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Really Drives Me Mad | EX-bfs dad!Eddie Munson x Reader | 18+

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Big big thank you to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you for editing for me I appreciate it, bestie

Another big thank you to @bebe07011 for spitting ideas and giving feedback.

Warnings: Degradation/praise, eating out, public sex, daddy kink, and several scenes where smut is mentioned but not described. There is about 1k of words just from Dylan's perspective but its worth it trust me.

Eddie is a bit of a sugar daddy in this part, but its ok cause we all want him to spoil us anyway.

Author's note: Some of y'all are gonna make me cry with how kind you are with your words for this fic. I cannot believe how much this story has truly taken over my life. People have expressed sharing it with friends and I just cannot get over that. Thank you.

Your hands held a home-made cocktail on ice while The Princess Diaries played on the tv, a soft blanket covered your crossed legs as you sat with both Sky and Bethany in your living room, scattered along your couch.

Bethany often snuck a joint or two while she visited, the window staying open to minimize a smell with a 20-dollar fan in front of it to promote air circulation. It was nice to have a girls’ night, to order bags of chips and candy over SkiptheDishes, wear face masks, do your makeup for the hell of it, and just let loose.

Bethany made her way over about a movie and a half ago, and she was now explaining a stupid mishap from her office administrative position that quite literally pulled the company to a halt for 45 minutes. “I swear, you could not pay me enough to put up with those drivers.” She claims, taking an inhale from the joint in her two painted fingers.

Sky makes a sudden movement in her seat, reaching to the remote next to her to pause the movie. “Holy shit. Did I tell you I saw Eddie?” Her question is directed across you to Bethany, and you’re left wondering why the hell your boyfriend is the new topic of discussion.

“Wait, what?” Bethany asks, wide green eyes moving back and forth between you and Sky. “When and where?”

“Our date?” You interject her, a little weirded out by the turn this conversation has taken. “When Eddie picked me up, she was here.”

“Oh, I see.” She hums to herself. “Well, since she won’t show us a photo, please tell me what the man who’s old enough to be her father looks like.”

You roll your eyes at this, a cheeky thought occurring to you. “Well Dylan might be great; but he is a sequel. Ain’t nothing compared to the original.”

Sky nods, agreeing. “Eddie is… very good looking.” You shoot her a warning look, for some reason, her just alluding to his good looks makes you feel territorial. “Show her a picture if you don’t want to hear it, damn! Just telling the truth…”

“It’s not that I won’t show you guys,” you explain, unlocking your phone. “It’s that he doesn’t use social media, so he has no good photos of himself.” On the internet, at least.

“What, no throw back photos from Dylan’s insta?” Sky asks, mostly joking.

You go to Dylan’s insta, and you can’t view it. Fuck, you forgot. He blocked you. Even though he seems to be on better terms with you, simple reminders like being blocked from his social media or him refusing to tell any details about his life remind you he’s still nursing a healing wound. “Still blocked.” You look up, and their faces tell you they’re not letting up on it. “Fine. I’ll go to Eddie’s Facebook.”

Eddie added you as a friend the day after your date, adorably waiting as you went on your phone to accept it. The moment you did he went onto your profile and dove into your photos. His eyes were comically wide as he scrolled through them, and after the first few swipes he lifted his head to you. “You just put these on here? Fuck.” The photos weren’t even particularly bad, just you in a bikini on the beach or in a summer dress, he’s just that obsessed with you. You asked him if he minded and he shook his head comically, his dimples so prominent from his wide smile, he looked manic. “Oh, I never said to stop, sweetheart.”

Your thumb slides into Eddie’s profile, and while you were afraid of the calls from a judgemental relative about the relationship with him the word single on his relationship status still hits you hard in the chest. You move to his photos, past the useless profile picture that was his company logo of Munson’s Garage and swipe through the regular posts, past Dylan’s graduation from college, from high school, a picture of a nice car, an old one of his ex with Dylan, (barf), until you finally got through to a throwback, one posted in 2011.

It was taken in the 90s, so a picture of a picture of him sitting at an old kitchen table arm in arm with another dude. One of his feet was up on the table, and he was clutching a beer, lifting it to the camera. His friend was talking to someone off camera, distracted for the moment, his slightly freckled face in a scowl. His friend had brown hair down to his neck styled specifically in a swoop, and they seemed about the same age.

His friend was quite attractive, but younger Eddie made you fucking drool. God, he was so gorgeous. He wore a leather jacket under a denim vest, ripped blue jeans over his big black boots. Fuck. You almost didn’t want to share this photo.

You go to the next photo, and a giggle leaves your mouth as you see him posing with a friend, tongues out and devil horns on their heads as smiles peek through. The background is a stage at an Iron Maiden concert, and they both look ecstatic. It’s a different friend in this one with curly hair, but it looked like he had posted from the Iron Maiden concert. A few more scrolls told you that the throwback photo would be the best option.

“Ok.” You finally say, and both girls have been waiting so long at this point they’ve started scrolling on their own phones. “Guys. You wanna see it or not?”

You hand your phone to Bethany, indicating he was the one on the right. The possessiveness that hits you when you see her reaction, her wide eyes and jaw literally dropping, stunted you. “Holy shit. This is him from how long ago?”

“In the late 90s, I guess.” You tell her.

She hands the phone to Sky, who was asking for it repeatedly as soon as Bethany let out her reaction. “Oh, yeah. He was a cutie. Honestly, he’s hotter now.” Your teeth grit, and you take a deep breath in to calm yourself.

“How?” Bethany asks, gesturing to your phone.

“Ok. Enough. He’s very good looking. But he’s fucking taken.” You bark out, holding your hand out for the phone.

They both stop talking, your sudden anger very uncharacteristic of you. Usually when you find someone particularly good looking, you’d show them off, agreeing with your two friends when they would praise their good looks. This wasn’t anything like those times. Hearing their praises just makes you want to sink your teeth into Eddie’s neck and mark your territory the next time you see him.

“Woah, girl.” Sky says, laughing lightly to diffuse the tension. “Never seen that side of you before.”

“Well, I didn’t even know she existed until a waitress looked at Eddie on our date and I wanted to throttle her,” You admit, grabbing the nearly empty cocktail and taking a sip. “I just…I don’t know why I’m so territorial over him, but God, the thought of him with someone else makes me sick to my stomach.”

Bethany holds her hands up in surrender, “Alright, we won’t compliment him anymore. But you did good, girl. You did mighty good.”

As per usual, the girls'-day-in resulted in the three of you falling asleep in the living room, blankets and pillows scattered across the three of you. The sun cascading through a window by the couch wakes you up, disgruntled, as you pat around for your phone. The screen greets you harshly, your notifications indicating you have three messages from Eddie, two from a manager at work, and the several random ones, which you clear out, not caring about Instagram stories for the moment. Eddie texted to say he was going into work for a few hours. The next two messages indicated if you were there when he got home, he wouldn’t be against it.

Basically, he just told you to please be there when he got home. Fuck, the feeling of him reaching out first was enough to send a wide smile to your face, staring stupidly at your phone. You message him back, letting him know you’ll be there.

The messages from your manager were one from two hours ago, asking if you’d be able to come in for 10 o’clock– Which was thirty-five minutes ago– and the second asked if you were able to come in at all. You quirk your eyebrow, glad your read receipts are off for her, because you’re planning now to text at 3 o'clock to let her know that, oops, you just saw this. No, you’re not going in on your day off, you’ll be spending it with your ridiculously hot boyfriend.

You leap from your couch, running into your room to pack another overnight bag. You’re out the door before the others even stir.

As you pull into Eddie’s driveway, you notice Dylan’s truck there, but Eddie’s is still gone. You wonder when he’ll be back, because although Dylan is civil towards you, interactions with him are still stunted. You open the front door, grateful Dylan tended to leave it unlocked. You drop your overnight bag and pillow off at the staircase, its usual spot, before you trot off to the living room where Dylan sits watching tv.

As you plop down next to him on the other side of the couch, Dylan looks to you, startled by the movement, but his eyes roll in exasperation when he realizes that it’s you. “Hi.” You sing-song to him, knowing you’re annoying him, but having fun with it anyways.

“Hey.” He deadpans, watching the tv instead of looking over to you.

“Oh, wow you’re almost caught up.” You say, indicating to a show that you had recommended he watched a while back.

“Turned out to be a good show.” He comments, sounding annoyed.

“Well, how about that?” You retort, and Dylan rolls his eyes before a small smile lands on his face.

Progress.

Less than an hour later, the front door closes, indicating Eddie’s homecoming. He walks in, and as you pay attention to a particularly good episode in this series, you hear a big stretch come from him. “Hi, Ed!” You call out, finally turning towards him.

Fuck. Holy shit.

A few grease stains paint Eddie’s hands and chin, and he’s wearing a pair of blue coveralls from work with a patch on his chest of his name. The grease monkey suit shows off his muscles beautifully, both sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair is tied back into a messy bun, and you’re sure he forgot about the reading glasses on his head. Oh god, he is mouth watering.

A throw pillow hits your face, completely startling you. You whip your head around, glaring at the culprit. “Little drool.” Dylan mouths, pointing to his chin.

“Oh, little drool?” You mock, getting up to hit him with the pillow hard. He chuckles, fighting you off.

You push his shoulder off, shuffling into the kitchen. You turn to see Eddie moving around the kitchen, making himself a quick sandwich. “Hi baby!” You greet him, reaching out for him.

“Oh, hi baby.” He says, following up with an air kiss. He breaks into laughter at your scowl. “Sorry, you don’t want this grease on you. It smells terrible and it’s not fun to wash off.”

“But there’s no grease on your lips.” You point out, staring at those pretty pink lips of his.

“Baby, I cannot kiss you without touching you and there is grease all over my hands.” He chuckles, holding them out.

You want to point out that he’s getting things dirty with grease in the kitchen, including his sandwich, by his own logic, but you have a feeling you won’t get away with it very easily. “Fine. Come see me when you’ve had a shower then.” You tell him, attempting to waddle back to the living room.

“Ah, ah.” Eddie tuts, grabbing your hand. “Come with me, after I shower, I need time with you in my bed.”

“In your bed? Or, in your bed?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowing suggestively at the second option.

“If you didn’t know the answer by now, clearly I haven’t done my job right.” He says in a lowly, his eyes darkening in an instant.

Eddie turns around to the sandwich he made as if he hadn’t said a word, grabbing it quickly before tugging on your hand to take you up the stairs.

He hops into the shower, you scroll through your phone on his bed as you wait, somewhat impatiently, your panties already uncomfortable from his stroll into the house in his work uniform.

Fuck, he was hot. You thought about him. His muscles, the slight glisten of sweat, and your phone was tossed aside before you even realized your hands were roaming over your body. You close your eyes, the image of him busy at work on his back on one of those…rolly things in your head. His forearms flexing, the look of concentration on his face.

Your hands itch for your center and you can barely hold back anymore, thankful you opted for a pair of stretchy shorts. Your fingers graze your center easily, rolling around in small circles as you picture the easy access his coveralls would give you, showing up with a dress and no panties and just riding him in his office. Fuck, maybe you wouldn’t even make it there. Goddamn, the images were too hot, your panties finding their way around your ankles as you grind up against your own fingers.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes fling open to see your boyfriend in his towel. You were so wrapped up you didn’t even notice the water from his shower turn off. He’s staring, open mouthed and eyes dark, and Jesus… This was a fantasy of yours from the beginning. You continue, staring half lidded back at him, hand grabbing up at his bed frame when it started to feel so fucking good.

Eddie’s towel drops when his brain catches up, jumping into his bed to lay next to you. “Couldn’t even wait, huh?” He asks, and you let out a whimper as he lightly kisses your neck. “Just couldn’t fucking wait.”

“You were so hot—” you gasp out, moving faster on yourself now. “—in that goddamn uniform. Wanna…wanna ride you in it.”

The very indication that you were playing with yourself because you found him that hot in his uniform is too much for Eddie to process. He nearly moans, leaning for another kiss on your neck. His hands are itching to help you, itching to take off the rest of those clothes that hide your gorgeous body, but he holds back, needing to know more about it. “What—what were you thinkin’ ‘bout, baby?”

“You, in the uniform…” you tell him, your hips starting to move when your want grows. Why isn’t he helping?

“C’mon, baby. I wanna touch you but I just gotta know.” Eddie tells you, his voice gruff.

A gulp moves through your throat before opening your mouth to tell him. “Your dick out of the uniform, and me with no panties and a dress at your shop, riding you anywhere…your office, the rolly thing, god, just you in that uniform…Ed…”

Goddammit, was that an idea Eddie certainly had before. He has wanted to show you around his workplace, but also christen it with you, and he had had the exact idea with his uniform and you in a dress, to boot. “Fuck, my horny, eager little slut, hey?” Eddie asks, watching your closed eyes as you continue to work yourself.

“Please…please touch me?” You ask him, the torture of his voice there but not actually helping you is too much. “Want…want you.”

“Hmm. Horny little slut didn’t wait for me…I dunno if she even deserves my help.” He bluffs, wanting nothing more than to reach out and feel the slick of your wet pussy.

You nearly cry out in protest, not calling him on his bluff. “I’m sorry, couldn’t help myself…you’re just so…fuck…you’re so fucking hot, Ed.”

He leans in to kiss you and you accept it gratefully, a smile against his lips. As his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss to easily work his tongue against yours, his hands land on yours against your pussy delicately, gently pulling your fingers to the side. He slides a digit in and you whimper into his mouth, your hips thrusting up. “Oh, so fucking desperate.” You nod your head, agreeing with him. You’re desperate for more. Even with Eddie on your mind, your fingers never even compared to his.

He leans into your neck, the scent of his aftershave and body wash strong but oh-so-goddamn good. He slides your shirt up your torso smoothly with his free hand and pulls it from your neck fiercely. You feel his hand somewhat desperately go around your back to unhook your bra, and as it falls casually over the edge onto the floor, he moans at the sight of your exposed tit, your nipple just begging to be touched.

He leans in to mouth the bud, and you whimper at the sensation. He pauses, breathing heavily and open mouthed onto it. You gasp, his hot breath sending waves down your body. “Fuck, so pretty.” Eddie mutters to himself, dark eyes watching your face as you get closer.

A desperate hand of yours tugs him up to your face, desperate for more of his wet and hypnotizing kisses. “Fuck me.” You gasp, suddenly feeling that his fingers weren’t enough. “Need…need your cock. Please.”

Eddie’s mouth opens at the prospect of you simply begging for him, and you can feel a shift in his energy as he starts to kiss you deeper and hungrier. “When you beg so sweetly, how could I possibly say no?” He hums, his hand framing your face.

He finishes yanking the last of your pants off your ankles. As he settles himself in between your legs, he can’t help himself. He leans down, taking one long lick along your folds, for just a taste. You whimper in response, knees springing up to your chest. Eddie chuckles, crawling up slowly until his chest lines up with yours, the tingle of him against you too much to handle. Slowly, he moves into you, and as he stretches you open, your eyes roll back and your toes curl. Eddie watches the utter bliss that takes over your face.

“Oh that beautiful face you make, sweetheart.” He grunts, smoothing his hands over your forehead. His words make you pulse around him. “This fucking tight little pussy wrapped around—” he stops, grunting as you continue to pulse around him. One hand moves down to your hip, caressing it softly he uses the leverage to buck into you.

A hushed swear comes out of you, the simple pleasure from his cock alone sending you into euphoria. Eddie continues slowly, enjoying every inch of your heat around him. “Your pussy…god how did I live without it?”

You clutch onto him, staring up into his darkened brown eyes. You open your mouth to respond in kind, but the particularly harsh rut into you leaves your mouth gasping open and your eyes fluttering shut in pure heaven. “Oh, that’s it.” He mutters, hips moving faster. “That’s my cock-drunk little whore.”

Your nails scratch down his back, and he moans in response. “Eddie, your cock. There’s…I…please.”

“I-I know, baby. I know.”

He collapses onto your chest, and you feel his cock twitch into you as your orgasm takes over your body. His hand carefully sweeps your sweaty forehead as he watches you recover, your eyes losing their haze as you return to earth. “Hi.” He mutters, leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Hi.” You smile. For once, he does take his dick out of you right away, despite your protests. However, you can’t protest any further when he comes back and wraps his arms around you with his chest pressed against your back, his still steadying breaths lulling you into a quiet nap.

Somehow, you know that his arms are always going to be the best place in the world.

About an hour later, you’re snuggled against his side, legs intertwined as Eddie watches his show and you work on a crossword puzzle. “What’s a six-letter word for angry?” You ask him, stumped for a good minute.

“Uh…grumpy? Heated? Hmm…raging?”

“Raging! Fuck, I couldn’t get that one. Thanks, baby.” You tell him, receiving a kiss on the head as a response. “Why’d you go in for work, Ed?”

“Other than making my baby horny?” He jokes, muttering it into your hair. “Well, one of my best-known clients called and my men know that when he calls, they need to call me in, because his car is just—” he cuts himself off, holding out the OK sign. He continues talking about the mechanics/politics of handling a car like this in his job. The caliber, the horsepower, the specialized engine, and everything else.

It’s not like you know a whole lot about cars. Most of what he is saying comes out as gibberish. But you listen to him, watching as he gets more and more animated, his hands gesturing wildly as he excitedly explains his morning. You watch him, a soft smile creeping up your face as he describes…what, you weren’t even sure, to you.

He stops as he notices the peculiar look on your face, your eyes glazed over. “What?” he asks, wondering if you caught even a word of his story.

“I love you.” It comes out before you even realize. But it’s true.

With your whole chest, you love him.

Eddie inhales sharply, and he looks at you like you had placed each star in the sky just for him. Because you did. “I-I’ve been wanting to say that to you since I first saw you.”

His words feel both impossible and like they make the most sense in the entire world. Because since day one, you have been captivated by him in every sense imaginable. Taking the time to get to know, see and love every inch of him before recognizing that yes, this is love.

This all occurs to you within a second, because Eddie’s hand is framing your face and you feel his lips on yours, deep and caring to a point that takes your goddamn breath away. Your tongue collides with his, and his fingers are so gentle as they cradle your face it barely feels like he’s holding it. He tastes so good, like the air you breathe is suddenly useless, and all you need to do is breathe him. His fingers intertwine in your hair, he gasps as his forehead collides with your own, clinging onto you for dear life.

“Will you say it?” You ask, realizing he still hasn’t.

“I fucking love you.” He says in a low, soft voice. He uses a hand to force you back and you open your eyes to look into his beautiful brown ones. “I love you.”

Your chest inflates rapidly, like all the emotion just bursts into it. A giggle escapes your lips, the smile on your face seeming to be permanently etched there. He tugs you into the tightest hug, and you feel his heart beat rapidly against your own as your arms fling themselves around his torso, burying your head in his neck.

God, it’s like you fit perfectly there.

He slouches down, ignoring the book you dropped and the forgotten tv show, and lays you down, chest to chest, his arms wrapped around you as you curl into his chest. He nestles his nose into your hair, breathing you in, feeling the breath, the life in you as you breathe in sync with him.

Any sense of time, responsibilities, or the outside world become muted and pale in comparison.

It’s just you and him.

The sizzling sounds of bacon for dinner mixed with Eddie’s humming to some oldies fill the kitchen. Every time he turns around from the stove to grab something, he shoots you a smile that captivates his face, something that you wholeheartedly return each time. The acknowledgement that this is love somehow didn’t feel like it had tied you to anything or that any new expectations were put on either one of you. You simply want his company and he, yours.

You scroll through your phone absentmindedly, though the sight of his hips in his low sitting sweatpants are much more enticing than anything your phone’s algorithms have to show you. Playfully, Eddie keeps dancing a little too hard to the music, head banging and swinging his hips to even the softest of Dad Rock.

God, it’s Heaven. As Eddie serves up a few plates, Dylan comes down dressed in one of his better date night outfits.

“Ooh, hot date?” You ask him, leaning forward onto the kitchen island.

Dylan’s brows furrow, stopping mid stride. “Yeah. Not talking to you about that. You’re still my ex. And you’re still seeing my dad. Weirdo.”

Eddie sends a glare his way, eyes darkening in a split second. Dylan rolls his eyes, sneaking around him to grab a bite of bacon. Ignoring it, Eddie places a plate in front of you with eggs, bacon and toast, and you thank him as he leans in for a kiss.

“Love you.” Eddie mutters, and you smile into his lips and feel him do the same.

“L-love?” Dylan spits out, his voice exasperated. He shakes his head, still chewing on the bacon. “Fuck right off.”

“Dyl.” Eddie starts, leaning forward as he takes a bite from his toast. He has a devious smile on his face, chewing on his idea. “Quiet. The adults are talking.”

If you had expected something out of pocket, it certainly wasn’t that.

The brown eyes Dylan shares with his father widen in pure exasperation. “What?? Dad, I’m six months older than her!”

You barely keep in the laughter that bubbles out of your chest. Eddie grins at you and lets out his own chuckle. “That’ll teach you to be an ass, huh?”

Dylan doesn’t respond, just grits his teeth and yanks one more piece of bacon before leaving through the front door.

Dylan Munson got dealt a dirty fucking hand from whoever the fuck is in charge of this shit.

It was only a mere nine weeks ago when you made your way across the mixer to say hi to him that he thought things were going his way. The more he saw you, the more he thought that this had to be leading to something. It made sense to him, but as he had started mentioning long term plans or anything of the like, he could feel you clam up. Every time he mentioned something requiring commitment, your shoulders tensed up, your face winced by only a smidge, but when it became a regular occurrence, Dylan realized you might not have been ready as you thought you were.

He was willing to accept it. So, he took matters into his own hands. Honestly, he would’ve been fine paying the daily fee for parking, but he knew his dad was there, and he was excited to introduce you to him. Boy, what a shit show that turned out to be.

As he woke up to an empty bed, he had expected you to be downstairs. Instead, he was faced with a bowl of cereal without the milk, and he couldn’t tell how long it had been there. He searched the whole house. Your bag, clothes, and shoes were still there, so he knew you couldn’t have gone far. Turns out, he was right. You didn’t. You went two doors down from his own.

The sight of you and his fucking dad in the white sheets was already too much to bear, and then the stab of betrayal from his own father hurt more the initial shock of yours, tugging angry tears from his eyes as he ran to his room. The torture of hearing your whimpers, a sound he knew well, while downstairs trying to cheer himself up was fucking brutal.

When you finally left, his dad came home with a terribly apologetic look on his face as he walked through the front door. Dylan refused to hear a damn word out of his mouth, dismissing all his claims of ‘holding back as long as he could’ and ‘I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before.’ Shit just hurt.

A day later, Dylan couldn’t hold it in anymore. He screamed at the top of his lungs, the anger finally kicking in. His dad did yell back, but mostly at the choice words aimed at you. It hurt for a moment, as it felt like he cared more about someone he had met last week, his (now ex) girlfriend.

When you and his dad showed no signs of slowing or stopping any time soon, he realized this would become a new normal. Didn’t mean he liked it.

He came home after a relatively long day at work to you and his dad sitting and watching a movie comfortably. His knee jerk reaction was to swear angrily, but the look on your face stuck with him. You had never relaxed with him. You were always looking around corners or there was some part in your body unable to lean into him completely.

As you apologized awkwardly on his bed, his hurt finally felt acknowledged by you, and fuck, he needed to hear that he didn’t do anything wrong. He genuinely started to wonder if he did.

Most of his nights he spent going out, his friends asking where the hot new girlfriend he was bragging about now was. He just said you cheated on him and it was over and they called you a bitch and moved on.

