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cinnnamongrl · 9 months

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sorority secrets- ellie williams (part 5- final part)

pairing: college!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: final part of this fic. you can find part 4 here.

warnings: [18+ MDNI] explicit language, top!ellie, bottom!reader, fingering, oral sex, strap-on sex (all r!receiving), ellie refers to the strap as her dick 💯, praise. i think that’s it!

author’s note: final part! here she is! i’ve had so much fun writing this series, hope u enjoy <3

a relaxed comfortable silence clouded over the eta house living room. for everyone else at least. for you and ellie the silence was full of tension, regret, and apologies that sat on the tongue but were stopped by your egos. you felt bad for leaving her dorm after yesterdays fight. ellie felt bad for letting you leave. avoiding each other wasn’t an option when you were in a sorority together, but part of you was glad you were being forced to see ellie despite how awkward you felt.

“EW” madison’s voice broke the peaceful quiet of the living room. “what?!” chloe asked. “i just tried that old person filter on tiktok and i look BUSTED” a few girls moved over to look at madison’s phone and laughed, moving their heads to the middle of the screen so the filter could take effect. you watched on from the sofa, knees brought up to your chest. ellie was watching you; she was frustrated, less at the situation now and more at not being able to sit next to you and put her arms around you. it was an extra blow that just as everyone found out about you, you couldn’t touch or kiss anymore anyway.

“ellie, you try!” emilia took madison’s phone and hopped over to ellie, sitting down next to her to show her the filter on herself. ellie gave a dry laugh and emilia giggled, screenshooting the screen, “that’s what you’ll look like when you’re 60!” chloe got up and took the phone from emilia and showed the screenshot to you “are you still gonna be into her when she looks like this?” she joked. you exhaled in an awkward attempt at a laugh, not really knowing what to say with ellie looking right at you. you noticed emilia rolling her eyes. chloe took the phone from your face, “oh- are you guys not cool anymore?” you looked at ellie who was looking down at her lap. “oh we thought cause you kissed you were like, dating or whatever” madison spoke. “did you break up because of the campus news thi-“ “guys can we change the subject-“ emilia interrupted, ��-i’m sure they don’t want everyone going on about some stupid kiss in an alleyway!”

a moment passed.

“an alleyway?” chloe asked. ellie’s head shot up. then yours. you stated at each other. a million words passing between you but none actually spoken. “how do you know it was in an alleyway?” chloe elaborated. you didn’t miss the way emilia’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “it’s- uh- i’m just guessing!” she stumbled. brittney watched the way you and ellie stared in shock at each other and she stood from the sofa. “everybody out.” all the girls looked towards her. “i’m serious everyone out, i have stuff to do.” everyone got up to walk away, emilia grabbing her bag and making a quick walk towards the door. “except emilia.” brittney spoke. “i need your help with something.” emilia stopped in her tracks and turned back around, looking extremely uncomfortable. your brain was barely processing what was happening as you walked out of the eta house. ellie was right behind you and she put a hand on your back as you stepped away from the house, “hey, are you okay?” you looked at her and blinked a few times. “yeah… i think so? just in shock.” ellie nodded, “do you want to come back to my dorm? you can say no i understand if-“ “yes please.” neither of you said a word on your way to her dorm. as you sat on her bed with crossed legs, she had placed herself sitting by you, back leaning against the wall against her bed.

“so emilia huh?” ellie broke the silence. “yeah, but… why?” you twisted your body towards her. “beats me” ellie replied. “but uh, hey at least you know who to go to to try and get it removed” she added. all the regret from yesterday paired with the craziness of what just went down at the eta house was feeding you the courage to put all the complicated shit aside and just do something for yourself. “i don’t want to get it removed.” ellie frowned at you, “what do you mean?” you shuffled closer to her, sitting on your legs “i don’t care about the feature. i was being stupid and scared but i’m not gonna be stupid and scared anymore. i’m sorry. i’ll email it to my parents if you want, honestly-“ ellie laughed and put both hands on your upper arms shushed you, “shh baby, it’s ok. i don’t need you to email it to your parents. it was never about that-“ you were breathing heavily from your outburst, listening to her talk “-i just wanted to know you really liked me. and were… serious about things. ‘cause i’m obsessed with you.” she finished. a small laugh bubbled from your chest and your eyes started to water, all the emotion from the past few days catching up on you.

“i do really like you els. i’m sorry for caring so much about what my parents think and about the campus news feature, i just...” a tear rolled down your cheek and ellie moved closer to wrap her arms her arms around you “‘s ok, angel. i’m sorry i was being pushy; i know your parents put a lot of pressure on you and i don’t want to make you feel rushed to come out or anything like that. you need to go at your own pace” she spoke softly as she held your head in her neck, fingers stroking the skin there. “but we really should get that feature taken down, that photo did not get my best side at all,”. you giggled into her neck. “plus… the title was all wrong. you’re not chad’s girl,” she smirked, “you’re mine.” you lifted you head to look at her, “right?” your cheeks were warm and there was a little smile on your lips as you nodded. “‘m your girl.” she smiled at you “my pretty girl.” and she kissed you. you melted into her, body relaxing completely before being suddenly jolted from a loud bang at her door. “i swear to god we are uhauling and getting a house far away where no one can interrupt us kissing anymore” ellie sighed before getting up and opening the door.

brittney stood, hand on hip, usual face of displeasure as she glided into the room “i should be getting a fucking salary for this job” she chucked her bag on the floor “mom never told me that having to kick girls out of the sorority because of batshit crazy lesbian drama was part of the job description of eta president but here we are.” she crossed her arms. you tried to hide a laugh. “you kicked her from eta?” ellie asked. “yeah she’s a freak.” brittney clarified, waving a hand in dismissal. “so uh… why did she do it?” you tried. “ugh. she’s like, in love with ellie or some shit.” your mouth fell open in shock “yeah i don’t get it either” brittney said, straight faced. ellie snorted, “sorry, she’s what?”. brittney huffed “she said she only did it because she was into you and that you,” she looked at you, “were stealing her away and would be much better suited to chad anyway” your mouth was still dropped “that is.. actually deranged” “yeah i know right. all that over ellie”. ellie ran a hand over her face, trying to process everything brittney was saying, as were you. “i was suspicious of her for a while. i mean who cares that much about setting someone up with a guy. and chad as well,” she pulled a face, “-i’d rather watch fucking paint dry”. you were running through all your interactions with emilia, everything piecing together. ellie was thinking about brittney; amused that despite the subtle insults towards her that she threw in every sentence, she wasn’t doing well to hide that she actually cared about her in some form. she was always grateful when she’d drag emilia away when she interrupted you two but now it was in a completely different context; it was for ellie’s sake not her own. she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at this newfound discovery of brittney being a decent sister. brittney’s head snapped to ellie “what?”. “you care about me”, ellie chuckled. “oh shut up. i just wanted an excuse to kick emilia out, she was annoying me anyway. like who the fuck still sends snapchat streaks in 2023. anyway, i’m needed elsewhere. bye losers” she picked her bag back up and left. despite defending herself against the horrors of being nice, after years of living with brittney, ellie knew she wouldn’t have kicked her best friend out of eta for nothing. ellie had a silent moment of collecting her thoughts after the quiet of the room resumed after brittney’s exit.

you let out a big sigh from ellie’s bed and she turned her head towards you. “crazy day, huh?” you spoke. ellie chuckled and sat herself next to you. “yeah,” she huffed, “i’m still annoyed at brittney though.” you frowned a little, and rested your hand on top of hers “why?” “because she interrupted our big dramatic make-up kiss”. you laughed and shuffled back a little onto her bed crossed legged facing towards her “an unforgivable crime”. ellie turned her body to face you “well that moment’s gone so i’ll have to find another excuse to kiss you”. you looked to the side “hm how’s ‘we haven’t kissed in over 24 hours and i’m getting serious withdrawal symptoms’ for an excuse?” she grinned at you, “perfect”, she leaned towards you and connected her lips to yours, one hand gently holding your face. you sighed into the kiss and she deepened it, letting her tongue find yours. you repositioned yourself so that your legs were flat and she took advantage of your position by slotting a leg in between yours and pushing you down onto her bed gently, mouth not leaving yours. one of her hands stayed on your face and the other travelled down your side slowly, from your ribs down to your thigh, past your skirt. need was building with every second longer she kissed you and ellie was trying to take things slow and not rush despite having you pressed against her bed like she’d pictured since the first time you sat there with shy hands shuffling around. it had been even worse since the sleepover, spending nearly every night since then with her hand down her boxers thinking about your mouth hung in pleasure and the pretty little sounds you made.

a little squeak came from your mouth and ellie discovered she’d pressed her thigh perfectly against your cunt without even realising. now that she knew, she was absolutely going to use your reaction as an indication to carry on. she adjusted her leg and it pressed perfectly into your clit again, tearing a small sound from you, making your face hot from exposing how worked up you were already. ellie chuckled slightly “needy thing” you pouted at her tease and she smiled down at you “‘s ok. that feel nice?” you nodded and she copied it, hit of mocking there, “aw. you want more?” you nodded again and she tutted “need you to use your words, sweet girl” you twisted your mouth to the side and chewed on your bottom lip, embarrassment prickling at you, “want more, ellie” “what do you want, baby?” you huffed lightly, “jus- want you to touch me”. she attached her mouth to yours again and your eyes fluttered shut again, all thoughts lost when she was kissing you.

she let a ‘mm’ sound into your mouth as she reluctantly left your lips “where?” she wasn’t ready to give up the pleasure she was getting from making you flustered trying to vocalise your neediness. “want your fingers again li- like last time.” ellie smirked and let her hand travel to your inner thigh, stroking your soft skin under your skirt. “yeah? you want me here?” as the last word left her mouth she cupped your pussy through your panties and you jolted at the pressure against your clit. a strangled “yes” left your lips. she pecked your lips “good girl” and her hands travelled up to the hem of your top and she held the bottom of your top with two fingers as her thumbs stroked your stomach there, “can i take this off?” she whispered. you nodded and she bunched the material up, when it moved past your tits she let go and a groan you could’ve easily missed was caught in her throat. she brought her hands up and cupped them, staring at your tits like you weren’t watching her. seconds later she was dipping her head to attach her mouth to your left tit, fingers rolling over the nipple on your other. you let out the quietest little whimper and ellie felt like her eyes might roll back just from hearing it “so sensitive all over” she admired, before bringing her mouth to your other tit, swirling her tongue around your nipple and sucking, bringing another little whimper from you. ellie was already getting desperate; fighting down the urge to pull out her strap from its place under her bed and make you take it right now. but she was willing to be patient and she was equally as desperate to keep you here for the whole day and night if it meant getting to see you like this for hours more.

her hand finally made its way back under your skirt and she hooked a finger under the elastic of your panties and inched them down your thighs slowly. when they reached your ankles the realisation that you were completely exposed dawned on you, no panties and top bunched up over your tits, ellie not even having bothered to take it off in the end. you made a move to close your legs together and she held your thighs with both hands, forcing them back open and looking at you with blown out pupils “need to taste you. please?” her desperation causing her dominant act to slip a little. “ok” your voice small. a half-second later she had shuffled herself down your body, face lined up with your cunt, skirt flipped up onto your tummy. “god.” she mumbled as if to herself. “you’re pretty everywhere.” your face went hot and you fought against the urge to close your thighs again in embarrassment. she dipped down and licked a stripe up your pussy, collecting your wetness with her tongue and her strangled moan vibrated against your cunt. as she closed her mouth around your clit, your hips lifted, chasing more pressure, strain of little whines leaving your mouth. ellie gripped your hips and pressed you back down as she sucked on your clit, ripping a loud moan from you. she was almost feral; lapping you up like a woman starved and working her mouth on you with an eagerness that didn’t compromise her skills. your mind went cloudy at the pleasure and you hadn’t even realised her finger had been circling your hole until it dipped into you slowly, only a little way inside you.

ellie had this way of consuming you fully whenever she was with you; all your mind could focus on was her, and right now, how she was making you feel. more specifically the beautiful pleasure of her mouth working on your clit combined with the aching feeling of her finger teasing your entrance, there but not fully there. “please” is all you managed, voice shaky. ellie debated taking her mouth from you to force you to ask for what you wanted properly, but she was drunk on you; the feeling of you in her mouth, your taste, smell, sounds, so she let you have it. she pushed in deeper, curling her finger and reaching that perfect spot inside you. your back arched and she gripped you tighter, keeping you in place as she continued her movements.

it wasn’t long before you could feel yourself getting close; it was obvious to ellie from the way your body tensed and breathing got more erratic. “ellie-mmh” your hands gripped the sheets beneath you and ellie groaned into your cunt in response, pushing you to that final peak, loud moan leaving your mouth as your body shook slightly.

your breathing slowed and body relaxed as you came down from your high. with your eyes still shut your hand reached out to ellie “els?”. she kissed you sloppily, your juices on her tongue mixing with your saliva intensifying the pumping in her clit. she couldn’t help but grind down on your thigh a little as she kissed you. “els- wanna touch you.” she looked down at you, and then placed little kisses over your face and neck “mm kiss not as much kiss as i want to kiss touch you” you let out a short breath, “but- wanna make you feel good too” you pouted slightly. she moved her head to look directly at you again. “you wanna make me feel good?”. you nodded your head eagerly. “then let me fuck you.”

you blinked a few times “you- you just did?”. she chuckled and pecked your lips before getting up from the bed and kneeling to reach for a box that was packed underneath it. as she located the box and held it in her hands a flicker of doubt went through her suddenly; what if this was too quick? what if it scared you off? what if you didn’t wan- her sudden flood of doubtful thoughts meant that she missed you crawling over to lay on your tummy on the bed in front of where she kneeled and lift open the box in her hands, snapping out of it when a tiny sound could be heard from your throat. her eyes snapped up to you and her doubts were promptly washed away when she saw the way you were looking down at her strap sitting idly in the box. your cheeks were warm and your tummy was doing flips but even your shyness couldn’t cover up the lustful look you carried in your eyes. “you want it?” ellie asked, voice dark. “mhm” you murmured. “lay back down for me then, angel”. you obeyed, laying back down, head on her pillow as she stripped off her pants and adjusted her strap over her boxers. she got back up on the bed and rested two arms beside you as she leaned over you,

“you can change your mind if you want. i don’t want to rush you into anyth-“ you pulled her body down to yours “i want it, ellie”. she smirked at you, “yeah?” “mm. i need it. need you inside”. ellie’s brain short circuited for a moment at your words before she grabbed the length of her fake dick and lined it up with your cunt. “tell me how badly you need it.” she practically begged as she stroked the tip up and down your folds, not missing the way your body would jerk every so slightly when she’d let it nudge against your clit. “so badly. needed it for so long”. she pushed into you slightly and you gasped, mouth open and eyes big and glossy. you wanted more so you pushed your hips down a little in an attempt to take her in further. ellie kissed the corner of your mouth before slowly pushing all the way in, filling you completely, forcing a whine from you. “me too, pretty girl. wanted you like this since the first time i saw you.” your eyes watered slightly from the stretch and your tummy fluttered with pleasure. “‘m gonna move ok?” she warned and you nodded, “please”. she started to thrust into you slowly and your head fell back further into the pillow. she continued her strokes, your walls tight around her “good girl, taking me so well” she praised and you whimpered in response.

your body and mind was filled completely with the feeling of ellie’s plastic cock deep inside you and her weight on top of you. you could tell she was being gentle for you, but your body was chasing the euphoria, desperate for whatever she could give you. “faster-“ you whined “please”. how could she say no when you looked so pretty and desperate? she picked up her pace, fucking into you quicker and harder now your body had adjusted to the size. ellie’s own arousal was reaching even higher, the harness rubbing against her clit perfectly as she fucked you. she watched you with admiration almost, your pupils blown and staring doe-eyed up at her, pretty mouth parted and tits rising up and down with each thrust. “you’re so pretty like this-“ she uttered, voice a little strained “-my perfect girl”.

