#this moment in the trailer gave me chills

[daisyjohnsn]

Oh my God, we're a team?!

THE MARVELS (2023)

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[littlelioncub43]

Come On, Angel

Summary: You and Eddie have been exhausted, and sometimes a nice long nap is exactly what you need.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Female!Reader

Warning: Fluff, sooooo much fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers (kinda, nothing happens but it's lowkey understood that they're in love with each other), cuddling, forehead kisses, Eddie and Reader being in love with each other and showing it in sweet ways, one mention of masturbation but it's not even graphic, Eddie has been having nightmares but doesn't know what they're about (S4 doesn't happen in this. He's safe and loved and always will be), slight angst, pet names, just—nice things.

Word count: 2,209

A/N: Oh my goodness, I loved writing this one, ok? This was so much fun. It made me feel all sorts of nice things, and I hope it makes you feel all those nice things too. This is based on a thot I shared with my bestie P!R Anon that I just couldn't help but expand. They put up with a lot of my ramblings and they're amazing for that. And so! I hereby dedicate this slice of heaven to them. Here you go, bestie. Enjoy!

Kisses💋

— K

Part II. Series Masterlist

“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places…” Eddie mumbles under his breath with the radio, silently cursing Max for playing that damn cassette so many times. The drive through the slowly chilling streets of the trailer park was quiet, a few solitary cars and trucks passing Eddie’s prized van as he made the journey to your trailer. With the sun dipping low behind the trees, the shadows and wind bit harder than normal and told of a fast approaching winter. 

Your trailer was a familiar shape at the end of the road, a beacon of comfort that pushed his foot on the pedal hoping to cut the journey as short as possible. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before he was slamming the rusty van into park, shutting off Kate Bush, and hopping out of the driver’s seat with that impish grin that never seemed to leave his face around you. The door was locked, which didn’t deter him in the slightest. He pulled the mess of keys from his jacket pocket and found the copy you’d given him a few years ago, just after you moved into your own trailer. The moment you gave it to him, he swore that he wouldn’t let it out of his sight, and, surprisingly, he hasn’t. 

“Helloooo!” He calls as he pushes the door open. He waits for a second for a response but when he gets none he slips his jacket and vest on the couch, heading for your bedroom. 

“Lucy, I’m hooooome!” He sings as he pokes his head into your room, immediately regretting the loudness of his voice. He hears a soft chuckle from the lump of blankets on your bed, your limbs slowly stretching as you peel back the duvet from your sleepy face. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he says, much softer this time.

“Hey,” you croak, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you click on the lamp next to your bed, “whatcha up to, Munson? No good?” 

“Oh, yeah, you know me; scaring housewives, stealing cats, sacrificing goats—the whole nine yards, babe.” He grins and slides his hands into his pockets. You giggle again at his silliness and let yourself take him in in all his glory. Eddie Munson looked far too handsome leaning against your doorframe, his frizzy, wild hair illuminated from the light behind him (God, was he an Angel?), dressed in his usual uniform: a well-loved Hellfire t-shirt, black jeans, that God-awful handcuff belt that you secretly loved, and the same pair of white sneakers that he’s had since his junior year. 

“The poor thing, you must be exhausted,” you yawn, even with sleep still heavy in your system you could see that he was tired. 

“Nah,” he winks with a shake of his head, noting how adorable you look swaddled in your blanket. The thought is quickly tossed aside as quickly as he thought it, he shouldn’t think of you like that, you were his best friend. He pulls his keys from his back pocket. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to your nest, sweetheart.”

“Noooo, com’ere,” you tiredly beckon to him with a soft smile, “join me in the nest.”

“What?” He pushes off the doorframe to make his way to kneel beside your bed, the grabby hand you make at him has his own hand itching to hold yours. He rests his chin on the edge of your bed, his hands folded neatly. 

“Stay. Nap,” you say, sitting up on your elbow, “I know you need it, I can see your eye bags without my glasses on.” 

“Ok, see, that’s not how to get me into bed with you,” he jokes with a laugh, easily making you laugh with him. He hadn’t been sleeping very well lately, strange nightmares about strange looking bats and massive basilisk-like vines kept him from getting good rest. Then he spent his days toiling away in the garage.

“Com’on, just a small nap,” you pet his arm gently, trying to lure him into agreeing. It was working.

“I don’t have pajamas,” he points out, already caving to your suggestion, you could suggest he take a flying leap and he just might. He straightens up so your eyes are level, subtly searching for more of your warmth. 

“Just ditch the jeans and t-shirt, and sleep in your boxers—which I assume you’re 100% wearing?” You suspiciously raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes, mom, I’m wearing underwear,” Eddie sasses at the accusatory tone of your voice. 

“Good! Then you can sleep in those,” you rationalize, your sleepy brain may not make the best choices, but goodness, you were sleepy and you could tell Eddie was too. He clicks his tongue with a heavy sigh, feigning defeat. 

“Alright,” he pulls himself standing and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “Avert your eyes, sweetheart, the show ain’t free.”

“Boooooooo,” you groan and cover your face with a blanket before flopping back on the bed dramatically, earning a chuckle from the metalhead. He was thankful you covered your face so he can blush in private. You’d seen him in his boxers many times before, but this would be the first time he’d be in bed with you, while practically naked. ‘She’s in her pjs, it’ll be fine,’ he tells himself and tugs off his Hellfire shirt. He quickly strips down to his checkered boxers, the chill of the room nips at his skin and leaves him with goosebumps, it mixes with the perpetual exhaustion in his bones. 

Yeah, a warm bed sounds like heaven right now. 

“Done yet?” And there was an angel. As soon as the blanket was over your face, you felt a fresh wave of tiredness crash down on you. 

“Mmhmm,” he hums, trying to remain as calm as possible to fight off the blush that desperately wants to return. You throw open your blankets for him to climb in, reaching for him on instinct. 

Eddie smiles as soon as he sees your pajamas; one of his favorite shirts that mysteriously went missing a week ago and, he hopes to God, a pretty pair of panties. He’s never seen anything more gorgeous than you in his clothes, but you sleeping in his clothes? Oh, he’d pay good money to see that every day for the rest of his life. 

He lets you gently guide him into the spot next to you before he scoops you up to hold you a little closer, an uncontrollable shiver racing up his spine. Boy, he was cold. You nuzzle deeper into his hold on instinct, the feeling of his arms around you always sent your heart a-flutter. The chilled skin of his chest pressed into your cheek as you snuggled in, your hand coming to his arm to rub his skin warm. 

“My God, Munson, are you made of ice?” You joke and curl yourself around him, slinging your leg over his. You swallow lightly when you feel his bare thigh against yours, the light dusting of hair scratched against you ever so softly. If you weren’t so sleepy, you’d be having a mini heart attack right about now. 

“Well, they do say I’m cold hearted,” he teases through a yawn, his eyes getting heavier and heavier with each breath. He hears you hum out a tired laugh but he can barely focus on anything except your leg in his lap and the rhythmic thumpthumpthump of your chest against his. 

There’s a spell of comfortable silence. The room is filled with slowly deepening breaths and two heartbeats. Sleep takes hold of you quickly, your eyes already shut and dreams just about to start. Eddie catches himself dozing and has enough sense to carefully shut the lamp off before relaxing again. 

As soon as the room was dark, sleep came to him and carried him off. 

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There’s laughter. And sunshine. And his favorite Metallica record playing. He remembers you in the passenger seat of his van, passing him a spoon with ice cream on it. He remembers eating the spoonful of chocolate ice cream while never looking away from you. You were smiling at him, and, God, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The light was red, there was no danger. No bats, or vines or whatever the fuck they were. It was just the two of you and a bowl of chocolate ice cream. What more could he want?

Soft movement twitched in his limbs as he slowly came back from the dream realm. His head was resting on something soft, tresses of his brown hair covered his face but he couldn’t be bothered to move them yet. He felt you stir with him, wakefulness rising in you both. The feeling of his head on your chest was what you could only describe as perfect. You laid on your back with Eddie resting on top of you, his arms bracketing your sides, hands holding the fabric of your shirt that had ridden up in the night. Your legs were spread comfortably for him to fit between. 

With a gentle stretch, you run your hands across his naked shoulders idly. The soothing touch igniting awareness in Eddie as he finally blinks his eyes open. The sun was peeking through the light curtains of your room, the morning birds singing their happy songs in the trees outside. He purrs when you bring one hand to his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes for him. Oh, yeah, he liked that. 

“G’mornin’, Princess,” he rasps, not bothering to move from his spot yet. If he were honest, he wouldn’t move for all eternity if it were up to him. 

“Morning, Ed,” you mumble back with a yawn, still rubbing his back as you finally open your own eyes to stare at your ceiling. 

“'Just a nap,’ huh?” He yawns, his own hand moving to stroke your side, “now, I may not be a smart man, but that was way longer than a nap.”

“Well, we needed it,” you respond with a small smile, the feeling of his calloused hands gliding over the heated skin of your side was equal parts comforting and intoxicating. Eddie let out an affirmative grumble before lifting his head, resting his chin on your sternum. The sight that greets him nearly knocks him on his ass. Your hair is a mess, sleep has made your face plumper than normal, lines from your pillow run along the length of your cheek, eye crusties dot the inner corner of your gorgeous eyes. You look beautiful, like always, but you look real. And the fact that someone as perfect as you were, was real and currently playing with a knotted lock of his hair, blew his fucking mind. 

While he was busy surveying your face, you were doing the same to him. Taking in his own puffy face, drool coated lips, wild hair, and glossy brown eyes. You came to the same conclusion, unbeknownst to you, that he was perfectly real. The smile that tugged at your lips was easy and held all the fondness you felt for the man in your bed. He saw it, the fondness that he hasn’t found anywhere else in the world. 

“Sleep good?” You ask, the tension in the room was too much for you to take any longer. It was enough for Eddie to come back to reality. 

“Like a baby,” he hums and stretches his arms out before propping himself up on his forearms with a sigh. “We are so doing that again,” he says with a playful smirk. 

“Definitely,” you chuckle in agreement and rub your face clear of any left over sleep crusties. It’s then that Eddie realizes that he’s on top of you, he glances between you to see your shirt rucked up, revealing a pair of plain black cotton panties adorning your hips. He bites his lip and takes as many mental pictures as he can for some at at home solo activities. He’s quick to pull his mind out of the gutter when he hears your tummy rumble. 

“Hungry?” He asks, you hum and nod. “One ‘Eddie Special,’ coming right up!” He kisses your forehead, it was too tempting to ignore, before getting up and heading for your kitchen. You listen to the sound of his rummaging through your kitchen and decide to switch on your stereo next to your bed. The normally harsh sounds of heavy metal guitars and drums is a quiet hum when Eddie returns. He comes back with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a banana, and a fresh cup of water— all balanced in his two hands. 

“Wooooow, room service? I should let you sleep in my bed more often,” you reach for the glass of water first and gulp it down. He gets back in bed, being extra careful of the milk in the bowl.

“Yes, you should,” he grumbles through a mouthful of cereal before handing you the bowl. You laugh and dig in, letting the morning go on at a comfortable pace. It’s just the two of you and a bowl of cereal. 

What more could he want?

Part II

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[hawkinsbnbg]

‪Steve was such an embodiment of a golden retriever that Eddie could hardly hate him even when his Munson Doctrine said otherwise.‬

‪Once Eddie got to know him better, he knew he was done for.‬

‪The guy wasn't only a pretty face and fine muscles, he was also kind and a goddamn sweetheart.‬

‪And Eddie? He was a sucker for Steve Harrington. ‬

‪Had been since high school and never thought he could fall any deeper until Dustin literally force introduced him to Steve who took one look at him and invited him to his house.‬

‪As if they were good friends and not two strangers who had just talked to each other for the first time.‬

‪"We actually talked once before all of this," said Steve absentmindedly as they were chilling out on the lounge chairs by the pool.

‪Sometimes, the night breeze would sail past them and Eddie would be able to smell Steve's citrus cologne mix with the chlorine that came from the pool. ‬

‪Also, he'd never admit that the sight of Steve in that white snug T and those stupid tiny green shorts made him a little bit dizzy.‬

‪"When?" Eddie was bewildered. Because if he had interacted with Steve, then he sure as hell he'd remember it for the rest of his life.‬

‪"On my first year," Steve gave him a meaningful look. "You seemed to hate me a lot the moment we met so I didn't try to approach you anymore."

‪Eddie remembered it now. That day, Steve had come to buy from him but since he didn't sell to underages, he decided to scare the younger boy away and then forgot all about it once he returned to his trailer.

‪Turned out, his tactic worked a little bit too well and now, Eddie finally understood why Steve never came to him and it was always Tommy or Carol's brother instead.‬

‪"Thanks for that anyway," said Steve quietly.‬

‪"For what?" Eddie frowned slightly in confusion.‬

‪"For denying me the weeds," Steve gave him a warm smile. "I had been goaded to buy them from you but now thinking back, I'm glad that I didn't get them. Because I knew the moment I went back with a bag of weeds, those people would encourage me to buy drugs next. It'd go on until they got me addicted and my life would be much more different if I was sent into rehab by my father."‬

‪Though Eddie knew this was what he hoped his little conscience would do to those teenagers, he still didn't expect Steve Harrington of all people to thank him for it.‬

‪And he didn't expect his heart to leap into Steve's hand without his consent, either.‬

‪"It's nothing," Eddie cleared his throat slightly and picked up his beer bottle so he'd have something to do instead of flailing his hands around like an idiot. "It's just one of my rules that I don't sell to underages."‬

‪"And thanks to you, many guys like me can have a better life," Steve raised his beer into the air. "Cheers for Eddie Munson."‬

‪Eddie though blushed at the lovely smile Steve sent him, still held up his bottle and clinked it with Steve's.‬

‪After that night, they started hanging out together more often. Sometimes, it'd be at Steve's place, and some other times, it'd be in Eddie's bedroom at the Munson trailer.

