#*sighs heavily and opens a word doc*

[weebsinstash]

For real though I am lost in the Miguelverse rn bc the whole you know, concept and setting in general gives so much opportunity for so many different things and he's such a tasty intimidating juicy specimen of a man

Like for starters I keep flip-flopping between concepts of Reader being the Spider of their universe, BUT I also like the idea of Reader being an anomaly, because then you get that torturous pain of like... godDAMN the scene with Miguel and Miles on top of the train was hard to watch, you know? So take that and you've got Miguel trying his hardest to stop you and losing his temper and screaming at you that you're a mistake, you were never supposed to be here, all of those things, and then afterwards he has to try and put all your broken pieces back together after everything you had experienced completely breaks you, like you go from trying to escape him in Nueva York to just going limp in his hold and letting them take you into custody, constantly crying or being completely despodent and literally no longer caring about going home anymore because you feel trapped by being a Spider and feel like your choices are no longer your own. He didn't have any hard feelings against you but you have to follow the canon! And while he's you know keeping a watchful eye on you and making sure you don't kill yourself, he becomes a little too personally invested in your well being, making sure you've eaten, have you slept well, until he realizes too late that he's ATTACHED

Spinoff of this where he accidentally makes Reader kill themselves which also destroys their entire universe and like a few months later Miguel gets another ping in the system and, oh look a new Spiderman, not an anomaly this time, but still... you? Or, A you, maybe not THE same you he had known but, it just tears at his heart as he meets you again and youre so happy and bouncy and charismatic and he knows he has to keep you safe this time, that he cant let you completely fall apart this time. That's kind of getting your cake and eating it too huh? Having the first you be the anomaly and the second you is a true Spider who gets to deal with all his grief and obsession and guilt and all those feelings he never got to address or act on "the first time around"

Ideas of Reader not even being a Spider and just minding their own gd business and a disheveled Miguel from another universe who just lost his own version of you and hasn't slept for shit shows up all of a sudden and corners you because he just HAS to see and hear and touch you again and he's basically lost himself with grief

Ideas where Reader loses their home universe but instead of disappearing with it they just become an anomaly and now you're a Spider without a set destiny who technically shouldn't still exist and Miguel has to keep an eye on you as he watches you gradually sink deeper into the mire of grief and depression because, "does your life even have a purpose now?"

Story ideas where having a darling/obsession is a spidey canon event and Miguel thought he had already gone through his but he stumbles upon you and he starts losing it and getting real freaky obsessed with you and he doesn't exactly stop himself because he thinks it's normal and supposed to happen, and if you resist him in any way he won't let you get away because in his mind if he doesn't have you, not only will he completely fall apart, but what if it causes another universe to collapse?

Stories where you're a Spider and his "coworker" and you two have tension but respect each other and have never really acted on it and suddenly here's another Miguel who isn't quite nearly as reserved or shy as the first and suddenly "your original" has to 'defend his territory' as he knows enough about his own behavior to realize that this other version of him has his sights set on you and, well, your Miguel can't have that

Stories where having a kid is a canon event and Miguel realizes Reader is a grown woman who is actively avoiding relationships altogether and is also on birth control and he realizes "oh shit if she doesn't have a kid will she disappear?" And he's like trying to sabotage your attempts to stay single until eventually he decides, fuck it, maybe it's HIM who has to give you that baby. You know, just a little mating press and some noncon breeding that he swears is to save your life, it *definitely* isn't that he's totally crazy about you and this just gives him the excuse

You know just totally normal ideas about a totally normal totally sane dude

#yandere miguel o'hara #yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere spiderverse #*sighs heavily and opens a word doc* #atsv #sorry i keep forgetting to tag it for the person who asked me to

[winterzsurprise]

Thirty Minutes || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: After convincing Miguel to take a break from working, he generously granted you thirty minutes with him and you know how you'd spend it.

Words: 1.7k

Tags: NOT BETA READ, smut, rough sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, squirting, big dick Miguel, standing sex, deep penetration, fang play, office sex (i guess?)

This is so rushed but he just do things to me. He breathes and I start giggling and twirling my hair. I am so feral for him I'm sorry (not sorry). I swear I'll bring more flavor next time :''DD

forgor to note that the glasses part is heavily inspired by that one scene from a kdrama named "Business Proposal".

hermosa - beautiful || cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love

Being the leader of the inter-dimensional spider hub, it's expected for Miguel to be drowning with tasks and reports to analyze at any time of day. You accepted that fact when you started dating him on the down low.

You didn't care that he's busy since your time is also taken by fighting crimes and eventual missions. Plus, at the end of the day, the make up sex is godly.

But you find it hard to tolerate it when days and nights blurs without him leaving his office unless he needs to eat and use the bathroom.

Apparently, Jessica has held a few interventions for him with Peter B. and it failed every time. Miguel threw them out and threatened to shut Layla down if she didn't block their access to his office.

Passing by you in the lobby after another mission, Peter B. asked you with a stern look while Mayday babbled, mirroring the seriousness of her dad.

"Please do anything to get him to leave his office. I beg of you."

So after dinner where there's less activities and presence in the hub, you head straight to his office with barely a plan in mind. Clearly confident you'd make the man rest, even for fifteen minutes.

The hatch parts open and you are met by the image of him reading out a report in formal clothing and square glasses, sitting at the edge of the platform. He briefly looked up from the report before returning back to his task.

"Let me guess, Peter sent you here?"

"I heard they've already hosted a couple of interventions and rallies."

Miguel huffed, pitching the bridge of his nose. "Such a waste of time, they could have been in their home world watching over their cities."

"Come on, you know that they're just concerned about you."

"And you're here because you're also concerned?"

You laughed, webbing onto the ceiling and pulling yourself up to land beside him. “Are you really going to act this way, Miguel?”

Miguel didn’t respond, focusing on reading on the report about the paper Doc Ock variant found in Earth 2199 written by the Victorian Spider-Man. You settled on sitting next to him in silence after retracting your suit back.

His subtle glances on your skin tight shorts didn't go unnoticed but you ignored it in favor of 

You took the time to observe the man whose bulky body is covered in a simple  dress shirt with three buttons down and black pants that complemented the thickness of his thighs. The square glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose only added more flavor to his attire.

He's criminally dashing.

After being away for days to catch an anomaly and crime fighting in your own world, you couldn't ignore the simmering desire bubbling in your abdomen.

How could you not be when your darling looks like a five star Michelin meal in front of you?

Your attention seemed to bother Miguel, who let out a defeated sigh. “Alright, what do you want?”

“I just want to spend time with you, is that so bad?”

Miguel deadpanned at you, seemingly disturbed by the thought before putting the reports down and turning to face you fully with his arms crossed. His eyes scanned your form up and down, letting his head fall back before groaning.

“Alright, I’ll bite. You got thirty minutes.”

You grinned. "That's all I need."

He raised an eyebrow at that but before he could question it, you captured his lips with yours. As if the kiss was a droplet on the water, the ripples caused by the taste of his lips awakened the lust simmering in the pit of your stomach.

His hands found your hips and pulled you close until you rediscovered your rightful seat on his thighs. Rough and calloused touch sneaked past your top and crawled up to the swell of your breast.

Miguel pulled away, removing his glasses—quite erotically—before diving back to lose himself in your lips.

"Is this what you plan on using your thirty minutes for?"

"You know it'll last longer than thirty."

"I doubt that."

His words sent jolts of pleasure down your spine, igniting your nerve endings alight.

"Are you really going to fuck me in your office, boss?"

"Don't 'boss' me, hermosa and you know I'd spread you open no matter the location."

His hands unclasped the front of your bras and spared no time in covering your flesh with his. The rough texture of his palm rubbing against your firm nipples got you moaning, hips twisting in his thighs desperate for stimulation.

Pulling away, Miguel's lips fell to your throat, his tongue roamed the skin above your heartbeat that rose when his razor sharp teeth grazed your flesh, threatening to pierce. With the soft suckles on your neck and the rough massage on your mounds, you were a moaning mess, tugging helplessly on his hair and grinding pathetically on him.

"You're so desperate for me, mi amor. Did you miss me that much?"

"Shut up and just touch me, please."

He groaned, deep. "You sound so adorable when you beg, baby."

He quickly made work of your shirt, tossing it along with your bra before moving to tugging your shorts off. Your hands busies itself with his dress pants, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against your own and to feel the curve of his girth once more.

It didn't take long before you're both naked and bare to anyone who dares enter his chambers. A shrill excitement electrifies your skin at the thought of being caught, the riskiness of being discovered and seen being devoured by the man you love oddly arouses you further.

Though you're sure with how possessive he is, Miguel has already shut the gates to anyone till he's done with you.

But it was an interesting thought to have while his three of his fingers savagely thrusts in and out of your hole, the other hand grounding your hips made it impossible to escape the onslaught of pleasure after pleasure striking your nerves down, you screamed, clawing at his broad back as he fingered you open.

Miguel grunts. "Scream louder for me, mi vida. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

His thumb found your clit and started drawing figures of eight on them, the knot in your abdomen twists tighter as you climb towards your orgasm. There's a wet squelch building up to bounce in the chamber and you flush red yet Miguel took it as a compliment, increasing his speed and curling three fingers upwards more.

Your legs shook violently from where they stood beside his wide thighs before the knot unfurled and you came with a shout, trembling pathetically in his hold. The sudden onslaught of serene euphoria makes you light-headed and you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

He pulled away, choosing to be merciful and let your shaking figure settle down before continuing.

"You didn't squirt? What a shame."

"F-fuck you."

"Don't lie, cariño." There's a grin in his voice as he pulls you flush to him. "I know you like it when I leave you writhing pathetically."

Not sparing any second, he stands up and you wrap your arms around his neck, already sensing his plan as he reaches down to line the tip of dick with your sopping heat. The sensation of his girth so near your entrance re-igniting the suffocating arousal and desire in your body.

"And god, do I miss seeing you cock-drunk and shaking."

Plunging in deep, your mouth falls and you scream. The hilt of his girth grazing your uterus along with the burn of the stretch sparking every nerve endings alight. The familiar feeling of his cock reminding your hole who it belongs to made you feel dizzy, it was too much but it feels so good.

His thrusts are unforgiving, rattling your soul every time his hips collide with yours, leaving you breathless and moaning unintelligible words. His fangs digs into the crook of your neck as he pants and groans into your skin.

The sensation of your pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest sends electric shocks down your spine, adding onto your quick climb to your high.

You could barely make out the Spanish words he's whispering like a prayer, mind fogged with nothing but the pure nirvana he was handing to you. 

"Fuck, you feel so good for me. Always so sweet and tight for me, yeah?"

"Yes yes yes…!"

One of his hands grabbed hold of your jaw, forcing you to meet his dark red eyes. "You're not leaving this fucking room until I'm done with you, understand?"

You nod vigorously, wanting nothing but to please him enough to reward you with another orgasm. His lips found your neck once more, nibbling on your skin and teasingly dragging his fangs in his conquest to mark you, which shook you from your stupor, pushing his head away.

"No-not too much. It'll show."

Miguel's eyebrow raised, unfazed. "And?"

"T-they'll find out."

He scoffed. "I don't fucking care. Let them know who fuck you well and bare."

Angling his hips, he grazes a spot and you cry before the next plunge hits it, your legs began to shake around him with every thrust. Tears blurred your vision as pleasure invaded your very being, it didn't take long before you burst in his arms, your arousal painting his clenched stomach.

"That's it. Give it to me."

Ramping his speed, you howled. Pain started to mix with euphoria but you couldn't stop, it's not enough to satiate your famished soul. 

"F-fuck…! I-I don't think I can a-anymore."

You squealed at the sharp stinging pain left by his hand on your clit. "You will and I'll make sure of it."

Palming your bead more gently than his savage thrusts, he tightened the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter until it exploded and splattered once more unto his glistening abs, legs writhing helplessly in the air.

With the unbearable tightness of your velvet walls around his dick, Miguel soon followed. Hot liquid arousal painting your insides white with every pulse of his dick. You groaned at the familiar feeling of fullness before wincing at the pain of overstimulation.

Slapping his back, you whined. "I'm so fucking sore and you'll make me walk out by myself. How fucking cruel of you."

Miguel grumbled, catching his breath as he sat you both down on the floor.

"Who said you're leaving, cariño?"

#miguel o'hara x reader one shot #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman smut #spiderman fics #marvel smut #marvel fics

[vminizzle]

Doctor Jeon

pairing : doctor!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff, ©

warnings : !CRINGY ASF! really bad description of medical stuff, pet names, make out, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie

ft. bestfriend!jimin

words count : 2.8k

A/N : DING DONG! I WROTE THIS LATE LAST NIGHT. Just TRASH! I Just wanted to post something BUT kinda regretting rn, I’m really sorry😭 Istg this is my worst fic. ( I’m not gonna beg for feedbacks this time, I’m so ashamed. I think I’ll definitely think about deleting it or not later.) anyways, love you guys!!

M RATED

“it’s ridiculous!” you exclaimed throwing your arms up dramatically.

“no it’s not!” your best friend sighed heavily, rolling his eyes at your behavior.

Well, you were talking about a “personal” issue with your best friend and let’s say it seemed useless.

"I’m a guy and i really don’t know how women’s body works.” Jimin said shrugging before grabbing a magazine on your nightstand, laying himself comfortably on your bed.

“I’m not gonna see a doctor just for that!” you crossed your arms over your chest challenging, dropping on the armchair behind you.

“that’s so…ughh..I don’t even know what to say.” you whisper-yelled to your best friend in the waiting room.

"C'mon consider it as a check-up." he suggested.

A lady approached you both, looking down at you.

“Miss, it’s your turn in a few minutes.” she smiled politely before going back to her desk.

Jimin nodded making you turned toward him abruptly.

"there is no way I’m going in there… let’s go home.”

“stop acting like a child y/n.” he scolded putting his hands on his hips as he stood up.

“First of all, this is a man doctor, a male!” you accentuated on your words standing up too.

“and?”

You opened your eyes wide as if he insulted you.

“and?! i don’t even know him, it’s gonna be so embarrassing. what am i gonna tell him? «hi doctor i think I have a problem with my boobs »” you mimicked your best friend putting your hands on your hips too.

”well, actually you may know him and, I think you won’t have to say it twice.“ he smirked before chuckling as he looked behind you.

"what?” you turned around only to be met with-

“good afternoon Doc.’” Jimin greeted him playfully.

“good afternoon Jimin.” he grinned.

“and y/n- I mean Mrs. y/l/n.” he smiled pushing the door open wider for you to come inside his office.

“good afternoon.” you said embarrassed, lowering your head.

Jimin laughed quietly pushing you inside as you glared at him.

“I’ll be waiting for you outside.” he informed before kissing your cheek.

You panicked as you watched your best friend walk away, leaving you alone.

why? why? why?

“you can sit." the doctor chuckled as he stared at your frozen figure standing near the chair.

“So, may I know what’s wrong Mrs. y/l/n?” he asked after you sat down.

“you know you can call me by your name… wait! no no no! I mean by my! my name!” you panicked looking away.

Jungkook had to bite back a laugh.

He cleared his throat before talking again.

“then, you can call me by my name too, y/n.”

ughh why is he like that? you groaned internally.

“so y/n, tell me. What’s the matter with you?”

“well hmm.” you started hesitantly.

how the fuck am I supposed to say that.

“y'know that’s my job. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” he said genuinely.

this boy.

“well, i think … I have a problem with.. with y'know.” you played with your fingers awkwardly.

“my.” you looked down.

“your?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow up.

“argh my breasts.” you sighed closing your eyes.

“see. you did it. wasn’t too difficult.” he smiled teasingly.

“Jungkook..that’s not funny.” you furrowed your eyebrows, your cheeks burning with embarrassment making him laugh cutely.

“c'mon y/n, don’t act like we’re strangers.”

“I’m not acting.” you lowered your head.

It went silent for a good minute before Jungkook decided to talk again.

“so hmm…how have you been since?” he started softly.

“good i guess. Jimin missed you.” you answered.

And this bitch didn’t tell you about Jungkook’s comeback. you thought frustrated.

“what about you?” he bit his lip expectantly.

Your heart stopped, thinking about your high school years.

Jungkook and you were so in love, you shared a lot of things together, you did a lot of things together, but you refused dating him since he had to go oversea for his studies.

You were scared of distant relationships.

A lot of stupid scenarios playing in your head, afraid that he would have cheated on you or other ridiculous stuff, even if you knew he wouldn’t had done that.

Not lying to yourself, you knew that deep down, your feelings were still present and unfortunately, they were strong.

He was your first love.

And he’s the only one.

Jungkook looked much more mature than he already was before. He was muscular now, his white coat hugging his biceps so well, his new hairstyle suited him perfectly, his tattoos complimented his hands so well, and his smile, the same bunny smile you fell in love with years ago.. he was just ethereal.

You gulped before answering.

“me too.”

Jungkook smiled happily, his ears turning red.

“i missed you too.”

You stared at each other for awhile before grimacing at a sudden pain.

“are you okay?” he asked concerned.

“well, I came here for a reason, doc’.” you sighed.

He rubbed his temples “yea that’s right. Tell me what’s wrong with your boo- breasts. I mean breasts!” you rolled your eyes before hesitating.

“too late to be shy princess.”

The nickname. The fucking nickname.

It made you feel some type of ways but you cleared your throat before talking.

“it has been some days now since they started hurting.” you looked down.

“How exactly? Can you describe the pain more?” He asked as he started typing things on his keyboard.

“I don’t really know how to describe it. I feel weird. It’s kind of not burning but y’know it’s like when you get hit somewhere sensitive.”

Jungkook hummed “a throbbing pain? A sensation of numbness?”

You nodded as he got up, rolling his sleeves up revealing his tattooed forearms.

goddamn. how to breath again?

“Come over here please.” he gestured toward the examination table.

“can you take your blouse off?” He said as you sat.

“sorry? what? no.” you gasped making Jungkook laugh.

”y/n, can I check to know what’s wrong?”

You covered your embarrassed face before whining “I’m sorry, I just.. sorry.”

Jungkook put his hands on your shoulders, bending down to whisper in your ear.

“it’s not like I’ve never seen you shirtless.”

Your heart picking up the pace, the memories coming back.

“So?” He asked expectantly making you sigh as you started unbuttoning your blouse slowly.

Jungkook gulped, eyes following your hands down until you took it off completely.

He cleared his throat, his heart beating too fast for his liking.

“May I?“ he lifted his hand in front of you.

You nodded shyly letting him place his big hand slowly on your covered breast.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling the same sensation you felt some years ago.

You shuttered your eyes tightly. On his side, Jungkook swallowed hard, his fingers gentle on the side of your breast.

“ok I’m gonna push lightly at some places and you’ll tell me where it hurts, yea?” you nodded looking at his beautiful hand on your skin.

stop y/n.

Jungkook dig two fingers in the soft flesh of your boob at your right side. You winced a little, not only because of the slight pain but the way his fingers on your skin made goosebumps raised on you.

You hated the way your body reacted to his touches. But he noticed it too, making him smile a little.

”Can you remove your bra please?“ You gasped as you opened your mouth wide.

“no there is no way I’m doing that Jungkook.”

He sighed still smiling “y/n, I’m here to help you and do my job.”

You groaned throwing your head back, revealing your cleavage more, his eyes couldn’t help, the view too tempting to not look.

His hands went to your sides stroking them softly.

“y/n look, I’m not forcing you. Just wanted to check if you had any bruise or anything.”

You didn’t know how but a sudden wave of confidence hit you.

“you remember how to do it?”

You looked at him in his eyes, taking a deep breath before pulling him by the collar of his shirt, his lips too tempting to be kissed.

“can I?”

Jungkook kissed you immediately, sucking gently on your bottom lip making you moan.

“I missed you so much.” he said putting his forehead on yours, thumbs caressing your cheekbones.

“I missed you so much too.”

Jungkook spread your legs making room for him as he step inbetween them, grabbing your chin closing the gap between you two.

You folded your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair as you pulled him down to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

His hands have found their way on your bare thighs, his thumbs brushing against the smooth skin.

Your heart started pounding as he grabbed you by your hips pulling you closer to him.

He pulled away from the kiss, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.