Yes, even Ethan. (The one friend you actually liked)

He drowned his sorrows in alcohol, always making his way back to the house where his ex was expected to be at any given time. God, it was so shit.

After your apology, though, he had to admit, you looked good together. It seemed like his dad’s smile just hadn’t left his face for days, and goddamn, was it annoying to admit that you were good for him. That remaining anger seemed to itch at him, unable to forgive or forget, a buried hatchet with an X to mark the spot.

Ethan eventually brought his girlfriend to boys’ night out, which was met with disgruntled groans from the collective group. Ethan’s girlfriend invited a friend who would be joining, and Dylan fought hard not to roll his eyes.

An hour into the night, a drink, and a few good dances in, Ethan’s girlfriend brought her in, and Dylan stopped dead in his tracks. Okay, no one said she would be fucking gorgeous.

If Dylan thought you were out of his league, then Maya wasn’t even playing the same game. His heart pounded out of his chest, and he knew he had to grab this girl a drink and get her number, now. As he pulled into an easy conversation with her, the hairs stood on his arms as it felt electric just being near her.

Maya met his enthusiasm, agreeing to a date within the first hour of conversation with him. One of his buddies mentioned Dylan had been cheated on by his most recent girlfriend, and Maya was floored. If any girl was lucky enough to have him, how could they even think of cheating?

As Dylan rode home in the backseat of his friend’s truck, drunk on her undivided attention and, well, plain ol’ drunk, something his dad had said came to mind. “I can’t explain it, I just had to know her. In every sense of the word.”

He felt the same way about Maya. Everything about her drew him in. Her smell, the way her jeans hugged her hips, the shine of her red hair. God, she was fucking beautiful.

As he smelled bacon on the way down the stairs, he decided to grab a piece on his way out to his first date with Maya, jitters galore. You asking him about the date was kind, but still too weird for him to gush about the gorgeous girl from the bar he met when that ‘gorgeous girl’ was once you.

Love you, his dad said. The word struck him, it occurred to him he doesn’t truly understand how much you and his father cared for one another. The L word didn’t come easily to Munson men, after all. Dylan walked to his car, disgruntled as the interaction rolled over in his mind.

What a mess he would be bringing her home to, if he ever got lucky enough.

Since you worked the next day, you had to go home for the night. The lingering kisses at Eddie’s door were too much to bear.

Too much for Eddie, too. You get a text about twenty minutes after you get home, Need you.

You grit your teeth, you need him, too. Working four days in a row sounds manageable, at least it usually does. Without Eddie to come home to or to wake up with, it’s nearly torture. You ignore Skylar’s comment of codependency. Fuck co-dependency, it isn’t that you depend on him too much, you just need him too much. You need to come home to him, to sit and watch tv with him… It’s the domestic bliss you miss.

Somehow, just reading a book at the end of the night without his even breaths has you on edge. You shoot him a text letting him know you’d be there soon.

As you walk through the doorway of Eddie’s house, he welcomes you and you hop into his arms, inhaling his shampoo as soon as you get close enough to, his familiar scent bringing you an indescribable feeling of safety. “Need you to stop leaving for so long.” He mutters, feeling nearly crazy for missing you so much while you were gone.

You hum in response, staring into his pretty eyes as they stare down at you lovingly, resting your chin on his chest.

“Move in with me.” It’s impulsive.

You blink, unable to register what he just said. “Uh, what?”

He chuckles, hoping the stunned look on your face is a good thing. “It’s stupid for you to keep moving back and forth between here and your apartment all the time. Move in with me.”

It’s a tempting offer. Could you do it? Realistically, could you bring your things in, set up your skin care routine in his bathroom, have a horde of snacks at your disposal, bring Bethany over for sleepovers…is it possible? He watches as you think it through, and his heart skips a beat as he watches it falter. “I-I can’t. Not yet, at least.”

His head tilts curiously, eyebrows furrowed. “Hmm?”

“I’m still tied to my lease for another three months.” You can’t abandon Sky, not after all this time. “Skylar would be pissed if I just up and left her to either scramble for a new roommate or for a new apartment.”

Was that it? “Oh,” Eddie says, relieved. “I can pay that.”

His answer momentarily stuns you, and a gorgeous laugh escapes his lips as he takes in your slack jaw and wide eyes. “W-what?”

He leans in, kissing your lips sweetly. “Sweetheart. I’m not gonna wait another ninety days when I can just pay it now and get you here tomorrow.”

“You’ll pay my half?” You ask, eyebrows raised, a light smile on your face.

“What’s your rent?”

“1800 for the apartment, we both pay 900 plus utilities.”

He does the quick math. “Oh, so 54 (hundred) to buy the lease out? Yeah, I’ll pay it. Might relieve Sky from being pissed at me for stealing her roommate.”

The casualty of his words drench your underwear, his urge to take care of you sending a heat to your center you can’t explain. You lean in, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip, showing your appreciation. “Can-can we go upstairs?” You ask him, out of breath.

Eddie smiles, taking in your lust-blown eyes and slack expression. “You know that’s not why I offered, right?”

The overwhelming happiness bubbles up from the inside and you shoot a wide smile up at him, chin resting on his chest again. “I know. Still, baby. Want you. Please,”

Eddie smirks, framing your face with his thumbs lightly. “When you say it so nicely, how could I ever refuse?”

You tug him by the hand and start running up the stairs. A yelp echoes through the house as Eddie grabs at your ass near the top, and when he lies down on the bed, you can’t get his cock down your throat fast enough.

To say the least, Sky couldn’t find it in her to be angry. She was going to miss you, more than she could describe as her roommate. She also had a three month warning to find a new roommate or a new apartment and had ample time to put at least some money aside while she didn’t have to pay for rent. She really had nothing to complain about. Still, she was gonna miss you.

As soon as the lust of him offering to take care of you died down, you went into overdrive, remembering how stressed you were when you had to move in your current apartment, a lease you’ve renewed twice now. You started making a list of things you needed, working between your phone and a random spiral notebook you found in a junk drawer. How many boxes did you need to get? If you used both Eddie and Dylan’s trucks how many hours would it take to move down the stairs-only building you had?

“What’re you working on?” You hear his voice over your shoulder.

“Oh, just working out the kinks of moving. My car won’t be enough, I’ll need your guys’ trucks to help. I also have my own furniture to worry about. The entertainment center is hers, but the couch is mine. My dresser, my bed, my bathroom shelf, all my bathroom junk—”

“Baby.” He interrupts you, a hand sliding up to your neck. “Relax. I can hire someone to take care of all of this for you. Just focus on packing your things and directing the men around on where to put them.” He places his hands delicately beneath your chin. “Ok?”

Fuck, you might just blow him again.

“Ok.”

And you did just that. You shared your list to Eddie’s phone, who called a smaller moving truck with three men to assist, hired an organizer to assist in organizing what you do or don’t need and who will handle selling your furniture, and finally, paying the rest of your rent to your front office without blinking an eye to get you out of the lease.

Soon, you were on the driveway on a hot day, watching as all the boxes containing your clothes, shoes, makeup, and other junk went up the stairs to Eddie’s (and now your) bedroom, a few staying downstairs.

He stands next to you in a white muscle shirt with a band you don’t know pictured on the front and some sweats, hands on his hips as he watches the movers go back and forth between the house and the truck. He radiates authority, each mover couldn’t be much older or younger than you, but they all look to him with respect, all of their words followed by the word ‘sir’.

“Sir, huh?” You ask, teasing him.

Eddie slightly grimaces, rejecting it. “Yeah, they insisted.”

“Dunno, kinda suits you.” You tease, and you walk back to the house, missing the audible gulp that comes from his throat, imagining it. You, on your knees, begging for him, calling him sir…

“Sir?” One of the movers asks, getting his attention. He flicks back, seeing the clipboard held in front of him. “Need you to sign.”

“Oh, shit, sorry.” He mumbles, picking up the pen to sign.

As he signs his name, Dylan pulls up, taking in the men, the truck, the boxes on the floor visible past the open front door. “She’s moving in?”

Eddie looks at him, apologetic. He had asked you yesterday, and since then, he hasn’t had time to sit down and tell Dylan in person. “Sorry, bud. Kind of just happened all at once.”

Dylan thinks of his new girlfriend’s apartment, the night he had just spent wrapped up in her sheets. “I-I get that.”

Eddie blinks, expecting more of a push-back. “So, dad. I met this girl.” Oh, that explains it. “She’s…” the smile that lands on Dylan’s face is peaceful, and Eddie feels both curious and reassured. “Anyway. I wanted to bring her over for dinner to introduce her. Is that okay?”

A firm hand lands on Dylan’s shoulder, bringing him for a hug. “Of course, bud. When did you want to bring her over?”

“Friday at 6?”

It’s Wednesday, so that gives you both ample time to unpack and get the house ready for a dinner guest. “Friday works. Bring her over.”

“Hey, do you guys need any more help with the boxes?” He asks, running into the house.

Eddie doesn’t answer as he stands, stunned at the change in his son over the last, what, week?

The next two days make Dylan realize although he was in a much forgiving mood, he’s going to need to move out and fast. Just when he thought the two of you were bad, he didn’t realize how much worse you’d be when you moved in. In hindsight, he wasn’t sure how he didn’t see it coming.

Soon, he texted a friend he knew who was looking for another apartment about maybe moving in together after realizing your moans were not coming from your bedroom as he grabbed his keys and booked it for the front door.

You were on Eddie’s laundry room floor, wrapped in his arms, with only your shirt around your torso and his hair halfway out of its ponytail. You were still in the middle of recovering; Eddie edged you twice before finally letting you finish. “Did you hear the front door close?” Eddie asks, still breathing heavily as he does.

“N-no.” You gasp, moving your head up to face him, his chest hair tickling your chin. “Were we that loud?”

Eddie laughs, letting a thumb pet your face lightly. “Have you ever tried to be quiet, sweetheart?”

You shut him up with a kiss, slippery, but filled to the brim with everything you had. “Shut up.”

“I love you.” He mutters as you wrap yourself in his arms, and you whisper it back into his chest. “We do have company coming over, so we should probably finish unpacking.”

You groan lightly, but Eddie takes your hands and forces the two of you onto your feet, your knees lightly buckling. “I have so much stuff! There’s so much left to unpack.”

“Oh, I’m sure unpacking yourself into the second half of the walk-in is so hard, baby. C’mon, I’ll help you out.”

Again, Eddie’s house looks humble from the outside, but it was nothing to snark at. As he made more money, he slowly upgraded and renovated instead of just moving into a bigger house. The one upgrade that wasn’t really for him, but a constant reminder of what he lost, was the his-and-hers closet he had made for his ex, something she only enjoyed for six months before leaving him. He was excited to see your dresses, skirts, pants, and underwear in his closet, and especially your smell. Basically, he was excited for your invasion of the house.

You walk over to his–your–room where there are still boxes sitting, waiting to be unpacked. You start unpacking the one labeled dresses/skirts. As you start laying out a pile, separating the skirts you knew you weren’t gonna wear from the ones you would, Eddie sidled up beside you, pulling one you knew looked good on you up from the pile you weren’t gonna wear. “Hey, hey. Why haven’t I seen you in this one?”

You hesitate in your answer, pulling two more dresses out before answering. “Dylan fucked me while I wore that.” You admit, and he drops it immediately. He pulls another one up, hands moving over the silky blue fabric. Damn that one looked great on you. “That one, too.”

He drops it unceremoniously, hands moving to his hips. “Which ones hasn’t he touched you in?”

You put your hands on the much smaller, less appealing pile. “These.”

Eddie sighs, scratching his head. “Alright. We’re going shopping.” He announces, placing the pile of your old ‘rejects’ onto the floor.

“Huh?” You ask him, not sure you heard him correctly.

“Yep. Just leave all the clothes in a pile right there, and on Saturday I’m taking you shopping.”

“Baby, I work Saturday.”

“So call in.”

After Eddie helps you settle in for the next day and a half, you spend a good portion of your Friday in the kitchen, working in tandem to make supper together. You place plates at the dining room table Eddie and Dylan barely used, straighten up the napkins and the utensils when Eddie comes from behind you, and you feel his cock press right up against your ass. You grind back into it, closing your eyes and whimpering.

“Ed, they’ll be here in like,” you let out a sigh, “half an hour.”

He turns you, giving you a dirty kiss and gripping your hips harshly. “Then we better get moving.” He slips your dress up your hips and your underwear down.

“Hmm…take off your pants.”

He slips his cock in, bending you over the table, making you gasp. “Already off, baby.”

Dylan pulls up in his truck, now having to park in the same spot you did in the street since you took over his spot on the driveway. “So, this is my house.”

“For three more weeks?” Maya asks, teasing him.

He lets their hands intertwine, leading her to the door. “I did grow up here.”

“Yet your dad is kicking you out.” She says, eyes narrowed.

“No, not kicking me out…” He drifts off, when Maya’s green eyes silently ask him, he dismisses it. “I’ll tell you later. C’mon.” He unlocks the front door, and as soon as it’s open, a very peculiar, very annoying sound is heard echoing in the house.

“Fuck, Ed, oh shit.”

Maya’s eyes go wide, it takes her a second longer to understand what they were listening to than it did for Dylan. Dylan shuts the front door, shoving his hand into his pocket for his phone. He dials his dad right away. “…Hello?” Eddie asks after three rings.

Dylan puts him on speaker. “Dad, wrap it up, we’re here.”

“Shit, sorry. Give us five—” the sound of your giggles interrupts him, “sorry, ten minutes. W-we’ll call you.”

He hangs up.

Maya’s face is the picture-perfect expression of what the fuck. “Dyl, when you said your family dynamic is odd…”

“I meant it. C’mon, let’s go for a walk to the corner store.”

Maya is taken aback, but she easily falls in line as Dylan holds his hand out for her. “Can’t believe the first thing I heard from your dad was that.”

“Darling, I have never meant it more than I have right now.” Dylan assures her, and she can see how much he means it in his brown eyes. “My dad has met my girlfriends in worse situations. Just be glad we didn’t see anything…’cause that was not coming from their bedroom.”

Eventually, you had to go upstairs to find a new dress to wear, Eddie having completely soiled it during your tryst as he phoned Dylan to let them know they were in the clear. Turns out, the two of you had time blindness when it came to one another, because neither of you were even close to done when Dylan had called.

As you climb down the stairs, there’s a knock on the door, and Eddie meets you there in time to open it to face Dylan and his new girlfriend. It was an intriguing feeling, opening the door to Dylan while Eddie’s arm was behind your back. Like a couple welcoming their son home. It was…bizarre to say the least. “Hey, sorry about—”

“It’s fine, dad. Rather not talk about it.” Dylan insists, his arm around a pretty redhead.

“Sure. Come on in.”

They step in, Maya taking a look around at the place as she does. “Maya, this is my dad and his girlfriend, Y/N. Guys, this is Maya.”

You weren’t used to Dylan being suddenly so cool with you and Eddie being together. He’s never out loud said that you were his dad’s girlfriend before without rolling his eyes or gagging. Whatever he had with Maya seemed to bring him some peace.

Thank god, you didn’t know if you could handle more eye rolls from Eddie’s 25-year-old teenage son. “Maya! Nice to meet you.” You hold your hand out to her, which she accepts graciously.

You remember meeting Eddie as a father to Dylan, and while your thoughts were occupied, whatever you were expecting for Dylan’s dad, it certainly wasn’t Eddie. You could see it clear in her face she wasn’t expecting this metalhead, either.

“Hi, Mr. Munson, nice to meet you.” She extends her hand to Eddie, and Eddie just about loses his mind.

“Ew. Don’t. Call me Eddie. Please.” Eddie gags, the same reaction he had when you addressed him that way when you first met.

“Oh. Sorry. Nice to meet you, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles back, purposefully dressing himself down as a parental figure. You could tell he was poising himself differently for them. Whether it was self consciousness over the last time he met a girlfriend, or making it clear to Dylan he had no plans for a second contender, it did the job.

“Alright, the dining room is this way.” You extend your hand out down the hall, leading the way out of a somewhat awkward situation.

The four of you sit at the table, both men at the heads of the table while you and Maya sit across from one another. Eddie picks up the salad bowl, plating himself quickly and handing it over to you. “So, Dylan. Tell us how you and Maya met.”

They both start the story, eager to share. “Oh, can I tell, Dyl? You always get to.”

“Fine by me.”

Maya giggles softly before facing you and Eddie. “Well, my best friend sort of ditched me to tag along to guys’ night, and I refused to be ditched, so I got myself ready and ended up being fashionably late. When she invited me, I was already done for the night, pajamas and all but I got dressed up out of pure spite.” You chuckle, that’s something Bethany would do. “I got to the club, and suddenly I saw Dylan, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone else for the rest of the night.” She looks over to him, her eyes soft and her pink lips in a sweet smile. “He just drew me right in. We talked for so long we didn’t even realize it was time for last call.”

“Wow.” You comment, taking the last bowl in rotation from Eddie’s hands, the stir-fry vegetables. “Sounds like you guys have a great connection.” You look at Dylan at the last word, hoping he receives your message.

“Oh, we truly do.” Maya grins, Dylan shooting a wink at her in response.

Eddie grabs your hand under the table, and you hold it, petting at the tough skin and colliding with his rings.

“Our first date was incredible.” Maya mentions off-hand but doesn’t elaborate. If it was anything like your first date with Eddie, you knew better than to pry further. “So Dylan told me how you guys met, tell me about that.”

You and Eddie share a look of surprise at how casually she mentions it. You weren’t expecting her to know yet, in fact you were wondering if Dylan was going to tell her at all. Eddie lets out a chuckle. “A shitshow, let’s just say. When Dylan found us, it just became real messy in here.”

Unfortunately, Eddie missed the continuous waving Dylan was doing across the table to stop, please!

“How would meeting online make things messy?” Maya asks, the story Eddie had just told her and the story Dylan explained not exactly lining up.

“What?” Eddie asks, now unsure himself.

Your hand meets your mouth in understanding, facing Dylan with his head in his own hands. “Baby, I don’t think he told her, yet.”

“Nope.” Dylan musters out, annoyed.

“Oh.”

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Maya asks, watching everyone’s facial expressions one by one.

Dylan sighs, not ready to explain this part. “They didn’t meet online. Remember, my ex? The one who cheated on me?”

Maya rolls her eyes. “Of course I remember that bitch.” She says, giving you a look that says, ‘am I right’.

Dylan sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Uh, Maya?”

“Hmm?”

“That’s her.” He says, pointing to you. “She cheated with my dad.”

Maya looks at you, dumbfounded, as you wave with a tight smile on your face. Being called that cheating bitch behind your back was certainly a new development from him. Not the…greatest feeling in the world. She looks to Eddie, who isn’t smiling, somewhat insulted on your behalf, but gives a friendly wave nonetheless.

“O-oh.”

“I said my family dynamic is different, didn’t I?”

“I thought you meant with how young she is…”

“There’s that…and there’s this. It used to hurt me a lot more, but honestly, since I met you, I don’t really feel that pain anymore.” He says to her. “I wish we could’ve had this conversation in private, but I guess I didn’t warn them.” A new hardness reaches Maya’s eyes as she looks at you, and you’re slightly taken aback by it. “Don’t be mad at them, because I’m not anymore. Well, mostly anyway. My dad said when he met her that he had to know everything about her or he was going to lose his mind.” You look to Eddie, and he winks at you slyly as you mouth the words I love you to him. “I used to think that was bullshit… But when I met you, Maya, I felt the same way, and I realized I couldn’t blame them for pursuing it if it was half as strong as what I felt when I saw you.”

The ice in Maya’s stare all melts the gloss in her eyes. “That’s still super messed up.”

“One hundred percent.” Dylan looks over to you and Eddie, and you’re wondering if the two of you were supposed to leave the table and give them privacy. “But now…they look good together. They’re good for one another. She puts this smile on his face that I never get to see anymore, and she seems more happy with him than she ever was with me.”

Your phone buzzes in your chair under your thigh. A text from Eddie. For the record, no one feels as strongly for anyone as I do for you. No one ever will.

You look at him and he nods once, his lips in a firm line. Your hands reach for his, interlocking with his. “Maya, I know you didn’t mean to but I would appreciate you not calling her a bitch.” Eddie tells her, parent voice on. “Now that we have all that out of the way, Maya, tell us what you do for work.”

Maya was a peach, and she seemed great for Dylan. As she helped clear the table she asked Dylan a question and it led to him announcing he was moving out. Out loud, Eddie gave him a proud hug, telling him it was a great idea.

To you, Eddie pumped his fist in celebration. As you washed the dishes that night, insisting Dylan and Maya go enjoy a movie on the couch, Eddie comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “When Dylan finally moves out, I’m fucking you on every surface in this house. I might just tell you to stay naked for easier access.” He leaves a wet kiss on your neck, and you’re left to imagine the possibilities as he adjusts himself while clearing the rest of the table.

True to his word, as Saturday dawns, Eddie wakes you up two hours before you start work and tosses your phone to call in sick for it. You text your manager at his request, and as soon as you hit send, Eddie sends you to his bathroom to get ready for a shopping day. In your first outfit, a pair of shorts and an oversized sweater, Eddie looks up and down at you exasperated and tells you to go get all dressed up and put some makeup on.

When your hands land on your hips at this he backtracks hard. “Of course you can wear what you want, baby! I just know that you love to get all dressed up, and I thought it would be fun for you. That’s all. We’re going to be trying on lots of clothes and I want my girl feeling her best.”

Okay, he has a point. An hour passes by, Eddie moving around you as he gets dressed up himself, less dramatic than his date night outfit, but dressed up all the same. As you finish, a wing on your eye, he comes behind you, looking over your shoulder for something. “You know I used to wear eyeliner all the time?”

“I…no?” You stutter, turning to face him.

“Might put some on today.” He mutters, slightly teasing you.

“If you don’t want to scare the general public, maybe we’ll save it for a date night, Ed.” You yank the pencil away from him, terrified that if you look away for one second, he’ll go overboard.

“Not even a little on my water line?” He asks, and you suddenly realize that yes, he does want some makeup for the day.

“I don’t see why not.” You shrug.

Now you walk hand in hand in the largest mall in town, starting the journey down the large aisle, leading Eddie. But eventually, Eddie ends up leading you, knowing exactly which stores he wants to go to. In the first store he takes you to, you look around the racks timidly, putting away anything you see over 20 bucks. In less than five minutes, Eddie comes by with a pile of clothes in his arms. “I’m gonna get a dressing room started, ok?” He pauses, noticing the 45 dollar dress you just put back. “Ooh, can you hand me that?”

“No, it’s too much.” You insist, looking at the large pile of clothes he has. You thought he meant like, three or four items at the most.

“I didn’t ask how much it was, sweetheart. Hand it over.” He tells you, to which you do. Only five minutes later, as you have only picked out two or three more dresses yourself, does he swing by and tug you to the biggest dressing room, the walls decorated with clothing.

“I-I’m not trying all of this on, am I?” You look around, it would take you at least an hour, and that’s if you hurried.

“Yep. And you’re showing me every piece.” He says, before closing the door on your stunned face.

“Eddie, this is way too much.”

“No complaining, just show me the first one!” he yells to you, no real bark behind his command.

The first dress you wear was a bit revealing, an open back, up to your thighs with a cowl neckline that shows cleavage. He smiles at you, leaning his elbows onto his knees in the seat offered in the dressing room. “Nice… Do a spin.” You roll your eyes, spinning for him slowly and timidly. He whistles lowly. “Man, I’m good. Next!”