‪Steve even chatted with Wayne about basketball, on which Eddie would never in his wildest dream expect to walk in when he returned from a gig one late night.‬

‪Gradually, it became their thing to spend time together whenever they could.‬

‪Yet, Eddie didn't dare to consider them as anything but friends.‬

‪Sure, they hung out all the time in each other's bedroom, they shared forehead kisses and cuddles, they brushed each other's hair, and they even lived in each other's wardrobe.‬

‪But, clearly, Steve was as straight as a ruler and Eddie wouldn't ruin their friendship just because of his stupid feelings.‬

‪So Eddie did what he thought was the best. He tried to move on.‬

‪But he had failed the moment a random girl walked up to Steve and started flirting with him.‬

‪An ugly thing reared its head inside Eddie and caused him to see Red.‬

‪He just stormed over and pulled Steve away from that girl, out of the bar, and into the back of his van without much thought for the consequences.‬

‪Fuck the consequences. Because Steve was his and his alone. Anyone could fuck off.‬

‪"Eds? Did something happen? Are you okay?" Steve looked at him in concern.‬

‪That got an amused huff out of Eddie. Of course, his sweetheart would worry about everyone but himself.‬

‪"No, I'm okay," he took in a deep breath to calm down. Then, he met those hazel eyes and decided to be honest for once. "I was just jealous."‬

‪"Of who?" Steve’s brows pinched in bafflement.‬

‪"Of that girl," Eddie licked his dry lips and watched Steve's gaze flick down to them before meeting his eyes again.‬

‪"Why?"‬

‪"Why?" Eddie parroted back before giving out the answer that had been locked inside him for years. "Because I like you, Steve."‬

‪"Oh," Steve breathed out.‬

‪"Yeah," Eddie snorted bitterly and braced himself for the imminent heartbreak. ‬

‪He waited for Steve to either turn him down gently or punch him in the face for taking advantage of their friendship for his greed and selfishness.‬

‪He knew Steve would never do that. But it'd hurt far worse if Steve got upset enough with him to resort to pure violence.‬

‪Instead, all Steve did was ask with a raised eyebrow, "So are you gonna kiss me now or do I need to do it first?"‬

‪Eddie didn't need to be told twice to cup Steve's face and lock their lips together.‬

‪This could be another good dream for all he cared.‬

‪For now, Eddie didn't want to drown himself in yet another existential crisis until he was done making out with his darling.‬

‪Until they stumbled into Steve's bed, until Eddie was permitted to do everything to the other man, including blowing his back out that he knew it wasn't a dream. Because Eddie never made it this far in his dreams before.‬

‪"So are we boyfriends now?" Eddie asked again just to make sure as he cuddled and shared lazy kisses with an adorably sleepy Steve.‬

‪"Mhm," Steve hummed under his breath, all rosy cheeks and blissed out.‬

‪"Just so you know," Eddie traced his forefinger on the soft outline of Steve's chin. "You're gonna be stuck with me for a very long time and even if you try to kick me away, I'd find a way to get back to you."‬

‪"That sounds perfect to me," Steve yawned and snuggled up to him.‬

‪"Yeah?" Eddie tightened his arms around Steve.‬

‪"Uh-huh," Steve planted a small kiss on his jaw. "We're in this together now. And you're gonna see how clingy I am very soon. Just don't regret it, Munson."‬

‪"I'd never, sweetheart," Eddie whispered back and gave his lovely boyfriend another smooch on his forehead.‬

‪As Eddie slowly drifted off, he just knew he was the world's happiest and luckiest man to have Steve in his life.

‪And that was a blessing he'd never take for granted.‬

#steddie #idiots in love #possessive eddie munson #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steddie fluff #ficlet #sionewrites

[bree-cheesy]

Forbidden Pleasure

Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

A/N: So here I am with another fic after like almost a month. Sorry y'all. I get excited to write for like a week then don't want to for a month. Hope I make up for my absence. And I hope you guys like the fic. Took me a lot of effort to make honestly.

SIDE NOTE: Messed something up so I had to delete and repost! Sorry!!

Credit to @nowadayz for the gif

Warnings: SMUT 18+!!! Minors just go away. (dirty talk, mutual pining, intense kissing, slight sub and dom themes but only if you squint, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming mentions, finger sucking.) Some fluff, co-star friends to lovers, not very plot heavy, reader and Joseph practice kissing for a scene. No use of Y/N. Think that's it. It's not proof read either.

Word Count: 2093

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Joseph was your costar. You both were starring in a romance movie about two ex lovers. They were separated when they went to college and recently ran into each other when your character got a new job in the character’s old town. It was pretty cliche, but it was your first film you were starring in so you were excited. Joseph played the love interest. It was your first film where you had to act out a sex scene. You were so unprepared. It’s not like you’ve never been with someone intimately, but acting a sex scene was so much different then actually having sex.

Joseph was nothing, but kind to you about the whole thing. He knew you were nervous about it and was super supportive. He was nervous himself because he was too afraid to admit he was attracted to you. He was head over heels for you almost. He wanted to make the whole scene perfect for you because he had a small amount of hope something would happen between you both. He would have to wait to say anything until filming was ended because you both could be kicked from the movie. He didn’t want that for you.

You were in your trailer, preparing for the scene. It was only you and Joseph and the filming crew on set that day, but you were still nervous. What if you were bad at it? What if you forgot to brush your teeth beforehand? Thoughts were zooming through your head so bad that you almost missed the knock on your trailer door. You got up and opened the door. Joseph was standing there.

“Oh, hey Joe.” You let him in and shut the door behind him. Your palms felt sweaty around him. He was hard to be around. It was almost intimidating.

“Hey, just thought I’d check on you before the scene. See how you’re feeling.” Joseph ran his hand through his hair and gave you a weak smile. Even if the smile was fake, it was still beautiful. God, that smile. It was something you saw in your mind at almost every waking moment. Completely tormenting you all day every day. Everything about it was perfect. Not to mention his eyes. Goddamn he was just a beautiful man. “Hey, you there?”

You shook out of your thoughts and looked up at him, gulping nervously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m nervous honestly.” You walked back to the desk you were at and sat down. “Scared I’ll do bad. Haven’t really had very many praises on my kissing skill in my life.” Joseph looked at you confused. You shook your head. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about it.”

Joseph sat down on your couch in the corner, sitting back and manspreading in a way that made chills go down your spine. You usually hated when men did that. Why is it so attractive when he does it? “I understand. I haven’t necessarily had complaints about my skills, but it’s different in front of a camera. Always a little nerve wracking.” He smiled at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Especially when the girl you’re kissing is pretty.”

You blushed and rolled your eyes, peeking at the time on your phone. “It’s no secret that people don’t want me to do this movie. There have been complaints since before we started filming. One little mess up and I’m fucked, Joe.” You groaned and held your head in your hands. Joseph rolled his eyes.

“Don’t even worry about that. You’re gonna do fine.” Joseph looked at you, an idea suddenly crossing his mind. It was a stretch so he was scared to even ask the question, but you looked desperate. “Uhm, we could practice.” You looked up at him confused. Practice? Practice what? Fake sex?

“Practice?” You asked, still terribly confused.

“Yeah, like practice kissing or something. Like, if you’re so worried you’ll mess it up, we can practice to see how we work together.” He shrugged and sat forward a little. “In my opinion, it’s worth a shot.”

You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks heating up. Kissing Joe out of character? What was he thinking? This is dangerous. Who knows what would happen between you two? The attraction between you two was undeniable. The kiss could spark something dangerous. Something forbidden. “A-Are you sure?” Your voice was meek and shaky.

He nodded and stood up. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Not gonna force you to do it.” He held his hand out and you took it, standing up in front of him. “Look, you set the pace. If that means I don’t touch you, or if there's no tongue, I don’t care. All up to you. I want you to be comfortable.” He looked so kind and gentle. You are lost now. Unable to let the chance of feeling his lips not in front of a camera pass up. It was a need. Not a want. A need. A need clawing at your insides that was getting almost too much to handle.

“U-Uhm, okay.” you gulped nervously and he smiled.

“Okay, what’s the rules then, m’lady.” He held his hands out like one of those wooden dummies you’d draw. “Guide my hands wherever.” You pouted a little and gently took his hands, putting them on your waist. Seemed like a secure spot. He’d have a grip on you in case the kissing was just too much and you passed out.

His hands flexed against your waist, aching to slide under your t-shirt so he could feel your skin. He needed more, but he was going to stay true to his word. The pace of this was up to you. He looked down at you with such patience that it almost made you melt into a puddle at his feet. You usually were not the kind to want to bend at every command a man gave, but for him, you’d do almost anything. His head went down a little, just to get closer so it wasn’t awkward trying to start the kiss. His breath gently fanned against your lips. It smelled minty with a slight hint of cigarettes. It was sinful.

Gently, you pressed your lips to his. His hands tightened ever so slightly on your waist and you stepped closer. Mentally cursing at yourself for kissing like a scared teenager, you deepened it ever so slightly. Both your eyes fluttered shut, noses bumping a little. He couldn’t stop himself. Your lips were just too soft. He needed more. He pressed his lips harder against yours and you let out a soft whimper, pressing more against him. He wouldn’t go too far. Not unless you did. He felt your tongue gently swipe his bottom lip and he opened on a sigh, hugging his arms around your waist.

Reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss turned sloppy. Hot and wet. Teeth clashing. It was primal. A need deep down in the both of coming out after one simple kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed you up against the wall, slotting his mouth hard over yours. You were so fucked. So absolutely mega fucked. He tasted like pure sin. Better than anything you could’ve imagined.

His hands went down to your ass and squeezed softly, groaning and slotting his thigh between your legs, making your knees buckle and fall into him. His hands went down your belly and roughly unbuttoned your jeans. You wiggled your hips slightly as he stuck his hand inside, welcoming the gesture with open arms. His fingers slid to your aching pussy which was now completely soaked. It always was when you thought about him.

“Fuck… so wet…” Joseph groaned into your mouth and moved down to kiss your neck. His fingers found your clit in record time and you moaned a little louder than intended. Just as he was about to go further, your phone rang. He gasped and pulled away. You scrambled to grab the phone and looked at the contact. It was the producer. He was calling you to get ready for the scene. Joseph fixed his clothes and you hastily buttoned your pants back up. No words were spoken between you two and you both awkwardly walked to hair and makeup.

--2 hours later--

The tension was sizzling between you two after the scene. Everyone could tell, but no one was going to say anything. As you got back to your apartment that night, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Joe. You bit your lip nervously and looked at it.

Joey: You better open your front door.

Confused, you opened it and were met with Joseph standing there, out of breath and holding onto the doorframe. Before you could get a word in, he rushed at you, kissing you with such urgency you'd 've been convinced the world was ending. You weren’t going to stop it, though. His hands ripped your shirt and pants off before picking you up and carrying you to the couch. Your ass landed in his lap facing away from him. You took a deep and much needed breath. You hadn’t really gotten one since he tackled you.

He kissed your neck while you shimmed your panties down your legs. His hand went between your thigh and he groaned into your ear. “God, the most perfect pussy…” His middle and ring finger slipped through your soaking folds making you whine and squirm in his lap. He lightly slapped your thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.”

You nodded and whimpered softly, lolling your head back against his shoulder. He gently rubbed your clit, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, slowly making you come undone. You felt his hard on growing under your ass, making it so hard to not wiggle against it. His fingers were so gentle and talented. Your body quivered against his chest, breath coming out in hard pants. “Joseph… I need.. please!” You whimpered, feeling yourself getting close.

“Cum for me, baby… I want to see it.” he slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, his thumb working against your clit in time with his finger’s thrusts. You felt yourself squeeze around his fingers, Joseph whispering encouragements into your ear. Finally, you cried out and came hard around his finger. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against your lips. You sucked on it obediently, wanting to please him. He reached down between you two and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his aching cock out.

“Joseph… please….” You whined, wiggling against his cock. You just wanted him inside you. He wouldn’t even have to move, just put it inside you and let you warm his cock. Anything for him. He gently lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out so good. It was a little painful, but it felt so good at the same time. It was a forbidden feeling running through your whole body. Without even thinking, you started bouncing on his cock. It wasn’t even something you knew you were doing.

He grabbed your hips and helped you up and down his cock, grunting and groaning. Your moans echoed through your apartment, a beautiful song only you two would be able to make. You pressed your palms on his knees and rode him harder, whining and moaning, your eyes shutting at his tip pressed against the spot inside you that made you weak.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock… Use it, baby…” Joseph slapped your ass, making you yelp and go faster, chasing the release you so desperately needed. Joseph moved his hips up against yours, meeting your thrusts and driving you wild. He felt your pussy walls clench around his cock and gritted his teeth. “S-So tight…” Joseph stuttered out.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Joe-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before cumming hard for the second time. Joseph groaned and felt his release snap, filling you up. You fell back against his chest, your breath coming out shaky and hard. Your eyes shut and your hand went back to behind his head, snaking your fingers through his curls. He breathed heavily and gently lifted you off his cock, setting you back down on his lap, too tired to get up. Turning his arms, you snuggled into his chest and fell asleep. He just hugged you close and shut his eyes.

It was a forbidden thing for the two of you. No one would know until they had to. Forbidden, but so amazing. Forbidden pleasure.

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[fastnights]

what are we?

eddie munson x female reader

summary: reader wonders where she stands with eddie

warnings: language

i do not give permission to copy my work, so don’t do it!

you and eddie weren’t exactly what you call it ‘enemies’ or friends or a couple. you two don’t have a label to whatever you two are, which confused you. you always wondered where you stood with eddie, you wasn’t on bad terms with him or anything bad, every time you tried to ask him where you both stand he avoids answering the question which makes you upset. it’s not that hard to answer the question, he can tell you what you two are exactly are but chooses not to.

one day you decided that you deserved answers because it’s not right how he won’t tell you where you both stand with each other, you were hoping for a friendship maybe, you two did hangout like friends would do but sometimes you two do more than what ‘friends’ do. eddie just never label what we are but the other people he be around he totally calls them his friends which is weird to you honestly.

at this moment you was chilling with eddie at his trailer in his room and you thought to just ask him what you two were because it’s time he gives you both some type of label or you’ll keep bothering him about it then he may get annoyed at you.

“hey, eddie?”

“hm?”

“i know you might get annoyed with me asking you but i’m curious to know where we stand?” it was silence at you asked him that question.

“fuck y/n you bring this up every time you can and you still don’t get an answer every time you ask me that shit.”

“why don’t you just answer it for i can stop asking you, if you’re so damn tired of me asking, then fucking answer the damn question eddie.”

“maybe because i don’t want to give us a lab-.”

“and why is that? we literally do like such things that friends do and what couples do as well and you think not to give us some type a label?”

“y/n why do you care so much about a label?”

“because eddie, i wanna know where we stand together. friends or more than friends?”

it got silent once again, you guess he was thinking about it now since he never thought to give you both some type of label to see where you two stand. you were hoping he would say more than friends honestly, you couldn’t deny you were falling for eddie pretty hard too but you never told him but you guess he knew now since you wanted to know where you stood with him.

“well since you want to know where we stand y/n, i don’t know but you got me thinking too about where we stand and if i’m being honest with you and myself, i say i see us being friends.” he said.

after knowing where you stood with eddie you just sat there silently, with him saying ‘i say i see us being friends’ that deep down hurt you. eddie really just put you in a friendzone but it’s not like you could do anything about. you didn’t even hear eddie when he was calling your name, you was so lost in your thoughts right now.

“hey y/n, you good?”

“y-yeah, yeah i’m fine.”

“are you sure, because after i gave you what you wanted you went silent and you haven’t said anything every since?”

“i’m fine eddie, you said you see us as friends so friends it is.” you said as you got up and walked out of his room, he won’t going to see you break down in front of him, you walked out of his trailer and walked to your car and got inside and drove home. you couldn’t be upset with eddie because he saw you just as a friend, but now you knew where you stood with him and it hurts to know that eddie doesn’t feel the same with you even when you both shared those special moments together.

