#Please stop asking me when we’ll get a trailer. I don’t know when it’s gonna happen.

[estrellami-1]

Steve felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. The TV at Family Video was turned on to the news station (the tiebreaker when he and Robin couldn’t agree), and a reporter was saying something about a gruesome murder, limbs snapped, teenage boy suspect, and it all swirled and came together until Steve saw the trailer in the background.

Oxygen evaded him. He gasped, trying to remember how to breathe, how to stay grounded, because freaking out wasn’t going to help anything right now-

“Steve!” The front door banged open and Dustin ran in. “How many phones do you have?”

Steve blinked at Dustin. Managed a breath, another one. His brain still felt like it was swimming through molasses. “Why?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like it should’ve been obvious and gestured to the TV. “I’m gonna call Eddie. And, like, everyone. You know what situation this is, right? And that’s Eddie’s trailer. And he doesn’t know anything about this.”

“I know,” Steve murmured, thinking. “Okay, let’s go.” He spared a glance Robin’s direction. She nodded.

Dustin frowned. “Go where?”

“To go find Eddie. I know where he’ll be.”

“How? Steve? Steve, you don’t even know him. Steve?”

Steve ignored the questions. “Get buckled. You got your radio?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good, keep it on you.” Still ignoring all of Dustin’s questions, he peeled out of the parking lot, making his way to the place he and Eddie had promised each other they’d go if shit hit the fan.

He pulled up to the shed and gestured for Dustin to follow as he cautiously walked inside.

“Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Eddie, it’s Dustin, are you here?”

Steve should’ve said something, should’ve let Eddie hear his voice, but it’s too late because he touched the tarp Eddie’s under and suddenly his back was against the wall, a broken beer bottle against his neck. “Eddie,” he murmured calmly, even as his pulse skyrocketed. He vaguely heard Dustin saying something about his mother. “Eddie, put down the bottle, please. It’s okay. It’s just me and Dustin. No one followed us here. I know what you saw, I know what happened. I know you didn’t kill Chrissy, Eddie. I know you’re scared and don’t know what’s going on, but we’re gonna help you, okay? You’re not alone.”

Eddie dropped the bottle with a slight gasp, eyes widening as he realized who he’s looking at. “Shit,” he whispered, gently placing his hands on Steve’s shoulders. They were shaking. “Steve. Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” he promised, his own hands finding Eddie’s waist. “And you? Are you okay?”

“Christ, Steve, I dunno.” He let out a weak laugh and dropped his head to Steve’s shoulder. “She just… she was sayin’ she thought she was crazy, paranoid, and then she’s in the air, and the sound, Steve, Jesus fuck, I’m never gonna forget it as long as I live, and then she- she’s dead, and-”

“I know,” Steve promised quietly, pulling him into a hug. “I know. It’ll be okay. C’mon, my house is safe. We can go there, lay low. Want me to get Wayne too? The trailer’s a crime scene right now, he’s gotta go somewhere else anyways.”

“Yeah. Please. Just… gimme a minute.”

“I’ll give you all the minutes,” Steve promised nonsensically. “We’ll get everyone together, figure out how to beat it. We’ve done it before.”

“Um,” Dustin said, “what the fuck?”

“Watch it,” Steve warned, tracing Eddie’s spine with his palm. “Did you really think the former king of Hawkins High didn’t buy from the best dealer in town?”

Dustin stared at him, disbelieving. “You’ve never gotten high in your life. I don’t think you’ve ever relaxed in your life.”

Eddie murmured something in Steve’s ear that caused him to roll his eyes and pinch Eddie’s side, smiling when he twitched. “You shush,” he admonished before turning back to Dustin. “I have gotten high. I stopped when I started watching you and the rest of the ankle-biters.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Okay, so explain this. Explain how cuddling your drug dealer is normal behavior.”

Steve tapped Eddie’s back, who tilted his head up again to whisper into Steve’s ear. “You sure?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded.

“‘S fine.”

“M’kay. If you say so.” He stroked a hand down Eddie’s back again before returning his attention to Dustin. “Eddie’s not just my drug dealer. He’s my boyfriend.”

Dustin blinked. “You’re not gay.”

“Nope. It’s called bisexual. ‘S when you like both guys and girls.”

Dustin narrowed his eyes. “But… Robin?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Platonic, like I’ve told you a million times before, you twerp.”

Dustin shook his head. “Wait. You and Eddie?”

“Christ, I’d have better luck talking to a brick at this point. Yes, me and Eddie. Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

“Well, yeah,” Dustin said, like it was obvious, unaware of the way Steve and Eddie and both stiffened at his words. “You’re, like, my brothers or some shit. I don’t want my brothers dating each other. Besides, you both could do so much better.”

Eddie snorted and looked up at Dustin. “Not sure that’s how that works, bud.”

“Sure it is,” Dustin shrugged.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Not the point,” he reminded them both. “Eds, c’mon, let’s get you to my house. Dustin, can you walkie everyone? Tell them to meet us there?”

Dustin shook his head, but brought the walkie up to his mouth anyways. “Uh… guys? We’re meeting at Steve’s house ASAP. Over.”

“That’s not proper form, dipshit. Over.”

“Shut the fuck up, how about that? Over.”

“Fucking hell,” Steve murmured, grabbing the walkie from Dustin. “Listen up, twerps, my house, twenty minutes, move it. Over and out.”

Eddie began to grin at Steve. “‘S kinda hot, Stevie.”

“Oh, god,” Dustin said, screwing up his face. “No. Nope. We’re not going there. Just… let’s go. Before I try to bleach my brain.”

Steve chuckled, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and ruffling Dustin’s hair through his hat. “Glad you’re safe, Eds. Let’s go.”

#throwing my hat in the ring for the #‘Steve and Eddie were together before everything went down’ trope #is the phrase ‘throwing my hat in the ring’ #or does that mean giving up #I can’t remember #anyways #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #use your imagination for the other Party member on the walkie #I hope someone likes this. ik it’s overdone but #I had fun #unofficial name is ‘cuddle your drug dealer’ #because I am the funniest person ik sometimes #or maybe just the punniest #starambles

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

you can do one where female reader and jenna are interviewing and at some point they start staring intensely and jenna kisses the reader knowing that jenna wanted to keep the fans informed about their relationship while the reader didn't because she's very shy ? ;)

thank you!

Shy Love

Word count: 2.0K

Summary: request above

Warnings: none

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

Ughhh this was so cute to write! I hope y’all like it!🤍✨

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Your first ever role as an actress was a blast, you didn’t expect all the fame that came with it and most particularly all the love from fans and from one person in particular. Jenna Ortega. You two had met on set of her new series “Wednesday”. You portrayed one of the member of nightshade and even though you were a side character you still got some importance and some recognition for the role you portrayed. You have always admired that girl, and even though you two didn’t really know each other at first, when you shot your first scene together you started spending more time together and grew real close.

You would spend a lot of time in her trailer at night after the recordings finished and you two had grown really intimate with each other. She would snuggle up to you and viceversa, you eventually developed some feelings for her and even though you were too shy to admit them, you didn’t have to because she was the first one to kiss you. From that day on you got together and started out your relationship together. She had been pushing a lot to make your relationship public, but no one knew you a lot yet, you were afraid of being judged by her fans so you always asked her to not make it public just yet, at least wait until people knew you better, and she always respected your decision.

Fast forward to today, you were going on your first premiere ever. The show had been out for about a week now, of course everyone had already binge watched it a lot of times. You and Jenna were about to leave her apartment and you stood nervously in the hall as you waited for Jenna. “Honey are you almost done? The premiere starts soon! You don’t want to be late right?” You called for her nervously, and you heard her laugh from the other room before catching up to you. Your jaw immediately dropped as you saw her coming out of her room, god she looked gorgeous. Of course she was wearing her black outfit with the black thin veil on her head. “Wow… you look-“ you put your hands on her waist as you gently pulled her close to you. “You look amazing” she smiled at your comment, gently biting her own lip as she looked at you as well.

“Have you seen yourself? You’re like, the most stunning person I’ve ever seen. No wonder why you’re my girlfriend” she said putting her hands on her cheek. That made you blush a lot and in this position you couldn’t look away. She loved making you blush. You were wearing a white top with a black skirt, nothing too elegant as you weren’t the protagonist of the night, your girlfriend was. Not that you minded that, you weren’t one for attentions. “Come on let’s go” she took your hand as you headed to the door “Jenna wait,” you stopped and she turned around to look at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “We’re not… gonna go public tonight, right?” You asked, fidget with your own fingers in anxiety and looking worried.

“Honey…” Jenna said, once again walking closer to you and taking your hand gently. “We’ll have to eventually-“ you interrupted her soon enough “I know that Jenna, but please, not today..” she looked at you with pleading eyes, which only led you to talk again “it’s the first time they see me, it’s the first time people want to interview me and I’m already nervous for this, please just let’s not add to it with going public. No one knows me well and-“ your girlfriend interrupted you again, seeing you were about to panic. “Babe, calm down” she squeezed your hand, making you look at her “we’re not gonna go public, okay? I get it that you’re nervous but really the interviews are not a big deal, you’ll get used to it” she smiled and you nodded having calmed down a bit. Shen pulled you in for a sweet kiss before heading to the premiere, in two different cars as to not get noticed too much.

When you arrived, of course you didn’t get much recognition, having portrayed a side character, but there was still a small group of people that loved you and that yelled in admiration when you got out of the car. If you wanted to get used to this, you knew you’d had to stop being shy and get used to all of this. However at some point everyone else started arriving too, and you went and said hi to them with a small hug, including your girlfriend as you didn’t want to draw too much attentions on the two of you. Then, you decided to stop by a few people and talk with them, take photos with them so that you’d get used to it. However, all of you got soon called to the carpet to start taking pictures. You didn’t know how to pose, but you followed everyone else and eventually posed. You were standing right behind Jenna and all you wanted to do was turn her around and kiss her.

Eventually after the pictures with all of us were taken, we were split up for single photos. “(Y/N) over here please!” This sentence kept ringing in your ears the whole time, people wanted to take photos with you and you didn’t know where to look, but eventually ended up posing for the cameras like you were supposed to and looking in different cameras for each pictures. This was all too overwhelming for you, the confusion, the too many people. You didn’t like this one bit. This is why after the last Photo Booth you quickly ran backstage, trying to calm down your nerves. You drank a whole bottle of water and fixed your hair as you tried to breathe slower, but it was getting hard.

“Hey Jen, have you seen (Y/N)? Journalists have been looking for her but she’s not around” Emma asked her when she saw Jenna finish up with her interview. Of course the cast crew knew about the relationship and also knew that you wanted to keep private, so she talked quietly. “The last time I saw her she was on the carpet taking pictures, isn’t she there?” She replied her own questions after looking over at the carpet and seeing no one. “I’ll go check backstage” Emma nodded at her statement and watched as Jenna went backstage. She did find you, but you were in the middle of a panic attack.

“(Y/N)? Hey, calm down love” she said walking over to you as she took your face in her hands, making you look at her as she saw the panicked tears in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” She asked quietly. She hated seeing you like this, it didn’t happen often. You were too panicked to even talk to her so she started whispering sweet nothings to you and trying to calm you down, all while the journalists were looking for you outside. “Do you feel like you can talk to me now? It’s okay if you can’t” she reassured you, but eventually you managed to talk. “Jen this is too much for me, there are too many people, I don’t know how to act, it’s so strange and different for me I don’t know how to deal with it” you started, this whole time Jenna kept a hand on your cheek, gently caressing it to calm you down.

“Love I completely understand how you feel… my first time to a premiere was like this too. I know how to help you” she said and gave you a small smile as she fixed your make up that had smeared with the crying. “Now we’re gonna go back outside together. If you get called for interviews I’ll make them with you. I won’t leave you alone okay? I’ll be there the whole time.” She suggested. It took you a while, but eventually you accepted and went with her, holding hands until you were completely outside, people started cheering for the both of you again. “Can you handle it?” She asked nicely and you nodded, taking a deep breath as you went for your first ever interview.

“Well good Evening (Y/N)! You look gorgeous!” The interviewer said. You were aware that interviews at premieres were like this, but hearing the words directed at yourself was very much different. You blushed and smiled brightly as the interviewer made compliments to Jenna too. “Thank you so much, it’s nice being here” you said smiling as you looked around. “And it’s nice having you here! Am I right saying this is your first ever interview as an actress and on set with THE Jenna Ortega?” The woman asked. She was being very nice, you were quite comfortable with her questions. “Yes this is my first ever interviews. I have to say that I didn’t expect all this recognition but it’s really nice actually. It was also my first time on a tv show set, but it was amazing. Everyone was amazing, too. I made really good friends with everyone, especially with Jenna” you said looking at her who was now at your side. You stared at her briefly, glancing from her eyes to her lips and viceversa.