“ellie” you whined and lifted your hands to her face, pouting to communicate what you wanted. she leaned down to kiss you, wet and hot and messy while her strap was repeatedly hitting the perfect spot inside you. as she pulled away she placed both hands on your hips so she could keep your body still as she fucked into you deep as possible. you cried out at the feeling, any consideration for ellie’s neighbours a forgotten thought to your fucked out brain. she lifted a hand from your hip and placed it on the side of your face, thumb ghosting over your lips before pushing past them into your mouth. “suck”. you did, swirling her thumb around in your mouth, a gentle hum coming from your throat. she took it out of your mouth and moved her hand down to where your bodies met, pressing her thumb against your clit. she started to rub little circles, flooding your body with even more bliss. soft strangled moans moved past your lips.

“i know baby. you like when i rub your little clit while i fuck you?”. you were completely gone, coil in your stomach tightening and head completely fuzzy. so much so you didn’t even realise ellie’s own climax was fast approaching, the friction against her clit and the way you looked underneath her was making her quickly fall apart. “g’nna make me fuc- fucking cum” she choked out. you hadn’t even realised that was possible but you knew it made your own release start to creep up on you even more rapidly “please, wanna come with you” you babbled. she was chasing her own high but still keeping the perfect rhythm for you. “you wanna come, yeah? show me baby, come all over my dick.” your body started to stiffen as all the pleasure you were feeling reached it’s peak. “that’s my good girl, coming for me so well” she rambled as she watched you fall apart. half a second later her own orgasm hit her and a string of praises, curses and your name left her mouth in a jumble. you watched, brain not fully functioning still but enough to appreciate the beauty of the sight above you, ellie coming apart completely with her face screwed up in pleasure and your name on her tongue.

your next coherent thought came when she was already laying beside you, both of your heavy breaths the only sound that could be heard, a harsh contrast to the obscene mix of noises and words bouncing around her room only a few seconds ago. she draped her arm over your stomach and nuzzled into you a little. you giggled and moved into her closer.

“i’m obsessed with you too, you know” you spoke. “i can tell” she joked and you nudged her arm off of you playfully. she laughed, “kidding, baby. i’m glad. cause you’re not escaping from me now. never” you smiled at her possessiveness, it was a joke but you knew it rang true. “‘s ok with me” you replied. ellie adjusted herself to sit up slightly, “you should go pee.” you nodded smiling, appreciating her taking care of you and got up to use her bathroom. when you came back she was tucked up in bed, covers pulled up high, little smile on her face. “come back here, i have something for us.” you raised an eyebrow and hesitantly crawled back into her bed. she yanked her hands from under the sheets and you saw her hands holding two capri-suns. you burst out laughing and grabbed one. “i see” your voice bubbling with amusement. “gotta get your energy back up somehow, babe” ellie told you. “are capri-suns good sources of energy?” you pondered. “i dunno, you bought them” she joked.

you laid for a while, capri-suns in hand and voices chatting consistently about nothing. possibly an odd scene to any on-looker but both you and ellie were exactly where you wanted to be. all the little issues from the past few hours, days, weeks were completely insignificant in the moments you shared alone; you were peacefully content and basking in the high from each others company.

and stupidly obsessed with each other.

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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Okay so I know we usually talk about how the reader doesn’t like rafe fighting and how she’s usually scared when he loses his temper like that buuuuuuuuuuuut what if one time the complete opposite happens. Rafe and her are out at some party and some guy can’t keep his eyes of her, constantly trying to get close to her to the point that she even notices and gets uncomfy. He was already on Rafe’s radar but as soon as he picks up on the fact that his princess is uncomfortable he just sees red and basically jumps this guy in the middle of the party. Rafe knows how you get when he fights and he’s expecting to have make it up to you in more ways than one but when you get home and he’s still bloody and dishevelled you basically pounce on him as soon as you’re through the door, completely throwing him off guard. And you’re just kissing him and moaning about how much you like watching him protect you and he’s just got the biggest smirk like “yeah baby, you like watching daddy do that?” and you just grab his hand and bring it under your skirt, letting him feel how wet your panties are, just looking up at him with big doe eyes. He’d be trying not to bust then and there🥰💕💖💘

my tail started wagging

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just rafe approaching the guy, confidently spinning his smaller body around by his shoulders and patting his chest. “y’talking to my girl?” he squints, malicious smile playing at his mouth.

the boy smirks, knowing he’s been caught but trying to play it off anyway. rafes already made up his mind. “nah bro, s’not like th—”

his words at cut off by the beer bottle in the cameron’s hand colliding with the guys head, smashing into pieces as he falls. gasps fill the room as rafe ever so nonchalantly scratches his chin, climbing over the boys body to hover over him, clutching his shirt as he splutters. “oh so you’re gonna lie to my face, okay—” he pummels his fist into the boys jaw.

“no i—”

“i really don’t care what you have to say.” he gets in another punch before topper and kelce haul your boyfriend up by the arms, pulling him back. rafe shoves them off, dusting his hands down his jacket. “i’m good! i’m good.” he breathes, shaking himself off, blood splattered on his cheek, looking round at everyone’s shocked gaze. “shows over, alright?” he swivels his head, looking for you before he spots you by the door, twiddling with your hair unsurely, big wide doe eyes fixed on him.

shit, he was in for some grovelling.

“hey lets uh— let’s get out of here okay? let’s go.” he makes an effort to be extra gentle as he guides you by the lower back out and away from the party. he waits for the tears on the drive home, but they don’t come. infact, he’s avoiding your gaze in the car— white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. he feels you looking at him, and he’s trying not to imagine the look of fear or disgust.

“y-you know i did what i had to do— if you don’t show these guys who’s in charge they just — they think you’re a bitch— think they can just come and take what they want n’i’m not gonna let them do th—”

“rafe it’s okay.” your voice is soft as velvet, cutting him off completely. something must be up, you must be mad or something. he stays silent in thought for the rest of the drive.

he steps through the front door to your empty house, closing the door softly and he looks a little lost, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. luckily, you make a move, wrapping your arm around his neck bringing him in for a kiss.

he doesn’t expect it, and certainly doesn’t expect the way your tongue languidly rolls over his, a quiet moan falling into his mouth. “need you…” you whisper against his mouth and he pulls back, his hands hovering either side of you.

“woah woah— w-wait a minute. what’s going on?” he breathes and you blink up at him, doe eyed and guilty.

“love when you protect me, daddy…” you mewl, shyly and slightly ashamed. his eyes are still wide and bordering on horrified.

“uh— since when?”

“since now…” you gently take his wrist, guiding his hand up your skirt, your own fingers on your free hand peeling your panties aside to push his through your soaked folds. your lashes flutter at his touch, lips parted.

“me beating that guys ass really did it for you, huh?” he drawls, finally catching on as he stares down his nose at you.

“mhm!”

he spins the two of you around so that he’s pressing you to the door, rubbing his fingers through your mess. “s’kinda filthy, don’t you think baby? i mean i was just doin’ my job as your boyfriend…n’you’re here gettin’ off on that shit?”

“i know.” your voice comes out a whisper, shaking and embarrassed. he pecks at your jaw, nearly your mouth but not giving you what you want.

“yeah… just need daddy to protect you, that right? so fucking weak.”

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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agaypanic · 1 year

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Hello, I've been looking for something about reese wilkerson But there's not much about him, so I saw you write for him.

I wanted to know if you could write about reese with a girlfriend who is the complete opposite of him as she is super nice and cute to everyone but no one understands how she is reese's girlfriend .

Algo así como que la gente los mire raro cuando caminan de la mano o Malcolm los mire mientras cocinan juntos riéndose.

Incluso ellos hablan y usan apodos lindos mientras caminan en el centro comercial o Reese es un novio protector porque hay personas que quieren aprovecharse de la amabilidad de su novia.

Sorry if it's a lot you can take some things out if you think it is

Disculpe las molestias o si hay algún error. El inglés no es mi primer idioma.

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You two first met in class

The teacher sat him next to you in hopes that you could keep him quiet

That didn’t work

Seeing you for the first time made him want to talk more, but to you

You would always help him with his homework and in-class assignments

“Do you need help?” You asked after watching him stare at his paper without a move for 5 minutes.

“Nah, I just won’t do it.” Reese shrugged, ready to toss the paper in his backpack where he’d forget about it. You scooted closer to him, making him stop.

“Are you sure? I can explain it if you want? I’d hate to see you fail.” He looked at you and became entranced with your sweet smile.

“O-Okay.”

Reese liked that you never made him feel dumb when he didn’t understand something

He gets into fewer fights, not wanting to disappoint you

But if anyone says something about you?

It’s on sight

“I just don’t know why you did that, Reese. You could’ve walked away.” You gently lectured as you cleaned up his busted-up knuckles.

“He deserved it.” The boy grumbled, wincing slightly as you patted his wounds with hydrogen peroxide. You didn’t speak again until you put the last bandaid on.

“Promise that you won’t get into stupid fights over me.” You held your pinky out, and Reese’s heart melted at the sight. He reluctantly hooked his pinky with yours.

“Promise.”

He still got into the occasional fight over you, but he was much more secretive about it

When he brought you to meet the family for the first time, everyone was shocked

Why was this super sweet girl dating an absolute hooligan???

Lois thought it was a joke at first

But when she saw how Reese looked at you when you interacted with him and his family, she knew it was real

You were talking to Dewey about his musical interests after dinner. Reese didn’t care what in particular you were talking about. He just liked seeing the smile on your face as you talked about it with his brother.

When you had to go home, he insisted on taking you. He waited at the front door for you to grab your things when Dewey came up to him.

“Your girlfriend’s cool.” Reese gave a dopey smile, watching you tie your shoes on.

“Hell yeah, she is.”

He’s so whipped for you

You wanna hold hands? Absolutely

Have a date idea that you think is really cute and fun? Let’s do it right now

Wanna paint his nails? Only if they match yours

“Are you wearing nail polish?” Malcolm asked, looking at his brother’s hands.

“Yeah.” The little smile on Reese’s face as he looked at your work disappeared, turning into a threatening look as he eyed Malcolm. “Got a problem with it?”

Gets jealous or worried that you’ll leave him for someone else

Reese needs constant reassurance that you love him

“Reese, I wouldn’t leave you for anyone. You know that, right?” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“I know. It’s just….” He sat up from his reclined position on his bed, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “What if everyone’s right?”

“About what?”

“Us! I mean, you’re you, and I’m me. I still can’t believe you agreed to go out with me in the first place.”

“Oh, Reese.” You cooed, lifting his head so he’ll make eye contact with you. “I went out with you because I liked you. And I stayed because I still like you.” He stayed quiet for a minute, processing your words.

“Promise?” He asked meekly. You smiled, raising your pinky so he could latch his to yours.

“Promise.”

Would do anything for you

Some people still don’t understand how you guys are together

But it’s okay because you two understand, and in the end, that’s all that matters

#reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson x reader #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic #reese wilkerson headcanons

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shitideas · 9 months

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the end | stu macher x reader

summary: on the 30th anniversary of maureen prescott’s murder, stu comes back to kill one last time. what he doesn’t know is that his presumably dead girlfriend, and billy’s sister, will come back to end everything herself.

warnings: okayy, this one is a lot. so: murder, knives and guns, suicide, angst, swearing, lmk if there’s something i missed! it’s kinda shit tbh but i was thinking about this a lot bc i am a firm believer that stu’s alive!! also she/her pronouns used for reader.

it was september 28th, 2026. the 30 year anniversary of maureen prescott’s murder.

his forearm tightened around tara’s neck, holding the old knife to her throat. her sister stood in front of them, hands in the air with his gun pointing right at her. sidney watched the scene from the ground, cluthing onto the deep stab wound in her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. a tear slipped down her cheek, wishing a miracle would happen to finish all of this. by now, he had killed almost everyone in the building.

when he took the old, busted up mask off of his face, sidney almost fainted. she thought she was having a nightmare for a brief moment. moments later, his knife was deep in her stomach and he was looking directly into her eyes.

his goal was to have only two survivors, samantha carpenter and himself. i mean, he could never kill her, he would hate himself forever. the only thing that didn’t go to plan was the fact that he didn’t commit all of the murders, and he didn’t know who did. he couldn’t say he wasn’t freaked out by that, but he hadn’t given it much thought. he was focused on his goal, to finish what had started in 1995.

he was about to push the knife into the squirming girl’s skin when a gunshot was heard in the distance. he knew somebody would come barging in soon. so he proceeded with what he was about to do.

his knife cut her throat in one swift motion. he pushed her to the ground and watched as her life left her body, listening to the loud screams her sister and sidney let out.

he smiled to himself, “you’ve still got it, stu.”

sam tried to come to tara’s side, but he shot her in the leg before she could move. she screamed in agony. the whole building was echoing with cries of the young woman.

sidney was slowly losing consciousness, cursing herself for not hugging her kids tighter when she left.

but then, another gunshot was fired.

except this one was fired right into the wall next to his head.

he raised his gun at the new person in the room. they wore the same black coat he did, and had an equally beat up mask on their face.

“take the fucking mask off you piece of shit! you think you can come barging in here and ruin everything for me?!”, he yelled.

“stu, stu, stu…why so angry? i always thought billy was the hot-headed one…guess i was wrong”, the person spoke through a voice changer.

“i mean, there’s no need to insult me…i helped you kill those people after all.”

“so you’re the dick that jumped in on my shit. this was supposed to end with me you fuck! i don’t need some random kids ruining my plans!”

“i’m not just some random kid, stu. and it will end with you, don’t worry.”, they said before reaching up for their mask.

the mask fell to the ground, and stu macher’s face fell in shock. he lowered the gun and just stared at the person in front of him.

“have you missed me?”

the voice of y/n loomis echoed through the room. stu let a tear fall down his scarred face, quickly wiping it away.

sidney was out cold on the floor, leaving only sam. y/n’s eyes flickered to sidney, noticing she was breathing. she smiled, glad sidney was going to be alright.

“you’re samantha. it’s good to finally meet you.”

sam stared at her, barely processing what the hell is going on. didn’t y/n loomis die in 1996?

stu walked over to y/n, her gun pointing at him.

“put the gun down, y/n.”, he said in a soft voice. she missed his voice so much.

she looked at him through her eyelashes, slowly lowering the gun. he cupped her face with tears in his eyes and kissed her, rubbing his thumb on her chin. she kissed him back, placing her hand on his scarred cheek. she ran her fingertips over the old cuts, her mind taking her back to the night of horror he and her brother caused.

she pulled away and he pressed his forehead against her’s.

“i thought we killed you. i couldn’t forgive myself for thirty years.”, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

she gave him a small smile before pushing him away, leaving the man with a puzzled look on his face. she raised her gun again, pointing at him, and walked over to sam.

“sam, i am so sorry you’re a part of this messed up bloodline. and i hope you can find peace after all of this is over.”, she spoke softly, looking at her niece from above. she was holding her sister’s hand, sobbing quietly to herself. she watched her aunt with a dazed look, barely nodding at her words.

“y/n, what are you doing?”

“it’s about time this ended, don’t you think, stu?”, she turned to look at him, tears forming in her own eyes. they were glossed with fear, but at the same time certainty. she knew this had to be done.

“isn’t that why you joined in? i’m going to kill this bitch and then it’s over. you and i leave. together.”, he said pointing his knife at sidney.

y/n looked at the floor and smiled to herself weakly. he was always such a lapdog to her brother. always doing whatever billy wanted.