“you’re so beautiful. you didn’t change at all, just got prettier.” he said licking his lips.

“can say the same to you.” you muttered.

His hands were still on your thighs, fingers drawing little random patterns.

Heart beating faster, you hesitantly grabbed one of his hand dragging it up slowly to the hem of your skirt. You needed him right now. You missed him way too much to not take the opportunity to have him touch you again.

Jungkook looked at you astonished, his eyes darkening as you continued sliding his hand up under your skirt.

He bit his bottom lip, hand gripping at the flesh ”are you sure?“

You nodded letting go of his wrist.

His hand got higher, reaching the hem of your panties. He caressed your lightly covered core gently with his fingertips making you gasp softly.

Jungkook’s lips found your neck, peppering little kisses on the smooth skin.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging at the locks.

“Jungkook.“ you whimpered as you felt his fingers tug on your panties.

“can I take these off?“

”please yes.” you looked at him mouth ajar as your thoughts ran wild into your head.

He slid the underwear down your legs as he crouched down.

Past your ankles, he stood up slowly, putting the panties in his blouse pocket.

He came back between your thighs, his fingers went on your skin caressing their way under your skirt, he started teasingly sliding two fingers up and down your core.

You sighed, furrowing your eyebrows as his touches made you weak.

You felt one of his finger poke at your entrance before entering you slowly.

”f-fuck Jungkook.”

He smiled satisfied, the way his name dripped from your tongue made blood rush down there.

The tightness of his pants getting uncomfortable.

He added another finger, going in and out slowly.

When he felt you tighten around his fingers, he pulled them away, lifting them up to his mouth before sucking them clean.

”ew.” you whined disgusted. “now why would you do that?”

“and why?!“ you groaned frustrated as you felt your high fading.

”why? I want you to cum around me baby.” he whispered before unbuckling his belt impatiently.

Jungkook pulled his pants and boxer down at once, freeing his painful erection from its confinement.

”f-fuck.“ he groaned.

”look what you did. You made me hard fuck.“ he breathed out.

You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you.

He held his cock in his hand, pumping it a few times before positioning himself at your entrance.

He rub the head of his cock teasingly between your glistening lips before slapping it on your throbbing clit making you whimpered loudly.

“Jungkook please!”

He put his hand over your mouth silencing you.

“shh. baby you’ll have to stay quiet, hm?“

You nodded eagerly making him smirk.

”You ready?“ he whispered as he started penetrate you.

“yes.” you breathed out.

Jungkook entered you slowly, making you threw your head back. He waited for you, to check if you’re still fine. Looking at any sign of discomfort before continuing.

”you can m-move.”

He started moving, going in and out of you slowly, feeling your warmth.

You felt every inch of his cock, the vein on the side rubbing against your wall.

“you feel so good around me baby.. so good fuck.”

He shifted a bit, adjusting himself as he grabbed one of your thigh higher.

The angle helped him hit deeper, brushing your g-spot making you cried out softly, your hands clenching at his shirt.

”I c-can’t.” you whimpered, feeling your orgasm approaching.

”are you near princess?“ he asked as he sucked softly on your neck, decorating the soft skin with red little marks.

You nodded, tears threatening to fall.

Jungkook’s hand travelled down between your bodies, finding your bud of nerves rubbing little circles on it to add stimulation.

The touches were enough to push you over the edge of your climax.

”Jungkook I’m gonna-”

He kissed you, holding your cheek gently.

You let the tears slid down your cheeks as you came around him.

It felt too good, the pleasure too overwhelming.

The way your walls convulsed around him made him feel dizzy.

”ahh sh- fuck.” he groaned burying his head into the crook of your neck.

He couldn’t hold on any longer as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim, your velvety walls still clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.

You let your head dropped on his chest breathlessly, his hand coming up on your head, stroking your hair gently.

”I love you y/n.”

You looked up at him smiling shyly.

“I love you too koo.”

”I missed you so much. Really. I’ve thought about you a lot when I was in Canada..” he said breathlessly as he wiped your tears away.

“you’ve never called me.” you rolled your eyes sniffing.

”please let’s talk about all that later.“ he sighed deeply.

Jungkook pulled out slowly making you hiss, feeling the warm fluid dripping out of you. He went to grab some tissues at his desk, helping cleaning you up, then the table.

”when was the last time you were on your period?“ he asked out of nowhere.

“what?“ you asked confused.

”I mean, for the consultation. I need to know.” he replied.

“Oh yea. hmm, it was last month if I remember correctly, 3 weeks?”

”Can I still check? you didn’t take your bra off. Or you rather tell me if there is any-”

”y-yea, go on.” you cleared your voice.

After checking if there were any bruises or anything abnormal, he helped you getting dressed.

”well, nothing too bad. It’s on hormone levels.” he started.

“you probably know that a few days before your period starts, both breasts can swell and become tender, painful. During the menstrual cycle, various hormones cause changes in breast tissue that can lead to pain or discomfort in some women.” he continued, making some gestures with his hands as he explained.

“(ok guys, I’ll just stop here because I don’t want to say bullshit lmao, pls act like I did write an amazing explanation or something like that please. I’m sorry.) *But if it hurts more than usual, you will have to come back but like I told you it’s due to your period that starts soon.” he finished before tapping your thigh softly.

He helped you down the examination table, your legs a bit shaky. You walked to his desk, then sat on the chair facing him.

”I’ll prescribe you some pain killer.” he said writing down on a sheet.

“Is your phone number still the same?“

”yes.“ you replied instantly.

Jungkook took his phone, tapping on the screen. You heard your phone vibrating, signaling that you got a message.

Obviously, it’s from him, you thought before you rolled your eyes.

You took it ouf of your bag but before you could see what he texted you, he snatched it from your hands.

”yo what the-“

“aw you still have my number after all these years.” he smiled staring at the screen.

“and the nickname… it’s still the same..”

Your cheeks burned up as you got up trying to take it back.

“C’mon give it back Jungkook!”

He gave it back to you before getting up.

“here.” he handed you the prescription sheet.

“thanks.”

“I’m just doing my job.” he smiled playfully.

“do you have sex with all your patients doctor Jeon?” you raised an eyebrow making him roll his eyes.

“nah just my soon-to-be girlfriend.” he replied cheekily.

You smiled before slapping his arm “idiot.”

“wait. Can I have my panties back?” you asked as you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, taking the underwear out of his pocket lifting it up.

“these? hm I’ll give it back to you tonight princess.” he smirked.

“I’m not gonna walk out of here without my panties Jungkook.” you exclaimed.

“oh you’ll have to, love.” he opened the door pushing you gently outside.

“you don’t have the right to do that!” you whisper-yelled to him.

“bye, see you tonight.” he smiled maliciously, gesturing his next patient to come inside his office.

“wait Jungkook no-”

“sorry i have a patient.” he shrugged before closing the door.

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A/N : i really want to apologize for this. I don’t know what it is 💀 pls forgive me guys.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, soldier, medic, and spy

↳ warnings: mentions of surgery and alcohol

↳ song: runaround sue—dion

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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He’s such a doofus. It takes him at least a month to pick up on it

• The entire time you’re flirting or making moves on him, he’ll jokingly reciprocate it under the impression that you’re just joshing around

• It takes one of the other team members approaching him for the mercenary to realize what was actually going on

• “Son.” Engineer had sighed as he stood in the doorway to Scout’s very messy room, “You do realize they like you?”

• Scout’s very dismissive and red faced about it

• “What? Psh. Stop messing with me, Engie. Don't you have sentries to build or somethin’?”

• The second Engineer leaves, he’s practically tearing up his room in a tirade of emotions

• Overthinks the past few months with you way too much. Practically wears a spot into the floor from all the nervous pacing he does

• In the end, Scout confronts you to ask you out

• Tries to be formal, but we all saw how that turned out with Miss Pauling. Eventually just gives up on trying to be suave— and not succeeding —to blurt out what he’s thinking

• “So, uh, yeah. I’m not so. Er. Good at this sappy stuff, but there’s a Tom Jones museum I think we could go check out. Together.” Scout pauses, accent only getting thicker with worry, “Alone. Y’know?”

• Over the moon when you say yes. All nerves dissipate and are immediately replaced with a cross between a smug and relieved victory

• If you look close enough at his ears, they’re a little pink

𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫

• If he hasn’t known you for long, Soldier will actually just chalk your actions up to being a communist spy

• A very exasperated Demoman had to get Miss Pauling to bring in heavily classified paperwork on you just to prove to him you weren’t a commie

• “Very well maggot! I’ll believe you— for now! Sleep with one eye open!” Soldier had barked, slamming down your file on the dining room table as a tired Pauling watched. You noted that the papers were upside down, and you doubt he even read them. Or that he could read

• He’s very blunt with everything. Words, actions, emotions, etc. Doesn’t understand why other people can’t just do the same. It would make conversation so much easier to him

• So he’s not oblivious to your attention per se. Just very curious, I suppose

• It takes maybe less than two weeks after the Communist Incident, as Demo had dubbed it, for him to corner you

• “Maggot! Do you find me attractive?” He demanded

• You’d been eating breakfast at the time, and almost choked to death on your laughter at the question

• “Short answer, yes.” You gasped through wheezy laughter, the volume only increasing at the frown on Soldiers face. “Follow up question; is that really how you just asked if I had a crush on you?”

• Nods and booms back that he thinks you’re also easy on the eyes. Proposes the idea of doing a training course with you sometime. Breaks out into a crooked grin when you accept

• “Excellent! I expect you up at oh five hundred for the course tomorrow!” He saluted you, which was Soldier equivalent to a bone crushing hug of respect

• You returned it, and missed the way his eyes crinkled with happiness behind the brim of his helmet

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Always so consumed in his work that he probably just ends up finding out from Archemedies

• The birds had always been allowed to rest on your shoulder while he performed risqué experiments on you, acting as a distraction from the feeling of someone sifting around in your guts

• I guess the dove had picked up on one too many looks you’d tossed the ex-doctors way

• To this day, no one can understand how the two of them can communicate, but one thing leads to another and suddenly Medic is looming in your doorframe silently

• “What’s up, doc?” You’d greeted him with a Bug’s Bunny quote and a grin. Medics lips only twitched up slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose

• “A little bird told me zhat someone has a crush, ja?” He barreled right into the topic, leaving no room for you to prepare for the sudden accusation. Medics scrutinizing gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced in the direction of his lab, no doubt silently cursing Archemedies

• “No need to fear, freund.” He unclasped his gloved hands from behind his back and approached you. “I simply am here to offer you a deal.”

• Turns out the deal was a chance talk over cheap beer in his office. Pretty rare, considering how much of his time Medic chose to dedicate to work

• “I’ll take it.” You shook his hand, briefly noting how large it seemed even when compared to you

• “Vunderbar, mein schatz.” Medic smiled gently, leaving you to wonder what he had just said

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• There is no hiding when it comes to this French fuck

• Spy immediately picks up on every glance. Every chance of avoided eye contact and unnecessary clearing of a throat

• Suddenly he seems to be a lot more talkative towards you than normal. Hanging out by your side at gatherings rather than a dark corner with cigarette smoke curling around his head

• Fleeting touches slowly begin to sprinkle themselves in between conversation. A hand on the shoulder here, and a brief touch to the pulse point there

• The first time he did the latter, he noticed how fast your heart was beating and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle

• If he was nicer, Spy would definitely take action and approach your first. In fact, sometimes he almost finds himself wanting to

• But the man knows how people work. If you truly wanted to pursue him, you would come around eventually. No point in making rash decisions. He was a patient man, after all

• A small part of his ego preened at the thought of making you work for it

• And come around you did eventually did

• Finds himself opening the door to his smoking room one late night only to be met with the image of a very frazzled looking you

• You rush out something about a date too fast for his ears to catch. Spy is simply too busy letting his eyes roam over your casual cloathing and slight fidgeting. The crooning of an old French record plays from behind him as he blinks down at you

• “Would you like to come in?” He finally sighs out, opening the door a little wider in the form of an invitation

• By the time you manage to get inside, you notice he already had a wine glass set out for you

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 x y/n #scout #scout x reader #scout x you #scout x y/n #soldier #soldier x reader #soldier x you #soldier x y/n #medic #medic x reader #medic x you #medic x y/n #spy #spy x reader #spy x you #spy x y/n #x reader #headcanons

[kissditrio]

When DILFS collide.

PART 1.

3K WORDS

WARNING NSFW.

cw: Dirty talk, daddy kink?, mentions of “puppy” in sexual context (being called puppy), bondage, kinda sub Toji for a sec, desperation, mentions of bimbo, unprotected sex, begging.

First time writing here’s part 1 of full fic bc it got lots of love, tank u guys enjoy! 🦇

Miguel spent most of his time putting away anomalies. Most of them being villains spiderman or spidermen? Would commonly fight.

Doc Oc, Prowlers’ , even green goblins. Sometimes having to call for backup even if he really didn’t want to. Dragging them back to HQ and sending them home. It was somewhat easy, very tiring but nothing new.

But as he stared at the large man with a bulky frame maybe just a inch or two below him, he really thought he finally saw it all.

“You don’t belong here.” Miguel growled at the man.

Finally webbing his ankles together because, holy fuck could this guy move quick. He accepted his defeat. He gave a hearty chuckle and stuck out his lip towards Miguel.

“Not g’na take me to dinner now are ya?” He sneered. The scar on his lip turned upward into a crooked smile. Miguel scowled and opened a portal.

You had been working at the Spider HQ for just over 7 months. Miguel considered you one of the best amongst them. Not because you guys would fuck like catholic rabbits, but because you were an amazing spider. You were in Miguel’s “office” because you liked being in there, the control room everyone would walk in but his office was a little reserved and spacious so you could finally sit in silence. You shut your eyes as you leaned back into his wheeled chair with cushions so soft you wonder how Miguel hasn't been caught sleeping in here.

“HAHAHAHAAA-“ you jumped up.

Miguel’s office door swung open, and he was carrying an awfully large man who was laughing as if he was piss drunk.

“Spider society, you kids are really crazy about Halloween huh?” The man snorted.

Miguel dropped him down and made his way over to you and his desk.

“Move.” He tiredly demanded.

Understanding he’s just having a day you quietly move out of his way for him to sit and type away at his computer.

“Wow, kicking a lady out of her chair, no manners. Cant even be a fuckin’ man eh?” The man snapped out his laughing delirium.

You looked at this guy as he sat on the floor, he looked at you. Somewhat short hair that was black as could be, it stopped middle of his neck, on the taller side, tired eyes, and a noticeable scar on his lip. With a a devilishly mischievous smile.

“You want a fuckin’ photo or something?” He furrowed his brows, and spat on the floor.

You look away sheepishly and mutter an apology before walking back over to Miguel.

“Who’s he?” You ask sweetly.

“No fuckin’ manners, fuckin’ hell.” The man hisses.

“M’ right fuckin’ here ya know?” He grumbles.

“You’re worse than that ‘merc with a mouth’ please shut up.” Miguel sighs. The man rolls his eyes at him, and halts while doing so. You and Miguel could both see a lightbulb form in his head.

“My god is so sensitive tough guy.” He chuffed. He smiled and looked around “mm I wonder if it’s just as easy to make you yell as it is for me to get under your skin. Or maybe under the sui-“

Miguel webs his mouth shut, and sighs heavily. Rolling his shoulders as he rubbed his face.

“I don’t know.” He frowned. “Found him, got another problem to add into to the list of the multiverse almost-“

“Almost collapsing I know.” You rub his tense frame.

“Take a breather Miggie, you’re not going through a storm with a cloud overhead.” He sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Ay, I know.” He rolls his eyes and moves slowly towards the door.

“I’m gonna go ask a few spiders for their opinion, and about where he’s from. Watch him and do not let him go.” He warns a finger at you.

You nodded enthusiastically and even did a silly little “attention” posture. Making him smile, oh how you loved his tired smile. He shut the door. You walked over to the man again and leaned down.

“Here sorry about him shushing you, but I’ll get this off since I know it’s probably really uncomfortable.” You say with a smile. You avoid making direct eye contact not to be rude but because fuck. He’s really hot.

You peel off Miguel’s web carefully so as to not add another scar on his face.

“There we go.” You smile hard under your mask.

“My name is y/n.” You gave a small wave.

The man looked at you for a bit.

“Toji.”

“Toji?”

“That would be it, yes.” He gruffed.

“Nice to meet you To-“

“Could you make it less obvious about you fucking your baby daddy tho? Fuckin’ A’ practically garglin’ his balls infront of my fuckin’ face.” He spat.

Your heart thumped really loud at the vulgar words.

“I- we- I just-“

“aht aht, don’t get all shy now, miss spider." he smiled as he tried to reach towards you but ah, his hands also tied.

Mmmm. He sighed.

“Wanna let me out of these baby? I promise I’ll behave.” He gave a fake doe eye look.

“No, Spider-2099-“

“Miguel?” He scoffs.

You swallowed.

“Yes Miguel, said I can’t let you go because-“

“Is he your daddy or something?” He chuckles. Your face is so hot had you not been wearing your mask he would’ve laughed harder.

You turned around and stomped towards Miguel’s chair and sat. Angrily turning it around.

“Aww puppy don’t be so mean. I’m just having as much fun as a tied up man can.” He whined.

You ignored. He gave a heavy ass sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Some shit daddy you got, if I was fucking you, you wouldn’t be this goddamn shy bout sex. I’d have you trained.” He smiled, eyeing you for a reaction.

You turned the chair back around and squinted your eyes. Which he could see.

“I’m not your little fuck toy, Toji.” You spoke through gritted teeth. God forbid you bit down any harder they would’ve cracked.

“Mmm baby don’t say that, g’na hurt my feelings. G’na make me cry, wanna make me cry?” He faux whines.

“YES!” You shouted.

Wow both you and Miguel have such a short fuse. Maybe that’s why you guys work. Here he thought you’d be a sweetheart. Well you were but he likes bringing out the worst in people.

He’s got you right where he wants you. He laughs at you.

“You gonna come and shut me up? Web my mouth closed?” He starts smiling with teeth.

“I just might if you don’t shut the fuck up.” You started to huff.

“Such a naughty little thing, bratty too.” He groaned and stifled out a moan. You were marching towards him each step heavier and angrier than the last.

“If you even think-“ you pointed a finger before you looked down. He was sitting so you could see him squirming but you also saw… a bulge. It was big. And painfully obvious. Now you shouldn’t be so thrown off right now, you’re trying to set a point.

“Mmm have I finally got your attention like you do mine?” He asks. You open your mouth and can’t seem to form a sentence or stop staring at it. It was throbbing in his loosely fitting pants. And you could see every bit of it.

“My god so fucking cock hungry eh?” He smiles. “Never seen a real cock before mmm?” He scoots closer to you. Your eyes stay trained on it, why can’t you look away?? It’s not like you’re new, you’ve seen Miguel’s and he was more than enough. So why are you aroused?? You suck in your bottom lip and grab a breath as Toji leans his face closer to you.

Toji smiles up at you, and lays his head against your thigh while you stand.

“Cmonnn baby.” He plants a kiss on the inner part of your thigh.

“Untie me. I gotta fuck you. You see how badly I want to no? I can’t fake that.” He moans into your suit.

You tap your foot and chew your lip anxiously. You look at the wall clock then at the room's door.

“Just… one little.” You hold up a finger.

“Mhm yeah- fuck just one little quickie puppy. You can tie me back up after.” he’s kissing your clothed thigh. You curse yourself. You should not be this aroused, let alone be giving into fucking. However you and Miguel hadn’t done it in a while because you’re both so busy, and too tired when you really do want too, sooooo you swallow your pride; sigh and remove the strings attaching his hands and ankles together.

“O-okay” you said shakely. “Now listen I can still we-“

He grabs you by your wrists and slams you into the desk, moaning into your neck and rubbing his clothed erection against your cunt.

Holy fuck he’s quick. You yelp a bit before he wraps a hand around your neck, you try pushing him off, which he just takes this time to tear your mask off.

Oh that’s a no no.

You’re already fucking a villian and you let him see you? Fuck Miguel is gonna be so upset.

“Such a pretty face.” Staring at you with hungry eyes.