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[caramel1mochi]

ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [End]

Heya! Guess who's officially done with Yoru? That's right, this gal!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go binge watch Iso's trailer again as a rewar– I mean, to get a feel for his personality, if you catch my drift hehe

Catch you next week! And this time I won't be late!!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff, some angst

TW: Detailed violence

Words: 6k

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

To say today had a good start would be a vast understatement.

You woke up feeling untouchable, as if even a bullet wouldn’t be able to take away the triumphant aura you exuded around everyone on your way to responsibly prepare for the mission.

You were smiling ear to ear in the training range; gunning down bots like a particularly happy paperboy delivering the newspapers. Neon definitely felt that something was off. But it wasn’t the fact that you weren’t an anxiety-ridden mess, no. What concerned her was how good your aim was, and especially how calm you were with how you wielded your weapon. It was contagious.

She stood next to you and crossed her arms, speaking loudly to counteract how deafening the shots were.

‎ 

“Someone’s happy today.”

‎ 

You shrugged and continued shooting.

‎ 

“It’s just a good day, you know? Clear weather, chill vibes and everything.”

‎ 

Neon raised an eyebrow. With the upcoming mission, she herself was prepared to reassure you on how things would go as smoothly as they did last time. But this? This attitude was as natural as catching sight of a flying pig.

‎ 

“Alright, lay it all out, A/N. You were gone all day yesterday.”

‎ 

She forced a blush out of you with just those words, and prompted you to stop shooting for a moment. There was no reason for you not to tell her. Well, except for one…

‎ 

“It’s not like you’d believe me.”

‎ 

“Don’t be like that, when have I ever doubted you?”

‎ 

She said with one hand on your shoulder, completely confident in her words. And you could make an entire list in response to that. A sigh escaped you before you finally managed to meet her gaze.

‎ 

“Fine. I may or may not have gone out with Yoru yesterday.”

‎ 

Neon paused for a moment. Then, she snickered, as if you told her you’d won the lottery.

‎ 

“Be honest. I’ll be impressed with whatever it really is.”

‎ 

“I’m not joking, Neon!”

‎ 

“No way, Yoru doesn’t go out with people two consecutive days in a row, I tried!”

‎ 

Sounds like something she’d do, alright. Just as you went to throw a snarky response at her, you jumped once she gasped in the most diva way possible and forcefully tilted your Bulldog upwards.

There, she saw it.

‎ 

“What is this?”

‎ 

Neon called out as if she spotted a bomb. In fact, she scared you, until you realised she was pointing at your prized gift from the day before. She tilted the gun to get a better angle and held the omamori in her hand to make sure it was what she thought it was.

‎ 

“There’s no way– is that from Yoru?!”

‎ 

You flushed and pulled it away, swiftly turning on the safety considering how stupid of a move this was.

‎ 

“I told you, dummy!”

‎ 

“I didn’t think– did he give that to you or did you sneak into a shrine? There’s no way you got that, right?”

‎ 

You allowed her to take your gun to inspect it. And with just a few touches, she confirmed that it was an omamori only he’d get.

‎ 

“I’m serious, he gave it to me!”

‎ 

“How?! I've known him for months and I can barely get a text back sometimes!”

‎ 

Which is why you couldn’t wait until the mission to finally not have something go wrong for once. Nevertheless, you innocently shrugged and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear in the most smug manner possible.

‎ 

“Oh, well, you know. I guess some of us are naturally irresistible.”

‎ 

“What-ever.”

‎ 

Neon crossed her arms and pouted for a moment. But then, she met your gaze with a devious glimmer in her eyes once a brand new idea popped up. Uh oh.

‎ 

“Sooo… did he cook you something this morning? Anything delicious for breakfast?”

‎ 

“I woke up late.”

‎ 

She clicked her tongue, before getting back to the main task at hand.

‎ 

“Okay fine. When he does, which he will, you wouldn’t mind, you know… sneaking some for your best friend, right?”

‎ 

You couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped you. Of course Neon would request something preposterous like this. Why wouldn’t she?

‎ 

“Ease up, Neon. Too early. We’re still just friends, remember?”

‎ 

“We’re almost a month in and you still don’t know how Yoru’s world works? If he feeds you, he’s basically proposing!”

‎ 

You definitely knew, but you weren’t about to admit that. She began shooting with your Bulldog as each of you spoke, almost as if to emphasise the fact you had an omamori tied to the gun.

‎ 

“That’s a reach.”

‎ 

“Why’s that? It’s not like you’d say no if he does.”

‎ 

“Pshh. As if you know that.”

‎ 

Neon tossed your Bulldog back to you, before grabbing your wrist and forcing you to get a good look at the roots. Only now did you notice how organised and easy-to-digest they were, as if they were sets upon sets of cables that unwrapped from each other. No wonder why it felt like your arm was easier to have.

‎ 

“This wasn’t here before!”

‎ 

Your eyes widened as you took the sight in. And for once, it looked organised.

‎ 

“Wait– when the hell did this happen?”

‎ 

“You didn’t notice this?!”

‎ 

You flushed and pulled away as Neon laughed. But since you were a simple tee, you couldn’t really cover up your arm.

Before she could somehow sneak in one more snarky remark about how unfocused you were, the door to the training range loudly slid open and caught both of your attention. Your eyes promptly darted to the entrance. The strong light from behind shone upon a silhouette that took you a moment to recognise.

But if the imposingly tall stature didn’t help with that, his voice surely did.

‎ 

“Excusez-moi, not to interrupt a pleasant conversation, but we have to leave.” <Excuse me,>

‎ 

Chamber called out, earning a sneer from Neon. One that you unfortunately didn’t see.

‎ 

“Leave? Wait, what time is it?”

‎ 

“One.”

‎ 

Your eyes widened. 

‎ 

“Crap. Okay, talk later Neon! Don’t forget to wait for me until I’m back!” 

‎ 

You quickly reloaded your Bulldog and rushed towards him. Neon excitedly waved as you moved through the doorway with the same grin on her face.

‎ 

“I’ll be waiting, break a leg out there!”

‎ 

She said, earning a nod before you disappeared down the hallways. With Yoru’s omamori in hand, you thought, you hoped it wouldn’t be your leg that would break.

You moved down the halls with Chamber by your side, inspecting your weapon one final time.

‎ 

“Man, time flew by so fast. It feels like I haven’t even trained. Also, am I late?”

‎ 

Chamber chuckled, his polite laughter echoing through the hall just as much as the clicks of his dress shoes did. You couldn't tell whether or not he was mad. But from the looks of things, he seemed... unamused.

‎ 

“Late enough for Brimstone to send me to get you. Was your phone off, by any chance?”

‎ 

Uh oh.Your face turned red. And immediately, you began fiddling with your bracelet. Crap, he mentioned your phone; did they send you a bunch of messages that you didn't see?!

‎ 

“Oh, sorry. I– I left my phone back in my room…” You awkwardly smiled, feeling a bit more embarrassed. “I’m making a terrible first impression on you, huh? Sorry about that…”

‎ 

“No need for an apology, A/N. I completely understand. It must be exciting, non? Your first mission with a team.”

‎ 

Chamber noted with a smile as he fixed his tie.

‎ 

“Ah, to be young, innocent, and on my first mission again.”

‎ 

You couldn't help but smile. His voice was calm. Just the stagnant tone of it could put you to sleep if he just spoke long enough. With everything else, there's no way he wasn’t one of the higher-ups, right?

‎ 

“So you’re Chamber, right? I heard you’re an expert. Does that mean they’ll bring you on the other side?”

‎ 

He shrugged and put both hands behind his back as he walked.

‎ 

“That is a contingency I cannot predict. Personally, I would hope otherwise.”

‎ 

“Why not? Fighting yourself sounds like fun. Speaking of, now I’m curious about how you are on the field.”

‎ 

“I admire your optimism. That being said, if I were you, A/N, I would stay far, far away from my double.”

‎ 

You paused to process what he said.

What did he mean by that? But just as you formed an answer to that question, Chamber stopped in his tracks, and only now did you notice that you had finally arrived at your destination. You stopped as well once you made your way through the doorway. It felt like the voices of your colleagues were drowned out during the conversation, for some reason.

‎ 

“Ah, here we are. Now, as I was saying, keep that attitude up, and I guarantee nothing less than an excellent performance from you.”

‎ 

He said with the same smile he had the entire conversation.

‎ 

“Best of luck to you.”

‎

And with that, Chamber took his leave and left you with your thoughts like nothing happened.

‎ 

“Thanks…”

You mumbled, before quickly looking around in order to distract yourself from what he just said. Luckily for you, however, you spotted Omen in the far right corner of the area, both his arms crossed as he listened to Sage ramble on about something.

Quickly, you made your way towards them.

❤ฺ·。

The place you've arrived at looked vastly different from the pictures you'd seen beforehand. But, to be fair, you looked at it for a picosecond before leaving for more, ahem, 'important' matters. Once the aircraft landed, you stepped out with the rest and prepared yourself for the sand that might enter your eyes, recalling which site you were supposed to be in.

But before any of you could actually move to where you needed to be, you immediately found Brimstone standing in front of all of you.

‎ 

"Alright, let's get one thing out of the way. How many of you read the brief?"

‎ 

You proudly lifted your hand.

‎ 

"I did!"

‎ 

"Me too."

‎ 

Yoru chimed in, and the both of you earned a nod before he turned to look at Omen and...

‎ 

"Phoenix, buddy, you're coming with me."

‎ 

The Englishman’s eyes widened.

‎ 

"Woah woah, why me? Why would you assume I haven't read it?"

‎ 

"Have you?"

‎ 

Brim asked with a raise of his brow, and Phoenix quickly let out an awkward chuckle whilst he scratched his head. Omen, unlike the two of you, minded his own business and proceeded to walk to his designated site.

‎ 

"Well, I didn't read read it, but I skimmed over it. Still counts, right?" 

‎ 

Brim walked off to A site right behind Omen, and Phoenix promptly followed behind.

‎ 

"That's still more progress than last time! Wait, Brim, just hear me out, fam! How come Raze never gets in trouble for it?"

‎ 

You giggled to yourself before moving to your site: B.

While you walked, you extended your arm and took in the sight all over again. Seeing the roots so organised felt like such a breath of fresh air. Not only that, but being able to feel it without it mimicking the sensation of being trapped in a deep maze of a forest.

A shade of deep blue caught your eye, and you lifted your chin to see Yoru standing next to the doorway with his Sheriff in hand. You hadn't noticed him walking off during the feud between Brim and Phoenix.

‎ 

"Testing out a new look?"

‎ 

You playfully rolled your eyes.

‎ 

"Mind you, this is your fault."

‎ 

"Tch. Then no wonder it looks good."

‎ 

There he was, the confident Yoru you knew and probably loved.

‎ 

"You're too confident for someone who got all red over a hug."

‎ 

Yoru chuckled. Just as you took another step forward, he spoke up once more.

‎ 

"You okay?"

‎ 

"Uh, yeah, of course I am. Why?"

‎ 

"Just asking..."

‎ 

This time, his tone was much more... you couldn't really put your finger on it. Despondent? You noticed his awkward stance. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes had this odd glimmer in them.

...

Oh.

‎ 

"Are you talking about the last mission?"

‎ 

"I didn't say anything."

‎ 

"I'm serious, Yoru. If I can't be ready now, then I'll never be."

‎ 

He shrugged and walked through the doorway to which you promptly followed from behind.

‎ 

"I know."

‎ 

His path was curt once he felt a tug at his sleeve, and he looked behind to see you gently holding his wrist.

‎ ‎ 

"Hey, dinner after?"

‎ 

Yoru stared at you for a few seconds and fought the blush that crept up on him. Then, he shook his head.

‎ 

"Save it for next week. I need to rejuvenate."

‎ 

"Rejuvenate?"

‎ 

"Introvert thing."

‎ 

A set of familiar beeping echoed from window. And it wasn't only a few seconds later until an explosion took its place, grabbing both of your attention. Definitely Raze. Even you knew that.

‎ 

"That's our queue. See you around."

‎ 

Before another word could be exchanged, Yoru tore the fabric open and disappeared into the ocean of blue he called a dimension. But you couldn't help but let your thoughts roam as you moved near the radianite crates stacked on top of each other.

Having been around Yoru enough to make him come out of his shell, you knew when he was uncomfortable or not. And he sounded like he held something back. Did you do something wrong? Was it the date earlier? Did you push things too far?!

You mumbled an 'ow' once you picked at your bracelet too hard, a ting of pain following the scratch. In order to distract yourself, the radio was muted and you hesitantly called out your situation.

‎ 

'Uh‎– Raze on B.'

‎ 

Enough anxiety, you had a mission to get to. Evident by the rapid footsteps that came from long. You immediately took position and held out your arm, lightly twisting each root until you found the right one to slow down their push. Since they were now untangled and you were calm, it was exceptionally easy to navigate the maze that used to be your arm. Not the scent, not the hand… You paused once you felt a peculiar one.

The bomb.

Just as you heard the footsteps switch from a sandy ground to a wooden one, a burst of sundew escaped your arm and immediately landed where they would have stepped if they didn't push themselves back.

The roots stuck themselves on the ground and prevented them from entering.

Perfect.

You held up your gun and diligently watched the angle in case they'd start to get bold.

'Any updates?'

‎ 

Brimstone asked over the radio. You were so focused that you'd completely tuned everything out, so you jumped once he spoke. Yoru unmuted.

‎ 

'They're not committing. Probably a distraction.'

‎ 

You were surprised at this. Despite the ruckus, he seemed confident in this assumption.

‎ 

'Good call. Then we're staying here. Think you can hold your own out there, kid?'

‎ 

'Yeah. We just need smokes.'

‎ 

The blast echoed on Yoru's side made you wince. Luckily for you, he muted and spared you the inevitable ringing in your ears. 

And it only took a few seconds before a purple mist emerged right where you were aiming, shielding you from the bullets that would promptly be fired. Combined with Yoru's call, you could now tell they were shooting at random.

‎ 

Some time had passed since that ‘attack’.

Despite what you thought was a hard push earlier, Yoru was ultimately right in the end and they'd aggressively pushed out on A, forcing Yoru to rotate. You, however, decided to go from behind. The distant gunfire took over your ears and unintentionally helped shield your footsteps as you moved. Then, it stopped and a heavy thud followed.

‎ 

"Yo, I got the spike!"

‎ 

Phoenix proudly called out over the radio. But before you could hear who responded to him, you immediately tuned it all out and focused in on the steps right around the corner. You were in bath, and there was clearly someone who wasn't paying attention to you. In the words of Neon, 'easy pick'. Or whatever she used to say.

Then, the sound of the teleporter went off and concealed you even further. Just as he took his final shot and stepped back to reload, you held out your arm and began twisting a specific set of roots to emit a strong scent. You knew you'd started to do something right once  he began to cough into his elbow. And with a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself to get your first kill.

You peeked and began shooting, refusing to let your finger off the trigger until the Bulldog ran out of bullets. And... you did it.

Gekko's dead.

‎ 

A huff escaped you once you took a step back, reloading with incredibly shaky hands. Your eyes were stuck on the omamori as you worked. You got your first kill.