“She’s become kind of like my best friend, that is” you said as you turned back to the interviewer. “She is the nicest person I ever met I have to say” she smiled at your words and stared at you back in awe. “You said you didn’t expect this much recognition right? How is that?” The woman asked. “Well, I’ve never acted in my life before the show and even if I portrayed a side character, the experience taught me a lot. Usually side characters don’t get loved a lot, but mine did and it’s lovely because that means that I did a great job, and I’m so proud of that and of what that made me” you nodded as you spoke your words. The interview continued for a while more and the woman started asking more personal questions.

“So, people here want to know, are you in a relationship with anyone at the moment? Because a lot of fans have been simping over you and they want to know” the question made you blush and stare at Jenna. You didn’t know how to reply to that and you smiled awkwardly. “Well uh- it’s…” you looked at Jenna once again, who eventually came into the view of the camera and kissed you softly, caressing your cheek. After a while she pulled back and you looked down embarrassed. “Yes, she’s in a relationship. With me if you didn’t understand that” Jenna said right after the kiss. the interview finished like that as you heard the fans around you scream and cheer in excitement. Your cast members were happy as hell too. Jenna being the happiest of them all as you had turned as red as a tomato

When the night was over you two stepped in the same car and the autist started driving you towards your shared apartment. “Jen you’re so freaking crazy!” You told her as you laughed and jokingly pushed her shoulder. She looked at you with nothing but love. “Well I made you less nervous didn’t I?”

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

[louloulemons-posts]

My Year

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : When the demobats start attacking the trailer and Eddie goes to protect you what’ll happen?

Word Count : 1.5K

Warnings : Angst, S4EP9, Hurt Eddie, Pet names, mentions of death, mentions of injury, use of Y/N, swearing, not proofread, sad reader, angst with fluffy-ish ending.

Authors note : This is my first time writing angst so please leave any tips 🤍

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Running through the darkness, the lightening flashed once more. You could hear Dustin’s faint shouting in the background and the screeching of bats had halted.

“Eddie!” you called out, moving as quickly as you could. Hands shaking, and lungs burning you pushed yourself to keep running. “Eddie where are you?” you shouted once more.

Dodging as many thick vines as you could, the red sky flashed once more, thundering booms echoing all around. He had run out, pulled the rope made out of sheets and ran. Playing hero like he said he wouldn’t.

You and Dustin stacked chairs and got you back into the Upside Down safely. Telling the young boy to stay put and wait for the others, you didn’t wait for his reply as you ran to find the curly haired boy.

Feet thumping against the ground, your heart beat throbbing in your ears, cuts and bruising plastering your skin, you couldn’t stop. You had to find him.

“Eddie!” you shouted out once more. Noticing demobats bodies littering the ground, “Eddie!Eds where are you?” Listening out for any sound, a quiet, “Here, Y/N, here,” came out.

Running round a corner you saw him, lay on the ground, blood covering almost every inch. “Eddie!” Dropping the bat you had in your hand you bolted over to him.

Falling down on your knees you gently pulled his head into your lap. “Oh god Eds, why did you do that huh? Why would you do that?” You eyes began to sting with tears, seeing the boy you loved so hurt, bleeding out.

“I couldn’t … let them … hurt … y-you,” he said between shaky breaths. “Oh my sweet boy. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

Placing your hands on his bleeding stomach, he groaned out.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you said softly, hearing more screeching in the distance. “Eds we’ve gotta go,” carefully you lifted his upper half, keeping a hand on his stomach.

He cried out, “Just … just give me a second,” he whined. You lay him down gently, “Of course, we do this at your pace,” brushing his hair out of his face, you saw blood trickle from his mouth.

His eyes were glassy, “I didn’t run away this time right?”

“No, no you didn’t. You’re the hero babe, you’re my hero,” you said, tears burning your eyes.

“I think it’s finally my year Y/N.”

“It is, we’re gonna get out of here and graduate, and you’re gonna play that solo to the guys when you next practice.”

“I love you,” he said, eyes getting heavy.

“No, no. Eddie come on, you’ve gotta get up now.”

“We both know only one of us is making it out of here.”

“No. Come on,” you pulled his arm over your shoulder, and lifted the pair of you.

“I’m sorry,” you said as Eddie screamed. Wrapping your hand around his waist, he fell on to you. “There you go Eds, lean on me. We’re gonna go home now, see Wayne.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it,” he said, breathless. “Yes you are. You’ve got this, and even then, I’ve got you.” Slowly you walked, basically dragging Eddie with you.

“Sweetheart, I can’t.”

“Yes you can. I’m not leaving you here. I won’t, if you stay I stay.” He huffed at that.

“Well we better get out then,” he chuckled, coughing.

“Steady. Take it easy,” you said, rubbing his side gently. You both moved slowly again, coming round the corner, seeing Eddies trailer in the distance. “There we go, almost there,” you said.

He grunted, “Can we … can we take a break, just a minute?” He asked. You nodded, pulling him round so he was almost hugging you. “I’m so tired baby,” he whispered.

“I know Sweet Boy, but we’re almost there. Then we’ll get you to the hospital and it’ll be okay.”

“We both know I’m getting arrested. But hey, I’ll live … maybe.”

“Hey! Don’t say that. Either of those things. You’ll be fine, everything’s gonna be fine.”

He nodded into your neck. “You ready?” You asked. “Mhm let’s go,” grunting as he went, you slowly moved again. The thunder boomed and lightning flashed as you went.

In the distance you spotted 3 figures, you halted in your place, “rest up for a second babe,” you said, stroking Eddies hair, before shouting, “Harrington!”

The boys head popped up along with two feminine figures, Robin and Nancy. They were all okay. “Over here! Help us!” You shouted, the three began sprinting.

“Hey look, helps on the way,” you said to Eddie. He didn’t reply. His eyes were closed.

“Eds?”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sat on an uncomfortable hospital chair, your back ached and eyes stung. A rhythmic beeping sound, had never made you so thankful.

Eddie was lay in front of you, covered in bandages and connected to multiple machines. He’d lost a lot of blood and the doctors said he was extremely lucky.

Police officers had been round and believed the story that Jason Carver was actually the one behind all of this. Blaming Eddie due to his eccentric ways, saying he had freaked out after accidentally killing Chrissy.

Wayne had come in and out, he was currently getting you something to eat and drink, along with a change of clothes, as you downright refused to leave Eddies side.

You clothes were dirty and ripped, along with covered in blood from you and Eddie. You’d had a few other visitors, Nancy, Robin, Lucas when he could pull himself away from Max. Steve had only just pulled an exhausted Dustin away.

Squeezing on Eddies hand gently you whispered, “Come on Sweet Boy, show me those pretty eyes, that’s all I want to see.”

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You shook the boy violently, “Eddie wake up!” You said, as he slumped. “Hurry!” You shouted to the three who were running towards you. “What happened?” Steve asked, as he pulled one of Eddies arms over his shoulder.

The taller boy a dead weight between you. “He ran out, wanted to lead the bats away, they attacked him. We’ve gotta get him out,” you cried, tears now freely falling.

“I’ll carry him Y/N,” Nancy said, gently swapping places with you and Robin held you close, rubbing your arm comfortingly, “Come on Munson, let’s go clear your name,” Steve said, as you four of you began to walk back to the trailer. Eddie being dragged behind.

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You, Robin and Nancy had passed him through to Dustin and Steve, even then the boy didn’t come too.

But he was here now, in this bed. Breathing. Heart beating. Doctors and nurses at his call.

You rested your head on the bed, still holding his hand. Face rubbing against the scratchy hospital sheets. You didn’t think you could cry anymore, it didn’t seem possible.

But when you felt a hand in your hair, rubbing gently you didn’t even move as you let out an almighty sob. Squeezing his hand and feeling it reciprocated.

“You wanted to see my pretty eyes and now you can’t look at me?” He said, voice croaky. You laughed as you sat up, wiping your eyes and looking at him.

His skin was pale and his eyes bloodshot but so so beautiful. “I’m okay,” he said softly. You could only cry. “It’s alright now Sweetheart.”

“I thought I was going to lose you Eds! You never do anything like that again!” You scolded him. “Yes ma’am I don’t plan on it.”

You smile at him, “I need to get a nurse let them know you’re awake.”

“Not yet. Don’t go yet. What happened? Why aren’t I cuffed?” He asked.

“Well Nancy, Steve and Robin helped me get you back and Dustin helped get you through. We got you here … blamed everything on Carver. He’s dead Eddie.”

“Did anyone else get hurt?” You nodded, knowing he’d taken a liking to the young redhead. “Wayne?” He asked.

“No! He’s okay, was here’s actually, just went to get some things.”

“Then who?”

“Max. Broken bones, eyes were cloudy. Vecna started what he did to Chrissy on Max. We don’t know if she’ll make it Eds.”

“God,” he sighed, head falling back into the pillow.

“She’s a strong girl. She can do it I’m sure.”

He nodded, both of you knowing the optimism was a lie on both ends. “You’re a free man, we’re gonna get you back to full health. I’ll look after you. I promise.”

“Does it look bad?” He asked. Standing up you smiled at him, “It looks really fucking metal babe,” you pecked him lips.

“I love you,” he said.

You pulled away from him looking at his beautiful face. You hadn’t said those words yet. “You do?” You asked.

“I really do. More than anything, more than I thought was possible. I love you.”

You kissed him again, longer, more passionately. “I love you too Edward Munson.”

You would both be okay. All of you would be. Eddie, Max. Everyone. It was going to be fine.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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[prettypiscesgal]

Friends without benefits

Summary: You have a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie, but it all falls apart after the beautiful Chrissy Cunningham catches his eye.

Warnings: [18+] lots of angst & allusions to smut.

Listen while reading:

Back to the old House - The Smiths

Goodbye to love - Phoebe Bridgers

part 1 - read part 2 here

“Eddie-” I try to say, but am cut off when he aggressively presses his lips against mine, moaning dramatically. “Ed, slow down.”

“Can’t.” He whispers breathlessly against my neck, kissing and biting at the skin there. “Need you.”

“Jesus, you in heat or something?” I laugh, pushing at his shoulders. “Did you forget we’re in the janitors closet?”

He just smirks and shrugs, “I don’t mind everyone hearing how good I make you feel.” He murmurs seductively, placing his hands on my hips and squeezing.

“Oh please. You’re way louder than me during sex. They’ll be hearing how good I make you feel.” I reply, jabbing my finger into his chest.

His face scrunches up in disbelief, “I am not that loud.”

I raise my eyebrows at this, “Oh really?” He nods and I clear my throat, making my voice deep and whiny to mimic his, “‘Y/N, please. Oh god, you feel so good. Don’t stop, mo-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He says, slapping his hand over his mouth.

The bell rings and I lick his hand just before he can pull it away, causing him to whine and scrunch his face up in disgust. “You’re a nuance.”

“You’re a nerd.”

We both walk out of the janitors closet before the halls could fill with students and he turns to me with a smile, “See ya later, missy.” He ruffles my hair before running off to his class that he was probably failing.

My smile drops the second he’s gone, replaced with disappointment. It’s like this everytime, so I don’t know why I’m so disappointed when I know it’s coming.

It’s the same routine. We’ll mess around, whether it be in the closet, his trailer, or some other secret spot he’s found, and then he’ll treat me like I’m just his little sister. Not someone he could actually be in a relationship with.

I don’t even know how it happened. We just ended up kissing once, things escalated, and ever since then there’s been some unspoken friends with benefits thing.

I mean, it’s not like I don’t enjoy it. I love it. At least, I did at first. But, at some point I guess I caught feelings. Which is against the number one rule of friends with benefits relationships.

But, shit happens, I guess.

———

Lunch time rolls around and I’m just excited to see Eddie. That’s the only part of school I actually enjoy.

He’s sitting at our usually lunch table with the rest of the hellfire club. I’m not in hellfire, I don’t really understand DnD even a little, but I always come to the campaigns. I have my own little chair next to Eddie’s.

“Hey guys!” I smile, placing down my lunch tray and sitting down next to Dustin and Eddie. They all shut up the second they notice me, staring at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on..”

“Nothing!” Dustin and Mike shout at the same time. I furrow my eyebrows, looking to Eddie for an answer. He looks down at his food, looking guilty.

“Lucas?” I ask, looking at him from across the table.

“Just some guy stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” He quickly makes up some stupid excuse.

“Guy stuff?” I scoff, looking at Dustin again, who is practically sweating under my stare. “Dustin..”

“We we’re talking about Chrissy Cunningham!” He finally exclaims, breathing heavily as if keeping that secret took a major toll on him.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay? What about her?”

My smile falls when I see Lucas, Dustin, and Mike looking at me with pity on their eyes. My eyebrows furrow and I look to Eddie who looks practically terrified.

“We we’re just admiring how good she looked in her cheer uniform.” Jeff finally admits and I scoff, rolling my eyes at the boys.

“So you guys were just scared I was gonna get mad at you for checking out some girl?” I laugh, crossing my arms over my chest as they all look away with the same guilty expression. “Boys these days.” I shake my head with a laugh, beginning to eat my food.

“Not just that.” Dustin mumbles, but everyone can still hear his voice through the deafening silence at the table.