“Take this fuckin suit off fa’ me.” He moans into your ear. He steps back giving you the room, you obediently push yourself up and reach for the smaller lining in the back, peeling your suit off. Toji eyed your every move your body made, groaning softly when your boobs spilled out in your tight ass laced bra, your hips too. But your fuckin waist oh he could grip it and fuck you day in and out. Now only standing in your undergarments he smiled wide.

“Fuck me.” He stared at you making you shy, face heated. He was palming himself while eye fucking you like you weren’t standing in front of him, truly a shameless man. He walked over to the other side of the desk and sat in the chair and tapped his hand against the desk for you to sit as well.

“We have to hurry.” you whisper afraid of someone hearing you.

“Hmmm” he paused before your clothed cunt. He spread your legs, eyeing your pussy through the black fabric that was covering it. Leaning in and taking a deep inhale.

Fucking pervert.

You moaned softly which made the hair on his neck stand up, he rolled his eyes into the back of his head before putting his mouth over your whole heat, my god he made you feel little. He moaned against your panties and flicked his tongue around, inhaling and exhaling just as deep as he touched himself. He pulls back and uses one finger to peel your panties off.

“Wow.” He gives a wolf smile. Staring drunk at your bare cunt. You go to shut your legs in embarrassment, which makes him smack the fat of your thigh and pry them back open.

He gets close again, sticking his tongue out before licking one stride down from your clit to your slit, making you choke out a moan.

“Hurry up!” You demand.

He keeps his tongue barely moving over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He scowls at you.

God dammit I can’t believe myself.

“F-fuck, please mister, please touch me.” You whimper out. He smiles and obliges. He rolls out the fatter bit of his tongue against your clit moaning every so often to keep it stimulated, one of his fingers goes towards your hole slipping in pretty easily as embarrassing as you care to admit. He rolls his tongue over the nerve over and over again, not letting up, causing a stream of gentle moans to come out of you, you tangle your fingers in the raven-hair and roll your hips. He dug his other hand into the fat of your hips and pumped up to two fingers. He begins sucking on your clit violently and you begin to squirm. You thrash around a bit moaning louder than you imagined.

“Fuck fuck fuck!!” You gasped out, rolling your hips more, feeling this little knot feeling build in your tummy. You pressed your pussy impossibly closer to his face which he indulged. Moaning as he pumped his fingers in and out and he began to curl them up towards that little soft spot of yours.

It made your toes curl, and you formed an “o” shape with your mouth as your legs began to shake. Your orgasm was literally gonna crash into you.

“I’m gonna- oh fuck- I’m gonna cum Toji.” You whined eagerly.

“Ple-please lemme cum on your tongue Toji, I wanna make a mess.” You babbled, brain already fogging which made him laugh, he stopped sucking and slapped your pussy ramming his fingers in and out of you, before sucking on the bud again. He moaned cheekyly, encouraging you to go over the edge. The knot finally snapped, making you almost scream and your thighs clamp around his head and legs shook into a halt. You laid there in ecstasy. Sighing trying to pull yourself together.

Toji flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your bra off, going back to attack your clit. You squirmed and tried pushing him off which clearly upset him since he landed a hard slap on your ass.

“I didn’t fuckin’ say to move you little bimbo, keep the fuck still or I won’t fuck ya.” He warned through his teeth. He licked at your puffy pussy again before bringing his cock out, giving it long strokes throwing his head back. You whined.

You peeked behind you. It was definitely big, between him and Miguel you weren’t sure but his balls looked so heavy. So full. It made you clench around nothing.

He moaned and pushed his tip at your entrance. Collecting your juices on his cock as he pumped himself slowly groaning with each pump. You whine and bucked your hips back as you try to turn around fully. He smacks the other cheek just as hard, and holds your neck down forcing you to look forward. He leans down once more.

“Keep. Still.” And he meant it.

“Please Toji please.” You begged. He smacks you again making you shed a tear.

He smacks his cock against your soaking entrance thrusting between your folds and moaning against the shell of your ear.

“Toji?” He questions like the name was alien to him.

You say something so barely above a whisper he moves his hand from the back of your neck to you jaw clenching it tightly.

“Say it again.” He growls.

You sniffle, “daddy-“

Toji smiles.

“Such a good lil bimbo fa’ me, fuck.” He pushes his tip at your entrance again, letting it slip in a bit and you squeeze around it. You’re suffocating him, he inhales sharply. You’d taken Miguel plenty of times but usually you were a lot more prepared, Miguel took his time with you, and worshiped you. Toji just made you slick enough so his dick wouldn’t burn sliding in. And you fucking loved it. To be used like you meant nothing, just a cock sleeve, it made you whine more.

He pushed his tip further in earning a sharp moan from you. He continues pushing and stretching his way rudely into you. Taking off his shirt as he finally bottoms out, you let out a slutty cry.

“Fa-fyuck yes. Oh my god.” You drooled.

Toji threw his head back and laughed.

“Oh fuck you’re a trip puppy, g’na make sure I pump this pussy full before I leave yeah?” In which you nodded. By now you had adjusted to his size so Toji got to moving. He started off a bit slow, but as you gripped into the desk he pushed your legs further apart and bullied his cock into you.

“Ffffuckin’ hell.” He rasped into your ear, pressing his chest down against your back. You arch a bit trying to get as much of him as you can swallow into your little cunt.

“Fuck yes!” Your eyes rolled. “Oh my gosh mister please keep going keep touching me, fuck use me, use me Toji!” You babbled desperately. He hooked onto your hip dips and rammed into you like a man starved of physical touch.

“FUCK!” He shouted, he wrapped his hand around the front of your neck this time and began squeezing. Depriving you of air every few seconds which just added to the light headed feeling you were already experiencing.

“Mmm fuck how does daddy’s cock feel, better than that brooding ass fuck Miguel.” He taunts.

“Dun say that.” You moan.

“Mmm you’re drenching my cock and practicing tryna fuck onto me puppy. Clearly he ain’t fuckin’ you right, but don’t worry.” Smacking your ass several times until they stung.

“Daddy’s home.” He drills into you and you feel that knot coming back, one orgasm pulled from you yet you felt so overstimulated, this was so new and so good. It was so exciting. You clamped around Toji desperately like some bitch in heat.

“Fuck mister m’gunna.” You whined.

“Yeah?” He taunted. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back again just to slide in as easily and hammer into you, either knee over his shoulder.

“FUCKKK!” The both of you shouted in union. He was angling you to where he’d hammer into you g-spot and brush your cervix with a soft kiss each time. Too much.

“M’ cummin Toji oh my gosh I’m gonna cum I can’t anymore.” You cried, chanting his name like a ritual was happening.

“Go on puppy, cum, make a fuckin mess on my cock yeah?” He slapped you and leaned to moan against your ear. You dug your nails down his back making his cock twitch inside of you.

“Oh fuck..” you both moaned staring into each others eyes.

“Fuck- make a mess of me daddy p-please- make-.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You halted.

And turned.

Miguel…

To be continued?….

©Kissditrio <3

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel x reader #toji jjk #miguel astv

[star-girl69]

Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eight- So Blue

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Grace has always felt a bit like a chasm, like some big empty space that could never be filled. Like a canyon, carved out by tears and loss.

That’s what Grace was made out of- loss. Emptiness, open space.

She had traveled across the stars, scene space with her own eyes, the deepness, the darkness, the nothingness.

But she has always had her niece to fill it, her plants, the wonder of Pandora to study. She had her school, once, and she feels the loss of it, she carries it on her heart, like a scar.

She knows loss, and she knows that if her niece is gone now- lost forever to the forest, it’s another scar on her heart. She can’t take another scar, especially not one like that.

So, she stands, closes her eyes and pretends. She places her on the top of the link pod, pretends that her niece is still here, her sister. She waits for the link pod to open up, for her to come back.

“He’s- he’s coming back-” Max stutters, standing behind her with a screen in his hand. At first, she can’t even hear him, not over the sound of her aloneness. “Jake. He’s- he’s in alpha-”

“Oh, shit,” she mumbles, taking the flashlight someone hands her, waist for the click of the pod, the swoosh of it opening. Metallic and robotic.

She places her hand on his face, tries not to look at Y/N’s still pod.

“Jake. Jake!” his eyes open, slowly, barely, like he’s been pulled from a fire and the smoke burned him. “Come on back, come on. That’s it.” She lightly taps his face, shakes his head while he opens his eyes wide, works his jaw. “Y/N,” she whispers, as soon as he can give her a coherent answer.

People come forward, help him sit up, and he lets them. He groans heavily, and she can’t help but let a smile cross her face, before he breaks into a grin.

“Y/N,” she repeats, the most important thing. “The avatars? Are they safe?”

He grins wide and nods, breathing heavily.

“Yeah, Doc. And you are not gonna believe where I am,” he smirks.

Before Grace can question him, grab him by the collar and demand answers, another sound rings the air. Another link pod- the only other one is use- opens.

And everything else fades away, because why does she need the literal world when she has her figurative one?

—-

“Okay, let’s run through them again.”

You and Jake rush through the link room, already running late, and you sigh as Grace shoved her screen in front of Jake’s face again. You glimpse at the picture of Mo’at, and Jake sucks in air.

“Mo’at. Dragon lady.”

“Tsahìk,” you hiss.

A moment of silence as the next picture shines on the screen- “Eytucan.”

“Eytukan!”

“Yes,” Grace smiles, “Eytukan. He’s the clan leader. But she’s the spiritual leader. Like a shaman.”

Grace brushes past you, hitting a few buttons on the link pod screen. Jake climbs in, shaking his head at your helping hands.

“T’su’tey,” he says at the next picture.

“Tsu’tey,” Grace corrects.

“Tsu’tey,” he repeats.

“He’ll be the next clan leader.” She flicks the screen, and Jake takes it from her, and you can’t help but smile at the picture on it.

“Neytiri.”

Grace nods. “She’ll become the next tsahìk. They become a mated pair.”

Jake glances from you to the screen, before decidedly looking at neither.

“So who’s this Eywa?”

“Who’s Eywa?” Norm practically screeches, disbelief coating his words. He raises his hands, “only their deity. Their goddess, made up of all living things. Everything they know!” he shrugs. “You’d know this if you had any training whatsoever.”

“Who’s got a date with the chiefs daughter?”

Grace scoffs. “Neytiri, if anything, hates your guts. She loves Y/N, Jake. That’s why all of this works. It’s because of Y/N.”

—-

“You are late.”

Mo’at’s voice is not a surprise, per say, but you still flinch. You stop and turn to her, where she stands pointedly, head tilted.

Jake’s eyes widen, but you ignore him.

It’s because of Y/N, is what Grace had said. And you trusted Grace, so she had to be right, yes?

You chuckle nervously, but her eyes are still fixed on Jake. Accusingly. She knows you, yes, however rudimentary, but she doesn’t know Jake at all.

“She is downstairs,” Mo’at says with a flick of her hand. You know who she means, her name unspoken in the air. “Go.”

—-

“You are not a dream,” Neytiri whispers, right into your ear. Her hands cover your eyes, and you jump back into her with a yelp, but she only lets out a laugh.

You smile, the novelty of all this, grabbing her by the wrists and letting yourself see again. Her hands slide back over your shoulders, down your back, until she is in front of you.

She stares at you, for just a moment, making sure it’s not a dream.

“Come,” she beckons, eyes shifting wearily to Jake.

You follow, but Jake falters. Neytiri pays it no mind, continuing down, but you turn and beckon him forward. You smile, trying to lighten the mood, get some of him back, and he barely returns it.

“You saved my life,” you repeat, even though you’re sure he knows it. He laughs, shoulder inches away from yours.

“I know,” he smiles, a little cocky, a little more like himself.

“Let it get to your head, Sully. It’s the last time I’ll ever say it.”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he mumbles, and he seems more alive as the two of you step out into the sun, feel the air in your lungs.

Pandora air is different, you want to tell him, you want to talk to him, but you don’t.

—-

“Easy, boy,” Jake mutters, hands resting soothingly on the pal’i’s side.

“Pale is female.” Neytiri says, deadpan. She cares not for the dreamwalker. She doesn’t.

He intrigues her, yes, but what is that? She is allowed to be curious.

Besides, there is a duality in this moment. She loves Y/N, she loves being with her, but she hates teaching.

There is a duality to what she feels for Jake. He mesmerizes her. He carries his home planet with him, subtle human mannerisms that Y/N never did. She was always Pandoran, Neytiri felt. Always Na���vi, no matter her height, no matter what color painted her soft skin.

She speaks soothingly in Na’vi to the horse, resisting the urge to abandon this all together and spend the day talking with her best friend.

“Okay,” Jake recovers. “Easy, girl.”

The pal’i shuffles, braying, clearly uncomfortable. Perhaps she can smell the human on him, Neytiri muses.

He climbs on, and Y/N steps forward, closer to her, and Neytiri wants to signal the horse to go and be alone with her.

She spent all of last night trailing her fingers over her friends new face, memorizing it. She admired the way the clothes of The People contrasted against her blueness.

She remembers a human thing. To be blue means to be sad, no?

But as she pulled her friends head to her chest, moved her arms to wrap them around her, wrapped her own arms around her human. She covered herself in blue, practically suffocated in her friend, and she had never felt happier.

Jake pats the pal’is neck, and Neytiri withdraws herself from Y/N’s presence, back to the moment.

She slowly hands the horse’s tsaheylu to Jake, who takes it in one hand, reaching behind himself for his own braid.

He stares at the tendrils for a second, before his eyes look past her, to Y/N.

“Still haven’t gotten used to it,” he jokes. Neytiri’s eyes narrow. She keeps forgetting that they have a life outside of this. That they have other bodies, miles and miles away.

She can imagine her friend’s sweet smile.

“You’ll get used to it,” she says, and Neytiri is sick of all of it. Of teaching, of Seeing, of everything. She just wants it to be how it was.

He jerks his arm forward, letting the tendrils intertwine. The pal’i kicks, tries to run away from it, but Neytiri whispers a few more words and keeps it there.

Jake’s eyes are wide, pupils blown, and maybe it’s something about his pure fascination- but she thinks she might like teaching.

“That is shahaylu. The bond. Feel her. Feel her heartbeat. Her breath. Feel her strong legs.”

Jake let’s out a breath, mouth twisting into a large smile.

“You may tell her what to do,” she points to her head, “inside. For now,” she backs up, and in a moment of weakness, curiosity, she lets her hands brush along his leg. He feels like Y/N. Like fire. Like burning, but it burns good. “say where to go.”

He wastes no time, barely even taking a breath before shouting, “forward!”

And he does do forward, but he did not have the right grip, and as the horse moves forward he keeps getting stuck on the air.

Y/N moves next to her, shoulders bumping, fire on fire, burning so good.

He falls, like she expected, off the back of the pal’i and landing straight onto the ground.

She laughs, laughs more when she hears her friends laugh after so many years. It’s sounds the same as it did in her human body.

Neytiri runs past him, covered in mud and on the ground, to catch the pal’i while Y/N tries to offer him one hand, the other trying to hide her laugh.

Then, she hears them, the unmistakeable sound of pal’i running through the forest and into the clearing, riders on their backs. She knows who is is. Tsu’tey, and one of his friends she can never remember the name of.

Jake stands without Y/N’s help, brushing the mud off of his chest and stomach while Tsu’tey slows to a stop.

“Y/N,” he greets, not quite warmly, but Tsu’tey is not known for his kindness. He is known for his skills as a hunter, a warrior. He can be whatever he wants, because he will be the next Olo’eykan. His eyes cut to Jake; venomous. “You should go away.”

“No, you’d miss me,” Jake retorts.

Neytiri makes her way back over to them, wary. She knows he will not hurt Y/N. He loved Grace, and he loved her niece. But his hatred for humans grows by the day, and who’s to say he won’t hurt Jake? Hurt Y/N in the crossfire?

Tsu’tey scoffs, but turns to her.

“This alien will learn nothing… a rock Sees more… look at him!” Jake picks a piece of mud from his mouth, and Y/N cringes.

Neytiri only smiles, pats the back of his horse. The two retreat, and Neytiri is left with two dreamwalkers and a pal’i. And a fire inside of her that yearns for its similars.

—-

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Day 15: Emotional Damage ➢prompt: new scars ➢character: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw ➢warnings: mentions of the crash, scars, PTSD, description of injuries ➢word count: 1.1k

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There was a thin layer of sweat over his body as he tossed and turned. He couldn’t shut his mind off, the constant loop of what happened that fateful day in the sky. Goose tried to shake himself out of it, shaking his head as quiet whimpers left his mouth. 

“We’re going down Mav!”

“Goose, I can’t control it!” 

“We’re going to burn in!” 

“Eject! Goose, eject!” 

Goose shot up with a start, panting heavily. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness of the bedroom. He felt tears running down his cheeks at the memory of that day. Even though it had been nearly six months ago, it still felt like it happened yesterday. He winced as he put a hand to the side of his face, his fingers running down the jagged skin. He looked over at his wife, Y/N, who was still fast asleep. Goose took a deep breath, before carefully getting out of bed. He walked down the hallway to the bathroom, stopping to peak in on Bradley for a second. He flicked on the light, and looked at the curtain covering the bathroom mirror. 

Goose had somehow managed to survive the crash. He hit his head hard on the canopy, causing him to crack his head open, and break his eye socket. They had to do surgery to fix it, he had a metal plate inserted in his face to fix the socket. The doctors did the best they could to make sure there was minimal scarring, but he had two jagged scars that ran down the side of his face. The first time Goose had ever seen himself in the mirror, he grew angry and punched the mirror in the bathroom of his hospital room. Y/N had gone home after that and covered all the mirrors, and Goose never said anything about it. 

He turned the faucet on, running some cool water, before splashing it on his overheated skin. Y/N turned in her bed, reaching out for her husband, but sat up realizing he wasn’t next to her. She looked around the room, and noticed their bedroom door was open. She rubbed her eyes as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbing her robe, and heading to go find him. Y/N frowned seeing the light on from under the bathroom door. She knocked softly on the door, resting her hand on it, waiting for Goose to open it. 

“Come in,” He said softly, and Y/N pushed the door open. He was staring at the curtain covering the mirror. 

“You okay?” Y/N asked, shutting the door behind her. 

“Nightmare,” He said, and looked back down at the running water over his hands, “Thought the doc said these new meds were supposed to help with that shit. I’m sleeping more, but I get more nightmares because of it.” 

“He said they’d help you sleep, nothing about the nightmares. Have you told Doctor Carver about the nightmares?” Goose winced at the mention of his therapist. The navy had him going to see a therapist to help with the PTSD from the accident. It wasn’t that Goose hated Doctor Carver, it was that he hated the idea of therapy in general. Growing up, he was always told that therapy was a negative thing, you only go if you’re crazy or cheating on your spouse. He refused to go at first, but after one particular bad nightmare where he woke up in complete terror and had lashed out at Y/N, he knew he had to go. 

“I told him, he said it’s just something I have to work through,” Goose sighed and turned the water off, grabbing the hand towel and drying his hands. His brown eyes looked back up at the curtain, “You never said why you hung all these curtains up?” 

“Oh,” Y/N said, and looked down at her bare feet, “I just thought. . . you know vanity is such a vain thing sometimes. I realized I was spending a lot of time looking at-” Y/N jumped as Goose reached up and pulled the curtain down with a loud thud. She prepared for him to grow angry and lash out at the mirror again, but instead, he just stared at himself, “Goose?” 

He didn’t say anything as he just looked at himself, looked at the scars that sat on his face. He remembered what his mother said when she came to visit after the accident: 

“That’s a face a mother will never forget.” 

But Goose wanted to forget about this face. He always thought of himself as a handsome person. He had gotten girls in high school and at the academy. Hot girls, girls who deserved to be on the cover of playboy or on billboards. Goose could remember all the comments he had gotten when he would go to the beach during tech school. All comments on how good looking he was. But looking at himself now in the mirror, he felt ugly. The scars on his once handsome face made him feel ugly. 

“I hate myself,” Goose said, and Y/N looked up at him, “I hate this!” He yelled. 

“Why?” Y/N asked. 

“Look at my fucking face, Y/N!” He pointed at the scars. 