He asked for a spin in everything you modeled for him until he didn’t need to, you did it for him. With each new piece, you were learning to not care if you were in a store with him, posing for him as he assessed each piece. Some you thought looked decent on you, he put in the no pile, while others you thought were a sure no, he put in the yes. He told you ultimately, it was your decision and if you felt uncomfortable, you could put one in the no pile, but he knew your body better than anyone. If he insisted it looked good, it must’ve looked good.

At the last piece you put on, he can’t seem to decide, asking an attendant for her opinion. She says she thinks the shirt looks amazing on you but isn’t sure about the style of pants. “Yeah, I chose them just to see if you’d wear it.” You shook your head no, feeling uncomfortable in the business type pants. “Cool. Get dressed in your clothes, we have more stores to hit up.” You toss the shirt to him after yanking it off, and by the time you make your way to the register, the attendant is already handing over two oversized bags to him.

“Eddie, this is enough clothes, I really don’t need anymore!” You insist as he directs you to a store only three spaces over.

As soon as you walk in, they see the big bags Eddie’s carrying and immediately offer their assistance. Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing he only ever gets the star treatment if he’s walking around with the occasional designer bag. (He likes their underwear). “Well, I don’t know if you noticed, but the women’s side of our closet is huge, and you didn’t have nearly enough clothes to fill it anyway.”

Our closet. You’re so fixated on the use of the word our that you don’t realize he’s waiting for you to talk. “Doesn’t mean I need more.”

“Oh, that’s exactly what it means!” He turns to the employee who’s been following him around and hands her the bags. “Be a dear and hold on to these, will ya?” He turns back to you, resting one hand on the rack beside him and staring down at you intensely. “Baby. I want to spoil you. Let me. Please! Pick out some clothes you want, I’ll pick some out, too, and you can try them on.”

“You’ve spoiled me so much already!” You insist, gulping at the sincerity in his eyes. “You’re all I could ever ask for.”

“That’s exactly why I have to spoil you.” He retorts, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you. Let me show you how much. I have a stupid amount in savings. I kind of want to chuck some out just to keep me humble.”

You giggle at this, finally, fully giving in to his madness.

Madness, it is. As you go from store to store, he gets about two more bags full from each one, and you’re sure some of these outfits will never see the light of day after you see how he looks at you in them. About ten percent will just be something you put on for about two seconds before he takes it off you. He’s buying dresses he knows he’ll be the only person to ever take them off or see you in them.

At one point, he runs back to his truck to put the eight bags he got tired of carrying around away, coming back to meet you in the store he left you in. It wasn’t much of a clothing store, but you had a basket of things you were planning to buy for yourself. Earrings, a knick knack for your desk, a cute notebook and the like. (There was a shirt you found for Eddie that you got just for the hell of it.) You're waiting in line, and you’re digging through your purse for your wallet when Eddie comes behind you, wallet out, card in the machine. “I—”

“Baby. Your money is useless today. Let me.”

You roll your eyes, and the cashier’s wide eyes at his pet-name for you catches your eye, a laugh escaping you. “Yeah, sorry. Guess I forgot to mention my boyfriend is also in his 40s.” You giggle, having just gushed about how Eddie was spoiling you to him.

“What? 40s? I’m clearly in my 20s.” Eddie asks, acting offended.

The poor cashier looks genuinely frightened, holding up his hands in surrender. “He’s joking. He is. Likes to make people squirm.”

“Oh I love to make you squirm—”

“Eddie!” You berate him, yanking him out of the store as he lets out a bout of laughter. He catches his breath, still laughing as you cross your arms, waiting impatiently for him to stop.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you made it too easy! C’mon, two more stores, then we can grab food.”

“Can I pay for food?” You ask, holding his hand.

Eddie smiles, petting your hand with his thumb. “Of course.”

The second to last store he brings you to is an underwear store. Eddie lets you do all the picking, following closely behind and offering any commentary when you ask for it. For once, he doesn’t insist that you model for him, claiming that just seeing you go through the lacier drawers of panties was torture enough. You walk out with a wardrobe’s worth of new underwear, bras, and a little bit of lingerie. It was the first time you were there to see the total, your eyes widening as Eddie takes out his card.

He smirks at your stunned expression. “Oh, this isn’t even the highest bill, sweetheart.” The transaction goes through and the kind lady behind the desks offers the bags to him. “This isn’t even half of it.”

The bill was at about 700 dollars, so the very idea drove you insane that he had already collected every receipt and refused to let you see them.

He brings you to one last store, wall to wall, covered in clothes. He goes a little ham this time, and you notice he focuses on basics. Sweatpants, sweaters, shorts, and under shirts. There’s one thing he chooses that has you struggling to get the zipper up, and eventually you call out for him for help after a good five minutes of fumbling .

He opens the curtain delicately so as to not reveal anything, and you look at him helplessly as your hand can’t reach the zipper sitting low on your ass. His fingers are light to the touch, as one hand rests on your shoulder, one on the zipper as it goes up to your neck, your hair held by your hands. You can’t help the shiver that runs through you as your hair curtains down around your neck, and you turn to face him, holding your hands out to silently ask him what he thought.

What does he think? He thinks that this fucking dress looks so good on you that it would be a crime to get you to start trying on those shorts and sweaters. Hell, you knew your size, you were probably good to go. It was much less revealing than any dress you tried on, a number he’ll probably get you to wear on your next date. He couldn’t help himself, surrounded by the privacy of the small room, he leans in to kiss you sweetly, one hand going up to frame your neck. “Baby.” He mutters, his voice sounding desperate. “You look…fucking gorgeous.”

You smile into it, your hand tracing the seam of his shirt along his torso. “Thanks. Help me out of it? I still need to try on all these clothes.”

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, surprising you. A slight whimper escapes you as he backs you into the wall against a few clothing articles hanging there. “I will absolutely help you out of this dress.” He says, his voice husky and a touch of arousal lands in your underwear as you realize why. “But then I’m going to get my cock in you.”

“In-in here?” You ask, highly aware you’re in a public space.

“Mmhmm. Be quiet and no one will suspect a thing.” he says, hand slipping under the skirt of the dress to start palming at your folds over your panties. You whimper at the touch into his mouth, focusing all your energy on not alerting the kind sales lady that you were hooking up in her dressing room. “Oh, good girl, keeping herself quiet.”

“It’s…it’s hard.” You whimper, the light touches over your panties not enough, but still causing more arousal.

“So am I.” Eddie chuckles, watching your face as he teases you. He slips the hand into your panties, letting them drop on the floor. “Oh, so wet, huh?” He asks you, eyebrows furrowed as he plays with the slick on your folds.

“Mmhmm.”

“Does daddy buying all the pretty clothes make you all hot, baby?” He asks, voice in your ear and fingers rubbing at your clit gentle, but enough to start you to your destination. You nod your head, because on some level, this was a big turn on for you. “Oh, you horny little slut.”

“Good girl…” You whimper, and Eddie leans back from your shoulder. “Good girl. Please?” You ask him, the slut shaming wasn’t doing it for you.

“Oh, you wanna be called a good girl, huh? Daddy’s good girl?” You nod, your eyes closing as he starts to rub at your clit faster.

“Feels…feels good, Daddy…”

“Daddy’s gonna make you cum, and since you’re a good girl you’re not gonna make a fucking sound. Okay?” You nod, holding a whimper in your throat from the finger he slides into your heat. “Oh she’s close.” He mutters to himself, placing gentle kisses on your neck. “Fall apart on my fingers so I can fuck you, my good girl.”

Your mouth is open in a silent scream, an orgasm shaking through you as you wither against the dressing room wall.

“Oh, that’s my good girl, such a good listener. Now, turn around and hold on to those hooks.” You do as he says, and as you brace yourself with your hands awkwardly against the hooks decorated with hangers, he zips the dress off you, lifting it over your head and nearly forgetting to muffle his own moan when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra. He lets his pants fall around his calves, and as his cock pushes you, you let your jaw open and eyes close, doing everything you could not to moan out loud.

He slowly bucks into you, and you close your eyes and lean against the wall headfirst while the scent of store clothes invades your senses. Soon, Eddie leans forward, forcing your torso up against his back as he places his ringed hand around you like a necklace. He kisses at the skin he can reach sweetly, eyes open as he watches your reaction to everything he does to you.

While the prospect of being caught by someone was hot, Eddie found himself watching for your visual reactions than listening for your audible ones. Hmm. He didn’t realize he had begun to rely on them. “How’s Daddy’s cock?”

“G-good.” You whisper, leaning into his chest with your head back against his shoulder.

“Gonna cum in you.” He mutters. He starts fucking into you a little harder, and it has to be perfectly timed because if he went all the way in, the sound of his balls against your pussy would be a dead giveaway.

“How’s everything in there?”

“Speak.” Eddie commands you, and you have to tear yourself from outer space for a moment.

“Great, thank you!”

“Just a reminder we try not to encourage two people in one dressing room.”

“She was just needing help with a zipper. Almost done.” Eddie pipes out, sounding relatively normal for someone seconds away from cumming.

“If you need any help or sizes, let us know.”

“Thanks…” Shit, that sounded out of breath.

“Cum in me.” You whisper, and Eddie does just that, slowly fucking his way through his orgasm, his cheeks flushed, shirt clinging onto the sweat.

You nearly protest as he takes himself out and tucks himself back into his pants. At this point, you were so turned on you kind of wanted to blow him while you had him in the room. You hold his face in your hands and connect your foreheads. “Is it bad I still want more?” You mutter under your breath.

Eddie swears softly, his boner fighting harshly against his slacks. “Fuck. No, I do, too.” He tugs your naked self into his arms, kissing your hair softly. “But…she was suspicious. Unless we want to get kicked out, we should quit while we’re ahead.”

“Can I blow you when we get home?” You ask him, turning to grab your own clothes off the floor.

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs the clothes scattered around the dressing room. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

It took multiple trips from Eddie’s truck to bring in all the bags. You truly didn’t realize how many pieces of clothing he had bought you until you saw it all scattered on the closet floor, all ready to be reorganized. Eddie starts hanging them, and you notice the outline of his cock in his slacks. He was still throbbing.

“Can I?” You ask, sitting pretty on your knees and looking up at him.

“Fuck, I’m never gonna say no to that.” Eddie answers, placing a hand under your chin.

You undo his pants, giving him a hungry look as his cock springs free. “You’re still hard?” You ask, knowing you’ve gotten food at the food court and walked around the mall a bit more before coming home.

“Mmhm.” You smile, jerking him lazily as you eye the length hungrily. You have the idea to tease him more, but the need to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue is too much. Eddie swears loudly as you take him in your mouth, gripping onto the center console for accessories and underwear. “Fuck”

You slowly bob your head up and down, staring up at him through your eyelashes as you relax your throat and allow your nose to meet his stomach. His hands skim through your hair, moving your head lightly, and again, you find it ridiculously easy to submit to him.

Eddie is uncharacteristically quiet, head thrown back in bliss as he feels the spit gather at his base. His stomach starts to tighten up a little bit and under your hands, his thighs are tense. Somehow it spells out to you he’s close.

You prepare yourself, moving your head faster on your own accord, opening your eyes at him again to watch for his reaction as you double down. A goddamn whimper escapes his throat as you continue, and suddenly it’s your goddamn mission to make him make that sound again. “Fuck, baby. Fuck…” Without any warning, the warm salty taste of his cum hits your tongue and you moan around him as he rides through his orgasm.

For once, as you wipe your mouth, you can tell he’s the one that needs recovery. You move to your feet, waiting for him to catch his breath. “Need some water?” You ask him, somewhat joking.

“The fuck was that?” He asks, his face in awe as he looks at you.

You give a cheeky and quick little kiss to the hand on your cheek. “Wanted to make you feel good.”

“Jesus Christ—” he tugs you into a hug, habitually kissing your hair. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Uh Ed.” You push lightly on his chest to get out of the hug, giving him a look of disbelief. You look gesture around the closet to the half of the clothes still not put away. “How are you the lucky one?”

Eddie’s face breaks into a wide smile, his dimples prominent, his smile lines deep. “You keep thinking that, darling.” He laughs, tugging you back into his arms.

As you stand there against his chest, relaxing into him with your eyes closed, the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it. You put away my clothes since you know where everything goes.”

“I did design this closet.” He retorts, pointing a finger at you.

You walk down the stairs to the front door, seeing a tall figure facing away through the smart glass. You open the door to a gorgeous set of brown locks, perfectly coiffed. The figure turns around, and clearly doesn’t expect to see you standing there. “Hey, Ed- whoa.” You recognize his face, but you aren’t sure where from. You subtly fix your hair; suddenly aware you had just given head to your boyfriend. “Uh, sorry, little lady. Is Eddie here?”

“He’s upstairs in the closet. Can I help you?”

The stranger smiles kindly, and you notice the freckles on his face are like constellations. “Oh sorry! I told him I’d be coming through town, but I forgot to say when. I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — pretty + bkg.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff + sfw, reader knows how to draw, just general admiration of bakugou bc i love him, calling bkg pretty, implied friends to lovers,

“you’re so pretty.”

bakugou looks up from his wilfully and organised assignment papers, having easily swept through each short answer essay question— highlighting the important parts so he knows how to grasp the big marks.

“the fuck are you on about?” he grumbles, putting down his work to get a better look at your face.

you’ve long since abandoned the task at hand, having taken to doodling in the back of your hefty project book with a pencil that’s about the size of your thumb. “well,” you hum, tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. “i mean,” you hold the pencil up to katsuki’s face to align it— watching as the sun filters down on his golden lashes, as it illuminates the faint freckles he has in the shade of honey across his skin. the led of your pencil scratches across the page satisfyingly enough to make you not miss your sketch book and then you speak again. “you’re just really pretty, katsuki.”

he is, and you mean it.

a blonde eyebrow raises and bakugou scoffs, “now you’re just talking bullshit,” shifting his attention back to the work before him. “get back to work, you have deadlines at the end of the month—“

a heat washes through your body in slow waves, as if you’re a child who’s been told that they’re wrong. you’re not, you’ve never been more right. katsuki is beautiful but in ways that you can never say. you can’t seem to ever string together the correct the words to describe just how beautiful he is— not just physically either. katsuki has a heart of gold, he’s loyal to the death for the people he cares about, he’ll always go above and beyond for them.

“i don’t know how to explain it!” you huff abruptly, still carving out a work of art into your project book— still connecting the freckled dots on his face like constellations in the night sky. “you’re stunning katsuki, a person like you. perfectly imperfect, you should be a statistical anomaly,” heads positioned at other desks in the library whip around to hush your outburst and even the blonde before you makes embarrassed attempts to keep you quiet. “you’re kind, you’re pretty, i wish you could see yourself the way i do.”

“what? you got some sorta evidence of my beauty that i don’t know about?”

bakugou’s face crumples, wrinkling at his nose and lips downturned into a frown— and still he looks better than ever painting completed in the history of art. you sketch his expression down. beauty is in the eye of the beholder, sure, but it frustrates you to know that katsuki doesn’t think the same as you— doesn’t see himself as the centre of the universe and the panicle of all things to be loved because though flawed, he’s a wonderful human being. he’s bewildered by your passion to prove him wrong, but says nothing, going back to his work.

the both of you fall into a silence, accompanied by the sounds of katsuki’s highlighter being dragged across the page and your own pencil on lined paper— the lead smudged on your finger tips as you blend it out on the page.

if he didn’t believe your words, he’d have to believe your art— for he is a work of art himself.

“here,” you whisper, tearing out the page with a small doodle of the handsome blonde, care and attention put into every line— highlighting what you see, the truth about katsuki bakugou. “your evidence.”

for a second, bakugou blanks. he may not see the way you do, but he can tell from your simple and heartfelt drawing that you think the world of katsuki bakugou. that he’s important to you, means something to you. you’re gathering your things when he comes to this realisation— drawing clutched in one hand, the other darting out to grab your wrist.

your eyes meet, vermillion red eyes swirling with appreciation and gratitude— the emotions dancing between the dark brown flecks that line his eyes. “f’the record,” bakugou mumbles, thumbing the edge of the page where you’ve drawn him in his most natural and relaxed form. “i think you’re pretty too. in all the ways…just dunno how to explain it.”

when you laugh brightly, bakugou knows there’s no need for him to explain further— a warmth blossoming in his chest, knowing that he’s appreciated by the one person that matters most to him.

you.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 5 months

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You look lonely… (Miguel O’Hara x Spider! Fem! Reader) Drabble

This is based off that one part of Bladerunner 2049. I saw a tiktok user use an ai voice thingy to make Miguel say it any I instantly thought of this. Not proofread. Also cried writing this lmao.

Alternative universe reader, antsy, reader mourning, vague implications of reader being depressed and wishes she was dead (??? idk if that’s the best way to describe it) ,Reader’s version of Miguel is dead, mentions of throw up, mentions of animal dissection (it’s one line about it, it’s the whole dissecting frogs in science class thing), no use of (Y/N).

Word count: 1k

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Your arms were beginning to grow sore, your vision continued to blurry and refocus underneath your mask, and your chest started to burn from the cold winter air. But you didn’t stop swinging. If you stopped swinging then you’d start to think, and you didn’t wanna think, not today.

It’s been a year since Miguel died. It’s been a year since you’ve started to lose purpose without his existence. He was… everything to you. The reason for your smiles and laughter, the reason you had hope for the world despite your first-hand experience seeing how evil mankind can be. He was the moon against your night sky. A beacon of light to follow during a time where you are shrouded in darkness and uncertainty.

You both met in high school during freshman year science class, when you were 14 and he was 15 You never really paid much mind to him at first. He was quiet, and somewhat shy, always sat at the front, he’d wear a pair of thick rim glasses and always had on crew neck sweaters. He was skinny but he wasn’t thin, he was quite lean from the looks of it, catching a small glimpse of his forearm once and a while when his sleeves would slide down a bit as he’d raise his arm to ask a question or answer one.

Your first real interaction together though was when your class was doing a unit on anatomy, and your class had to dissect frogs. You were partnered with Miguel, and everything was going well, until your stomach couldn’t handle it and you accidentally threw up on his lap. How he didn’t completely hate your guts after was a complete and utter miracle. He was so understanding about it, and assured you that he didn’t even like the jeans he was wearing that day and he was planning on tossing them anyways as you both made your way to the nurse’s office, you blabbing apologizes in between hiccups and sobs.

Since then you two became inseparable, late night movie marathons, “study” sessions where you’d end up talking about anything and everything other than your homework, him teaching you how to drive after he got his license in his old beat up Toyota Camry. When you first found out you had superpowers, he was listening to you ramble over the phone despite it being 2 am on a school night, helping you design and develop your web shooters and your costume, helping patch you up after particularly bad fights, always leaving his bedroom window unlocked for you just in case. He was your rock, unmoving against the constant waves of chaos your life had thrown at you. You could always count on him. It was you both against the word for the next 9 years after that fateful incident in freshman year.

Until a year ago today.

You wish you could go back in time, and stop him from following you as you made your way to time square. Tell him that if he followed you, he’d die and you can’t have that because without him, life felt so empty and devoid of happiness. Save him from the broken metal scrap that became lodged in his stomach that doc ock had thrown in your direction and you had dodged, not seeing him running towards you from behind. You wish you had more time to kiss him goodbye before death’s unforgiving hands took him from you. You wish death had taken you instead. It should have been you. It was supposed to be you.

It should have been you. It should have been anyone else. Anyone else but him. It shouldn’t have been him.

You couldn’t swing anymore. It started to hurt and you had to make sure you had enough web fluid to make it home. So despite your brain’s best efforts, you finally stopped swinging, landing and scaling the tallest building you were closest to before collapsing onto your back, and taking your mask off to properly catch your breath. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to focus on the sounds of New York rather than the way your heart ached as you absentmindedly played with Miguel’s ring that you had on a chain around your neck. You were able to calm yourself down enough that you began to doze off, almost falling asleep until your spidey senses began to go off and you heard a weird nose behind you. You quickly got up and turned around, placing the necklace back into your suit just in time to see another Spider-person in blue and red suit walking through some weird portal. He was massive, it was honestly intimidating, you’ve faced larger men, but something about him was different… you couldn’t put your finger on it though.

You didn’t say anything as the thing he came through closed behind him and he stepped closer to you. Despite the mask on his face you could feel him staring into your soul, as if he was studying you.

“¿Que día… hmm?” he spoke in a soft tone, although the question felt rhetorical, you felt yourself nodding anyways, knowing what he said because you had picked up some Spanish from Mig. You didn’t get a catch to reply properly as he kept making his way towards you. (What a day…)

“You look lonely…” He stopped just out of arm’s reach.

“I can fix that.” Something about the way he said it made your stomach both twisted nervousness and erupted with butterflies, an odd warmth seeping into your chest and into your heart that you had thought had stopped beating long ago. Something about him seemed so… familiar…

“You look like a good spider…” The words feel like they should be seen as a taunt or condescending, some form of insult but the way he was saying it felt like he was genuinely praising you. You swallow the lump in your throat as you finally find the courage to speak.

“Who are you?”

His mask devolves into thousands of little pixels, before you're able to see his face. The sight draws a gasp out from your lips, you couldn’t stop your voice from cracking and your eyes from watering once more.

“Miggy?”

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highvern · 6 months

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Peaches

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: weed mention, alcohol mention, mention of horror movies

Length: ~3.4k

Note: Drunk Goggles first time at the farmers market. this is prequel numero uno, predating Jealousy and Bite the Bullet by a month/month and a half?

Also dedicating this to the most fabulous readers who've been so incredibly sweet since i started this series! @mingyuonthemoon @tomodachiii and @lavendermins kisses to you all

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[WEDNESDAY 11:49PM] MINGYU 🥔: Looked up that farmers market you mentioned MINGYU 🥔: You didn’t tell me it was HUGE YOU: i literally said it was the biggest one in the city but whatever YOU: im going this weekend if you wanna come! MINGYU 🥔: You sure? Don’t wanna impose YOU: i mean its a public event so my opinion doesnt matter MINGYU 🥔: You really know how to make someone feel special YOU: its a talent YOU: but seriously, you should come. you’ll love it. MINGYU 🥔: sounds good :) YOU: ill pick you up at your place around 7:30? MINGYU 🥔: like 7:30 AM YOU: any later and parking is a NIGHTMARE YOU: i promise its worth it!!! if not ill buy your coffee MINGYU 🥔: deal

Mingyu can’t decide if agreeing to go to the farmers market with you was a colossal mistake or a monumental blessing. Not because he’s been forced to wake up at the crack of dawn, or because he thinks he won’t like the market once he gets there, or even because he is stuck with you for the day. But because the way you look in a white sundress, hem gently brushing your knees with every step, one of the spaghetti straps brushing the curve of your shoulder, knocks the air out of his lungs. The frilly linen fabric sways around your figure as a gentle breeze sweeps through, ruffling your hair and the white ribbon you’ve pinned in it to hold some of the tendrils back.

When you picked him up he hadn’t paid attention to anything other than his own grumbling from the early morning sun. But now, as you walk a step in front of him and ook over your shoulder with a soft grin as you approach the entrance to the market, Mingyu’s heart squeezes.

He knew you were attractive, he had eyes for Christ sake. Been privy to the plethora of guys who had been interested in you in college, including his own fraternity brothers that wanted Mingyu as their wingman. The knowledge you were pretty sat with Mingyu the same way he knew the sky was blue or water was wet, an unconscious truth no one had to tell him. But this morning, Mingyu finds himself smacked in the face with an awareness that makes his palms sweat.

And it only gets worse as the morning ticks away.

Your laughter tinkles like a jingle bell, his heart beating as if he ran miles and miles to hear it. While you both wait in line for coffee, you talk animatedly, hands thrown wide as you describe the layout of the market and almost knock into another customer, making Mingyu chuckle. When you turn around to apologize, the shy smile on your lips sends a hoard of butterflies through his stomach.