“you know, stu, billy’s dead. you no longer have to go along with everything he says and wants.”

“i’m doing this for myself. you killed people, y/n. i know you want to finish this off.”

“i do. but i only killed people who deserved it. and i am going to finish this off.”, she pointed the gun directly at his head, biting her lip to stop a sob from coming out of her.

his eyes widened with realisation. he moved towards her but stopped once he realised she was serious.

“y/n don’t be stupid..you can’t kill me. you won’t be able to live with yourself.”, he uttered in a broken voice.

“you’re right. i won’t be.”, she stuttered, finally letting the tears fall from her eyes.

“no…y/n. please don’t do this. i have to finish what we started.”, he pleaded.

“stu, this will only continue to happen if you’re alive. this should’ve stopped with you and billy dead in 1996. and as much as i would love to run off and spend my life with you…i know that that’s not how it’s supposed to be.”, she said, sobbing.

she loved stu. for all of these years she spent in hiding, a part of her wished that her brother’s knife had killed her that day. she always knew he intended for her to live, to escape, but when she realised that her brother and her boyfriend were behind the horrors of woodsboro, she wanted to be in the ground with them both. she hated herself for carrying the loomis name, and she hated herself for loving a macher.

stu’s baby blues found her’s with a sad look. he also knew this had to be done, deep inside of him. but he was crazy after all. he didn’t care what was right. the gun from his hand fell to the ground in defeat, and so did the knife from his other hand. he walked closer to y/n. he wanted to see her face. he wanted that to be the last face he saw before his death. she was the only person besides billy who ever made him happy, who gave him a purpose. and all of these years he was planning how he was going to end this and bury himself in his own sorrow and despair. he couldn’t live without her. but the world couldn’t live with him.

so he let a small smile creep onto his lips in defeat.

“i love you y/n. i’ll always love you.”

“i love you too stu.”, she muttered. her face was red and her eyes were puffy.

she screamed loudly before shooting. the cries that left her were like nothing you’ve ever heard. she fell to her knees and crawled to his lifeless body, cupping his cheek and burrowing her head into his neck, letting out loud sobs.

“i’m so sorry stu. i’m so sorry.”,she cried.

sam watched from behind, barely comprehending what she just saw. she didn’t know wether to feel sorry for y/n, or happy that she killed him. her hand was wrapped around tara’s, wishing that y/n would’ve came in the room minutes earlier.

y/n turned her head to look at sam.

“take sidney and leave.”, she whispered.

sam stared at her in disbelief, “i can’t just leave my sister here!”

y/n turned fully and pointed her gun at the girl.

“i said, take sidney and leave. now.”

sam shook her head with tears in her eyes and got up. the pain in her leg was sharp, but she managed to go to sidney and drag her up. she looked at her aunt one last time and nodded before leaving as fast as she could.

once sam was gone, y/n was left alone with stu. she hated herself for what she just did. but she knew that her niece would be safe now that he’s gone. but she wasn’t finished yet.

she placed a soft kiss on stu’s lips before hugging him one last time.

“see you in hell.”, she thought to herself before bringing the weapon up to her head and finishing what her brother had started.

everything was finally peaceful. and it will be peaceful for eternity.

//notes//

THIS IS SO BAD LMFAOO but i’ll get better i promise🙏🙏it was a good idea just shit execution…if you guys want like one shots or a story from when they were teens lmk i’d love to write that!! okay byeee thanks for reading this trash!!🫶🏻🪼

#Spotify #stu macher x reader #writing #stu macher #scream #fanfic #fan fiction #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #scream x reader #stu macher fluff #stu macher x y/n #stu macher x you #angst #ihatemyself #scream 1996 #writerscommunity

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ladylooch · 2 months

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What is Mack's reaction to finding out she was busted cuddling with David? Xx

“Oh my god.” Mack moans, stumbling out of her dark bedroom and into the sunny, main area of her apartment. “Jesus take the wheel.” She cries, slapping a hand over her eyes. She squints to her kitchen counter, seeing David there, munching on some cereal. His mustache curls up with this lips joyfully when he sees her.

“Hi honey.” He says gently. “How you doing?”

“Shitty.” Mack moans. She is exhausted and feels like she has been run over by a damn garbage truck. Actually, she feels like garbage. Maybe the truck should have just picked her up instead of running her over.

“Think you could eat some soup? Get some nutrients into you?” He asks, standing up. He walks over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. He was getting nervous watching how shaky she was with each step. Mack leans into his strength, grateful for his help. She glances over at the mirror in her entry way, catching a glimpse of her appearance.

“Oh, fuck me.” She groans. She looks disgusting, like she smells similar to moldy cheese and BO. Then there is David, who looks like some he is about to be chiseled out of stone with his black sweatpants and shirtless chest. “You don’t have to stay.” She shakes her head.

“Ah, I know.” He chuckles, biting his lip as he gets her onto the couch. “But I’m not leaving.”

“Why?”

“Because this is the only place I wanna be.” He leans forward. Mack slaps her hand over her mouth.

“Don’t kiss me!” She mumbles around her fingers. His lips land on her forehead.

“Stop worrying. Just lay there and be useless so you can get better and be my sassy girl again.” He pats her leg. “I’m gonna heat up the soup Lucie brought.”

“No.” Mack extends the word in shock.

“Yeah. She saw us in bed together.” He sighs, opening up the container from the fridge. He pours some in a microwaveable bowl, then puts it in for two minutes to start.

“What did she say?” Mack whispers, eyes boring into him.

“Not much, but I wasn’t exactly inviting the conversation either.” He scratches at the under side of his jaw. He leans his palms on the counter top, staring at her. “She asked what we were.” Mack’s eyes slide away. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, so I didn’t give her an answer.” Mack’s eyebrows furrow.

“What you thought?”

“That you aren’t ready for a label.”

“I’m not?” She asks. “You want me to be your girlfriend?” Her tone is doubtful. David stares at her.

“I think I’ve made that pretty obvious, Mack.” She tucks her bottom lip into her mouth, looking away. “But if you wanna keep doing this, I’m fine with that too. I’m not in a rush, buttercup.” He turns back to the microwave, stirring the soup around then giving it a taste test. “Another minute.” He tells her. Mack turns away from him, curling her legs up beneath her.

David Carlson’s girlfriend… Mackenzie Hischier… officially dating a New York Ranger. Mack licks her lips, wanting to ignore the parts of her that long for and are giddy about that idea. She wasn’t looking for this. She didn’t want it either. It became this because David is… David.

“It’s hot, baby.” The man in question says as he rounds the couch. Mack watches him move a coaster to rest her bowl on.

“Thank you.” She murmurs. “For last night too. I was in a bad place.”

“You were. I’m glad I came over.” He brushes her wild hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His thumb strokes across her red and inflamed skin, irritated from her feverish sweats last night. Mack stares at him, drawing her eyes over the features of this man she has come to care so much for. They have great chemistry. It is so much more than just sexual too. She feels like he knows her heart and soul, and does what he can to keep them both safe. Mack opens her mouth to speak, to tell him that she wants to be his girlfriend too.

“Yes you can be my girlfriend..” He cuts her off while grinning at her. Mack furrows her eyebrows, mouth dropped open in awe.

“How do you know?” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. He stops her from falling back and away from him in exasperation. He leans down, capturing her lips in his. He inhales her mouth until her lips are puffy and swollen, her nose and upper lip raw from his mustache.

“Because I do.”

Mack grabs his shirt, fisting it in her hand to keep him close. She scoots back onto the couch, weakly attempting to pull him down. David obliges, settling a knee between her legs, then easing her all the way back until she is laying on the couch.

“Honey. You need to eat your soup.”

“I wanna make out with my boyfriend first.” David chuckles.

“You’re so obsessed with me.” He teases. His tongue thrusts into her mouth, not letting her respond with words.

Her strangled, blissful moan tells them both all they need to know.

#mackdavid au

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One

@nightmareglitter

Chapter Twenty-Two

Nancy sighed as she sat with Steve in the waiting room. They had been looked over by doctors and interviewed for what seemed like several hours by the cops. Eddie, Dustin, and Wayne were with Claudia in her hospital room. Nancy and Steve decided to give them some time to themselves, knowing that they were probably all going to be family soon, judging by the way Wayne looked at Claudia. Nancy tried not to think about Patrick and instead focused on the pain in her upper lip. It was busted, but she didn't need stitches. Luckily, Steve didn't need any and that he didn't get another concussion, but his eyes looked pretty bruised. His lip was also busted.

Nancy glanced around the room at the ashen and wounded faces. Ted was wearing his extra pair of glasses over his broken nose. Karen was holding onto a sleepy Holly and clutching Ted's arm while glancing over at Nancy. Robin was between her two parents while Lucas was pressed between his. Pretty much every parent was clutching their children tightly but none more tightly than Susan Mayfield with Max, who looked torn between hating it and loving it. There was a bruise on Max's cheek. Everyone looked scared.

"Eddie and Dustin said they'd be back, right?" Robin asked. "To tell us how Claudia is?"

"Right," Nancy said. "You know, I need to stretch my legs. Plus, I need to try the Byers again. Does anyone want anything?"

A lot of them were silent, still in shock as they thought about the poor boy and the attack that happened inside Claudia's home.

"You know, I could go with you, and we could bring back a variety of snacks," Steve said.

"I could use a stretch myself," Robin said.

Karen reached out and grabbed Nancy's hand, holding it tightly. She knew what her mother was saying even if she couldn't say the world.

"I'm sure Mike's fine," Nancy said and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek.

She leaned down and kissed Holly on the head before doing the same with her father. Nancy left the waiting room with Steve and Robin.

"Oh my God! I love my parents, but my mother was squeezing me tight as if I were going to disappear into thin air and I get it, I do, but I just need to breathe," Robin said.

"I get it," Nancy said softly. "Do you think I did the right thing by telling them?"

"I think it would have been a lot worse if the parents hadn't all been there," Steve said.

"They needed to know, Nance," Robin replied.

"I saw you jump on that jock. That was impressive," Nancy said.

"He was beating the shit out of my platonic soulmate. Nobody does that," Robin said, holding her head up high.

"She tried to bite off his ear," Steve said.

"Jesus, I can't believe I missed that," Nancy said.

The trio turned down the hallway to find Dustin and Eddie down at the end of it. They were jumping up and down in excitement. When they spotted the others, Dustin quickly nudged Eddie to stop. Eddie grinned and skipped down the hallway towards them. He skidded to a stop in front of Steve and Nancy.

"There they are, my beautiful loves!" Eddie exclaimed joyfully.

"Jesus, Eddie, what drugs are you on?" Robin asked.

"I sold drugs, I didn't do them. . .well, not all of the time," Eddie grinned.

"So, what's got you so happy?" Nancy asked.

"Well, the sight of my gorgeous lovers, of course," Eddie said and pulled them to his side.

"Okay, seriously, Eddie, what's going on?" Steve asked.

"I can't tell you that," Eddie said.

"It's classified," Dustin grinned.

"It's for us to know and you to find out at a later date," Eddie said. "Per Claudia and Wayne's instructions."

"You can't even tell us?" Nancy asked sweetly, her eyes going wide.

"Okay. Well, that's not fair," Eddie said.

"Come on, Eddie, we're your life partners," Steve pouted, his eyes going wide.

"The lip and the eyes? Jesus. You're both really going for it," Eddie scowled. "I'm pretty sure this is an illegal move."

"Come on, Eddie, stay strong," Dustin encouraged from behind him.

Robin cackled and moved behind Eddie to stand next to Dustin.

"You know exactly how weak you are, Munson," Robin said. "You already know you're going to fold."

"Don't listen to her, Eddie, you're stronger than that!" Dustin exclaimed.

"We'll do whatever you want, Eddie," Nancy said suggestively.

"Wherever you want," Steve said, rubbing his hand across his chest.

"Okay, I do not like where this is going," Dustin said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You'll do that thing that I've been asking you to do for ages?" Eddie asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Okay, I really don't like where this is going," Dustin said and covered his ears. "Eddie, come on!"

"I figured you of all people would appreciate what I've been wanting them to do," he said, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I do not!" He squeaked.

"Really, because I've been asking them to play D&D for forever," Eddie said, and Dustin dropped his hands in shock. "What did you think we've been implying?"

"N-nothing. Steve, Nance, you'd be willing to play with Hellfire?" Dustin asked, and they nodded. "Hmm, maybe you should fold. Maybe I should fold."

Suddenly, the door opened beside them and Wayne popped his head out of the room.

"Do not tell him, Dustin. Think about your mother, please," Wayne said. "And stop it."

Wayne went back in with a sigh. Nancy giggled against Eddie's chest.

"We were just fucking with you," Nancy said.

"Sorry, baby," Steve grinned.

"You're both sleeping on the couch," he scowled.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Wayne pulled Steve into the room. A moment later, Steve came out with a huge grin on his face and tears in his eyes.

"You know," Robin and Nancy said, narrowing their eyes at Steve.

"Yeah, and I'm not supposed to tell anyone else yet," Steve said, zipping his lips.

"Well, if Claudia wants to keep her secret, I guess I have to respect that," Nancy said, rolling her eyes. "Seeing how it doesn't seem dangerous at all."

"Well, you'll know soon enough, sweetheart," Eddie said. "Just know that Claudia is just fine."

"We're supposed to be getting snacks," Nancy said with a sigh. "I also need to try the Byers again."

"Well, there's a small room up ahead with chairs, a payphone, and snack machines," Eddie said. "I call it the stress eating room."

The group headed in that direction. When they entered the room, Eddie closed the door and leaned against it to give them privacy. Nancy gave a grateful look while she used the payphone and dialed the Byers number that she now knew by heart. She frowned as it rang and rang, but no one answered. She bit her lip as she thought about Mike and the conversation she had with him when she drove him home before he left for California.

"Nancy. . . " Mike sat in the passenger's seat, fidgeting nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Would you think less of me if I told you that I never loved El?" He asked.

Nancy had immediately pulled off to the side of the road and parked it.

"What?" She asked, turning her full attention to him.

"I mean, I loved her, but I don't think I was ever in love with her like a boy is supposed to be in love with a girl," Mike said. "And I think I was trying hard to be because that's what I thought I had to be, you know? Does any of this make sense?"

"I think I'm starting to get the clearer picture here," Nancy said with a smile. "It doesn't make you a bad person. You do love her. . .just in a different way, and that's okay. It's doesn't make your past relationship or your current one any less special."

There had been a long stretch of silence as he stared thoughtfully out the window.

"Nancy. . . I think I'm gay," he said, and then there was another pause. "No, I am gay."

Nancy smiled and reached over to take his hand.

"I love you. Thank you so much for telling me," Nancy said and pulled him into a hug. "I'm proud of you."

"It's okay, right?" Mike asked.

"It's more than okay. Come on, let's get you home."

Nancy cursed and slammed the phone down.

"Still no answer?" Dustin asked.

Nancy shook her head, afraid to speak, her mouth pursed as she struggled to keep the tears at bay. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to find Steve standing there.

"He's going to be okay," Steve said.

"You don't know that," Nancy said, sniffling. "Can you just hold me?"

Steve nodded and pulled her against his chest. Nancy burrowed her face into his shirt, breathing in his scent and letting it calm her down. Eddie was soon pressed up against her back, holding them both and pressing kisses into her hair. Nancy let out a momentary sigh of relief. She tensed up when she felt raised voices coming closer to the room.

"But dad - !" A girl's voice exclaimed.

"Vickie, I know you're upset. I am, too, but don't you think I tried everything to get us into that funeral?" The man's floated through.

"I just want to say goodbye to Chrissy. She's our family. She's my cousin. Unlike Laura, all we ever did was love Chrissy and the fact that she's kept Matty and Chrissy from us for so long. . . We weren't even allowed at Matty's funeral either. It's just so fucked up!" Vickie shrieked.