“I am, Nick. I look at your face every single day,” She pushed herself away from the door, and grabbed his face in her hands. He closed her eyes as she gently ran her fingers over his scars, “And I still see that handsome man I met at that cafe in Maryland. I see the man who sang a Ray Charles song very loudly in the middle of a bar to ask me out. I see the man who proposed to me and dropped the ring down the sewer. I see the man who gave me the most beautiful child I could ask for. I see the man who survived, and came back to us alive.” 

“I am not the same-” 

“You are,” Y/N said, cutting him off, “You are still Nicholas James Bradshaw. You are still my Goose. I don’t care how you look. I didn’t marry you because you have a pretty face. I married you because you have a beautiful heart.” 

Goose let out a sob, and Y/N pulled him into his arms. She shushed him and rubbed his back as he cried. Y/N lifted his face from her shoulder, and looked at him. She leaned up and placed a kiss on both the scars on his face, before kissing his lips. 

“You will always be perfect to me.”

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Love With Tragedy

This is my first fic, please bare with me 😭😭😭 I’M SO SORRY IF IT’S HORRIBLE!!!! I wrote this on a google doc and copy and pasted it to Tumblr sooooooo......

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Eddie Munson! x Henderson!Fem Reader!

Warnings!!: Light Smut so 18+ only!! (Kissing, pussy eating, fingering, hickeys) Hell of a lot of angst, L-Bombs, Fem pronouns used, Y/N is used quite a lot... I’M SORRY. If you read this (Which I’m not expecting anyone to) please tell me if I missed anything!!!! Not proofread. Way to lazy to go through and do that. I’m not a good writer so go easy on me.....

Word Count: 9,880

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Y/N Henderson. Dustin Henderson’s older sister. She just went to work, did her cheer for the school and stayed home. She was a part of the whole mall thing that happened last year. She got dragged into it by Dustin when she went to the mall with him and got trapped with him, Steve, Robin, and Erica. She’s had to go to therapy because of it. She couldn’t get the things she witnessed out of her mind. She had nightmares all the time because of it. She never saw Dustin anymore. He was always at school or doing things with his friends. Now that he was a part of the Hellfire Club, she saw him maybe once a week. She loved him, obviously, but she just missed having him around. It was late at night. She needed to pick Dustin up. She was supposed to be at the assembly, but she didn’t want to go. She sighed and stood up. She grabbed her car keys and drove to the school. They were having a club meeting or something that night. She got to the school, parked, and got out of the car. She leaned against the back of it and saw tons of people walking out of the school. She waited and saw a group of kids shouting and cheering. She smiled a little. She knew Dustin was in the group. It took him 15 minutes to say his goodbyes and walk over. He snatched the car keys from her.

“Ah, ah,” She held her hand out. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Oh come on! Just this once!” “I’m not leaving and you can stand here in front of your friends embarrassing yourself.” “You’re so mean.” He gives her keys back.

“That’s what I thought.” Flicks his nose.

An older kid in his group with long curly black hair was staring at the interaction. She glanced at him for a moment. He looked familiar to her. They drive home and she turns in for the night.

She was running. Running fast. Loud growls and screeches sounded through her ears. She was running towards a doorway. An open doorway. Dustin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, Will, Lucas, Robin, El, Max, Hopper, Joyce. All of them were standing there. They were calling out to her. She looked over her shoulder and gasped. It was chasing her. She started running faster. Distorted screaming. Her feet hurt. She couldn’t breathe. She tripped. She fell to the ground with a loud thud and groaned. She flipped around and turned backwards. It was getting up to her. Its long limb thing snaked out and grabbed her foot. It started pulling her. It was pulling fast. She screamed. She flipped around on her stomach and saw the group running towards her.

“Dustin!!!!”

And it went dark.

She shot up in bed and breathed heavily. She panted and ran a hand through her hair. She slowly calmed down and let out a shaky breath. She rubbed her hands over her face and sniffled. She laid back down and stared at the ceiling. She heard a voice.

“Y/N……” Ominous ticking. A clock? She got up and walked out of her room. She gasped. She was back in the mall. Only it was…. Destroyed. She walked over to a bright red light in the middle of the rubble. She ran her hand through it. It felt weird. She heard the ticking again. She looked to her left and saw a huge grandfather clock. It was cracked. She walked closer to it. She got a sick feeling. She felt something wrap around her foot. She looked down and didn’t see anything. She still felt it. She gasped heavily suddenly. She was back in her room. She was standing next to her bed. She started crying. She sank to the floor and sobbed into her hands.

The next day, she was home watching the news. A Hawkins High student found dead. In the Munson’s Trailer. Munson. That sounded familiar to her. She shook it off. Later into the day, the door swung open and Dustin ran in with Max.

“We have to go. Come on!” “What?” She looked at him.

“This is a life or death matter, come on!” “Uhm, okay.” She followed him outside and saw Steve’s car. Steve and Robin were inside it. She got in with the other two. Max was squished in the back with her and Dustin.

“So, where are we going?” “We’re finding Eddie.” Dustin said.

“Eddie?” “Eddie Munson.” The name clicked.

“Oh, the leader of that club thing you’re in?” “It’s a D&D club. How many times do I have to explain this?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot. But, wasn’t some kid just found dead at the Munson’s trailer?”

“Yeah, and they think Eddie did it.”

“I know, Eddie. He wouldn’t do this. He’s a sweet guy. He helped me a lot in Biology Junior year.”

“Yeah, we know he didn’t do it.” Dustin mumbled.

They drove further into the woods to a house. He wasn’t in the house, but there was a cabin type thing in the back. They walked in and looked around. She saw Steve grab a boat oar and start jabbing it into a tarp that was in the boat.

“What are you doing?” Dustin gasped. “What are you doing?” “He might be in here.” Steve exclaimed.

“So take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.”

Floorboards creaked under their feet and they looked around more. Max spoke up. “Hey, look over here.” She rifled through some food wrappers. “Someone was here.” “Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.”

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.”

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering that everyone in this room has nearly died a thousand times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-” Suddenly the tarp flew up and Steve was slammed up against the wall. It was Eddie. He was holding a broken beer bottle to Steve’s throat. Y/N gasped loudly.

“Eddie! Eddie!” He looked at Dustin.

“It's me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve! He’s not gonna hurt you, right Steve?” “Right. Yeah.” “Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?”

Steve dropped the oar and Eddie pushed the bottle more against Steve’s throat.

“He's cool! He’s cool!”

“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie’s voice sounded scared.

“We’re looking for you.”

He looked at Y/N and she gave him an encouraging smile.

“We’re here to help.” Robin interjected.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band!” Robin made trumpet noises and made a hand signal. “This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D.” She just waves. “And my sister! Y/N, you’ve met her.”

“Remember? Mrs Janice in Biology last year?” Eddie just nodded.

“Eddie, we’re on your side. I swear on my mother!”

“Hey, woah, heh, what? Look, I know he didn’t do anything, but that’s a little far.” Y/N interjected.

“Right guys?”

“Yes, Yes. We swear.”

“O-On, Dustin’s mother.”

“On my mother.” Y/N sighed.

“Yeah, Dustin’s….. Dustin’s mother.”

Eddie let’s go of Steve after a few seconds. He sits on the floor. Dustin approaches him.

“Eddie….. We just want to talk.”

Dustin tries to take the broken bottle, but Eddie yanks it back. Robin kneeled down next to them.

“You won’t believe me…” His voice cracked.

Max shrugged.

“Try us.”

Eddie looked at her weird.

(Few minutes later)

“Her body, just, like lifted up into the air and, uh….. And she just like, hung there. In the air. And her bones, uh…… her bones started to snap. Her eyes man, it was like, it was like there was something inside her head, like pulling. I didn’t know what to do, so I just….. Ran away. I left her there. You all think I’m crazy, don’t you?” “No, we don’t think you’re crazy at all-”

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max said.

“We believe you.”

Eddie exhales.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you, might be a little….. Difficult to take.”

“Uh, okay.”

Y/N nervously chewed on her lip.

“You know how people say Hawkins is….. Cursed?” Eddie looks at him. “They’re not….. Way off.” Y/N lets out a shaky breath. “There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes, it bleeds into ours.” “Like ghosts and shit?”

“There are some things worse than ghosts.”

“There are monsters from this other world….. We thought they were gone. But, they’ve come back before. And that’s why we needed to find you.” “If they’re back again, we need to know.”

“That night, did you see anything?”

“Dark particles maybe?”

Eddie shook his head.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.” “No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh…. or touch.” Eddie swallowed hard. “You know I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she…. She was in a trance or something.” “Like a spell.” “Or a curse.” “Vecna’s Curse.” “Whos’ Vecna?”

“An undead creature of great power.” “A spell caster.” “A dark wizard.”

Y/N gulped nervously. Robin gave Y/N a piece of gum to distract her. After explaining more, Dustin stood up.

“Y/N, you’re staying here with him until further notice. We will leave a walkie. The rest of us are going to try and figure out what the hell is going on.” Dustin pointed at her.

Y/N nodded. Eddie was still huddled against the wall.

“I’m gonna go to the store. Just buy some things to tide us over for a little while.” Y/N mumbled.

“Okay, we’ll drop you off at home so you can get your car.” Dustin said.

“You cool being alone for a little bit, Eddie?” Robin asked.

He just nodded. They all left. Y/N changed out of her cheer uniform before leaving. She drove to the store and bought a bunch of things. Bottles of water, Yoo Hoo’s, different types of cereal, etc. She drove back up to the cabin, making sure to hide her car. She grabbed all the bags, struggled a little and walked to the cabin. She managed to get the door open.

“Hey, Eddie, it’s me…” She kept her voice kinda quiet.

She set the bags down on a table and saw him asleep in the boat. She put stuff in the fridge there and left the rest on the table. She yawned and sat down on the ground. She took her shoes off and pulled her Hawkin’s jacket on. It was freezing. She curled up on the floor and fell asleep pretty fast. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a nightmare that night. She woke up the next morning. She was woken up by footsteps. She froze and peeked an eye open. She let out a breath. It was just Eddie raiding the food. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning. Eddie jumped a little and looked at her.

“So, what is one of Hawkin’s High’s beloved cheerleaders doing all wrapped up in this?”

“No good morning?”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Good morning.”

Y/N smiled at him.

“It’s a long story.”

“Believe me, I have time.”

Y/N sighs.

“Well, the whole fire in the mall was just a cover up. There were actually evil Russian scientists under the mall trying to get to the other world. The upside down as we call it because it’s our world, but….. Upside down. Giant monster destroyed the mall. We killed it. It almost killed me, fun fact.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Man, I kinda just said that very casually didn’t I?” “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, we killed it. Lost a few people. Uhm, yeah. Not to mention the girl that we rely on that has super powers, but those went bye bye and she lives in California now, sooooo.”

His eyebrows just stayed up and he looked even more confused.

“I’m sure Dustin and Steve will explain better whenever they come back.”

They went quiet and heard car doors shut. They both shot up. Eddie ran to the window, looking outside it. He didn’t see anyone.

“Shit….” They calmed down until the door opened. They both freaked out and Y/N grabbed a pipe off the floor. Dustin and the group walked in.

“Delivery Service!” Dustin was holding a few bags.

Y/N let out a breath and put the pipe down.

(A few minutes later) Eddie was sitting in the boat, scarfing down a box of honeycomb and drinking a bottle of Yoo Hoo.

“So we got uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?” “Bad news first, always.” Some cereal fell out of his mouth.

“All right, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” “Like, 100% kind of convinced.”

Eddie looked scared.

“And the good news?” “Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But, if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do, too, and once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?”

“Exactly.” “Shit.”

“So before that happens, we find Venca, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all Dustin, that’s all?”

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.” “Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have a….. A few times, and…. And I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but the bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.” Robin rambled.

“We usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so….” Steve mumbled “So we’re technically in more of the--” Dustin cut himself off. “Kinda….” “Brainstorming phase.” Max blurted out.

“Brainstorming!” Steve snaps his fingers.

“There…. There’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin sputters.

Steve scoffs and nods. Suddenly there were police sirens. Everyone started to freak out.

“Tarp! Tarp, tarp!” Eddie got under the tarp and everyone else looked out the windows. Soon, the others in the group left to go see what was happening. Y/N stayed behind with Eddie. She was doodling on a piece of paper.

“So, what kinda music do you listen to?” Eddie looked at her from the boat.

“Oh, uh, nothing you would be into.” Y/N mumbled.

“Hmm, like, give me a general description.”

She pulls a cassette player and headphones out of the bag Dustin brought. She rifled through a few tapes and chose My Girl. She put it in and handed him the headphones. He put them on and she pressed play. She continued doodling on the paper while he listened to it. The song ended and he took the headphones off.

“That’s kinda what I expected.” She smiled.

“Yeah, I’m pretty easy to figure out.”

“It’s not really my thing, but impressive you found a tape of this song.” He handed the headphones and tape back.

“I have more older songs. All in this bag.”

He took the bag and looked inside it.

“Some newer stuff, too.”

He inspected the tapes. He picked one up and grinned. She read it and her eyes went wide. Eddie My Love.

“Damnit, I told him not to put that one in there!”

He snatched the player and headphones and started playing the song. He had a stupid smile on his face the whole time. She hid her face in embarrassment. When the song stopped he took the headphones off.

“Well, this has got to be awkward for you.”

“Yes, it’s very awkward.”

He finishes rifling through them and hands the bag and player back. She stood up.

“I’m gonna go for a walk and try and find something to liven up this place. It’s getting boring.”

He looked like he was starting to panic.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. I’m just gonna go find some flowers or something.” “What would you even put them in?” “Uh…..” Looks around and picks up an empty Yoo Hoo bottle. “Fill it with water from the lake.”

“Okay, whatever, just don’t be long.”

“I won’t.” She walks outside and starts down a path. She remembers the exact direction she goes. She picks a few flowers and some extras. She fills the bottle with water from the lake and walks back to the cabin. She puts them on the table.

“Tah da!” Eddie just looks at them. She frowns.

“You could at least pretend to like them.”

He just puts on a fake smile. She sighs, shakes her head, and sits back down on the floor to continue doodling on the piece of paper. Eddie frowns. She puts the headphones on and turns on a song. She could feel him staring at her. She glanced up at him a few times before pausing the song. She grabbed the walkie.

“Dustin?”

He took a second to respond. “Yeah?” “Is mom at work?” “Yeah, why?” “Because Eddie needs a shower. I can smell him from here.” “Hey!” Eddie exclaimed.

“She’s doing a book club after work with her lady friends. She shouldn’t be home until late. Just be careful.”

“We will.” She stands up.

“Come on. We gotta get there quick.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

They get in her car and he lays down in the back so people don’t see him. They stopped by his trailer first, luckily it wasn’t a crime scene so he could get a few changes of clothes. His uncle wasn’t there. They got to her house and they quickly got him inside without anyone seeing him. She showed him the bathroom and sat outside of it so she could hear if her mom came home early. She passed him some clothes and he walked out, his curly hair still wet. She probably stared a bit too long. She got up and quickly went into the bathroom. Eddie grinned at her flusteredness. She showered and heard him walk into her room. She let out a breath of relief. She didn’t need him looking around the house. She got out of the shower and pulled her clothes on. Mom jeans, and a green sleeveless cable net sweater vest. She hung her towel up and walked into her room. Eddie was looking through her bookshelf. She sat down at her vanity and started drying her hair. When she was finished, Eddie finally said something.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you upset earlier. I know you were just trying to be positive.” “It’s fine.” She put hand cream on. “Doesn’t matter.”

Eddie just decided to stay quiet. They soon left and went back to the cabin.

(2 weeks later)

Y/N and Eddie had gotten closer. Like way closer. Always laughing at something and making fun of each other. Y/N couldn’t help the feelings she started to develop for him. He was funny and charming. She had met plenty of charming men, but he was different. Those other men were loud, rough, and always trying to show her off. Eddie was different. He wasn’t pushy. He was gentle. He actually made her laugh. Today was already going well because he had agreed to let her put little flowers she found in his hair. His hair was thick enough that they would all stay in his hair. She was smiling and put the last one in.

“Ta da!” She put the small hand held mirror in front of him.

He smiled at himself in the mirror.

“I do look quite adorable.”

She adjusted a few and clapped her hands together.

“Dustin never let me do stuff like this to him.”

“Well, he’s missing out.” She giggled. It got later at night. She was sitting outside on the shoreline with Eddie. No one was on the lake so they were taking the opportunity to sit outside. Now that Y/N has kinda been “missing”, she was believed to be taken by Eddie. All according to Dustin. She had brought the tape player out and unplugged the headphones so they could both hear the songs. Eddie had grown a liking to the gentle love songs. He was still very much a metal head, but he didn’t have any of his music. Y/N was laying on the sand, looking up at the stars. At Last by Etta James started playing. Eddie stood up and held his hand out.

“Dance, m’lady?”

She smiled and blushed. She took his hand and he showed her how to slow dance.

“Eddie Munson knows how to slow dance?”

He laughed a little.

“Mmm, surprisingly yes.”

She laid her cheek on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was a little caught by surprise, but hugged his arms around her waist. The song ended, and she was about to pull away, but Eddie pulled her in tighter. She gulped nervously. He tipped his head back to look at her and she looked at him. His eyes glanced at her lips a few times before she suddenly kissed him. He instantly kissed her back and cupped her face in his hands. The kiss got deeper and his arms went around her. He laid her down on the sand and got on top of her. They kissed more. She felt the bulge in his pants and moaned a little. He picked her up, along with the player and carried her back inside the boathouse. He laid her down in the boat and got back on top of her. He kissed down her neck and she moaned. “Eddie…..”

“Jesus, I’ve wanted this for weeks.” He kissed back up to her lips.

She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him back passionately. They suddenly stopped when they heard cars. Eddie got off her quickly and looked out the windows. “We need to get the boat out.”

They got the boat out and started rowing it. They got to the middle of the lake and Eddie started to try and turn on the engine. He let out strings of curses and hit it a few times. Y/N looked over and saw two familiar people swimming towards them. Jason and Patrick. “Uh, Eddie…?” Eddie looked up and started cursing more. He rowed faster. Jason was gaining on them quickly, but stopped when Patrick stopped. He was yelling something at Patrick and started swimming again. He turned to Patrick again and they all let out screams. Patrick was thrown into the air.

“Not again!” Eddie backed up to the end of the boat she was at and she held onto him.

His bones snapped, making him look disfigured.

“We gotta jump.” Eddie whispered.

“What?”

“Into the water!”

Eddie got up and dove in. Y/N stood up and made eye contact with Jason.

“Y/N?”

She looked at Eddie. “I’ll catch you, just jump.”

Jason was starting to get on the boat. She jumped and Eddie, truth to his word, caught her. He started swimming surprisingly fast while carrying her. Jason was just staring at her in disbelief. She buried her face in his neck and they eventually got to the shoreline. Eddie was still carrying her. Neither of them could afford either of them lagging behind. They heard distant sirens, but were too far out for anyone to find them. They stopped at Skull Rock. Eddie set her down and she sagged against the rock.

“I’m gonna be wanted by the police now. Not just for being missing.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You never should’ve been dragged into this shit. It’s your shit head little brother. It’s his fault.”

“Dustin didn’t know this would happen. We can’t be mad at him.”

She shivered a little. He took his leather jacket off and gave it to her. She put it on and hugged it around her. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

“There’s a construction site not too far from here. In the morning I’ll see if I can get one of the worker’s walkies so we can try and contact Dustin.”

She nodded and sat down on the ground, pulling her knees up against her chest.

“Get some rest. You need it.”

She just stared at the ground.

“Y/N.” She looked up at him.

“Go to sleep. At least try. We’re not gonna be any help if we’re sleep deprived.” He sat down next to her.

She just nodded. He didn’t know if it was appropriate to comfort her so he just kept his hands together in front of him. She let out a breath and snuggled up to him. Her eyes were still wide and staring at the ground. She laid her head in his lap and curled into a ball. He put his hand on her arm and his fingers ran through her hair. She slowly shut her eyes and started dozing off. She let out soft snores and little whines every now and then. He fell asleep soon enough as well.

(The next morning)

Eddie successfully took one of their walkies and was trying to contact Dustin.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Anybody?!”

“Eddie. Holy shit, are you okay?” Y/N let out a breath and Eddie shook his head and rubbed his forehead

“Nah, man. Pretty…… Pretty goddamn far from okay.” “Where are you? Is Y/N with you?”