He truly is no better than a kindergartener with a crush on his teacher the way his heart thumps wildly and his words stutter. Hands clammy, stomach in knots; staring moony eyed when a ray of sunlight illuminates your skin just so, providing a warm halo to make you look like an angel.

In an effort to preserve his sanity, Mingyu chalks it up to the natural response any warm blooded man would have to seeing a pretty girl wear a pretty dress. There’s no reason to think anything more of it.

No reason to think anything more of the recent increase in your time spent together. Purely coincidence that Mingyu finally took DK up on the offer to attend the weekly trivia night you happened to be a regular at. The happy hour specials were good and so was the company of his friends. It didn’t matter that it was preceded by a movie night at his apartment a couple weeks ago, you both coincidentally sitting next to each other on the couch, breathing out snide comments about the horrible movie Jun suggested; or how you ended up staying well after everyone else left, insistent on helping Mingyu clean up, much his own chagrin. And even before that, when you ran into each other at a mutual friend's birthday party and ended up smoking a joint by the firepit in the backyard; unexpectedly chatting the entire night, clutching your stomachs from laughter.

You’re friends, you’ve been friends since high school, and now that you’re adults you simply appreciate the comfort and familiarity that comes from being such a long standing presence in one another’s life.

Simple as that.

Approaching a table tended to by a man that looks old enough to be his grandpa, Mingyu takes note of the wine bottles and various preserves set up. Wednesday night you mentioned the market in reference to the fruit wine a couple sold, excitedly telling everyone about how you knew the answers to the bonus question because of your frequent chats with the wife that runs the stall. Mingyu realizes this must be the people you speak of with such fondness.

“I was wondering when you’d stop by, dear.” The older man at the booth smiled warmly at you, clearly familiar with your presence.

“Sorry it took me longer than usual, Mr. Jung!” You smile, returning the same warmth to the vendor as you nod towards Mingyu. “I was showing my friend around. He’s never been here before.”

“Not to worry! I saved you a bottle of the peach wine you like just in case we ran out.”

“Did you really? Thank you!” You gush. “Mingyu hasn’t tried it before but I’ve told him all about it.”

Mr. Jung sets the aforementioned bottle on the table before turning around, “Since your boyfriend’s never had it, let me see if I still have any in the sample bottle!”

“Oh! He’s not my—”

But your objection falls on deaf ears as Mr. Jung turns to dig in the cooler at the back of his booth.

Mingyu can’t help the way his eyes shoot to your face, noticing the warm pink glow tinting the apples of your cheeks that was absent a moment ago, your gaze looking anywhere but him as you shift your weight back and forth. Swallowing, Mingyu finds himself taking an over interest in the jars of jams and jellies that line the table; reading the labels fervently but not absorbing a word.

Boyfriend. Mingyu thinks, turning the word over and over in his head. Huh.

Thankfully, the older man returns with a small cup of fizzy ocher wine quickly.

“Here you go, son.” He says, passing the cup to Mingyu. “My wife is the one who makes all of the wines! Peaches are her favorite so she spent extra time making sure it was just right.”

Taking a small sip, the saccharine flavor blooms across Mingyu’s tongue. The taste of alcohol barely whispers amongst the delicate notes of peach, honey, and something warm like cinnamon. He can see why you like it so much.

Finishing the cup, he smiles at your curious gaze. “That’s really good.”

“Isn’t it?” Your own grin splits your face as you turn back to Mr. Jung, “How much do I owe you for the bottle?”

“Since you're one of my best customers, this one’s on the house.”

“Oh, I really can’t!” You object.

Mingyu keeps smiling, watching as you shake your head to the kind gesture.

“Please, sweetie, it’s really no trouble. My wife told me how you wouldn’t take the bottle last week either but I’m much more stubborn. Do an old couple an honor and let them give you something for all the business you’ve brought us.”

The silent standoff between you and the elderly man would be comical if Mingyu wasn’t hyper aware of how soft your lower lip looks when set in a slight pout, or how the way you narrow your eyes draws attention to how full your lashes are.

“If you insist.” you finally huff.

“I do,” Mr. Jung smiles, a hint of warm smugness at the way you fold to his request.

“But I’m paying for the jam.”

Your tone leaves no room for questioning as you pick up several jars including a few of the ones Mingyu had pretended to look at earlier. Mr. Jung just shakes his head as you hand over cash for your purchase, swiftly giving you back the extra bills you tried to sneak in for the wine.

“I’ll be back next week, and I’m buying a bottle.” You grumble but take the change.

“Alright dear.” He placates as you turn to leave.

Once you’re a few steps away he turns to Mingyu and whispers. “Young man you better take care of that one, she’s a real treat.”

“She is, isn't she?”

With your head turned the opposite direction, Mingyu doesn’t see the shy smile you're trying to stifle as you keep walking.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with bustling from stall to stall, your reusable bags bulging as they slowly fill to the top. Mingyu insists on carrying the heavier one, happy to lug around your finds while subtly showing off his muscles. It also gives him an excuse to watch unabashedly as you practically skip to and fro.

A warm welcome greets you at several booths, many of the older ladies pointedly asking who your “handsome friend” is, and a few of the older men sizing Mingyu up like overprotective uncles. But Mingyu lets it roll off his back, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of the brain wondering why it doesn’t bother him that people are assuming you’re more than friends. Instead, he focuses on charming as many of them as possible, making conversation and asking them about their products.

Just as you open your mouth to comment on the vintage locket you pointed out to Mingyu, a fat raindrop falls from the sky to burst on your cheek.

“Did you feel that?” You ask, looking at the swollen gray clouds rushing in to block the afternoon sun.

Glancing at the sky, Mingyu opens his mouth to say he hasn’t felt anything when a large bead peppers his own forehead, racing down to the tip of his nose.

A bone rattling crack of thunder is the only warning you receive as the skies open.

The market descends into madness; vendors rushing to pull their exposed wares under the cover of flimsy tents threatening to fly away in the gusts of wind. Patrons searching for cover under trees or the outskirts of tents that provide a sliver of protection against the downpour flooding the streets.

You register the warmth of Mingyu’s hand encircling yours, tugging you under the awning of a business behind the rows of tents and tables. You manage to both squeeze into the small space, barely a few inches between your soaking bodies, shivering as the wind whips against you.

“How far is the car?” Mingyu stutters, teeth chattering against the drop in temperature.

You can’t see beyond the wall of his chest that blocks you in, protecting you from the sheets of water falling from the sky and bouncing off the ground.

“Ugh…like two-ish blocks.” You try to gauge your location but everything beyond the cover of the awning is a blur. “I think.”

Another ear splitting boom of thunder, tailed by a flash of lightning has you both jumping out your skin and into one another.

“Let’s see if we can wait it out.” Mingyu finally decides.

Five minutes pass with no sign the storm will move on. The sidewalk is flooded, swamping your shoes as it carries leafs and other debris to the storm grate. Several of the people hiding with you decided to brave the storm, quickly disappearing out of sight.

“Wanna run for it?” You ask, peeking up at Mingyu as you shake in your soaked dress.

“Okay.”

Taking a second to organize your belongings, Mingyu bounces on his toes to psych himself up. It's only two blocks but the intensity of the storm means you’ll practically be swimming to the car. When you’re settled, you give him a nod. Once, twice, and then he’s breaking into a sprint towards the parking deck.

Your feet can barely keep up with his long legs, but you try your best; motivated by the warmth your car will provide and the spare blanket you keep in the trunk. Using an arm to shield your face, Mingyu’s silhouette is blurred as endless waves of water rain down from above. Each step kicks up the puddles at your feet but you can’t care, already saturated to the bone.

Turning a corner, the entrance to the parking garage finally greets you.

Catching your breath under the cover of concrete and metal, you finally look at each other. Mingyu’s hair is flat against his head, rivulets of water trailing down his neck. His white t shirt essentially see through, the oversized fabric once dwarfing his frame now clinging to his chest and arms. Even his pants suction to his legs, the light blue denim saturated to dark navy.

You squeal when Mingyu shakes his head vigorously to dispel the remaining water, not unlike a dog that just exited a bath.

“Gyu!” You yell, despite the fact that the few drops that fly your way aren’t going to do anymore than already has been done.

Your hair is plastered to your forehead and neck, tangled at the crown of your head from wind and rain. The once immaculate white linen dress now clutching your body, damp fabric dripping onto the cement where you stand. Sending a silent thank you to the universe that your underwear wasn’t visible, you waddle to your car to retrieve the blanket to dry off.

Storing your now soaked haul in the trunk, you take turns patting yourselves down with the soft worn quilt. The splat of water as you ring out your hair echoes through the nearly empty parking deck.

Mingyu offers to drive back to your apartment, confident he can navigate the raging storm for the twenty minutes it’ll take. Unwilling to emerge from the cozy warmth of the blanket swaddled around your body, you eagerly agree and toss him the keys.

Unfortunately, driving back to your apartment takes nearly double what Mingyu expected. Sheets of rain force him to proceed slowly, the gray of the sky blending with the pavement to make everything indistinguishable as other cars navigate sluggishly. The wind has only worsened, bending trees as thunder shakes the ground and lightning splits the sky.

Mingyu assures you that he doesn’t mind waiting out the rest of the storm at your apartment. He’d rather spend an extra few hours at your home than worry about you driving back from his alone.

Digging up an old hoodie and sweatpants belonging to a long forgotten ex for Mingyu to wear, you both get cozy on the couch; content to drown out the dreary weather with a movie. Mingyu suggests a horror movie much to your surprise but you indulge him, still feeling guilty that you hadn’t checked the weather before going out this morning.

After less than thirty minutes, the open bottle of peach wine is forgotten on the coffee table next to matching half full glasses. Two sets of eyes are shielded by the hem of the comforter spread across your laps, cowering against one another as the killer jumps across your screen once again to claim another victim.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you can’t think about the way Mingyu arm brushes yours or how his thigh is pressed snuggly against your own. How he’s using your back to shield his face, eyes squinted as he pops up over your shoulder when the movie calms for a second. Each movement sends his breath down the back of your neck, raising goosebumps you attribute to the terror flooding your system, the alternative even scarier than the film.

If he was of sound mind, Mingyu would realize his eyes can trace the tip of your nose down to your lips twisted in a wince as scream after scream pierces your ears. If he wasn’t two seconds from pissing his pants, he’d probably think about how alluring the plush flesh of your lower lip is, or how his nose is filled with the intoxicating scent of lavender shampoo and summer rain.

Another jump scare sends you both off the couch, your own screams echoing off one another.

“That’s it!” You quiver, diving for the remote to turn off the television.

“Oh my god.” Mingyu breaths, focusing on calming his frantic heart as his head tips back on the sofa.

“Why the fuck did you say we should watch that? You didn’t even open your eyes!”

“Jeonghan said it wasn’t that scary!”

Mouth comically wide and eyebrows furrowed, your face in complete disbelief.

“And you just… believed him?”

“Fair point but hurtful.”

Scrubbing your face with your hand, you sigh. “Let’s just watch something else. My pick.”

“As long as it’s not another scary movie, I don’t care.”

Your choice turns out to be of little consequence. As the afternoon hours bleed into evening, you and Mingyu rattle on like two friends reconnecting after years apart. The bottle of peach wine long consumed, followed by another bottle as conversation flows with each glass. The storm hasn’t let up an inch, continuing to pound against your windows, wind howling through the trees. But the noise is merely a backing track, blending with the long forgotten film dolling on the screen.

“Oh my god!” Mingyu snorts, “I forgot it was Jihyo that had to jump in the fountain.”

You also smile in amusement, “Oh trust me, she wants to keep it that way. I always send her the video on her birthday.”

“Why? It’s not that bad, everyone swam in at least once when we were in college.”

“Speak for yourself!”

“That’s right,” Mingyu nods. “You just went streaking in front of fifty people.”

“It wasn’t fifty people!”

“Close enough!”

“Lest we forget you mooned an entire party freshman year?”

“That’s not fair! We had to!”

“Yeah yeah whatever you say.” You’re cut off by your own yawn.

Checking his phone Mingyu realizes it’s well past midnight, “Damn, it’s late.”

“Oh shit you’re right,” Moving to the doors that lead to your small balcony you peek into the night, walls of water falling beyond the overhang from the floor above. “If you’re okay with it, you can stay here tonight. It’s worse than this afternoon.”

“Oof, you’re right.” The proximity of his voice startled you. You hadn’t realized Mingyu had moved so close, hovering a respectable distance away to look past you, into the darkness. “Only if you don’t mind!”

Instead of answering, you move to the spare linens housed in the closet hosting your washer and humming dryer filled with rain soaked clothes from earlier. The hoards of blankets on the couch should be enough but your own nights spent dozing on the plush sectional informed you that the fabric was quite itchy after a while. Snagging a pillow and a top sheet, you move back towards Mingyu before he promptly plucks them from your hands.

“I’ve got it.”

“You’re the guest!”

“Barely, we’ve known each other for what? Nine years now?” Mingyu shrugs. “Hardly counts anymore.”

Mingyu continues to brush off any attempt to help set up the couch. When he’s done, he plops down, fingers twining behind his head, displaying the bulky muscles that twist around his arms. His boyish smile and ruffled hair pull at your heartstrings. You simply toss the heaviest knit blanket you own on top of his splayed figure, relishing in the way the weight startled him as he fights to free himself.

“Night!” You call over your shoulder, unaware of the eyes full of curiosity following your retreat to your room.

With the lights out, Mingyu allows his mind to wonder. Boyfriend. he thinks again, staring at the popcorn ceiling above. In the years he’s known you, he can’t recall a time he thought about you romantically. Even the past few weeks you two had been hanging out; Mingyu thought he was seeking you out because he enjoyed your company, relishing in your humor and a shared history. But maybe there's another reason Mingyu hadn’t let himself accept.

Tonight, Mingyu’s dreams are filled with the sweet scent of peaches, soft linen dresses, and a distinct laugh that warms his blood. He tries to stop the girl tugging him along by his hand intertwined with hers, hoping to catch a glance of her face. It’s no use as she continues on, calling his name as she pulls him further and further towards whenever they were headed. He didn’t care much as long as she said his name again and kept her soft palm pressed to his.

And in the morning, when Mingyu wakes to you shuffling around the kitchen; eyes half open and face soft from sleep, padding to the coffee machine in a ratty old T-shirt with your hair a mess, he’s looking at you in an entirely new light.

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kieranxvalentine · 4 months

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Shine. [M. O'hara]

༻♡༺✎ Your world was usually bleak and grey, series of black and white. Color was a luxury didn’t get to experience. Your friends had long since found their soulmates and tended to rub in in your face. But after being saved by your friendly neighborhood Spiderman, you realized why you had never seen your soulmate. He was Spiderman. ༻♡༺✎ Miguel O’hara x Reader. ༻♡༺✎ PG! Soulmate Au ༻♡༺✎ 1.1k words ༻♡༺✎ I love soulmate au's so expect more from me- If you want to support me! Here's my link!

“Don’t worry Y/n!” “I’m pretty sure you will find your soulmate soon!” “You’ll find them eventually!.”

Each and everyone that you have ever met have always told you the same thing.

That your time was coming and that it was going to be your time to meet your soulmate.

That they were out there, they were on the way.

But here’s the thing, they all have their soulmate already.

When you went out with your friends, you were jealous. They were all able to see the bright colorful lights of Nueva York at night. The got to see the rainbows and various colors in between, and not have to be stuck to seeing the world in dull greys, blacks and whites.

Tonight was another one of those nights.

Your friends Melody and Isabelle decided to invite you out to go to a festival being held in downtown Nueva York.

You tried to be happy about the event but your friends kept taking cheap shots at you.

“Oh my god! Y/n! Did you see the fireworks?” “She can’t see colors stupid. She doesn’t have her soulmate.” “Oh! You still haven't found him?”

You sighed as you looked up to the sky, seeing fireworks explode in the sky, but to you they just looked like white lights against a black sky. You could tell that there were different colors due to the varying greys and white but other than that. You couldn’t see much.

"Ahh.. You'll find 'em one day Y/n." "Hey, I heard you can get artificial glasses to see colors if you never do- OW!" "Aya! That's not nice!"

You felt tears were welling up in her eyes as her friends continually cheers and talk about the exciting decorations, lights and everything else.

“Oh my god look!”

Your eyes looked over to the Alchemax building and your eyes light up, Whenever this festival happened it was normal for their Spiderman to arrive and watch from afar, From what you knew from your friends and family, he wore a red and blue suit, that seemed cybernetic, his webs were a neon red.

You wished you could understand the concept of colors. You wished that you could experience that true feeling of excitement everyone describes when you meet your soulmate.

It's often described as a burst of emotions, a warm feeling that rivals being snuggled up in your favorite blanket during a cold day.

You hated that you were constantly left out of the loop when it came to things, and that your friends weren’t really helpful for what-

“LOOK OUT!”

A scream left your body as you were tackled as an explosion happened close by, You braced for impact, expecting your back to hit the rough ground but you felt someone’s large hands cradling you in their arms.

You opened your eyes and felt an intense pain shoot through your head, and you were knocked back onto your feet.

You groaned in pain as the person holding you helped you up to your feet. You finally opened your eyes and your breath caught in your throat.

You were rescued by Spiderman, but that wasn’t what caused your silence, you could see the colors of his suit, the way the red and blue merged together to make the spider symbol on his chest, the way the grey device he wore on his wrist lit up with orange colors.

It seems like it affected him too, he took a step back before placing a hand on his head, you gasped as you watched him pull his mask off.

He had beautiful short brown locs and tanned skin, brown eyes with hints of red shades in them. He was handsome…very handsome.

You were silent for a while until he finally spoke up.

“So I guess you’re my soulmate, Huh?”

He raised a hand to caress your cheek, cradling your body back close to him, as if he was analyzing all the colors you had on, admiring the beauty of your skin, eyes and hair.

"Después de tanto tiempo, finalmente te encontré."

His voice was wonderful, it was like velvet to your ears. You nodded slightly, not understanding what he said. He chuckled at this before he slid his mask back on. He finally pulls away from you..

“Head home, pretty sure the festival is going to be over, I’ll meet you there.”

He quickly shot a web to join what you assumed was other spider people, leaving you in shock.

Your friends quickly found you and they rushed to your side. “Y/n!? Oh my god are you okay?”

“What the hell happened? Why do you look like that?!” Melody yelled as she shook you.

“I..I think i just met my soulmate…” You mumbled out as your friends looked at each other before looking back at you.

“Huh?!”

“During the chaos?! Well who is he?”

“H..he’s…Spiderman..”

…

“HE’S WHO?!” “HE’S WHAT?!”

"Mama! I'm serious! I met my soulmate and he's spiderman!"

"Aye...I'm finding it hard to believe honey.

You were currently in your home, an apartment that was on the third floor of your building. You were cooking yourself something while on the phone with your mother. She had called to check on you after your friends had told her about the festival and what happened there.

“Are you sure you weren’t just seeing things, Honey?..”

“Mom! I know what spiderman looks like! We only have one in our city!!” You whined as your mother chuckled over the phone. She believed you…well partially.

She was just happy that you could see colors like everyone else.

You were about to ramble on again before you heard a tapping on your window.

You walked over with the phone, only to see your friendly neighborhood spiderman his mask off and he was waiting outside your window.

“Mom..I’ll call you back later..”

You hung up the phone on your mother (which you would probably get an ear full for it later.), and rushed to the window, opening it, allowing him in.

He climbed in through your window with a gentle smile on his face, this man was huge, around 6’9, which dwarfed your form. He placed his hands on either side of your shoulders as he looked down at you.

“I believe we need to get properly acquainted.” He says and you blush as you averted your gaze, only to have him bring your gaze back to his with a hand on your chin. You felt your heart nearly leap out of your throat. Butterflies were dancing in your stomach as he looked down at you with a playful smirk.

“I’m Miguel, Miguel O’hara.”

“Y/n…Y/n L/n..” You responded as he continued to hold you close as if he were to let go you were going to vaporize right before his eyes. He raises a hand to touch your (h/c) hair, as if admiring the color before locking his eyes with your (e/c) ones. It felt weird to finally see color, but the fuzzy feeling in your chest quickly quelled that feeling.

“U-um?..W-would you like to stay for dinner?..” You managed to stutter out as he finally let you go. He nods as he follows behind you as you guide him into the kitchen.

You felt comfortable in his presence, one because he was your city’s superhero, two, because he was your soulmate. Your eyes exploded with color when you locked eyes with him.

That meant you did have a soulmate, you weren’t going to be alone forever in a dull, colorless world.

Miguel was a gentleman, he was polite and seemed to be perfect for you, besides him being, you know Spiderman. You found yourself talking with him until you ended up getting sleepy.

He led you back to your bed and helped you get tucked in before placing a kiss on your forehead, and leaving the same way he came in, out the window.

When he was gone, you heard a buzz from your phone and turned to look at your phone.

‘My Soulmate <3: Looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you..’

You felt your heart swell as you turned back over preparing to head to bed, he had put his number in before leaving. You felt so giddy.

You had your soulmate, and He was also your hero.

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 9 months

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Mamma mia | chapter four

listen to: Good for you - Selena Gomez | Chiquitita - Abba (playlist here)

warnings: accidental pregnancy, smut 18+, raising a child alone. warnings will be added as the story progresses. For this chapter smut.

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Jake was the first one to wake up. When you woke up, you traced the warm shadow of his body, left on the soft linen bed sheets. Inhaling the scent of lemon and wood, the smell of the sea as it filled your room through to your open window, you thought about Jake’s warm lips from the night before. Both of you fell asleep before you could continue, but as you passed your fingers over your lips, you felt your body growing hot.

Your mind goes back to Bob and then back to Jake. You didn’t really know either but there was something about both of them. Fondness was the only word you could conjure to describe how you felt about both of them. Fondness. Autumn. Orange of the sky. You couldn’t afford further, you’d promised yourself to be the person you weren’t, to live the lives you hadn’t lived this summer, for the future lives you wouldn’t live once you were gone. And so, as you raised from your bed carefully, you felt somehow grateful that Jake had left as the sun started to crack the sky, that he wouldn’t complicate things.

He wasn’t that thoughtful.

By the time you reached the spiral stairs, you realized that both Augustine’s and James’ bedrooms were closed and that the smell of something cooking was an act from a third party. The mostly quiet house was interrupted by clattering noise coming from the kitchen, the sound of oil burning something up, and crickets and birds accompanying the symphony. Walking slowly, partly afraid, your eyes fall on him in the kitchen.

The sun entering the big glass windows of the kitchen and the living room next to it allow you to watch him fully, without the haze of the alcohol you can see all the edges and ridges that you touched the night before, that you slept against. The golden locks seem prettier under the morning sun, he looks like the morning sun. He’s focused, you can tell as you watch him from afar. Fresh-cut strawberries, apples with honey, and kiwis on the table pancake mix next to him. He shouldn’t be cooking so close to hot oil without a shirt but you can’t blame him. If you looked like him you would walk naked too.

And then he turned around as he finished the batch of pancakes, and he was frozen in place as he stares at you. It should be unfair for someone to look as beautiful as you do just waking up. It’s strange how his heart swells as he watches you smiling timidly, naked legs, only a shirt covering your body. Tangled limbs from the night before, the heat of your kisses, your soft breathing. It’s outré. He just met you yesterday but he already wants to know you for so much longer.

“I made breakfast, baby,” he teases as you climb down the stairs, shaking your head.

