run. That won't do anything but rouse him further. You go to the bathroom door and pause, peering through the doorway to your left and down the hall. Could you make it?

You think better of it. You're still unsteady. Your head is hollow and your limbs ache from the night spent rigid in his hold.

Instead, you seek safety behind the door. You flick the lock into place and look in the mirror. You turn on the faucet and splash lukewarm water in your face. You take your time, your mind racing for any sort of escape.

When at last you find the courage to emerge, you find the room empty. You grasp the doorframe and search the morning light. The bed is neatly made and there is no trace of that man. Oh god, are you going crazy? He was here, right?

Your sanity is assured you hear the scratch of the record player. The familiar notes of Otis Redding's infamous song begin to play. The careless and wistful tune turns ominous in your present circumstance.

You tiptoe down the hall, past the spare room and the room across from it where your grandfather's office once was. It's still there but you don't go in there often. You near the banister and touch the wooden orb atop the post. You peek down to the front door. So close.

"Sweetheart," Steve startles you as he emerges from the kitchen, "we should get started on today, huh?"

"I... uh, sure," you swallow and reluctantly part from the banister.

He wears a pair of dark jeans and a plain grey tank. You wring your hands and shuffle on your feet. What does he want from you? What do you do?

As he nears you, you wince and shy away. His brow twitches and you stop yourself. He touches your arm, caressing you as if the texture is something luxurious. He watches his fingertips brush over your skin and purrs.

"Why don't you work on breakfast and then we can figure out everything else."

"Everything else?" You fold your hands over your chest, shielding yourself as he toys with the strap of your nightgown.

"Well, we have company coming this afternoon. We have to get this place in shape. Oh, and maybe you can find a song to play."

"Company?" You echo weakly.

"My mother likes Mozart. She's a classic gal, but you could something more contemporary. Do you know any Patsy Cline?"

"Uh, I don't... I don't know, I... your mother?"

"I didn't want you to be nervous, sweetheart, but I think it's only right I introduce you. She's so happy to have a daughter-in-law. At last!"

"What?" Your heart thumps, louder and louder in your ears like that frightful Poe tale.

"It's okay. She's so nice and she's going to love you! I'll be here the whole time too." He takes your hands in his. So big and strong that you can't bring yourself to pull back. You stare at his chest, just along the top of the tank where his tattoo peeks out, "a nice old-fashioned girl like you, how could she hate you?"

"I... I'm not ready," you sputter.

"Not ready? I'm sure you can find something to wear. Something pretty. Red looks so nice on you, I saw a dress in the closet--"

"Steve," you say shrilly and struggle with him. He keeps your hands locked in his as your panic overflows, "please, I can't--"

"Oh, sweetheart, calm down. It's okay. How about once we get this place tidied up, we can go out and look at something new? We should have enough time to find you a pretty new dress--"

"Please, please, I can't--" you quaver as your eyes sting, "it's too much. It's... it's crazy!" You rip your hands away and clutch your head, "you're crazy! I don't want you here. You or your mother--"

"Sweetheart, just relax, you can't be getting yourself worked up."

"Worked up?! Worked up!! This is my home and--"

"This is our home," he grabs you by shoulders and shakes you. Your head snaps back and you bite your tongue, nearly choking on it. "Get a hold on yourself because I promise you," his voice deepens and rolls from his throat, "you don't want to get me worked up."

"I... I..." you babble.

"You can't act like this around my mother. It's unacceptable. Understand?" His thumbs press painfully against your shoulders, "if you keep on, I have no choice but to punish you so don't make me."

"Wha-- I--"

"Now, when mom is here, you call me sir, like a good wife, and you don't raise your voice," he brings a hand up to your chin, cradling it as his thumb reaches up your cheek, "and put a smile on your face, sweetheart. You are so precious when you smile."

You clamp your lips shut, holding back the shriek building in your chest. This can't be real. You know whatever he thinks is going on isn't but he just can't see it. It's all just so twisted and you have no idea how to untangle it.

🎹

You stand in front of the open closet. You chew your thumb as you stare aimlessly at the hangers. You don't want to do this. None of it. You want him to leave. You want this to all just be a nightmare.

You hover your hand over a hanger with a red dress but move away from it. No, not what he wants. You take out a navy dress with little silver flowers embroidered all over it.

You go to the bed and lay out the fabric, from far away it looks like simple polka dots. You take off your night gown and pull on a fresh pair of panties and your bra. You lift the dress and look it over one last time. The dread coils around your neck like a noose.

You unzip the back but a click interrupts your despair. You turn as the door opens and Steve enters, stopping short as he catches sight of you. His eyes stray from your face and you raise the dress to shield yourself.

He shudders and spreads his hand over his chest, running it down his torso as he exhales through his nose. He clenches his jaw and his cheek tics. He lifts his chin and his lip twitches dangerously.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought you were still in the shower," he says.

You stare at him blankly. He's changed. Dark slacks and a pristine white button-up. He holds a silk tie in his hand, his thumb rubbing the fabric firmly.

"Since you're not... you think you could help me out?" He lifts the tie and waggles it before you.

Your mouth is arid and itchy. You close it and nod. He doesn't budge. You're too nervous to ask him to leave. You turn away from him and quickly step into the dress, pulling it up your body and slipping your arms into the sleeves.

"Let me get this," he comes closer and you flinch but don't move away.

He steps behind you and his fingers brush the bare skin between the open zipper. A shiver ripples through you and he grabs the tab, pulling it up slowly. You hold your breath until he's done, spinning to make some space between you.

"I..." you look at the tie, "okay, I'll help."

"Sweetheart," he smiles and swoops the silk around his neck, "you're so good to me."

He angles to sit on the bed and tilts his head back, letting the tie hangs around his neck freely. You tiptoe towards him and take both ends. You sense his gaze on you, fervent and fiery.

"I promise," he reaches to tickle your hip, "I'll be just as good to you."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #au #tattoo au #mcu #marvel #captain america

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goosita · 4 months

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i feel like you have such great characterization of both billy & coryo, so I'd love to know ur thoughts on what kind of music each of them would listen to? probably in a more modern/current music sense cuz idk what kind of music they listened to in the 1870s or in future panem LOL 💌

ps praying either of them would like the smiths

oh coriolanus snow’s literal theme song is “please please please let me get what i want” are u kiddin me he would love that song so much and relate to it so deeply, especially pre-games coryo. i truly think like. early-mid 2000s poppunk would really do it for him too, like any sort of that type of emo music tbh. for the rest of his playlist for modern!coryo in my head:

tiffany blews by fall out boy

the river by good charlotte

i dont wanna be in love by good charlotte (lol)

the kill by 30 seconds to mars

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco

knives and pens by black veil brides

lips like morphine by kill hannah

help me by alkaline trio

exit music (for a film) by radiohead

venus in furs by the velvet underground

for billy i actually think going the country route is a little too on the nose, i think if he was into that it would be more modern but throwback-y stuff like tyler childers and orville peck. but at the same time i think he’s also the type to enjoy anything with a lot of Feeling to it if that makes sense?? some of modern!billy’s playlist in my head:

tattoos by tyler childers

sleep on the floor by the lumineers

wedding song by anais mitchell and justin vernon (specifically this original version and not the hadestown cast version)

hexie mountains by orville peck

talk and work song by hozier (❤️)

moving parts by trixie mattel

she’s got you by patsy cline

the devil wears a suit and tie by colter wall

roses are falling by orville peck

feathered indians by tyler childers

#anon #this was SO FUN TO ANSWER OMG #i love character music and playlists #william h bonney #billy the kid #billy the kid x you #billy the kid x reader #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #coryo #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you

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lesbianhotch · 1 year

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you walk by and i fall to pieces

notes: i could not help myself!! frankie meet cute! frankie x fem reader, some dancing, drinking, santi being a rascal

If Frankie’s learned anything in this life, it’s that it’s not polite to stare.