“Skull Rock. Do you know it? And yes, Y/N is with me.”

“Uh, yeah. That’s near Cornwallis and--”

“Garrett, yeah. I know where that is.” Steve interjected.

“Hold tight. We’re coming. We’re coming.”

Eddie nodded and let out a breath. He set the walkie down and covered his face with his hands. Y/N looked across from where she was sitting and at him. He tipped his head back against the rock.

“We can’t tell Dustin what happened between us. He’d freak out.”

He nodded.

“I know.” She nervously chewed on her lip.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

Y/N looked down at her hands. His face fell and he nodded.

“I get it. Heat of the moment. Meant nothing. Got it.”

“No, Eddie, that’s not-” “Y/N, I get it. You regret making out with the freak. I understand.” “You’re not a freak, Eddie.”

He stands up, frustrated.

“Oh? I’m not? Then explain why I’ve been called that almost my whole life.” “Stupid people called you that because they didn’t know anything about you. You’re the furthest thing from a freak.”

“I’ve been held back for 2 years. I’m 20 years old and still in highschool.” “So? That doesn’t make you a freak!” “THEN WHAT DOES IT MAKE ME!?” He shouted.

She went quiet. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked away from him. She just stared at some trees.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.” His voice was quiet and gentle.

She didn’t respond and she noticed he climbed up a tree. She just ignored him. An hour later, she heard voices. She hid behind the rock.

“Oh boom. Bada bing, bada boom. There she is Henderson. Skull Rock. In your face, man. In your stupid, cocky little face.” “Doesn’t make sense.” “Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it. Can’t admit you’re wrong, you little butthead.”

Eddie jumps down from something and they turn around fast to look at him.

“I conquer. You, Dustin Henderson, are a….. Total butthead.”

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner!” Dustin hugs him, catching him by surprise. “Yeah, me too, man. Me too.”

Steve nods at him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dustin asked.

Y/N peeked from behind the rock and let out a breath.

“God, you guys arguing scared the shit outta me.” Y/N walked over.

Dustin almost tackled her to the ground.

“Jesus, christ!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to keep balance.

A few minutes later….

“When I got to the shore, I tried calling you guys, but, uh…..” He took a swig of his flask. “My walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, uh, I did the thing that I do now, apparently. I ran.” He chuckled.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?”

“Yeah, no, I….. I know exactly what time it was. My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.” He waved his watch in the air and threw it at Nancy. “9:27.” “Same time our flashlights went kablooey.” “Which means what, exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

“Well, we’re one step closer. We know how Vecna attacks.”

“And where he attacks from.”

“So now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart.”

“If he even has a heart.” “A stake? Is he like a vamp? Is he a vampire?”” It was a metaphor.” “A bullet should work on him, right?” “I say we chop his head off.”

Y/N pulls Eddie’s jacket around her more.

“I’d say all of the above, but we can’t do any of that, til we find a way into the Upside Down.”

“We need El to get her powers back.” “Everything was way easier. We had this girl. She had superpowers.”

“Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her.” Eddie looked at Dustin. “Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” “Cursed? No, no. He’s fine. Mental? Absolutely.” “Imagine living with him.” Y/N mumbled.

Dustin waved his arms and shouted.

“Boom!” It echoed and he pointed at Steve. “Bada… bada… boom. I was right. Skull Rock was north.”

“Seriously? You’re serious?” “Mm-hmm.”

“This is Skull Rock. Okay?” “Mm-hmm.” “You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now.” “Yes. And no.”

“Oh, my god.”

“This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheelers. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly. But, it started to slip the further east we went. Now, it’s way off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was.”

“So you’re using faulty equipment. Dude, you’re still wrong.”

“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas, remember what can affect a compass?” “An electromagnetic field.” “Yep.” “Sorry, I must’ve skipped that class.”

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So either there’s some super big magnet around here, or…..” “There’s a gate.” Lucas finished his sentence.

“But, we’re nowhere near the lab.”

“But what if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.” “Snack-size gate.”

“How? Why?”

“No idea. All I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.” “Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods.” “This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I'm totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea. But, uh, the Shire…. The Shire is burning.” Dustin started jumping and Eddie stood up. “So Mordor it is.”

Everyone started walking.

“What is Mordor?” Eddie suddenly went back to grab his stuff.

“Get your stuff dude. Let’s go.”

Y/N trailed behind the group. She heard the distant clock ticking. Just like Max kept describing. She shook it off and kept following. She was kinda lagging behind. They eventually get back to the lake when it’s dark. Dustin’s compass is still freaking out. “Something’s happening…” “Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?”

“I think we’re getting close!” They get to the shore.

“Watch your step, big guy.”

“Oh, man. You gotta be shitting me.” Steve cursed.

“Yeah, I thought these woods were familiar.” “Lover’s Lake.” Robin said in awe.

“This is confounding.”

“There’s a gate in Lover’s Lake?” Max asked.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way.” “Yeah, only one way to find out.”

They get the boat. “Easy. I…. I said easy, man.” “Sorry, dude.”

Robin grabbed their heads and stepped onto the boat. Nancy got on the boat. Y/N took Eddie’s offered hand and he helped her on the boat. Robin gave her a look and grinned. Dustin tried to get on, but Eddie pushed him back. “Trying to sink us? This boat holds 4 people, tops.”

Nancy got Dustin to stay. Steve got on the boat and Dustin scoffed.

“You said 4 people.”

“Sorry….” They rowed off into the lake. Y/N was sitting next to Eddie. They agreed Steve would go into the lake. He dove in and they all sat in silence waiting for him. He suddenly popped up after a long time, splashing them. Eddie let out a curse. Steve was explaining what he saw and suddenly was dragged under by something.

“Steve!” Nancy and Robin shouted.

They both wasted no time and jumped in after him. Eddie was panicking and Y/N stood up.

“Y/N, no, what are you doing?” She dove in. Soon enough, she was back there. The Upside down. Red thunder, screeching. Just like her nightmares. She ran over to the girls who were helping Steve fight off bat looking things. She grabbed one of the oars and started beating one up. She got bit by one and let out a shout. It managed to lift her in the air and she started wrestling around with it. Everyone was freaking out.

“Get off me, you son of a bitch!” She kicked it and started falling.

Eddie caught her in time and she let out a breath.

“Y/N!” Robin threw her a hairspray can.

Y/N grinned. Robin lit the lighter she had and Y/N sprayed the flame. The bats screeched and flew from the fire, in turn, flew away from Steve and Nancy. She stopped spraying when they all went away. Robin gave her the lighter and she put it in her pocket. She breathed heavily. They all agreed to go to Nancy’s to get her guns. As usual, she stayed a little behind the group. Eddie was talking to Steve and Robin was talking to Nancy. When it seemed Eddie was done with Steve he stopped walking until Y/N caught up with him.

“That was pretty badass back there.”

“Huh?” “The fire thing.” “Oh, uh, thanks.”

They were quiet for a minute.

“Look, I know we kinda had a fight and I was completely in the wrong for it.” She just glanced at him and shoved her hands in her pockets.

“I really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. Like, never felt this a lot. And, I don’t want to be the reason it ended before it even started. I know I messed up. I was stressed out and you were just trying to help-” She interrupted him by grabbing his hand and threading her fingers with his.

“No more talking.” He just nodded and they kept walking. They got to Nancy’s house. She was freaking out. Everything was stuck 2 years in the past. They found a way to communicate with Dustin. They found a way out. Robin climbed the sheet rope thing and fell on the mattress landing pad Dustin had put down. Eddie went next. Then Y/N. She hit the mattress and Eddie helped her up.

(I refuse to go in the ST4 timeline CORRECTLY from here.)

Steve and Nancy went. They found a way to kill Vecna and did so. Eddie and Y/N’s name were cleared. Y/N was still reeling from the events. All the progress in her mental health dissipated. She almost didn’t graduate this year, but Eddie helped her because he was determined to graduate. Eddie was pretty badly hurt in the upside down. The bats got to him and almost tore him up, but they got him help in time. She also found his guitar solo to distract the bats pretty fucking sexy. She almost lost the person who had become her whole world.

(In the upside down while Eddie was close to bleeding out.) Eddie was in Y/N’s arms while Dustin used scraps of fabric to tie up his wounds. Eddie coughed and groaned in pain. Dustin figured there was something going on between them, but didn’t say anything.

“I think this is finally my year. sweetheart.” Eddie choked.

“Yeah, yeah, it is. I promise.” Y/N put a hand on his cheek and he leaned into it.

“Who knows if they’ll let me graduate-” He let out a groan when Dustin tightened a scrap of fabric. “I’m a wanted man, ya know. You kissed a criminal.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.”

“You look really pretty right now, doll.” She let out a wet laugh, given she was still crying, and Dustin groaned.

“Ew….”

Eddie chuckled and she felt him hold her hand, intertwining his fingers with her. Dustin chose to ignore it.

A little later, Steve, Nancy, and Robin all helped Get Eddie back to the normal world safely. They got him to a hospital. Despite at that time being a wanted felon, the staff still helped him. Dustin and Steve were working on getting his and Y/N’s names cleared. Meaning they had to convince everyone that the Upside Down actually existed. Eddie was still passed out from his surgery. Y/N was visiting. She had been there when he first got there, but his Uncle sent her home so she could get some much needed sleep. She walked into his hospital room and saw Wayne reading a book to him at his bedside. Lord of The Rings. Eddie’s favorite. She smiled and leaned against the wall watching them. He looked up and saw her. He smiled a little and finished the Chapter he was on. He stood up.

“Well, I’ll give you two some alone time.” He put a hand on her shoulder before walking out.

She sat down where he was sitting before and curled her knees up to her chest. He had breathing tubes and was breathing steadily, still asleep. They hadn’t really made up, but she was going to talk to him about it when he felt better. She heard slight groaning and looked over. He was waking up. She sat up a little and his eyes opened slowly. She smiled at him.

“Welcome back, big guy.”

He groaned and pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead.

“Jesus, christ….”

She sat normally and he sat up a little, grunting. She smiled softly at him and he looked at her a little surprised.

“What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”

“You don’t remember?” “Well….. Yes, I do, but I just assumed when everything went dark….. I died.” Her lip quivered suddenly.

“Don’t say that….” “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” She felt her heart melt at the pet name a little. She curled her knees back up to her chest and laid her chin on top of her knees. He looked down at her hands.

“Your Uncle’s here by the way.” She took something she was wearing off.

It was his guitar pick necklace. He took it.

“I figured you’d be pretty sad without it.”

“My necklace shouldn’t have been your priority.”

“Well…. I wasn’t sure you’d make it so I wanted…..”

“Wanted what?”

“I don’t know…. A piece of you….. I guess.”

He smiled a little.

“Don’t think I’m getting all soft on you.”

He grabbed her hand and gently kissed the top of it. She teared up a little.

“What happened to my happy girl? I miss getting all happy about putting flowers in my hair, Y/N.”

She sighed.

“I’m just worried.”

“Hey, look, I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”

She sniffled and blinked the tears away. She smiled a little.

“Yeah, I know.”

The door opened and Wayne walked back in with a coffee cup.

“Hey, look who's awake!” Wayne smiled big.

Eddie smiled.

“Hey.”

Wayne hugged him. Y/N excused herself when his bandmates came and she left. She updated everyone in the group on Eddie.

(A few weeks later) It was graduation. Y/N, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were all graduating. Y/N and Eddie still hadn’t decided if they were going to become official or not. They still hadn’t told Dustin anything even though Dustin already knew something happened between them. Robin walked first. Then Y/N. Then Eddie. Then Nancy. When they were excused, she found the group. Eddie had his polaroid camera. He was taking pictures of everyone. He had ended up giving the camera to Dustin because everyone wanted him in some of the pictures. Dustin and Y/N’s mom were bossing the two around to pose like they liked each other so they could get some pictures. She posed with everyone in the group.

“Hey guys.” Everyone stopped when they heard a familiar voice. They turned around and saw Jonathan, Mike, Will, El, and another guy no one recognized. Jonathan hugged Nancy tight. El was talking with Max. Mike and Will were talking to Dustin and Lucas. Steve was with Robin talking to the new guy they soon found out was named Argyle. Y/N was looking at some pictures a little ways away from the group when she felt someone kiss her cheek and heard the camera click. She looked up and saw Eddie shaking the newly printed picture.

“So,” Eddie grabbed her hands, making her drop the pictures and looked at her. “I’m done avoiding the fact that we need each other.”

She looked up at him and he squeezed her hands tighter.

“Are you sure?” Y/N’s voice was a little shaky.

He smiled brightly.

“Of course, sweetheart. You got me through all that Vecna shit. You’re the reason I’m still here.” She teared up and felt a tear roll down her cheek.

“It was Dustin, too….” Y/N mumbled.

He laughed a little.

“Yes, that little shithead helped, too.”

He moved his hands to her face and cupped her cheeks.

“Please tell me you’ll take me, sweetheart.” His thumb wiped away tears that fell.

They both knew everyone was looking at them. It was painfully obvious. She nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Yes?” Eddie smiled wide.

“Yes!” She laughed. He practically tackled her. He kissed her deeply and she instantly kissed her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he dipped her backwards a little. She giggled. He kissed all over her face and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck. She glanced over and rolled her eyes. Steve was grinning. Robin was giving them thumbs up while smiling. Jonathan and Nancy weren’t paying attention. Dustin looked disgusted. Mike and Lucas were just smiling. Her mom was sobbing. Happy tears of course. Wayne was sneaking a picture of them. Max and El were giggling. Will was confused. Mike quickly explained and he finally got it. Eddie pulled back and dug something out of his pocket.

“Here, I made you something.” He pulled her hand out and placed something in the palm of her hand. It was a guitar pick necklace. It looked identical to his.

“It was my second pick. The one I actually played with.” “Eddie-” “Don’t. I got another one, I promise.” He grinned.

He helped her put it on.

“I love it.”

(Later that night)

Y/N was at Eddie’s Trailer. Wayne was at work. She was wearing one of his Hellfire shirts and just her panties. She was on the bed gluing the pictures into a scrapbook while Eddie showered. She kept a few for herself. Mostly the ones Dustin took of her and Eddie. She dedicated a page to Corroded Coffin. They played at the graduation party. Everyone loved them. She thought he looked extremely hot playing up there. She heard the bathroom door open and he walked into the bedroom wearing sweatpants and pulling on a sleeveless Iron Maiden shirt. He looked at her and grinned.

“Damn, you look sexy.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. She held up the scrapbook page of his band.

“Seal of approval?” He took it and inspected it with a smile.

“I love it.” She smiled in triumph.

“Good.”

He flopped down next to her on the bed, scattering unglued pictures.

“Eddie!” She whined.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart.”

She flipped to the page where she was gonna put the graduation pictures and used some markers to decorate it before gluing pictures on. He was laying his head in her lap. Her thigh was now wet because his hair hadn’t dried yet. She held up the graduation page.

“What do you think?”

He looked at it.

“Looks good, babe.”

She set the stuff on the floor and laid down next to him. He pulled the covers over them.

“Wayne got me a new mattress by the way.” “Ah, I was wondering where the smell of bong water and pee went.” “Hey, I’ll have you know, I only pissed in the bed when I was a kid.”

She giggled.

“I know.”

He lit a cigarette and she snuggled close to him.

“You don’t mind the smoking, right?” “No.”

“Are you sure?” “Yeah. I don’t mind.” “Well, because there's also the weed…” “Eddie, I really don’t care.”

“Okay, just making sure.”

She sighed and drew circles on his chest.

“What’s up? You seem off.” Eddie looked down at her. “Well, I guess I’m just a little nervous.” “Why?”

“I got into a college in Indianapolis.”

“That’s great! Why are you so nervous?”

“Leaving everyone. Especially you and Dustin. I’m worried about him. I obviously know he’d be fine and I’d only be a few hours away, but like what if something happens to him and I’m too far away so I don’t know.”

“He’ll be fine. That little shithead’s invincible.”

She laughed a little then frowned.

“And what about you? Everyone still thinks you’re a freak.”

“Everyone will always think I’m a freak. Doesn’t matter. Plus, I’ll be fine. Wayne said I can live here rent free until I get on my feet. I get money from drug dealing. Yes, I know you don’t really like it. And, Steve said he’d hook me up with a job at Family Video. I’ll be fine.” “Well, what about us?”

“Us? We’ll be fine. I can drive. I’ll visit as much as I can. I’ll try and be with you as much as I can when you visit here. Send letters. All the sappy couple shit.” She giggled.

“There’s nothing to worry about. We’ll be fine.”

He kissed the top of her head. She sat up and straddled his hips. He looked up at her with a grin.

“What’s going on here?” He put his hands on her hips.

“Sit up.” He sits up and she grabs her scrunchie off the nightstand and pulls Eddie’s hair up into a manbun. She smiled and pulled some strands out and fluffed his bangs out a little. He reached over and pulled something out of his nightstand drawer. They were little plastic flower clips. Her jaw dropped.

“I obviously couldn’t save the real ones so I bought these. Definitely got a few weird looks in the store.”

She pulled one out and started dotting them through his hair. He had turned on his music halfway through, but kept it quiet. She had kinda grown to like his metal music. Given she thought his band was the coolest thing on the planet. She giggled when she finished. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. He spoke quietly against his lips.

“There’s my girl. I missed her.” She kept smiling and kissed him again. He kissed her back.

(2 weeks later) Y/N was moving for college. Eddie was driving with her while Steve drove her car for her behind them. Eddie’s van was big enough to fit all her stuff. She was saying bye to her mom and everyone else. Her mom was sobbing uncontrollably, making Y/N cry.

“Mom, I swear I’ll keep in contact. I’m not gonna leave completely.” Y/N hugged her tight, sniffling.

Claudia finally pulled away and she said tearful goodbyes to everyone else. Nancy was leaving for college the same day so Y/N knew she wasn’t gonna see her for a while. Robin was nearly hysterical. They finally left and she was looking out the van window, still crying a little. Eddie was holding her hand while driving.

“Remember, you don’t have to be sorry for growing up and leaving.” Eddie spoke softly.

“...I know.”

She squeezed his hand and he kissed the back of it. They soon got to the college. Eddie and Steve helped her unload all her stuff into her dorm. Luckily, she was by herself. She said her goodbyes to Steve and he left them alone in the dorm room. She hugged her arms tight around Eddie’s waist and she was crying into his chest. Eddie was crying, too, but not as hard as her. His arms were around her shoulders.

“I-I don’t w-want you to g-go.” Y/N sobbed. “I don’t want to go, either.”

She pressed her face deeper into his chest. She leaned up and kissed him deeply. He cupped her face and kissed her back. She eventually pulled away and put something on his wrist. It was her scrunchie.

“This is your favorite one, though.” “I know. It’s safer with you.”

He lifted up her guitar pick and kissed it.

“Take care of Dustin for me, okay?” She looked up at him with red eyes.

“I will. I promise, sweetheart.”

She kissed him one more time and he left. She sat down on her unmade bed and sniffled.

(November 5th 1986…. 5 months later.) Y/N was surprising everyone. She was driving back to Hawkins and staying for 2 weeks. She got there and pulled into the driveway. She figured Dustin was at school and her mom was at work. She did however know 3 people who weren’t at school. She knew exactly where they were, too. She unloaded all her stuff into her old bedroom. She looked around and smiled at the memories. She got back into her car and started driving. She was frankly, a little sick of driving. She pulled up to Family Video. She walked in and didn’t see anyone at the front counter. There was chatter in the back room.

“No, Munson, we are not putting Friday the Thirteenth on the screens! We’ll all be fired!” Steve exclaimed.

“Oh, come on! Stop being so boring!” Eddie groaned.

“You’re both dinguses.”

Y/N giggled quietly and rang the little bell at the front.

“See, now look at you, too! You’re arguing and we have customers!” She saw Robin step out.

“Welcome to Family Video, how may I help you-” She looked up and her eyes went wide.

Y/N smiled and waved.

“Oh, my god!” Robin squealed and ran over, tackling Y/N in a hug.