“What else?” I ask, furrowing my brows. Dustin doesn’t answer, just glares at Eddie. I turn to look at him, and he’s still staring at his food. “Eddie?”

He looks up at me, seeing my confused expression and finally sighing, leaning back in his chair, “I was… thinking about asking Chrissy out.”

My heart drops to my stomach.

“Why would I be upset about that?” I say through a fake smile, pushing my food around on my plate and trying to stop my hands from shaking.

“Um.. I dunno..” He shrugs. I knew why he was nervous. Because this means we would stop with the ‘benefits’ part of our friendship.

Everyone else at the table knew the real reason I would be upset though. Everyone could tell I was in love with him. Everyone but Eddie. They didn’t even know about our secret little hookups and they could still tell.

“It’s okay. You should ask her out.” I tell him, making direct eye contact with him to make sure he understood that I was okay with this.

Even though I wasn’t.

He smiles brightly, practically glowing in his seat for the rest of lunch while I was struggling to even swallow my food down with the lump growing in my throat.

The second the last bell of the day rings, I’m running out of school, excited to get home and cry my heart out. That is until I remember I would have to face Eddie since he was my ride home.

“Fuck this.” I groan, pulling out my walkman and deciding to use it as an excuse to not talk to Eddie. Unfortunately the only taps I have is the mixtape Eddie made me. “Double-fuck this.”

Begrudgingly, I place the headphones and blast the music, listening to the sound of Jimmy Page’s guitar skills that just remind me more of Eddie and his stupid talented fingers (in more ways than one) as I make my way to our hidden spot in the woods.

Unfortunately, because my headphones were blasting, I didn’t hear that Eddie wasn’t the only person at the hidden picnic table.

“Oh!” I shout, being taken off guard by the image of Eddie and Chrissy making out on the picnic table. The picnic table that Eddie and I used to make out on.

Ouch.

“Shit.” Eddie mumbles, stepping away from Chrissy when he notices me. “Y/N, I totally forgot I was supposed to drive you home-”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” I reply, not wanting to bother him and his new girl. I try to ignore the ache in my chest at the realization that he forgot about me.

“Okay.” He nods and for some reason I don’t move from my spot. I was waiting for him to argue, say ‘no, I would never let you walk home’ or maybe even ‘are you sure?’ and the very unrealistic ‘no, you’re more important than Chrissy. I’ll give you a ride.’

I stand, watching him cuddle up next to Chrissy, completely shutting out my existence as he buries his face in her neck, just like he did to me a couple hours earlier.

“Bye.” I whisper, which goes unheard because he’s currently whispering something in Chrissy’s ear, causing her to let out a cute giggle as she turns to kiss him.

While walking home, I can’t help but wonder if I did this. Maybe if I told him I liked him. Told him I wanted a relationship. Maybe there was a small chance he liked me back.

But deep down I know that isn’t true. If he really loved me, he wouldn’t have kept us just a dirty little secret. He would’ve wanted more. Would’ve wanted to brag about me to all his friends like he did with Chrissy. Would’ve wanted to hug and kiss me in public. Or even just call me his girlfriend.

Instead he just wanted someone to get him off and then sit and listen to all his girl problems. Because he didn’t see me like all the other girls.

The worst part is I thought he was the one for me. He was sweet, and funny, and treated me so well. He didn’t even realize how much he was really hurting me. And he doesn’t even realize it now.

He was my one and only and he didn’t even consider me as one at all.

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Sleepovers In the Forest

Prompt: 'Sure, we can make it the normal way, but isn't it always more fun to play pretend?'

A/N: So I asked for some prompts so I could write snippets, @carolmunson came thru for me, and then I ended up with...4.9K words of the saddest shit I've ever written. I broke my own heart and it didn't even go how I thought it was gonna go. The prompt is in there, I promise, there's just a lot of other words around it.

Warnings: Shitty parent, Parent Death (it's not descriptive, but it's there), language, there's nothing NSFW here but this blog is NSFW and 18+ so heed that please

Wayne was more than happy to help Evelyn, had been since his brother had decided to be himself and weave in and out of her’s and Eddie’s lives. Thankfully his nephew had taken a liking to his trailer, liked the idea of staying over more and more without his mom. 

“I never get to go to sleepovers!” 

So, Wayne had taken the time to rearrange the living room so he could prop up a sheet between the recliner and sofa and surprise Eddie with a makeshift tent, TV pointed directly at it so he could watch his Dark Shadows reruns. 

“Do you like Dark Shadows Uncle Wayne?”

“‘Course I do, who doesn’t?”

“Dad…but Barnabas is so cool he can mind control people and he has like three girlfriends and-“

“Eddie baby, I think Wayne knows. Why don’t you go get set up, it’s almost 8!” Evelyn shoos her kid over to the pile of blankets on the floor and he dives in head first, clicking the knob on the TV through the channels till he finds ABC. 

“Isn’t he a little young for all that?” Wayne halfheartedly waves at the screen but Evelyn just shrugs. 

“I’d rather him be distracted and happy instead of asking me where Danny is for the hundredth time.”

Wayne nods and glances over at Eddie, face entirely too close to the screen. His little fingers are wrapped in one of the thin blankets, twisting it over his knuckles again and again. 

“He came home last Saturday, no idea what day it was. Showed up and Eddie thought he was there to see him, instead I get to bring my son inside to get him to stop crying.”

“Oh Christ, what’d Danny do?”

“He started in on me about his hair Wayne. Said he looked like a queer because it’s too long and the curls, like he can-“

Wayne puts a hand up, notices when Eddie turns his head back a bit to listen to them. He nods over his shoulder to the kitchen. 

“You wanna help me with dinner?”

Evelyn makes Eddie his grilled cheese first so she can escape back into the kitchen to help cook and have a beer with the only other decent Munson in the whole damn family. She sags against the fridge while Wayne preheats the oven. 

“Is it okay if he stays for the weekend?”

“Of course. I’m working tomorrow but Rachel next door can watch him, she’s a good kid. Everything okay?” He knows Evelyn’s been working a lot and since Daniel went off they’ve had a hard time keeping up with rent. “You know, you two can both stay here. I know it isn’t big but it’s something.” 

There’s been a lot of times that Wayne wishes his brother had never set eyes on her. That he’d kept his head down and his nose clean and his god damn hands to himself. Moments like these he feels it doubly so. 

“I appreciate it, but I just need a weekend to get our stuff moved out and we can move in with my sister. He can stay in the same school and we’ll be 30 minutes closer so he can come visit his favorite Uncle more often.” She raises her eyebrows at him and pushes off the fridge to busy herself with cleaning up. By the time dinner is done she’s cleaned the whole kitchen, dishes drying on the rack next to the sink. 

It’s 9 and Eddie is nodding off in front of the TV but trying valiantly to keep awake. He’s giving them a rundown of the episode he watched, something about Barnabas and Dr. Hoffman but he keeps slipping until his head finally hits a pillow. He’s still got a hand tightly wound in the blanket, the other clutching a raccoon plush to his face. 

“Thank you again.” Evelyn says over dinner, sad grin disappearing behind her beer. 

“S’no problem. He’s a good kid, tells a hell of a joke.” That makes her laugh and Wayne can feel the urge to knock his brother out cold growing by the moment. 

They go outside to smoke after she gets Eddie situated on the couch, his small voice quiet but Wayne still hears him ask about his dad. She just shushes him, tells him to go to sleep and gives him a kiss. Out on the patio Evelyn slouches way down in the plastic seat, long legs stretched out in front of her where she kicks off her shoes and sighs. 

“You know, sometimes I wish I could have just run into you instead.” The park is quiet for a Friday night, the warm July air a little less oppressive after sunset. Wayne watches her staring off into the middle distance. “Why couldn’t I have just run into you.”

“Well, I was busy getting blown up in a jungle so that puts a bit of a roadblock out.” She lets out a despairing kind of laugh, gives him a sidelong look that Wayne mirrors. It makes them both chuckle. 

“Eddie really likes it here. That’s…that’s actually what set Daniel off. He asked what he’d been up to and Ed said he’d had a ‘sleepover in the forest’ and then the argument started.” She sighs again and tilts her head, holding it in her open palm. “He’s such an asshole. I can put up with it but he always starts in with Eddie and I just can’t fucking take it. He’s 6, what the fuck has he done?” 

Wayne stays quiet and lets Evelyn rant. It rolls off of her like waves and her shoulders get less and less tense as the minutes go on. It’s the same shit as always, Daniel leaving for weeks on end and rolling back home like nothing happened. “I know he’s cheating on me but I don’t even care anymore. Maybe they can argue with him for a change.”

They sit outside and talk until Wayne checks his watch and sees it’s almost midnight. “You can stay over if you want, it really isn’t any trouble.”

“No”, she grunts and sighs and stands up, making her sound older than her 26 years, “it’s only an hour back to my sister’s place. I’ll be good.” She offers Wayne a hand to help him stand and pulls him into a hug, mumbling more thanks against his shoulder. 

“It really isn’t a problem, I like having y’all around.”

She leans into the trailer once more to look at Eddie sprawled out on the couch, all light snores and arms thrown up around his head. She just shakes her head and grabs her purse, says goodnight to Wayne and groggily walks to her car. 

That weekend had turned into a week with a single visit from Evelyn in the middle to drop off clothes for Eddie. She’d called Sunday morning, voice thin and quiet and had asked Wayne if she could trouble him further and he’d shut it down, told her it was no problem. 

It wasn’t a problem. Eddie wasn’t a problem in the least bit. Maybe ran his mouth a mile a minute but it was easy enough to sit and listen (or half listen). If he wasn’t talking about the shows he watched he was talking about the book he was trying to read or the walk he’d gone on with Rachel. If it wasn’t Rachel watching him it was her mom Birdie and she made these cookies that Eddie couldn’t stop talking about. 

“But then Ms. Birdie said she didn’t wanna bother you anymore than you’re already bothered so she’d just send them over with me tomorrow. They’re so good, there’s so many chocolate chips in them.” Eddie is clutching the countertop, chin barely able to reach it where he’s trying to rest it, big brown eyes following Wayne’s movements while he sets his stuff down after work. 

“Are these the oatmeal ones?” Wayne asks and somehow Eddie’s eyes get even bigger when he nods his head hard. “Those are pretty good.” He can’t help but laugh when Eddie bounds off suddenly to his bag and digs through it for his notebook. It’s full of a thousand scribbles, crayon and pencils and whatever he can find that makes a mark on a page. There’s two pieces currently stuck to the fridge, one of the tent Wayne had made him surrounded by tall trees and grass and one of a dragon. 

“It doesn’t have any feet though bud.”

“That’s because it’s a wyvern! They don’t have feet they’re like flying snakes, mama showed me them at the library there’s this book that has all these fantasy animals in it…”

“I drew this for Rachel but she has a date tonight so I can’t give it to her yet.” Eddie holds up a page with a blonde princess on it. “Pinks’ her favorite color even though I think that’s kind of stupid, but I made her dress pink you think she’ll like it?” 

“You made it, she’ll love it bud.”

Eddie starts staying with Wayne. He seems unbothered, excited to hang around his Uncle and learn about whatever new thing he’s fixing for a neighbor. Every Sunday Evelyn visits, makes dinner for the three of them and then sits on the couch with Eddie afterwards. She tucks him in and leans close to read to him, a new stack of library books at her elbow every weekend. It’s during one of these visits that she sits Eddie down and tells him earnestly that she isn’t going away, isn’t leaving him. “I just need a little more time baby. If you can give me a little more time, I’m gonna get us the coziest little place okay?” Wayne stays in the kitchen and listens to the stories she tells Eddie, all the magical things he talks about when his mom isn’t there and Wayne is. He watches Eddie nod his head like an adult and not the 6 year old that lives with him, when he tells his mom it’s okay. 

“Uncle Wayne can take care of me too.”

After she leaves for the week with a promise to visit next Sunday, Eddie leans in close like he has a big secret to share with Wayne. “I’d rather stay here anyways, I don’t want to live with Aunt Diane. She makes me eat peas.”

August is looming on the horizon when he breaches the subject with Evelyn about maybe enrolling Eddie into school in Hawkins. It’s during her normal visit, Eddie already tucked in on the couch, half watching his Dark Shadows rerun while Wayne tries to not overstep. 

“I’m not trying to step on your toes Eve. But if it’d be easier for you, I wouldn’t mind.”

She’s been looking thinner, the weariness hanging off of her like an old coat. He knows she isn’t getting much sleep between two jobs and living with her sister and dealing with whatever other bullshit Danny has been pushing her way. “He can stay here and I’ll make sure he gets to school.” 

“I know you would. Honestly that’s probably smarter than whatever this is.” She throws her hand up limply, just to drop her head into it and heave a big sigh. Wayne is stuck against his countertop, trying to decide if he should hug her or if she wants space when she pulls her head up, brown eyes ringed with dark circles. 

“Danny got arrested.”

“Again?”

“Mhm.”

Wayne doesn’t have anything nice to say to this, his grip on the formica tight to keep his hands busy. 

“What’d he do?”