His mother had grilled it into him, a pinch on the back of his arm in the grocery line as a little boy.

“Francisco, it’s rude to stare.”

“Why?”

“Because people don’t like to be stared at, that’s why.”

He’d spent most of his adult life with his cap pulled down as far as it could go, avoiding eye contact with others. In a line of work where he didn’t want to call attention to himself, he learned how to blend in, keep his eyes forward.

So really, he doesn’t mean to be staring at you, but he doesn’t really think he can help it.

Truthfully, he wasn’t in the mood to go out tonight, but saying no to Santi wasn’t really something that people did.

It wasn’t one of their usual haunts, but after Benny threw a punch at some dickhead at their favorite bar last week, it’d been suggested they wait a minute before coming back.

Santi and Will glued themselves to the pool table, and Benny was good enough company until a woman asked him for a dance. He handed his drink off to Frankie without a second glance.

He’s not sure who’s in charge of the music in this place, but Frankie’s watching a fair amount of folks swaying to Patsy Cline’s ‘Fall to Pieces’, when he sees you.

A table off to the side of the self appointed dance floor, you and three friends with peanuts on the table and beers in your hands.

You’re wearing a dress, a floral thing that is probably comfier than it looks, considering you’ve paired it with tattered boots that look like they’ve been through the ringer. The neckline shows off your collarbone, and Frankie takes a long sip of his drink as you touch your hand to your skin dramatically, likely in the throes of telling a story. Your hair shines in the light, and when you push a strand of hair behind your ear, he has a brief moment of wishing he could do it himself.

It’s as if you can sense his gaze, and you turn to meet his eyes and Frankie freezes. Guilt is his first feeling, having been caught staring, but it lessens considerably so when you blush and give him a bashful smile before turning back to face your friends.

Frankie finally let’s his eyes fall somewhere else, staring into the bottle of his half empty beer. He doesn’t realize Santi’s come back until he bumps his hip against Frankie’s, jostling him slightly.

“Damn dude, you been standing against the bar this whole time?”

Frankie shrugs in a non answer.

Santi puts his empty glass on the bar, leaning on the faded wood with one elbow. “You wanna explain why you’re rooted to this spot in particular?”

Frankie wrinkles his nose, taking a sip of beer. He doesn’t want to point, doesn’t wanna be more rude than he’s already been, so he tries his best to tip his beer in your general direction.

Santi smiles, nodding slowly. “Ahh, I see. The one with the denim right?”

Frankie shakes his head. “No, next to her. The one in the dress.”

You throw your head back and laugh at something, and the delicate curve of your neck has Frankie’s heart skipping a beat.

Santi whistles. “She’s cute, Fish. You gonna go talk to her?”

Frankie grimaces, shifting on his feet. He’s never been good at that. Scratch that, he’s good at talking. It’s the introduction that he hasn’t quite mastered yet. Santi see’s the rejection of the idea on Frankie’s face before he voices it. “Ok, then ask her to dance. Dancing is easier than talking.”

“Come on man, you know I can’t-“

“Fine.” Santi cuts him off abruptly, a smirk on his face. “Then I’ll ask her to dance.”

Frankie narrows his eyes as Santi slowly starts to walk backwards in the direction of your table. “You fucking wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.” Santi laughs, turning around quickly on his heel and heading towards you.

Frankie’s gut burns, and yeah, today may actually be the day he kills his best friend.

He watches as Santi politely interrupts and introduces himself. Frankie can’t hear over the music and the chatter, but he watches as your lips form what he can only assume is your name as you hold your hand out for Santi to shake.

It doesn’t take long before that soft blush is back on your cheeks, and your friends are practically pushing you out of your chair to go dance with Santi.

Frankie watches the two of you, and as Santi slips an arm around your waist, Frankie turns around to face the bar.

It’s your own fault, Morales. Not Santi’s problem that you can’t buck up.

He flags the bartender down for another beer, and he’s popping the cap off and taking a long pull when there’s a tap on his shoulder.

“S’cuse me?”

He turns around, half ready to chew someone out for disturbing his brooding-

and instead there’s you.

Frankie finds himself at a loss for words, completely tongue tied, so the only thing to come out of his mouth is,

“Uh. Hi.”

You smile, seemingly charmed. You introduce yourself, your name rolling off your tongue, and it floats into Frankie’s ears like a melody.

“So your friend told me you’re not very good at introductions, and that it might be easier if I came over on my own.”

Frankie nods slowly, eye’s searching around for Santi, but finds he’s already fled from the scene.

“There is some truth in that, yeah. I’m uh, Frankie, by the way.”

“Ok Frankie, are you any better at dancing?”

Frankie chuckles at that, taking a sip of his beer before setting it on the bar. “I like to think I am.”

You hold out your hand, and when Frankie takes it, he’ll swear up and down and on the Bible that there’s an actual spark when your fingers intertwine.

Frankie can’t place the song that’s playing, another oldie with a crooning country star that makes the whole thing feel a little surreal, like a scene from one of those romantic comedies Benny insists he “doesn’t watch”. You knock your boots against Frankie’s as you stumble into place together, his hand around your waist and your hand in his as you start to sway side to side.

Frankie quickly reaches up and swipes the cap off his head, folding it and shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans before returning his hand to your body. You giggle, and Frankie raises an eyebrow at you.

“Now are you laughing with me, or at me?”

“You’ve just got a bit of hat hair is all. It’s cute.”

“Well, my ma taught me that there’s no hats at the kitchen table or when you’re trying to be a respectable gentleman.”

You laugh again, and Frankie likes the way that you seem to do so frequently and without hesitation. “And this is one of those respectable moments?”

“I’d like it to be.”

The song fades into the next, and Frankie leads you two into a nice rhythm, his hand on your waist pulling you in just an inch closer.

“You know-” you say after a few comfortable moments. “I was surprised when your friend came over to me, especially when I caught you staring before.”

Frankie feels the heat in his cheeks, eyes looking towards the ground at his feet. “Yeah, Santiago is sort of the one who makes the moves. I’ve never been as good at that.” Santi sets the plans, Frankie keeps it all in check. It’s the way it’s always been.

“So am I gonna have to go through him to get your number?”

Oh, you’re going to be trouble, that Frankie is sure of.