Y/N laughed and hugged her back. She saw Steve walk out, confused. He hugged her tight. She saw Eddie step out looking down at something, ignoring the ruckus. He had the headphones she gave him on. He was stocking shelves. She finished saying hi to the two idiots and walked over to Eddie. She tapped his shoulder and he took the headphones off and turned around. She heard Iron Maiden blaring through the speakers. He looked at her and it took a second for him to realize it was her standing there. His eyes went wide and she was suddenly picked up and shaken around. She giggled and hugged him tight. He buried his face in her hair.

“Okay, love birds. Get outta here.” Steve set all of Eddie’s things down on the counter.

“Huh?” Eddie looked at him.

“You can go. We’ll just tell Keith you got sick.” Robin leaned against the counter.

He grinned and picked his stuff up. They walked out.

“Where’s your van?” “Oh, Steve picked me up. No gas.”

“Ah.”

They got to her car and he pressed her up against the side of it. She smiled at him and he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He pulled away after a minute and kissed all over her face, making her giggle.

“God, I missed you so much, sweetheart….” Eddie’s voice was soft in her ear.

“I missed you, too.”

He looked at her, suddenly confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” “It was supposed to be a surprise!” Y/N giggled.

“Wait, so like Dustin and your mom don’t know?” “No, they don't. I was gonna pick Dustin up from school and surprise him.” Eddie checked his watch.

“Better get to it. He’s out in 20 minutes.” They quickly got in the car and drove to the school. Y/N leaned against the car and Eddie stood next to her. The bell rang and people started filing out of the school. Y/N suddenly recognized a certain redhead walking with 2 noisy boys. Y/N smiled when Max looked up and saw her. Her eyes went wide and she hit Dustin’s stomach hard, making him choke a little. Max pointed at Y/N and Dustin looked over. Dustin’s eyes went wide and he booked it over to her, tackling her in a hug. She laughed and hugged him back. They went home, Eddie included, and waited for her mom to get home. When she did, she did cry. Like always. It was late at night and Eddie was staying the night. She was sitting on the couch cuddled up to him watching a movie with him and Dustin. He was running his fingers through her hair aimlessly. She smiled a little and pressed closer into him. He kissed the top of her head and she twined her fingers with his, holding on tight to his free hand. When the movie was over, he went upstairs with Y/N. Eddie, being the gentleman he is, was only there to help her fall asleep, then retire to the couch per Claudia’s request. There was one thing though that the two of them had yet to do together. They had talked about it before and Y/N still hadn’t ever done such thing and Eddie was being very patient with her. She pulled her clothes off and looked around in her bag for pajamas. She grumbled a curse and pulled out the old Hellfire shirt and some gray sleeping shorts. She was about to put them on, but felt Eddie come up behind her and put his hands on her waist, slowly sliding them to her belly.

“Ya know… we’ve still never….” She gulped nervously. She was almost 19 and still yet to have sex with her boyfriend. She knew he was going to wait as long as she needed, but she also felt a little guilty.

“If you’re not ready, I understand. I can wait.” He kissed her shoulder.

She took a deep breath.

“We’re gonna have to be quiet.” She felt him smile against her shoulder.

“Just be gentle, okay?” “I will, I promise, sweetheart.”

He turned her around and started kissing her neck. She moaned softly. His hands went down to the back of her thighs, bending at his knees a little, and picked her up. She yelped a little and he laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. She pulled his shirt off and he managed to get his socks off while making out with her. She ran her nails down his back and moaned. He quickly put a hand over her mouth. “That was loud, sweetheart.” “Sorry…” Her voice was muffled.

He kissed further down her chest and pulled her panties off. He spread her legs apart and settled between them.

“Can I, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“Words. I need words.” “Yes, you can.” He smiled and started kissing the inside of her thigh. She put a hand over her mouth when he started eating her out. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she bucked up against his mouth. He held her hips down and sucked. She let out a loud moan that was muffled by her hand. She cursed silently, knowing she was gonna have an awkward morning with everyone. He stopped and looked up at her. She was panting and her hand fell from her mouth. She felt his finger press up against her entrance. She tensed up.

“Can I? It might help a little if we make it to the real thing tonight.”

She bit her lip, unsure.

“We don’t have to.” He kissed her belly and rubbed the outside of her thigh. “I don’t wanna make you do something you don’t want to.” She shook her head.

“N-No, please do it. I want you to.”

“Are you sure?” “Yes.” He nodded and slowly pushed his middle finger inside her. She winced a little and then moaned a little. It felt good, but kinda hurt. He slowly moved it in and out. She felt him suck hickeys into her thigh. He went a little faster and she felt her legs start to shake. He whispered encouragements and slipped another finger inside. She clamped a hand down over her mouth hard and moaned.

“Cum for me, sweetheart….” Eddie mumbled while licking her clit.

She cried out, muffling it, and came hard around his fingers. He smiled and licked up everything. He kissed back up her body and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his lips. He pulled away and she reached down to get his pants off. He laughed and grabbed her hands.

“Woah there. Calm down. We’re gonna wait okay? When we have more privacy.” She pouted and he kissed her forehead.

“I promise it’ll be worth it, okay?” She just nodded and he kissed her knuckles. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped suddenly. She saw a cloud of emotion in his eyes appear and he teared up a little. She cupped his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-..... God, I love you.” She gasped. They hadn’t said it until now. Either of them. She smiled wide, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He smiled into it and she pulled away and kissed all over his face.

“Say it again.” “I love you!” Eddie laughed.

She kissed him again

“I love you, too.” She mumbled over and over again between kisses.

He eventually left the room after many more kisses and many more I love you’s. She fell asleep pretty fast and woke up the next morning to bustling in the kitchen. It was a weekend so Dustin was gonna be home. She stretched and walked downstairs. Luckily, no one said anything about the noises and her mom and Dustin didn’t seem to even know they happened. Unless they’re just really good at acting. She smiled and leaned against the counter as she watched Eddie and Dustin fight over whether there should be chocolate chips in the pancakes. She walked over and poured some in the batter and mixed it up. They both went quiet. She kissed Eddie’s cheek and ruffled Dustin’s hair before sitting down at the counter. Eddie came up behind her while Claudia started breakfast and Dustin went upstairs to do something. He kissed the back of her head.

“Happy birthday….”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #friends to lovers #stranger things #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson smut

[enid-rhees]

a Young Royals inspired Enid fic 💜

A/N: this is heavily inspired by the last episode of my favorite show, Young Royals. every character from that episode is still the same, except for Y/N and Enid, who replace Wilhelm and Simon for this. i hope you all enjoy, this was written a few months ago on a Google doc 💜.

she sat in the car, across from her dad and next to her mom. the King and Queen, and she was the princess. everyone was now leaving, or still saying goodbye to their friends.

she couldn’t believe Hillerska was closing, and it could be all her fault. but she didn’t do anything wrong, she confessed that it was her, kissing down Enid’s neck in that video. she told the truth. like what you’re supposed to do.

Kristina turned to her, red still surrounding her weak eyes. it was hard for Y/N to look at it, knowing her mother — the Queen was so weak now, partly because of her. her “scandal” with Enid… and her brother’s death. it all happened in a year, nothing could’ve prepared any of them for it.

“it was a rough year, wasn’t it?” her mom spoke, breaking out of her trance. all she could do was nod and look out the window, watching August jump and scream with Vincent and Nils. she bit her tongue.

a rough hand touched her shoulder, making her look back. her mother smiled softly as the edge of her fingers twirled through Y/N’s hair. “you’re going to be such an amazing Queen.” she spoke, and sorrow filled overcame Y/N. being Queen meant she would become someone that wasn’t herself. it meant she couldn’t be with Enid. her heart ached at the thought of it.

she couldn’t live- breathe without Enid.

she looked her mother right in the eye, her words almost getting caught in her throat. “what if i don’t want that?” she asked quietly, but sincerely. her father looked over at her, and now she was looking between the two of them. her mother sighed, “don’t do this right now-”

“i’m not trying to make you mad, mom.” she said back. “that’s the last thing i want. but… you have a hard time taking me seriously,” Kristina sucked a breath in and looked out of her window. “and i know its ’cause i’ve said it in frustration and was impulsive…” Y/N continued. “but you haven’t let me have an actual, honest conversation about this.”

Kristina nodded slightly. “i understand that you’re having doubts and mixed feelings.” she said, as if she was trying to brush it off once more. “it was the same for me. but… there must be a worse fate to be assigned than this one.” she says, looking back at her. Y/N narrowed her eyes, “that’s the problem. we were assigned this… we didn’t choose it. nobody has, and i see how it makes you feel.”

her mother then avoided eye contact by looking down, and her father only looked at her, emotionless. “i used to think Erik was happy, but i don’t think he was.”

“i understand that.. this thing with Enid has been life-changing for you-“ Y/N shook her head, “this isn’t about her. it’s not about Enid, Mom. it’s about this role. it’s always been this role that has been the problem. to me.”

“yeah.” Kristina says, barely audible.

“i know you think i’m gonna change my mind, but i won’t. i don’t want this.” Y/N turned to the window, gazing over at August. “if you believe in the monarchy…” she started, raising her finger. she then pointed at August through the window. “if you believe that it’s important to be born into the right family, that this is right… then that is your heir. not me.”

the King and Queen looked over at him, and she watched as her mother nodded once and looked down at her hands. slowly, her mother looked up at her. “and i understand that you’re disappointed… but it’s the truth.” she spoke honestly, her heart starting to race a little faster.

“can you open the doors?” she spoke to the driver, and seconds later the door opened. her eyes shifted between her mother and father, “i love you guys.” she said, before stepping out of the car, watching as the door slid back shut.

“let her go.” Kristina spoke when the driver turned around to face her with panicked eyes.

her eyes surfed the crowded yard of Hillerska. everyone was still saying goodbye to each other, and the graduates were all jumping around in the back of a truck with wine bottles spraying everywhere. her eyes stuck on August for a moment longer.

there was no sight of Enid. every direction her head turned, she couldn’t spot those green eyes anymore.

but then a familiar white car started to exit the school. Sara, Enid’s sister drove that car here today. Y/N remembers because she was hoping Enid was in that car with her when she saw it was Sara.

her legs moved faster than her thoughts and she began to run after the car. August caught her running past him, and his heart sank at the realization of what just happened, and what was about to happen to him.

Y/N ran down the road, faster than she ever thought she could run. this had to be some insane adrenaline rush that she would never experience again. “ENID!” she yelled, voice booming through the trees. “ENID!”

Enid’s head snapped up at the call of her name. it was muffled- but so loud. she turned around, eyes widening at the sight of Y/N running after the car. she turned back, and took a deep breath, trying to calm down the nervous ache growing in her stomach. “Sara.” she choked out, “stop the car!” Sara stepped on the breaks, her, Enid and Felice all being swung forward for a second at the sudden stop.

Felice looked into the mirror, “is that-”

Enid opened the door and walked out of the car, watching Y/N stop in her place and breath heavily. she was a bit of distance away, but Enid could still see her chest rising and falling at a fast pace. Y/N began walking towards Enid, and she met her in the middle.

“i don’t want to be Queen.” she spit out, tears lining her eyes. Enid’s eyes widened slightly. “i don’t want to be a princess. i want to be with you!” she cried, genuine desperation in her eyes. Enid could only stare at her, not knowing what to say. did she—

“i told my Mom.” Y/N said. there was another silent pause between them, and then a small smile curled through Y/N lips. “she’s fine with it.” Enid tried not to show her smile immediately. she shook her head slightly, “did- did you do it for my sake?”

Y/N then shook her head repeatedly, “no.” she smiled, “i did it for my own sake.”

they still stood there, Enid not knowing how to process any of this. “are you sure you’re over me?” Y/N asked hesitantly, afraid for Enid’s answer. Enid looked at her, no emotion on her face before her smile finally broke through her lips. “what the hell do you think?”

Y/N laughed and ran towards Enid, engulfing her in the tightest hug. Enid gripped Y/N’s school jacket, tears now pouring down her cheeks. her lips were parted open as she looked at Y/N with pure disbelief. Y/N’s eyes moved between both of Enid’s and then down to her lips. Enid desperately pulled their lips together, giving Y/N her all in this singular kiss.

every single weight was lifted off of Y/N’s shoulders in that moment. she was free. she was no longer the princess, and would no longer become the Queen to millions. she belonged to herself, and Enid now.

“i love you.” Y/N whispered breathlessly against her lips.

“i love you.” Enid whispered back.

whooping and cheers came from behind them, causing them to break apart from each other. Felice and Sara clapped loudly, laughing at their blushing faces. “are you coming or what?” Sara asked with a laugh. Y/N leaned her head against Enid’s, staring straight into those green eyes she fell in love with. “yeah?” Enid whispered, a hopeful smile on her face. she nodded and Enid beamed, taking her hand and dragging her towards the car. they split ways as Enid got in the seat behind passenger, and Y/N smiled at Sara as she sat in the seat behind the drivers side.

Sara started the car again and all of the windows rolled down. when she started to drive, Y/N let out a loud “WOOOOO!” into the air. Enid, Felice and Sara all copied, all of them bursting into laughter afterwards. Enid slid over the seats and Y/N welcomed her into her arms. she hung her head out the window, the fresh air breeze never feeling so good.

she’s never felt so good, so free.

Enid put a finger on Y/N’s chin and turned her head towards her, connecting their lips softly. their lips moved in sync perfectly, fitting together like puzzle pieces. they always knew it; that they belonged with each other. nothing could ever get in the way of that.

Y/N wasn’t sure what was to come next, but as long as Enid was with her, it would be okay. wherever they end up, she just wants to live happily and freely with her. no cameras, no secrets, nothing. just her and Enid.

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[thebiggerbear]

Why Are You Wearing My Sweater (Because It Smells Like You) - Bella x Jacob - Prompt Response

A/N: A little something I wrote in response to a prompt from @sydnee-kom-spacekru fluff prompt list #33. Set somewhere in Eclipse.

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

A huge thank you to my beta @rieleatiel! You rock, girl!

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

Jake jumped out of the shower and hurried to dress himself. Bella would be arriving at the beach in ten minutes, and it would take him five to make it there and welcome her. 

He knew that she was nervous, that she wasn’t one for social gatherings, but this was the only time he could hope to have with her. The bloodsucker that dominated her time and space ensured that any moments Jake could have with Bella had to either be chaperoned by himself or others, and all because of the kiss that...went horribly wrong. 

Jake winced at the memory, but the wince was mitigated by the warmth that suffused his chest at the thought of Bella’s soft lips against his. He wished he could have a do-over of that moment, that he hadn’t let his fear get the better of him. To top it all off, Bella regretted the kiss just as much as he did... And then she had broken her hand against his face. 

Jake almost wished that he wasn’t so sturdy, that he could have absorbed the full brunt of the blow instead of her frail fingers. The memory of hearing her bones crack with his acute hearing, and then the wail of pain erupting from the mouth he’d been yearning to kiss for months -- both noises made him feel queasy.

He pushed the thought out of his brain, shaking his head to clear it so he could continue getting ready. He was determined to be on his best behavior, to show the girl he loved that she had a choice, any other choice than that . An image of Bella with red eyes and pale marble skin haunted his dreams as well as his waking moments, and Jake sighed heavily. “Stop. Get it together, Jake.”

No, tonight he was determined to do better, to be comfortable with her and show her how easy it was just to be Jake and Bells once more. He had made a rookie mistake that was tinged with sadness and regret as Embry had pointed out during Jake’s incessant replays of the kiss. Now, all he could do was be what she needed, while also hoping beyond hope to change her mind. Tonight was for them, even if they were surrounded by his pack members as per the leech’s request, otherwise Bella wouldn’t have been allowed to see her best friend. He swallowed the bile collecting at the back of his throat and forced back the building fury at the memory of the leech’s words, relayed to him by Sam who had spoken with the doc. Jake had been furious at first, with both the leech and Bella for readily giving her beloved tick full permission to control her life, but eventually, he agreed to play nice. For her sake, if for nothing else. He would do anything to see her, spend time with her, to keep her alive…

Jake shook his head again and opened a drawer, searching for the last item he needed for tonight’s bonfire. When the article of clothing he sought wasn’t there, his brows furrowed in confusion. He opened other drawers, looked through his closet, tore through his laundry hamper, searched high and low, but failed to find it. The sound of a horrifically loud truck engine roared down the road and one glance at the clock prompted him to give up his quest, shrug his shoulders, and head out the door. It wasn’t like the cold would affect him anyway; he was only trying to keep any passersby from asking one too many questions, but he was good at thinking on the fly. If anyone asked, he’d come up with something, no big deal.

Jake jogged towards the beach, making it there with just a minute to spare. Sure enough, Bella’s monster of a truck pulled into the parking lot and quickly came to a smooth stop. When the engine cut off, Jake felt sympathy towards his pack, sure that they were relieved at the resounding silence. Jake would never tell Bella just how much The Beast, as she affectionately called it, bothered their sensitive ears. 

When Bella gave him a shy wave from the cab, he beamed and loped over to open the door for her. Before she had a moment to think, Jake had her up in his arms and buried his nose into her hair, breathing deeply. He relaxed when he only detected the vanilla shampoo she used, something that smelled strangely like a new book, and…was that lasagna? He would never admit it to anyone but her clean human scent was his favorite scent in the world. It was all her. “Hey, Bells.”

“Jake,” she murmured and lifted a timid hand to the back of his head for a moment before letting go. “Can’t...breathe.”

He immediately released her and dropped back a step, clasping her elbow gently to help steady her. “Right, sorry,” he whispered sheepishly. Bella’s pink lips elevated slowly into a small genuine smile as her brown eyes stared into his. His breath caught in his throat and he was unable to look away. He loved this girl, he loved her very being... So why couldn’t he just imprint on her already?  

“Hey,” she whispered back, her quiet tone coated in sincere pleasure at seeing him. 

Jake’s heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest. How could one word, one smile bring him to his knees like this? How the hell could she not be his imprint when she was his entire world and he would do anything for her? And how could she not know for herself that she loved him when he could see it clear as day upon her beautiful face when she looked at him like this?

A rousing cry of “Oh, vampire girl’s here! Bring her over here, Jake! I’ve got the tick spray!” from Quil broke the moment they had been in, making them both glance over to see Jake’s best former friend grinning wide with a clear spray bottle in hand along with everyone else watching, that idiot Paul heartily laughing. Jake shot Ateara a glare, sending him a silent promise that the chocolate-colored wolf would pay for his interruption later, before swinging his eyes back to Bella. She rolled her eyes but a good-natured smile settled onto her heart-shaped face. It made Jake smile in turn, his annoyance forgotten. “Ready to mingle with idiots?”

Bella snorted and shut her door. “Oh yeah, I’m used to it by now.” She then let out a quiet laugh at the loud, playfully indignant “Hey’s!” coming from Embry and Seth in unison. 

Jake reached out a hand and Bella took it without question, making Jake’s smile bigger, and that was when he noticed it. He froze, taking in the dark blue hoodie that covered the top half of the girl whose hand was in his, looking four sizes too big for her. The very hoodie that he had been trying to locate just a few minutes earlier but failed to find. She noticed his intense scrutiny and nervously bit her lip. “What?”

Trying his best to recover from the shock, Jake lifted their joined hands and pointed at the shirt. “Is that… Is that my hoodie?”

Bella glanced down quickly, her cheeks starting to tinge a slight pink, the sight making Jake’s heart beat just that much faster. Her teeth dug further into her bottom lip. “Um...yeah…?”

Jake gave an imperceptible nod and started moving them towards the bonfire. Bella seemed to relax slightly as she intertwined their fingers. He felt as if he was about to jump out of his skin, and not in the I’m-going-to-explode-into-a-werewolf type of way; lately, she had been doing that more and more, and he could swear she wasn’t even aware of the action. She seemed to subconsciously lean towards him as they entered the path that would bring them down to the pack. 

His thoughts raced but he did his best to keep up a casual front, to act as if this was nothing more than just an easygoing stroll between best friends. “So...why are you wearing my hoodie, Bells?”

He expected her to give him a defensive response, to freeze and keep her eyes down, to offer to give it back to him. Instead, she did the last thing he ever expected. Bella gave a half-shrug, her eyes on the beach in front of them, and admitted, “Because it smells like you.”