“You’re aware that we didn’t sleep together, right?” you ask him as you take a strawberry from a bowl and bite it while holding Jake’s gaze.

Jake frowns slightly as he continues with the second batch of pancakes. “I know,” he said. “I’m just nice like that,” he shrugs.

“Sure you are, cowboy,” you teased him.

Jake turns to you, amusement covering his features. He stares at you for longer than you’d liked, enough for the air to shift slightly. Like it did when you kissed him, more intimate than anything before.

But then you hear the giggling from the stares. Eyes widening, you catch a glimpse of barely naked bodies, underwear covering their skin in the right places but you were fairly sure that they were about to come off as you cringed slightly at the moan James let out as Javy continued to kiss her neck on the stairs, a hand on her stomach, another one tearing the strap of her bra. And then, Jake cleared his throat. Javy’s eyes widened slightly, clearing his throat as he stares at the both of you looking at the scene. Javy’s jaw is set but James’, her eyes are gleaming.

“Sorry for the show, now just leave the sunroom alone for 15 minutes, okay?” James said in a hurry as she grabs Javy’s hand and pulls him downstairs and towards the small frame leading to the living room and then the sunroom.

There’s a slight carelessness and trust when it came to James. Better regret doing it than regret not doing it, she often said to you on the phone as you rejected multiple dates in order to study. You couldn’t bare looking back now and thinking about the things you missed.

“Please, don’t fuck on communal surfaces!” you scream from the counter as you shake your head, a slight smile on your face.

Jake’s laugh though, it’s a little bit too loud to ignore. You raise your eyebrow at him, another strawberry, another batch of pancakes. Jake turns to see you, the way you’re staring at him. There’s a slight blush creeping over his neck and climbing onto his cheeks. Your eyes are serious but tender, there’s a certain sinlessness to your eyes, he can tell.

“What?” you asked.

Jake shrugged slightly. The same smirk you saw the day prior drawn on his face, is softer than before but you can detect the duplicitous nature of it. Your eyes wander his body for a second, the tan skin, the heat irradiating from the kitchen. Honey now, honey and an apple.

“Never heard that before,” he said.

You don’t understand at first if he was never told if he couldn’t do it or if there weren’t any lines for him. If he’d done it in all the places but then you see his eyes. The sea-foam green, eyes wide, pupils blown as his eyes trail your body, the curve of your ass as you lean into the table, licking the honey away from your fingers, staring at him like that.

It’s only then, you know it’s the latter.

“Where’s the best one you’d done it at?” you asked, voice sounder smaller than you intended.

You wished for a second you didn’t sound so inexperienced. Jake doesn’t mind, his smirk only grows as he takes a strawberry and bites it. He stares at you for a moment, you tilted your head up now that he was closer.

“Kitchen table,” he said.

The warmth feeling on your belly seems to come alive, heat pooling between your legs as he leans down and kisses you deeply, eagerly. It’s a clear contrast from the night before. It’s all red desire as he cups your face and begins to kiss his way down your neck. You moan softly as he maneuvers you, pressing his chest against your back, pressing into you harder in your back. You try to stay steady on your feet as you cling to the kitchen table.

Scorching kisses are left on your soft skin as he wraps your hair tightly around his hand, giving him the space to pull down your shirt just enough for him to kiss your collarbones. Then Jake’s hand cups your throat, fingers gripping the back of your neck and you’re a goner. Your heartbeat is erratic as he presses the sides of your throat slightly and a moan breaks through your lips. It’s hard being as inexperienced as you are and pretending that you’re not, that no one has touched you like he is touching you right now.

Your mind is dizzy, your breathing hard, skin hot. It’s too much and he knows. You can basically feel him smirking against your skin as his other hand quickly presses against your body, travels across your stomach, over the curve of your breast, circling your nipple, not purposeful enough, not enough for you.

You whine. “Jake,” you whimper impatiently. His smile only grows wider, his hand moves across your chest and repeats the same featherlight motion over your other breast.

“Don’t be bossy,” Jake whispers against your ear, licking and then biting your neck. Another moan, loud, but the two of you are in your own world, you don’t care if anyone hears you, you can barely hear anything but the soft noises Jake lets out of his lips, your heart beating so hard like the waves crashing against the sand.

“Jake,” you huff again as his hand traces small circles on your exposed thighs, so close. “Please,”

That’s what does it to him, your closed eyes, rosy cheeks, brows furrowing, you begging. He smiles as he drags one finger gently over your covered clit and a satisfied moan fills the room. Your jaw slacks slightly as the pleasure rolls through your body.

“More,”

You don’t mean it as an order, more as a plead and you aren’t really sure how he takes it but complies immediately, as he finally moves your underwear to the side, his two fingers caressing your slick, gathering your excitement before finally plunging them inside of you.

“Fuck,” Jake mutters as he feels you wrapping around him so perfectly.

He kisses and touches you with devotion, a devotion you’d never experienced before. You only met him yesterday, devotion shouldn’t be part of the deal but as he continues to work you open, your mind doesn’t care.

Damn whatever the rules are for having flings, it doesn’t matter if he keeps touching you like this.

Suddenly, though, Jake’s hand slips out of you, gasping you barely register the moment he pushes you up into the table and then the way he pulls you forward and kisses you senseless. He then begins to kiss your face, your collarbone, your nipples over that oversize shirt, then lower, your rib cage, your belly button, and then he’s rising the shirt. Your thighs, your hipbone and then he’s on his knees.

You watch him, how delicate his eyes look under these lights but how his pupils are blown wide from the lust. You watch him as he hudges your legs apart so softly without looking away from you. You watch him smile as his eyes for one-second gaze at the wrecked panties and then you watch him, very tenderly, sliding your underwear to the side again and pulling you towards his mouth.

Cathexis. Everything around you is gone. You are only aware of the way his hands are resting on your thigh, his skin and yours, you’re only aware of how his tongue is licking and sucking your pussy, how it plunges inside of you, how his fingers press against your clit, how his mouth works eagerly against your folds.

“Jesus Christ,” you barely manage to listen to him against you.

The overwhelming pleasure begins to cloud your sight, white dots, your belly tensing up. His tongue runs between your folds, circling your clit slowly. With another sharp cry, your body feels like it’s burning. Engulfed in the flames being ignited by him. Surrendering control of your body you fall to the table, shaking, some plates fall on the floor. Strawberries. He tasted like strawberries. It’s all you can think of as you feel his hands snaking to your ass, squeezing it, and pulling you closer to him. Devouring like a man starved.

“Yes, yes,” you chant.

Hands flying quickly to pull his blonde locks, you pull his hair hard, a broken cry leaving your lips and a groan that replicates waves of pleasure over your body, makes you cry harder. Without warning, with an unchanging pace, while you’re moving your hips to ride his face, he throws you over the edge with four words.

“Taste so fucking sweet, Honey,” he moans against you.

Screaming, and shaking, your body yields. It can’t handle more. You tighten, you scream, lights overwhelm your sight, everything throbs, your trash, your blood is filled with pleasure and heat. Your ears are ringing, vaguely aware that he’s pulled out his tongue when you feel the loss of heat. You whimpered as he fixes your wrecked underwear. It’s useless but you let him.

“Honey?” he calls your name as he leans over and kisses your lips, his body is warm and he nudges your jaw with his nose, pressing soft kisses to your skin.

Lemon and Wood. The sun. You smile as your eyes flutter open. His grinning, arousal over his chin, your cheeks hot as you watch him, his adoring eyes.

“That good, huh?” he says, the cockiness dripping from his eyes.

Carefully he helps you sit up as you glance at him, he’s still hard but doesn’t seem in any hurry that you take care of that. Eyes, still with white lights on your sight, holding each other.

“I’ve had better,” you lie with a smirk as he holds your hips. Jake shakes his head, biting his lip as he laughs before leaning down and kissing you.

It’s softer like the night before but so purposeful that you place your hand over the back of his neck while arching your back towards him as he grabs you by your ass and pulls you closer. The intensity grows but then you hear the steps above and then on the stairs.

“Are you okay?” Augustine asked, barely awake. “I heard some screaming and I,”

She takes in the scene, your rosy cheeks, glassy eyes. The food on the floor, Jake barely dressed, the table empty in a space just to fit your body. She doesn’t have to see far to see the hard-on that Jake has. And then, she hears James screaming, honestly, moaning from the sun door, all of you snap your head towards the door. She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing hard.

“WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT FUCKING ON COMMUNAL SURFACES!?”

SEVEN YEARS LATER

It’s 11:00 pm, it’s already late but you know that they’re right there. They’ve been there since twenty minutes ago when you’d left Inés’ room after putting her to sleep. Silently you stared at the bedroom door, it was closed but you could see the shadows of their bodies on the space between the floor and the door.

You think about the day that you found out that you were pregnant. The way you barely made it inside the house after seeing Bradley. The way your body began to shake as it dawned on you that you hadn’t had your period. James and Augustine home to see you crying in your bathroom. They undressed you as if you were a child, god, you still were. You stepped inside the warm water. They stayed with you, on the edge of the bathtub, silently until you finally spoke.

“I think I’m pregnant,”

As you stared at their shadows behind the door, you thought about what they would say. The fidelity between the three of you was fierce. You fiercely loved each other. No one had been as loyal as they were, ever. But this was so complicated. The awful cold feeling of shame, you couldn’t bare it. They didn’t know. They didn’t know and you’d lied to them about it.

Your chest aches as you recall that summer while you nurse on the wine you’d served. Wash away that summer. You wanted them gone, those ghosts that haunted you. The nights you’d met each one. Their eyes. You wanted to wash away their touch from your skin, their kisses, their empty promises. Gone. Each and every one of them out of your life, of your memories. Gone.

But you couldn’t.

One of them had gave you the best thing in your life. James and August were still behind that door, they were waiting for you.

You fight your way out of your bed, literally, and walk through the door, opening it slowly, abashed.

James looks up from her phone first and then Augustine, they could see the stain of tears on your cheeks, they were a bit hollower than they were the day you told them that you were pregnant.

“Are you finally telling us what’s wrong?” James asks.

You nodded softly, looking down at the glass of wine. Augustine quickly takes your hand and pulls you inside the room, so softly as if you were made of porcelain. You did feel like that. Fragile. Your poor heart, full of scars after everything.

“Here, come,” Augustine says while placing you on your bed, her next to you. James closes the door softly and climbs into bed with the two of you.

Snuggle between your two best friends, you feel exhausted as you lean on Augustine’s shoulder and James caresses your hair.

“Are you finally going to tell us the truth?” James says.

“You saw them, right?” Augustine asks. “You saw Bradley and Bob, and,”

You nod. “Jake,” you whispered, tears streaming down your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell us, Honey?” Augustine asks, her hug turning tighter.

“I, I couldn’t,” you whisper, fidgeting with your hands.

“Yes, you could, you can tell us anything,”

“Are you scared they might find out about Inés?” James asks softly, moving her hand towards yours, she holds your hand.

“I don’t know how to tell,” you say, words don’t come out of your throat. “Remember how I told you,” a hiccup escapes your lips and you groan in frustration as you lay in the bed. “I knew who Inés father was?”

Augustine frowns slightly, her gaze shoots up at James slightly. She’s looking back at Augustine with the same puzzled look. They are holding their breaths. You never told them and they never questioned you. But now, now you’re allowing this conversation, and the tension in the air grows by the second.

“Bradley?” James asks.

“So, Jake,” Augustine says.

They both snapped their eyes at each other and you then covered your face with your hands as more tears fall from your eyes. The realization overwhelms them, you know. They stare at each other for a moment, mouths agape, waiting for you.

“It might be Bob for all I know,” you confess. Your hands are still covering your hands as you wait for them, but you can feel, the shock in their faces. “I’m, I’m such an awful mom for not knowing, I’m an awful person,”

“Honey, don’t say that,” Augustine hushes you, as she pulls your hands from your face.

“But I am!” you say. “Who doesn’t know who is the father of her daughter?”

“Honey, a lot more people than you think!” James says, trying to sound upbeat but you quickly glare at her.

“And now they all are here,” you say as you raise from your bed and walk to your vanity, wiping the tears from your face softly while you look at your puffy eyes. “It’s a hideous trick of faith!”

“Do they know about Inés?” Augustine asks from the bed, crawling from it.

“No, of course not, they just saw me and James,” you say as you stare at yourself in the mirror. “They can’t know just by looking at me, right?” you ask as you turned towards them, posing awkwardly.

“Babe, you don’t have ‘Mom’ tattooed on your face,” James answers raising her eyebrow. You roll your eyes at her.

“I can’t let them find out about Inés, imagine all the questions they’ll be asking if they see her or me again,” you say as you sit down at the table while James and Augustine stare at each other for a second. “Imagine how Inés' life will change. She will hate me,”

“Honey, if you might tell them, then everything would be just,”

“Awful,” you snap. “What can I say? Here Inés, you have three possible dads because your mom was a stupid, reckless little slut!”

“HONEY!” Augustine gasped, she lets out a giggle as she watches you.

“You sound like a grandma!” James adds with laughter.

“It’s not funny!” you say but a little laugh escapes your lips, a smile tugging on the corners of your lips.

Before you all notice, you all erupt into laughter. The sound fills the room, bouncing off the walls and ceiling like a game of ping-pong. It’s a burst of hearty, genuine laughter that comes from deep within your belly, the kind that leaves you gasping for air. Augustine’s face lights up with joy, the corners of her lips and cheeks hurt, and James' eyes crinkle at the corner as she basks in the sound of your collective mirth. From all that pain, all that ache that came from the last few days, it’s the first time that you feel like yourself.

Even a bit like before.

“We’ll help you, Honey,” Augustine says as she stands up and embraces you warmly. A sense of contentment settles over you.

“Yeah,” James agrees. “How hard is it to avoid a couple of Top Gun Pilots,” she adds as she surrounds Augutine and you with her arms, wrapping you up.

“They’ll never find out,” you declare.

It’s wishful thinking, though.

You realize that quietly as you fall asleep. It’s a feeling that can’t be replicated or manufactured, a deep, deep knowledge inside of you, something you just happen to know, not a believe a fact. You know that it is only a matter of time.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 3 months

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|| Sunlight ||

Matt Murdock x GN!reader

Warnings: breakup angst, Matt sad, confused, and crying, 😭

I am working on WIPs but just bashed this out this afternoon, heh, sorry. 😔 Hope you enjoy and please reblog/comment on stuff you like, it makes me so happy, thank you so much! 💜

The morning is still cool, Matt's face is mostly covered with a veil of the morning shadow, the first visible curve of the sun only just starting to peek above the horizon as you sit on the roof together. You had both been up almost all night when you had said you wanted to talk to him, tell him you were going somewhere that he couldn't follow, out of the kitchen, out of New York. Out of the country entirely. And that you didn't want him to follow you, it wouldn't be fair on him.

The Devil ignored the pained sounds of his city only to listen to you break his heart. You had talked all night and he was in need of some air and space to process what you were saying.

You're asking him a question.

“Do you remember them, the sunrise and sunset?” you say softly, staring out over the twinkling grid of the city below.

It takes him a moment to answer, the silence between seeming to stretch on endlessly until he can swallow down the emotion and speak.

“Yeah, I think so. Sometimes it's hard to know if I'm really remembering how it was, or if my brain is just filling in the blanks.”

You take his hand in yours. How did you both end up here?

“Can I describe it to you?” you ask.

Matt tries his best to smile, to lie. Anything to make this easier.

“Please.” He says instead of anything else, instead of begging you to change your mind. He doesn't want to remember this sunrise, this beginning of the first day of many that he'll spend without you near. However much it hurts to hear your voice illustrate how the dark reds and purples are gradually giving way to burnt oranges, pale yellows, and lighter blues, how there are wispy trails of cloud scattered across the canvas of the wakening sky, he makes himself listen. Everything is ephemeral.

“I can’t decide if I like the sunrise or the sunset the most.” you quietly muse.

Matt only knows he prefers those days that were bookended by your presence. He vividly remembers the heat of the summer evenings and the sound of your laughter as he chased you around the apartment for a kiss after work, cold beers and cold fingers skating over warm skin and making you scream with the sudden shock of the contrast and then later, making you cry out his name for a different reason on the couch.

Or the simple taken-for-granted comfort of waking up on a fall morning with you right there beside him, pulling you closer and indulging himself by breathing in your scent and listening to the steady beat of your heart. He thinks about the future, the silence and emptiness that would fill the void left by you in his home. He doesn't know if he can stand it.

When you turn to look at him there's a glimmer from a tear hanging ready to fall from his lashes. All the beautiful colours of the sky reversed within its reflection before it rolled down his face. He had never expected to hear such clichéd words come from your lips - “it's not your fault” and “we just want different things” ring in his ears accompanied by the increasing noise of the waking city below. He never saw any of this coming. He wasn't looking for it, he thought you'd always be together. His guiding light. There was no warning, no noticeable change in your behaviour or the way in which you loved him.

And you had said that you still loved him. How could that make any sense when you were letting him go?

“You'll be alright, Matt. I know you.”

He sniffs, barely nodding at your attempt to comfort him. You did know him, and that's why he can't even try to persuade you not to leave. He couldn't stand to make you feel trapped and unhappy, but he was losing a limb, a piece of his soul. You were tearing yourself away and he could feel it physically hurt like a fresh, deep awful wound in his chest.

The strengthening heat of the sun's cheerful rays dilutes the warmth left on his skin from the touch of your hand. Already he mourns the memory of the softness of your cheek pressing against his, all traces of you fading fast as he hears the click of the front door closing. The sound of your heartbeat, one of the precious constants becoming more distant with every step as you walk away and take the sunlight out of his life.

#matt murdock angst #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x gn reader #oh no sad times 😔

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elvisalltheway101 · 4 months

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••••••••Rest On, Darlin’•••••••

summary: Reader has been having just a hard time at work. Feeling overwhelmed and unmotivated, and when Elvis visits, he sees his baby in action. He decides to treat her for the night, because after all she is his baby doll.

Author’s note: so for showing the utmost support and even the little replies and comments makes me giggly, I’ve decided to write this little drabble for @jhoneybees. I hope you get enough rest and everything runs a bit more smoothly for ya soonly!

Author’s note: so I assumed like a waitress, and I’m sorry if you ain’t happy with this or it seems like not your typ-a thing. I really didn’t know how to describe the feeling…but I tried! So just go on and tell me if you’d like it different and I’ll be happy to rewrite it!

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It’s overwhelming. Customers all seem to be a grumpy mood because they’re all hungry and tired. It’s not your fault. The chefs’ are all working at a snail’s pace, and you can’t help but just feel as if you’re the slow one here.

You huff as tears well into your eyes. You try to blink them away, looking up at the ceiling and only praying to whatever heavens in that damned sky right now to help.

As you try your best to get orders out, tapping your fingers along the tray while waiting on a meal for a family. A voice cries out from Table 3, and you immediately whip your head to it. Trying to keep your feet up with your head, it’s as if time slows.

“Coming!” You called out, but it’s almost as if your vision slows and blurs. Turning your head at the fastest rate when the chef calls and rings the bell because the meal is ready. So much is happening, yet, it feels like everything is in slow motion and your head whirls. Being in the middle of two people both calling and ringing up, you can’t take it anymore. Trying to shuffle back into your right mind as you decide to go back for the meal, only to be called louder from the needy table.

Your head spins and burns when you flutter your eyes close for a split second. Opening them up to see how fast and efficient the other staff seem as they maneuver around, with a tray in their palm and walking around serving. What you should be doing. Instead of trying to get your head into the game, and serve the family.

You don’t even know it, but tears run burning paths down your dry cheeks and you let out a soft gasp. When another waiter walks almost close to you, you catch a glimpse of your reflection on a metal shot cup. Your eyes widen when you see light gray streaks of your mascara trailing down to your jaw, and you immediately bury your face into your hands.

Without taking your face out of your cupped hands, you try to blindly walk around to the restaurant’s bathroom. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you gasp and hiccup, bumping finely into a broad, firm chest. You stumble backwards, and you take a whiff of air into your lungs.

Oh wait, you know that scent. That spicy, but sweet cologne.

Your eyes widen as your hands slide from your face to your side and you look up to meet his eyes. Those bright and loving eyes, that has a worry in them.

“Baby, w-what’s the matter? W-why my pretty girl crying?” He furrows his brows, while wrapping your tired, and overwhelmed frame into his. You can only hiccup in tears, and clutch him tightly. Burying your face into his chest and letting out blabbes and mumbles that no one can make out.

He smiles softly, calmly cupping your cheeks and then pulling your face up to meet his. Leaning down to press a warm kiss to your cute nose. “C’mon, doll, ah know you can talk to me right. You’re a big girl, I know ya can.” He encourages and whispers softly.

You finally take a deep breath, easing your breathing as you nod and lean your forehead to his shoulder. “M-m’it’s too much. I-I feel like I-I ain’t doin’ anything right, a-and I-I’m like a turtle! And-“ you begin. You would’ve finished but he pulls you out of the doors, letting you feel the cool fresh air to your damp cheeks.

“C’mon, baby, breathe a real nice breathe do me. Okay?” You nod slowly and you try to, as you hold onto his large hand tightly. You look up at him, and he runs his large thumb onto your tear stained cheeks. “Want me to do it with ya? Is that it?” You nod vigorously, not able to talk right now.

“Okay, sounds good. Okay, ready? Deep breath in.” He starts, looking into your eyes and waving his hand in as if he’s demonstrating what he’s doing. And it’s helping. You breathe in with him, and hold it. “Now, breathe out.” His southern drawl shushes you and you nod slowly. Closing your eyes and tilting your chin up into the cold air and letting out a large breath.

“There ya go, big girl. I’m proud of you hun.” He smiles gently, and he hugs you to his chest. He hums and wraps his arms around your shoulders, rubbing your arms and warming you up. Pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “baby, c’mon, call off work and then let’s go get something. How does that sound?”

Before you can protest, he smirks and shakes his head. “Better yet, I’ll call off for ya.” Holding a light grip to your shoulder, and then peeking his head into the warmly lit restaurant. He calls out when he makes eye contact with a staff, “she’s off the clock.” Without even hearing a response, he ducks his head out and giggles to you, “okay, well that’s taken care of.” He holds you to his soft side and rubs your hair with those large but gentle hand of his. Leaning down to bury you the top of your head in sweet candy kisses, you forget completely and fall into his arms and love all over again.

“Ya gotta be gentle on yourself, darlin’. Don’t wantcha to get tired and all tied up, ya hear me?” He says as he pops his head up and looks straight ahead the cool and chilly sidewalk ahead.

You sigh and shrug, muttering, “elvis, I’m not some baby, I can handle it. Tonight…was just not my night.” You hum out and lay your head on his arm while you two walk down the cold and empty cement. He snickers and shakes his head, bringing his other hand to pinch playfully and gently at your nose.

“ah, that’s where yer wrong. Yer my baby. Now c’mon, let’s get to the car and I’ll drive on home where you can rest on.”

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I hope you enjoyed! And I’m sorry for the wait

#Spotify #elvispresley #70s elvis #elvis aaron presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis fluff #elvis fanfiction #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #elvis x reader fluff #Elvis fluff fanfiction

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Lavender - Ch. 39

You, Joel and Ellie find a familiar face. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-38 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Allusion to SA (not described.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 4.5k

“Why can’t your nose be 12 inches long?”

Ellie was walking backwards, her small hands looped through the straps of her backpack, looking very pleased with herself.

“Please no,” Joel sighed.

“I don’t know,” you smiled. “Why can’t your nose be 12 inches long?”

“Because then it would be a foot!”

Joel groaned, you laughed, Ellie damn near cackled.