The teleporter going off twice snapped you out of your trance, before the voice of Yoru took over your ear on the radio.

‎ 

"Who's in bath?"

‎ 

"It was me, I got the pick on Gekko."

‎ 

You said with a shaky yet excited voice. Now you started to understand why Neon spoke like that sometimes.

‎ 

"Finally got a kill? Nice one."

‎ 

You couldn't help but smile at this.

‎ 

"Chamber's stuck in hall with the spike. It's only us here. If we can draw him out, one of us can get an easy kill."

‎ 

You peeked to see the spike sitting right in front of the teleporter. And if you looked closely, you could see a golden glint reflected off of him. Probably the tattoos on his head. Yoru was backsite. With all of this in mind, a plan immediately popped up.

‎ 

"Stay there, I'll lure him out."

‎ 

"Got it."

‎ 

You stood near the doorway and already knew which root to aim for before you even lifted your arm. A shadow slowly emerged from above and blocked the glimmer. 

Then, the air stopped.

‎ 

Just as the building he was in buckled under its own weight, Chamber peeked, shot then disappeared into the teleporter with the spike. It took you a moment to look down on your hand and realise that there was a hole on your palm, blood slowly pooling around the wound and escaping.

‎ 

❤ฺ·。

‎ 

Everything felt like a blur at that point. Noises were drowned out, your mind drew blanks and your eyes were focused on only your hand.

Warmth slowly began to encircle your right shoulder. And like a virus, it began spreading in a line across the inside of your arm, red fluid continuously seeping out of the 'small' wound on your palm. It took what felt like a few minutes to comprehend the fact that he hit his shot almost perfectly. So perfectly, it went through your arm and tore your roots apart.

Then, you realised that the odd deafening noise around you had been reduced to a mere rumble. But once you looked up, the explanation was immediately provided. The exit was blocked by what seemed to be the building you ripped apart before he took his shot.

You couldn't move your right arm whatsoever.

‎ 

You felt a pull on your chin. And before you knew it, you were looking right at a familiar set of brown eyes.

‎ 

"Hey, hey, look at me, are you okay?"

‎ 

How did he get here... so fast?

‎ 

"Y‎– yeah, I'm good, I..."

‎ 

The centre of your right shoulder felt so heavy now, as if the bullet inside now began increasing in weight. You still haven't been able to comprehend the fact you were shot. Yoru, however, wasn't in a state of shock like you were.

‎ 

"We need to get you to Sage."

‎ 

"We have to run to B."

‎ 

You both said at the same time, and you earned a dirty look from him.

‎ 

"Yoru, It's fine. It doesn't hurt."

‎ 

"You're bleeding."

‎ 

"It's not important! Look, let's take care of the spike first, then we can get to my arm. The teleporter's just outside!"

‎ 

"We're not going‎–"

‎ 

"I'll be good, it's not like it hurts, anyway!"

‎‎  

Before he could get another word in, you immediately moved through the entrance from behind and walked as fast as you could towards the teleporter. Yoru followed from behind despite his ability to disappear into the rift. You weren't lying when you said it didn't hurt. But that, unfortunately, was before the adrenaline had worn off. And you hadn't realised such a fact.

‎ 

‎ 

Now that a moment had passed, with each step you took, it felt like you were exerting more and more energy just to get to your destination. You stopped just a few feet next to the would-be teleporter to catch your breath. What you hadn't noticed was that it was blocked by so much rubble, it was impossible to get through even if you wanted to.

You lifted a hand towards the wreckage and began sifting through the remains of roots you had to clear an entrance. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't locate any points for what you needed. It was as if the roots Chamber sliced stripped you away of your powers completely.

Yoru held your chin and noticed the tinge of blue that painted your lips. That wasn't to mention how deathly pale you were, even more than you naturally were.

‎ 

"You're losing too much blood."

‎ 

You weakly shoved his hand away.

‎ 

"Don't do that..."

‎ 

Yoru rolled his eyes. And since you forgot who you were dealing with, you were to pay the price. He slipped a hand under your legs and one behind your back, exploiting your weakened state to easily lift you in his arms.

‎ 

"Get‎– let me go!"

‎ 

You tried to push him away whilst he moved back, to no avail. And just moving your good arm left you exhausted. Combined with the sudden aching that overtook your right one, it felt like you were stabbing yourself from the inside over and over.So you rested your head on his shoulder and let him take you... 

...

Where was he going again...?

‎ 

"You, you wouldn't let anyone do this to you..."

‎ 

"I wouldn't have used my abilities out in the open‎–"

‎ 

He snapped back, before he caught himself and cleared his throat.

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"I'm... sorry. You're right, I wouldn't."

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Yoru sighed. Then, completely unprompted, he let out a whispered cuss under his breath.

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"I should've taken the chance when I had it."

‎ 

"Huh...?"

‎ 

"Nevermind."

‎ 

You felt the hot afternoon sun shine upon you once Yoru moved through the doorway, before he stopped out of nowhere. You took it upon yourself to lift your heavy eyelids and look at what was in front of you.

The wreckage from A went through the teleporter, enough to block the entrance to the fight. And it was as if Yoru knew what ran through your mind just by the way your foot twitched.

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"We'll be fine."

‎ 

You heard a bullet whizz by each of you from behind. Luckily, Yoru dodged it and immediately moved towards the rubble, allowing the walls to conceal you. He set you on the sand and took out his weapon.

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"I'll be back. Try to hold out until then, A/N."

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You quickly grabbed his sleeve.

‎ 

"Wait‎– don't, don't leave me here, let me help!"

‎ 

"I can't let you get hurt twice."

‎ 

"But Sage can bring me back, I can still‎–"

‎ 

Yoru got on one knee and held your shoulders.

‎ 

"I'm not letting you get hurt. Don't make me repeat myself."

‎ 

You stared at him for a few seconds. Despite your blurry vision and all of the noise from the fight deafening you, you could see the look in his eyes. His irises swam with vulnerability.

‎ 

"You're not giving up, huh...?"

‎ 

He stared at you and let the tense silence be your answer. But just as he went to stand up once more, you pulled him back and pressed your lips against his forehead.

‎ 

"I'm so lucky to have you."

‎ 

Yoru, stunned, simply blushed and weakly smiled.

‎ 

"I... could say the same thing."

‎ 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, before finally standing up and digging his hand through the rift.

You closed your eyes in order to gather all of the energy that you could. And judging by the constant ringing in your ear combined with the repetitive beeping, it sounded like the spike had been planted. You put your left hand on the nearby stack of crates, helping yourself up. The omamori on your Bulldog caught your eye, its green colour shining brilliantly against the dullness that surrounded you. It almost worked in pulling you out of your dizzy state.

Your eyes locked on the rubble whilst you caught your breath. There must be a way to get through this. But how? Your roots were sliced from within.

You held out your incredibly shaky arm towards the entrance and took a deep breath in an effort to calm down and outline exactly what remained. Scent couldn't be produced and you couldn't squash anything either. That left you with… You perked up once you noticed one single root that was still connected.

The bomb. The bomb was still there!

It wasn't much, but you had to get creative with it. You took a few steps back and leaned on the wall, aiming towards the rubble. Then, you shot.

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A burst of sundew immediately stuck to it like ducklings to their mother. You then rushed to grab it with both hands, and, despite the ever increasing pain, you pulled on it as hard as you could. The sundew refused to let go. In fact, it stuck to it even more, which pulled the rubble with it. And the more you struggled, the more it held on.

The next thing you knew, you were on the ground once you'd finally pulled out the massive brick the sundew was attached to. This set off a domino effect.

You grabbed the Bulldog and rushed behind cover as the wreckage began to tumble over. Sand upon sand covered the air and the noise from this move split your ears for what felt like minutes.

Then... silence. The dust had settled.

You weakly clutched your Bulldog and leaned on the wall whilst you walked to the now-clear entrance.

‎ 

The fight could be seen through the open window. And so could the spike, surrounded by fire and being defused by Phoenix. The rest were clearly holding off someone in garden alongside Yoru who was behind them. He was only halfway through, and there were only a few seconds before the bomb would go off, judging by the black aura and the unnatural impact it had on the area around it. Victory should be guaranteed...

But that was until you noticed Sova near the doorway who aimed his bow and arrow, ready to shoot a dart. One dart, stall them and that would give the bomb the time it needed to explode. They didn't see him. It seems like he didn't see you, either.

Before he let go, you took aim and immediately began shooting, the bullets rapidly digging through him. It took only one more for you to take his life.

The Englishman immediately met your gaze and said something with a wave of his hand, but his words fell on deaf ears since all you could hear was the pounding of your heart. You huffed and stood up, taking a few steps back to lean against a nearby wall. The Bulldog fell out of your grip, and the omamori's gentle green colour was defiled with the trail of blood that continuously seeped out of you.

Then, it all went dark.

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❤ฺ·。

‎ 

You awoke from your deep slumber with not only a raging headache, but with an arm so sore it felt like it was only one wrong more away from melting off of your shoulder. Almost completely driven by instinct, you immediately sat up and clutched your head, a gentle voice adjacent to you immediately reacting to such a move.

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"Oh, A/N, try not to move too fast–!"

‎ 

The pain set in just as Sage held your shoulders, and you mumbled an 'ow'. It felt like the blood inside your body was swirling and sloshing inside you as it got used to the sudden movement.

‎ 

"Ah, really...? I turned my back on you for one second..."

‎ 

"Sorry... First mission, and stuff."

‎ 

"Don't start with that, you did great! Two kills on your first mission is something to be proud about!"

‎ 

You ran your fingers through your hair and began gently rubbing your head, the ringing in your ear slowly dissipating. It took you a moment to comprehend what she said. But once she did, guilt quickly set in.

‎ 

"Thanks... Yo, I wasn't too bothersome to revive, was I?"

‎ 

"Revive? No, you didn't die, you didn't die at all! You've been out for two hours, you actually survived!" 

‎ 

You didn't believe her, despite the wide grin on her face. Probably trying to save you the embarrassment of dying on your first mission.

‎ 

"Totally..."

‎ 

"I'm not joking!" she smiled tenderly and clasped both hands together, "Ah, I– I know this sounds hard to believe, but you truly did."

‎ 

"Let me get this straight, you're saying Chamber tore all my roots and I survived?"

‎ 

"Not just your roots, A/N; he tore a few of your arteries as well and you still made it! It was miraculous!"

‎ 

She placed a finger on her chin once a new piece of information popped up.

‎ 

"Now that I think about it, theoretically, you should have passed out thirty seconds afterwards. Hypotension is no joke."

‎ 

You paused once you caught something from the corner of your eye. On a nearby counter right next to the sink was your trusty little Bulldog, the familiar omamori still tied to it. Unfortunately, it was soaked in blood. And you swore you could see that it was torn, as well.

Huh...

‎ 

"Really...? Maybe my luck's really turning over this time."

‎ 

"Possibly. On another note, if this happens again, I might have to put 'durable' in your files."

‎ 

She winked playfully.

‎ 

"Seriously? Wait, no, Brimstone might–"

‎ 

You heard two knocks before the door behind you swung open, revealing two very familiar silhouettes. Neon and Yoru solemnly stood near the doorway, a serious expression very unnatural for your Filipino friend to have.

But once she noticed that you were awake, her eyes glimmered with an abundance of joy.

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"A/N!"

‎ 

Uh oh.

Before you could prepare yourself, you were already pulled into a hug that put all the aching in your arm to shame. She hugged you even tighter (and knocked the air out of you for good measure) before finally pulling away.

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"A/N, you're alive!"

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"I'll... leave you three to talk. Erm, Neon?"

‎ 

"Huh?"

‎ 

"Brimstone?"

‎ 

"Wha– oh! Oh come on, she just woke up! Can't you tell him to give me a few minutes, at least?"

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Sage sheepishly smiled, both hands behind her back.

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"I'm sorry... This'll take just a few seconds, okay?"

‎ 

With a loud groan, Neon decided to follow the healer with an immense amount of reluctance. But you couldn't let her go without some reassurance.

‎ 

"I'll catch you later, Neon!"

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"I know you will!"

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The door slammed shut and they disappeared. You wanted to ask Yoru what that was all about; but you had a much better idea in mind.

‎ 

"I– I wanted to–"

‎ 

Just as Yoru looked back, he found himself pulled into another embrace. This one, however, didn't cause him immense pain.

‎ 

"Missed you."

‎ 

You mumbled. And to say Yoru was speechless would be a vast understatement. His mind drew blanks at such a sudden move, despite it not being the first time. And all he could really do in response was put one hand on your back.

‎ 

"You... Um, you had me worried back there, you know?"

‎ 

The words mindlessly escaped his mouth, but he didn't really do much to stop it.

‎ 

"Really?"

‎ 

"Yeah..."

‎ 

He quickly cleared his throat before he continued.

‎ 

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm impressed you got Sova. I don't know how you got through the rubble."

‎ 

You pulled away with an unamused expression.

‎ 

"I– I thought you died back there."

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"You need to expect more from me, dummy."

‎ 

He blushed and rolled his eyes.

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"I said don't take this the wrong way, 'dummy'."

‎ 

You glanced at the omamori on the counter behind him, but promptly looked back so that he wouldn't catch on.

‎ 

"So, uh, speaking of dying... Where do you get omamoris again? Shrines?"

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"Yeah."

‎ 

"Are you going there any time soon?"

‎ 

You tried to be discreet about it, but somehow, he still caught on and looked back to see what your eyes kept darting to. And he saw your weapon, the omamori you spoke of gently resting on top of it.

‎ 

"Huh, it's torn?"

‎ 

"Yeah."

‎ 

A meek smile forced itself on your lips as he walked towards the Bulldog and picked it up. Damp with your own coagulated blood, and torn open just as you thought.

‎ 

"Sorry about that."

‎ 

"What do you mean? It's a good thing."

‎ 

Despite scrutinising it, Yoru didn't sound as bothered as you did. In fact, he sounded pleased.

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"This means it did its job."

‎ 

You perked up at this, but you caught yourself before you did anything impulsive.

‎ 

"So... remember when you mentioned dinner?"

‎ 

"Totally. You said no."

‎ 

Yoru nervously cleared his throat.

‎ 

"Yeah, I, um, I remember. And I don't want to miss my chance this time."

‎ 

"Miss your chance?"

‎ 

"I don't like it when people get all up in my business. But you know what?" He pulled you close by the waist. "Maybe it's not so bad when you do it."

‎ 

You snickered.

‎ 

"You're just saying that because I almost died."

‎ 

A mischievous smile painted his previously callous features. No matter how much he tried, flirting just wasn't Yoru's thing. That much you could tell. But teasing definitely was.

‎ 

"Fine, guess I'll ask Sage to join me for the date I had in mind."

‎ 

The word 'date' immediately snatched your attention.

‎ 

"Wait. Okay, fine, let's hear it. What's the idea?"

‎ 

"Hanami's coming up and... I haven't celebrated with another person in a while. Wanna join me?"

‎ 

Hanami? That's right, it was the first of May; the trees must've bloomed already, and the celebration must've started. You beamed at this and completely disregarded your sore arm.