“Stole a car, took it over state lines. Something about weed, I don’t know.” Her voice breaks and Wayne pulls her in. She buries her face in his shoulder to muffle her already quiet sobs. He means to let her stay like that all night if she needs it but barely five minutes goes by and she’s pulling away to clear her throat, wiping up any stray mascara around her eyes. 

“It’s fine, I’m fine. I’m not answering his calls so it’s not my problem anymore.” She flashes him a big, shallow smile. “So yeah, we can get Eddie enrolled. I’ll bring his paperwork next week.” She’s digging around her purse for her camels. “I also wanted to ask you if you could help me with his…” she look over Wayne’s shoulder to make sure Eddie isn’t listening in. Spells out birthday and tells him about the cake she always makes him. “If I can’t do anything else, I’m gonna be here, I promise.”

August rolls by, slow and hot and humid and it feels like the Indian summer they were promised is coming to fruition. Evelyn shows up the day before Eddie’s birthday, hands weighed down with groceries. 

“There’s my little Munster!” She cries when he rushes her at the door, bags pushed into his face while he tries to hug her legs. Wayne gets him untangled and pulls the bags out of her hands so she can pick him up. 

“Now see I thought you were named after your grandfather.” Wayne jokes, putting away food while Evelyn spins Eddie around. 

“Nope! I had a little werewolf boy just like Lily, didn’t I?” She’s in a better mood than Wayne has seen in weeks, cheeks red from the heat with a smile plastered on her face like her dark curls. She’s dipping Eddie down till he giggles, pulling him up quick to plant a big kiss on his forehead. “Show Wayne your howl!”

Eddie tilts his head back and goes off. Evelyn keeps dancing him around the small living room till her and him run out of breath, setting him down on the counter so he can watch her set up. 

“You gonna help me make your cake?”

“It’s not my birthday yet!”

“No, but if we make it tonight you can have a piece first thing in the morning.” She whispers at him from behind her hand, acting like she’s keeping it a secret from Wayne. “Might even let the old man have a piece too.”

“Uncle Wayne loves chocolate!”

“I do.” He says in passing, getting out of her way to sit in his recliner. Evelyn claps her hands together. “Then it’s settled! While the good king of Forest Hills retires for the evening I, his humble servant and you, Prince Edward-“

“Eddie!”

“Hey dude, we’re holding court right now. You know the drill.” She says under her breath and Eddie lets out a quiet ‘oh’ and nods sagely. “Prince Edward and I, will make the tallest and most delicious chocolate cake this side of the Mississippi.” 

She keeps up the act, twirling her fingers at her aluminum pans when she pours batter and acting like she’s casting spells at the oven to get it to preheat. Eddie is all giggles, fingers already in the can of chocolate frosting, one that she specifically bought for him to do exactly that with. 

“You’re not actually using magic, I watched Uncle Wayne fix it last week. It’s electric.” Eddie is so sure of himself, a little satisfied smirk on his face when he calls her out on her make believe. 

“What, you aren’t having fun?”

“I’m not a baby anymore, I’m 7. You don’t gotta pretend.” 

Wayne doesn’t need to turn around to know there’s a slump in Evelyn’s shoulders. He can already see the tick between her brows where she’s pulling them together. He turns though, just in time to see her brighten back up. 

”Okay I mean sure, we can make it the normal way”, Evelyn leans across the counter to tap Eddie’s nose with her index finger, “but isn't it always more fun to play pretend?”

Wayne can see Eddie’s eyes light up with that tap. Watches his whole demeanor change when he holds his hand out for his mom to wipe it off so he can help her mix. He spends most of 30 minutes making up spells and sound effects from his perch on the counter. They finally get four square pans crammed into the tiny oven and Eddie stands guard, nose pressed against the glass to watch the cakes rise. 

When they come out to cool he joins Wayne in his chair, gangly limbs splayed everywhere while they watch MASH. He gets involved, asking any question that comes to mind and forgets to go back out into the kitchen to help his mom. Evelyn moves quietly around, shaking the cakes out of their pans onto wax paper so she can frost each layer. She gets them all stacked before Eddie remembers what he was doing an hour ago.

He pads into the kitchen when Wayne gets up to go take a shower. Creeps around the corner of the cabinets to peer up at her. “Can I help?”

“Ah see, the Prince and the King have so graciously left me to my own devices.” She’s hushed in the quiet evening of the trailer, tv murmuring in the background. The last purples of the sunset fading in the small window of the kitchen. “Because the little wolf got distracted, I was able to complete this!” She waves her hands beside her, pulling his attention up to the counter and up to the biggest cake he’s ever seen in all his seven years. 

“Issobig.” He’s in awe, hooking his chin on the counter to stare at all the frosting. His big eyes gloss over and Evelyn hides her laughter behind her hand. Holds it there when she starts to feel the familiar heat building behind her eyes. 

When Wayne comes back out he stops short in the hallway to watch her slow dancing Eddie around the kitchen. He’s nodding off on her shoulder, legs limp in her arms while she hums lightly against his hair. His little fingers are clutched around her curls and her collar, hanging on while he sags more and more. Wayne waits until she makes a full turn and spots him. Gives her a warm smile and gestures quietly for her to hand Eddie over. 

“I’ll put him down, why don’t you go take a shower?”

She shakes her head at him. “I’ll do it in the morning. Thank you though.” He gives them both a hug before going to bed, leaving Evelyn to sway with Eddie.

His birthday is quiet only for lack of other kids. Eddie wakes up before everyone else like it’s Christmas morning. Wayne can hear Evelyn moving around the trailer when Eddie kicks his door open and jumps on his bed. 

“There’s cake for breakfast Uncle Wayne!” There’s also coffee and the promise of real food when he smells bacon. Eddie runs back down the hallway and Wayne wishes he could finally convince Eve to move in. 

Rachel and Birdie stop over and gift Eddie three new books, and when Evelyn and Wayne take him to the park later he talks their ears off about them. When Eddie is climbing over and through the jungle gym Wayne tries to offer again. Offers his room for her and Eddie, tries to sell Hawkins to her like it’s the crown jewel of Indiana. Tells her he can get her a job at the plant or maybe she could work at the general store downtown. She lets him talk while her cigarette burns down, a knowing smile on her face. He talks and talks until he just trails off, sighing and finishing off his own cigarette. 

“Wayne, I’m not putting you out of a bedroom.”

“You’re not. Livin’ room s’fine too.”

“That’s not the point.” They back and forth until Eddie comes over windswept and panting in the midday sun to ask if they can stop and get a popsicle from the gas station. 

Later, dinner is made and Eddie has more cake and he gets to open his present from his mom. A big box of markers and colored pencils and a stack of drawing paper. Wayne pulls out a little box and holds it out of his reach for a moment. “Gotta promise me you aren’t gonna show your dad this, ok?” Eddie nods and holds out his hand. It’s not an exact replica but it’s close, the ring too big for Eddie’s hand where it spins around his index finger. 

“If I get a cane I can be Barnabas for Halloween mama!” Eddie spends the rest of the night pretending to mind control them, especially when Evelyn tries to put him down for bed. Small hand contorted in front of his concentrated face, tongue poking out while he stares her down. He drops the act when she leans down to push his hair back to drop a kiss on his forehead and he’s all smiles. “Thank you mama.”

“Happy Birthday baby.”

Evelyn visits every Sunday and any other day she can manage. She calls Eddie every night she isn’t there and always asks to speak to Wayne. She has a ‘thank you’ and a ‘sorry’ and Wayne always has a big sigh for her. A ‘no problem’ and a ‘don’t worry about it, please’. She shows up that first day of school in September and holds Eddie’s hand all the way into class and slips out when he starts talking to his classmate about their backpack. She’s there when Wayne lets her know Eddie’s been asking about her and she’s there when she can’t stop feeling like a terrible mother for leaving her kid with someone who isn’t her. 

She gets him a cane and a cape for Halloween and he goes as Barnabas and her as Dr. Hoffman and they both fall asleep in the living room after blowing through half his candy bag. Wayne takes Eve’s shoes off before throwing a blanket over to two of them while Charlie Brown plays in the background. 

Christmas is festive and bright and Danny calls from the county prison and somehow there’s no screaming match. He talks to Eddie who looks apprehensive, unsure of what to say to his 6 month absent father. Evelyn is quiet and leans away from everyone, ends her conversation with a soft smile and asks if he wants to speak to Wayne. When she passes him the phone he just hangs it up. “Same shit as always.” 

Evelyn insists on making dinner all by herself, whistles around the kitchen while she layers every flat surface with plates and pans. If Wayne even thinks about stepping foot on the linoleum to help she has a spatula in his face, mashed potatoes stuck to it while she gestures at him. “If you don’t get off my back Munson, Scrooge won’t be the only one visited by ghost tonight.”

The night ends late with Eddie falling asleep in a pile with his toys, plate of pie left forgotten on the side table. The glow of the tiny tree filters through the windows and out onto the front porch where Evelyn and Wayne sit. The single strand of lights tacked along the over hang glint off the glass of her beer and it’s cold out, a thin layer of snow stuck to the ground. It’s humid enough the smoke from their cigarettes hangs between them, creates a hazy little glowing world and Wayne feels content for the first time in a while. They talk, just the two of them, for a few hours. Burn through most of a pack and two more beers before she stands up and stretches. Her hand is warm on Wayne’s when she grabs the back of it and squeezes. 

“You’re a good man Wayne.”

“Ah well, I won’t argue with you.” He smirks at her around the filter in the corner of his mouth and she keeps a hold on his hand when she bends down to kiss him on the cheek. 

“Merry Christmas Wayne.”

It’s late January when Wayne gets a call at work. He’s in the middle of pulling apart a pallet when the girl from the front office walks up to him meekly. She won’t look him in the eye when she says his name, says she sorry, so so sorry. He won’t jump to any conclusions but he asks if it’s Eddie first, asks if Rachel is calling for him. 

“No sir.” It’s a minor relief but barely. He follows her up to the office and to the phone laying innocently on her desk. The voice on the other end is soft. Trying to ease the blow. 

“Blind corner.” “Driver ran a stop sign.” “Brakes locked up on the ice.” “Wasn’t her fault.”

Wayne’s just quiet. Nods his head like the woman on the phone in this distant ER can see him. There’s a too long silence that he finally breaks with a deep breath. “Can-when can I-god damnit-can we see her?”

“We still need someone to claim the body.”

“That’ll be-“ he cuts himself off. Buries his face into his palm, squeezing tight around his temples. “I can do that, yeah.”

Wayne goes home, of course. He leaves the plant in silence and drives home in silence and sits in the trailer in silence. Eddie is just next door with Rachel but he must be napping, hasn’t rushed back home to burst through the front door and jump in Wayne’s lap. He thinks about that, that he can’t bring himself to get up and go next door and ruin his nephews life. Instead he calls over there and thankfully Birdie picks up. 

“Oh Wayne, I saw you pull in. You’re home awful early-“

“Listen Birdie, I need you to hang onto Eddie for me tonight.” He tells her what happened. Tells her where he’s going. Tells her to keep it to herself. Tells her he’ll be back by 9 so Eddie can watch his reruns. “Just uh, just tell him I had to work a double, okay?”

He drives in silence again. 45 minutes both ways. The ER is so busy but the room they bring him into is all silence. The attendant hands over a clear bag full of Evelyn’s purse and some things she had in her pockets, a silent nod when Wayne asks for a minute. 

Eve is silent in this great cataclysmic way, and so he stays silent out of respect. He holds her hand even though it’s cold and bruised. He tells her in the great big silence around them not to worry, he’s got Eddie and he’ll keep Eddie and Eddie isn’t going anywhere he doesn’t want to go. In his mind she’s giving him one of her little smiles that she’d get when she would finally accept his help. A little ‘thank you’ whispered into the cavernous space of the morgue. Wayne could cry in here if he wanted to. He’s capable of it. Cried when he got airlifted out of a strange jungle and cried when he saw his mother when he got shipped home and cried when he first held Eddie, but it’s stuck in his throat now. Painful lump pressing and pressing but nothing will break. 

Wayne holds Eve’s hand until the attendant comes back in to ask, very politely, for his signature on the release forms. He leaves with the clear bag clutched in his hand and doesn’t look back. 

Eddie rages and rages and rages until he doesn’t, just falls silent until the funeral. Eve’s sister is silent and Danny is silent and the whole congregation is silent and Wayne is starting to crack a little around the edges. He watches Eddie try to cling to his fathers pant leg, looking for some kind reassurance. Danny hugs him, picks him up and let’s him bury his face in his neck but as soon as the cries get too loud he’s firm again. Gives Eddie their daddy’s speech about not crying. “You can be sad Edward, but we don’t cry about it. Men don’t cry about it.” His hand is giant on Eddie’s shoulder where he claps it down. He gives his son a shake and a sharp ‘hey!’ to get him to look up, hands him his handkerchief and suddenly Eddie is burrowing his wet face into Wayne’s thigh. Silent again. 