"I know, baby. This is killing me, too. After her parents, I was the first person to hold both of them when they were born. I looked after Chrissy three days after her birth because Phil had to go to his brother's wedding, and Laura had to attend. I held her as she cried and soothed her when she had a nightmare. I held her right over my heart, just like I did with you," Vickie's dad struggled to speak. "When I get off of work, we'll throw our own little memorial, okay?"

"Okay," Vickie sniffled and paused. "Why did Laura hate them so much just for being different?"

"I don't know, baby. I wish I had the answers myself," he said, and then a pager went off. "Shit!"

"It's okay, dad, go save lives," Vickie said. "I'll get myself a snack."

They all looked at each other with panic in their eyes. This girl was going to come and know that they heard everything. It wasn't like there was any other way to escape the room, either. The door opened, and the first person the redhead looked at was Robin.

"Robin?" Vickie asked.

"Hey, Vickie," Robin said, trying to be casual.

Vickie looked around the room and winced as she wiped at the tears on her face.

"I guess you guys heard all that then," Vickie said.

Nancy rolled her eyes at Dustin and Eddie, who were looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah. We did. Sorry," Nancy said.

"It's okay. We weren't exactly quiet," Vickie said, and that's when she noticed Eddie. "Eddie?"

His head snapped to look at her, and he moved to wring his hands behind his back.

"Yeah?"

"They said they found Chrissy's body at your house," Vickie said.

"Yeah, that's what they told me too," he said quickly.

"You weren't there?" She asked.

"No, I was with my partners," Eddie said.

"Oh, you have your own business?" Vickie asked.

"Um, no, life partners," Eddie replied as Nancy and Steve leaned against him.

"I'm just not thinking clearly today," Vickie said, shaking her head. "That's cool, though. So, you have no clue what happened to Chrissy either?"

"Not really, no," Nancy said which was true.

"Damn," Vickie muttered.

"I'm sorry about your cousin," Robin said, finally said.

"Thanks," Vickie said and paused with a small smile. "Well, one good thing has happened today. I got to see you."

Robin's face turned a bright shade of red as she bit her lip.

"Yeah, I mean, me too," Robin said.

"I think I'm going to go home though, take a nap," Vickie said.

Suddenly, Robin surged forward and opened her mouth before closing it again.

"I could - I could walk you to your car if you want, you know, just in case," Robin said nervously.

"I'd like that," Vickie said with a smile.

Robin started to walk out the door with Vickie, but she glanced over her shoulder for a moment. To Nancy's amusement, Dustin gave her an encouraging thumbs up, grinning in delight. She laughed and shook her head, walking out with Vickie. Pretty soon, Steve, Eddie, and Dustin were arguing over which snacks to get. Nancy watched them, smiling softly. It was true that Dustin had always been her favorite, and maybe it was because she always thought Dustin was the heart of the group. Yeah, Mike had put himself in the position of leader, but like all leaders, he had faults, and sometimes he needed saving even from his own decisions, which is where Lucas came in. If she had to think about it, he was tied with Dustin. In some way, Lucas reminded her of Steve in the way that he felt he had to protect the group even from themselves. Max was quick and snarky, always willing to fight back when she realized that she could. El was their shield, the one to protect them all, but Dustin was the heart, who always managed to bring them home even when they fought amongst themselves. She could see that a little bit of Steve bled through them all, and even Eddie now was bleeding through them as well. Maybe Dustin's heart would somehow lead them back home again.

"What? What is it? Do I have something on my face?" Dustin asked, chocolate smeared across his left cheek.

Nancy laughed, licked her thumb, and started cleaning his cheek. To her horror, it was exactly what her mother does with them.

"Ugh, Nance! That's what my mom does!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Yeah, that's what my mom does too," Nancy winced.

"Well, maybe if you stopped acting like a big messy baby, Henderson, then Mama Nancy wouldn't have to clean it up for you," Eddie said.

"Like you're one to talk, you should see what he does to our room," Steve said.

"I don't know why you're complaining, Stevie. The apartment magically cleans itself," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"The apartment does not. I do that," Steve replied.

"Again, still don't know why you're complaining when I know that you like to take care of us," Eddie said.

"Yeah, that's true," Steve said as he wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist.

"Steve especially loves taking care of Nancy when she's in the zone on one of her late night cramming sessions," Eddie said.

"Is that how those glasses of water and snacks appear?" Nancy asked teasingly.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Steve said.

She walked behind the boys as they carted off their loot back to the waiting room. As she did so, she caught a peak into a door that led to the stairwell. Lucas was leaning against the railings, his shoulders brooding. She pushed it open and closed it behind her.

"Lucas?" Nancy asked.

"I just wanted to stop being messed with for once. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of their cruelty anymore. I mean, I also wanted to play basketball. Not all of them were so bad, you know," Lucas said sadly. "I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt."

"Everyone knows it wasn't your fault, Lucas," Nancy said. "They all know who the real assholes are."

"Isn't it my fault, though?" Lucas asked. "I didn't stop Jason from trying to hunt down Eddie."

"Lucas, you were up against a bunch of jocks who were older than you and who have been playing basketball a lot longer than you have. Your instinct was right. It told you to survive until you could get to us. You did the right thing, Lucas," Nancy said. "You showed them who you are."

"Patrick. . . He was a good guy. He wasn't like them. We all suspected, especially when he showed up to school with a black eye," Lucas said. "I didn't do anything then either."

"What could you have done other than be his friend?" Nancy asked, and Lucas snorted. "Wow, I can't believe how arrogant you are."

"What?" Lucas asked.

"The world must revolve around Lucas Sinclair because everything in the world is his fault," Nancy said and then softened her features. "You keep blaming yourself for everything that was out of your control, then you're headed down a dark path, then you'll really lose control. You can't control how things happen, only how you feel about them."

"You're right," Lucas said, blinking back tears. "I just - Patrick, he didn't deserve to die like that. No one does."

"I know," she said softly. "Come on, we got snacks calling our names."

Lucas and Nancy walked into the waiting room. Lily stood there with her arms crossed, Agent Stinson by her side.

"What the hell happened?" Lily asked.

"The question is where the hell were you?" Nancy asked.

"I asked you first," Lily said and Nancy glared at her.

"Fine. Jason Carver arrived at Claudia's with his basketball players to try and hunt down Eddie because he's got it in his head that Eddie killed Chrissy with his mind," Nancy said. "They broke into Claudia's to try and go after Eddie. We stopped them."

"Jesus," Lily cursed and rubbed her forehead.

"Now answer my question," Nancy said.

"We broke into the school and pulled the files on Miss Cunningham, Mr. Benson, and Mr. McKinney," Lily said.

"Can you do that?" Dustin asked.

"No, that's why we broke in," Lily said and sighed. "We found something that they all had in common."

"What is it?" Nancy asked.

"They've all been seeing the counselor, and according to Ms. Kelly's notes they have some sort of trauma. I'm guessing whoever is doing that is using it against them. Miss Cunningham was clearly abused by her mother and her boyfriend, Mr. Benson was involved in a car accident where someone died, Mr. McKinney was being beaten by his father. Over the last week or so, they all told Miss Kelly that they've been experiencing nightmares, headaches, and - "

"Nosebleeds?" Max asked meekly.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Lily asked.

Max went quiet, and Nancy felt a cold feeling in her chest. No, there was no way.

"Max, baby, have you been experiencing all of those things?" Susan asked.

"Yes," Max said. "I'm next, aren't?"

"No, no, no, no!" Lucas exclaimed. "We're not going to let that happen."

"There's no way in hell that we're going to let that happen," Dustin said.

Lucas was on the verge of tears as he gazed at Max. Susan was holding onto her tightly as she sobbed. Steve and Eddie were both pale as milk as they held each other's hands. Nancy slipped her hand into Steve’s as the nausea hit her stomach. She'd never seen Max look so scared in her whole life, but she could also see how quickly the acceptance had appeared in the young girl's eyes. That was, of course, when Robin walked in with a smile on her face. It quickly fell when she sensed the tension in the room.

"Shit, what the hell happened?"

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OG 6 [Feat. OFCS]!Team's Reactions To Different Versions Of Eva Nelson:

S0 EVA: Origins

M'gann (amazed): Aww!! *heart eyes* You're so cute Evie!!

Eva (timid): *blushes and hides behind Robin* thank you...

Artemis (intrigued): She sounds just like an angel...so precious and sweet.

Eva (pouting): *looks at the boys* you boys see why I don't let them look at my baby pictures.

Conner (smirking): *picks her up and Eva blushes when he does that* why won't you let us see? You're too young to be looking that adorable Eva.

Eva (sulking): I blame my mother's genetics and every beauty pageant I won for these looks.

Kaldur'ahm (amused): *holding a picture given by his girlfriend Ophelia* you mean this picture?

Eva (shocked): *stuttering in fear* How did you get that?

Dick (prideful): Batman took that exact photo when you were six, you look so tiny and adorable for an angel.

Ophelia (excited): That gave me an idea...hey girls...let's go dress her up!!

Eva (scared): *jumps on Wally's back in fear* please run Wally...I don't wanna die like this.

S1 EVA: Legacy

Eva (pouting): *riding Wally's back* I hate being short.

Dick (smirking): Welcome to my life...

Artemis (chuckling): *takes Eva from Wally's back and carries her next* next time lil mouse.

Conner (amused): Sorry Eva, but you're stuck like this till you hit puberty again.

Eva (whimpering in sadness): No...!!!

Kaldur'ahm (whispering): *hugs Eva to his side* Shhh...you will get taller soon.

Eva (pouting): No I won't Kal, I'm stuck skinny and frail unlike the rest of you. I built like a dog bone...with no meat on it.

Wally (laughing hard): DANG EVIE!!

Ophelia (serious): Baby girl, stop putting yourself down...you're perfect.

M'gann (reassuring): *holds Eva's hands* We know you hate your height and size. You'll grow somebody...we promise you.

Eva (sulking): *pouting at the Team* How is that possible M'gann? Remember when Roy banned me from the kitchen one time for not using a stool to grab my cookie jar? Y'all never let me work out and reach the top shelf! You guys are mean!

Everyone: *busted out laughing*

S2 EVA: Invasion

Eva (smirking): I'm getting there guys!

Wally (horrified): No!! I miss you being tiny!

Eva (pissed): Screw you Wally!

Artemis: *walks over to Eva* nah Wall...she's still short.

Eva (shocked): What? Artie, you're bluffing, I'm tall now see?

Team: *stands up next to her with smirks*

Eva (offended): I take that back...screw you guys so much.

Dick (smirking): Eva, you did that with me last night.

Eva (blushing madly): RICHARD!!!!!

S3 EVA: Outsiders

Eva (pouting): *crossing her arms*

M'gann (amused): You're still mad about not getting your next growth spurt?

Eva (seething): Yes...

Conner (smirking): Still the shortest founder in this team Evie.

Kaldur'ahm: *patting her head and holding her in his arms*

Ophelia (smiling): Sadly...and she's pregnant with some flying Grayson twins.

Dick (cackling), Artemis (laughing) & Wally (snickering): *rubbing her swollen stomach gently*

S4 EVA: Phantoms

Eva (proud): *holding her babies* No more damn short jokes...I'm close to Artie's height as I know since these babies were born.

Dick (smirking): But we're still calling you our little kitten.

Eva (livid): You stuck on the couch till I say so Richie, our son and daughter are moving in with their mommy.

Wally (laughing): Told you man.

Eva: *hands her kids to Artemis and Wally* I'm tired and these kids drove me nuts...watch them for me please?

Artemis (smiling): Anything for these babies.

S5 EVA: Enhanced

Eva (saddened): No...

Kaldur'ahm: *hugs Eva* Fate took a turn on you my dear friend.

Conner: *picks her up* Feel better?

Eva (defeated): I'm short and I've given up...I'll stay small for you guys...forever.

M'gann (smiling): *levitates Eva down from Conner's arms* We love you no matter what.

Ophelia (smiling): Never forget that Evie.

Team: *hugging Eva*

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Anywhere But Here, Chapter 7

Taglist: @fuckmeupeds @rockautumnviking@hazzaismyreligion@iratetourist @xcatnapsx @haylaansmi @iamaslutforcoffee @tlclick73 @eclipseeetop @lullaapots @benztrip @micheledawn1975 CW: Angsty Angst Anywhere But Here Masterlist

It was still too early to tell anything, but the slight possibility that you were pregnant was enough to scare the living shit out of you. You had let every single wall you had built so high up completely crumble whenever it came to Eddie. You let him in in every single way you swore not to. You weren’t ready for a child, you weren’t ready to become a mother in any sense of the word.

“Y/N?” Sam, your best friends voice, came from behind you as she walked into your RV.

You were thankful the record label made well on offering you a separate bus. It was smaller than the tour bus but you didn’t need a lot of space seeing as it was on you and Sam at this moment.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to talk about this or just sit there with that look on your face?”

“She’s still on the bus with him,” you said, picking at the thread on the couch, “She was supposed to leave last night and I seen her get on the bus with him.”

“Y/N,” Sam sighed, “Please...please don’t fucking let this get to you. Eddie is an asshole and we’ve discovered it early enough for you to not get to hurt over it, yeah?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, whispering a meek, “Yeah.”

Sam sighed softly and sat beside of you as you looked up at her, tears brimmed with unshed tears that threatened to fall. You bowed your head to hide the shame and whispered, “Except he’s not an asshole. The guy I knew wasn’t an asshole, at least. It’s like – FUCK!” you scoffed, anger running through your veins, “Why him? Ya know? I’ve been on tours with guys most girls would drop to their fucking knees for in a heartbeat.”

“Does he know?” Sam asked, watching as you stood up and paced back and forth in the small cramped area, “That you think your…”

“No,” you shook your head, “And I don’t think it. I fear it. I am not ready for a baby and neither is that manipulative motherfucker. I feel sorry for the kid that does exist.” A scoff left your lips and you immediately felt bad for saying that. You didn’t know what Eddie was like as a father. You didn’t know anything about him apparently.

You heard the air breaks let out and you looked out the window to see you were stopping at a shopping center. Another day off and you were thankful for it. You and Sam could get out and have fun, let your mind get off the topics of what might be brewing.

You were going to have fun, dammit.

Your RV parked next to the tour bus and you and Sam walked off, arms linked, to the nearest restaurant which unfortunately was a KFC, but beggars couldn’t be choosy and you were starving. You were in line, laughing and picking with Sam, when the door opened and the guys walked in, sans Stacy which was a shock seeing as she hadn’t left his side since arriving at the hotel.

You had to manage the stuff that went down on the tour. You didn’t have to be friends with them – with him especially.

They all had plenty of times to tell you that he was taken and yet, they sided with their friend. Understandable but not moral.

So you turned your back to them when you realized Eddie was the first to file into the line, putting him right behind you until Sam snatched you forward and stood in between the two of you, giving Eddie one hateful stare, before the two of you returned to your conversation.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he shoved something white in your pocket book that was hanging off your shoulder. It looked like wadded up paper and he did it so nonchalantly that you almost missed it.

“For later,” he said, eyes locking on yours for a split second. You could faintly see his lip was still busted from the previous night and felt a pang of guilt in the pit of your stomach. You weren’t a violent person – hell, you’d never even been in a fight, and yet you backhanded him like he was some irrelevant man who meant nothing to you. You were no better than he was.

You nodded slightly and then turned to step up to the counter to place your order.

You and Sam were sitting outside at the tables to the left of the restaurant when you seen Stacy stumbling off of the tour bus. Her hair was messy, her clothes halfway put on, and you were sure that she had just rolled out of bed.