His eyes come up to your face, and he can only hope he’s got the same twinkle in his eyes that he finds in yours.

“I think I can handle that.”

You laugh again, and when Frankie raises his arm to have you spin underneath, he can feel a few folks in the bar watch as the two of you laugh loud and dance and take up space.

Fine, Frankie thinks. Let them stare. It doesn’t bother him.

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congrats on hitting 400 followers and thank you for including us in the celebration! um ... I'm choosing zimbits and number 42 and as for general special requests, I would never say no to some hurt/comfort? (I think you have a good sense of the vibes I gravitate toward but you always do that particular trope so well.)

-doggernaut

my darling, i love writing hurt/comfort for you and you really could not have picked a better song. anything for you beyoncé!!

42. zimbits + hurt/comfort + All Night by Beyoncé for @doggernaut

I found the truth beneath your lies And true love never has to hide I’ll trade your broken wings for mine I’ve seen your scars and kissed your crime

Half-awake, the first thing out of Bitty’s mouth is, “We have gotta stop meeting like this.”

Jack’s answering laugh is wrong, comes from too high up. There’s light pouring in through the windows when Bitty blinks—weird, he could have sworn he closed the blinds last night—and when he rolls over, expecting to meet Jack’s face on the opposite pillow, he finds his hip instead.

Bitty’s head hurts, which could really be from anything: lack of sleep, unshed tears, the anticipation of a hangover. “Honey?”

Jack looks down and down at him. From this angle he’s a giant, all sharpness, features starkly out of sync with the glorious summer sunrise. “Morning.”

“Mmph.” The sheets are warm on Bitty’s bare back as he rolls over, yawning. “How long you been awake?”

The fact that Jack doesn't say anything is what finally shocks Bitty back to life.

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This summer has mostly been a dream, because not only does Bitty love living with Jack, he also loves that they're good at it. It's addictive to know that they're compatible this way too, makes the thought of the two of them as partners feel settled and real. He likes the way they work together in the kitchen. He likes the way Jack’s voice carries when he sings in the shower; likes knowing that Jack sings in the shower, period, Patsy Cline and Bob Dylan and once, memorably, Carrie Underwood. He likes snuggling up to watch a movie on the couch and dozing off with Jack’s hands in his hair. Most of all, he likes sharing their bed—sleeps so much better with Jack’s big, warm body beside his.

There are trade-offs to that, like the fact that he hasn’t spoken to his parents in two weeks. And the fact that he was barely able to enjoy their bed last night because he was pacing the living room rather than disturbing Jack's attempts at meaningful rest. And the fact that Jack is currently watching himself miss the same shot over and over and over again, breathing just this side of too heavy for Bitty’s liking.

It’s five-thirty in the morning on a day that might make or break them, and Bitty’s had enough.

"Jack," he says, some heft in it now. "How long?"

Jack scrubs his hands over his face, glances out the windows and then at the time on his phone. He’s obviously a little surprised to see the sun rising. “Since you went to bed.”

Bitty had finally crawled under the covers to a half-awake and very worried Jack at 2:15. The fact that he'd apparently slept right through Jack's ensuing three-hour self-flagellation session doesn't sit right in his chest at all.

“Okay—uh, okay." He frees a hand from the blankets with exaggerated care and sets it lightly on the top of Jack’s screen. "Well, first things first, sweetpea, this isn’t useful, it’s torture," he says. "Can I?”

He's expecting pushback, but apparently that's all he had to say to break the dam and make the tension drain from Jack’s shoulders. He nods, slow and unwilling. None of that, Bitty thinks. He shuts the laptop firmly, gets up on his elbow, ducks under Jack’s arm to nudge him softly in the ribs.

“Why don't you come down here,” he says, trying to keep his tone light. “You’re real tall up there.”

Jack’s answering laugh sounds brittle, but he does curl down into Bitty's arms. Add that to the ever-growing list of things Bitty's been surprised by: Jack Zimmermann is the little spoon. Bitty pulls him in, watches the sun start to track above the buildings, and thinks about things that are unfair.

The road to hell is paved with a solid game plan. From the minute the Falcs made the conference finals, Jack has been in regular touch with George and the med staff. He's been seeing his therapist weekly. He's been talking to Bitty and his parents, and when they've lost he's been sad, but he hasn't withdrawn the way Bitty might have expected him to.

They've gone through so much together, all of it leading them here. They've negotiated sex and coming out to their friends and fought about who gets to pay for things. There's trust between them in a way that Bitty has never felt before. He'd felt so adult, keeping a secret as big as Jack Zimmermann to himself all school year; now Bitty has a much better sense of the commitment he signed up for. He's had to learn how to talk through a panic attack and which secrets are okay to keep and, most of all, what real love is: all-consuming, disgusting and vulnerable, terrifying in its intensity, and always, always worth it.

“We’re so close,” says Jack unprompted, muffled because he’s speaking into Bitty's collarbone. “I—Bits. We’re so close."

“You are."

It sounds so simple, but Bitty knows it’s not—knows how much is riding on this game, for Jack and for the Falcs and for so many others. He wants to be able to swallow Jack whole, to carve out a warm place inside him and keep Jack safe in it forever. It would be easier than trying to come up with the right thing to say to make this better.

"What if this is it?"

Jack's voice is tiny and terrified. Bitty feels like someone's reached into his chest and cracked his heart open with both hands.

"Say more," he prompts gently. "The end of the series?"

"The—just." Jack breathes out hard. "This is it. If we lose, it's all over. Everyone was right about me. Right?"

Oh, honey. "Jack," Bitty says. "No."

He can't say he doesn't understand the temptation to think that way. Tonight is everything Jack's been working towards for twenty-five years. Tonight's results will be writ large over Jack's entire career. But—

"Tell me if I'm hearing this right?"

Jack squeezes him tighter. "Okay."

"It's going to be the end of something, one way or another." Bitty threads his hands through Jack’s hair and gently works the tangles out of it, the way Jack’s done for him so many times. "And I know that's scary. But it's not the end."

There's going to be another game, ten games, eighty-two. The people who love Jack, love them both, aren't going anywhere. Once, Bitty believed that the force of his own will had to be enough to convince Jack of its righteousness. Now—well, Jack breathes, pushes up hungrily into Bitty's hands, and Bitty knows that sometimes love means a blind leap into someone else's hands, trusting them to be there when you fall.

"Is that what feels bad right now? That they're gonna—take it all away from you, if tonight doesn't go well?"

Another long breath. Jack's voice is low, low. "Doesn't make as much sense when you say it out loud."

"Well." Bitty shrugs. "That's anxiety, baby."

Jack grunts. "Sucks."

"Yeah," Bitty says, and suddenly they're laughing, all shaken up and nowhere to go. The tension's broken, though, and the line of Jack's shoulders doesn't feel as hard under Bitty's hands, so he allows himself to feel very tentatively pleased.

“No matter what,” he starts to say, and Jack stills again, listening. “No matter what, we are going to be there for you. Your team and your parents and all our friends and me, baby. We’re not going anywhere no matter what happens tonight.”