The trailer is silent and the first thing Wayne sees is Evelyn’s purse hanging off of the kitchen chair. He beelines for the fridge so he can grab a beer or literally anything to keep his hands from shaking. Everyone and everything has been so god damn silent and-

“Uncle Wayne?” Eddie’s voice creaks behind him from a weeks worth of disuse. “Are you okay?” Quiet and timid but not silent. 

“Uh, well kiddo…” That painful lump he’s been carrying around for a week finally breaks. It breaks like a storm cloud and try as he might to hide it from Eddie, he can see it. Suddenly there’s a warm little hand in his shaking one. 

“I miss mama too.”

Wayne doesn’t break down like he thought he would. There’s no raised voices or wailing just a few hours of steady tears and Eddie’s gangly arms wrapped around his middle. The TV is on like always, murmuring in the background. The little tabletop tree is still up from Christmas. Eddie’s toys are still in the living room, stacked in a corner. The last pile of books Evelyn had dropped off on the corner of the side table. Eddie falls asleep against Wayne’s side, quiet and tear stained but not silent. Alive and breathing and crying and loud and funny and Wayne makes another promise to the silence, to Eddie and Eve to keep him loud and funny and Alive. 

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This is from a snippet of a novel length "Short fic" I'm working on. Working title is just Monster High. Main character is getting help pulling out a car engine and please be nice, I do know a fair bit about cars, but not enough off the top of my head and I'm not researching the terminology.

Rules: Post the last line(s) you wrote/edited.

“Would you like help taking it out?”

“Sure.” She smirked at him. “It’ll let me see your muscles.”

He laughed. “I’ll make sure to flex, then.” It was hard and laborious, but they finally got it out with some rigging. True to his word, she saw Jacob flexing, she flashed him a wide grin. When they got it out of the car, Jacob held it.

She eyed him. “You gonna carry that thing all the way to the car?”

“That’s the plan.”

Her brows rose and her eyes appraised him appreciatively. He flexed again and she squeezed it. “Damn, that’s nice.”

He smirked and it lit up his normally stoic features. “You’re pretty damn nice yourself.”

His words washed over her like a fire on a cold night. She grinned in approval and led the way. He set it down gently in the trailer. “Thanks.”

He nodded. “Not a problem. I’m here every weekend if you need any help.”

She nodded. “Oh, I’ll definitely need it.” She eyed his body. He laughed.

As they reached the others, Alice came running over. “I almost forgot!”

Adelaide smirked and whispered. “Here it comes.”

“The day before the party, we’re having a dry run, to make sure there’s no mishaps and so everyone can meet each other. We’ll see you there!”

Frederick put a hand on her shoulder. “Can you try asking him if he’d like to come?”

She frowned at Frederick and then stared at Jacob. “You’re welcome to come!”

Frederick smiled. “Thank you, Alice.”

Jacob laughed. “I’d love to come. It’ll be my first tea party.”

Alice grinned wide. “Perfect! It’ll start at noon!”

They went to the front desk where Jacob’s uncle, Henrik, asked for a large sum. Adelaide produced it in cash. 

His uncle scrutinized it. “That ain’t stolen money, is it?”

She smirked. “Nope.”

“Uh huh.” Henrik took out a pen to check each bill.

She grunted and waited, brushing off some debris off Jacob.

When his uncle had marked every bill and they came away clean, he eyed her. “This better not come back on me.”

“It won’t. ‘S not illegal money.”

He looked her over. “But you did do illegal things to earn it.”

“Uncle,” Jacob sighed.

Adelaide shrugged. “Take it or don’t. I don’t care. I’ll just return everything.”

Henrik clicked his tongue. “I’ll take it, I just don’t wanna see any cops in here about it.”

She grunted.

Receipt in her hand, Jacob walked her out. “Sorry about that, he can be paranoid.”

She smirked. “Nah, he’s got good reason. It did come from some shady ass people.”

That made him laugh. “Well, see ya around.”

“See ya.”

She climbed into the car and they drove off.

“I like him!” Alice said.

“He’s always been a polite kid and returns books a day early,” Frederick mused.

“Ada liked him, too,” Auri cooed loudly.

She ignored him to text Fride and Simon in the group chat the two had made, warning them about the dry run Alice wanted.

   Chapter Nine

The day before the party came. Everyone was up at six whether they wanted it or not. They needed a couple last minute ingredients, so the three siblings walked to the convenient store.

On their way back, Alice stopped. “Whoa, what are those?”

They looked to see three figures, all of whom had teeth for a face. “Fuck, hide.” Adelaide led them down an alley to the backyard of a house. “Don’t let them see you. They can smell Monster Hunters and they’ll go after you.”

Ambros looked at her. “They know you, then?”

She nodded. “Go home and I’ll lead them away.”

“Addie!” Alice whined. “You can’t!”

She kissed Alice on the forehead. “Stay safe and stay with Ambros. I don’t need both of you on their radar.”

After a moment, Alice nodded and she and Ambros went the opposite way.

I don't know who's been tagged and who hasn't been tagged and it's midnight and tomorrow is my (3) kids' birthday party, so I'm just gonna say, if you see this, you're tagged. <3

#monsters #They're monsters trust me #They're eldritch beings who are supposed to take care of Cthulhu's domain. #fic #writing #I was just gonna post the fic on AO3 #but if anyone here finds it interesting #lemme know and I'll post it here #It's a high school au where the kids are monsters and the main character is a monster hunter #But it means something kinda different now #but also there's found family and fluffy family dynamics #And it's really just self indulgent for me #The characters are based off a Call of Cthulhu campaign we did

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Exposure Therapy

gender neutral reader, all the fluff in the world (+angst(?)), 1.6k words

This was supposed to be a lil under 1k word drabble thing and then I couldn’t stop, oops...here’s a lil anxious boi gif for this anxious boi one shot

It’s been a few weeks since everything with Vecna went down and Eddie was cleared of all charges. You spend most nights at his place holding him through nightmares and calming him down with water and back scratches when he wakes up in a fit.

He barely let you see him when they got back from the upside down. He tried to get the gang to block you out of the trailer when they brought him back through the portal—he didn’t want you to see him like that—but you wouldn’t have it. You were the one who sewed him up with your mediocre first aid skills from a few years of patching him up from school fights.

“Y/N, please go,” he begged softly the first night he was at the motel. You looked at him like you always do when he says something even remotely ridiculous.

“You’re insane if you think I’m leaving your side, Munson. You’ll have to get used to being stuck with me because you’re not leaving my sight until you’re fully healed up.” He didn’t ask you to leave again.

And now you’re here, at Lover’s Lake with him. You’re already in the water up to your knees, arms stretched towards Eddie who stands timidly on the shore.

“Eds please,” you say. “I’ve told you everything I learned about this at the library, exposure therapy can help you get past this and could really help your nightmares.”

“I know Y/N,” he snaps. You flinch at his hard tone and his face softens. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I- I just haven’t been back here since everything happened.”

“It’s ok, I promise,” you give him a small smile. “We’ll go as slow as you need to okay? Let’s just start with getting your feet in, okay?”

You walk towards the shore a bit so you’re not so deep in the water. Eddie slowly takes off his shoes, rolls the bottom of his jeans up and pauses. You hold out your hand for him again and he takes it, making his way into the water. 

His whole body is rigid. He’s still holding your one hand, almost in a death grip, so you grab his other hand while facing him.

“Eddie look at me,” you say. His eyes stop searching the dark woods and meet yours in the moonlight. “You did it! You stepped in, that’s huge.”

He gives a small smile at the pride in your voice. “Thank you, Y/N,” he says. “For helping me.”

“Of course, Eds. You’re not gonna be out of my sight until you’re fully healed up remember?”

—

It’s been a month of your version of exposure therapy with Eddie. You’ve been doing it every weekend, Saturdays usually. Sometimes he’ll be up for a Sunday but it’s only when he’s in a good headspace.

The nightmares are still pretty bad. Wayne has accepted that you’re at the new trailer pretty much full time now but he doesn’t mind. He’s glad you’re there for Eddie and makes it a point to let you know how thankful he is for you when you cross paths leaving for work.

It’s Saturday though, so you and Eddie are back at Lover’s Lake this time you’re both wearing shorts. You drop your stuff on the shore and before you can walk in before him like you usually do to lead him in, Eddie grabs your hand and you walk into the water together. You’re surprised, but you don’t push him, only walking until he stops and no further. When he does decide to stop you’re standing with water up to your waists—it’s the farthest you’ve ever gone.

Eddie grasps for your other hand and holds them both tight as he tries to slow his breathing like you taught him the second Saturday you did this.

“In,” you say, taking a deep breath and holding it for a count of 10. “And out,” you say releasing the breath for another count of 10.

Eddie follows your lead, his eyes squeezed shut, and at the end of his release he opens his eyes and gives you a small smile. “This is the farthest we’ve been in,” he says with a touch of pride in his voice.

“It is, how do you feel?”

“Surprisingly, o-okay?”

“Alright well we don’t want to push it, just because you’re having a good night doesn’t mean we should try and go deeper unless that’s truly what you want.”

“I know, I know,” he says. “I think I’m okay here, I don’ want to go further tonight.”

“Okay, then we won’t,” you smile at him. You stand there, hand in hand looking up at the stars and talking until Eddie is ready to go. 

He still has a nightmare, but when he wakes up he talks about it this time. Every other time he stayed quiet, not telling you about it, just clinging to your arms as you hold him through his shaking.

—

It’s been two weeks since you and Eddie got in Lover’s Lake up to your waist, and this is the first time Eddie as asked to go to the lake and the first time you head there not on a Saturday or Sunday. It’s Wednesday and you already did a session on both Saturday and Sunday—he also didn’t have a nightmare the last three days, so you think that’s why he’s in such a great mood.

You barely get to drop your stuff before Eddie has your hand and is dragging you into the water.

“Eddie, Eddie slow down!” You laugh, tossing your bag on the shore with one hand while he holds your other hand hostage. You walk in and keep going until Eddie stops you. This time you aren’t even standing, you’re wading, chests underwater, legs kicking softly to keep your heads above water.

You give him the biggest smile, and he gives you the same in return.

“Okay, I know you probably want to say how happy you are that I made it all the way in but I have something to say before you say anything and I need to say it now or I won’t have the guts to say it probably ever,” Eddie says.

You’re confused, and you know he can see it on your face. “Eds, wha-“

“I wouldn’t be here without you,” he starts. “I would’ve either skipped town or skipped out on life if I thought you wouldn’t be here when I made my way out of that hell. And then to have you stay? Through everything? Through the nightmares and the middle of the night screams? You amaze me, every day. And I want to say it’s some bullshit bedside manner you learned when you started reading about how to help me and how it’s the patience you showed me when we started this exposure therapy but I know that it’s just you.”

He pauses, and meets your eyes again, his are soft and tearful and all you want to do is pull him into a hug but he starts up again.

“It’s just you, it’s who you are as a person. You’re kind and supportive and patient and will go to the ends of the earth for the people you care about and to know I’m one of those people? That I’m worthy of your kindness and patience and help when I feel like such a burden because I’m keeping you up at night? That’s another kind of humanity. Something I’ve never seen before you, that you would help me when other people thought I wasn’t worth the time or effort to help, boggles my mind.”

“Eddie,” you say through tears, he’s crying too now. “You are not a burden,” you say swimming closer to him. You’re barely apart now, swimming close enough to each other that your legs skim each others under the water.

He continues, “I should’ve said this as soon as I got back but I didn’t know how or when or where or if you’d feel the same but,” he pauses and looks up to hold more tears back. “I love you, Y/N. And I think I’ve loved you since I first met you but it took the possibility of loosing you to make me realize that.”

He brings his eyes to yours, searching your face for a sign of something—pity, disgust, love, anything really. Anything to point him in the direction of how you feel. But instead of saying anything you reach your hands to his face, lake water mixing with the tears you brush away with your thumbs.

You hold him and can see his vulnerability, you can see the love in his eyes, his heart open for you and you take him in. All of him, this sweet sweet metal head that you’ve loved since as long as you can remember. He nuzzles his head into your hands, eyes turned down, but you lift his head up so you can meet his eyes as you pull him in for a kiss.

He’s surprised at first. Mouth flat and unmoving for a moment as he registers, but then he kisses you back. It’s wet and salty from lake water and tears, but it’s also soft. Like he’s trying to push all his love from his heart past his lips into you. His hands find their way to your waist in the water and he pulls you closer.

You pull back and say, “Edward Munson, I have loved you for as long as I can remember.”

He looks at you, doe-eyed with fresh tears on the way. “Baby, don’t cry, please,” you plead.

“Happy tears, love,” he says laughing. “These ones are happy tears.”

He pulls you as close as he can in the water and you wrap your legs around his waist, peppering kisses all over his face. You kiss his forehead, his nose, his tear-stained cheeks and his eyes closed in bliss before capturing his lips again.