“Is that her?” Sam laughed a little too loud as you followed her gaze.

“Yeah,” you snorted, “Neat looking thing, isn’t she?”

“You got the thing part right,” Sam snorted, “He can sure pick a trashy girl, can’t he?”

“Yeah, well, that’s the look, right?”

“Yeah, for Pam Anderson. Not Stacy.” Sam laughed, “Jesus…fuck a pregnancy test, you might need to get tested for other things-”

“SAM!” You whined, playfully punching her arm, “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam held her hands up defensively, “You’re the one that slept with him.”

Your eyes cut to her and she nodded, “Yeah. That was a low blow. I’m sorry.”

“I slept with him before I knew he had that thing before me.” You sighed softly, “Sam...do me a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Never let me get that hard up for a man,” you said, watching as Stacy fixed her smeared lipstick in a cars side mirror and fluffed her hair up, “She’s going into a goddamned KFC and is trying to look like a beauty queen.”

Stacy walked into the restaurant and was back outside in a few seconds, Eddie escorting her out by her arm. You and Sam shared a quick glance and then both looked back at them.

“I told you to stay on the bus, Stacy.” Eddie shook his head, “You’re too fucked up to be in public like this.”

“Eddie, I’m just getting something to eat.” She frowned.

“No, you’re not. I said we’d bring you something back.” Eddie pointed to the bus and shook his head, “Go back to bed.”

You could tell by his body language he wasn’t exactly enjoying her company. When she threw her arms around his neck and leaned into him, causing him to stumble back a few steps, that’s when you realized what was happening. He held his hands up and tried to shimmy her off of him, but in her inebriated state, there was no denying that she was missing the cues. She was saying something into his ear as he tried to get her to stand straight back up.

People walking in and out of the restaurant were looking at them suspiciously and you knew if there were any cops called, you’d be the one answering to the record company. Against your better judgment, and Sam’s hand holding you back, you stood up and walked over to them with your hands in your pockets.

“What’s going on?” You asked them both.

“She’s just a little bit drunk still,” Eddie sighed, “She missed her flight this morning.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to do something with her.” You shrugged, “Label won’t pay for groupies to travel along with the bands.”

“Groupie?” She shot up from his chest and turned around to look at you, instantly laughing as she realized who you were, “Oh...you’re the one fucking my husband, but I’m the groupie? Yeah, okay.”

“Well, I didn’t know he was even married because he didn’t tell me a goddamned thing about you,” you shrugged, “So I mean...you weren’t included on the travel list and that means you have to go. You have to be off the bus by tonight or I’ll have you removed.”

“You can’t fucking remove me from anything,” Stacy laughed loudly, “I’d like to see you try, though.”

“I can and I will.” You looked between her and Eddie, “So try me.”

“We’ll find her a way out of here tonight,” Eddie sighed, “Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about someone who wasn’t worth mentioning to me in the first place, Eddie.” You shrugged your shoulders, “I guess I’m worried a little bit about you, but her?...nah.”

“You don’t have to worry about my husband,” Stacy grinned as she drunkenly walked closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I took real good care of him last night in the back lounge.”

You went to shrug her hand off but it was smacked away from you and you turned to look at Sam standing behind you defiantly.

“Stacy, that’s enough.” Eddie eyed the two of you and then tried to pull her back away from you, “Just shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Sam warned her, “She might not fuck you up, but I will, cunt.”

“I’m standing right here.” Stacy laughed, staggering a bit as she threw her hands in the arm, “Come get me, slut.”

“Fuck you,” Sam spat at her.

“Sam, let’s go. They’re not worth it.” You tried to pull her away from the two of them but moving Sam when she was determined was no easy feat.

“Stacy, enough.” Eddie said sternly, “You’re just fucking lying anyway.”

“You shut the fuck up,” Stacy whirled around to glare at Eddie. You watched as she shoved him backwards roughly. His cheeks seemed to flush red. Embarrassment. He was embarrassed of her. That was certain and for good reason, too. She was making a scene.

“Just get on the bus and go back to bed,” Eddie sighed.

“Fuck you, Eddie. You know this is all your fault anyway. If I had never met you, I’d have been better off. You’re fucking trash, Eddie Munson, trailer fucking trash and that’s all you’ll ever be.” Stacy glared at him as she hit his chest, “You fucked up your own life and you’re trying to take me down with you. What? You think just cause you got out of the trailer park that everything’s going to change? Maddie hates you. Your daughter fucking hates your guts. The kid that neither of us wanted, remember her? She’s two and she hates you, too. Wayne, Dustin, all of them...they fucking hate you. They told me they were glad you left, that you’re just a talentless piece of shit trying to make it big in a world that will chew you up and spit you out because you’re spineless. You’re a fucking spineless, piece of shit coward. I am the only good thing that ever existed in your life and wanted a divorce from me? You wanted to fucking leave me, you stup-”

“That’s enough!” You shouted, jerking her back by her hair, ripping her off of Eddie who was doing absolutely nothing to stick up for himself.

The guys were rushing out of the restaurant and just as they got close enough to step in, Stacy turned around and slapped you so hard it nearly rattled your brain. You couldn’t remember what happened next, all you remember is there was blood and blonde extensions ripped out all over the parking lot. They tried to get you two separated but by the time you were finished with her, Stacy’s face was beat red with blood and your hand prints.

Sam finally got you away from her, along with the help of the guys, and forced you to go back down to the table you were sitting at. Your hands were shaking and you were sure you looked like a mess, but with the way she was talking to Eddie, you didn’t feel bad about it at all. Why did you stick up for him anyway?

You sat and watched as the police cars flew into the parking lot and you were sure you were getting ready to be arrested, but to your surprise, it was Stacy that ended up leaving in handcuffs.

Gareth and Jeff made their way over to you, sitting down at the table on either side of you. You weren’t sure what either of them wanted, or what they were up to, but as you cleaned the small amount of blood off of your face, you didn’t care.

“Thank you for that,” Gareth spoke first. Your face must’ve been shocked by the way he laughed slightly, “We wanted to talk to you last night but Eddie wanted to handle it himself...but Stacy...Stacy has been a thorn in our side for years now.”

“He has a restraining order against her,” Jeff nodded, “But he didn’t want to cause a scene with police at the hotel.”

“They arrested her for breaking the order,” Gareth sighed, following your gaze over to where Eddie was standing, talking to a police officer. He looked embarrassed and disheveled and you felt awful for him, but deep down...you were still angry.

“She’s a fuckin’ wacko.” Sam sighed.

“She’s not a good person, Y/N. That’s why I tried to stop her at the hotel.” Gareth sighed, “Listen...I don’t know exactly what all has gone on between you and Eddie. I don’t know why he didn’t tell you himself what was going on. I don’t know. That’s not my business, really...but he’s soft hearted...he always has been.”

“Don’t try to talk her into talking to him again,” Sam said as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the two men beside of you, “She’ll do it when she’s good and ready, understood?”

“We do – we do,” Gareth nodded, “We’re not here to try and right the wrongs. I just know Eddie very well and I know he’s embarrassed by all of this.”

“It could’ve been avoided if he just told me, Gareth.” You frowned, “I would’ve...fuck, I don’t know what I would’ve done, but I would’ve expected an angry wife either way.”

Gareth nodded and looked back at Eddie who was lighting a cigarette, “He’s a good guy, Y/N. Just...maybe don’t hate him for the rest of the tour, okay? The bus feels weird without you there anyway.”

You and Sam shared a look as you watched the two of the men walk back over and comfort their friend, a silent hand on the back of Eddie’s shoulder as he bent forward with his hands on his knees. You had a lot of questions and the only one that could answer them was Eddie himself.

You were thankful that the record label got you another hotel for the night. It was rare they provided two in a row, but as luck has it, they were being accommodating. You passed the room keys out to the guys, giving Eddie once quick glance over. He wasn’t his normal chipper self at all.

“I don’t care what you guys get into, just be back here by 4 PM tomorrow. That’s when we roll out, yeah?” Your eyes roved over all of them as they nodded in silent agreement.

“I’m in room 507 if you need anything,” You said, watching as the guys walked down into the hallway, Eddie leading the pack with a small bag tossed over his shoulder.

“I’m a little worried about him,” you said as you looked up at Sam, the two of you trailing behind as you followed them to the elevators, “He’s being quiet.”

“He just got embarrassed in front of everyone,” Sam frowned, “Maybe you should try and talk to him? Since she’s gone now...maybe you can get it all out?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned, “Still a bit uneasy feeling around him.”

“You will be until you talk to him.” Sam said, watching as the elevator door shut and then turned to you, “And he’s fuckin’ hot, Y/N. I get it…but men like him don’t exist back home, ya know? He’s got some issues, sure, but...you’re not a saint, either.”

Placing your things in the room, you remembered to check your pocketbook while Sam was in the bathroom, taking a shower. You sat down on the bed searched through your pocket book until you found it. It was a folded up scrap piece of paper that had what looked like scratched out song lyrics on one side. You turned it over and seen in his scribbled handwriting words that broke your heart:

Y/N, Please get rid of her. I’ve tried for two years now and nothing works. I don’t want to involve the police and make a scene. I have a domestic abuse restraining order against her pending our divorce. I know you hate me. Please just get rid of her. I won’t ask for anything else from you. Thank you, Eds.

And with a little bit of pep talk in your shared hotel room, and the promise of not taking too long so you two could still go out for drinks, you found yourself standing at Eddie’s hotel door. You could hear the television playing in the room as you knocked softly.

“Eds, it’s me….I don’t want to argue anymore. I just want to talk, yeah?” You said through the door, resting your head against the cool door frame.

It took him a second to open the door, but when he did, you felt your heart break in your chest. He had been crying, evident by his puffy red eyes and red nose. He opened the door wide enough to let you step inside and the closed it behind you.

“You need something?” He asked softly.

“I want to talk,” you said softly, “Are you okay to talk?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I guess so. I’m-”

“Are you sober?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I haven’t done anything since last night. Promise.”

You followed him out onto the patio as he lit a cigarette and leaned over the banister, watching him from your spot on on the small chair that was situated in the corner. His hands were trembling and you weren’t sure if it was from withdrawals or the emotions of the day. You weren’t sure of anything anymore when it came to him.

“How long have you been using?” You frowned, “Have you been high this entire time?”

“No,” he shook his head adamantly, “I just wanted to let loose a little, ya know? I kicked the addiction when she got pregnant with Madison but I just wanted to have a fun night.”

“Madison is a pretty name,” you said softly as you looked over at him, watching as he took a long shaky drag, “How old is she?”

“She’s uh...she’s two.” He said and you could see him swallow the lump in his throat, “She lives with my uncle Wayne right now.”

“Wayne who raised you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Good ole Wayne Munson.”

“When did you get married?”

“Fresh out of high school,” he snorted, “Two junkies thinking we could make it in this fucking world. She’s the one that got me hooked on the shit in the first place. I just...i thought I could get away from it all, you know? We got signed and I thought everything would change.”

“Eddie-”

“I am a coward,” he said, wiping his nose on his shoulder, “She’s exactly right. I’m a coward and I fuckin’ run from all of my problems.”

His cigarette burned orange out on the dark patio. You watched as he took a long drag and sat down, then leaned back against the wall behind him, pulling his knees to his chest.

“I have a kid who doesn’t even know me,” He sniffed roughly, “She’s beautiful, too. God, she’s gorgeous and she’s so full of life and I...I know nothing about her. I know Wayne’s got her. He’ll raise her good, ya know? He’s a good dad...he was the best option for me too when I was younger.”

“Why didn’t you want her – Maddie? Why didn’t you want Maddie?” Your voice was soft.

“Because I was scared,” he said, shakily exhaling the smoke, “I didn’t know how to be a dad. I read something that we all end up like our fathers. And if I would have stayed with Stacy, Y/N, I’d be on death row just like he is cause I would’ve fuckin’ killed her. It’s always been like that with her. She fucks everything up for me. I didn’t want Maddie to grow up like I did. She didn’t deserve to see the shit that I did and I panicked and left her there at Wayne’s, just like my dad did to my mom and me more than once.”

“Eddie-”

“I know I’m not like him. I never hit Stacy – even when she was beating me, I never hit her back. But I’m just no better than him when it comes to being a dad.” He laughed sarcastically, “And you. I fucking hurt you.”

“You did hurt me,” you nodded, “But that’s nothing to beat yourself up over anymore. I can see why you wanted to ignore her existence...but Eds, you could’ve told me that you were separated at least. I opened up to you and told you things that I’ve never told another soul...I thought we knew each other, but it turns out that I know nothing about you at all, really. I don’t know what I can trust anymore.”

“I didn’t lie about anything else,” he said, finally getting the balls to turn and look you straight in the eye, “I just didn’t expect you to...mean so much to me, you know? Like I – I never expected to come out on tour and fall in love with you.”

“Neither of us did.”

“I thought flirting was as far as I’d get and then...we kissed and nothing had ever felt that right to me before. No one ever felt that good against me,” he snorted, “No one has ever felt like you have, Y/N.”

“I can’t say that I forgive you,” you said softly, “Not right away. I’m sorry that I freaked out and didn’t listen to you….and I’m sorry that she treated you like that. I’m not sorry that I beat her ass, though.”

He laughed softly as he leaned his head back against the wall and stared up at the night sky, “She deserved that.”

“Jeff and Gareth said you had a restraining order against her,” you said as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Do you really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I do. It’s what started the separation. Maddie was just a baby and she slapped her out of my arms when I was trying to feed her. The baby wouldn’t quit crying after that and I didn’t know what to do, so I took her to the hospital. The workers there gave me the resources I needed, ya know?...took Maddie, dumped her at Wayne’s...and I fucking ran from all three of them.”

“Have you seen her since then? Maddie?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I visit...and I pay Wayne as much as I can...I just think their lives would be better if I wasn’t in it. Wayne’ll do right by her. I know he will. He stuck with me through thick and thin and my thin got real thin several times...but if I’m not around them, then I can’t hurt them anymore.”

You found yourself moving closer to sit on the patio next to him, hearing his sniffles come back and you knew he was on the brink of tears again. You bit back your own tears as you watched his shoulders shake with silent sobs as he leaned forward, burying his face in his lap. He was silent for a few minutes as you gently stroked his back, fingers moving over smooth bare skin in an attempt to calm him down.

“Y/N,” he said as he looked back at you, “I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. I just...I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”

And you knew, deep down, he was. The way his face looked when he said the words resonated deeply inside of you and you reached out, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him against you as you. He tensed at first, arms stilling himself, and he realized who you were and where he was, and he melted against you.

“Can we start over?” He mumbled against your chest, “Please?”

#Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Stranger Things fanfic #Stranger thigns #Eddie Munson AU #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson #angst #Thefreakymunson

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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Blooming Flower

A sequel to the Fall of the Queen piece. It's not necessary to read the first part. Have a good day, everyone!

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The old school queen SinB was no more; after some rough fucking and training, she was just your pet. The school would often see the two of you together; SinB was a cumdump for you. It didn’t matter where or when; say the word, and Sinb would spread her legs for you. As you go through the school, groping SinB’s ass, you’re approached by another student. It was Eunha; everyone knew her as a sweet and shy girl. As she looks up at you, her pursed lips show her determination, as her body shakes out of nervousness. “Is something wrong, Eunha?”

“I-I want to be dominated.” Halfway through her sentence, Eunha looked away from you, her embarrassment overcoming her. You were confused hearing Eunha say that, and you weren’t entirely sure you heard her right, but you were confident enough that you would ask her.

You lean down beside her ear and whisper to her, “Did I hear you right? You want me to dominate you?”

Eunha nods her head quickly, biting her bottom lip. She starts to ramble out of nervousness, “I saw what you did to SinB before she started to wear all these outfits and be your plaything, and I want to try that too.”