Bitty's not sure if he's satisfied with that, but Jack murmurs something that sounds like thanks, so. He'll take it for now.

When the sun has risen too far for them to ignore, Bitty coaxes Jack into the shower and spends a good twenty minutes puttering around the kitchen, meticulously assembling the best pregame PB&J ever concocted by man. It grounds him a little, helps him sink back into his body; things here are still real, are familiar in a way that means something. When Jack emerges from the bedroom around ten, suited up with a game face to match, Bitty's smile takes less effort than before.

“Hey, handsome.” He steps away from the counter and into the warm, willing circle of Jack’s arms. It's glorious when Jack smells expensive like this, new linen and Armani cologne, and Bitty breathes him in appreciatively.

“Hi,” Jack says, quiet but not as brittle as before. “What do you think? You like it?”

“The day I answer no to that question is the day I am dead in the ground.” Bitty twirls the end of Jack’s tie around one finger. “How you feelin’?”

Jack’s breath ruffles Bitty’s hair when he leans down to tuck his nose into it. “Still scared,” he says. “But, uh, good, I think. I don't know. Better than this morning? Thanks for getting me out of my head.”

For the first time, Bitty lets himself imagine what tonight might bring. The fridge is stocked with enough ingredients for at least twelve mourning pies and enough pasta to feed a small army of sad friends; coming home to that is a definite possibility, the only one Bitty has really let himself focus on. But there's a sparkling alternative, dripping in champagne and smothered in laughter, that Bitty knows for a fact Ransom has already made the playlist for. There's a world in which this all goes right. They just have to be brave enough to make it there.

“Things can be scary and good at the same time,” Bitty says into the perfect knot of Jack's tie.

He feels Jack smile; a tiny, hopeful thing. “You’re telling me.”

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The Stable Girl: Chapter Six

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

chapter rating: E (fem masturbation, unprotected piv, creampie, cum eating, sibling conflict, protective!joel making a return, semi-public sex, oral fem rec, another creampie bc why not)

word count: 7.3k

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“Sunshine, you seen my damn boots?” Joel was pacing around downstairs like a chicken with its head chopped off, his boots nowhere in sight and his class at the community center starting in fifteen minutes.

“Hm, why don’t you come check up here?” Joel’s brows creased at her response as he walked back up to his bedroom, confused as to why she didn’t just check herself if she was already up there until…

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he gasped at the sight of her stripped bare on the middle of the bed propped up by his pillows, his much too big boots on her feet, her legs spread wide displaying her wetness, her fingers pumping in and out filling the room with a wet squelch, her other hand kneading her breast. “You tryin’ to tease me?”

“Not a tease if I’ll let you have it,” she purred and he felt himself throb, his resolve fading with each squelch of her fingers inside her pussy. Pulling them out, she lifted them to her lips and sucked on them, an involuntary moan slipping from Joel’s lips at the sight. “Tastes so good. You sure you don’t wanna try it for yourself?”

“Baby,” he whined, his palms itching to feel the soft skin of her thighs, his mouth watering at the memory of her sweetness. “This ain’t fair.”

“Come on, just a taste.” She returned her fingers to her pussy, pumping a few times before pulling them out again and holding them out for him. He found himself crawling up the bed against his better judgement, absolutely entranced by her seduction. She grinned like the devil when he sucked her fingers into his mouth, a groan vibrating her digits as he licked them clean. “Doesn’t that taste sweet, baby? Don’t you want some more?”

“You know I do,” he shook his head, laying on his stomach and resting his mouth right in front of her dripping heat. “You don’t know how bad I want to eat your pussy, baby.”

“Then do it,” she urged with a hopeful smile, Joel’s work ethic overriding his absolute lust-driven state and pulling him back onto his feet again. Sunshine frowned and he let out a sigh.

“I promise the minute I get home, I’ll take care of you, darlin.” She didn’t try to hide the disappointment on her face as she took off his boots and tossed them onto the edge of the bed, Joel sitting down to tug them on and lace them up.

Joel watched her as she stood up and slid her clothes on before leaving the room, his feet quick to follow her downstairs.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked as she packed her backpack up in the foyer, her shoes being tugged on shortly after. “I gotta get to this class, sweetheart. It’s my job. You know I’d love to stay here and make you feel good but instead—“

“Instead you get to go be around all those women that show up just to flirt with you,” she finally spoke, Joel’s eyes widening for a moment before he found himself chuckling. Sunshine shot him a glare and he held his hands up in defense. “It’s not funny. It used to be funny, I used to not care, but we’ve been together for a month now and they’re not stopping.”

“Baby,” he cooed, still amused by her jealousy, knowing that there was a bigger chance that hell would freeze over than him cheating on her.

“I just wanted to remind you why you should be with me and not them,” she frowned, Joel’s smile now dropping at the sincerity in her voice—the genuine worry that she carried.

Surely she couldn’t possibly think he’d ever look at anyone besides her? He didn’t have the capacity. He was too consumed by getting to come home to his soulmate every night to think about much else.

He spoke her name—a rare occurrence—and cupped her face with both hands, her eyes soft as they looked into his. He needed a second to remember what he was going to say, his mind spinning from her eye contact. “I am yours. I—I can’t even tell you how yours I am. If my body would allow it, I’d take my heart and physically hand it over to you because it’s yours. I am yours. You ain’t gotta mark your territory, don’t need to remind me of anythin’. I know exactly what I’ve got and I don’t plan on doin’ anythin’ to lose it. Okay?”

“Then say it,” she whispered, her eyes flickering to his lips for a moment before lifting again.

“Say what?” He asked in an equally quiet tone, his heart racing a bit at the thought of telling her those three little words that weren’t little in the slightest.

“You know what,” she poked his stomach and smiled a bit, his nerves fading. “Because if you say it, I’ll say it. But I’m too scared to say it first—“

“I love you.” He interrupted her, a grin slowly growing as she beamed up at him. “I am so in love with you, baby.”

“Yeah?” She asked in a half-chuckle, half sob, reaching to hold his face in her hands as he nodded in confirmation. “I love you so much, Joel. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that.”

He chuckled to save himself from crying like a baby, her lips crashing against his and arms tugging him to her tight. He hummed against her, pressing her by the hips against the entryway table. He’d long given up caring about his obligations, consumed by everything her. He knew he’d get a scolding from his younger brother, an even harsher one from his sister-in-law, but no one else in the entire world mattered when she was with him like this—loving him like this.

“Your class,” she breathed out against his lips when he lifted her onto the table, pressing himself against her.

“I don’t care,” his kisses trailed down her chin to her neck, soft moans filling the entryway as he licked her pulse. Her hands fell to his flannel, unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. He growled as his lips found hers again, his arms scooping her up off the table and carrying her back up the stairs. “I love you, baby. Love you so much.”

Now that he said it, he never wanted to stop. It was his new mantra, the closest thing to a prayer that he’d ever come close to uttering.

“I love you,” she moaned when he set her down on the bed, her hands tugging him down by the neck when he tried to stand upright. “I want you so bad. Just like this. Please.”

God, he stood no chance when she whimpered for him like that—when she begged him to do something any man on this god forsaken planet would kill to do.