#this is so fluffy i wanna die #why do i do this to myself #not me crying over my own fic #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st4 #stranger things fandom #stranger things one shot #stranger things oneshot

[elenavampire21]

Warning: tiny mention on p in v , reader trying her Hand at being a step in actress

Summary: you are Tom and the casts makeup artist when one day Tom asked if your try your hand at being an actor and things turn loving and steamy for them both

@worldofheroes @love2write2626 @helloitstsyu @elenavampire21

New Experiences

You had arrived on set and is getting your makeup brushes and products ready for the actors and actresses. You tiredly walked over and switched on the kettle and sat down and rubbed her eyes.

There was a soft knock on the door “y/n are you okay can I come in.” You automatically grinned knowing exactly who it was and saw the trailer door open and Tom walk in.

“Sure Tom you can come in would be nice to have a chat wanna coffee I’m about to make one”

Tom walks in and sees you looking exhausted “oh sweetheart you look exhausted you stay relax and I’ll make the coffee did you even get any sleep” Tom hands you a mug of coffee.

You sips the coffee “mmmh thanks Tom just my little sister had a nightmare so spent the whole night cuddling her whilst she was constantly screaming, you ready for make up heard you’ve got a scene fairly soon.”

She put the mug down and slowly begins her makeup routine on Tom.

Evie knocks on the door “5 minutes mr cruise then you’re needed on set, how’s it going y/n”.

You’re just putting the finishing touches to Tom “everything is fine and Mr cruise is ready to be taken off my hands.”

Tom gets up and give you a gentle kiss to the cheek “please rest darling” opening the trailer door he heads out and goes straight to the set.

You kick off your pumps and spread out onto the trailer couch and sips her coffee that Tom made her. She slowly drifts off to sleep unaware what time or how long she’s been sleeping.

Evie calls Tom who is about to start a scene in where Ethan captures and catches Abby his love interests from falling a high building.

Abby would have been played by Michelle Monaghan but she called in sick and said she has to pull out of filming.

Evie pulls Tom aside “we can’t do any of the Ethan and Abby scenes today Michelle’s pulled out because she’s sick and it’s not going to be easy to pick a good trainee in a couple of days we literally start filming those scenes in a week we’ll never find anyone.”

Tom signed then went quiet a little trying to think if 1. it would work and 2. If you’d actually say yes. “Evie give me a few minutes I think I’ve kinda got an idea”.

Evie yelled “please do Tom and make it fast or I’m gonna have to call mc Q and pull the release date back again and he’s not gonna be happy.”

Tom walks out of the set and headed straight to your trailer softly stepping up he knocked on the door there was no answer he slowly opened it “y/n it’s just Tom here was wondering if i could ask for a tiny weeny favo.” He stopped and admired how beautiful you looked when sleeping he gently took the mug and placed it onto the table. He was able to leave when he heard you yawning softly opening your eyes you’re surprised to see Tom.

Bolting up “oh my god Tom sorry don’t actually know how long I’ve been asleep shit am I need on set to do Michelle’s makeup I’ll do it right now.” You begin rushing round grabbing brushes and blusher and throwing them into a clutch bag you take on sets.

Tom gently grab you by the shoulders “y/n stop and breathe, I’m glad you’re getting sleep no your not needed to do Michelle’s makeup because sadly she’s pulled out feeling sick, I’m here on a little idea you don’t have to agree on anything yet but would you like to you know give your hand At acting and for the record no your not just a makeup artist so you can get that argument out of your head.”

You smirked and was actually surprised that was going to be one of the first bits to the argument. “Wait so even though you’ve got a book full of other girl actresses that you and Evie could have chosen from you decided to ask me, what does my character have to do anyway.”

Tom smiled “well there’s a scene where Abby is kidnapped and Ethan captures and catches her when she falls from a tall building obviously you’ll be securely harnessed in and you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable.”

You think of how the scene would play out all you’ve gotta do is literally jump of a high building harnessed in and at the end land safely in Tom’s arms it’s a no brainier because your slowly becoming to see he is a loving and caring guy he literally was panicking this morning about you not getting any sleep and that he thought of you than anyone else.

“Okay come on Mr Cruise we have a scene to film chop chop.” You smirked and walked down the steps of the trailer.

Tom followed you and automatically held your hand as the pair of you walk into the set.

Evie and mc Q were chatting “let’s just hope Tom has found a good and reasonable person to play Abby.”

Mc Q has a slight little smirk noticing that you and Tom are literally holding hands

“Hey ev you there’s something going on between Tom and y/n.”

Evie turns and giggles “I knew he was super panicked this morning about y/n not getting enough sleep then he must of instantly thought of her to play abby.”

Tom walks you over to where your character would be and he gave a detailed description of how the stunt would work and he reminded you wasn’t forced to do the stunt.

You’re harnessed in and standing near the edge of the building your breathing and getting into character you look down at Tom and hods letting him know you’re ready.

Abby slowly walks back then runs and jumps off the building fake screaming and is quickly caught by Ethan. You instantly wrap your arms and legs round Tom.

The director yells “and cut y/n well done you can let go of Tom we’ve got the perfect scene y/n”. He looks at Tom worried

You still gripping and wrapped round Tom he notices your shaking. “Ssh ssh hey sweetheart you’re safe the stunts over y/n”.

Slowly you begin to unwrap and stop gripping Tom but your still shaking he gently holds your hand and walks back to his trailer once your both in and he’s gently sat you down he crouches in front of you and holds your hands again and gently rubs the backs of your hand.

“Hunny y/n it’s okay you’re safe listen it’s just you and me and I’m not gonna judge whatever made you scared but I would like to help”.

You softly look at to a tiny bit vulnerable. “Tom I’ve never told anyone about this because when I did everyone even my friends laughed and called me pathetic my I’m seriously scared of heights and that stunt scared me but I wanted to do it for you.”

Tom gently gets up and sits next to you.

“Well for one thing you are not pathetic you’re amazing, daring, stunning, kind and I really wanna kiss your lips.”

You’re still facing Tom and smiling “you think I’m amazing and daring stunning, Tom just kiss we I’ve wanted to kiss you this morning”.

He gently moves your body making you straddle him instantly wrapping arms around your waist and gently pulling you closer and suddenly both your lips connect and you softly moan.

After a while of kissing each other you and Tom pull back to breathe. “Y/n what’s your plans for tonight.”

You stoke his cheek “Mmmh plans for tonight spending time my sister probably getting zero sleep again is she has another nightmare.”

Tom pulls and cuddles you and softly kisses the top of your head “nope baby bring your sister to mine and we can all have dinner together maybe a movie night and you’re sleeping in my bed.”

You automatically gasp and lean up “mr cruise and you incinerating that I’ll be spending the night in your bed, mmmh can we just stay cuddling for a tiny bit longer”

Tom cups your face and gently kisses you

“Baby for you I’ll do anything besides i kinda wanna meet your little sister”

You kiss and snuggle into tom “really Christie can be a hug pain in the butt and always demanding stories and cuddles.”

Tom chuckles “mmh so now I know where she got her demands for cuddles like her sister.”

You sit up and playfully hit tom “not funny mr cruise was gonna see if you wanted to have a cheeky quickie but now you’re just gonna have to wait”. You shuffle and stands up.

tom raise a brow “excuse me y/n where the hell are you going come back here and give me a kiss”.

You fold your arms and smirk whilst leaning against the wall “nope why don’t you come over here or make me Tom or better still take me home.”

Tom Bolts up and runs up and grabs your hand quickly locks his trailer door and heads straight to his car and drives to his penthouse.

You and Tom quickly unlocks the door and lets you in before automatically pinning you against the wall and kisses down your neck and chest .

“Ahh tom I’ve gotta pick Christie up in about ten minutes think you can handle that old man.” You’re instantly hoisted over Tom’s shoulder and carried upstairs and into Tom’s bed.

“Oi less of the old man and we maybe have ten minutes but I’m coming to meet your sister so chop -chop”

You both make quick work of removing your clothes and Tom softly and gently pushes you back onto the bed and grabs his cock in his hand and pumps it a few times whilst you gather some saliva and rub your pussy.

Tom rubs his hard cock over your folds before sliding into your wet folds “ugh fuck your big mmh feels amazing.”

Tom slowly ruts his hips and passionately sucks and bites on your tongue’s. You grip his shoulders and jackhammers your hip with Tom’s. “Ahh aah shit Tom I can’t hold on.”

Tom picks up the rhythm and roughly fucks and pounds into you as he releases his warm liquid cum and you also release your cum. Both fall into each other’s arms.

“Sorry I couldn’t keep the sex going it’s just been a while since I’ve had a good fuck.”

You grab your watch “ugh I better get going to the school pick Christie from school.”

You get up and change and looks at Tom

“You coming to meet my little monkey of a sister.”

Tom gets changed and holds your hand and locks up and he’d to his car they eventually arrive at Christie’s school you get out and wait at the gates. As you’re waiting Your getting lots of evil looks at all the other mums because Tom’s wrapped his arms round your waist from behind.

You quietly snigger at turn to Tom

“Ehm Mr Cruise I kinda think you’re making other mothers jealous by cuddling me”

Tom whispers “who gives a shit they’re gonna have to deal with it future Mrs y/n Cruise”.

You turn round and smile “are you proposing to me mr cruise because it’ll be a yes”

Christie comes running out “y/n y/n look what I made in art class. Wait your Tom cruise my sister loves you she use to kiss a poster of you every night”.

Tom picks Christie “well it’s nice to meet you Christie and did your sis always kiss a poster of me you are a marvellous painter would you like to stay at my penthouse maybe watch movies eat sweets and you can even have a massive bed to yourself.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Hey, everyone!

It’s wonderful to see you! First off, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans. I hope today was filled with wonderful memories and great companionship of friends and family!

I understand that today may feel like a let down. We were all hoping for a trailer to drop today during the 95th Annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I completely understand that we may feel disappointed. You have every right to feel bummed that it didn’t happen. However, I would appreciate it if I I didn’t receive anymore asks on when the trailer will drop. I don’t know when it will drop, nor do I have a good estimation on when it could drop.

For now, the best thing to do is it wait. You’re always welcomed to share thoughts and ideas with me on the film, as well as interact with my blog in general (y’all know how much I love it when you interact with my AU), but I would greatly appreciate it if I didn’t receive anymore asks concerning the release date of the trailer.

Stay safe for me, everyone! You matter!

And Happy Thanksgiving!

#mystery anon #off topic #Please stop asking me when we’ll get a trailer. I don’t know when it’s gonna happen. #I received five of them today in my inbox.

[riceybaby]

i’m bored 🤍 - mason mount

genre: fluff, smut

summary: a trip to the cinema to see a film mason finds extremely boring leads him to find new ways of keeping himself entertained

“Pick and Mix?”

You and Mason are stood by the sweets counter, deciding on what to have for your movie. Him, being the child that he is, even at the big old age of 23 still can’t go to the cinema without a tub of pick and mix. You simply roll your eyes at him but give him a grin and a nod, letting him know you want some too. Once he’s filled your tub up, he hands it back to you to check you’re happy.

“Um Mason, I think you’re forgetting something” you say in a teasing tone.

“No I’m not? Giant strawberries, bubblegum bottles, dolly mixture, strawberry bonbons, sour watermelon..”

“Strawberry what now?”

“Bonbons.” He replies, unsure of why you were quizzing him like this until he realises he must have forgotten your absolute favourites. Taking the cup from your hand, he gives you and apologetic smirk and fills it to the brim with the pink sweets. “Oops”

“Yeah, oops indeed” you say standing behind him, giving his bum a light squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

“Y/N! Please, we’re in public” he dramatically gasps, feigning disbelief at your PDA.

“You weren’t saying that last week when you pretended to drop your fork so you could eat me out under the table of that restaurant”

He groans at the mention of that event, his mind taken immediately back to how good you tasted. “But god you didn’t see how pretty you looked sipping on that straw. Trust me, if you did you’d have understood”

“Mhm whatever you say” you hum against his cheek, giving him another kiss before taking his hand and leading him to your screening room. Once the two of you had found your seats and watched through the trailers, the film began. From the moment Tom Holland comes on the screen you are loving it, laughing at every joke and being captivated by the screen that you forget your boyfriend is sat next to you. That is until you reach down to get one of your sweets to find the tub..completely empty.

“Mase.” you whisper, not trying to be too loud but also being incredibly annoyed that he ate all your sweets.

“Yeah love?”

“Did you eat all my sweets??”

“…maybe.”

“Oh Mason”

“Y/N this film’s so boring, eating is the only thing I have to do.”

“We’ll maybe if you paid attention instead of stuffing your face you’d actually enjoy it”

“Ok fine I’ll watch. It better be good or I want a refund from you”

“Fine, if you don’t like it I’ll make sure all £4.50 are safely back into your millionaire bank account”

“Good, thank you.” he laughs, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek, and then your forehead, and then your lips.

“Mason! The film.”

“Okay okay I’m watching”

It must hold his attention for around 5 minutes, because not long after your conversation you can tell he’s bored again. His fingers start to drum on his seat, earning him a glare from you, his feet are tapping against the floor and he’s making all sorts of annoying noises with his mouth. You go to ask him to stop, but he leans over to you with a confused look on his face.

“Which one was he again?”