You shush her. “Slow down, Eunha. We can talk about this later. For now, come with me.” You put your arm around her shoulder as she joins you and SinB. You begin the walk to your place, a beautiful woman on each arm. Having Eunha beside you, you feel nervous energy emanating from her. You glance at her occasionally, looking her up and down. Eunha was a short woman with a small bust. She did have some shapely legs and a good ass, though. When your party arrives at your dorm room, you escort them inside. SinB and Eunha sit down on the couch. “Now we can talk freely. So Eunha, you said you saw what I did to SinB?”

She nods her head. “I saw everything; I saw how you fucked her and made her walk to her dorm covered in cum and with her clothes torn.” Eunha grabs onto the end of her skirt and looks down at the floor in shame. “I got wet watching you fuck SinB, and I really want to try the same thing.”

“I don’t want you to fuck her,” SinB says once Eunha finishes speaking. Her voice is firm, reminding you of when she was the big bad of the school. You walk over to SinB and raise her head, your hand on her chin.

“That’s not your choice SinB. I think you trying to get a say in this deserves a punishment; I won’t be fucking you for a whole week.” SinB’s eyes go wide in shock as she listens to you. She drops to her knees and grabs onto your leg.

“No, wait! I-I need you! Please don’t punish me! I won’t do it again, I promise!”

“It’s too late for that SinB; go home and use your toys.”

“I don’t want to go home! Please let me stay! Use me however you want.” You feel the desperation in SinB’s voice; she lived for you and your cock at this point.

You slap SinB across the face. “Go home and use your toys before I make your punishment worse.” SinB holds her face, and on the verge of tears, she gets up and leaves. Your focus shifts to Eunha, who’s looking right at you in awe. She’s rubbing her pussy through her clothes; it seems like she’s doing it unconsciously, as when you look down at her skirt, she notices what she’s been doing and stops. You cup Eunha’s cheek. “You’ve been a naughty girl Eunha, masturbating to me treating SinB like that. I’m going to have to train you like her. The first rule is always to follow my orders. So, strip for me, Eunha.”

Eunha stands and starts to strip down, removing her jumper and then undoing her tie. She pauses for a moment as she starts to undo the buttons of her shirt. You nod as she looks at you, and she unbuttons her shirt. Eunha lets her shirt slip off her body, and she now stands in just her matching white bra and panties. Looking her over, there’s a wet spot where she was rubbing herself. Now that you have a better look at Eunha’s body, you look over her thick thighs. You start to imagine what you’re going to do to Eunha as she finishes stripping for you. She stands there covering her tits and pussy from your view. You step towards her and move her hand away. “Don’t cover yourself, Eunha; I want to see all of you.”

She slowly uncovers her body, and you see her light skin, pretty pink nipples on her perky tits, and wet pussy lips. You place a hand on her shoulder and press lightly on it; Eunha gets on her knees and starts to undo your belt buckle. She pulls down your pants, leaving your boxers on your bulge. Eunha sees the large bulge in your boxers; as she grips the top of your boxers, she quickly pulls them down and causes your cock to slap her forehead. Grabbing onto your cock you trace Eunha's lips before parting them as you push into her mouth. Eunha’s tongue slides along the underside of your cock as you push in. Grabbing both sides of Eunha's head, you start slowly thrusting; you plan on getting her used to this before becoming rougher. Looking at Eunha has her eyes closed, and she’s fingering herself as you thrust into her. Your thrusts start to grow rougher as you push into the back of her mouth. Eunha’s eyes open up, and she looks up at you with a worried expression. Eunha’s mouth felt great; the way her lips wrapped around your cock and the way she used her tongue were so different than SinB. Eunha would take the split second you pulled out to rub the head of your cock with her tongue before you rammed back into her mouth. You start to buck your hips wildly; Eunha slaps your thigh as she struggles to breathe. Nearing your orgasm, you ignore Eunha and keep thrusting. As your cock pulses in Eunha’s mouth, you start pouring your cum down her throat. You pull out of her mouth with the final spurts of cum covering Eunha’s lips. Eunha coughs as she tries to catch her breath.

You lightly slap her cheek. “You did well for your first time; you’ll get better with some more experience.” You pull Eunha to her feet before bending her over the couch; grabbing your cock you slide between her thighs, rubbing against her lower lips. Eunha whimpers as you tease her. While not providing you the most pleasure, the feeling of sliding between Eunha’s thighs was wonderful. They were slick with Eunha’s juices and soft like pillows. Rubbing against Eunha’s pussy causes her body to quiver in anticipation.

As you thrust, you hear Eunha whimper softly, “Please.”

“What was that, Eunha?”

In a louder voice, Eunha says, “Please.”

“Please, what?” You want Eunha to say those words, to beg for you.

In a quiet voice, then a louder one, Eunha says, “Please fuck me. Fuck my pussy.” You pull out from her thighs and push through her lower lips into her pussy. Eunha’s pussy was much tighter than SinB’s, it gripped onto your cock, and you could feel every groove. You moan as you bask in the glory of her pussy. Eunha moans, too, finally getting to feel your cock inside her. You start your thrusts at a slow pace before quickly speeding up. Each thrust impales Eunha, her body jumping forward. Holding onto her hips, you grow rougher and spank her. She yelps with every smack, and soon her cheeks turn red; a hand print outlined there. You let go of Eunha's hips and grabbed her arms, pulling them back, making her arch her back. Eunha becomes louder as she gets lost in the pleasure. She lost her mind and stopped restraining herself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” is all she can say as you keep pounding her from behind.

Eunha starts screaming out as the walls of her pussy tighten around your cock. She’s almost painfully tight as you keep thrusting, Eunha cums on your cock, and you release her arms. Her body crumples onto the couch, and her ass sticks into the air. “Eunha, you came too quickly; I need to punish you for that.” Spreading her ass cheeks, you press the head of your cock against her asshole. There’s incredible resistance as you push into her ass.

Eunha shrieks as you push in. “You’re too big! You won’t fit!” Ignoring her, you push inside her inch by inch, her ass squeezing down on you with tremendous pressure. The sensation of Eunha’s ass parting for your cock is heavenly. Waves of pleasure rush over you with each inch you push inside. When you’re finally fully inside her, you take a short break allowing both of you to adjust. Eunha pants as she recovers. “You’re stretching my ass out.” Not saying a word, you start your thrusts; they get quicker over time as your cock covered in Eunha’s juices makes her walls slick. Eunha starts moaning as she finally starts enjoying this. Eunha's tight asshole made things hard for you as you felt your orgasm slowly approaching. Lucky for you, Eunha seemed to be on the verge of cumming too. The walls of her ass started to squeeze down on your cock. You stop your thrusting leaving yourself fully embedded in her ass.

Eunha looks back in confusion. “Why did you stop? I was so close to cumming.”

“Who said you could cum, Eunha?”

“I-I… please let cum. Make me cum” Eunha uses her puppy eyes to try and convince you. She didn’t need to do that; you just wanted to hear her beg for more, and you used this as an opportunity to recover. Thrusting into her again, you go as fast and rough as possible. “Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she screams. Eunha’s wall tightens around you again as your cock pulses inside her ass. Impaling her with your final thrust, you start pouring your seed into her ass, and at the same time, Eunha’s juices flow onto the floor. Pulling out of Eunha’s ass, you sit on the couch next to her collapsed body. Eunha immediately scoots over to your cock and starts bobbing her head, taking everything she can.

“That’s a good girl. Eunha, I’m going to be your master from now on, got that?” Eunha nods her head as she continues to suck your cock. You put a hand on her head, relishing the moment. The next day, you and Eunha leave your place and head over to SinB, the shy and proper girl everyone knew as Eunha, was now another toy for you to use. You made sure to pump a few loads into her ass and pussy and cover her face before you left. She leaves a trail of your cum as she walks through the school. Eunha would be your greatest prize, an obedient little toy for you once she was fully trained.

#eunha smut #kpop smut #male reader #gfriend smut #viviz smut

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sketchfanda · 2 months

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A Little Moxxie Love:Barbie girl,not a Barbie World

God himself only knows how bad things got and what went down between Blitzo and his sister Barbie Wire for her to hate the imp so much that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him in her life. Christ on a stick she could only hope that shitshow at that Summer camp was the last that she'd ever see of that emotional trainwreck but somehow she had a feeling her luck would be that shitty. The very idea was enough to drive her to drink and that was just exactly what she did, chugging down some of the strongest stuff they had in whatever dive or watering hole she could find to kill her brain cells. Okay so what she got a hangover out of it, it’d be fucking worth it if you asked her!!

At least that was what she tells herself at the time but the splitting headache and blurry vision she had the next morning was a very different story. Her brain feeling like someone was banging a wrecking ball against it as the crawling of a roach sounded way too loud, she opened her eyes to find an unfamiliar ceiling of what was no doubt some cheap ratty speak easy motel. Her body numb and sore all over which could only be signs that she had gotten laid and pretty damn well, Christ on a stick she could smell and feel the stickiness. Wincing as she sat up, vision clearing and adjusting while taking in a mental survey of the damage to the room.

Barbie:”Daaaaaamn when I get drunk, I get drunk…”*Fishing around for her phone as she found it on the floor, she checked the time to find but noticed something peculiar. Apparently her notifications claimed her photo gallery was loaded enough to a point her phone’s memory was almost full.*”How in the fuck? It wasn’t even anywhere 50% last night…….”*Sweet Anti-Christ she hoped she hadn't done anything stupid and fucked up like her brother had, but it was hard to top the guy who stole Verosika Mayday's credit cards after boning her, ditching her then maxing said cards out on horse riding lessons. Seriously, what was up with him and the horses?*

Deciding to chance it and hope there wasn't anything too cringe or incriminating, she unlocked her phone and started with the photos first in order oldest and most recent. Feeling her eyes widen and her jaw drop in absolute shock to find herself in what were very borderline compromising, NSFW type positions and poses. Nudes, lewd selfies and the like all ranging from very sloppy, open air tongue kisses between herself and all too familiar face. That damn little crossdressing pipsqueak underling of her brother's who was undercover trying to bust up her little summer camp smuggling operation!!

Now that she thought about it, apparently something happened not long after she made her escape from Blitzo and his clingy bullshit that went viral involving him and Mill-something, christ what were their names? It still escaped her but each and every picture she examined brought back hazy liquor fuelled moments of the past night in a hazy yet vivid lucidty. Making out with him as he felt up her tits and ass, oh especially her tight bubbly crimson red ass, the phantom sensations of swift stinging slaps making those cheeks clap, the feel of his breath she hugged and held his face in between her perky tits.....Sweet unholy whore of Babylon was she getting wet right now?!! Looking down at her crotch to find not only was that the case but what in all the 9 circles, how much jizz was that?

On further reflection at how sticky she was all over and especially between her legs but also the trashed state of her motel room, Barbie began to wonder not how far she went with..Moxxie, yeah that was the little dude's name, but just how the fuck did get this way? Deciding her memory refresh had to take the plunge down the night before rabbit hole as she began to examine the videos and suffice to say, if she found her body getting treacherously turned on before? Any and all sense of shame went out the window as her morbid curiosity took the helm, tapping play on the first one. Her face soon blushing so badly that it was making her natural skintone look pale as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped further as the audio kicked in.

The Videos all varied in terms of length ranging from a handful of seconds to minutes but all the same as each one kicked in after the other, it came back to Barbie like the rush of pain from taking a mountain goat headbutt to the cooch. Witnessing herself giving Moxxie a blowjob, her eyes glowing with lust as she bobbed her head on what could only be called the biggest cock she'd ever seen!! One that she saw herself choking on in the video as the imp grasped her curved horns and gave her an intense powerful facefucking. Only just occurring to the rehabbed ex circus girl that if she and Moxxie had their hands occupied here...then who the fuck in all the 7 sins was holding the camera?!

A query of course that briefly became forgotten as the video of her blowjob in what could only be considered a corner of whatever watering hole she'd been in last night transitioned into a video of her in what seemed to be the back seat of a very large car, a limo perhaps even? All she could tell was that she was sitting back moaning like a pornstar as Moxxie was eating her out and goddamn if he didn't seem to have quite the gifted tongue. Especially with how her video self was holding onto his horns for dear life as if not wanting him to pry off away from her slit. But then what followed was what had likely lead to her waking up here and now.

There was no mistaking the motel room even in its current undemolished state as it began with her and Moxxie making out in drunken passion as they stripped each naked. Whoever their camera-man or woman even going by the voice(s?) cheering them on as the sequence of videos indicated the passing of time and the progress of the demolition of the room. A dent in the wall as Moxxie pinned her up against it and jackhammered into her like some kind of sex machine, the couch knocked and flipped over as she was bent over it to be taken doggy style before pinned in a mating press with her legs spread up in the air. And of course the absolute declining state of the mattress and bedsheets as she and the secret stud went through a veritable kama sutra of positions.

Each and every video filled in the gaps as her haze cleared with clarity and her body tingled with the phantom sensations of pleasure. The final video playing showing her sleeping, curled in a cozy foetal postion, cum oozing from her overflowing snatch and crimson red skin glistening with sweat. All the while the cutely sleeping little possum was being carried away by some hellhound girl who was cradling him gently so as to not disturb him as the camera turned to show an imp girl who shot her a wink and a smile. Barbie of course managing to recognise her as Moxxie's dam wife who kept her attention as she left her a message.

Millie:"If you ever wanna know how good it is when you're sober, left you a note. Just give us a call and I'm sure we can arrange something..."*Millie of course punctuated this remark with a little kiss blown at the camera. The video finishing leaving barbie to reflect on this media gallery filled with evidence of what had to be the best fuck of her life that she just barely would've remembered. her pussy gushing as it hit her that after that night? No other guy would be able to even come close to that!!*

Barbie of course tried to debate the pros and cons of this as she mulled Millie's words over, finding the aforementioned note pinned on the nightstand by a knife. On the one hand this risked the chance of running into her emotional headcase fuck-up of a brother buuuuuuut it meant getting herself another dose of Moxxie love. It took a few minutes that felt like an eternity before Barbie decided "Fuck it...." and reached for the note. If anything least becoming a moxxie sex addict would be better than the booze and drugs sending her back to fuckdamn rehab, that was for sure!!

#sketchfan #sketchfan85 #sketchfanda #helluva boss #barbie wire #moxxie #helluva millie #helluva boss millie #helluva moxxie #helluva boss moxxie #loona helluva boss

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thatforgottenbasilisk · 4 months

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miles morales hides an interdimensional fugitive in his dorm room (not clickbait)

Words: 2382 (AO3)

Summary:

In which the first person that Miles sees again, after ages of silence from the other spider-people, isn't Gwen. It's not someone with ulterior motives, but someone who's got nowhere else to go. Someone who's been backed into a corner, someone who's lost everything all over again, who knows that Miles, for all of his faults and inexperience in his role as Spider-man, will be able to help.

It is, of all people, Peni Parker.

For Whumptober 2023 Day 5, Prompt #3: "It's broken."

Miles wishes that the interdimensional rifts would time themselves to open when he does things that look cool, instead of... hanging out at home and doing whatever.

Thankfully, he's only been interrupted from doing some sketching, which- he could've been reading something, maybe, so he'd look smarter- isn't the worst thing to be shocked out of doing by the sudden arrival of an interdimensional version of not-you-but-the-mask-that-you-wear-to-beat-up-criminals.

That was a mouthful. More succinctly, it isn't the worst thing to be shocked out of doing by the sudden arrival of Peni Parker.