“You have me, baby. You have me,” he unzipped himself and shoved down his jeans while she lifted the hem of her dress, tugging her panties off and tossing them elsewhere. With their foreheads still pressed together, he pushed deep inside of her, the two of them crying out in harmony at the snug fit. “S-so…fuck. So fuckin’ wet.”

“You feel so good,” she whimpered, cradling his face as he slid out all the way before pushing back in, his cock twitching inside of her with need for more.

“How do you want it, baby? You want it slow?”

“Want to feel you…want to feel how much you love me,” she begged, her lips needy as they found his for a couple sloppy kisses, his grip on her hips tight as he started fucking into her at a brutal pace. He breathed out as he focused on not cumming too soon, one hand leaving her hip so that he could cup her cheek with a trembling hold.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you love me,” he confessed in a whisper, pecking her lips before pulling back again to take in her flushed state, eyes screwed shut as her walls started flutter around him. “Fuck. You cummin’ already, baby? Does it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

She couldn’t answer him for an entire minute, her orgasm taking her far away to the seas of bliss.

“S-so good.” She nodded adamantly once she regained her ability to speak and opened her eyes, gasping at him and reaching up to trace his bottom lip with her thumb. “You’re so beautiful, Joel. So so beautiful.”

“Fuck, baby,” his hips stuttered, brows furrowing as his euphoria started to spread from his cock throughout every single nerve in his body. She hummed at him and welcomed him onto her chest as he came deep inside her, his breathing deep and rapid as he rode the waves until they’d gone away, leaving him spent and satisfied. “We get better at this every time.”

“Yeah we do.” She chuckled and stroked his hair back as he laid his cheek comfortably against her chest, his hands running up and down her sides. “Tommy and Maria aren’t gonna be happy.”

“No, but I sure am.” He lifted his head and placed a kiss against her chest before standing up, tugging out his spent length and watching as it dripped out of her and onto his sheets. He didn’t mind the mess, not when it was so fun to make it. “That’s so fuckin’ pretty, baby.”

“Yeah?” She reached between her thighs and scooped up some of his spend with her fingers, lifting it to her lips with a wet pop, his cock twitching as it lay dangling. “How’s that look?”

He shook his head at her with a grin, leaning down to kiss her deep enough for him to taste himself on her tongue, both of them moaning at the filthy act.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna have to do it again,” he warned playfully, smiling against her lips.

“We can do this for the rest of our life,” she smiled at him, her hand running across his face as though he was something that earned such gentleness. “How’s that sound?”

“Sounds pretty damn good to me,” he chuckled and stood up again. “Maybe I should show up late. Better than never showin’ up at all, right?”

“Yeah, and I’ve got to get home to tell Matt the news.” He smiled as he thought back to last night.

She was in his arms, the two of them freshly satiated and tangled together. He’d been meaning to ask it since the first time they’d slept together, but he’d been too nervous. Move in with me. It slipped out naturally, as though it had always been meant to. Still, it didn’t make him any less nervous at the thought of her denying him—but she didn’t. Okay. She said it sleepily, no shock or hesitation in her voice. And then, the two of them were asleep—another night of heaven in the books.

“You think it’s gonna go well?” He asked as he tucked himself back into his jeans while she stood up and tried to find her panties, Joel finding them first and handing them to her.

“No,” she chuckled and shrugged. “He’s gonna tell me we’re moving too fast. That I’m being stupid.”

“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” He asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

“No,” she smiled up at him and walked over, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. “And I don’t think I’m being stupid either. I trust you—trust us.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile, her head nodding. “I trust us too.”

“Then nothing else matters.” She leaned up to peck his lips again before grabbing his hand. “Alright, let’s go deal with the real world. And remember, if Joana throws herself at you again—“

“I’ll just tell her I’m happily in love with you.”

•••

“Look who’s home,” Matthew sounded just like your father, or at least like the father you vaguely remembered from your childhood. You sighed and kicked off your boots, running your hand over your dress to smooth it out as you approached him on the sofa, sitting down at the other end of it. “You know, I spent my entire life looking after you, taking care of you…I never thought I’d get rid of you. I couldn’t wait for the day that you were no longer right there up my ass, never thought I’d miss having you around. But now I do. I miss you, sis.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere,” you reminded in a soft voice, suddenly becoming his kid sister again. “I’ve just found someone that I love and that loves me. Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”

“I am, I am,” he sighed, running his hands over his face. “But you think he’s perfect, and he’s not. You think he’s all there is to life, and he’s not. I’m just trying to protect you so that when it ends, you’re prepared—“

“It’s not gonna end, Matt.” You shook your head and looked down at your lap. “Joel is the real deal. He’s not playing a game, not gonna love me and leave me. It’s real, him and I. And I’m begging you to get with the program.”

“Listen, I like Joel. He’s an incredible fighter, a good guy, tries to do right by everybody…but he’s also twenty years older than you.” You rolled your eyes at his argument, the age difference between the two of you hardly even a thought in your head. “You said it yourself, he had a twelve year old by the time this all started. You couldn’t even read yet!”

“You’re making it a thing when it’s not. I am twenty-eight. I met him as a grown woman. Stop trying to make this something weird when you know it’s not.” He scoffed at you and shook his head. “Matthew, nothing you say is going to change the fact that Joel loves me and treats me like I put the fucking sun in the sky. I’m not ending this because our age difference bothers you.”

“I’ve heard things about him. Bad things. He used to be a hunter. Used to kill people for—“

“I know what he used to do. And I also know that he isn’t that man anymore.” You stood up and walked out of the room, your brothers low blow infuriating you. Matthew followed you into your bedroom, watching as you packed your things into bags.

“What are you doing?” He asked with urgency.

“I’m moving in with him. That’s what I came home to tell you.” He shook his head and walked over, stopping you. “Matthew, I am almost thirty years old. You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“So all those years of me taking care of you—“

“I’m grateful for you doing what you did to keep me alive. But we made it. We’re safe. I’ve found someone to spend the rest of my life with and I don’t need you to worry over me anymore!” You pleaded, desperate to salvage at least some sort of relationship with him. “You made it too. You can go out and find someone, start a family, stop fighting everything for once.”

“I don’t believe in that stuff,” he shook his head but backed away and let you finish packing. “Not anymore, at least.”

“Well, neither did I. And then…I met Joel.” You smiled at him, hoping that he could see through his overprotective nature and realize just how happy you were. “You never know when it’ll happen, you just gotta hang in there.”

“If you want to buy into that and forget about everything that still waits out there beyond these walls, good for you. But I’m not that naive, sis.”

You watched as he left your room without another word, your heart breaking for the man he was forced into becoming just to keep the two of you alive.

You remembered your childhood in glimpses—summers in your backyard, Matthew and you on a slip-and-slide, your mother sitting in a lawn chair sipping sweet tea while your father watched the two of you try to impress him with your moves. Though he was older, he never played into the mean big brother shtick. He was your first best friend, your bubba. Now he was so different that at times you looked at him and wondered if he wasn’t just a different human being simply calling himself Matthew.