‎ 

"Is it just the two of us?"

‎ 

"Tch, yeah. I have a good spot booked and everything. There's this one old lady that sells the best dango, I'm thinking of going to her again this year. If, um, again, you don't have to, but–"

‎ 

You gently elbowed him with your good arm. Even then, he could barely feel the pain you intended him to feel.

‎ 

"Don't say that, yes I am. We're going. Where's the spot?"

‎ 

"Don't you need a minute to rest?"

‎ 

You proudly gestured to yourself.

‎ 

"I'm well rested. Don't I look like it?"

‎ 

Yoru stared at you for a few seconds.

You looked dishevelled. It was natural for someone who danced with death mere hours ago, but the confidence you radiated made it look like it was just the wind after a pleasant jog up a hill. He couldn't help but agree, and that was made obvious from the slight shimmer in his usually narrow eyes.

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"If you say so."

‎ 

You moved towards him.

‎ 

"So, where's the spot?"

‎ 

"Kitanomaru park–"

‎ 

The words were lodged in his throat once you took his hand in yours, pulling him out of the patient room and into the hallways. If you keep walking down this hallway, you'll eventually pass by someone who'll see you both like this. But he worked to convince himself that he didn't really mind...

You met his gaze with a warm smile, before pulling him close to you.

‎ 

"That sounds amazing."

‎ 

Just the thought of spending the day with Yoru on that river sounded like some kind of paradise only few would achieve. Fortunately, you were one of the 'few', and you were about to enjoy it as much as possible.

You knew what that day would entail, and you were ready for it.

#valorant #x reader #fanfiction #yoru x reader #valorant fanfiction #yoru #female reader #yoru x f reader #yoru x female reader #valorant yoru #valorant x reader #valorant yoru x reader #valorant yoru x f reader #valorant neon #valorant chamber #valorant sage #valorant sova

[huntingingoodwill]

good to me (e.m.)

masterlist

pairing: best friend! eddie munson x reader

desc: running through the rain with eddie and him just being sweet and going out of his way to spend time with and take care of you <3

Eddie!” His name dragged its way out your mouth, lilting upward chidingly. The hinges to the door screeched as you shoved it open, a gust of wind whipping your hair about as you stepped out of Hawkins High. “I told you not to wait up for me!” You scolded, ignoring the little rush of delight that coursed through your veins as you saw him, sitting idly on the curb. 

He jumped up, on his sneaker-clad feet almost comically quickly as he walked up to you, hands tucked coyly behind his back. 

“I wasn’t waiting for you.” He lied through his teeth, bared in an unassuming smile. “You can be so conceited.” He teased, reaching up to pinch your cheek. Your nose scrunched, feeling the coldness of his rings press against your jaw. 

“So, you were held back too?” You asked, before wincing at your phrasing. “No pun intended.” 

Though you’d been at Hawkins for a little over a month now, you had only just been called into the office, made to scribble and rifle through sheafs of administrative paperwork that they had failed to prepare for you during your initial enrollment. You had been forced to sit in that miserable beige room long after the final bell rang. 

“Mhm.” He hummed, lips pressed together tightly as his mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse. His fingers reached up to fiddle with a loose lock of your hair in an effort to distract you. “I had…um… stuff. I had stuff to do.” 

If by “stuff to do”, he meant sitting on the curb and staring at the sky, waiting for you even after the last car pulled out of the parking lot and the final lingering students had long since headed home, he definitely had “stuff to do”. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Stuff?”

“Stuff!” He repeated, voice pitching upward unconvincingly. “Hellfire stuff.” 

You nodded, humming, a playful smile spreading across your face. Lies, lies, lies. You didn’t believe a word, and he knew it, but couldn’t care less. He was too busy being lost in your smile, the same one that had snagged him, making him fall for you, hook line and sinker. 

He had met you on your first day, a little thrill thrumming in his heart as the teacher announced that the “new girl” would be sitting next to him. Playing it cool, he didn’t give you so much as a glance, twirling his ballpoint around his fingers, tracing the grooves that he’d carved into the table during many a boring lesson. He avoided looking at you, even as he heard the rustling of you settling down at the desk next to him. 

Casually, he dropped the pen onto his desk, a nudge of his finger causing it to roll off onto the floor. He’d pick it up, and as he did he’d look at you. If he caught your eye, he’d smile. Chill. Cool. Really casual. 

That backfired a little as you bent down to help pick it up at the same time as him, bashing your foreheads into each other. 

“Ow.” You had giggled, smiling as you rubbed your sore temple as he stared at you in awe, a little dizzy from looking at that smile of yours and from the head trauma. Love had literally hit him over the head. 

From that moment on, he followed you around like a lost puppy. “Just to show the new kid around, of course.” He told his friends, hiding his intentions to spend more time with you poorly as they gave each other doubtful looks. 

He even took to walking you home everyday. 

“Only if it’s convenient. I wouldn’t want you to have to walk out of the way.” You had said, eyebrows furrowing when he first offered to do so. 

“Of course it isn’t!” He had lied, your house being about a ten minute walk past the trailer park. 

He didn’t care. Those extra ten minutes felt like the highlight of his day. It was like a reprieve from the rest of the world, just the two of you. He’d replay your conversations the entire way back to his place, your laugh echoing in his mind, an uncontrollable, dumb grin on his face the whole walk. 

“May I walk you home?” He asked now, stretching his arm out in a gallant gesture. 

“You may.” You grinned. 

He reached out, taking your books from your hands. You reached out in protest, but he twisted away, holding them tight in his arms. 

“I can’t let you carry your own books.” He said, dark eyes widening in mock-horror. “Can’t let those pretty little arms of yours get tired.” 

“But Eddie…” You objected, arms darting out for the books once more, but he dodged them, jumping out of the way. 

“Christ.” You huffed. “Why are you so fast?” You grumbled. 

“You try that again and I’m running all the way to your house with these and you’ll have to chase me down to get them back!” He clutched the books to his chest like they were made of goal, his “threatening” expression unable to mask the laughter bubbling in his throat. 

“Is that a threat?” You asked.  

“Maybe.” He smiled. 

“Fine. Fine!” You conceded. “But this is the last time.” 

“You said that the last time!” He sang, turning on his heel and strolling, an extra bounce in his step, feeling triumphant after having won your little tiff. 

The two of you had only gotten a few steps down the sidewalk before you frowned, looking up at the sky. 

“Is it gonna rain?” You pondered. Eddie’s eyes followed yours, flickering to the blue expanse above you. 

“What? No way.”

“I swear I felt a drizzle-” 

“It’s not gonna rain. Trust me. I know these things.” He smirked at you self-assuredly. 

A huge boom of thunder punctuating his statement. 

The rain started out lightly, but began falling quicker and quicker, a precursor to how it’d start pouring buckets on the two of you any second now. 

Eddie swore, fumbling with the books in his hands as he nudged you ahead, the two of you quickening your pace. Pages fluttering in the wind, his hand wrapped around the spines of your notebooks, holding them beneath his jacket to shield them from the downpour. 

“Here.” He handed you his notebook, making you hold it above your head, shielding your hair from the rain. 

He laced his fingers with yours as he briskly led you down the street, but it was no use.

It was practically impossible to outrun the rain that was growing heavier so fast, the fat droplets of water falling in front of you in sheets, blurring your vision. 

The two of you broke into a run, shoes slamming against the wet pavement, water exploding around every step into a puddle you took. 

Eddie glanced around frantically. 

“I know a short-cut to my place!” He called out above the almost deafening noise of the raindrops, tugging you toward the lush woods, the trees standing tall around you. 

The two of you raced through the forest, the woods echoing with screams of laughter as the you ran, breathless. You dodged between trees, the worn soles of your shoes sliding across the moss, your heart pounding everytime you slipped, and everytime you realised how tightly Eddie was gripping onto your hand. 

Finally, you broke through the dense woods, weaving in between his neighbours’ trailers until you reached his. Fumbling with his keys, he swung open the door, holding his arm over you to shield you from the rain as he ushered you inside. 

He followed quickly behind you, slamming the door shut, the loud howl of the wind from outside suddenly muted in his safe, warm trailer. 

The two of you burst into laughter, the sound reverberating through the room. 

“You look like a wet dog!” You teased, reaching out to ruffle his hair, the long curls slick and with water. “What are they called again? Cocker spaniels?” You joked. 

He grinned devilishly, shaking the water out his hair. You squealed as the water droplets hit you, his hair whipping around him wildly. 

“You’re disgusting.” You laughed, punching him in the arm.

He smiled. “C’mon. Let’s go to my room, I’ll get you a towel.’”  

He led you into his room, your eyes travelling across the posters on the wall, his guitar, the mess. It was so, so, Eddie.  He swept aside the mess cluttering his desk before finally pulling his hand out of his jacket. Your books. He brandished them, and though a little damp, thanks to him tucking them beneath his jacket, they had remained mostly dry, safe from the rain. Still, he laid them out on his desk, beneath the window, so they’d dry when the sun came out and be completely good as new.  

He turned, heading into his bathroom to get you a towel. 

“Oh, Eddie…” Your heart sunk as you looked at the book he had made you shield yourself with. It was completely soaked. You frowned as you opened the it, peeling the wet pages apart to reveal drawings he’d done in class, elaborate sketches and doodles, some you’d even recognised as his tattoos, the sketches now permanently immortalised on his pale skin. The ink was bleeding, his art melting off the page. You felt the weight of his chin sink down onto your shoulder as he looked over it, looking at the pages of his notebook with you. “It’s ruined. I’m so sorry.” You whispered. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He said dismissively. He tossed the towel over your head, the soft cloth obscuring your vision for a moment as he ruffled your hair with it. You heard the sound of his footsteps as he went to plug in his hairdryer, handing it to you. “Dry your hair. You’ll catch a cold.” He said, before retreating back into his bathroom, clattering around as he found a towel for himself. 

As soon as he turned the corner, you pushed your own books aside, putting Eddie’s under the window. The machine whirred to life in your hands as you flicked the “on” button, tossing one last look over your shoulder to make sure Eddie wasn’t looking before directing the warm air at his notebook, drying each page carefully. 

“Hey!” He said as he reemerged, making you jump. “Now what did I tell you about catching a cold?” He scolded. 

You gripped the hairdryer, whipping around and aiming it at him like a pistol. 

“Don’t try to stop me, Munson.” You grinned.

“Or what?” He taunted. 

“Or… else!” 

He took a few, cautious steps toward you. Just before he could snatch it out of your hands, you turned it on, blowing the hot air into his face. He scrunched his face up, laughing as he flinched at the odd sensation.

“I warned you!” You sang, aiming it at his hair instead, running your fingers through the locks as you helped him dry it. 

“You know what would be really great right now?” You mumbled as he took the hairdryer from your hands, aiming the air in your face just long enough to make you squirm before redirecting it toward your hair. 

“What?” He muttered, eyebrows knit in concentration as he sweeped your damp hair out of your face. 

“A nap.” You sighed, your voice sounding sleepy, almost a little dreamy as his fingers combed through your hair. “There’s nothing more heavenly than taking a nap while it’s storming outside.” 

He clicked the hairdryer to a stop, looking at you almost a little shyly. His eyes struggled to meet yours, and it made you smile, how cute he was when he felt embarrassed. 

“Well, we could take a nap, if you want. Here.” He nodded toward his bed, the duvet looking so plush you were sure you’d want to sleep forever. 

You peered down at the two of you, your wet clothes still clinging to your bodies. “...Maybe we could change, first?”

“Oh! Yeah!” He exclaimed. Whipping around toward his closet,  flinging open the doors and rummaging through it for some clean, dry clothes to lend you. 

You grabbed his sneakers, the white leather now dark with mud. You propped it up against the wall next to yours, both of your shoes standing on their toes as you aimed his fan ath them, drying both your shoes. You grabbed his jacket, the leather soft in your hands and draped it across the back of his desk chair, wicking away the water that beaded on its surface. 

Finally, after slipping on some old clothes he had grown out of, the material worn and comfy with use, you crawled into bed, the warmth of it engulfing you. 

He followed suit, lying down a little stiffly until you sidled up closer to him, heat radiating off him reassuringly. You felt him relax, his muscles untensing as he leaned in closer to you.

“This is nice.” He hummed, the words vibrating with his chest. 

“I’m sorry about your notebook, Eds.” You whispered. 

“Oh, come on. It’s nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing.” You mumbled defiantly, your voice growing soft as you began to doze off. Your eyelids grew heavy, and they began to flutter shut. “You’re so good to me.” You sighed sleepily. “I don’t know why I haven’t asked you out, yet.” 

His eyes widened, heart thumping so hard in his chest he worried you’d be able to hear it with how close you were. 

He cleared his throat, blinking quickly as he racked his brains for a response, the weight of your words hanging in the air.  

“Would it… make a difference if I asked you, first?” He said hesitantly, voice faltering nervously. 

You nuzzled your face deeper into the crook of his arm. 

“I don’t think so.”

“Then…” He began, voice tinged with anxiety. “Will you go out with me?” 

“I don’t usually go out with liars.”

His eyes grew wide in confusion. 

“There is no way you weren’t waiting for me today. And your house is definitely out of the way from mine.” You grinned. “But, I’ll make an exception, this time.” 

“Thanks.” He smiled, relaxing into the mattress, lacing his fingers with yours. He reached it up to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckle. “Thanks a lot.”

He couldn’t stop smiling. Not even when his eyes closed, falling asleep next to you, arms wrapped around each other, the whir of the fan and the noise of raindrops pinging off the metal roof of his trailer lulling you both to sleep.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #st fanfic #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #st4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fic #stranger things #joseph quinn

[carolmunson]

past five. (slice of life, soft!eddie x badatfeelings!gf)

a/n: self serving. wanted to explore the dynamics of eddie being with someone who isn't very vulnerable. this is sort of shit, but whatever.

cw: 18+ minors dni, no smut but whatever, drinking, all around mention of feelings. not from a 'you' perspective. i literally don't even say the name 'eddie' in this fic lmao.

It was hard for him, months turning to years of 'look but don't touch'. She wasn't always like this, she used to ease into his touch, his hugs, the way he'd hold her at night. She would always put her hand in his when he reached for it. It was always when he wanted to do it the most that she just couldn't stand it. She'd recoil. She'd tense. Back arched in the reverse, like the stray cats fighting at night outside of Wayne's trailer. Sometimes he wondered when she'd start hissing.

He knew now, to go slow. She wasn't touchy anymore. Maybe it's something that changed over time. He savored the moments when she'd reach for him, when she finally felt vulnerable enough to let him hold her. She didn't like to be babied, but all he ever wanted to do was baby her. "Hey, you," he said softly, shutting the door to her apartment quietly behind him, "Bad day?"

"It's fine," she shook her head, opening in the cabinets in the kitchen. Two wine glasses make their way delicately to the counter in her hands. "Didn't sound fine when you called me," he tilted his head knowingly, putting a bottle of red and white wine on the small kitchen table. He took off his jacket, placing it neatly on one of the mismatched dining chairs she kept around the table. He remembered every yardsale he bought them from to surprise her.