“That’s the boss’ son”

“I thought the boss’ son was the one in blue?”

“No that’s the boss’ son’s best friend. Are you even watching?”

He puts his hands up in protest and huffs back into his seat. “Okay I promise I’m really gonna try this time.”

“Good.”

For the first time the whole movie he’s quiet, and actually laughs at some parts, you realising he’s finally gotten into it. In fact, you forget he was ever bored in the first place, the two of you sharing glances and raised eyebrows when the fight scene comes up. However, as soon as the dramatics are over and it goes back to dialogue, his old friend of boredom creeps back up. You have no idea, until he rests his hand much higher than he usually would.

“Mase, really”

“I’m not doing anything” he shrugs, acting totally nonchalant to his own actions. You let it go, turning your attention back into the screen, but his hand starts to move, gently going back and forth over your thigh.

“I’m trying to focus on the movie”

“You’re talking an awful lot for someone who’s trying to focus”

“You’re talking an awful lot for someone who’s trying to focus” you mimic back to him, frustrated that he can’t seem to leave you alone. But your complaints stop completely when his fingers dance over your clothed pussy, rubbing circles over your clit for just a second before settling back onto your thigh. He keeps this up for a few minutes, making you think you’ll lose your mind if he doesn’t just touch you, but also aware anyone could see you at any moment.

“Mase”

“Shh darling, there’s no one behind us and if anyone turns around I’ll stop”

“But there’s cameras”

“Well then, you better give them a good show”

Teasingly slowly, he takes his hand off of your thigh and rests it just above the waistband of your leggings. You know he’s wanting you to beg, wanting you to show him how desperate you are but as much as you’re enjoying this, you’re still mad at him for disrupting the movie so you just stare straight ahead at the screen. Plus, you know his boredom will get the better of him and he’ll give up first. Which he does. His fingers run down, and he’s surprised to be instantly met with your pussy.

“You’re not wearing any underwear? You knew this was gonna happen hmm? You’re such a horny little slut for me aren’t you princess?” he whispers into your ear sickly sweet, biting onto the shell of your it as he does. You certainly thought you’d end up fucking in the back of his car after the movie, but you didn’t anticipate it happening in the actual cinema.

His fingers press against your clit, putting so much pressure on them you fear you’re going to scream right there and then. He drags them slowly, rubbing circles once again but this time you can feel everything, and the thought of anyone being able to see brings a red heat to your face.

As he continues with that, his other hand spreads your legs as wide as they can within the seat, and dips down to run up and down your slit. “So fucking wet for me. You know if there wasn’t all these people I’d fuck you here like the slut you are baby. Whose slut are you baby?”

“Your slut, Mason’s slut”

“Good fucking girl.” To reward you, the two fingers that are collecting your wetness on them push into your pussy, your head throwing itself back and cursing every name under the sun. He scissors them, spreading you out as far as he can before thrusting them deep. The drum of his fingers on your clit match the rhythm of the ones inside you, setting your skin alight. One of your hands grips the arm of the seat while the other finds it’s way into his hair, gripping harder and harder the closer you get. His fingers curve up, hitting your g-spot with every harsh thrust and you feel your high building up to an insurmountable peak. Luckily, the booming speakers hide any noise that may have been heard, your pussy so wet that in any other scenario the sounds would have been lewd.

“Masey I’m gonna cum”

“That’s it baby, cum all over my fingers for me”

You do as you’re told, the feeling of both hands stimulating your pussy becoming too much and you let go. Your eyes shut, your mouth hangs open and your pussy feels like heaven for the both of you. But Mason knows you too well, knows that you’d never be able to not make a noise when it’s him making you cum, and so just as you hit your final peak he lets out a cough, covering the whimpers you let escape.

As you come down from your high, he gives you a both horny and awe filled look, pressing your lips together in a clash of teeth and need. When you part, the lights come up signalling the end of the movie. Perfect timing.

You go to stand up, but Mason’s arm grips onto your shoulder, keeping your firmly in your seat while he leans back over to your ear.

“Get in the car, I’m not finished with you yet.” Looks like you weren’t wrong after all.

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic

[violetlilysunshine]

Like a Sleepover

Tom Holland x Female Reader

Requested

Anon: Sleeping over Tom Holland house for the first time. Lots of fluff please

WC: 3,544

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: I'm seeing this take place in Atlanta, but it’s not really specific if you wanna imagine it somewhere else!

REQUESTS OPEN - Or just come chat :)

MASTERLIST

You and Tom had been together for a little while; you were getting serious, spending more and more time together.

Last month, you finally put a label on yourselves, “is it...ya know, uh… can I, well…” he stuttered.

“Spit it out, Tommy,” you joked.

“Can I call you my girlfriend?”

You were taken aback for a second, “well, uh, to be honest, I kinda thought I already was…” you giggled.

He laughed at you gently, “well alright then, girlfriend…” he trailed off with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Okay, boyfriend.”

TUESDAY

Flash forward and you’re making plans for this weekend seeing as you're both off from filming.

“Yeah, so they’re showing Outsiders at the drive-in on Friday, and we’d have to go to the later showing after I finish filming, but uh, I thought it would be fun and something different for us and I know you love the movie. Might be fun to dress like Greasers too,” he proposed through the phone, calling you between scenes.

“Ooh that does sound like fun, but I wanna be Cherry,” you said, giggling a bit.

“Okay, you can be Cherry, I’ll be Ponyboy,” he finalized.

“Sounds good, well I gotta go,” you said, “duty calls.”

“Yeah, me too, but uh, one more thing real fast?”

“Sure, what’s up, babe?”

“Well seeing as it’s going to be really late, I just thought maybe after it’s over, you could maybe stay with me?” his voice tweaked up at the end. He was met with silence on your end for a minute before he added, “ya know, like a sleepover…”

“Uh, yeah, maybe…” you trailed off, “we’ll see what the wind blows, huh?”

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping a bit, “yeah sounds good.”

“Okay, well I really do have to run.”

“Alright, darling, talk to you tonight.”

“Bye,” you said, already walking out of your trailer and back to set.

“Yeah, bye,” he answered to himself, seeing as you’d already ended the call.

You had never been nervous with him before, but now he’d casually invited you to stay over at his house for the night, something you’d never done with any boyfriend, ever. You didn’t know how to act, and it kinda freaked you out.

Was he expecting anything? What would you even wear? Should you bring a change of clothes? Would late night last into early morning? What if you woke up before him and didn’t know what to do in his house? What if he woke up first and you slept in really late, leaving him bored and trapped?

Questions swirled your mind, and you knew he would bring it up again, but you had to force them away. You hustled back to set, getting into character and trying to forget about everything.

He called you later that night, “wanna grab a bite with Harry and I?” he proposed.

“Uh sure,” you thought since Harry would be there, he wasn’t likely to bring it up again.

You met him just down the street from his house at the forgotten diner you frequented, never being recognized and getting some peace together. You grabbed burgers and chatted about your day as you ate and everything seemed fine. He didn’t bring it up again, and you thought you would have another few days to process everything and hopefully get over the hurdles in your mind. You wanted to stay with him, but you didn’t know how that would play out, exactly.

“Finished?” he asked, gesturing to your empty tray as he stood up.

“Yeah, thanks,” you smiled, and he cleaned up the table and took the trash to the can.

“I’m gonna walk back, if that’s okay,” Harry said, standing from the table, “got some photos I wanna edit.”

“Sure, bro, I’ll be right behind you,” Tom answered, coming back to you.

“Bye,” you waved as he left you and Tom alone.

“Walk you to your car?” Tom offered.

You stood up, turning around to thank the workers as the two of you left the diner. He walked you to your car, one hand secured around your shoulders, hugging you tight to his side.

“So, uh, I kinda got the sense that you didn’t want to stay with me earlier,” he said slowly, testing the waters to see how you would react.

You swallowed hard, turning to lean on the door of your car, “oh,” you whispered, “well uh, it’s not that, it’s just that I don’t - I’ve never really, uh, done that before.”

“Yeah I know we haven’t, love,” he chuckled.

“I mean, like ever,” you whispered, looking at the ground, “I just uh, don’t really know how that works.”

“Oh, well, uh, it’s not that hard really,” he soothed, “you just sorta sleep at my place, and I take care of you, and make you breakfast, and we just be together.”

You looked into his chocolate eyes, nothing but love pouring out of them. You don’t know how long you held his gaze for, but he started to get a little nervous at your lack of response.

“I mean, we’ve napped together before, it’s kinda like the same thing, just longer,” he added, trying to put you at ease.

“But like, what’s gonna happen?” you said, fiddling with your hands.

He understood what your emphasis meant, bringing a hand to your shoulder and rubbing it gently, “I’m not expecting anything, love,” he soothed you, “if it happens, fine, I’m ready for that. If you’re not that’s fine too, just wanna cuddle with you. Feel you pressed against me. Have my sheets smell like you when I get in ‘em the next night.”

You felt more at ease about it, but wrinkled your nose at his last statement.

His eyes grew wide, “no no no,” he hurried out, “I didn’t mean it, like, in a weird way! It came out wrong!”

You giggled at him, “it’s okay, bub, I get it. Why do you think I like wearing your hoodies all the time?”

He breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling at you, “yeah?”

“Yeah, and to be honest I don’t really even like hoodies. I’m a sweatshirt kind of gal.”

“Noted,” he answered, saving that info for later, “so what d’ya think about Friday?”

“I’ll stay, but like, do I bring anything?”

“You can bring whatever makes you comfortable, love,” he answered quietly, stepping towards you and cupping your face in his hands.

“Okay,” you breathed, connecting your lips to his.

You kissed for a while, his body pressing yours into the door. You pulled back to take a breath, resting your forehead on his, “but really, do I bring like, a toothbrush and stuff?”

“Yes, love, bring a toothbrush,” he chuckled, pecking you again. He swung his arm around your shoulder again, pulling you off the car, “let’s get you home, yeah?”

He opened your door, letting you inside the driver’s seat and closing the door. You started the car, him still standing there watching you. You rolled down the window, “are you coming or what?” you laughed.

“What?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I’m taking you home, obviously,” you giggled.

He ran around to the other side, hopping in quickly and buckling up. His hand rested against your thigh instantly, stroking his thumb across your skin.

You made the short drive to his house, lights on downstairs showing that Harry was already there.

“Thanks for the ride, baby,” Tom said, leaning over the console and giving you a quick peck.

“Anytime,” you whispered, pecking him again.

“See you Friday,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows, squeezing your thigh.

“Yeah, Friday,” you answered quickly.

He pecked you one last time before slipping out of the car and jogging to the front door. You watched him go inside, waving to each other before you drove off.

THURSDAY

After you were off, you took a long shower, exfoliating everything and shaving your legs, in preparation for tomorrow night. You carefully packed your bag: toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, mouthwash, hair brush, extra ponytail holders, face wash, cute pajamas, fuzzy socks, extra undies (more than you’ll ever possibly need but can’t be too prepared, right?), a cute outfit for Saturday, and a book (because who knows what the tide will bring?).

You’d spent so long worrying about what you would take with you, that you’d forgotten that you had to find something to wear to the movie. You’d already agreed to be Cherry, so you had to come up with something.

You slipped to the back of your closet, finding an old-plaid-navy-school-uniform skirt. That’ll work. You pulled out a plain white sweater that you’d never found a chance to wear, thinking you could tuck that in, and a lace bralette to go underneath it; after all, you wanted to feel a little sexy. You pulled forward some old blue Vans and some white crew socks, planning to fold them over. You also planned to ask your hair and make-up artist to help you with your hair before you left set tomorrow, saving a few pictures for her.

By the time you’d done all that, you figured you better go to bed, turning off the light, crawling into bed, and thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

FRIDAY

You’d had a long and stressful day filming, stuttering over your lines, missing your marks, and overall just not giving your best performance. Everyone has their off days, but you knew this was coming from your worries about tonight.

You called Tom as you were getting your hair done after wrapping for the day.

“Hi, bub, am I interrupting you?” you asked as soon as he answered.

“Never, love,” he answered, “what’s up?”

“Well, I’m getting my hair done for tonight, then I was going to head home. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t want me to stop and get anything at all or bring anything specific with me..”

“Course not, darling. You just have to bring that pretty face…” he trailed off.

If you were with him, you’d have slapped his shoulder lightly. Instead you just giggled, asking, “you’re positive?”

“Yes darling,” he insisted, “I’ll pick you up at 9:00.”

“Alright…” you trailed, “guess I better let you get back to work.”

“I’ll see you later, beautiful,” he whispered, “bye.”

“Bye.”

Your hair and make-up artist finished her work, expertly recreating your example images. You thanked her profusely, complimenting her over and over.

She answered with a simple, “it’s nothing dear,” and a wave of her hand.

You hugged her thank you, heading back to your trailer to collect your things.

By the time you got back to your apartment, it was already 8:30. You quickly dropped your work and other set junk on the table, scurrying to your room to collect your bag for Tom’s. You checked over everything in there, playing all the possible scenarios in your mind before deciding you were prepared.