You felt some blame for his hard nature, your helplessness causing him to carry twice the load at such a young age. He was just a boy when he became your guardian, having to not only fight for your lives but also help shape you into a human worth keeping alive. You could’ve turned out bad, like so many people had growing up in this apocalypse, but because of him you were allowed to remain soft—allowed to remain someone who still believed in fairytales.

But, like your life wasn’t his responsibility anymore, his wasn’t yours. He wouldn’t change overnight, and he certainly wouldn’t do it simply because you were telling him it was possible. No. He’d have to see it to believe it, and until then, he’d stay this way—closed off, unable to let go of his need for survival. So, packing the last of your things, you tugged both bags onto your shoulders and walked out, leaving him to himself.

•••

“You coulda walkied.” Tommy was stood in front of Joel at the community center, his class finished. “That’s all I’ll say.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, Tommy.” He spoke sincerely, leaning back against the desk. “But my priorities are shiftin’. Maybe you should find someone else to teach, Matthew maybe.”

“Maybe,” he nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, what was so important that it made you late?”

“Her.” He answered simply, a smile always finding its way onto his face at the mere thought of Sunshine’s existence. “Told her I loved her.”

“And?”

“And she said it back.” He grinned, his brother nodding in realization at the implications in his tone.

“Ah,” he chuckled and took a deep breath. “I remember what went down when Maria and I said it the first time. If it was anything like that, I can’t blame you for bein’ late.”

“I asked her to move in with me last night. She’s over at her brother’s gettin’ her things.” Tommy couldn’t help but grin at that, elated that things were going so well for him. “Who would’a thought this would happen?”

“Well, in all honestly I thought you’d screw it up by now, but I did introduce y’all for a reason.” They chuckled together for a moment before being interrupted by the sound of Joel’s walkie.

“Joel?” Sunshine’s voice sounded strained, making his brows furrowed as he picked it up and held the button.

“Yeah, darlin?”

“Can you come home?” Tommy nodded at his brother, giving him a pat on the arm before walking with him out of the building.

“Everything alright?” Joel asked once his brother had gone off in the opposite direction.

“It didn’t go well with Matt. Just need a hug. But if you’re busy, I can—“

“No, no. I’m not busy. Already on my way, baby.”

Sunshine didn’t answer to that, and it only made him want to hurry up to get home to her.

Within minutes, he was stomping up his front porch, only to be stopped by someone calling his name from the street behind him.

“Hey, Joel?” He turned around with a glare at the sound of Paul’s voice, Joel’s eyes looking around for any sort of clue as to why the man was here in front of his house. “Listen, I just wanna talk.”

“You can talk from there.” He ordered as Paul tried to step up the path to the house.

“I just wanted to apologize to her. You and Tommy have made it almost impossible for me to see her—“

“Because you tried to force yourself upon her, if I do remember clearly. You’re lucky you’re still in Jackson after what you did.” Joel crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the man twenty years his junior.

“I just want to tell her I’m sorry.” Paul spoke in a defeated sigh, tossing his hands up before letting them fall and smack against his jeans. Joel took a breath of patience, looking off to the side as he rubbed his hand over his chin.

After a moment of trying to suppress it for the sake of the woman inside the home, his rage won out. Who was this man to think he could show up here? After what he did? Did he really think Joel would walk inside, bring Sunshine out, make her face the man that forced himself upon her in front of the entire town? No. Joel may have changed since meeting her but not so much that he wouldn’t still fight for her honor.

And so, he found himself stomping down the porch, over the stone of the walkway, gripping the man by his collar and nearly lifting him off the ground. Paul looked terrified—which was exactly what Joel was hoping to elicit from him.

“I told you once—never come near her again. If I gotta tell you one more time, you’ll be lucky if Tommy kicks your ass out of town. Nothin’ those infected or hunters could do to you could come close to what I have in mind. Do you hear me?” Joel seethed, proud of himself for not doing it all then and there.

“Joel,” Sunshine’s voice made him let go of Paul, shoving him backwards and pointing down the road.

“Go. While you still got legs to run with.” Paul wasted no time, darting off down the street and disappearing. Joel waited and watched for a moment before turning around, making large and quick strides up the porch to Sunshine waiting in the doorway.

“What happened?” She asked, checking him over as though there was any risk of that kid hurting him. He shook his head as a reply, stroking her hair back before placing a deep kiss to her lips.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me. Are you okay?” He asked, ushering her inside and locking the door behind him. Sunshine seemed to forget all about the scene she’d just walked in on, her face falling a bit as she remembered why she needed him near in the first place.

“Matthew didn’t take it well. He said some…not very nice things, and…I just needed to see you. Tell you that I love you.” She pulled him in for a tight hug, almost suffocating, but he didn’t care. He squeezed her even closer, kissing the side of her head as he swayed her. “Also…”

“Yeah?” He pulled back, tipping her chin up and searching her now less sorrow-filled eyes and finding only trepidation in them.

“I wanted to wait to be sure before I said anything. Didn’t know how you’d react but—“ She took a deep breath, his heart inching its way to his stomach as he thought about the possibilities. Was she sick? Was she leaving? Did something happen with Matthew? “I’m late.”

“Late for wha—oh.” He pulled back even further out of instinct, her face falling a bit at the distance he inadvertently created between them. Realizing his mistake, he pulled her in for another tight hug, this time keeping in mind that there was a chance it wasn’t just her he needed to worry about crushing with his affections.

“You—You’re not mad?” She whispered from his shoulder, his head pulling away while his arms still remained holding her, his eyes searching hers carefully.

“No? I—I certainly didn’t plan on this ever happenin’ for me again, but…this isn’t a bad thing. Not with you.” He offered her a reassuring smile, suppressing the nerves and insecurities he felt deep down. Could he realistically be a good father anymore? Ellie’s presence in his life was clear proof that he could. “This something you want too? I…I’m happy about this, baby. Genuinely. It’s a surprise and there’s a lot we gotta figure out, but…this makes me happy. But I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, you know, if this isn’t what you want.”

“A baby? With you?” She asked as though the answer was clear, looking at him like he was the town idiot. “Are you kidding? I…can’t imagine anyone I’d rather do this with.”

He let out a chuckle of relief, for a minute there starting to believe that this was the end for not only their potential blessing, but also for this heaven he found himself living in.

“Yeah?” He asked with teary eyes, a smile on his bearded face where only a minute ago was a threatening glare.

“Joel, you’re the most attentive man in the world. Our kid is so lucky to have you as a father. Of course I’m wanting this. Only with you.” She assured, pinching his chin. “Guess now we just gotta get to the med supply and see if they’ve got any tests.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, tracing the side of her face with his fingertips. “God, baby…I can’t believe…in the two months since meetin’ you, you’ve flipped my entire world upside down. In a good way.”

“They’re gonna call us crazy,” she chuckled, Joel nodding. “Truthfully, if anyone would’ve told me I’d be knocked up and in love two months after meeting you, I’d probably think it’s crazy, too.”