"You feeling okay?" he asked and noticed her jaw tick. She hates that question. Of course she's not feeling okay, she wouldn't have begged him to come over if she was feeling okay.

"I'm great," she gave him a smile but her eyes betrayed her. She's not great. He fishes his swiss army knife out of his back pocket and flicks out the wine key with his thumb. "It's already chilled, baby," he mumbles while she reaches for the white. His own back muscles tensed at the action, she always assumed he didn't think ahead the way she did. She taught him how to think like that. He liked learning how to keep up with her.

"Oh," she pulled her hand back when she saw the condensation on the bottle. He opens both, red for him, white for her. Black and white. Sweet and sour. Dog and cat. Bat out of hell, bat who rules it. She might as well be the one in the leather jacket. She reached for the bottles again but he immediately swats her hand away, "Let me do it, please."

His voice isn't gentle. He stopped suggesting to help her a long time ago when he realized she was never going to let him. Now he just does it without asking. He moves her hands away. He pulls her away from something at the hips. He watches her struggle with his arms crossed until she gives in and lets him do it. She doesn't need kid gloves, but he likes that about her. He just wishes he knew where that came from.

"Can I have a kiss, first?" he asked when she reached for the now full glass of wine in his hand. She nods, leaning forward to press a peck to his lips. He wanted more, but it'll do. It's something. His finger toyed with the edging of the plastic wrap on the chicken on the counter, "I can make dinner, you should go relax." "I just took that out, it needs a little time," she sipped her wine while she spoke, "I'll just make dinner later."

He sighed. A deep one. She won't make dinner. She'll forget it's out here and then it'll go bad.

"What're you in the mood for?" he asked while putting the chicken in the freezer, "Chinese? Pizza?" "Indian," she murmured while she walked into the small living room, separated from the kitchen by a half wall. He searched for the menu to her favorite place in the junk drawer next to the fridge, both of their orders already circled and ready to go.

"No, no, you don't have to," she called out when he took the phone off the receiver in the kitchen.

"I want to," he smiled at her, "Let me get you what you want."

He orders, she feels anxious about it even though this is what she craves from him. He knows that. He knows that she'll just say it's because she doesn't like to not be in control. But he bets it's that she's nervous he'll think that she's needy. He wishes she was. He hung up the phone, grabbed his own glass of wine and met her in the living room.

He eyed her cautiously when he sat down next to her, waiting to see her shoulders raise, a shift in her body weight. Sometimes she’d just get up. Not skittish, but wanting to be alone without him leaving the room. He silently smiled when she stayed where she was.

“You look pretty,” he whispered, letting his finger run over her cable-knit sweatered shoulder, “Red always looks nice on you.”

“Thanks, honey,” she mumbled weakly, another sip of wine drowned the word.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, skating his fingers through her hair. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and he couldn’t hold back a blush. Always going slow, easing her into it, like taming a feral kitten.

“Not really,” she shook her head again, swallowing hard. Always no. Always not really.

“Okay,” he responded gently, his fingertips grazed her scalp again, “That’s okay. I’m here if you want to.”

“Can you keep doing that?”

“Doing what, baby?” he knew the answer, but he wanted to get her more comfortable with asking for what she needed.

“Playing with my hair,” she reached for his hand and he obliged her, running his fingers over her temple and back to the base of her neck.

“Why don’t you sit in front of me and I’ll play with it until the food comes,” he smiled while she moved between his legs on the ground. She always talks about how she loves when her niece plays ‘hair salon’ with her, even though she’s not the most gentle hair stylist — she’s only six, afterall.

He put his glass on the side table, fingers gliding from her hairline to her crown. Parting, un-parting, messy braids, scalp scratches. Her eyes were closed now, shoulders relaxed.

“You falling asleep on me?” he giggled.

“It’s just nice,” she murmured in reply. He leaned forward, tilting her head back to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you,” he said into her skin, “I’m sorry you had such a bad day, sweet heart.”

“Getting better,” she hummed, “A little.”

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#badatfeelings!gf

[celestiaxoxo]

hai i thought i’d send in an ask :3

you write for obey me so … Lucifer thoughts? i love him so much and its a bit difficult to req w/o knowing your style and preferences and stuff but thoughts on fangs on lucifer

hcs, a drabble ANYTHING just.. luci w fangs mhmm

—✧𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬!✧—

HIIII! AND OMG I PERSONALLY LOVE LUCIFER ♥︎ HE’S JUST SO MAGNIFICENT AND HIS LINES ARE JUST SKSNSJSN—BUT HIM WITH FANGS?!>>> I THINK HE WAS SHOWN WITH THEM DURING THE NIGHTBRINGER TRAILER WHICH JUST MAKES IT BETTER!

DISCLAIMER : OBEY ME! Does not belong to me and all rights goes to its rightful owner. (English is not my first language so pardon any grammar or spelling mistakes)

WARNINGS : None!

WORD COUNT : 1.07k

Lucifer’s fangs aren’t something that many notice on the first time meeting him—due to him mostly being in his human form where his demonic features are carefully hidden away from privy eyes. It wasn’t something that he even really minded, having gotten used to the more extravagant aspects of being a demon but it made it easier to shrink them in his human form when trying to appear less threatening when interacting to both humans and demons alike.

His fangs can be easily described elongated, pointed, and prominently visible, adding to his oppressing presence and emphasizing his status as a powerful demon, not that he really needed much support in that aspect at this point. And were usually spotted when he either gave a smirk that showed more teeth that would be considered friendly or the more chilling moments when Lucifer was seething with enough rage to cloud his mind to make bare his teeth threateningly whatever unfortunate fool was unlucky enough to encounter his wrath.

If only the extra intimidating factor could actually help him when dealing with his younger brothers.

However there was a noticeable difference between his fangs when he was in his more human-like form and demon form, it became more obvious once something or someone pushes his buttons enough for him to lose his temper and snap (it could even be compared to a predator getting ready to maul his meal by ripping it apart with his fangs)

That of course doesn’t mean that his fangs completely disappear in his human form, even in his less menacing form it is still blatantly obvious to outsiders that there was something inhuman about him which was supported by the fangs that rested in the upper and lower canine teeth area, extending beyond the normal length of average human teeth.

Once the exchange program started being put into action and the less than pleasant disagreement happened with his brother he had noticed that with the increasing frequency of incidents that revolved around the second human exchange student that seemed determined to put their life in danger, he had gotten around to shifting into his demonic more frequently and it was left to question if he noticed the odd fascination that they had with a particular feature of his.

When the second exchange student was first brought into Devildom they were too panicked to take notice of any mistake that may have been important and instead focused on figuring out how they had landed on hell out of all places—so it shouldn’t be a surprise that they had forgotten most faces that were introduced in five minutes. Of course that changed overtime when they were relocated to their new home.

Then the TSL competition incident happened and it was the first time they saw Lucifer in another light.

When the tables had quickly turned against them and were forced to come face to face with Leviathan who in his blind rage had attacked them, was when they felt true fear settle in their bones as their body tightly locked into place and refused to move like a deer in headlights. Then in the next blink of an eye everything seemed to stop when an oppressing feeling traveled across that seemed to momentarily stop their breathing in place—like shadows spreading wide open, their attention was immediately trapped by the sleek feathers that were spread in front of their eyes. And that day had been when they had first seen Lucifer’s demonic form appear to stop them from dying. Quite the memorable moment.

Once he finally turned to look in their direction was when the human noticed his fangs after he started talking and for some reason they couldn’t drag their eyes away from his lips every time he talked. It was fascinating in a different way his wings were, which was probably why it took three calls of their name for them to finally drag their attention away from Lucifer and to the worried questions that seemed to think that their silence was because they almost ended their subscription with life.

And maybe for the sake of the poor decency that the exchange student still had left it was better for the others to keep thinking that.

But of course that wasn’t the end of it, not anywhere near close. The exchange student couldn’t stop thinking about how Lucifer looked at that moment—especially his fangs. That night they almost forgot the original plan with how in shambles their mind had been after that incident. It was only thanks to Leviathan himself that they had remembered about the TSL soundtrack that they needed to be able to distract Lucifer.

The problem was that well—the only human in the house doubted that they could now have a normal civil conversation without looking like a fool for staring straight at his lips while trying to give him the TSL soundtrack.

Yeah! Nothing could possibly go wrong.

“Come in.” As soon as they heard that they contemplated simply turning around and walking the other way just to avoid making a fool out of themselves but eventually decided against it after they remembered how much they had to do just to get their hands on this soundtrack.

And just on cue their eyes immediately went to were Lucifer’s fangs had previously been only to immediately move their eyes away after they noticed the expectant gaze of the man who they had been ogling at resting on them, clearly waiting for them to spill the reason they were here in the first place.

But it was a little hard to do when they once again were left surprised to notice that even in his more ‘human’ form Lucifer still had a pair of sharp fangs that gave him a more memancing edge, which probably worked wonders when intimidating others.

Or distracting them, like right now. Which was working, it was definitely working. A little too well if the struggle that they were going through while trying to formulate words was anything to go by.

“Soundtracks, am I right?”

“What.”

Ten minutes later the unwilling exchange student slowly closed the door to Lucifer’s office and breathed deeply, now really contemplating if going up the attic was worth it. But still walking up the stairs in a resigned manner having already gone too far to back out now.

But even then there was a specific moment when they were having their conversation that was probably gonna be engraved in their memory for more time than it should be considered healthy.

‘When he smirked—his fangs looked very very good on him.’ They wouldn’t mind being a witness to such sight in the near future again that’s for sure.

EXTRA NOTE : Thank you for requesting I had a lot of fun writing this hcs even tho it slowly descended to Mc simping for Lucifer at the end! I hope this was to your liking.

#he’s so fine and for what? #I have not been the same since I noticed his fangs in the nightbringer trailer #obey me shall we date x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #shall we date lucifer #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #om lucifer x reader #🪼🫧 — written works!

[rings-of-power-realm]

RopWeek2023

Favourite Original Character

Arondir

When I saw the first proper trailer and got a glimpse of him with his bow, I suddenly felt overwhelmed because somehow I knew from that moment that the show would be phenomenal. Ismael had such a presence in that trailer that quelled any doubt in me (since I was worried beforehand about this show that it would not honour the Middle Earth I love) but it did.

He can do it all, from action to soft romantic scenes, to inspiring scenes of hope and the way he got Theo to trust and confide in him was beautiful.

Arondir represents all the things I admire about Tolkien characters. His strength and grace, his fierceness, his loyalty, his love his unwavering belief, the sadness that simmers below and his absolute selflessness and courage to do what is right.

I adore him and am loving watching his journey. It particulalrly means a lot since Ismael always wanted to play an elf and finally, his dream happened and he has knocked it outta the park.

Special mentions: I truly adore all the characters so wanna say how much I also love the Harfoots, their determination and fact they stick together is truly touching plus I love the friendship between Nori and Poppy and it broke me when they parted.

Bronwyn. Her strength and love is an inspiration.

Disa (my beloved Disa!) As soon as that gorgeous scottish accent rolled out and she beamed I fell in love with her she's incredible <3 Her relationship with Durin and Elrond is one of the highlights of the show and in her own right she is a wickedly entertaining and sunny presence who can also protray the sadder moments. You just feel her warmth in every scene.

The Stranger. What can I say but what a ride it was with him, even in the finale I was still like no don't be Sauron! His power coming through and when he realised he was good was so beautiful and the fact Nori never wavered in supporting him even when we were in doubt to his true nature. His eyes gave so much emotion. What an impactful beautiful character he is and I enjoyed his scenes immensely.

Halbrand. Charlie what an amazing actor. That charm and quick wit but with those chilling undercurrents and moments where you saw that darkness were really powerful. He got under Galadriel's skin, the manipulation was sublime and real. Don't they say that the devil would disguise himself as a handsome man? Truly incredible and when it was unravelling towards the end and his anger came to the forefront (though we had glimpsed it terrifyingly before) I was blown away by the change and the delivery, when you knew for certain who he was, its absolutely chilling.

#ropweek2023 #arondir #disa #the stranger #halbrand #harfoots #nori and poppy

[leyisgae]

IVE LITERALLY RISEN FROM THE DEAD LIKE PALPATINE IN HE SEQUELS.

The trailer single handedly gave me the chills.

So let's analyze things, shall we?

First off,

We're already back baby!!

I love seeing the crew in action. Though they look so tired and glum compared to the 1st and 2nd season and I'm excited to see some feral dad hunter moments.

PHEE MY LOVELY WOMAN. she's driving the marauder♡♡

I'm living for more of her character and I hope they flesh her out more than she was in the 2nd season.

They look so sad.

BUT REX IS WEARING THE CLONE WAR ARMOR CONTRSST TO THE 2ND SEASON.

This means he's serious about saving the clones, and I'm honestly loving for the close teamwork between the batch and rex♡♡

They showed this shot while talking about killing the clones and its so fucked up. This shot is just beautifully done to me.

DUDEEEEE PLEASE THEY LOOK DO EXHAUSTED AND SAD AND THEY NEED HUGS.

I HOPE WE GET MORE MOMENTS BETWEEN THEM MAYBE A HUG OMGGGG

I'm like realllyyyy curious about her involvement and storyline as a whole. Because HOW WERE U MADE TF?? They better not blue ball me or give me some wack ass answers.

This is like genuinely terrifying. He has so much power over everything dude.

CROSSHAIR DUPEEEE WHO ARE YOU???

PT 2 BECAUSE IM NOT DONE!!

#the bad batch #tbb #spoilers #sobs and cries

[theocddiaries]

"Nobody should have to give up their voices to be heard."

I know this is not my typical themed-post, but hear me out, Ariel was so important to me growing up and still is to this day. I was so disappointed for each thing that came out for the new movie, I wasn't sure if I wanted to watch it just to get angry.... but.....

Just saw the little mermaid and, against all odds, I liked it. The trailers didn't sell the movie for me and I admit I only watched out of curiosity bc I needed to get my mind off of some things.

Halle made me fall in love with Ariel's character all over again. The movie has flaws that really bothered me, but I am surprised a live action has made me feelt he same connection to a character that made me feel so understood and seen when I was little. Halle's Ariel reminded me of the Ariel from the animated series, which showed a lot more of character to Ariel and made her my absolute favorite Disney Princess.

Overall, I am glad this version finally made some people see Ariel for who she always was: a fierce, loyal, open-minded, intelligent and capable woman with big dreams, caged in a world that for others and her peers might be enough and so magical (even for Eric!) but for her, it restrained her because she always felt like she didn't belong. The fact that they had to spell out the whole 'Nobody has to give up her voice to feel heard', I hope it resonated with future generations whenever they watch this new version or the animated one.

I think the movie came out when I needed it the most, and I am so glad it shut me up with her good, or even better, portrayal of Ariel. I swear, she and Eric are the main reason why I wanna rewatch it once it comes out in good quality.