Jake smothered a smile, refusing to allow his surprise to be made known, because if Bella happened to see the effect her words had on him, she’d most likely attempt to backtrack what she had spoken with shocking honesty. The last thing Jake wanted was for her to feel as if she couldn’t be honest with him, and so he was going to purposely ignore the large elephant on the trodden path before them in the hopes that she wouldn’t rethink her candid words. He focused instead on giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you’re wearing it. It’s going to be a cold one tonight.”

Her gaze stared off into space and she let out a sad murmur of, “Yeah.” Jake’s eyes focused on her profile, his brows scrunching up in concern. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she seemed to snap out of it and leaned in closer, gripping the tail of his T-shirt with her free hand to bury her fingers in. “So, I’ve decided that I’m older than you and I definitely win.”

Jake followed her lead and filed away his worries for a later conversation he would try to have with her before she left him again... Back to the leeches she called a family, back to what was essentially frozen death in his eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her beaming smile and pulled her in closer, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “And how’s that?”

A wicked gleam settled into the eyes that he so often got lost in. “I’m mingling with idiots, that definitely gives me more points.”

More “hey!”s sounded from around the fire.

He let out a laugh. “I don’t think so. You said you were used to it up there, which means it’s already part of your skillset and you don’t get any extra points. I’m still older. Better luck next time, Swan.”

Bella also laughed at the guys’ reactions and shook her head. “I’m going to surpass you one of these days, Black. You just wait. One day, I will be older than you. I’ll be in my 40’s,” she promised smugly.

Jake’s smile lost some of its wattage when she turned to address Quil’s loud greeting ahead of them. He released her hand and pulled her against his side, unable to keep any more distance between them in that moment. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm as they continued their trek. 

He only let her go when they reached the rest of the pack. He gave her a warm smile as Emily pulled her into a hug before Quil could grab her. He watched as she spoke with his brothers, laughing at Embry’s roasting remarks of Paul who promptly replied with a one finger salute. He remembered her words, a sad tendril weeding itself throughout his brain, as he took in her wide grin and the comfort and happiness emanating from her as she teased Seth right along with the guys about a recently formed crush on a girl in his class. With an aching despair, Jake realized just how deeply her casual words clung to his very insides. “One day, I will be older than you. I’ll be in my forties.” As he watched her giggle at Quil running away with the spray bottle and Paul gaining on him with a wet and thunderous glare, the rapidly forming lump in his throat took hold. God, Bells, I really hope you will be.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. 😊

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[esta-elavaris]

Flufftober Day 29: "Hey, wake up!" - James Norrington/OC [776 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here, and my behemoth of a main fic about these two is here 💜✨

Theo sat down at the edge of the bed and leaned over the sleeping form of her husband, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. A light sleeper, even that was enough to stir him a little – but he wasn’t quite awake yet. That took another three kisses, trailing up his neck and along the side of his jaw.

He gave a low, rumbling murmur and spoke roughly without opening his eyes.

“If you’ve woken me for that, I’m unsure as to whether I should be irked or flattered.”

She grinned – mostly because he was still capable of stringing together such eloquent sentences within seconds of waking. Had the shoe been on the other foot, she’d be able to offer little more than monosyllabic grunts. Most of them explicit.

“What are you leaning more towards?” she asked.

James breathed a chuckle.

“Intrigue.”

Well, at least he hadn’t tired of her yet. Hopefully he wouldn’t be disappointed when she explained.

“Well, that will have to wait. Wake up.”

“I am awake.”

“Get up.”

“It’s too cold. And too early.”

God, she never though she’d see the day where they’d swapped these particular roles in this conversation. He was right, though – the curtains were drawn, and only the slightest grey tinge peeked out through the tiny gap between them. The sun would not properly rise for some time yet.

“I need to show you something.”

 “Unless Sparrow is peering through the windows and demanding entry, I’d rather not,” he mumbled. “If he is, I shall need you to fetch my rifle.”

“Oh, it’s far better than that.”

“Bloodthirsty wolves roaming the property, then?”

“James,” she groaned, dropping her forehead down to his cheek. “Just trust me.”

Maybe she was playing dirty, but it was for a good cause - and how could he argue with her when she broke out the big guns?

She slipped her feet into her docs and pulled her cloak on over her nightgown as he rubbed his eyes and dragged himself from the bed.

“Am I permitted to dress?” he asked drily.

“If I had my way, you never would,” she sighed – and then grinned at his good-humoured annoyance. “Breeches, cloak, boots. Don’t worry, we won’t be long.”

As he woke up and adjusted to, well, consciousness, he became a bit less grumpy and far more curious. Although her giddiness probably helped with that. Before long, he was moving with that navy-born efficiency, and she was coaxing him down the stairs and out of the front door.

It was then that the source of her excitement was unveiled. They could see their own breath as they stepped out into the dawn, and torrents of snow flurried down around them from the heavens. It must have been going on for some time, for everything was entirely blanketed in it, where there had been little other than frost when they went to bed.

“I wasn’t going to wake you, but I was worried it wouldn’t continue on for much longer,” she explained with a sheepish smile. “Not this heavily, anyway.”

Her excitement didn’t only come from her commitment to being a complete and utter tit. Back during their visit to Ireland, when she’d been busy revelling in the feeling of being truly and properly cold – which she’d missed sorely in the Caribbean – James had not shared her thrill at how the chill made their hands clumsy and their noses numb.

“There’s nothing you missed about Winter?” she prodded. “Nothing at all?”

To her surprise, James actually paused to truly consider the matter, falling silent with his eyes downcast – like it was something serious, that would require a thoughtful and measured course of action. Then, finally, he responded.

“Snow,” he said finally. “Not necessarily when it’s merely on the ground – then it becomes a nuisance – but when it’s actually falling. Heavily. Not a blizzard, just heavy snow. I miss that, I suppose. The way in which it looks chaotic, if you’re gazing upon it from indoors, but when you go out into it and it’s all about you, it doesn’t feel so. It feels calm.”

Theo stared at him, torn between disbelief and amazement. She hadn’t expected something so…so beautiful. Then he added.

“It’s like battle, in that respect.”

Ah. There was her husband.

“Feel like walking into battle with me one last time?” she teased – very much hoping he remembered the conversation.

Because if he didn’t, she really would look like a tit. But, to her relief, he smiled, and then he chuckled, shaking his head and following her out into the picturesque little clearing before their home.

“Any time,” he all but vowed. “Every time.”

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Redemption Was Just The Beginning

Chapter 8: New Years Day, 1900

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To the world, Arthur Morgan is dead. As he tries to face the idea, in a lush valley in Ambarino he comes face to face with a woman from his past, and they must reckon with an era long gone. Especially when she has secrets of her own.

(Rated explicit simply because eventually there’s smut in this.)

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It seemed like only one of Ana’s dreams. One of the fleeting moments where she could be against him. His chest rose and fell calmly, the occasional snore or mutter from whatever he himself was conjuring up in his own mind. His heartbeat was strong and steady. She could feel his large hand on her shoulder, his thumb stroking at the fabric of her dress. It was too cruel of life for her to wake from it, in her big bed by herself.

It was such a pretty dream…

She opened her eyes with an agonized groan, from being ripped away from the imaginary version of him and the pounding headache from her overindulgence from the party. She rolled onto her back, squeezing between her eyes for a moment of relief from the pain.

She awoke Arthur in the process, snapping him into reality feeling every human emotion at once. He blinked a few times, finding her trying to fend off the worst of hangovers to minimally function. An all to familiar experience.

He scratched at the stubble on his jaw, “Mornin’.”

Ana’s eyes widened in surprise, snapping to his groggy face. It hadn’t been just a dream, and given how things went the night before a panic shot through her that made her temporarily forget her suffering. She shot up, nearly falling out of the bed from how sudden she lurched away from him.

“W-what happened here?” She cried, her pulse racing in terror. As much as she desired it, losing herself in that way when so heavily inebriated was a fear worse than injury or death.

“Nothin’.” Arthur replied sedately, “You know I wouldn’t do anythin’ like that. Especially with how drunk you was. Would’ve been wrong.”

Ana sighed in relief, falling back onto the pillows. It took some of the fright away, “So… How did we end up like this, exactly?”

It wasn’t a shock to Arthur that she didn’t remember much, or anything. He didn’t know how to explain everything that happened, but he also felt like she was owed it, “You asked me to stay with you.”

“You didn’t have to. You could have gone when I fell asleep.”

“You were in a bad way by the time we got back. I didn’t feel right just dumping you and leaving you.”

Ana laid there rubbing her forehead. She regretted not making a pot of menudo the previous night for breakfast. She sighed, unable to to feel too sorry for herself. Her body felt like it was made of lead, using the little energy she had to try to roll out of bed.

Arthur caught her by the shoulders, pushing her back down, “Oh no you don’t. You rest for once. I’ll take care of breakfast and get you something to help.”

Ana wanted to protest. She wasn’t fragile. She had toughed out more than a bad case of alcohol withdrawal, but she knew how he was. She instructed him where things were, especially the medicines she kept in the kitchen cabinet. She screwed her eyes shut, letting her body float around around without moving. It made Arthur comfortable enough to gather his clothes and leave the room.

He made quick work of taking care of himself, getting dressed in his own room. He caught his reflection in the mirror of his shaving station, about to open his mouth to criticize his appearance like he often did before stopping and shaking his head. There was no time for that. He went to the kitchen and gathered the remedies for Ana to feel better. He took a tea spoon and a glass. He grabbed a bottle of Doc Crockett’s Miracle Tonic and a bottle of medical bitters. He placed them onto a tray and set the glass on the counter. He cracked an egg in his hands over the waste basket, removing the slimy whites from the yolk and gently sliding it into the glass so it didn’t break. He added to it a few dashes of hot sauce and Worcestershire sauce with a pinch of salt and pepper.

He brought them up to her before going back to the kitchen to figure out what he was going to do. Living outside most of his life, usually having someone do the cooking for him and if they weren’t around only roasting a random and crudely cut of meat from whatever animal he killed, wasn’t conducive to working in a kitchen alone. He knew how to make black coffee. He had eggs, scrambling them wouldn’t be too hard. He could easily open one of the cans of strawberries. There was some bread rolls and a block of cheese on the counter in a basket. Going into the ice box he produced some bacon he could fry.

The next challenge came with the stove. He opened every hatch and lifted every lid he could to figure it out. He had no idea where to put wood, or how to light it. It probably took a long time to warm up to do anything. He got frustrated about it quickly, taking his ingredients and tools into the living room. He sat in front of the fireplace, stoking it and adding new wood to it until the flames began to crackle brightly. He cooked eight pieces of bacon first, holding the pan above the fire and flipping them every minute or so until they were crispy but not burnt. He used the grease they produced to scramble up four of the eggs. He put them on a serving platter to cool while he prepared the coffee.

“I knew I should have told you how to get the range going.” He heard Ana’s voice announced beside him. He looked towards her. She had rallied and gotten dressed, though her face was still a bit haggard and exhausted.

“I must admit though,” She added, “I do admire your ingenuity.”

Ana helped him carry things back to the kitchen, instructing him for the future how the stove worked. They sat down an ate together, both thinking it nice to have time alone for once. They made idle conversation. She praised him for what he did, to which Arthur replied with a remark about how if she kept feeding him like she did he would need pants with a larger waist. She admitted she didn’t think that was at all a bad thing, believing he could benefit from putting on more weight. She remembered how old he was, 36 and going to be 37 at some point in July. She was 32, reminding him she was turning 33 in February though she didn’t want any big to do about it. It felt almost like old times, when they’d be sent away on some lead together. The money was nice, but the time spent talking and laughing freely was – at least for Ana – the favorite part of being away from the others. For the moment, they saw each other as they once were again.

“I got to ask, Anie.” Arthur said cleaning up the mess he made, “Did you mean all those things you said last night?”

She sipped her third cup of coffee, the inquisitiveness in her tone told him she had no memory of it, “Depends on what I said. You know how much of a fool I am when I’ve been drinking.”

Arthur smiled and nodded. There was a time at camp when they all had been drunk off some cheap spirit they stole off a stagecoach. Somehow Ana’s attention turned to Dutch. She slurred something along the lines he’d have been much happier if he had been born a woman, and was someone’s well kept wife. Everyone else thought it was hilarious, though Dutch himself was fuming. He avoided her for a good part of a week, if he needed to tell her anything he either sent Arthur, Hosea, or Susan to relay it.

He took a deep breath, going quieter as he said it, “That… That you’re still… In love with me.”

Ana paused, setting her cup on the table, “Of course I am. I always have been, likely always will be. The happiest moments in my life were with you. You gave to me one of the best things in the world, and that’s my… Our… Little boy. He’s always been like you.”

She got up and went to the sink, placing her hand on his shoulder. It seemed so tiny on his broad body, “What else did I confide?”

“You made a mention about Mary.” he replied.

Ana hummed seriously, “Did I? She had always been in the back of my mind, I suppose. Make no mistake, I do not hate Mary. I never had anything against her, she was a very nice woman. I wished it worked for you two. Like I said before I’m willing to-”

“That part of my life is long over.” Arthur interrupted, “It didn’t work, and it’s best if I put that behind me. Don’t worry about her… Please.”

He wasn’t sure if she believed him, but she didn’t bring it up the rest of the morning. She perked up considerably by the time they were ready to bring Arthur Francisco back home. The apartment the Liangs lived in was at the very top of the inn, making them go up two flights of stairs to get to their door. They were greeted by Mrs. Liang, who welcomed them inside with her usual warm hospitality. Everything was a mixture of the familiar and Oriental, from scrolls with dragons and Chinese writing to hand painted calligraphy. The children sat at a low table on cushions, using sharp knives to slice patterns into blood red paper.

Ana and Arthur joined Mr. Liang at another table. Mrs. Liang joined them carrying a tea set smaller than the Western ones, made of well sculpted clay and glazed to take on the pale green shine of jade. She poured a dark roasted Oolong tea into the handleless cups for them to drink with some dried Mandarin orange slices. They chatted casually until the tea was gone and the children finished the little projects they had taken on. Arthur Francisco presented his to Ana, a simple cutting resembling the petals of a lotus flower.

Both Ana and Arthur Francisco thanked the Liangs for letting him spend the night profusely before they started their return to their own home. The boy talked about everything he did while there on the way. Though the hangover was still making her miserable she didn’t let on around her son, still being the same supportive force. As Arthur followed behind them, he was reminded of the few memories he had of his own mother. It came with a sudden longing, a desire to wholly belong within what he was being offered.

Maybe Arthur did have a future, but he needed to fight hard for the one he wanted.

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Hello 💙 I was wondering if you could write something with the tenth doctor making you cry by getting angry at you and then when he realizes you're crying he comforts you and turns really sweet? Thank you very very much and also thank you for keeping me company with your fics 😄

Thank you anon! I've re-watched some 10th Doctor stuff recently and I forgot just how much I like him as the Doctor (although not with Rose...)

Hope you like the fic!

Title: Confessions

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You wiped away the stray tears as you sat down heavily on your mattress. You sniffed as you felt more tears well up and you blinked rapidly as you tried to will them away. You had heard the Doctor be that harsh before but never, never, towards you. Your head jerked up as you heard soft knock at your door.

“Y/n,” the Doctor said, “Can I come in?”

When you didn’t answer he sighed and you heard him sit down just outside your door. You were grateful that he didn’t try and come in. You were quite ready to see him just yet.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m so, so sorry. I never should’ve raised my voice to you.”

“Then why did you?”

The Doctor sighed and you could picture exactly what he was doing. Closing his eyes and running a hand over his face as he tried to find the right words to say. Words that might be too late.

“Because,” he said eventually, “Because I was scared.���

“Scared?”

You stood up and walked towards the door. You heard the Doctor’s breath hitch slightly, probably thinking that you were going to open the door. Instead you sat down on rest your head against the wood. Such a thin barrier between you and yet you had never felt further away from him.

“Yeah,” the Doctor said, “You know how rare that is?”

He gave a light chuckle but when you didn’t respond it trailed off into an awkward cough. He shifted and continued,

“I thought you were going to die.”

“Wh…What?”

That shocked you. You looked over your shoulder even though you knew that you wouldn’t be able to see the Doctor. You heard him shift on the other side as he continued quietly,

“I’ve lost so many people, y/n. My entire planet, friends, people that I…love,” he practically whispered that word and you almost missed it, “I didn’t want to lose you too. I almost thought I did so when I saw you in the TARDIS I-“

He broke off and gave an awkward cough.

“I was angry at you for almost sacrificing yourself and I was angry at me for almost letting you die. I know that doesn’t excuse what I said and how I said it but I need you to know. I need you to know just how much I care about you.”

While the Doctor was speaking you stood up quietly and put you hand on the door handle. The doctor hadn’t seemed to have noticed you moving until you opened the door. He gave a cry as he fell backwards into your room. He looked up at you and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is this you telling me that you love me?” you asked

“Yes.”

“Right…”

The Doctor quickly scrambled to his feet, making a point not to make any eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Good.”

“If I’ve made you feel awkward as well.”

“Huh?”

“Y’know,” the Doctor shrugged and gave you a quick glance, “If you don’t feel the same.”

“Oh.”

“We can forget it ever happened. The confession that is, not me yelling at you.”

“Doc.”

“Yes?”

“You have a lot of making up to do for yelling at me,” you linked your arm with his, “But I love you too.”

“You do?”

The Doctor beamed at you and pressed at kiss against your cheek. You laughed as you rested your head against his chest as you lead him towards the console room.

“Like I said, you have a lot of making up to do but you can start with a trip of my choosing.”

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When Dilfs collide (UNFINISHED) part1?

PREVIEW NOT FINISHED

2.6K WORDS+ trying to fini soon aaa

MILD NSFW (not many warnings bc it’s not done :P) very nasty talk, vulgar ass mouth it’s Toji guys cmon

Crack ship ig? Idunno man I just thought about merging two worlds, first time writing enjoy 🦇

MINORS DNI

Miguel spent most of his time putting away anomalies. Most of them being villains spiderman or spidermen? Would commonly fight.

Doc Oc, Prowlers’ , even Green Goblins. Sometimes having to call for backup even if he really didn’t want to. Dragging them back to HQ and sending them home. It was somewhat easy, very tiring but nothing new.

But as he stared at the large man with a bulky frame maybe just a inch or two below him, he really thought he finally saw it all.

“You don’t belong here.” Miguel growled at the man.

Finally webbing his ankles together because, holy fuck could this guy move quick. He accepted his defeat. He gave a hearty chuckle and stuck out his lip towards Miguel.

“Not g’na take me to dinner now are ya?” He sneered. The scar on his lip turned upward into a crooked smile. Miguel scowled and opened a portal.

You had been working at the Spider HQ for just over 7 months. Miguel considered you one of the best amongst them. Not because you guys would fuck like catholic rabbits, but because you were an amazing spider. You were in Miguel’s “office” because you liked being in there, the control room everyone would walk in but his office was a little reserved and spacious so you could finally sit in silence. You shut your eyes as you leaned back into his wheeled chair with cushions so soft you wonder how Miguel hasn't been caught sleeping in here.

“HAHAHAHAAA-“ you jumped up.

Miguel’s office door swung open, and he was carrying an awfully large man who was laughing as if he was piss drunk.

“Spider society, you kids are really crazy about Halloween huh?” The man snorted.

Miguel dropped him down and made his way over to you and his desk.

“Move.” He tiredly demanded.

Understanding he’s just having a day you quietly move out of his way for him to sit and type away at his computer.

“Wow, kicking a lady out of her chair, no manners. Cant even be a fuckin’ man eh?” The man snapped out his laughing delirium.

You looked at this guy as he sat on the floor, he looked at you. Somewhat short hair that was black as could be, it stopped middle of his neck, on the taller side, tired eyes, and a noticeable scar on his lip. With a a devilishly mischievous smile.

“You want a fuckin’ photo or something?” He furrowed his brows, and spat on the floor.

You look away sheepishly and mutter an apology before walking back over to Miguel.

“Who’s he?” You ask sweetly.

“No fuckin’ manners, fuckin’ hell.” The man hisses.

“M’ right fuckin’ here ya know?” He grumbles.

“You’re worse than that ‘merc with a mouth’ please shut up.” Miguel sighs. The man rolls his eyes at him, and halts while doing so. You and Miguel could both see a lightbulb form in his head.