“It’s the end of the damn world, baby. One month, one year, ten years—it’s all relative. All I know is that in the month of us bein’ together, you’ve made me feel more alive than I have in the past twenty years. So, if it’s crazy, so be it. I’ll be crazy, and I’ll be happy with you and our family.” Sunshine giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, we can be the house everyone avoids on Halloween.” He laughed and looked down at her adoringly.

“Exactly.”

•••

A few days had passed since the test confirmed your expectant state, the two of you keeping it a secret for now until you were safely out of the first trimester. Neither of you’d been able to keep your hands off each other, the knowledge that your love had produced something so beautiful making both of you all the more feral for one another.

Tonight was date night, but more than that, it was Joel’s 49th birthday. He begged you not to make a big deal out of it—he’d never been one for celebrating his own birthday—and so, you agreed to treat it as any other date night. Now, that didn’t necessarily prevent Ellie and Tommy from making a fuss. Loopholes, baby.

Joel was off with Ellie beyond the walls, taking her for a hike after seeing her mope around the house for the past week, but he agreed to meet you at the bar later on. So, after a couple hours of puking up all you’d consumed that day, you threw on a dress you’d knitted for yourself, something to keep you warm enough to brave the late September weather in Jackson, and slipped on a pair of black riding boots Joel had found outside the walls in an abandoned store before making your way down to the diner. You knew you were arriving early, but you always enjoyed getting there first so that you and Maria could catch up.

After an hour or so of waiting and chatting to your sort of sister-in-law, you’d learned that her and Tommy were in a squabble—something about her wanting him to quit patrol and take up a safer role as the town’s leader, tired of seeing him coming home so beat from the fighting. But Tommy was a Miller after all, and if he was anything like his older brother, it would be like pulling teeth trying to get him to sit back and watch the action happen rather than helping out. Thus creating the rift between the pair.

As much as you loved talking to Maria, you were starting to miss Joel. The sun had long set, and with every tick of the clock on the wall you found yourself filled with more and more concern for the two. Had something happened? Were they okay?

“Darlin,” Joel’s hands pressed to your shoulders as he stood behind you, leaning around to place a kiss on your cheek as you sat at the bar. You breathed a sigh of relief as you spun in the chair to face him.

“You’re late,” you scolded with a smirk, slipping your arm around his back as he stepped beside you. He shot you a guilty smile and nodded, sighing.

“I’m sorry, baby. Ellie had a lot to get off her chest today. Ended up talkin’ more when we got back to the house.” He pulled out the stool in front of him and sat down beside you. With an empathetic frown, you reached over and rubbed his tense shoulders. “Her and Cat are in a fight again. I worry that she’s gonna get her heart broken and that I’m just gonna have to sit back and watch it happen. She won’t take my advice. She wants what she wants, even when it ain’t good for her.”

“Of course she does, she’s fifteen.” You watched as he gave you a grumpy look, making you chuckle. “She’ll be okay. Everybody gets their heart broken at some point.”

“You haven’t.” He countered proudly but you looked down at the bar in response. “Have you?”

“Once, when I was around her age.” You chuckled and tried to change the subject as Maria came over, setting down two beers in front of the two of you, not yet let in on the secret that you couldn’t drink.

“Hold on, now. You’re tellin’ me somebody broke your heart? Meanin’ somebody had it to begin with?” You turned back over and gave him a smirk as your arm slung over his shoulder.

“Is Joel Miller jealous?” You teased, watching as he shook his head and chuckled darkly, rolling his eyes as you pinched his flushed cheeks. “Oh my god, you are.”

“I ain’t jealous,” he tried to sound convincing but failed, the two of you laughing together at his pathetic performance. “Fine, I’m a little jealous.”

“It looks nice on you,” you raked your fingers through his salt-and-pepper waves, Joel giving you a side eye and chuckle in response to your sickly sweet tone.

“Don’t try to change the subject, darlin’. Flattery ain’t gonna work this time.” You groaned and let your arm drop back to your side, Joel turning in his seat to look at you head on. “Come on, spill.”

“It was just a teenage boyfriend.” He didn’t look satisfied by that response. “He traveled with me and my brother for a few years and…things happened.”

“Things?” He asked with an amused smirk, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

“Yes, things. He was my first.” Joel gave you another grumpy look and you tilted your head at him, giving him a playful frown. You wished you could take a sip of the beer that sat in front of you, but instead chose to sit and stare at it longingly.

“And then the idiot went and broke your heart? After all that?” You turned back to him with a grin, biting your lip as you leaned over to scratch the underside of his bearded chin.

“It all worked out. If it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.” You subtly rubbed your stomach, though it’s appearance hadn’t yet changed. Joel smiled proudly and nodded his head, filling in the gap between you. He captured your lips with his for a quick kiss, knowing that this was not only a public space but that all eyes were on the two of you as of late.

“You know I ain’t gonna do that to you, right?” Joel mumbled for just you to hear, the sincerity in his tone too intimate to risk anyone else listening in on. “Never gonna break your heart, Sunshine.”

“Good, I’m holding you to that.” You winked at him, nudging your head back towards the dance floor. “Wanna dance, birthday boy?”

“Not particularly, but I seem to recall promisin’ to do anything you asked of me as long as you kept lookin’ at me like that, so…here I go.” He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you off your stool. Before the two of you walked off, he chugged his beer down in its entirety, a smirk on his face as he set it down and followed you onto the dance floor.

A newly crafted mirrorball had been hung up a week or so ago, and now it cast a beautiful speckled glow over the room. Joel looked so handsome—and so awkward—in the middle of the dance floor, his eyes on you as you spun around and leaned into him, crossing your arms behind his neck. Joel’s hands clasped together at the small of your back, his forehead leaning down and resting against yours as the two of you swayed to “You Belong To Me” by Patsy Cline—one of your mothers favorite artists, and one of the sounds on the soundtrack to your childhood.

“He didn’t have it, by the way.” You mumbled, causing Joel to lean back and stare at you with a half-confused smile. “My heart. He didn’t have it.”

“Oh yeah? And who does?” He asked with a grin tugging at his lips. You reached up and traced the dimple in his smile before splaying your palm on the side of his bearded face, tugging him down to your level for a kiss. Joel hummed into it before dipping you and holding you there. “Well, I’m waitin’, darlin.”

“You have it, baby. You do.” You giggled as he pecked at your face, keeping you in this dipped position until he was satisfied. Once you were upright, you pat his chest and shook your head at him. “So playful tonight.”

“So beautiful tonight.” He stroked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear, running his knuckles softly over the side of your face as he smiled down at you with that smitten, loved-up grin of his. Biting your lip you pulled him down again, leaning into the shell of his ear.

“I know the night’s just started, but I can’t help but think about what that little grin would look like between my thighs.” You husked for only him to hear, his hands gripping your hips harder with each word. Joel pulled away with a stunned expression, clueless as to what to say but nodding eagerly regardless. “Lead the way, cowboy.”

“C’mon, darlin’. Time is of the essence.” He clasped his hand with yours and attempted to make a quick exit from the bar, but his brother stopped the two of you as he stood right outside the doors.