*SPOILERS!!!!*

The scene when she swims up and finally, for the very first time, goes out to the surface.... Chills. And the facial expression Ariel made right before, it resonated with me so much. She's like: I am sick of 'you can't', 'you shouldn't', 'that's not for you', 'get over this stupid, senseless phase', and she swims so fast yet so unsure, but still does it.

It also picked my attention that when Ursula is trying to convice her to make a deal with her, Ariel doesn't mention her father or sisters, unlike the animated version. In this, she knows she shouldn't do this. She knows it is fishy (heh) but still does it bc Ursula uses how she was belittled her whole life to help her made a rushed/angered decision with fatal consequences.

I was so saddened by this version of Triton, though, it feltk like he was so plain and not layered enough. Just portrayed as this 'angry, very controlling parental figure that doesn't listen to his daughter', for moments, I doubted he loved Ariel at all... Maybe because she reminds him of his late wife so much and it's painful? Even Ariel seems quite surprised that her own dad gave his life for her. Sure they still are on good terms in the end, but I felt the animated version was a bit deeper and complicated than this. Still, I kinda like it? For personal reasons I won't get into, Triton and Ariel's relationship (animated) always reminded me of my own father and me. And this version.... kind of does, too, sadly. It just made me empathise with Ariel a whole lot more, how she was forced on some mentality she deemed very generalized and unfair.

I'm sorry for the rant, Ariel and her story is so special to me, and this movie... I felt like it came out in the right moment for me.

#the little mermaid #little mermaid #ariel #triton #eric #the little mermaid live action #little mermaid 2023 #rant #kind of vent? #i was so wrong about this movie #and i'm glad i was

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Behind the Trailer

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Summary: One afternoon, you go visit your boyfriend, Jensen on the set of The Boys. But when you're there, you can't help but flirt with a certain New Zealander actor. What happens next is you and Jensen behind his trailer, him teaching you who you belong to.

Pairing: Jensen x F!reader / Karl Urban x F!Reader (implied)

Word Count: 1957

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, public sex, outdoor sex, p in v, unprotected sex, voyeurism, teasing, dirty talking, rough sex, implied cockhold

A/n: I haven't written in a while, so in the meantime, here's a little sexy thing I wrote! 

PS: I had no idea what gif to put on this fic, so here have more of him.

Feedbacks are super welcomed!

The set crew had to be looking for him everywhere by now. 

His break was over… Like… 20 minutes ago.

Since he had several scenes to shoot before the end of the day, when you went to see him to surprise him, he was still dressed as Soldier Boy. The costume that you loved so fucking much on him. Not only did the green look good on him… Everything was so tight. Tightened at the legs, molding his muscles newly acquired for his role, not at all hiding the bump you saw the moment you started walking towards the cafeteria to grab some food for lunch. Walking in front of him with a happy gait and a short dress.

Both on purpose.

Just like you turned your head, smiling brightly at him, to see his reaction.

Obviously, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding under the table and resting on his thigh the moment you sat down with him. The muscle had hardened under your touch, waiting for your next move, expecting anything. And when you raised your hand higher to place it on the bulge that had attracted your attention, a small clearing of throat sounded on your right. But you hadn't flinched in any way and continued your conversation with Karl and Jack about the scenes they'd planned for the afternoon. You weren't supposed to know, but they loved giving you little clues here and there about what they were up to.

"You think you’re smart, hm?"

Cold wall in front of you. The mass of heat and muscles was pinning you against it, pressing hard against your back.

Jensen had taken you behind his trailer so no one could see you. It was a good blind spot, some trees and bushes were hiding the view of both sides, the fence hiding the back. 

It was the perfect place to do things and not be seen. You were completely invisible.

But it did nothing to drown the sounds.

A hand squeezed your throat as a warm breath blew against your ear.

“Teasing me like that in front of everyone?”

The bulge against your butt was so hard and imposing, you couldn't hold back the moan of surprise and anticipation that escaped your lips. Jensen let out a long groan as he started grinding against you, his hand squeezing your throat just enough, yet not quite like you liked it. The air was still coming in, the pain was minimal, you wanted more, you needed more. Raising your hand, you rested it on his and urged him to squeeze harder.

“You're a fucking slut, you know that? Fucking brat,” you could hear him undo his pants with his free hand and next moment, your panties were tossed to the side and he was sliding inside of you in a quick and rough thrust.

He was probably expecting you to make a noise, because his hand that wasn't encircling your throat pressed immediately against your mouth. And his next words were whispered against your ear. His husky voice sent chills all over your body, and when he gave another thrust, you could feel him now buried inside you to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back as he tightened his grip on your throat.

Just like you fucking liked.

“Teasing me like that to get attention? First, you come here,” Jensen groaned as he pulled out only to better thrust back in. A shrill sound left your mouth, but his hand grabbed it and buried it in silence. “Dressed like this,” he was referring to the short summer dress you chose to wear. Purple, it had small blue and yellow flowers and a small bow at the top of the semi-plunging neckline. “You flirt with Karl like a fucking slut,” he stated and you tried to deny it, quickly, maybe too quickly, because he snapped his lenght rough enough to silence you. You moaned again, loudly enough to hear your voice through his wide hand. “Don’t lie to me…  I saw you… How you were sitting… looking at him like a slut, showing your chest… You’re not talking to him like you’re talking to anyone else,” he continued, thrusting out and in and out of you at every thing he was uttering. Your legs started to shake so much the pleasure was out of control, and you could feel your juices flowing between your thighs, where you were connected to him. “And then, you touch me under the table? Hm? What do you think brats like you deserve? What do you think whores like you deserve?”

Burying himself as deep as possible, Jensen pulled his hand from your mouth and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. “I asked you a question.”

“Punishment,” you answered between two harsh breaths. “I deserve… Punishement,” you closed your eyes, fighting the urge to fuck back on his length, fighting the urge to scream and moan and beg for more. You needed it so bad, so bad it hurt.

“That’s right.” Wandering over your body, Jensen's fingers explored all the visible skin your dress gave him. He stroked your bare thighs, settled close to your ass at the limit of where his pelvis was resting and climbed up under your dress to grab one of your breasts. “Not even wearing a bra. Like you were asking for me to fuck you…” He groaned and pinched your nipple. It was a close one, this time the sound almost slipped through. “Oh no, don't think I'm putting my hand back on your mouth sweetheart, you wanted this…” You could feel it oh so very well, his length slipping out of you, brushing your insides, everywhere, burning, it was so hot… “You're keeping quiet.”

His hips snapped back inside of you roughly, making you lose balance for a while. You caught up on the wall of his trailer, trying so hard to not make a noise you ended up tasting metal filling your mouth. You bit your lip too hard.

Jensen fucked you fast and deep, right there, behind his trailer, where anyone could see you if they walked close enough. If they heard you. Like he really didn’t care, your boyfriend growled as he snapped his hips faster, and this time, you couldn’t help it, a moan escaped. Then another. Then, it didn’t matter to stay quiet.

It felt so good. It felt so good, him using you, fucking you, punishing you for being the brat that you were. Jensen’s cock touched every single spot that made you see stars, but it was when his hand lowered down to your back, bending you forward more on the wall, that he could reach the spot that made you cry out. The spot he knew by heart. His favorite spot he then kept on pistoning.

“That’s it, good girl, taking me so well… Not very silent hm, well, that’s something we’ll have to work on. You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can’t feel you twitch around me…”

Indeed, he was right. Jensen really did know you by heart, knew your whole body on the tip of his fingers. He owned you, after all. His sweet little pet he loved to fuck whenever and wherever he wanted. And oh God did you want it too.

“Yes… Yes!” You moaned, turning your head to the side to lay your cheek on the cold wall. Skin burning up, body burning up, core burning up, you were so fucking close-

That’s when you saw him.

Standing a couple of meters away, barely hidden through the bushes and trees.

Dark eyes were settling on you, and you only. Hypnotized would be a better world. His Hawaiian shirt was pink, so flashy amongst the green of the surroundings, you wondered why you didn’t notice him there before.

It was seeing Karl watching you getting fucked by Jensen that drove you to the edge. Fingers bent on the wall, you helplessly tried to get a hold of something. Your legs were shaking so much, Jensen had to use both hands to keep you up. Warmth pressed on your back, sweaty, burning, as he rammed even deeper inside of you.

It builded up, and up, and up, eyes half close, you kept on staring at him as your climax got stronger, your voice got higher and then it exploded. White danced before your eyes, beautiful ecstasy of pure pleasure as the orgasm washed over you.

“Fuuuucking good girl… Feels so good, sweet little pussy… so wet and warm…”

You could hear Jensen praise you. Feel him give a couple of more rough thrusts in you that stuck you even more to the wall. You could hear him groaning as he spilled inside of you, you could feel his hands squeezing your flesh, leaving his imprints on your person. It would bruise, that’s for sure

You could hear and feel all that.

But all of your attention was on him watching.

“Fucking hell, you were right, she does have that kind of dirty mind.”

It was one of those orgasms with the aftermath of a warm blanket. Head fuzzy like cotton and body soft like a tissue. The only reason you were still standing up was because Jensen was still buried deep inside of you. 

So it took you a few seconds to remember where you were, who was with you and… What Jensen said.

“Told ya mate. Your girl had that glint in her eyes I rarely see in people. She’s a naughty one.”

Your head was still turned to the side, so you could see him walk closer. And closer. Until he was right next to you.

A smirk was stretching his lips, dark eyes now shamelessly roaming your body. For a moment you were sure you had Billy Butcher in front of you. “Karl…” It came out like a beg, like a moan, like a whore asking for more.

“What is it, luv?”

Jensen pulled out of you, and you struggled to stay up to finally fall on the ground. Your boyfriend didn’t really let you fall on your knees, he helped you settle down in front of him. His co-star. Karl Urban.

“She’s been such a brat today,” you could hear Jensen zipping up his pants. “But in the end, she was so good…” His big hand patted your head, and you looked up at him with big, surprised eyes.

It wasn’t a secret how you felt about Karl Urban. You were kind of a long suffering Lord of the Rings fan, and when you learned your boyfriend would be playing with him in The Boys, you were a bit too over excited and overjoyed to meet him. It was the first time Jensen got very jealous, and you felt that one for days. But to think he would actually let that happen? You questioned him again with your eyes, still unsure, asking permission, asking if it wasn’t perhaps a dream.

“They’re waiting for you on set for your scenes,” Karl murmured, his eyes not leaving you. But you didn’t dare look at him, not until you had Jensen’s permission.

“Perfect.” A big, loving smile stretched his lips. “I’ll be right back when I’m done. Take care of her.”

Like that, Jensen walked away.

That was your permission.

Turning your head, you looked at him. The moment your eyes met his, you drowned in his gaze. You literally got lost in his pupils, lost in all the lust bathing in there.

“I think we better be heading inside, luv,” Karl smiled at you as he helped you get up. Your skin burnt at the place he was touching. “Because I promise, you won’t be able to stay quiet.”

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Tell Me a Secret | Ch. 3 Torn Brown Couch

Tutor!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie finally takes the tutoring sessions beyond the school's grounds, reluctantly agreeing to tutor you at his trailer.

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pt. 3 of 7 | Masterlist

A/n: here's part 3! i'm hoping to update this once a week!

October brought in a new chill of cold weather and a dreaded fear of midterms. Sure, you'd always have the pre-test nerves that made you spend countless hours in the library, but this was way worse. Being on the verge of failing a class would do that to a person, but then Eddie completely shattered your spirit with a monotone voice. "We have to cancel our session tonight." 

Your head jolted upward, dry eyes adjusting to see more than the twelve-inch font of your textbook. Your death grip on your styrofoam cup threatened to have blistering hot coffee spill all over the bench. "You can't be serious! Eddie!" You shrieked. 

He wanted to chuckle at your shallow breathing and how you looked at him with wide eyes. "Y/N," he spoke, trying to conceal the chuckle. 

"Oh my God! I'm having heart palpitations!" You panted, placing your heart over your chest. 

Eddie took another hit off his joint, trying again to hold in the laughter.  “Let’s go, princess. You’re gonna make me late for the class I don’t want to go to.” 

You raced to pack your belongings, the conversation was far from ending! You followed Eddie all the way to the front doors of the school complaining and pleading. “Midterms! Eddie, I need all the help I can get. We can’t cancel…why are we canceling?” 

Eddie stopped in front of the doors, “I have a thing tonight,” he answered vaguely. You huffed and reached for the icy door knob, only to have your hand slapped away by him so he could open the door for you and allow you to enter before him. 

You gave him a small and pouty thanks before continuing with your rant. “What about right after school?” you asked. 

“Make-up test. That’s your fault, by the way, I was ok with failing that one.” He looked to the ground to ignore the surprised eyes that lingered on him. “After?” 

“I have a council meeting.” 

Eddie grumbled and shook his head disapprovingly. “I don't think it’s gonna work out, sweetheart.” 

Reaching Eddie’s classroom, you leaned on the doorframe and crossed your arms. You were running out of options. Now could you accept your fate and wait till later in the week? Of course, but you started to grow fond of the routine you had with the metalhead. You were becoming attached, falling harder and harder for him with each session. Flattery, you thought, he loves flattery. “I can’t do this without you,” you pouted, turning on the charm, “you’re the best tutor I’ve ever had.” 

Eddie narrowed his eyes. Dammit you got him. For a moment he couldn’t believe he was doing this. “Come by my place at six. I’ll give you the address later. You’re lucky that shit works on me, Y/N.” I can’t say no to you. 

You grin and reach out to squeeze his bicep, “I know,” you giggled, “that’s why I did it. I’ll see you at lunch.” 

God, he couldn’t believe he did that. His trailer was meant for drug deals and his uncle's friends who came over to play poker on their days off. It wasn’t meant for the object of his desire, a shiny diamond didn’t belong in the pig pen he lived in. He panicked all day, and even now standing in the middle of the living room osbserving the state of the trailer. 

Eddie paced back and forth debating if it was even worth the cleaning. It actually looked decent this week, with only a few things on the floor, the table and counter mostly cleaned up, and his bong put away properly in his closet. In the back of his mind he knew you wouldn’t judge him, but that voice in his head screamed louder than most. He was about to grab a trash bag when the door knocked. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. 

Opening the door, you stood on the porch with a bright smile. “Hi, Eds,” you greeted breathlessly, breath visible in the cold air. 

“Hi, princess. Come in before I change my mind.” 

His place was charming in your mind, even the torn brown couch on the front porch. “Thank you for doing this,” you told him. 

Your nose crinkled at the overwhelming smell of weed and was that coffee? You sniffed again and looked at the dark surroundings. “Sorry about the mess. The maid took the month off,” he called from his bedroom. 

You giggled and walked into the kitchen, your eyes scanning the obscene amount of coffee mugs lined up in a neat row on the wall. There was one in the middle that didn’t fit in, squinting and stepping closer a smile broke out on your face. It was a stark white cup, hand-painted with ‘world’s greatest uncle’ on the front probably done by a really young Eddie. “It’s ok,” you called back a moment later, “ours did too!” 