When Miles is done with his miniature heart attack from seeing a girl that he last met six months ago crash-landing into his bedroom, he notices that Peni is... not nearly as cheerful as she was when he last saw her. She barely seems to acknowledge him at all, instead kneeling on the floor and staring at something in her hands. She fell from the ceiling without a word, and she must have assumed her loosely kneeling position as Miles fell off his chair in surprise.

Still, it leads to where they are now, Miles haphazardly crawling over to Peni in lieu of standing up, while Peni stares at what is quickly becoming apparent as injuries lacing her hands, with a few shards of what looks like glass sticking out of them. Her clothes and face are somewhat beaten, too, with cuts and scrapes all over her body.

"Peni, what- "

"It's broken. Everything- everything is broken, Miles."

That... clears up exactly nothing.

"Peni, why are you here?" He doesn't mean to be rude, but it's seeming more and more like that's a time-sensitive question, considering that Peni dropped in from thin air looking like she just escaped from a fight outside of her crazy mech suit, which she seems to be missing entirely. She either hasn't had time to rebuild it, or she did make a new one and it got busted up, probably by the same people who did this to her.

The question seems to shock her out of her reverie, and she makes to stand, apologizing, of all things. "Sorry for barging in like this, Miles, I know you haven't seen me in forever and none of us have contacted you or anything, I'll just- "

Miles doesn't say anything to cut her off, just gently grabs her arms to stop her from standing fully. When she falls silent, Miles takes that as a chance to speak.

"I'm not upset that you're here, I just... never thought I'd see you again. You're from another dimension, so how did you end up back here? Was it on purpose? Why?"

Peni doesn't answer for a moment. Finally, she smiles at him, a strangely forlorn thing, and she giggles the slightest bit. Miles is only more confused, because he's got so many questions, most of them he didn't ask out of fear of being overwhelming- he now knows that he can't be too demanding of people who were in situations like the one that Peni probably just got out of- and her reaction isn't giving much of anything away.

"Sorry, I almost forgot that you didn't spend the past few months in an evil interdimensional spider-cult."

What?

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She explains what she means standing by the bathroom counter while Miles picks glass out of her hands with tweezers that were practically buried under loose band-aids in the first aid kit under the sink.

"It's not evil-evil, because the man who's in charge of it- Miguel O'Hara, from about 70 years in the future relative to this timeline if I'm right about your calendar- he actually wants to do good, which is- "

"Definitely worse." They both say at the same time, Miles now being familiar enough with how these criminals and supervillains work to know that the self-righteous ones are always the worst.

"So he was the first of us- spider-people- that we know of, obviously, to figure out how to hop dimensions on purpose and without any of that glitching that we had before. Because he was the first, he thinks he knows everything and nobody's really argued about it."

Miles glances up from Peni's hands to look at her face. "Nobody that you know of, or nobody before you?"

Peni shrugs as well as she can while keeping her hands still. "Both, I guess. Almost everyone who was here about six months ago- except for you and Gwen- were among the first to join in, but that's excepting all the time dilation and general messiness of time within Miguel's little bubble that he's got going in HQ, because of course he figured out time dilation before dimension hopping even though logically reversing the order of that would have been much simpler- anyway. Miguel's team of spider-people has grown exponentially, and it's only getting bigger and more dangerous."

Miles picks a piece of glass out of Peni's finger as he figures out what to say to that. What can he say to that? Everyone else that he met six months ago and changed his outlook on life as a whole is now in an evil organization of people who are led by someone who thinks he's right when, according to Peni, he's really not. Only Peni and Gwen seem to have escaped it, but he doesn't know where Gwen is, either, or what she's doing now.

"This sounds way too similar to what was going on with Alchemax. Doc Ock and everything, mission of bringing science to everyone while also having a shady guy in charge."

"Yeah, maybe. Alchemax with a much, much bigger scope." Peni watches Miles throw away a little piece of glass that was in her hand a moment before.

"So what's so wrong about it?"

"It's... you know how everything we do is to save people, right? That's our unifying cause. Great power and great responsibility. We get hit and we get back up and that's our thing, right?"

"Yeah, of course, that's what all of you were telling me back when I first got bit and had no idea what I was doing. We defy expectations and fate and everything, because we were given this power so we gotta use it. That's what you guys told me."

Peni's staring him in the face, now, looking more excited than she has this entire time.

"Yes. Miles, you get it, Miguel... he doesn't. He thinks that some things are set in stone, and we can't even try to interfere, when according to all of my research that is not how time works. That's not how destiny or fate work. We can't just let things happen! That's not who we are!"

Peni gets louder and louder with her miniature rant, so much so that she's nearly shouting at the end of it and Miles thanks whatever miniscule amount of luck he's got left that his parents aren't home right now. When she stops, slightly out of breath, her face crumples, and she continues with much less energy.

"You'd think, with a building full of people who dedicate their lives to helping people, someone would have disagreed before now, but... nobody did. I didn't, not until- not until something happened in my home dimension. Not until I begged for help from any of them, but Miguel told them not to lift a finger. That's not destiny. That's not fate. That's intentionally leaving me to lose everything all over again."

Peni takes a shaky breath, and nearly whispers, "I'm tired. I'm tired of everything breaking down around me, I'm tired of having to be alone to fix it. He was supposed to be different, Miles. He was supposed to help."

Miles checks over Peni's hands for any missed glass or debris before reaching for the alcohol wipes.

"I... I can't promise any kind of real help for your home, either. I don't know how to get there, and just from knowing you I can tell that your dimension is so different from mine that I wouldn't know where to start on any of it. I don't know robots, or engineering in that kind of way, I'm more of a bio guy if I gotta pick, but... I know I'll do my best if you need me to. I know how to patch you up, I know how to swing from buildings and save people the good old-fashioned mostly-crazy-tech-free, and if you could use that, I'm your guy."

Peni looks back down at her hands, where Miles is alternating wiping the drying blood away from her palms and putting neon-colored band-aids on the cuts that haven't scabbed over.

"Thanks, Miles. That means a lot. I just... I can't go home right now. They're looking for me there, probably tearing the place apart even more. I just need somewhere to stay for now, and I hate to ask this of you, but can I hide in your dimension for now?"

"Yeah. Take as long as you need." Miles doesn't hesitate this time, just puts the last band-aid on Peni's hand. She sighs in relief, and leans forward, resting her forehead against Miles' chest. She hugs him tight, and he awkwardly reciprocates, patting her on the back and pretending that he doesn't notice her shoulders shaking with poorly-muffled sobs.

Eventually, she pulls back, wiping at her eyes in a way that's probably supposed to be subtle. Miles doesn't comment on it.

"Thank you. I... I made sure they didn't follow me, don't worry, and... for what it's worth, I don't think any of the others we met six months ago would say I went here. Not even if they suspect it. Nobody but Gwen, maybe, but even then- "

"Wait- wait hang on, I thought you said she wasn't with them?" Miles interrupts, trying to figure out why Peni would suddenly change her stance on where Gwen is after all. He'd been closer with Gwen than most of the others, until now, and he still considers her to be one of his best friends, so to find out that she, too, is in that evil organization... it sits uncomfortably in his chest.

"... Not at first, no. Miguel and Jessica didn't want her, but as soon as she found out about it she shoved her way in anyway. She'd be the most likely to tell them where she might think I am, even though it might put you and your dimension in danger. I'm sorry."

Miles takes a step back, unsure how to process all of this but knowing that he needs space. Just a little, just for right now, but he needs that.

Gwen... she wouldn't put him in danger on purpose, right? Him and his parents and everybody else that he knows and loves. If she's loyal to that Miguel guy, though, she might think she'd be in the right to, she might not even realize the danger in bringing their attention here. If there's a fight in trying to get Peni out of here- and he knows whose side he'll be on in that, even if it means having to fight Gwen- then that could endanger a lot of people who don't need to be getting hurt.

So the evil interdimensional organization of spider-people might be coming to his dimension, but at this point, that would happen whether or not Peni's actually here, because if Gwen thinks that she's here, then they'll be coming.

Unless they're tracking Peni and they already know where she is.

The possibility occurs to him almost out of nowhere, but it makes sense. Unless Peni figured out her own way to hop dimensions- which, considering that she made that key so quickly when it came to stopping the collider, she could have easily done so, especially after seeing Miguel's way of doing it- then if she's using their method of transport, then they already know where she is.

Miles takes a moment to give Peni another once-over, this time looking for any technology that seems out of place. Her hair is a little longer than it used to be, she's got a black wristwatch on, and the spider that was psychically connected to SP//DR is on her shoulder, but other than that, she looks almost exactly the same but for the bags under her eyes and the mild scrapes and signs of a fight on her.

"... Is that your watch, or theirs?"

Peni looks momentarily confused at the seeming change in subject, but she figures out his thought process quickly enough.

"Mine. I made improvements on their technology as soon as I got to see it up close, but I didn't get a chance to share it before everything happened. Nobody knows about it but the two of us."

Miles nods, and starts putting the first aid kit away. "We have time to figure out what to do if they come, right? Or is that whole time-dilation thing going to be a problem?"

Peni shakes her head. "If they haven't come already, they're not going to for a while. Miguel's probably focused on my home dimension right now, because he probably figures that I made my own method of travel. He may be close-minded, but he knows the people in his organization. He knows who's most likely to leave his watches well enough alone, and who's more likely to get curious about them."

Miles closes the cabinet and nods. "Good. We'll have to figure out where you're staying for now, right? I mean, I doubt I can hide you from my parents, but Ganke probably wouldn't mind helping me hide you in our dorm for a while, and I go back pretty soon, so... "

"What about May? She was nice."

"She moved to Florida last month."

Peni's silent for a moment, before she asks, "What's Florida?"

Miles nearly sputters for a moment, before realizing that yeah, interdimensional differences and everything. "A popular place for retired people to move to. It's tropical or something."

Peni absorbs that for a moment, and replies with a simple, "Huh. Your dorm sounds fine, then."

So it's decided. Miles is going to be harboring an interdimensional fugitive, who also happens to be a cute girl that he knew for two days a few months ago, in his dorm room. For the foreseeable future.

#spiderman #spiderman fic #my writing #miles morales interdimensional fugitive dorm room #(aint no way that title was gonna fit as one tag)#miles morales interdimensional fugitive dorm room fic

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mark estapa taking care of injured reader or other way around or both

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I was leaving my last lecture for the day to go get ready for Mark’s game tonight. Mark is my boyfriend of 3 years. We met junior year of highschool and instantly fell for each other. I followed him to U-Mich as he continued to presume his hockey career. He says I’m his number one cheerleader. And I kinda am. I love to make outrageous signs and go all out for the games. I even purchased season tickets where my seat was right next to the penalty box. Mark didn’t find me as funny as his friends did for doing that, but what can I say? When your boyfriend has over 80 penalty minutes, you expect him to be in the box a lot. Tonight they play Pen State at home. It’s nearing the end of the regular season, so emotions are running high. Our boys need to keep winning. And that’s what they plan to do.

I am stopped at a red light when all of sudden I hear a screech. I quickly turn my head to be met with the sight of a 18 wheeler flipping on the road. I’m frozen. I can’t move. The truck looks like it’s flying in slow motion and it’s coming straight for me. I instinctively protect my head. The truck hits the roof of my car and I sink down into the seat. Something knocks my head, and then my vision goes black.

Mark

As the team is just ending our pregame warm ups, Coach calls me into his office. Damn. Please don’t bench me. I already promised to not get anymore penalties. “Mark. Can you sit down for a sec?” I nod and go sit in the leather chair across from his desk. “Mark something has happened. I don’t know the full extent, but I know when I tell you, you’re not going to want to play tonight.” I look at him with a worrisome look, ” What happened?” I say. “ Y/n was in an accident. An 18 wheeler flipped on top of her car. From all I know she’s at the hospital and she’s stable. They couldn’t give me any more information. I’m sorry that’s all I have, but I already talked to Philippe and he’s going to take you, because I don’t want you to drive in your condition.”

I’m in shock. She got in a crash?

Y/n got hurt.

That’s the only thought going through my head.

We were talking on the phone less than 2 hours ago. I quickly get out of my head and go to get my stuff. I quickly grab my phone and wallet and go to find Lapointe.

Phil dropped me off at the hospital, he offered to stay but I told him just to go back to the game and I’d keep him updated. As I walk in, I go straight up to the front desk. “Ma‘am I’m looking for a Y/n Y/l/n. I’m her boyfriend. I was told she was in an accident.” I say in a worried manner. The receptionist clicks something on the computer then says,” She’s just down that hall there, room number 1432. I thank her and quickly make my way down the hallway she pointed too. When I open the door, a man in a lab coat says,”You must be y/n’s emergency contact. She was sitting at a red light when a car collided with an 18 wheeler, which caused the 18 wheeler to flip. Luckily it wasn’t going full force towards her, so she has minimalistic injuries. She has a concussion, broken collarbone, and a couple fractured ribs. Other than that she has some cuts and bruises, but nothing too serious. She’s a lucky girl, that’s for sure. She was in fact knocked unconscious at the scene, and is still struggling to gain consciousness. We suspect she has a grade 3 concussion.” I nod and try to process the information. “I am allowed to see her?” I ask still in shock. He opens the door and I see her fast asleep. She has a big bruise on her forehead and a busted lip. I hurry and get by her side. I put her hand in mine and hold it close.

About an hour later, she starts to stir. “Baby, are you awake? I’m here y/n. It’s me Mark. I’m here.” I whisper. Her eyelashes flutter and her beautiful y/c eyes appear. “M-mark. Is that you?”she groans. I grab both her hands into mine and say,” Yes baby. I’m here. Are you feeling better?” She looks at me with a confused expression and says,”What happened? How did I get here?” I tell her all of what happend and at first she’s upset about her car her dad had given her for her 18th birthday, but I told her we would get her another one. All I was worried about was her health. I loved this girl with every bone in my body. And I would spend the rest of my life staying by her side.

The next day, she struggles to move, so I’m helping her do anything she needs. Her body is still bruised and cut. They gave her a cast and she let me sign it first. She says I’m lucky because she’ll be wearing my signature for the next month. We have spent the majority of our time laying with each other and me holding her. There isn’t much she can do so I like to get my phone so she can listen to some of her favorite tv shows.

Y/n

Two weeks later

After I got discharged 9 days ago, I’ve been staying with Mark and his roommates. He insisted that I stay with him, so he could be there if I needed anything. He’s totally been babying me, but honestly I’m not complaining. He’s a real sweetheart when he wants to be. He’s always trying to make sure I’m super comfortable. It the sweetest thing. I am hopelessly in love with this man it isn’t even funny.

“Babe! Can you bring me a Gatorade so I can take my pain killer?” I shout. After a few minutes, I hear loud footsteps coming towards Marks room,” Here. I got you red and yellow. You can pick which one you want. Me and the boys have to head to the rink in 15 minutes, but call me if you need anything. I’ll check my phone at every water break just in case.” I give him a kiss on the cheek and say,” Love you Marky!” He cups my check and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips, while saying,” I love you more that you’ll ever know.”

Then the next day, all of the guys were going to get lunch and Mark refuse to leave me alone. “I wouldn’t be a good caregiver if I left you alone, now would I?” He asked. We ended up just cuddling for the rest of the afternoon. He also made sure to play my favorite songs so I can have somthing to listen to. The hardest part of the whole thing is no screens. Lucky for me I have an AMAZING a boyfriend, who just went to get me some more books from the library.

My car was totaled, so today we are shopping for a new one. Mark wants one he can actually fit in, but when you're a 6 '2 hockey player it’s hard to find cars that fit him that aren’t trucks. “Babe look at this one!” I point at the tahoe in front of us. “Let’s check it out.” Me and Mark both go over to it and we both fall in love with it. We both get in and he says,” you could take all of us to the rink in this! You could be our personal taxi!” I laugh at Mark's comment, then I say,” Or…. You could finally fit in so you could drive me! That way I’m the passenger princess not you!” I say jokingly. “I am not!” He says defensively. I laugh and plant a kiss on his check before going back to checking out the car.