“Surprised you even know how many inches are in a foot after goin’ through FEDRA school,” Joel muttered, but he smiled a bit.

“Hey!” You said. “I resent that!”

“Yeah, Doc, we all know you were the only teacher there who gave a shit,” Ellie smirked. “You’re the only reason any of us know there are 12 inches in a foot.”

“Good thing you were my favorite student or you still wouldn’t know,” you teased. “I kept that information pretty close to the chest…”

You thought you were getting close to the radio tower. Or at least, where you thought the radio tower was, anyway. It was pretty hard to tell.

You hadn’t been on a road in a while, just walking in the general direction you needed to go. There hadn’t been another person since you’d had to stabbed a raider in the leg and Joel had killed him.

The thought still made your stomach turn. You’d stabbed multiple people now. Not that you’d had much choice in the matter - one was trying to choke you to death, the other made it clear that he wasn’t going to let you pass without what he saw as fair payment. It certainly hadn’t been payment you wanted to give and it definitely wasn’t something Joel would have allowed. And who knows if it would have stopped with you. With Ellie there, you couldn’t risk it. The men had to die. You just hated being a part of it.

But Ellie made it worthwhile. Killing for her, you could justify that. You could justify a lot for that kid. The next night, when you’d found a place to camp and Joel had gone to gather firewood while you and Ellie got things set for the night, she stood beside you, staring at your feet.

“What’s up, Gremlin?” You asked as you set out your sleeping bag.

“Yesterday,” she said, pausing for a moment.

“What about it?” You asked when she didn’t continue, trying to sound normal even though your stomach was clenched tight.

“I didn’t really get the pill thing until yesterday,” she glanced up at you before looking back at your feet. “And… Well thanks. For getting them for me and making sure I haven’t needed them…”

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you brushed her hair back, your thumb against her temple. “But we’re going to do everything we can to make sure you never need them. OK?”

“OK,” she turned to go back to her pack before turning to you again. “Something like that happened to you before, didn’t it?”

You looked at her for a moment.

“That’s not something you need to worry about,” you said, going into your bag for jerky. She frowned. “I mean it. That’s not what needs to be on your mind. OK?”

She looked at you a second longer before nodding once, going back to her own pack.

She didn’t talk about it again.

“That’s OK, Doc,” Ellie said, turning around and facing forward again. You caught a glimpse of her smug smile as she did. “It doesn’t matter how much you push the envelope. It will always be stationary.”

You laughed and Joel groaned before stopping, frowning at something on the horizon. You tried to follow where he was looking.

“Is that…” You frowned, too.

“Smoke,” he finished for you. “We head that way, see if we can’t find someone who knows where the fuck we are.” He looked to you and Ellie. “You two are gonna hang back until I figure out who we’re dealin’ with. Got it?”

“Ugh, you never let me do anything fun,” Ellie sighed dramatically, throwing her head back to look at the sky.

“Let you say all the puns you want,” Joel replied. “Haven’t strangled you yet, seems like enough fun to me…”

“That is pretty fun,” she agreed. Joel adjusted your path and you and Ellie followed him.

“Hey Joel?” Ellie asked. “Why did the scarecrow get an award?”

Joel sighed. She leaned toward him eagerly, waiting for him to give in.

“Because he was outstanding in his field?” Joel asked wryly.

Ellie gaped at him.

“Are you shitting me!” She ran around to the front of him and started walking backwards again. “Did you read the book? How did you know that?”

“You’re gonna hurt yourself, walkin’ like that,” he smiled a little as he said it, voice gruff.

“Such a dick,” Ellie muttered, going to walk next to you, shaking her head and smiling as she did.

The smoke was coming from a small cabin, all on its own. Joel drew his pistol, putting his arm out as you approached, not letting you leave the tree line.

“Stay out here,” he ordered, looking at both of you. “I mean it.”

“Fine,” Ellie sighed. “You get to do all the cool stuff….”

Joel just shook his head, ignoring her, before heading down to the cabin.

You were happy to obey for a while, until you saw a man approaching the cabin with an animal carcass over one shoulder and a gun over the other.

“Shit,” you said, glancing at Ellie, who had nestled herself into some tree roots with a comic book from her pack. “If I tell you that you have to stay here, will you actually stay here?”

“No,” she closed the comic and stood up, getting her pack on.

You sighed.

“Of course not. Alright,” you said. “Let’s go.”

You crept down the hill to the cabin and peered in through a window to see Joel, talking to an older couple. His gun was drawn. You rolled your eyes. Because of course he has them at gun point. You fell back.

“He’s fine,” you whispered, nudging Ellie back toward the fence.

“Aw man!” She said. “Let’s just go inside…”

“No.”

You started back toward the fence but she ducked around you and threw open the door.

“Ellie!” You followed behind her, Joel glaring at the both of you as you burst into the small living space. “Hi.”

“Told you to wait outside,” he growled.

“Didn’t want to leave you outnumbered,” Ellie said, standing up straight, chin high. “In case one of these fuckers tried something.”

“Ho-ly,” the man laughed. “Didn’t know you were traveling with a little firecracker. With these two, you really just want to go back east. Don’t want to risk it.”

“Don’t want to risk what?” She asked.

“Ellie,” Joel shot her a look.

“The folks on the other side of the river,” the man said. “Haven’t met them, just seen what they leave behind. It’s nothing good.”

You frowned, glancing at Joel. He looked almost sick.

“They might just be protecting something,” you said, looking at him. “Think about it, about Tommy…”

“Go that way and you won’t come back,” the man said.

“You can’t scare us,” Ellie rolled her eyes. “We’ve been through worse than whatever’s out there…”

“Scared him plenty,” the man nodded at Joel.

“Let’s go,” Joel said, heading for the door and stomping out into the snow. You watched him leave for a second.

“I’m sorry for…” you looked at the door again and back to the couple. “All of that. He’s… we’ve been on the road a bit. He’s stressed.”

“Don’t go past the river,” the man said. “Or stressed will be the least of your problems.”

You followed Joel out of the house, pulling Ellie along behind you, only to find him holding onto a fence post outside. You frowned, slipping a hand up his back. He startled for a second.

“Woah,” Ellie, frowned, coming up the other side of him. “Are you having a heart attack? You can’t die on us, Joel, because we’re not going to make it across the river of fucking death if you’re dead…”

You pulled a glove off and pressed your fingers to the base of his neck, taking his pulse.

“I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “Just shock of the cold air….”

You looked him over for a moment.

“Real quick, Joel,” you said, fingers still at his pulse point. “Tell me the textures of five things you can see…” He looked at you like you were insane. “Come on, textures, five things.”

He winced for a second before looking out at the snow, taking a shaky breath.

“Snow is wet,” he muttered. “Fence is rough. You’re soft…”

His heart rate was easing.

“Give me two more,” you said, glancing around. “That deer skin there, what about it?”

“That’s coarse,” he said standing up a little straighter.

“Ellie’s boots?” You asked. He looked down at the rubber coated snow boots.

“Smooth,” he said.

Your fingers were still on his pulse point. It has eased quite a bit.

“Good,” you took your fingers away.

“So he’s not having a fucking heart attack?” Ellie asked.

“Nope,” you replied. “No heart attack.”

“Thank fuck,” Ellie muttered, starting up the hill. “Because still have to get through the river of fucking death and hope that we don’t end up as some of the death.”

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Joel wasn’t sure what the fuck made him feel like he was about to drop dead but he was ready to make sure he never felt it again.

He let Ellie get a bit ahead of them before he looked at you, walking beside him.

“What…” he paused, not liking that he needed to ask you questions like this. “What was that?”

“That was a panic attack,” you replied.

“Jesus,” He muttered. “Felt like I was fuckin’ dying…”

“Yeah, they do that,” you replied.

He glanced down at you before looking forward again.

“They feel like that for you?” He asked.

“Pretty much,” you shrugged. “You came down from it pretty quick, which is good. I can teach you some ways to pull yourself out of them.”

“They work?” He asked.

You shrugged again.

“Usually,” you said. “I haven’t had a bad one in a while.”

He nodded slowly.

“It’ll be OK, Joel,” you said, your hand on his back, grounding him. “It’ll be OK.”

He tried not to think about it. About the way his head had decided to just cripple him. He hadn’t been able to fucking move, hadn’t been able to fucking think. What if someone tried to attack you then? If the man inside had decided to start shooting? What if it happened when there were infected or raiders or even just a goddamn bear? You’d be stuck trying to protect him and Ellie. He’d get you killed. He’d get you all fucking killed.

His chest got tight.

“Getting late,” he said as the three of you came up on a vantage point, looking down at the valley below. “Should wait for tomorrow to cross, make sure we have light.”

There were caves not far from the river - ones that, thankfully, didn’t look to be regularly visited by people. Something Joel was on the lookout for even more now after the cabin.

“Have to set watches tonight,” his jaw was set. “Especially with a fire…”

“I’ll take first,” you said. He went to argue but you cut him off. “Joel, trust me. I’ll take first.”

He nodded, looking back into the fire, trying not to think about the fact that you were trying to protect him when he should be protecting you.

“So,” Ellie said, her arms looped around her knees. “We’re getting close to where we think these firefly guys are…” She looked between the two of you for a moment. “What do we do after that? You know, once they take all my blood and do whatever shit Doc is going to make them do with it. Then what?”

Joel looked at you for a moment. You shrugged.

“I’ll probably be stuck with them for a bit,” you said. “Helping to do research, see if what I learned so far is applicable to anything with your blood…”

“OK but if you don’t have to do that,” Ellie said. “What would you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned a little. “I haven’t thought about life that way in… well 20 years, at least. If the sky was the limit, I always wanted to live in France…”

“Don’t they speak fucking French in France?” Ellie frowned.

“Oui,” you smiled. “Et je parle Français aussi.”

“Oh shit,” Ellie nodded. “Look at Doc!”

“Pretty moot point now,” you shrugged. “Can’t exactly make it to Paris. And not a lot of French speakers here, so it ended up being a pretty useless skill but… I like to think there’s a version of me out there in the universe who’s drinking coffee at a cafe in France right now.”

“Well there’s that Eiffel Tower in Vegas that’s probably still standing,” Joel shrugged. “Could head there.”

You laughed a little.

“Something tells me it lacks the allure that it had before the world ended.”

“What about you?” Ellie looked to Joel.

“I’m goin’ wherever she’s goin’,” he shrugged.

“Ugh, that’s so lame,” Ellie rolled her eyes. You smiled. He shrugged again. “OK if she’s going wherever you’re going, where are you going?”

Joel sighed, thinking for a moment.

Like you, he hadn’t thought about life this way in years. Even longer than 20 years. He’d put all his wants and needs on the back burner some 33 years ago and what he wanted then was very different than what he wanted now. After 20 years of hell, he just wanted peace. Quiet. Something to call his own.

“Probably a farm,” he shrugged. “Some land somewhere. Some place no one is going to bother me.”

“Farming what?” She asked.

He sighed.

“I don’t know, never thought about it.”

She kept looking at him, expecting an answer. He sighed again.

“Sheep.”

“Sheep?” She giggled.

“Sheep,” he replied. “They’re quiet. Don’t say bad puns all the time…”

“You love my puns,” she smirked.

“What about you?” You asked. “I mean obviously I’m just going to drag you along with me wherever I go until you’re old enough to fight me off but…”

Ellie smiled at that.

“Anywhere?” She asked. You nodded. “I’d go up.”

You smiled and nodded but Joel frowned.

“Up.”

“Up,” Ellie repeated. He raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t have many other places to want to go from inside the QZ, it was all walls and water and it’s not like I got to see anywhere else so I just looked up. It’s why I got to know Doc, I read everything in the school library and it wasn’t enough and my friend… She told me to see Doc about it, said she’d find stuff for me.”

“Did she?” Joel looked at you. You were looking at your lap, embarrassed, but smiling a little.

“Oh yeah,” Ellie smiled. “I read about fucking everything. There’s a probe that’s out past Pluto now, did you know that? We sent something outside of the fucking solar system. It’s probably still trying to send signals back to NASA because it’s a billion miles away and doesn’t know about fucking infected.

“But the astronauts were the best. People who left the planet? So fucking cool. They were all fucking cool but know who the best one was?”

“Sally Ride?” Joel smiled a little.

“Sally fuckin’ Ride,” Ellie nodded. “Coolest astronaut name ever. So yeah. I just… I’ll go up.”

Joel looked up at the stars as he tried to settle enough to sleep, trying not to think of you keeping watch, looking out for him because he needed protection. Because he seemed bound and fucking determined to find new ways to fail you.

It was daylight when he woke up, you asleep at his side, Ellie standing with the gun. He shot up.

“I insisted,” she smiled, a little proud. “Woke up right when Doc was about to get you up and talked her into it.”

“Should have let her,” he growled. “You can’t just…”

“Oh but I did,” she said. “And no one died. Look at that.”

He ground his teeth.

The three of you made it over the river without incident, Ellie thoroughly unimpressed with the “river of death.”

“Haven’t seen any people,” she said. “Not even an infected to try to use for target practice. It’s kind of a let down, I was expecting better…”

“You’re going to jinx us, Gremlin,” you warned.

“Jinx sminx,” she said cheerfully.

The walk was almost too easy. It set Joel on edge, his eyes constantly scanning the horizon and watching for the inevitable. It couldn’t be this fucking easy.

“You know, I was stayed up all night wondering where the sun went,” Ellie said. “And then it dawned on me.”

You laughed and Joel sighed. You smiled at him and he couldn’t help but smile a little back. When you were happy, it seemed to spill out of you and he wanted to devour it. He wasn’t sure how to get there on his own anymore, he couldn’t remember the last time he was happy on his own. But you were there. You could guide him to it, surround him in it, crack him open so he could soak it up. That was the way of you.

“Dam,” Ellie smirked a little, standing and looking down at the water below.

Joel smiled a little.

“You’re no Will Livingston,” he said.

“Well who is?” She replied. “So that made electricity?”

“Yeah,” he said. She opened her mouth and he cut her off. “Ask the science teacher, kid, not me.”

“OK Doc,” she said. “Science for us!”

You laughed a little.

“Basically, water moves through the dam and pushes a turbine that generates energy,” you said. “But I’d like to remind you both that I’m a biologist, not a physicist. You want me putting your organs back in your body, not making a building.”

“Or running a dam?” Ellie teased.

“Or running a dam,” you replied before you frowned. “It looks like it’s in really good shape, though. I’m surprised it held up that well, especially with the temperature swings you get in this part of the country… It looks like it’s still running…”

Your frown deepened, stepping closer to the edge of the overlook the three of you were standing on. Joel reached out and took your wrist, instinctively holding you back.

“How would it still be running,” you said, almost to yourself.

“Guys?” Ellie said. “What if this is the river of death?”

You looked at Joel.

“We should move,” he said.

You didn’t make it far.

He heard them before he saw them, about a dozen riders on horseback, cresting a hill and running for you.

“Behind me!” Joel grabbed you and Ellie, putting you both behind him, looking over his shoulder. You were behind Ellie, your back against hers as the riders circled you, your arms looped through hers. Joel’s hands went up.

“Joel,” you looked back at him. Your eyes were wide.

“I’ll talk,” he said. “Just stay back…”

You were fully circled now. But no one was shooting yet. No one was even pointing a gun at you yet. A good enough sign.

“Ain’t lookin’ for trouble,” Joel said. “Just passin’ through, headed west…”

“Drop the gun,” one of the riders ordered. “Anything the girls are carryin’ too.”

Joel looked back at you and gave you a nod. You took your gun from its holster and dropped it on the ground, keeping your arms back around Ellie as much as you could. Joel slid the rifle from over his arm and put it down.

“You two,” the man who spoke before said. “The girls. Take five steps back, in opposite directions…”

Joel looked back to you and you looked at him before you crossed to his right, Ellie to his left. Your hands were up and you glanced his way, eyes wide and pleading. He knew what you wanted to do. He gave you a look, one that he was sure you were about to fucking ignore.

“We can talk this through,” Joel began.

“No, we can’t,” the man snapped.

“Yes we can,” you said quickly. Joel groaned. Of course you were going to fucking ignore him. “I’m a doctor, I have some medications with me. I can provide medical care for you or any of your people…”

“Won’t do us any good if you’re infected, will it?” The man said. “Been near any infected?”

“Ain’t any out here,” Joel said.

“The hell there ain’t,” the man replied before whistling. A dog - big, at least part German Shepherd by the looks of it - came forward. “You’re infected? He’ll smell it. Rip you to pieces. Last chance to go with some dignity.”

Joel looked to Ellie. Her eyes were wide. The man whistled again.

The dog went for him first, smelling him and moving on to you. You were looking at him, panic in your eyes. You didn’t know what the fuck to do either. Joel tried to think, come up with some kind of plan, something to at least get you and Ellie out of there in one piece. If he could get to the gun he could maybe shoot the dog but that’d likely just get all three of you killed. He could try taking down as many of the riders as possible while the two of you ran for it but there was no way in hell you could out run people on horseback.

The dog was satisfied with you and trotted to Ellie. He was out of time. His heart was pounding, his stomach in knots and he could only watch as… the dog started licking Ellie. She giggled and got down on the ground with it, scratching behind its ears.

“Hi there!” She let it lick her face. Joel looked at you and saw you relax.

“So what the fuck is a doctor doing all the way out here?” The man snapped.

“Lookin’ for my brother,” Joel said. “That’s all.”

“I’m happy to take a look at anyone who needs it,” you said, glancing at Joel again. “Then we will move on, we don’t want any trouble, we’re just looking for his brother.”

A woman came forward, her eyes narrowed at Joel over the handkerchief covering most of her face.

“What’s your name?” She asked, voice sharp.

He looked at you before he answered.

“Joel.”

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“Why’s Joel get his own horse?” Ellie muttered.

“Because you’ve never ridden a horse,” you replied.

“Can’t be that hard,” she said.

You smiled.

“Just sit tight,” you said. “I think we’re almost there.”

There was a wall, looming on the horizon and it seemed like you were being led right for it.

The woman hadn’t given you much of any context but you were trying to not get your hopes up. You hoped she reacted that way because she knew Tommy and that Tommy had talked about Joel. They looked enough alike, Joel was an unusual enough name, that might be all it took to get her to want to bring you into town.

You hoped that meant he was still alive.

You weren’t sure what to do about Tommy if he was there. Your mind had been plenty happy to not really think about it, putting it off until it would actually be an issue.

Tommy had been one of your best friends before he left. He was the person you were closest to outside of Andrew and Jess. But he’d set a bomb. He’d killed dozens of people. He’d almost killed you.

But it was Tommy.

And that was before considering the fact that, the last time you’d seen Tommy you’d been sleeping with him and now you were back together with Joel.

“Think they know Tommy?” Ellie asked quietly.

“Not sure,” you replied.

“Do you think Joel will be OK if they don’t?” She looked back at you over her shoulder from her place tucked against your torso. You gave her a little squeeze with your arms, keeping your grip on the reins.

“We’ll make sure he is,” you said.

The front gate loomed and creaked open as you approached, at least 25 feet tall. Whatever this was, it was well protected.

Behind the gates was a small western town. It was almost painfully charming, small storefronts with front porches, no building taller than two stories. But the strangest thing about it was the fact that there was no sign of decay, no indication of a looming power ready to crack down and crush the life out of everything. You nudged your horse along side Joel’s now that you were safely within the walls of the town.

“You OK?” You asked. He just gave you a nod, searching the town as you rode through it, eyes never stopping.

You knew the second Joel did that Tommy was here. You didn’t see him, you just saw Joel. The way his eyes went wide, the way his face softened, the way a tension left his body.

“Tommy!” He yelled, raising an arm, flagging him down. You followed his gaze and saw him, clambering down from some structure he was building. Joel jumped from his horse and ran, meeting him in the middle, both men holding each other tight.

For half a second, the worries you had about what to do if you saw Tommy again were gone. It was Tommy. You wouldn’t ever be OK with what he did. You’d have to talk to him about it at some point but it was Tommy. Tommy, the guy who taught you how to light a grill. Tommy, the guy who made you laugh so hard that you shot Shiner out of your nose. Tommy, the man who had made it so you felt like you could do more than just survive without Joel.

“Want to come with or stick with the horse?” You asked Ellie.

“Think I’ll keep out of the family reunion,” she said, sounding a little wounded.

“I’ll be right back,” you said. “OK?”

She nodded and you dismounted, coming up alongside Joel just as the two men broke apart.

“Holy shit, Kid!” Tommy grabbed you and hugged you next, holding you close and tight. He still felt the same, even after years apart, he still felt like Tommy.

“Hey Miller,” you laughed, choking up a bit. “You sure are a hard man to find.”

“Yeah well, that’s kind of on purpose,” he laughed, releasing you. You stepped back and Joel put his arm around your waist. Tommy looked between you for a moment and smiled. “So you two finally got your shit together, eh?”

“Somethin’ like that,” Joel smiled, tugging you close.

“Took you long enough,” Tommy shook his head a little, smiling at Joel. “About fuckin’ time.”

A/N: TOMMY'S BACK! Yayayayayayayayayaya!

I'm excited to dive into some of these family dynamics in Jackson for the short time we're here - and dig into Joel and his growing anxieties.

Now that we're back into canon, please let me know how you're feeling about how canon integration is feeling (if you want to obvs, no pressure!) It's still an area I feel shaky on so notes are welcome :)

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Thank you for reading! I hope you're still enjoying it as we come in on the tail end of the story here. I'm really excited for how things are going to go now that we're into this part of the canon and how it builds to the end of the story. Thanks for being here, for reading, for sharing, for commenting, for everything. Love you!

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loneberry · 14 days

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FIRST TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE

Images from my first total solar eclipse, depicting the outer corona, inner corona, prominent prominences, diamond ring, and the partial phase. Photos taken by Dan.

A black sun. Never had I seen a black sun, that insignia of melancholia that will forever remind me of Kristeva, which will forever remind me of M’s suicide—it was one of the few books M had with her at the very end, the book that her mother believed was the key to why she did it.

Black sun. On the day of—or day after—M’s death anniversary. I had been weeping for days when I found myself beneath that darkening sky.

What’s the difference between a partial and a total eclipse? I vaguely remember going onto the playground with some glasses as a child, but I don’t remember what I saw in the sky. What’s the big deal? The sky goes dark for a few minutes. It can’t be much different from the onset of night.

Wrong.

The rhapsodic scientists I listened to on various podcasts convinced me that there is really no comparison between a partial and total eclipse. I tried to hatch a last-minute plan to get myself in the path of totality. In the days leading up to the eclipse, I would be at the French King Bridge for M’s death anniversary. The only person I knew in Western MA, besides M’s mother, was my poet friend Ethan. So I asked him if he had a plan to see the eclipse.

I did not know, when I texted him out of the blue, that his parents lived in the path of totality in northern Vermont, that his father Dan was an astronomer (communist astronomer!) and eclipse chaser (this was his 14th eclipse), that Dan had even organized the local viewing event and wrote a book on the history of astronomy. At Ethan’s parents’ house there were literally photographs of eclipses mixed in with the family photos (see below). His father had even built a little observatory on his land. I had, in the most haphazard fashion, found the perfect guide to my first total solar eclipse.

Dan brought his equipment to the eclipse viewing: cameras, filters, binoculars, and a $4000 hydrogen alpha telescope that we used before the eclipse to look at the sun’s prominences and a sunspot on the surface. He enthusiastically answered all my questions. How had the Babylonians worked it out so long ago? Why does the wind pick up when the eclipse begins? Why is the sun’s corona so much hotter than the sun’s surface? (It’s still a mystery to the scientists…) Why why why. (People often tell me that I always ask a lot of questions—almost like an eternally curious child.)