“My god is so sensitive.” He chuffed. He smiled and looked around “mm I wonder if it’s just as easy to make you yell as it is for me to get under your skin. Or maybe under the sui-“

Miguel webs his mouth shut, and sighs heavily. Rolling his shoulders as he rubbed his face.

“I don’t know.” He frowned. “Found him, got another problem to add into to the list of the multiverse almost-“

“Almost collapsing I know.” You rub his tense frame.

“Take a breather Miggie, you’re not going through a storm with a cloud overhead.” He sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Ay, I know.” He rolls his eyes and moves slowly towards the door.

“I’m gonna go ask a few spiders for their opinion. Along with where to send him. Watch him and do not let him go.”

You nodded enthusiastically and even did a silly little “attention” pose. Making him smile, oh how you loved his tired smile. He shut the door. You walked over to the man again and leaned down.

“Here sorry about him shushing you, but I’ll get this off since I know it’s probably really uncomfortable.” You say with a smile.

You peel off Miguel’s web carefully so as to not add another scar on his face.

“There we go.” You smile hard under your mask.

“My name is y/n.” You gave a small wave.

The man looked at you for a bit.

“Toji.”

“Toji?”

“That would be it, yes.”

“Nice to meet you To-“

“Could you make it less obvious about you fucking your baby daddy tho, fuck practically garglin’ his balls infront of my fuckin’ face.” He spat.

Your heart thumped really loud at the vulgar words.

“I- we- I just-“

“aht aht, don’t get all shy now, miss spider." he smiled as he tried to reach towards you but ah, his hands also tied.

Mmmm. He sighed.

“Wanna let me out of these baby? I promise I’ll behave.” He gave a fake doe eye look.

“No, Spider-2099-“

“Miguel?” He scoffs.

You swallowed.

“Yes Miguel, said I can’t let you go because-“

“Is he your daddy or something?” He chuckles. Your face is so hot had you not been wearing your mask he would’ve laughed harder.

You turned around and stomped towards Miguel’s chair and sat. Angrily turning it around.

“Aww puppy don’t be so mean. I’m just having as much fun as a tied up man can.” He whined.

You ignored. He gave a heavy ass sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Some shit daddy you got, if I was fucking you, you wouldn’t be this goddamn shy bout sex. I’d have you trained.” He smiled, eyeing you for a reaction.

You turned the chair back around and squinted your eyes. Which he could see.

“I’m not your little fuck toy, Toji.” You spoke through gritted teeth. God forbid you bit down any harder they would’ve cracked.

“Mmm baby don’t say that, g’na hurt my feelings. G’na make me cry, wanna make me cry?” He faux whines.

“YES!” You shouted.

Wow both you and Miguel have such a short fuse. Maybe that’s why you guys work. Here he thought you’d be a sweetheart. Well you were but he likes bringing out the worst in people.

He’s got you right where he wants you. He laughs at you.

“You gonna come and shut me up? Web my mouth closed?” He starts smiling with teeth.

“I just might if you don’t shut the fuck up.” You started to huff.

“Such a naughty little thing, bratty too.” He groaned and stifled out a moan. You were marching towards him each step heavier and angrier than the last.

“If you even think-“ you pointed a finger before you looked down. He was sitting so you could see him squirming but you also saw… a bulge. It was big. And painfully obvious. Now you shouldn’t be so thrown off right now, you’re trying to set a point.

“Mmm have I finally got your attention like you do mine?” He asks. You open your mouth and can’t seem to form a sentence or stop staring at it. It was throbbing in his loosely fitting pants. And you could see every bit of it.

“My god so fucking cock hungry eh?” He smiles. “Never seen a real cock before mmm?” He scoots closer to you. Your eyes stay trained on it, why can’t you look away?? It’s not like you’re new, you’ve seen Miguel’s and he was more than enough. So why are you aroused?? You suck in your bottom lip and grab a breath as Toji leans his face closer to you.

Toji smiles up at you, and lays his head against your thigh while you stand.

“Cmonnn baby.” He plants a kiss on the inner part.

“Untie me. I gotta fuck you. You see how badly I want to no? I can’t fake that.” He moans into your suit.

You tap your foot and chew your lip anxiously. You look at the wall clock then at the room's door.

“Just… one little.” You hold up a finger.

“Mhm yeah- fuck just one little quickie puppy. You can tie me back up after” he’s kissing your clothed thigh. You curse yourself. You should not be this aroused, let alone be giving into fucking. However you and Miguel hadn’t done it in a while because you’re both so busy, and too tired when you really do want too, so you swallow your pride; sigh and remove the strings attaching his hands and ankles together.

To b continued… (very soon)

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Distractions. ( j.m. & e.k. )

pairing: jon x eddie

warnings: m/m, smut, oral, daddy kink, blood ( small ), mentions of sex toys, shower sex

type: one-shot

words: 2,673

summary: eddie helps mox one of the only ways he knows how.

( based on the episode of dynamite/winter is coming! )

a/n: two years. . . geez im so sorry. but i've had this in my drafts forever so forgive if it's a bit rusty. hopefully another one will be posted in a few weeks. enjoy!

AEW Dynamite / Winter Is Coming! 12-2-20 - Jon Moxley vs. Kenny Omega for the AEW Championship.

It was supposed to be a clean fight. He was so stupid to think Omega would play fair. It just proves to Jon just how much of a coward this guy really is. So much for the fucking Gentleman’s agreement. He currently lays in the center of the ring, blood dripping into his eye.

Mox’s body feels like lead even though the anger made it feel like his entire being was set on fire. Despite the dazed look in his eyes, he really wanted to punch something or someone right now.

Jon could hear commotion out on the stage, hearing a certain New Yorker spit curses towards a specific man named Lance Archer. When the brawl breaks out on the stage, Jon works his way under the ropes and stumbles over to the barricade with help from officials.

He just wants to stay and wait for Eddie but he's urged to the back so the Doc could stitch him up. Once he's cleared and free to go, Jon storms off down the hall towards the locker room. He's breaking things and shoving equipment carts out of his way as he rages, a headache brewing at the base of his skull.

All Mox could think of was Callis and Kenny running from the building with his championship.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" He yells out, shoving a cart particularly hard that it topples over, spilling its contents all over the floor. A member of the crew rushes up, trying to calm Jon down. "Get the fuck away from me!" He couldn't remember the last time he was this angry. He feels it boiling under his skin as he gets bombarded.

He just wants to get to the damn locker room. He can feel the tears begin to form behind his eyes as he starts shoving people away from him out of pure fight or flight.

“Hey!”

Everyone freezes at the sound of Kingston’s voice. “Move, Move! What the fuck is going on here?!” Jon’s back is to the commotion as he takes deep breaths.

One of the security guards explains what happened to Eddie, a few words later and he walks over, placing his hands on Jon’s shoulders. “C’mon Mox, let’s go.” He gives him a shove towards the locker room.

Mox does what he’s told and makes his way, shoving the door open. All the wrestlers in there look up when the two enter and all Eddie has to do is glare across the crowd and they’re all scrambling to gather their things. Jon walks over to his cubby and sits inside, head dropping into his hands with a hefty sigh.

After making sure there’s no one else in the room, Eddie locks the door and heads over, stopping in front of Mox’s sulking form. He reaches up and runs his fingers through the bit of hair on the top of his head.

Jon drops his hands and rests his forehead against Kingston’s stomach. He’s still breathing heavily and the tears he’d tried so desperately to hold back now spill freely down his cheeks.

Eddie knows Mox doesn’t need words right now. He trails his fingers down and cups his chin, gently pulling Jon’s head up.

The look in his eyes alone made Eddie want to hunt Kenny down and do unspeakable, extremely violent things to him. “Oh baby boy. . .” He cups Jon’s face with both hands and wipes the tears away with his thumbs.

Sniffling, Jon leans into the older man's touch, his shoulders dropped, eyes closing. "D-Daddy. . ." His voice cracks and Kingston leans down, pressing his forehead against Mox's. "I'm here baby. I'm here." Their lips connect in a kiss and Jon's hands reach up, gripping onto his shoulders.

Eddie reaches between them and rests his hands on his hips, reluctantly breaking the kiss. "Let's go get you cleaned up, yeah?" Jon nods solemnly, letting go as Eddie rises, taking a hold of one of his hands automatically and tugging Mox up. He leads him to the showers, stopping him in front of an end stall.

“Undress for me.” He instructs, reaching in and turning on the water to piping hot just the way he knew the other loved. Jon fumbles with his belt, pulling it through the loops. He knows he’s being a little dramatic but he just couldn’t help it. He should’ve paid more attention during the match, he should’ve-

“Hey, baby boy. Hey. . .” Eddie’s soft tone cuts through his thoughts. Warm hands replace his own and Kingston works on getting Mox out of his jeans.

Something resembling a whimper leaves his lips as his boyfriend helps him undress the rest of the way. “Thank you. . .” Eddie maneuvers him under the spray of the water, careful not to get himself wet. “You’re welcome sweetheart.”

He steps back, arms crossing over his chest and watches Jon’s naked body, his eyes scaling up his toned legs, to his perfect ass and up his- abs? Eddie blinks, finding Jon’s now facing him, his big blue eyes gazing up at him.

“Please join me daddy?”

He smiles, actually smiles. The only thing that gets him to smile now-a-days. He starts to undress, kicking off his timbs and shedding each layer one by one. “Since you asked so sweetly.” Mox watches as he strips, subconsciously licking his lips when Kingston slips off his boxers and steps into the shower.

They step into each other and Jon wraps his arms around the other’s neck, planting a firm kiss on his lips. Eddie smiles into it and grabs the younger man’s ass, pulling him flush against his body. He can barely taste Mox’s blood mixing into the kiss because of the water washing over them.

Jon groans into Kingston's mouth when he feels their cocks brush against one another. Eddie deepens the kiss, sliding his hands down to the back of Jon's thighs. He lifts him up, wrapping his legs around him. "Fuck King. . ." Jon pants, locking his ankles together.

"You act like I don't fuck ya like this all the time." The man smirks, pushing Jon back against the tiled wall, holding him there. Moxley’s head lulls back with a thud as Kingston begins trailing his kisses down the column of his throat.

“Mmm, and? Lemme enjoy how fuckin’ jacked my man is, okay?” The two engage in a mini stare down before Eddie grins, slowly spreading his ass apart. “Oh f-fuuuck. . .” Jon’s moans echo throughout the showers at the stretch.

The elder smirks, maneuvering Jon’s ass over his cock. “Feel good baby?” Mox whimpers when he feels the head of his cock pressing against his hole. “Yes daddy, fuck. . . please, wanna feel you inside me.” He wiggles his hips, a long moan leaving his lips as Eddie sinks all the way into him.

“That’s my boy, takin’ me so well,” Kingston’s voice is deep and rough in Jon’s ear. Shudders rack his body as he tightens his hold on Eddie. Rough hands settle on his hips, giving him time to adjust. Eddie gives him a few more seconds before working him up and back down his thick cock.

  “Shit, have you been usin’ your toys?” Eddie groans out as he fucks up into Jon. All Mox could manage is a smirk as he swiveled his hips, letting him feel the answer to his own question. Eddie slips in and out of him easily, a chuckle on his lips.

  “You’re such a tease baby boy. But fuck if I don’t love it-” Eddie’s cut off by Jon grabbing the back of his neck and slamming their lips together in a sloppy kiss.

“An’ you talk too much, put your words where your cock is, daddy." He purrs, beginning to fuck down against him at a steady pace. He rejoined their lips and slips his tongue into Kingston’s mouth; gently running it over his to get him to stop talking.

Their hot breaths mingle as Eddie clutches Mox’s hips, helping him ride his cock faster. He groans at the assault on his tongue, feeling him suck the muscle gently.

Jon knows what he’s doing to his boyfriend, but he’s justified- kinda. Mox snickers into the other’s mouth, a string of moans leaving him when he brushes that special spot inside him.

Eddie’s top lip curls into a smirk, fingers gripping his boy’s hips harder; He’s almost positive there’s gonna be bruises in their place tomorrow.

He didn’t need any affirmation to know that he’d found Jon’s prostate. He whimpers, tightening his hold around Kingston’s neck, pressing their foreheads together rather hard.

Jon can’t help the string of begs that leave him as he gets closer and closer to reaching his end. “P-Please daddy. . . I needa cum, please.” Eddie chuckles roughly, panting against each other’s mouth as he reaches between them, wrapping his hand around Jon’s cock. His eyes roll back into his head as Eddie’s firm grip. “Shit daddy, please, please!”

His wrecked pleas and whimpers are music to Kingston’s ears as he begins to jerk him. “That’s daddy’s desperate boy.” He growls hotly against Jon’s ear. Warm tears of pleasure spill down Mox’s cheeks as he feels his orgasm creep up on him starting in his toes.

Jon cups the back of Eddie’s head and wraps his other arm around his shoulders for support. “Fuck daddy ‘m s-so close pl-plea-” Jon’s mumbles are cut short as he spills over Eddie’s fingers; the elder milking his cock to the last drop.

Eddie kisses away some tears along both Jon’s cheeks as he works him through his high. “That’s it baby boy, did such a good job for me.” Eddie coos, his thrusts slowing to a stop. Jon lets his head fall back, goosebumps erupting all over his body.

“You didn’t get to cum. . .” Shaking his head fondly, Eddie wraps his arm fully around Jon’s waist, walking them over so he could shut off the now icy water.

“Mm, wasn’t ‘bout me tonight.”

Jon squeezes around his boyfriend’s cock still inside him, whimpers of pleasure leaving his lips as Kingston walks back towards the lockers. “Gonna pull out now sweet boy, think you can handle it?” A sigh of protest leaves Mox’s lips but he nods anyways.

It takes Mox a few minutes to regain feeling in his legs but Eddie’s right there, holding him up. Comfortable silence settles over them as Eddie pulls out their street clothes.

“I’ll pay ya back with a blowie or somthin’ later.” Rolling his eyes while his back is turned, Eddie grabs one of his towels before facing the other. “Shut the hell up,” He responds playfully, starting to dry Jon off. “You ain’t payin’ back shit.”

Jon grins cheekily, lifting his arms as Eddie runs the towel down his body. “At least let me dry you off too? I can’t have your naked body in front of me and not be able to touch it-.” The end of Jon’s sentence is slightly cut off as Eddie throws the towel in his face.

Jon laughs and catches it before it falls. He could sense Eddie’s patience thinning a little by the look on his face. He walks over and starts drying Eddie’s head and beard.

“Thank you for takin’ care of me,” Jon places a kiss on Kingston's cheekbone, pressing against him lightly, his body language following the opposite the words that just came from Eddie’s lips.

“I can always count on my daddy.” Mox continues to dry him off, tossing the towel away right before getting to his crotch. His hand takes its place, gripping Eddie’s cock triumphantly.

A deep breath exhales through Eddie’s nose, eyes becoming cloudy with lust. “You really don’t like to listen, do ya?” Jon smirks, nipping along his stubble jawline. He tightens his grip, pumping him slowly.

“No’p’e, how else is this relationship gonna work?” He pushes the right half of his body against Eddie’s, knocking him back against the wall. He picks up his pace, a satisfied groan leaving Eddie’s lips.

“I knew you wanted this,” Eddie’s hand comes up quick and clutches the back of Mox’s neck. “ ‘Course I did,'' He grits out, capturing Jon in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. “Always do, but tonight was about you baby.”

Smiling in victory, Jon swipes his thumb over the leaking head in his hand. “I know daddy, but I love your cock and I want to repay you. . .” If Eddie could’ve gotten any harder by just those words alone, he probably would’ve.

He squeezes Jon’s neck, a moan breaking out with his words, “A-Alright baby boy, alright.” Sated, Mox smirks and bites down onto the junction between Eddie’s neck and shoulder. 

A growl leaves Eddie’s throat as Jon bites into his skin, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure down his spine. Trailing nips down the length of Eddie’s body, Jon sinks to his knees and comes eye level with his cock. More precum trickles down the slight curve of Kingston’s dick and it makes Mox’s mouth water.

“C’mon baby boy, clean up your mess. . .” Mox eagerly licks up the sensitive side; Collecting the precum on his tongue before wrapping his lips around the head.

A taste that’s even more distinctly Eddie explodes on his taste buds as Jon expertly swallows him to the base. He breathes through his nose, feeling his boyfriend filling his throat with every pump from his hips, making Mox’s eyes roll back into his head in pleasure.

Eddie’s head thrashes back and forth against the concrete, his thoughts getting fuzzy each time Jon takes him all the way. “Fuck baby, that’s it. . . always thinkin’ of daddy. Such a good boy.”

Moxley’s whole body is sore, his head full on pounding now but he definitely didn’t want to be anywhere else right now. The feeling of the cold floor on his knees helps cool his still overheating body.

He sighs when Kingston reaches down and runs his fingers through his beard. A sign that his boyfriend was close to his end.

Suddenly pulling off with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop’, Jon wraps his hand around Eddie’s cock, keeping the same pace as his mouth. “Gonna cum for me already daddy? Was I that good?” His eyes flick up and lock on Eddie’s, the hand on his jaw tightening.

Praise was something Kingston knew Jon craves, and he’s going to give him exactly what he wants.

“Mhm, so fuckin’ good baby. You know what you do to d-daddy.” Mox kisses around the head as he jerks Eddie faster, wrapping his lips around the tip. “Fuck, gonna make me cum so good baby boy, such a pretty mouth. . .” Eddie’s thumb rubs against Mox’s cheek, his breath hitching as Jon takes him fully down again. His hips begin thrusting against Mox’s face, both of his hands holding his head still.

Eddie’s body goes rigid as he cums down Jon’s throat, his groans echoing through the locker room. Mox swallows everything that’s given to him as Kingston pumps into his mouth. He places his hands on Eddie’s thighs to stabilize himself, watery eyes watching every expression on Eddie’s face as he sucks him dry.

Eddie pulls Mox off him and up into a messy kiss, tasting himself. “Shit baby boy, you always give the best head,” He chuckles against the other’s lips, feeling Jon’s arms wrap around his middle. “Funny to think you weren’t gonna let me.” Jon smirks, leaning into the pressure when Eddie wraps a hand around his throat.

“You’re so fuckin’ annoying.” Eddie replies with a fond eye roll, pecking Mox’s lips a few times. Mox kisses back eagerly each time before eventually pulling away so they could get dressed and leave. Jon walks with his head held a little higher as he and Kingston walk out to their rental.

Even though he lost tonight, even though Kenny cheated and basically spit in the face of what he was doing to carry AEW through this shit storm of a year. Mox is definitely sure he left being the real winner.

fin.

#moxeddie #eddie kingston x jon moxley #jon moxley x eddie kingston #eddie kingston #jon moxley #aew #jon x eddie #eddie x jon #fanfic

[finalism]

@spadilled : sleep has never come easily to the stoneheart. not since the familiar sounds of the desert at night were replaced by pained groans of teenagers in his same position or the constant hum of electricity keeping the ipc building running near constantly. maybe that's why avgin blinks and finds himself stood outside the doctor's door, eyes burning with lack of sleep and head spinning with something else entirely.

the knock is less confident than he really planned it to sound but it'll do, he supposes. not that aventurine can find it in himself to force a smile upon his lips either way as ratio opens the door and they're stood face to face. amethyst eyes are dull, the taste of alcohol on his tongue long since faded to a memory as aventurine sways on his feet and finds himself staring past the good doctor.

"evening, doc." voice falls flat, and little effort is made to hide the fact. "you... busy?"

he looks like a stray the way he is stood at the door looking much smaller than usual. the ostentatious peacock has lost his luster and before ratio is merely the child slave forced to survive in an ugly world. the fact that aventurine is here is enough of a cry for help without even speaking a word.

part of the doctor would like nothing more than to pull aventurine into a hug and shield him from the cold. but that is not who they are anymore. aventurine of stratagems made sure of that. still, as a doctor, he cannot leave such a pitiful-looking man out on the street. so ratio sighs heavily and steps aside, allowing aventurine entry into his home.

" have you even eaten day, idiot gambler? " what is it really a gamble when they both know ratio will always answer?

#spadilled #𝐝𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 : vincit omnia veritas / ic. #this taking place before they get back together though...