We ended up getting the Tahoe. Mark drove it back so I could return the rental car. He picked me up from the rental place and took us home. On our way home I felt one thing, peace. The past couple weeks have been hectic. With the crash, hockey, and school, I haven’t felt calm in a while. I think I can get used to this.

Me and Mark get back to the apartment, and he helps me to the door. Almost 3 weeks later and I’m still sore. “Come on. I got you.” Mark whispers in my ear. He has been nothing but supportive and caring for the past 3 weeks. I feel bad because I can’t do anything for him in return. “So we have a game today, and yeah I know you can fully get to go, but I got a coach to let me snag you a suit to watch the game. You’ll be in your own quiet room and it’s pretty dark up there so it should be fine for you to come.” I give him a kiss and say,” Now what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t come watch your game? Of course I’ll go! I want to see my baby get some more penalties!” He gives me a serious look while saying,” You better not. If I get anymore penalties I’ll be benched for the rest of the year.” I giggle,” Mark I was just playing around with you. I know you’ll be smart about it.” He pulls me in close to kiss me one last time before leading me to the kitchen so he can make my favorite soup. I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better caretaker. He’s the best there ever was.

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agaypanic · 4 days

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heyyy, can I request a chase x fem!reader oneshot where they are like online friends and have grown to like eachother so much to the point he invites her to the island. He's boasting about it but no one believes him until she shows up. Chase is giving her a tour and some of the guys try to show off how powerfull they are and shes not impressed, she's only ever blown away when chase starts to talk all genius-like (Because intellegience is such an aphrodisiac). Its a little based off that one episode where hes defending himself from the others saying how he has talked to girls and that he has an online friend who is possibly a girl.

Smart's Considered Superior (Chase Davenport X Reader)

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Summary: Chase decides to invite one of his online friends to the island. Everyone’s shocked to find that this person actually exists, and even more so when it’s a girl. Chase’s brothers try to impress her with their bionics, but she’s too focused on Chase’s intelligence to even spare a glance.

A/N: in this, chase helped donald make leo’s bionic leg for plot purposes

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Chase was known to be a perfectionist. Being the most intelligent man in the world gave the boy a superiority complex. He needed everything to be his way, and his way was always above and beyond anyone else’s standards.

So no one was too surprised to see him running around the academy to make sure everything was spick and span, and everyone was on their best behavior.

“Chase, what’s up with you?” Bree asked as she watched her brother frantically clean up the Mentor’s Quarters they shared. “You're being weird.”

“Weirder than usual.” Adam corrected.

“I have a friend coming over,” Chase answered shortly.

“A friend?” Adam, Bree, and Leo looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. Chase rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, heading to the common area. His siblings followed him, still amused. “Very funny, Chase.”

“I’m serious,” the genius hissed, stopping in front of the hydroloop’s doors. “She’s on her way right now.”

“She?” Adam’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Now I know it’s a joke.”

“It’s not a joke. You can see for yourself.”

“Oh, I’d love to!” Adam settled into a chair by the window, keeping a watchful eye on the hydroloop station. Bree and Leo quickly joined him.

Chase shook his head before turning back to the hydroloop. No matter how much teasing he would endure from his family, he was determined to enjoy today.

After about a minute, Chase’s siblings were waiting for him to drop the act. Nothing was happening.

But then suddenly, the hydroloop car could be heard zooming into the station. Everyone perked up, waiting for the doors to open to see who would be on the other side.

“Oh my god.” Bree gasped as she watched someone step out of the hydroloop. “It is a girl!”

Adam, Bree, and Leo watched in disbelief as you stepped into the common area, smiling at Chase. He reached out for a hug, which you eagerly returned. In a flash, the three siblings were out of their seats and standing close to you and Chase, observing the interaction curiously.

“It’s so great to finally see you- Oh!” You were talking to Chase when the sudden presence of the three others surprised you. Chase sighed.

“Y/n, these are my siblings; Adam, Bree, and Leo. Guys, this is my friend Y/n.”

“You’re friends with a girl?” You couldn’t help but laugh at Adam’s question. Chase sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly less amused. “How did you even meet her?”

“Online,” you answered simply before deciding to go into the long explanation of it. “Well, I went to Mission Creek High, but Chase and I had only interacted a little bit. And then you guys got busted for the whole bionic thing and moved here, so we fell out of touch, but then we found each other again online. We’ve been talking for, like, months before Chase finally asked me to come over here.”

Adam, Bree, and Leo stared at you, processing what you had just told them.

“No, this has to be a prank.” Leo decided, much to Chase’s chagrin.

“Come on, Y/n. I’ll show you around the academy.” Chase gently but quickly guided you away from his siblings, who were hot on your tails.

***

“And this is the training center,” Chase said, taking you to the last stop on the tour. There were a few students scattered around, talking or sparring with each other. “Once a week, we have bionic battles so the students can move up a level. But besides that, they just come in to show off to each other.”

“Hey, Y/n!” Adam called out from across the large room.

“Like now.” Chase rolled his eyes, and the four of you looked at the eldest Davenport.

“Watch this!” With an excited smile on his lips, Adam bent over and easily picked up a large medicine ball. “This is like a thousand pounds, and it feels like holding a baby. Or Leo.”

“Shut up, Adam,” Leo whined at the comment. Meanwhile, you looked only slightly impressed at Adam’s abilities. Leo shook his head and turned to you. “You know, I’m bionic, too,” he said with a smirk.

“Really?” you asked, slightly surprised. From what you could remember from going to school with the Davenports, Leo seemed pretty normal—well, normal for Leo.

“Just his arm and leg,” Chase corrected, and you turned to look at him curiously, silently asking for more information. “Well, our bionics are microchips implanted in our necks and integrated with our nervous systems. But Leo’s right arm and left leg were destroyed in different incidents, so the damaged pieces were replaced with bionic technology.”

“Oh wow,” you said, completely fascinated. Not with Leo, even though the conversation was about him. It was Chase, and the way he talked made it seem like he was an expert in the subject, and it was easy to recall any piece of information. You suppose that that was true about any subject in the world. “Who did all that?”

“Well-” Leo tried to reenter the conversation but was cut off by Chase.

“The arm was made by Douglas Davenport, who, long story short, is our biological father. And the leg was made by me and Mr. Davenport.”

“You made a bionic leg?” You asked, stepping closer to Chase in your excitement. “How?!”

Chase smiled, quickly falling into a spiel about how he repaired Leo’s leg with bionic technology. Every now and then, Leo would try to say something, or Adam would try to get your attention by lifting a few thousand pounds. But they quickly realized their attempts were futile because you hung on to every word Chase was giving you, completely captivated by his knowledge and the charisma that radiated off of him because of it.

#agaypanic #chase davenport x reader #chase davenport #lab rats #lab rats x reader

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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the imprint or the blood singer | part 16.

Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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The last thing Billy ever expected was that he would let a Cold One anywhere near him. But here Edward was, sitting on the couch with you propped up in his arms. You had finally fallen asleep and when you did, Billy and Jacob felt okay to go to bed.

You were first in the house to wake up the next morning. Edward helped you take off the wrapping that held your arm against your chest. Your arm was completely healed, your shoulder and ribs still very damaged.

It took longer than you would’ve liked to take a shower and get dressed. When you walked out of your room Edward was in the kitchen cooking. He smiled when you hugged him from behind. The hug was partly out of affection, mostly to numb your ribs.

“Were you as good at cooking as you are at playing piano when you were human?”

“On the contrary, I was complete shit. But Esme was amazing, I asked her when you first started coming over.”

Jacob and Billy entered the dining room area watching the scene between you and Edward unfold. They wanted to awe and gag at the same time. Jacob walked past to grab a bowl from the cabinet. He looked down in confusion when a plate of breakfast was plopped in front of him.

“There’s breakfast for everybody,” Edward said.

“Thank you?”

“Just take the plate Jacob, I’m never doing this for you again.”

You laughed a little until your ribs started to ache again. Billy accepted the food without complaint, knowing you would give him hell for it later if he didn’t. Edward removed your arms from around him and turned to face you with two plates.

“Embry’s outside. Slept there all night.”

You took the plates from Edward and grabbed some of Jacob’s clothes and went outside. The giant gray wolf on your front porch was still asleep. You set the plates down and shook Embry until the wolf woke up. Embry took the clothes you gave him and disappeared behind the house.

“You’re looking a lot better,” Embry said as he came jogging back around the house.

You both sat across from each other cross-legged on the deck.

“My arm’s fine. I’m going to Carlisle to check on the rest.”

Embry hummed in approval. He watched your careful and measured breathing. It wasn’t hard to tell you were still in pain even without the imprint.

“You stayed out here all night?”

“I couldn’t leave knowing you were hurt. I’m still your protector.”

“My fierce protector,” you joked.

Embry cocked an eyebrow at you before the two of you busted out laughing. He quickly mumbled sorry when you clutched your side.

“Don’t make me laugh,” you said once the pain subsided.

“You made the joke.”

Edward stepped out of the house. He held up the keys to your car and a small bag.

“Carlisle just called your dad. He wants you to stay overnight.”

“What are you not saying?”

“There’s an X-ray in Carlisle’s home office. He wants to monitor you properly and make sure you’re healing correctly, he’s worried the mid-shift is having your bones heal not fully human… he might have to re-break a few more bones.”

“Okay.” You nodded your head.

“I’ll just be in the car whenever you’re ready. Do you want me to pack anything else.”

“My art stuff. The markers and book are—”

“In the garage,” Edward said at the same time as you.

“If you could just read my mind why bother asking?”

Edward said nothing. He just laughed as he walked to the garage. Embry sighed as he watched the two interact. You looked at him shocked when he stole the bacon off of your plate. Embry grinned as he finished chewing. He reached his hand out and closed your mouth.

“He’s a good boyfriend,” Embry said out of the blue. You looked at him a bit surprised, this was coming out of nowhere.

“Embry you don’t have to pr—”

“I was so scared when you got hurt but I don’t think I saw anyone more scared than him. Maybe Jake… I’m not saying I like the leech or any of them but I want my imprint happy. He does that for you.”

“I’m sorry, Embry,” you got quiet.

“For what?”

“Edward. Not being able to love you in the same way. Not being what you want.”

Embry brushed some of your hair back that had fallen in front of your face. “After yesterday, you are everything I want and need just by being alive. We can’t control our imprint. A lover, protector, or friend. I think we all forget it’s just about our special person.”

You tackled Embry in a hug. Your friend laughed as he gently held you.

“Careful, careful, you’re still hurt.”

“You’ll find your person.”

“I know, but you’ll still be my best girl.”

“Is that a promise?” You held out your pinky finger.

“That’s a promise.” Embry interlocked his pinky with yours. Both of you kissed your thumbs, making the promise official.

“Trampoline park when I get better? Just you and me. Plan?”

“Sounds perfect. Now, go get yourself healed. I can feel the pain, don’t even try to lie.”

You slowly sat up. “Em, did anyone tell you you’re the best person ever.”

“I know.”

You started to walk away when Embry stopped you.

“If the leech ever hurts you—”

“You’ll bite his head off?”

“It’s my job.”

“My fierce protector.”

Embry howled making you laugh before you walked towards the garage area. Your car was on the side. Edward started the car as you entered the passenger’s side.

“He’s not joking about my head is he?”

“You’ve lived a good one hundred and eight years.” You gave Edward a cheeky smile as he drove off towards the Cullen house.

Your ribs were for the most part okay. Carlisle only had to re-break two. Once again you slept in Edward’s arm to numb the pain.

Edward and the rest of the Cullens came back from hunting to hear the shower in Edward’s bathroom running. He had left the minute you woke up, refusing to take a night hunt while you were still in pain. You had on music. The Cullens chuckled to themselves as they heard your voice and the speaker turned all the way up. You were clearly enjoying yourself.

Edward entered his room very loudly announcing his presence so you wouldn’t be scared when you left the shower, although he wasn’t sure if you heard over your music. He knew you did once he heard the singing suddenly replaced with humming. He sat down and picked up a book absentmindedly reading and occasionally looking at the steam escape from under the bathroom door.

Edward very abruptly lifted his head towards his bathroom door. He set his book down not believing the thoughts he heard. Once your thoughts appeared again, this time directly addressed to him Edward stood up.

“Everyone out,” Edward said, knowing the rest of the Cullen family would hear him.

You smiled as you heard the bathroom door open. Edward changed the playlist on your phone and lowered the volume a bit. The steam from your shower fogged up the glass. The blurry outline of your body became clearer as Edward stepped closer to the shower.

“You don’t want to enjoy your shower, little wolf?”

“I’d think I’d enjoy it more if you joined me.”

It was silent, except for the music. For a moment, you thought Edward would refuse. You smiled to yourself when the shower door opened. You turned around to face him. Heat rose to your face, this was the first time you’d seen him like this. The intimate moment was new to you, even with Embry it was never this intense. You shuddered as he ran his fingers along your shoulder. The contrast of your hot shower and his cold skin left your body feeling all sorts of ways.

“This is a waste of water,” Edward mused.

“It’s only a waste if you don’t clean up, I’ve heard sharing showers is very conservative. You just came from hunting anyway.”

You grabbed the washcloth and soap. Edward let you bathe him, he switched places with you and let the water wash down him. He removed the washcloth from your hand and hung it up. Edward kissed you slowly, enjoying the taste of your lips that he hadn’t had since graduation. You tried to place his hands on your waist but Edward wouldn’t.

“You’re still hurt.”

“Why’d you join me in the shower then?”

“Because I can’t say no to my little wolf.”

“Edward, I—”

His lips crashed against yours. Edward slowly kissed down your body, pausing and paying special care to your injuries. He smiled as you sighed enjoying the cool touch on your bruises. Edward looked up at you.

“Is this alright?”

“You already know what I think.”

“I want to hear you say it. Is this alright?”

“Yes.”

You leaned back against the shower wall. Edward revelled in how your thoughts were scrambled as he went down on you. His name was the only thing coming from your mouth. The imprint made everything more intense for you. It wasn’t just your pleasure you were feeling but his as well which just sent you over the edge. Edward held you up before your legs gave out on you. He stood up, his hands rested lightly on your hips as you still leaned against the shower wall.

You were breathing heavy as you slowly came down from your high. The scent of your blood flooded his senses. Edward kissed you hard to stop himself from wanting to bite you. With his lips still on yours, he reached over to turn off the shower. Edward finally pulled away when he felt in control.

“I think we finished washing up a while ago,” he commented.

You eyed Edward up and down. He could hear your thoughts. Edward pressed his forehead against yours.

“When you’re fully healed.”

“But you didn’t…” you faltered off.

“Trust me, I’m satisfied… besides, and as a vampire we get… very rough. I don’t want to hurt you.” Edward laughed as he heard your thoughts. “I’m worried about your health and you’re excited?”

“I’m just curious how rough it can actually be.”

“Broken beds… you’re not scared little wolf… of course you’re not.”

“I’m cold… and hungry,” you deflected.

You and Edward got out the shower. You dressed in warm oversized clothes. You and Edward went downstairs to get you real food from the kitchen refrigerator. Edward sat on a high chair at the kitchen island watching you make your favorite snack. You stood on the other side of the island eating. The rest of the Cullens came in, saying hi to you. Emmett clapped his hands on Edward’s shoulders but kept eye contact with you.

“Did he do good, little wolf?”

Emmett laughed as you hid your face in your hands while Edward shoved him as hard as possible.

(Part 17)...

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x black!reader #embry call x reader #embry call x black!reader #twilight fic

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