The eclipse. It is not like the dimming of sunset, with its orange hues and plunge into the horizon, the low angle. It is a light unlike any light I have seen before, a strange dream-like atmosphere, a gray yet shimmering unreality, the air suddenly cold, the birds in a confused tumult. The uneven temperature of the atmosphere makes the wind pick up as the moon slowly covers the sun. Though the light was not the gold of sunset, you could see a band of orange on every horizon like a 360 degree sunset, an eerie gloaming that electrifies your skin.

A silence descended on the field as the moment of totality approached. Then, audible gasps—we couldn’t believe what we were seeing. I think the first thing I said was, “Holy. Shit.” Nothing prepared me for the numinous beauty of the sun’s corona, those elegant wisps of bright white light haloing the black sun. I think it’s probably the closest one can come to seeing God while alive on this earth. I cried during totality while observing the patterns in the corona through binoculars. A beautiful pink arch of plasma (a prominence) was visible toward the bottom of the sun. Dan pointed out Venus in the sky.

In the center of that black hole there is an abyssal silence

I don’t know how to describe it. Celestial indifference to human endeavor, human emotion. A kind of coldness in that heat, the heat of the corona, beyond even the fires of Hell. Then I can hear the angelic squall of the corona ringing over the landscape. It is a sound full of grace even as it cannot be called happy.

I can see why the ancients might interpret an eclipse as an augur of something deeply ominous, perhaps apocalyptic. The experience is, at once, sublime, ecstatic, and deeply unnerving—all your perceptual faculties are telling you that something is wrong. The ongoingness of the world and its rules cannot be taken for granted, for the sun went black, not in my dream, but in the afternoon sky.

And just as soon as it began, it was over. We had almost 3 and half minutes of totality. I was surprised by how quickly the sky brightened, how much light we get when the sun is almost completely covered.

One day the moon will float away. There won’t be any more total solar eclipses. Be grateful you were alive during this slice of cosmic time.

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This is my favorite scene in all of cinema, from Béla Tarr's Werckmeister Harmonies. Watch drunkards reenact an eclipse in a drab Hungarian bar...

Ethan and communist astronomer dad!

I even got eclipse-branded maple syrup (peak Vermont)

#eclipse2024 #eclipse #total solar eclipse #solar eclipse #Werckmeister Harmonies #film #bela tarr #great american eclipse #béla tarr

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spookyspecterino · 7 months

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Soft Moments in the Stars

Sam Coe x GN! Reader

GN! Reader. No pronouns, no use of Y/N, or reader descriptions used.

Anxiety, worry, some fear (Sam is there to comfort you and calm you down). Comfort, breathing exercises, reassurance.

Staring out into the stars, while everyone sleeps, your mind starts to worry. Sam notices you're awake and stays up with you.

Characters: Sam Coe. Mentions of Cora Coe, Sarah, Barrett, and Andreja.

Haha, bet you didn't expect another so soon! This is short. But I really needed it. Now that the poll requests are done, I can get into the heavier more plot related stuff >:) (Aka: my sad era)

Staring up at the stars, what a primal instinct it’s been for all of humanity since the dawn of creation. The unknown, the curiosity, the wonder in it. How long have humans been looking up at the night sky? And how many of your ancestors have done just the same; sitting, staring, and questioning?

What’s out there? How do you fit in to any of it? In this vast field of stars, of people, of planets—why are you the one to go on this cosmic journey?

New Atlantis had too much light pollution to look up and stargaze at night. Akila city had too much dust and sand in the air. But now, in the cockpit of the Frontier, the entire universe stretches out for your curious, pondering eyes.

Quiet moments, when everyone is asleep and the ship drifts across the blackest sea, are rare. It’s an opportunity to sit and really think. At times, maybe the constant hustle and bustle from place to place, mission to mission, is good. It’s a distraction, that much is clear. The lively conversations among your crew, Sarah jotting down notes about unexplored systems, Cora with her enthusiastic book reports—is comforting.

You may not always have them. It may be, in time, this quiet, contemplative silence is all you have left.

It’s a chilling, anxiety-ridden truth that you’ve been forced to think of more and more. Especially now.

With every new temple you discover, every new power you gain, a rift grows between you and the others. There’s a distinct feeling to it.

Sarah and Noel look at you like you’re something to be studied. Barrett uses constant humor and jokes to cover his nervousness. Andreja feels threatened by the power imbalance.

Only Sam continues to treat you the same.

Sam—wonderful, optimistic, loving, Sam.

Your shining light in the dark.

Every outcome is uncertain, but his promises of staying with you—always being at your side, no matter what—is a comfort unlike anything else.

A long-winded sigh leaves you. Your mind can’t help but wander into the worst-case scenarios or worry about the unknown. If these temples turn you into some kind of monster… what then? If your destiny takes you on a different path than his, how can you see it coming? Could you even prevent it?

What about Cora? Will she grow up without you? Her own path taking her elsewhere?

Is this all for nothing? Is this endless space an indifferent, uncaring, void that only seeks to be filled with violence—

Soft hands caress your tense shoulders. “Hey. What’re you doing up?”

Like a light switch being flipped, the anxious, spiraling thoughts cease. A lucid calm washes over you.

You lean back in your pilot’s seat, feeling the warmth of Sam behind you. “Couldn’t sleep.” You murmur.

He hums softly, leaning down closer to you. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Hmm…” He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, gently kneading the other. “Describe how you’re feeling.”

“Frustrated. I guess. I have so many questions.”

His thumbs move to massage between your shoulder blades. “I can tell, you’re very tense.”

This makes you chuckle, a breathy and tired sound. You can feel his short beard against your neck. His lips ghost over your skin. “Come back to bed, we can work some of that frustration out.”

A very tempting offer. Other nights you would happily accept to be whisked away in his arms, forget everything, and curl up next to him to start a new day. But something stops you.

He can feel your hesitation. His lips hover and his hands pause.

“It’s…It’s not just that…” You frown at the stars. Sam’s faint reflection in the glass watches you with caring, patient eyes.

“I’m…I’m scared—terrified, actually.” As if a great floodgate opens, you release your thoughts into the still air. “I don’t know what’s coming next; I rely on Constellation to have at least some idea of what we’re getting into. Seeing Sarah and Noel just as confused as I am…it’s really unsettling. These temples and powers…what if they change me into someone—or something—unrecognizable?”

Your breath quickens. “I don’t know what to do. There’s so much responsibility on my shoulders now, it’s all so sudden. What if I screw up? What if I get someone hurt—what if I get you hurt? Or if I make the wrong choice and—”

“Whoa, whoa. Easy. Take a deep breath.”

You do, filling your lungs just as he does, as he guides you along.

In and out. Slow. In and out.

Your heart calms, just a little, but your racing thoughts still tumble around your mind. “Thanks.” You whisper, leaning your head back against his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“Stand up. I wanna hold you.”

His hands guide you out of the chair, sliding under your arms and around you like a safety net. Your hands lay over his. They’re always so warm, while yours are always cold.

His body presses against yours, flooding you with his warmth, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He murmurs into your skin. “It’s alright. I’ve got you. I will always be with you.” His fingers tangle with yours, smooth and practiced.

“It’s natural to make mistakes—and it’s not your fault. You’re learning just like the rest of us. There’s no way you can predict the future, so go easy on yourself. Making mistakes is human.” He trails light kisses up your neck to the shell of your ear. “As for everything else—we take it one step at a time, together. If something doesn’t feel right, we can adjust or take a break. Don’t push yourself. The universe isn’t going anywhere.”

Tears dot the corner of your eyes as you smile and nod. Your voice is barely a whisper. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime, love.”

You take some more steadying breaths, feeling your lungs fill and empty out rhythmically. “You always know exactly what to say.”

He chuckles, his breath is warm against your skin. “I know you, and I know how it feels to be weighed down by anxious thoughts.”

After a few more minutes of watching the stars, feeling your mind slow and your thoughts ease, “I think I’m ready for bed now.”

“You sure? I can give you some more time alone if you need it.”

“Nah.” You turn in his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re greeted with the softest blue eyes and a loving smile. “I’m good now.”

Sam presses his forehead to yours. “I love you. You know that right?”

“Of course.” You press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I love you too.”

His content, happy, sigh—one of your favorite noises—lifts your heart out of the gloom.

#sam coe #sam coe x reader #starfield #gn reader

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wannab-urs · 8 months

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Faulty System

Graphic: Old Friends by James R. Eads

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader (i don’t really specify gender here, but the reader is afab in prior installments)

Summary: It’s easy to let all the bad parts of being with Dieter obscure the beauty of who he was. You try not to. WC: ~900

Warnings: // in order // drug and alcohol use, Major Character Death (in the past), talking to your toxic mother, excessive cursing bc that’s how I talk sorry, discussion of mental illness, discussions of like idk… physical deterioration due to mental health and drug abuse, implied sex dream turned nightmare, no happy ending, trauma dumping (not in the fic, that’s just what I’m doing)

A/N: Thanks to @theywhowriteandknowthings and @atinylittlepain for reading and discussing with me <3 eternally fucking grateful to y’all. This fic is based somewhat loosely on the song Your Needs, My Needs by Noah Kahan, which is about watching someone you love become a ghost of themselves due to addiction. I know very few people want to read a pairing//x reader fic where the other half is dead, and I really appreciate all of you who read and love my Dieter fics. I don’t know how I can ever describe how it feels to have someone tell you they read the darkest parts of your soul and found something good in it. Love y’all. also i should probably wait to post this but i have no self control :)

Series Masterlist | Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You asked me why I wasn't sayin' a word I'm namin' the stars in the sky after you

A late night walk, something you do to get him out of the apartment. Giggling as you slip the hastily rolled joint from his teeth. You press it to your lips and draw acrid smoke into your lungs, push it back out into the humid air and walk through a haze of your own creation. You’re drunk, maybe. High, definitely. Dieter wraps his arms around you from behind and you awkwardly waddle-walk down the sidewalk, tangled up.

He presses a kiss to the space behind your ear and you scrunch your shoulder up, shrugging him away. “Fuckin tickles!” You squirm away from him and break into a run, tossing the joint behind you, laughing and squealing as he chases you. You skid to a stop behind your usual tree in the park. Press your back into the bark. “I see you, baby. Can’t hide from me.”

You make a break for it. A stumbling, stuttering start and his arms are around you in a flash, pulling you to his chest as he hits the ground on his back. Howling hyena laughter ringing in the quiet midnight air. He kisses you, sucking all the air right out of your lungs, breathing it back into you. You separate only to turn in his arms and crash back into him, hands fisting in his curls, bodies pressed together down to your toes. He makes you dizzy, a little sick, disoriented.

You flop onto your back next to him, staring at the night sky awash with stars as you fight to catch your breath. You get quiet, gazing at the stars. He asks why. “Just thinking.” He waits for you to continue, knows to let you work it out first.

“You burn so fucking bright, Dee. It lights up the whole sky.” He smiles and brings your hand to his chapped lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You don’t tell him he’s like the stars you learned about from that space documentary you like to fall asleep to. They burn incredibly hot and bright. More than any other star. And then they burn out. They’re quick about it. They light up the night sky for this infinitesimal amount of time compared to something like a red dwarf. And then they’re gone, collapsing in on themselves and taking anything unlucky enough to be caught in their orbit with them.

“Only for you.”

You were a work of art That's the hardest part

A meeting with your mom, a year and change after. She’s sitting in his seat, probably doesn’t even realize. You can’t look at her, your eyes flicking between your untouched tea and the window. So many days spent lying under that tree, just across the street. Tugging each other by the hand into this coffee shop. Curling up in the booth and talking for hours.

“I honestly don’t get why you’re still so upset. You were together for less time than it’s been since…” She trails off, not wanting to actually say the words. Since he died. “He hurt you. He’s still hurting you. He wasn’t good for you.” She says it matter of factly, like it’s common knowledge.

“Don’t fucking tell me he wasn’t good for me. You don’t know that. No one fucking knew him like I did. No one even gave him a chance. I had to watch this brilliant man turn into a goddamn ghost in front of me and no one else even gave a shit.”

“He turned you into a ghost too.”

You drag your palm across your face, smearing tears into your hairline.

“The sad part is – we were fucking gorgeous together. It wasn’t always bad, you know? He made me feel alive and beautiful and fucking… real. Like no one ever had before. He was incredible. He was so fucking smart. Kind, talented. Wonderful. He was wonderful.”

Trace the outlines of your dreams You'll always be a flower on my skin

A dream, a memory maybe. A blur of white sheets, dark curls tinged with blue paint. Gasps and sighs. Lips and tongue and teeth everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Eyes you never quite catch a glimpse of. Every feeling fleeting and just out of reach. Indents of fingers on your skin, dragging rough down your legs. These you feel. Hooking into you and nearly pulling you with him as he slips away. You swear you wake up with bloody streaks down to your calves. God it fucking hurts.

Watching him slowly kill himself, knowing it was happening, and not being able to do a damn thing about it, that was the hardest part. Towards the… the end... Fuck. When lucidity completely escaped him, he was scared. Terrified of himself and everyone around him. In his rare moments of clarity he was always so bitter, so angry at himself for not being what you needed. He punished himself. Didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, didn’t speak. You think you hated him a little, by the end.

Still. You don’t think you’re ever getting him out of your system. There was too much good in him to not forgive him for the bad. The rotten, broken, crumbling part at the center of him that took him from you. You watched him fall in on himself and you did nothing about it. Could do nothing about it. Helpless.

You cross that county line I promise to be there this time, alright?

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‘Seeing Stars’ Rewrite

Stolas begins to speak, a vision of the galaxy appearing as he does, “In the great expanse of the nether there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomenon the great brilliance of an exploding star, the nimble dance of space dust through a nebula but once every one thousand years our corner of reality is treated to an incredible sight from the deep eldritch recesses of the cosmos the tears of a forgotten colossus begin to fall.” Stolas says with a smile describing one of his passions to his daughter, Octavia.

“Tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be. Condensed and sent shooting across the night sky in a dazzling final display. We can see what appears to mortal beings as a meteor shower for what it truly is: Azathoth's Tears.” Stolas finishes ending the vision still holding his young daughter.

“Daddy, can we go see it someday?” Octavia giggled

Stolas chuckled “Yes, dear. I promise, when the day comes nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you. Good night, my Owlette.” He responded nuzzling Octavia before tucking her in and giving a peck on the forehead.

“Goodnight Daddy!” Octavia yawned as she turned in bed.

_______

Several years into the present an older Octavia looks as happy as she did in her bed many years ago. She circled the date on her calendar that read ‘Starfall today!!’ with a doodle of her and her father on the side.

She hopped down the hallway while tugging on her boots, “Dad, dad?” She yelled as she entered the kitchen but he wasn't there. She paused for a moment before hearing faint yelling from her father's office.

She opened the cracked open door, her face dropping when she heard what all the yelling was about.

“No, I'm not sending her things over! She’s only staying for a few days or so!” Stolas yelled over the rotary phone, squeezing their butler like a stress toy. Octavia always felt bad when her parents did that to him, even if it wasn't often.

“No, –if Stella wants me to send her stuff over then she can tell me that! So with that being said, please get her back on the phone!” He yelled continuing to squeeze the poor imp tighter.

“Dad? What’s going on?” Octavia asked, entering the room.

Stolas turned before sighing, “ Ugh, nothing dear, it’s just that your uncle seems to think your mother can’t exist somewhere for two minutes without everything she owns!” Stolas grumbled

“--never want’s to see you again!” Octavia’s uncle yelled through the phone, “Everyone will—” Stolas dropped the imp he was choking to press his hand over the phone's speaker, with a groan.

“Um Dad, will this be done before tonight?” Octavia asked,

Stolas sighed, “Oh I doubt it dear… Knowing your uncle I doubt he’s going to stop calling, I might just send a few things over just so he’ll shut up!” Stolas groaned, still covering the phone's speaker.

Octavia stared dejected, “But-” Before she could finish her uncle said something particularly loud over the phone, something that she couldn’t quite make out.

Stolas groaned again, “I’m really sorry dear but, can we talk later? Your uncle is being a bit of B-I-T-C-H!” Stolas spelled out.

“Excuse me, how dare—” Her uncle yelled before it became more incomprehensible screaming.

“Well, how was I supposed to know you can spell?! I've never seen you read!” Stolas responded pettily.

Octavia groaned as they continued arguing, she turned around and shut the door of her father's, still being able to hear him and her uncle arguing.

She stomps back to kicking the door open. She slams the door and yells as she rips up the calendar page, angrily toppling her telescope over, she then grabs a bag with her things and leaves the mansion.

_______

“Loona, honey please, I didn't mean it like tha— shit!” Blitzo curses running back as Loona charges toward him with an angry look.

She picks up an empty water cooler sending it flying toward his face, hitting him dead on, “FUCK! Uh, I mean good throw honey! I-i’m so proud of you~!” Blitzo gulps trying to calm her down, she pounces on him continuing to beat him.

Millie walks past with her and Moxxies matching coffee cups, as Loona grabs a picture of the wall beating Blitzo with it. “Honey, what's all this about?” She asks as she joins Moxxie on the couch watching the two from afar.

“Huh, oh! Blitzo finally talked to her about her attitude with customers, or trying to at least.” Moxxie said with a sly smile as he grabbed his cup from Millie.

Blitzo runs behind the couch Moxxie and Millie are sitting as Loona growls at him, “I just think some small tweaks might help you be more of a uh, people person, y’know?” Blitzo laughed

“I am a people person!” Loona growled as she went and grabbed him by the collar, “If I’m sooo terrible then why don’t you just grow a pair and replace me?!” She growls

Blitzo stares at her for a second before gulping down the lump in his throat, “W-well maybe I- maybe I will!” Blitzo responded semi-confident.

Loona’s eyes widen before she growls again as she grips his collar tighter, “What did you say?”

Blitzo turned his head over to Moxxie and Millie who gave him a thumbs up, “ I said maybe I will, little missy! Yeah, that's right it's tough love time! So, now you can... go... to your desk!” Blitzo said pumped with confidence.

Loona growls again before dropping him and stomping back to her desk. She plops herself down incoherently mumbling to herself as Octavia walks through the door, her hair wrapped around her face as a last-minute disguise. Thankfully for her with all the commotion no one had noticed her enter.

“Sir, if I may say so; you're doing the right thing. If we don't even have a cheerful qualified receptionist, how can people trust us to massacre and mutilate their enemies for them? It's what's best for business.” Moxxie said sincerely as he helped Blitzo up.

Octavia freezes as Loona spots her sneaking in, she’s surprised when she does react but Octavia continues on her way nonetheless.

She heads into Blitzo's office and starts rummaging around at his desk to no avail. She pauses for a moment wondering if the grimoire is actually here. She had only vaguely overheard her father speaking about the agreement so she began to worry that it may just be back at the house and she came all this way for nothing.

Just then she sees a framed picture of all the I.M.P members on the wall that looked oddly out of place from the other photos, “Maybe…” She said to herself as she moved it aside before sighing in relief at the sight of a safe with cobwebs around it.

‘Blitzo's stuff Do-Nut Steel!!’ A sticky note on the side read with horse doodles, she looked at the keypad and paused. She typed in 1-2-3-4 expecting a red light and beep but instead blinked in surprise when it opened.

“How in Mammons's name have they not been robbed yet? Whatever!” She wondered before shaking her head and flipping open the grimoire.

“Take me to the stars,” Octavia said as a pentagram began to swirl around her feet as some smoke-like darkness streamed toward the ceiling.

Outside the office, Moxxie sat on the couch behind Blitzo massaging his shoulders. Millie sitting opposite the two loops up to see the light show coming from the office.

“Uh, Blitzo?” She says pointing towards the door.

Blitzo shoots up from his massage as he and Moxxie snap their heads towards the door, “The fuck?”

He and the other imps squeeze through the door with weapons drawn just in time to see Octavia disappearing through the portal.

As Blitzo stares slack-jawed for a moment Loona suddenly yells, “Oh yeah, by the way, you have a visitor!”

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Octavia slowly blinked her eyes open, “W-where am I?” She says as she looks down onto a blank Hollywood star as a hobo near her vomits onto it, causing Octavia to slide backward and yelp.

As she does this she notices she has fallen onto someone, she then looks up realizing she has just crushed some famous comedian, Brennon Ragers, an eyeball having popped out of his head. She quickly grabs the grimoire that lies next to him. As Octavia looks up the portal closes she then runs off with the grimoire.

“Woah, s-sorry!” Octavia says as she bumps into a clown.

“This is my territory, bitch! Take your shitty costume and get the fuck off my corner!” He yells as he pushes Octavia.

Octavia grabs her things and runs across a crosswalk while cars swerve and almost hit her. She runs into a protest mob. She looks horrified seeing them holding signs that say, "Demons walk among us", "God hates you personally", and "<- To Hell" coincidentally pointing at her.

She dodges away from them and almost runs into a gleaming golden statue of a man smiling with his hand out. Octavia falls to the ground before grabbing the grimoire and scrambling into an alleyway.

“Take me back home, take me back home, take me back home!” She repeats yelling at the pages of the grimoire but the book does nothing as she begins to tear up.

______

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Blitzo cursed as he paced around the room, “What the fuck am I supposed to tell Stolas?!” He yelled, grabbing Moxxie.

“Well, he seems to like you, sir. Maybe he would understand—” Moxxie started before Blitzo pulled him close to his face.

“Listen, my dick is good, but it is not that good, Moxxie,” Blitzo started before shoving him away and going back to pacing.

“Sir, I don't think we really have a choice! He’s already going to lose his mind when he realizes Octavia’s gone, what do you think he’s going to do to us if he finds out we were involved and didn't say anything?” Moxxie explained as Millie helped him up.

“Okay well, what do you suppose I say to him? You just want me to call him up and be like,” Blitzo starts grabbing his phone and dialing Stolas, “ Hey~ so, your daughter came by, took your book, and teleported off to who the fuck knows where, and we have no way of getting either of them back, okay?! Okay! Good talk, byeee!” Blitzo's voice cracked realizing he had actually called Stolas, he put the phone down before backing away slowly.

After a moment of silence Blitzo gave a small smile, “Huh, that went better than I thou—”.

Before Blitzo could finish the door blew up as Stolas burst inside in his full demon form. His large black form outlined in red caught Blitzo under his claw as if he were a lizard.

“BLITZO” His loud deep voice yelled leaving Blitzo to begin laughing nervously under his heavy talon.

_______

After calming down for a while in the alley, Octavia knew she needed to leave before the mob saw her. She decided to try to talk to people on the street, who ignored her.

“Hey, do y- Can you help - h-how do I get ah - I - excuse me, I just need to know where I can... see the stars?” She groans and rubs her eye, pulling her beanie over her face.

“Why do I bother? These people are all idiots anyway!” She huffed

As she says that a pamphlet flies into her face, she rips it away and reads it, the center panel reads ‘Star Struck Tourz.’

Octavia smiles, crumpling the flier close to her chest, “Yes!” She exclaims as she runs to grab a seat on the bus. However, through her excitement, she failed to notice the ‘Stalk your fave celeb!’ in the bottom left corner.

______

Stolas paces around in front of Moxxie, Millie, and Blitzo after thankfully calming down.

“How could this happen?! Do you just let anyone waltz into your office and grab infinitely powerful artifacts?!” Stolas cried, pulling his hat off. “ Why would she do this? She’s not that type to run off like this!”

Loona walks into the and sniffs the air. “Mm, it reeks of urine and desperation so... Ugh... L.A.