Eddie waltzed back into the room, his gaze immediately pinned to you looking around his place. For a moment he wasn’t sure if you were joking or not. If you had told him you had a valet and a butler he would undeniably believe you. Surprisingly he felt calm that you were here, he took a deep breath allowing himself to take in the moment of having you smiling in his trailer. “Tell me a secret,” he told you. 

Turning to look at him, you rolled your eyes. “Is this going to be our thing?” you question him with a lighthearted chuckle in your voice. 

Eddie gave you a crooked smile and plopped onto the couch, quickly taking a hit off his joint. “Everyone has a gimmick, this might as well be ours, princess.” 

“Fine,” you gave in and made your way over to the couch, sitting close by. “I don’t really have a maid.” 

“Coulda fooled me,” he remarked, half-joking. 

You scoffed. “Where do you think I live, Eds?” 

“A palace high above the clouds. With a moat and crocodile. Fairy godmother?” 

You reached across his body and snatched the blunt out of his fingers, tossing it onto the table. “I think you’ve smoked too much today,” you told him matter-of-factly. “Tell me a secret.” You took out your math book and placed it in his hands while he handed you his notes which were much neater than last time you noticed.

Cracking open the book, he grimaced at your half done worksheet. “I don’t have a maid either.” 

The bashful smile on his face made you chuckle, resting your head on the surprisingly comfortable couch. “Do you just leave it to your parents?” you grinned. 

His face ever so slightly and ducked his head further from your gaze, long brown hair falling like a shield in front of his face. “It’s just me and my uncle. He works nights at the plant and I just don’t wanna.” 

“Shit,” you cursed. “I didn’t know.” 

He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood in the sullen room. He looked up and pushed your knee with his hand. “It’s alright, princess. I’m unharmed,” he hummed. “Now let’s work on the graphs.” 

Instantly you let out a deep sigh, throwing your head back. “Ok,” you grunted, dramatically letting yourself fall forward. “I hate these so much.” 

After a long while, Eddie took note of how quickly you were growing frustrated, even though he was trying to break it down the best he could. Of course, in his mind this was an easy concept and he could do them all day. His grip tightened on his cracked pencil, doing his best not to let his own frustration grow as you told him another wrong answer. “Y/N,” he said, forcing down the annoyance, “y is the one that goes up and down and x is…” he paused for your response, brown eyes opening wider. 

“Side to side.” 

There we go. Hopefully throwing you an easy question would rebuild your sunken confidence. “Good, good gi-” he coughed at the sudden realization of the praise spilling from his lips, stopping himself. “Now, what do we need to find the slope?” 

You looked at the paper, all the numbers and graphs were blurring together. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, why couldn’t you grasp a simple fucking concept. Why was Eddie spending his time like this? You should have just canceled and taken the hit to your slowly rising grade. “The points,” you answered, unsure of your answer. 

The smile on his face told you it was correct and you were able to breathe just a little more. “Now?” 

“Multiply them?” 

“Try again.” 

The final band that was keeping your brain together had snapped. Narrowing your eyebrows, your eyes had already become red from staring at your books. There was a small crack, then a bigger one and your pencil crumpled in your hand. “I can’t fucking get it!” you shouted abruptly, forcefully throwing the pencil onto the table before burying your head in your hands, your fingers pressing roughly into your closed eyes. “I feel like a fucking five year old! I’m so fucking sure freshmen know this better than me. How the fuck did I make it this far?” 

Eddie sat up straight and slowly placed the textbook on the table, not wanting to disturb you. He knew that feeling, the anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach, frustration behind tired eyes and the angry unsure voice in your head. He got up from his seat and walked to the other side of the table where the pencil had rolled off onto the floor. 

You had your moment and finally looked up to see Eddie holding out your pencil. “Let’s take a break, and try again,” his voice was low and reminded you of honey with how smooth the words came out. He wasn’t angry, or hurt when you examined his face. 

All you did was nod and he smiled in response, wordlessly making his way to the refrigerator. You followed him with your stare while he pulled out two beers. You were almost too ashamed at your behavior to give him a response when he asked if you drank. “I’ve been to parties, Munson,” you answered quietly after a while. 

“Let’s go outside.” 

You followed him like a scared puppy out the door, sitting all the way on the other side of the couch out of embarrassment. You never lost your cool, not even when you had a heated argument with your family or some nerd from another school on the debate team. Sheepishly you watched Eddie open his beer and take a long sip out of the can. Why wasn’t he getting mad and telling you he couldn’t do this anymore? “You good?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the bare trees outside the trailer park. 

“I’m sorry I lost it. I don’t—react like that. Ever,” you answered before chugging the liquid courage. 

There was another silence that blew in with a rush of cold fall air. Eddie’s hair blew so beautifully in the wind, you were even granted a glimpse of his forehead as the wind pushed back his bangs. “You should really try weed,” he joked, looking over at you. “Sometimes you just lose it. It happens. All the pressure of being perfect or whatever.” 

“I always have to try harder than everyone. Nothing comes easy… I know it doesn’t look that way.” 

At the same time, you two turned towards each other. You put your arm above the clean slice in the thick fabric, while the metalhead drew one of his legs to his chest so he could rest his chin. 

Eddie smirked and took another drink. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart.” 

A cheerful giggle escaped your now smiling lips. It was the type of smile that made Eddie’s heart flutter. “Thank you for putting up with me, Eddie. I was honest when I said I couldn’t do this without you.” 

“I am amazing, I will admit. Tell me something…” 

You leaned in a little closer. “Hm?” 

“How do you find the slope?” 

That smile instantly went away. You swirled your can to check how much beer you had left; enough for one last swig to get you through this. After taking the last drink, you wiped the corner of your mouth with the side of your hand. “Subtract the points then divide?” 

Eddie looked at his watch and then back at you. “There you go,” he chuckled, standing up with a small groaning stretch. “Go home, back to your palace.” 

You stood up after him and smiled at yourself, suddenly feeling silly at your outburst. “You know you never told me what you were doing tonight,” you stated as you walked back into the warm trailer, watching Eddie disappear into his room. 

Biting your lip, you questioned if you should keep following him. His room probably was an extension of himself, or maybe the rumors were true and it looked like a dungeon. There was only one way to find out, so you followed further into the rabbit hole. 

It looked just like what you pictured in your mind; band posters taped to the wall, cigarettes discarded in the ashtray on his messy dresser. A heat rose to your face once you spotted the small thing of condoms, your eyes darted away to look at the various skull posters. 

 Eddie had his head in the chaotic mess of his closet, strong arms digging through his clothes and completely unaware you spotted his prized possession; his electric guitar hanging on the wall. It didn’t surprise you that it was the cleanest thing in the room, cocking your head, you walked over to see all the little details. Oh to be that guitar, having his fingers running along its surface. 

His voice brought you out of your fantasy, “You’re not scared to be in here?” he chucked, “I might sacrifice you to Satan.” 

You turned to see him opening his heavily stickered guitar case on his stained mattress. “I’ve never been afraid of you.”

Eddie smiled, “Hand me my girl, please.” 

Your lips hung open, the heat only growing hotter. It took you a minute for you to realize he was talking about his guitar and not you. Nodding, you grab onto the heavy instrument and took it off the wall. “My brother taught me a cord,” you told him happily.  

Eddie’s dark brows rose in shock, he pegged you for the classical instrument type of girl. “Oh yeah?” 

You nodded and took a seat on his bed, placing the guitar in your lap and mumbled to yourself as you put your fingers in the right position. He crossed his arms and smiled fondly as you strummed the guitar, “It would sound better if it was plugged in,” you said shyly. 

The man looked down at you, a lovesick smile plastered unabashedly on his face. He was good at hiding the smiles and loving stares, but now that you were smiling and sitting on his bed with his guitar in your lap, completely unashamed to be in his bedroom after being so open and vulnerable with him. Something shot him in the heart, a blazing fire coursing through his veins. Eddie Munson had just fallen in love. 

Everything felt like a blur as he took his guitar and placed it lovingly in its case. He silently picked it up and started to walk out of the room. Perhaps it was the aftershocks of his realization that possessed him to turn back around. You instantly stood up and brushed off your jeans. “What are you doing after this?” he asked almost timidly. 

“Probably going to work on a speech for next week,” you answered. 

“My bands playing at the hideout-” 

“You’re in a band! I’m not surprised with all the leather and band stickers.” 

“Do you want to come? We can come back and get your car,” he offered, not letting you finish. 

You stilled before smiling wide, continuing to follow him like a shadow into the living room. “Yes! I- yes,” you breathed, “totally beats homework.” 

It took everything in Eddie not to reach out and hold your hand. Instead, he had a death grip on the handle, the other opening the door for you. 

“We should go… can’t leave the crowd of five drunks waiting.”

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Chapter 10: I wanna know her

The night’s campaign was a gory display one of the most eventful nights they’ve had in a long time. The nights been wrapped up & the boys all sit around the table finishing up what snacks are left before clean up & driving home the twerps so they don’t miss curfew. Gareth gives Eddie a puzzling look “Hey dude you alright you look a little…. I don’t know spaced out I been noticing you do that a lot lately… what’s going on?? Something you wanna share with the class??..” eddie shoots a glare at gareth before rolling his eyes “Look I just got a lot on my mind alright don’t worry about it” Mike and Dustin start to giggle Mike shouts across the table “YEAH A LOT ON YOUR MIND AS IN JAMIEEEE!!” Gareth looks at Eddie surprised “who the hell is Jamie?” Dustin scoots closer to but in on this obviously entertaining conversation “She’s robin’s best friend I’m pretty sure you guys have world history together” gareth grins at Eddie “ohhh okay the brunette chick with the sick ankle tattoo” Eddie whips his head towards Gareth and cocks his eyebrow “You checking her out Emerson I swear I’ll deck you I’ve been trying to ask her out for two years now?!” Gareth laughs “chill dude I’ve been trying to ask her cousin Jessica out on a date since the summer” Eddie intrigued by this information asks gareth to come to his for the night after he drops off the kids. Mike knowing Eddie is so infatuated with you has to get a few digs in on the ride home. “So Eddie when you gonna ask her out you know the senior prom is in a few weeks maybe you can get her to.. ow!” Dustin elbows Mike in the side “Mike we’ve been helping him work on it leave the man alone he’s in love I think it’s awesome to have feelings for someone & courting them like a proper gentleman” Mike laughs “Do you have any idea how sappy and lame you sound?” Eddie whips his head towards the back of the van “SHUT UP!” Everyone wide eyed sits in silence the rest of the ride as each of them is dropped off at the end of their own driveway. Peeling out towards the trailer park blasting his new Van Halen cassette as they pull in Jamie’s Cryin starts to play making Eddie sit there in his thoughts for a moment before Gareth snaps him out of his thoughts “Come on I have some new vhs tapes we can check out & I snagged some jiffy pop from the pantry before I bolted it’s the only thing mom won’t spaz about missing if I touch her Oreos I’ll never be able to drum again” they both laugh as Eddie opens the front door and they both kick off their shoes heading to the kitchen. “So.. how do you know Jamie’s cousin?.. or her family for that matter I’ve never heard or seen any family of hers like… ever” Gareth sits on the island stool. “Well when she moved here her Aunt knows my mom & called her to keep an eye on her & let her know she’s doing alright on account of all she’s been through when she left home” Eddie’s heart shatters wondering what you could’ve been through that you had to leave home & be looked out for. Eddie takes a deep breath preparing himself for whatever other information his friend has. “On account of what? Do you know what happened? She’s so closed off & keeps to herself it’s hard to get to know her i really want to get to know her I can get her out of my head dude” Eddie puts his hands over his face shaking his head. Gareth smiles “Man you’ve got it bad I can tell I’ve never seen you like this even when Marcy Smith asked you to winter formal freshman year eddie cringes at the name Gareth laughs harder “dude she was so weird she talked about herself in third person all the time it gave me nightmares!” Gareth holds his stomach from all the laughter Eddie brings the popcorn to the living room & pops in Back To The Future they both plop on the couch. “Okay I’ll tell you everything I know but you didn’t hear it from me if anyone asks got it?” Eddie nods in agreement and shakes his hand as a solid bond. To be continued

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[rainylana]

Falling in love

summary: a continuation of my mini series, short segments about eddie and meredith’s friendship over the years.

warnings: none.

• this is not a reader insert!

Eddie was falling in love with her. How could he not with someone so beautiful? He may have only been fifteen years of age, but he was growing into a man and he knew what he wanted. He wanted her. It had always been her since day one.

She was too beautiful, too kind for this world, too precious to be given the life that she had. It just wasn’t fair. He’d trade it all in a second if it meant she would be happy. Eddie knew that it was complicated. He knew very well that she might not return the feelings. He couldn’t imagine she felt the way he did for her.

But as he watched her dance around the fire, lit up in the night sky, orange against orange, he couldn’t help but let his heart swarm and beat quicker, a warmth spreading through his chest. She held hands with the kids of the trailer park, singing and twirling about. She had flowers in her hair, barefoot and dirty up to her knees, a torn sundress bouncing with every move.

He wished she could be as happy as she was in the moment. She always preached about staying positive, fake it till you make it, but he knew she suffered, just as she knew he did. It went both ways. A two way street. He couldn’t blame her for her high natured spirit. It was the thing he loved about her most. He loved her, he always had. But this was different. A new, foreign kind of feeling that scared him. He dare not talk to Wayne about this, he knew the old man would never let it go.

He wanted to badly to hold her face with his hands, to touch her nose and her cheeks. Caress her eyebrows with his thumbs, trace over every crevice, memorize her body. And her lips, those he fantasized almost daily.

“Take a picture,” Meredith huffed a tired breath, giggling through laughter. He hadn’t realized the kids left, leaving them two alone for the evening.

“It’ll last longer.” He finished, smirking, his ringed hands shining under the moonlight night. “You have fun?” He patted the ground next to him.

“I like to dance.” The fifteen year old smiled, wild curls bouncing. They got tangled everyday, much like Eddie’s did. “You wanna dance with me?”

“Not hardly.” He scoffed, digging in his pocket for a cigarette. “Dancin’ not really my thing.”

She scrunched her nose at the action. “Oh, Eddie, I wish you wouldn’t do that. It’s so bad for you!”

“Everything’s bad for you, Mer,” He lit it up, taking a puff and blowing it the other direction.

“Still,” She pouted, “I don’t want you to be sick all the time. They make momma feel bad.” He liked how your accent came out when you talked about your mother.

“Think about it.” He knocked his shoulder with hers, giving her a wink.

She smiled, leaning to rest her head on his arm. “I love spending time with you. It makes me so happy.”

He grew stiff, awkward like he always did, but he gave a singular nod. “I know.”

It was a comfortable silence, watching the fire burn down to almost nothing, the chill in the night becoming more crisp. You sighed tiredly, making him peek down at you. “Bedtime for you.” The teenager smirked, putting out his cigarette.

You looked up and smiled, eyes glazed over from exhaustion. “Walk me home?” You said softly.

He nodded, grabbing your hand to help you stand. He didn’t let it go as he walked you to your door.

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