“Where are y’all off to? It’s only 9.” Tommy smiled at the way you were clinging to his brother, glad that he’d found someone that could offer him the softness and love he deserved after so many years of hardship.

“Uh, we were just feelin’ a little beat.” Joel lied unconvincingly, his brother giving him a scrunched up face before pointing back at the bar.

“C’mon, we haven’t even cut your cake yet.” Tommy grabbed his brother’s shoulder and walked the two of you back inside, Joel shooting you an apologetic frown as the speckled lights from the mirrorball cast over your faces once again.

Joel’s hand squeezed yours as he held it, the two of you following Tommy around the dance floor and down the bar where Maria stood bartending.

“Honey, you wanna grab the cake?” Tommy leaned on the counter, his wife giving him an annoyed look while informing him she was busy and that he could do it himself.

“It’s alright, y’all. Really,” Joel tried to end the fuss, knowing that his real birthday treat was right beside him holding his hand. Tommy shook his head and walked behind the bar into the walk-in fridge, re-emerging a few moments later with a round birthday cake and a smile.

“Now y’all don’t run off on me, I gotta go hunt down Ellie for the damn candles.” Joel sighed as he watched his brother walk off, turning his eyes down to meet yours once your hand reached up to tickle his jaw.

“Don’t look so grumpy, they just want to celebrate you.” You watched as he softened his scowl, offering you a sweet smile.

“I know, but you’ve got me thinkin’ ‘bout other things now.” He curled his fingers around your waist tugged you tight to his body, a surprised giggle leaving your lips. “And you know there’s no stoppin’ me once you get me started, Sunshine.”

“Well…” you bit your lip and looked over his shoulder at the neon sign by the bathrooms. “Looks like the bathroom’s open.”

Joel went wide eyed, not expecting such a filthy response to come out of your mouth. Leaning down and ghosting his lips over yours, he spoke against you, igniting the fire between your legs all over again. “Go inside, I’m right behind ya.”

It took approximately two minutes for Joel to join you in the single-stall, locking the door behind him as he grinned at you. You curled your finger, calling him over to where you sat perched on the sink, Joel eagerly following your command.

“Well, hello there, handsome. You come here often?” You asked as he stood between your thighs, hands sliding up underneath your knit dress. You hummed as he gripped the flesh of your hips, raising one eyebrow at your lack of underwear.

“One wrong move and everybody gets to see what I dream about,” he scolded playfully as he leaned in, pecking your lips softly to tease you. Your arms crossed over his shoulders, smiling against him as you pulled him in tight, caging him in with your legs around his waist. “Can I taste you, darlin?”

“It’s your birthday, I should be tasting you.”

“It’s my birthday, so I get to choose.” He growled against you, his hand slipping between your thighs, fingers slipping down your clit to your entrance. He moaned against your mouth at the feeling of your slick coating him so easily, his index finger pushing in to the knuckle with ease and pulling a wanton moan from your lips. “You’re drippin’. This all for me?”

“All for you, baby.” You urged him on, watching as he sank to the floor in front of you. Your thighs spread willingly, your eyes locked on his as he kissed the soft skin, trailing his lips up to where you needed him but skipping right over it to treat your other thigh with the same gentleness. “You’re gonna tease me?”

“It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.” He shot you a playful wink before doing it all over again, this time brushing the rough hair of his beard against your folds for a second as he passed back over to the other thigh. Your head tipped back, leaning against the mirror hung on the wall. You looked up to the heavens for patience, knowing that you’d need it with the way Joel was so tenderly pecking your skin, working you up at his desired pace. He cooed in awe as he watched a dribble of slick pour out from your entrance, finally leaning in to lick it up before it dropped down onto the floor. “Don’t wanna waste any of that.”

“Fuck, Joel, please,” you found yourself begging, something you knew you didn’t have to do, but something you also couldn’t stop yourself from doing given the throbbing need between your thighs. Joel hummed in appreciation for your desperation, leaving wet kisses up your thigh until his tongue was licking you up from hole to clit, thighs trembling around his face. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before curling them up inside you, your walls clenching around him in thanks for the needed penetration, his lips wrapping around your swollen and throbbing clit to suck it into his velvet-soft mouth. “Oh! Feels so good!”

“I know baby, I know it does. But I need you to be quiet for me if you want me to keep goin’. Otherwise you’re gonna get us caught.” You bit your lip and looked down at him, nodding in obedience and lacing your fingers into his waves to pull him back to your clit. He stayed like that, sucking and lapping at your swollen bud while his finger worked the internal bunch of nerves, never needing to do more than that to have you coming undone. “Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna wet my face?”

“K-keep going, so close,” you whispered to him, watching as he sucked in a pulsing motion on your clit, your orgasm trickling over you little by little until a little became oh so much. Your head fell back against the mirror with a thud, the pain not even registering with the shield of euphoria protecting you, but Joel stood up and cradled your head anyways.

“You okay?” He asked with a chuckle, your eyes fluttering open and grin wide as you nodded at him. “We gotta be quick, but can I fuck you, darlin?”

“You never have to ask,” you reminded but you knew that wasn’t his way. He was a southern gentleman—he was going to ask. “Yes, baby. Just fill me up. I don’t need to cum again. I just wanna feel you leaking out of me.”

“Jesus,” he cursed under his breath as he tugged himself out of his jeans, his cock almost purple from how worked up he was. “Ain’t gonna last long, don’t hold it against me.”

You chuckled and nodded, gripping him and lining him up to urge him forward. Joel pressed into you with a shaky exhale, his eyes fixed on where your bodies connected. His thrusts were long, slow, allowing you to feel every ridge of his cock. You didn’t need to cum again, every stroke giving you aftershocks of your previous orgasm and bringing it back to surface. With a few punctuated snaps of his hips, he was spilling inside of you, whispering your name like a prayer as his cock twitched. Both of you lowered your gazes to watch him seep out of your hole and onto the floor, an animalistic growl slipping from his lips at the sound of his seed hitting the tile.

“Never gonna get tired of that,” he smiled at you and helped you off the counter, reaching for toilet paper to clean you up but you objected.

“No, I told you. I wanna feel you dripping out of me tonight.” He moaned again, pulling you in for a heated kiss before wiping up the mess on the floor and counter, the two of you washing your hands before making your not-so subtle exit. Thankfully, it was only Maria who had the privilege of watching as the two of you walked out with flushed faces, her eyes rolling and a chuckle slipping from her lips at the sight.

“There he is! Birthday boy,” Tommy cheered as the two of you found your way back to the cake, Ellie standing with Cat, Tommy holding Vivienne on his hip, Maria behind the bar lighting the candles. Matthew was even in attendance, though he was way off in the background accompanied by the ever sour-faced Joana. You tried not to think about either of them, turning back to the birthday boy in time to watch him smile down at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear that his only wish was for the baby to come out happy and healthy. “Hey! You gonna blow these damn candles out or do I gotta do it?”

Joel chuckled and leaned forward, blowing them out in one sweep before pulling back, his arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you close.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You tickled his chin that still glistened with your release, Joel smirking at you.

“A very happy birthdate indeed, darlin.”

•••

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