Everyone gives Loona a look of surprise.

“What?” She asked with a growl, and before she knew it she was being pulled through a portal that the rest of IMP and Stolas walked through.

“ Alright, Loona, let's make this quick, in and out before anyone notices us!”

The sudden sounds of gunfire and screaming make Blitzo survey the alley.

“Huh, this place doesn't look too different from Hell.” He shrugged, “ Alright, now let's get to work!”

Loona sniffs before removing an empty can from her hair “How am I supposed to smell anything in this city?!”

“Can you even do one thing right?” Moxxie mumbled,

“Can you finally do something about how fat you are?” Loona responded smugly

“I'm not –”

“Loona don’t…” Blitzo scolded

Moxxie gave an appreciative smile as Loona responded “Oh c’mon! You would’ve found that funny like a week ago!”

“Maybe but things are a little different now!” Blitzo responds with a smile as he jumps up on a dumpster and tapes a picture to the open lid. It was a simple doodle of IMP with Loona in her human disguise and Stolas with a fake mustache.

“Now, first things first we're gonna do this the old-fashioned way! We're gonna need disguises!” Blitzo said explaining his plan.

As he says so Loona and Stolas transform into their human disguises.

Millie claps in amazement while Moxxie rolls his eyes unimpressed. Blitz's eyes widen and he blushes a small bit seeing his human form.

His face quickly dropped, however, “No chance you can conjure us a couple of those, can ya?”

“Sadly, no. I'm afraid without my grimoire, my powers are just a tad limited in the human world.”

“You've had that book for years and you didn't memorize your fucking spells?” Blitzo asked annoyed.

“Pft, like your memory's so great!” Stolas laughs before gesturing to Moxxie. “What's his phone number?” He asked smugly

“Fuck you,” Blitzo responded in defeat.

Stolas laughed in triumph as the group left the alley and as they walked Stolas grabbed a pair of red-tinted sunglasses, putting on his head where his second pair of eyes would be in his normal form. As they continue Moxxie runs face-first into a human.

“Hey, little man. How about you check out this demo right here? This is some premium Grade-A fire right here! Perfect for you to crank with the little lady.” The man grabbed Millie pulling her close to her obvious displeasure.

“Oh, wow! Did you make this? Thank you!” Moxie says before he and Millie walk away as the dude follows and stops them.

“Oh, hey, hey, hey. Hold up a sec, you just gonna grab it and go?” The man asked

“He said, ‘Thank you’.” Millie huffed

“Twenty bucks, man.” The man said holding out his palm.

“Oh uh Millie, do you have money to pay this talented artist?” Moxie asked as Millie gave him a funny look.

Millie grumbled watching as the rest of their group walked past the corner without them. “You can just give it back, Mox,”

Moxxie quickly pulls her into a bush, “Millie! These artists put their heart and soul into their work! I can't just give it back like it's worthless!”

“It probably is,” Millie said rolling her eyes

“Well yeah probably, but in hell people just stab you for money, at least humans here are creative with trying to steal from you. I feel like I kinda owe it for the creativity, y’know?” Moxie responded with a shrug

Before Millie can respond a woman walks past and flips a coin to Moxxie.

“Sick demon costume, man!” She smiles

Moxxie and Millie both stare at the coin Moxxie received.

“It's metal as fuck!” She compliments again as she walked.

“I have an ide- Oh, woah!” Moxxie stands up attempting to flip the coin before accidentally dropping it.

He chases after it,” Hey, hey, hey, hey, come back here!” Millie laughes as she watched Moxxie chase the coin before he finally grabbed it.

Moxxie flips it again, catching it correctly this time. “I have an idea!”

_______

Octavia groans at the bus stop again before the tour guide comes on the speaker, “And to your left, you'll see the home of one of those influencers who think they're hot shit 'cause now they do TV shows.”

Octavia watches as a woman and her kid hop into a limo while a man lies prostrate on the ground crying and begging. However, once the limo drives away he stands up and begins kissing the man standing nearby wearing a pink bathrobe.

She groans and turns away pulling her beanie down over her eyes.

In a shop called ‘Little Costume Shop of Horrors’, Blitzo walks out the front door dressed in a pink shirt, blue jeans, and wig. His horns have been covered with frankly gigantic ears.

“So?” Blitzo says gesturing to himself proud of his disguise.

Stolas looks up from his fidgeting fingers to see Blitzo, “I don't think that’s going to fool any—”

Before Stolas could finish a woman screams excitedly.

The girl next to her also squeals “Look, everyone! It's Holly's Wood star, Brennon Ragers!”

“Who the fuck is Brendon Rager - Oh.” Blitzo paused as he stared up at a billboard for ‘Sweetie! I'm In the House!! Guest Starring Brennon’.

Stolas also looks up to the same sight “Oh, dear.”

A crowd immediately mobs Blitzo, taking pictures and begging for things while Blitzo tries to escape.

“Moxxie, Millie, where the fuck are you?!”

“♫ You're my lovely little monster, and I'll never say goodbye. I will kill for you, until the day we die. ♫”

As Moxxie and Millie finish singing the crowd cheers throwing roses and money Moxxie's way while he bows. He points to the money earned to Millie with an excited look, Millie is less than impressed but gives a soft smile back when Moxxie looks her way.

Finally, Moxxie goes over to give the money, “And, here you are, my fellow Troubadour.” Moxie says with a bow.

“Whatever, man. Get the fuck outta here, you're cramping my business.” The guy responds annoyed, snatching the cup of coins away.

Millie sighed glad the ordeal was over, “Come on, babe! We have to catch up to Blitzo before–”.

She turns and runs face-first into a mural.

“Ayyy, wanna buy some art?” A shady salesman says.

“Wha? YES!” Moxie exclaimed picking up the flyer as Millie facepalms.

______

“I'm cutting my hospital bill out of their pay” Blitzo shouts as the crowd continues to surround him.

Suddenly a limo swerves and several agents jump out to break the commotion. A man blows his whistle with a diploma in his hands, and Blitzo is finally let go.

Another man walks up to Blitzo holding a bag of fruit snacks, “Mr. Ragers, we've been looking for you everywhere. You were supposed to be on set an hour ago!” The man says.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Blitzo says pulling himself off the ground.

“Your guest spot on…” The man pauses to eat a fruit snack. “ ‘Sweetie! I'm in the House!!’ “ The man pulls his phone out showing an ad, the same one on the billboard.

“We're taping tonight. Now, hurry up and get in the car!” The man says shoving his phone back into his pocket

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! I'm not going anywhere with you, jizz-biscuit!” Blitzo responds by flipping the man off.

“Very funny, Mr. Ragers. Now, get in the car” The man says sternly, calling the bodyguards to take him to the car.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Blitzo yells briefly, managing to escape before being recaptured.

“Loona! Stolas! A little help, here?!” Blitzo calls as his fake ears fall off, a man dropping his baby to catch them as the crowds begin to tear each other apart to get the ears.

Somehow through the chaos, Stolas manages to get over to Blitzo “E-excuse me, sir. I'm… ah, Mr. Ragers' agent, and I don't believe you can just—” Suddenly an agent behind Stolas cracks his neck, and grabs him from behind.

“Oh! I didn't think you humans could be that strong!” Stolas shreik's in surprise.

Both he and Blitzo are thrown into the limo, Blitzo manages to the door, but it closes before he can escape.

“Ugh Blitzo, we don't have time for this! Via could be anywhere, she could be in even worse danger than us!” Stolas cried.

“Don't worry, I'm on it!” Blitzo exclaims before breaking a window with his horns, and spotting Loona punching the people in the crowd

“Loonie, go find Octavia! We'll catch up soon!” Blitzo yells Loona responds by flipping him off.

“Way to be a team player, sweetie!” Blitzo says sarcastically, Stolas looks at him with worry. “She's uh, in great hands!” Blitzo responded with a nervous laugh.

______

Octavia walks off the bus angrily ripping the pamphlet in half. She walks away from the group, not noticing a crime scene in annoyance, walking on top of a corpse. She then stops when she comes across a sign titled, "Star Owl: Souvenir Shop."

She pulls out her phone taking a picture of the sign, however as she gets ready to walk past the shop she slowly stops to see what's inside the shop itself, her eyes fixated on a box with the word ‘Starstruck, on it.

______

“Hey Blitzo?” Stolas said back in the limo.

“Yeah?”

“Earlier you said you cutting the hospital bill out of… the other two’s pay so, I was just wondering do you have health insurance?” Stolas asked

“Ugh barely! We only got the cheap coverage with Moxxie’s help, not sure where he got the money though… but honestly, we were going for mid-tier but then there was Mammon and his fuckin’ price gouges!” Blitzo groaned

“Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about it.” Stolas shrugged, “He does this every five years or so, sometimes longer depending on how badly the riots affect the Sins. And with prices like these, I doubt you’ll see anything costs like that for the rest of your to life!” Stolas chuckled knowing he and other Goetias often bet on how bad the property damage would be whenever .

Soon enough the limo arrived at a building entitled ‘Starstruck Studios’. An agent has Stolas slung over his shoulder while other agents carry a resisting Blitzo, doing everything in his power to try and escape, but to no avail. With the paparazzi around him, he is then thrown to a chair in a makeup room.

“Let's get him ready! He's on in five!” The producer yells to everyone in the room.

“What? "Five" what? I-I can't be on a sitcom!” Blitzo exclaimed before being smacked in the face with a powder pad, with Stolas beside him holding water bottles.

“Should've had an ego crisis before signing the contract.” The producer responds sarcastically.

“I-I-I… Whoa-, I don't even know the fucking lines!”

“That's why God invented teleprompters!” The producer smiled.

Blitzo stared at the wreck of a cast as an actress smoking a cigarette, a child actress snorting cocaine, and some guy on a teleprompter showing "GOD KILL ME PLS" before he broke down and electrocuted the guy on top of it.

“Uh, shouldn't he rehearse, or something?” Stolas said trying to get more time.

“No can do, we're live in 1-minute people!” The producer said as he walked out the stage, and Blitzo began to hyperventilate.

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I-I... I can't do this. No, not again. I-I haven't performed since–” Blitzo starts as Stolas walks up to him.

He reaches his hand out to touch Blitzo, but he pulls away before he can. Stolas pauses before gulping a lump in his throat and holding his hands to himself. “Blitzo, if your performance on stage is half as good as it was back in the circus, you'll leave them breathless!” Stolas smiles

Blitzo takes a deep breath before looking up at Stolas, “Y’know what? You're right I got this! Uh thanks for that!” He says with an appreciative smile and Stolas smiles back. “And I promise after all of this, we will get right back to finding Octacvia!” Blitzo says

“Good, now hurry and go wow them!” Stolas responds pushing Blitzo onto the set before the lights are turned on.

“Break a leg, Blitzo!” Stolas says as one last bit of encouragement before closing the door and heading to the audience section.

The lights come on a bit faster than Blitzo had anticipated before the director says “Action!”

The theme music plays and the scene opens with a male actor on the couch.

Well, if it isn't our neighbor, Ronnie. You feel that earthquake earlier?” The man says

Blitzo looks at the stage distressed before his eyes snap towards Stolas who gestures at the teleprompter with his lines on it.

“Oh, that was just my wife rolling out of bed!” Blitzo says.

The audience is unresponsive at first but laughs instantly. Blitzo then smiles to their reaction, not being able to see the signs indicating people to laugh with a bit of static.

Blitzo smiles enthusiastically “Yeah, and then that bitch hit her head on the way down and shattered her skull!” He says.

The signs don’t change, as they still say "Laugh", but no one is laughing, except for Stolas, who finds it lightly humorous.

“There's blood everywhere... pee in her pants…” Blitzo continues starting to lose his rhythm.

Stolas lightly chuckles as the rest of the audience stays silent. Both he and the audience look up at the signs, which say, ‘Srsly, laugh anyway’, and the audience proceeds to laugh at this as well. Blitzo, becoming less nervous, smiles at Stolas, a light blush appearing across his face as he smiles back.

______

Loona sips a coffee and opens up her phone to ‘Sinstagram’ She walks around the city with a song playing on her phone, she stops when she spots the ‘Star Owl: Souvenir Shop’ sign on the wall. She admires this and takes a selfie with it to post on her Sinstagram.

After posting the photo and scrolling down her feed, she notices a post from Octavia at the same location. Taken aback by this, she quickly gulps down her coffee, and takes a closer look at Octavia's profile, with some of her recent posts being pictures she took throughout the city.

One post shows a castle, with the caption reading ‘Found a cool looking castle, reminds me of home…’ Loona looked down seeing it had only been posted two minutes ago. As Loona looks around the city she sees the same castle from the post is right behind her. She crushes the coffee in her hand before throwing it down and running towards the castle.

Loona looks around trying to find Octavia, but her phone goes off again, revealing another post from Octavia showing where she is at, but no sign of her when she looks up. In another post, where she's seen in front of the Holly's Wood sign, Loona is right in front of it.

She sighs in relief and sees someone wearing the same beanie as Octavia, only to turn her around to find a human that looks like her from behind.

Loona sighs as goes back to her phone and begins scrolling through her phone and running to multiple places that Octavia has been in, with the background changing to its exact location, but every attempt proves futile with Octavia nowhere to be found. Loona stops and pants before she approaches the observatory from Octavia’s recent post.

_____

Back at Starstruck Studios, the audience ranges from fairly entertained to mentally scarred as Stolas looks troubled seeing the clock.

“Oh, Uggie! You've gone and done it again!” Blitzo says to a pug who seems to have urinated on the set's couch. “That's the fifth couch this week!” He continues enthusiastically.

The audience chuckles seemingly genuinely enjoying the without the prompt to laugh.

“You know, maybe it's about time I found you a new home, one that could put up with your attitude!” He says booping the dog's nose.

“I could take him, Mr. Ronnie! I'd be happy to adopt old Uggie and give him the attention he needs!” A child actress says.

The family comes together, and the spotlight centers only on them, with cute animals surrounding them. The crowd responds with an ‘Awww’.

“Yeah... yeah, maybe, you should adopt…” Blitzo pauses as he looks at Uggie, and he starts to remember a moment from several years prior, Blitzo looking in a cell with a bunch of hounds, the one in the center resembling Uggie.

_____

“Aww, they're all so cute. And they're... Sad.” Blitzo said next to a lady at a Hellhound adoption center.

“Maybe you could adopt this one here. Quite a strong lad, he'll be perfect for whatever work you want to use him for.” She says pointing to another hellhound.

Blitzo sets his sights on the dog he's recommended, but his look of excitement turns into disgust after seeing the hound's face.

“Ugh! No, I'm not looking for an ugly worker. I need something more uh family-friendly!

“A gift for the wife, huh? No problem. We have a nice selection of other hounds.” The woman says still deadpan as the two continue to walk, Blitzo stops for a moment at the cell in front of him.

“Hey, who's that?” Blitzo said pointing to the cell.

In the cell an angry teenage Loona was texting on her phone with a younger vicious hound holding a bat full of bloody nails, wanting Loona's phone.

“Oh, her? That's just Loona. What a nightmare.” The woman grimaces.

The younger hound is thrown against the cell bars. Loona pants furiously then crawls back in her space.

“Serious attitude problems. She'll be out of our hair next month when she ages out.” The woman tutes as Loona’s look of anger turns to sadness.

Loona scoots back over on her bench, holding herself and shedding tears.

“Good riddance if you ask me. She'll never amount to much of anything.” The woman grimaces as Blitzo stares sympathetically before flashing back to the present.

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“No. No, no, no, you can't have her! She's mine, and I love her!” Blitzo says pulling the pug close to her

The screens above the set flick "Awe?", the audience does as so as Stolas stares utterly confused.

“But, Mr. Ronnie, you gotta let me have the puppy. You just gotta!” The child actress begs before Blitzo hisses at her.

“Don't you touch her, you little anal fissure!” Blitzo yells as the audience begins to laugh, offending Blitzo “Oh, you think this is funny, assholes?!” Blitzo yells as he points to the child actor, who's trying to walk away from his outburst.

“She's not fit to be a mother! I saw her doing lines of coke in her dressing room!” Realizing how far off character he was, the producer sends his agents to try and deal with Blitzo.

“Now, uh... Ronnie. I think maybe you should–” An adult actress tries to say as she reaches for Uggie, but he smacks her off of him and the wig on her head before jumping in the crowd area.

“No! You can't have my baby, bitch!” As the agents corner Blitzo, he pulls out his pistol against them, with the screens above exclaiming "Oh, shit!"

“I'LL NEVER GET RID OF HER!” More people pile on top of Blitzo, and he shoots several of them in the head but is still trapped within the crowd.

“I'm coming, Blitzo! Excuse me! Would you mind?!” Stolas says tripping over someone

As Stolas tries to move through the crowd to save Blitzo, he is pushed back. Quickly he becomes fed up with this, so he pauses as he begins to revert to his large demonic form, black feathers begin to pop out of his skin, and the red-tinted glasses fall off as they are replaced with his real second set of eyes. But before he finishes a stray shot from Blitzo narrowly misses him taking him out of his focus.

It does however alert him to the several cameras surrounding making him groan. His eyes dart around the set as he tries to find an alternative way to help Blitzo before his eyes land on the water bottles in his arms.

He grabs one and punts it at an agent knocking him out, he gives a devilish grin as he begins throwing the acid-water-filled bottles at them with expert precision. However, he misses one shot and hits the producer causing the bottle to pop open. As the acid water spills all over him, burning his skin severely in turn it causes him to knock down the teleprompter, as it reads ‘Let it burn’ in red, lighting the stage on fire, and puts the lights out for a moment.

Stolas gets accidentally pushed back by the crowd, almost falling into one of the raging fires in the studio before Blitzo catches him by the arm.

“C’mon, let's go find our daughters!” He says determined, with his gun in hand, his pink shirt is ripped in half. An explosion bursts behind him highlighting his toned figure as Stolas blushes in response once again, before being dragged to the exit.

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Loona is still looking around until she halts at a staircase seeing a crying Octavia by herself. Octavia looks up to see a blue hue next to her, which is Loona reverting back into her normal form.

“Oh hi…” Octavia says wiping her tears.

“How did you find me? I don’t remember you ever getting my scent…” Octavia asks as Loons comes closer to her.

“Sinstagram. Nice pics by the way.” Loona says holding out her phone.

“Oh, thanks.” Octavia sniffles

You okay?” Loona asks sitting next to her.

“No! I just can't believe I was so stupid! I spent all day looking for a place where I could see the meteor showers. And all I get is... this!” She exclaims gesturing to the smoggy sky.

“Yeah, smog's a bitch.” Loona sighs as she attempts to light up a cigarette, but no flames come out. As she tries, Octavia snaps a flame for Loona's cigarette. Loona takes a puff before continuing.

“You know, your dad's really worried about you,” She says scooting closer to Octavia.

“Right! That's why you're here instead of him!” She scoffs.

“Octavia listen, I promise if he could be here he would be but—”.

“It's not that!” Octavia cries cutting Loona off.

They both stare at each other before Octavia turns her head in embarrassment, “Well it's not just that… He’s promised me for years that he’d take me to see Azathoth's tears but he’s been so busy with that imp and yelling at my uncle that he doesn't even remember!” Octavia sniffles.

“I mean, my mom isn't even in the house and she still remembered to go on a ‘girl's weekend’! This is the one thing I’ve been wanting to do with me and he forgot… and on top of all that he’s not even here to come get me!” She cried stuffing her head back into her knees.

There's a pause between the two for a moment before Loona sighs “Sometimes... sometimes it's not as simple as that. This kind of shit gets messy, and everybody's got issues, especially your dad right now. And sometimes people just fuck up! And that's okay, plus it doesn't mean he doesn't care!”.

“Well if he cares, then where is he?” Octavia asks lifting her head

“He's somewhere down there,” Loona says pointing down to the city.

“He's here?”

“Looking for you. I mean... try to cut your dad some slack.” Loona says as she finally gets her lighter to work. “He may not always get it right, but... he's trying.” She says looking at the lighter and fixating on the I.M.P logo on it, and gives a smile as she looks towards Octavia.

Octavia looks at her by surprise, until she notices a light shining on her face, she looks up to see the full moon as the smog clears up. As the two stare at the moon, Loona turns off her lighter before throwing her cigarette, and stands up for a few stretches.

“You ready to go?” Loona says extending her hand to Octavia, but instead, she gives her the grimoire.

“Yeah.”

Loona gives her hand to Octavia once more, which she grabs, Loona lightly ruffling her feathers as they walk out together.

Down near the ground, the Starstruck Studios building is still burning, while police cars are heard, Blitzo and Stolas are walking away. Blitzo looks at his phone on the maps app with a location titled ‘Not Topic’.

“Now, if we could just find where…” Before he could finish his sentence a red portal appears in front of them, where Loona exits.

“Loona!” he calls as Octavia exits the portal after her.

“Oh, Loona, my sweet baby girl! I'm so sorry, I'll never replace you no matter what you–” Before he can finish his sentence, Loona furiously kicks him in the groin as he winces in pain.

“You're good,” Loona says as Stolas painfully looks at Blitzo until he faces Octavia.

“Dad... I'm so sorry.” Stolas runs up to hug her, as he reverts to his demon form.

“Oh, I'm just relieved you're okay! But, what would possess you to do such a thing? You know I haven't taught you spells like this yet, you could have landed yourself somewhere worse than here!”

“Didn't think there was a place worse than here…” Loona said sarcastically.

“I just wanted to see the stars you promised to show me,” Octavia replied

“The stars?” Stolas gasped “Azathoth's tears! Oh, no. Oh, my dear sweet Via. I am so–” Octavia stops him as she hugs him.

“It's okay dad, I’m still a little upset but you're here now, and that's what matters!”

Stolas returns the hug to his daughter. Loona watches happily, before noticing Blitzo trying to hug her, and she sighs and lets him hug her which he does happily. She then notices a faint glow in the sky, she looks as fireworks light up the night. As she begins to record she also notices the burning building not too far away from them.

“The fucks that about?” She asks as she turns around.

“My acting career.” Blitzo sighs with a laugh as more fireworks take off in front of them, Stolas and Octavia look up in awe.

“Oh look at that one! Did you see that one?” Octavia says happily.

“Hm, now where the fuck are M n' M?” Blitzo asks as his phone buzzes.

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Millie is on her phone texting Blitzo, around the alley that she came from, the portal back to I.M.P Headquarters appears in front of her. Moxxie is carrying a heavy bag full of art paraphernalia.

“Geez, I never knew art could be so heavy! I mean, I would've never gotten around hell with a bag half the size of this!” Moxxie huffed.

Millie stepped into the portal, and before Moxxie could enter, he was stopped by another music salesman wanting to sell his CD's. Moxxie approaches to pay him for the demo, but Millie throws a knife and kills the salesman before Moxxie can pay him.

“March, mister!” She says throwing the C.D. to the ground.

Moxxie sighs as he begins walking toward the portal before Millie picks up and carries him effortlessly through, throwing the trophy bag behind her just before the portal closes.

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Okay quick rant it took me days to get this out because it wouldn't paste properly!

Anyway, I hated Loona in this ep, she is so abusive to Blitzo and I don't really get why?

Also I have a conspiracy theory that someone on the writing crew has beef with Moxxie's va or something because the ‘ha ha Moxxie fat’ jokes don't make sense. It's just not funny and I will never understand it!

Also I thought Stolas being sexual with Blitzo and him not reacting as if last season didn't happen was weird! So I hope this rewrite addresses the issues me and others had with this ep.

Also if you have anything to add or say please do! I really enjoy talking about my work with other people.

#anti stolas #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss rewrite

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