You changed into your outfit for the night, lacing your shoes and admiring yourself in the full length mirror. You snapped a few pictures, deciding that one was cute and posted it to your Instagram story with the caption, “where’s my Pony?” and a cherry emoji.

As soon as you put it up, Tom knocked on your door. You rushed through the living room to the front door, flinging it open to see what Tom had concocted for the evening. You took in his appearance, mouth watering at the sight. You admired his slicked back hair, tight grey t-shirt, sleeves rolled up a bit of course, loose jeans, cuffed at the hem, beat up black converse, and red flannel hanging over his shoulder; you didn’t realize the effect this dress-up would have on you. You giggled, eyeing him up and down as he did the same to you.

“Hey, doll,” he grinned, meeting your eyes again.

“Hey, Pony,” you laughed.

“Ready to go?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, let me just get my bag from my room,” you said, turning back to grab it from your bed.

At the last second you decided to throw a box of tampons in. You weren’t expecting to use them, but you didn’t want to get stranded without them. You sighed, zipping up the bag and turning off your bedroom light.

You emerged from the room, walking towards Tom, standing by the table.

“Ready,��� you said, voice kind of quiet.

“Let’s go then,” he smiled brightly, taking your bag from you and grabbing your hand. You locked the door behind you before following him to his car.

~~~~

When you parked to watch the movie, Tom was quick to pull out his phone, snapping a picture of the title screen and posting it to his public story. You knew fans would be in a tizzy, considering your earlier post, but they always were so what’s the point in worrying. Then he turned to you, “take a photo with me, love?”

“Course, Pony, anything for you,” you said dramatically, even though you loved it.

“Are you gonna call me that all night?” he chuckled.

“Maybe forever,” you answered, laughing loudly.

He pulled his phone up to take a selfie. You smiled wide, pressing your faces together, and he turned to peck your cheek. He snapped another, smiling as well, saving it and setting it as his lock screen.

The movie was great, as expected, and the drive-in atmosphere made it even more fun. You didn’t have to worry about fans interrupting you, a big plus, but it also just fit the movie so well, and it was fun to be in costume.

When it wrapped up and you were waiting in the traffic to pull out of the lot, Tom asked gently, “still wanna come over?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said, trying not to overthink things.

“Okay, just making sure. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just want you to be comfortable,” he said, dropping a hand to your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, well I wanna give it a go,” you said with a small smile, placing your hand on top of his.

He smiled wide, picking up your hand to give it a kiss, before dropping it back into your lap.

The drive to his house was quick after you finally made it out of the parking lot. He hurried around the car, opening your door for you, before grabbing your bag from the backseat.

He placed a hand on your lower back, gently guiding you to the front door. He shuffled around to unlock it, pushing open the door and allowing you to enter first. You stepped inside, making note of Harry on the couch. It was almost 1:00 AM, so you’d assumed he'd be asleep.

“Oh, hey Harry,” you spoke lightly.

“Hey, was wondering when you’d get here…” he trailed off, “I was just about to turn in. Outfit’s great by the way,” he said, standing from the couch and gathering his laptop.

“I don’t mean to chase you out,” you said, not wanting to be in the way.

“No, no, you didn’t,” he soothed, “it’s time to turn in anyway, gonna go golf in the morning.”

“Oh, okay, goodnight.”

“Night,” he said, trudging down the hall.

Tom had set your bag on the bench in the entryway, coming up behind you. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his front, as he snuggled his face into your neck.

“Hi,” he whispered in your hair.

“Hi,” you giggled back, attempting to turn in his grasp.

His hands held you in place, wrapping around to cross over your stomach. He rested his weight against you, slowly swaying the both of you back and forth.

You eyed the mirror across the room, desperate to take pictures like this. After all, he got a new lockscreen earlier…

“Bub,” you giggled, feeling his breath fan across your neck.

“Mmm, yes, my love?” he grumbled, pressing kisses against your skin.

“I wanna take a picture,” you giggled, “over in that cool mirror.”

He squeezed you tighter for a second, before releasing you, “mmkay,” he answered, letting you lead him over to the mirror.

“Do that again,” you told him, guiding his arms around your waist.

He was quick to settle back into you, breathing in your scent as you snapped a few photos in the mirror: a few of him kissing your neck, a few with you both looking in the mirror, a few of him looking at you, lovingly. He buried his face even further into you, hiding completely, as you took just one more. You asked him if it was okay to post one.

“Let me see it first,” he said, wanting to check all of the surroundings for spoilers and whatnot.

He was quick to approve the photo with his lips pressed to your jaw, making you smile.

You put it up on your story, captioning this one, “found him,” with the horse and cherry emojis.

He kissed your neck a few times, watching you post, before mumbling, “ready for bed?”

You yawned slowly, “yeah, I think so.”

“Alright,” he whispered, pecking your cheek one final time.

He slid one hand down your arm, locking your fingers together, and pulling you towards the staircase. He picked up your bag, carrying it with him up to his bedroom. You followed him in and he set your bag on the end of the bed.

“Alright, darling,” he said, rubbing his hands together gently, “make yourself at home.”

“Okay,” you giggled, stepping towards the end of the bed gently.

He’d placed your bag in the middle, next to a sweatshirt. You looked at him, making note of its presence.

“Oh, well, uh, you said you didn’t like hoodies, so I uh, pulled this one out for you, ya know, if you want it,” he said, shuffling his feet.

All you could do was smile, You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. You kissed him gently, lingering for just a second.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips.

“You’re welcome, darling.”

You turned towards the bed, stepping back from him.

“So what’d you bring?” he asked, one hand finding the zipper of your bag as he tried to get a peek inside. You were quick to stop his hands, not wanting him to see the box of tampons thrown on top.

“Things,” you said giggling, “teeth stuff, hair stuff, clothes, a book…” you trailed off.

“A book?” he laughed lightly, “what book?”

“Looking for Alaska,” you answered, “it’s my comfort book.”

“Well, you’ll have to read it to me,” he said with a glint in his eye.

“Okay,” you whispered with a sheepish smile.

“I’m gonna pop in the bathroom real quick, alright?”

“Of course, it’s your house,” you laughed.

In his absence, you changed clothes, dragging on your tiny sleep shorts and matching tank top and pulling his sweatshirt over the top. You moved your bag off the mattress, dropping it on the floor. He came back quickly, seeing your new outfit, and smiling widely.

“Looks good on you,” he grinned.

“Thanks,” you said, “can I take my makeup off?”

“Course,” he answered, gesturing to the bathroom.

While you did that, he changed as well, dressing in a new t-shirt and clean boxers; he didn’t want to get in bed with you for the first time in dirty boxers of course. He shuffled under the covers, tucking into his usual side and propping against the headboard. He scrolled through Instagram, reposting your stories to his own and liking a few posts of yours.

You returned, dropping your items back in your bag, and grabbing your book. You flipped off the overhead light and stepped into the other side, enjoying how utterly domestic everything felt.

He flipped on the lamp on the side table, opening his arm for you to rest against him. You settled against his chest, opening your book to start to read to him. He kissed your head and rubbed small circles into your arm.

Your eyes were getting heavy as you read, but you would gladly stay up all night reading with him. Unfortunately, he started to doze off, snoring just enough for you to hear. You closed the book, marking your page but knowing you’d have to go back a little bit tomorrow, and reached over to turn the light off.

He woke up a bit, grumbling, “what’re you doing, love?”

“Just turning off the light,” you whispered, “go back to sleep.”

He sank down to lay against the pillows. You dropped back over to your side, curling up, but leaving some distance between you two. You faced him, admiring his face as he slept.

“What’re you doing?” he grumbled, eyes still closed.

“What do you mean?” you giggled, “going to sleep.”

“No, c’mere,” he said, reaching an arm out to wrap around your waist.

He pulled you into him, tangling your legs together and pecking your cheeks. You giggled at him, pulling his lips to yours, kissing him goodnight.

“G’night, my love,” he grumbled, tipping his head back to rest his chin against your forehead.

“Night, Pony,” you whispered back.

He chuckled, squeezing you tighter before you both drifted off to sleep.

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[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n, tubbo and jack - we built a boat

requested: yes/no

this is part 10 to the great adventures series

you didn’t actually expect to be filming a vlog with tubbo and jack today, you were spending one of you last days away from home with lani at the beach, not knowing that tubbo and jack would make you join them. you ended up finding several rocks you liked and ran off to pick them up thinking tubbo would like them, so you put them in your pocket. whilst you were collecting rocks, lani was on the phone to tubbo letting him know you were actually at the beach if he wanted you to join him in the vlog.

“wait y/ns there? put them on the phone.”

“they’re in the water.”

“why?”

“ill ask, Y/N WHY ARE YOU IN THE WATER?!”

“I FOUND A ROCK THAT MATCHES RANBOOS BRAND BUT A WAVE TOOK IT AWAY FROM ME AND IM NOT LETTING POSEIDON WIN!”

“yeah they’re fighting Poseidon, where are you going to be? ill bring them to you.”

few minutes later you made your way to lani drenched in water.

“i fell…stop laughing!”

“im not!”

“you’re eyes are literally watering because you’re holding in your laughter, anyway look what i got you!”

you placed a clear quartz crystal and a piece of sea glass in lanis hand.

“thank you y/n!! wait this isn’t like your other rocks?”

“i know!! it’s clear quartz and sea glass. i felt like you should have it! i think it’s because i won the battle with Poseidon!”

“you fell.”

“shut up!”

“are you staying at ours again tonight?”

“think so… wanna turn the crystal into a necklace?”

“definitely!”

lani ended up taking you to where tubbo was, but didn’t tell you what was happening, you only found out when you looked up to see jack recording you and lani.

“hold up, guest appearance.”

“oh hi lani…y/n, guess what?”

you looked down to see the boat.

“oh fuck no!”

you walked away laughing, tubbo followed after you dragging you back to the others.

“they said they can’t wait to go on the boat with us jack!”

“how likely is he to be able to build this?? how likely are me and y/n going to drown??”

“uhm good chances!”

“of what?”

“lani, am i going to live or die?”

you laughed as lani walked away shrugging.

“tubbo how much money did you spend on this…”

“£50.”

“oh great i’m drowning today!”

you stood next to jack tilting your head as tubbo attached the sail to the pole.

“just remember if you two die, i’m in your will.”

“i didn’t write a will.”

“well that was your first mistake y/n did!”

“tubbo gets my rock collection, tommy gets whatever he wants just not the rock collection, ranboo gets whatever tommy doesn’t want, and you get what ranboo doesn’t want.”

a few minutes later you helped tubbo put the sail up whilst jack stood filming you both.

“this looks unsafe..”

“and muddy.”

“it’s unsafe and muddy but we’re trying our best.”

“jack didn’t do anything.”

“rude!”

you stood next to lani trying to convince her to go on the boat so you didn’t have to as tubbo tried to lasso jack. after being told no several times, you stood with jack whilst tubbo began to tie a figure of 8, you watched as tubbo began teaching you how to actually tie a figure of 8 using a really morbid story.

“…heh”

“why was that so morbid?”

“we like death on the tubbo channel!”

“i want to go home!”

“no!”

“okay!”

the three of you began to carry the boat out to the sea, however you crashed into something straight away.

“could be worse…could have hit a member of the public.”

“IM TRYING!”

“i can tell…it’s not good enough but i can tell.”

“…TO HIT SOMEONE!”

“NO!”

“my bad T bo!”

“what the fuck did you call me?”

as you were getting ready to go down the ramp, lani looked directly at you and tubbo who were now trying to push each other into the water.

“try not to hit little people in the water!”

“little people…”

“shall we waterproof up?”

you turned around a minute later only to have tubbo holding his phone up to your face after annoying jack with it .

“say hello.”

“hi there , please send help. i’m going to die!”

“ignore y/n, they’re just dramatic..i wouldn’t let them drown.”

you helped tubbo get the boat into the water as jack filmed the pair of you .

“it’s cold.”

“i’ve been in here before…i fell.”

“how cold was it?”

“very.”

“the weed of the sea is in my feet.”

“ew! what the fuck!”

lani noticed you had all let go of the boat and yelled at you all to grab the boat before it left you all behind, jack, and tubbo got in the boat, however you refused as lani kept yelling that the trailer was on.

“oh we’ve left the trailer on.”

“that’s what lani has been saying.”

tubbo got off to untie the trailer and you stood nervously laughing as the wheel fell off .

“i'm actually going to die!”

“it’s fineee!”

you helped jack get out the boat, so you could all fix the boat.

“he thinks we could be doing better.”

“i think everyone could think that.”

jack got on the boat first, then tubbo, who then helped you get onto the boat.

“off we go!”

for the first five minutes, the three of you sat yelling at each other what you all should be doing to make the boat go forwards.

“i quite like this.”

“we’re not moving!”

“exactly!”

soon enough you had figured it all out and waved goodbye to the others after they gave you a thumbs up.

“TO FRANCE!”

“so now what do we do?”

“pray.”

“heh?”

“to what?”

“god..say your final goodbyes we’re going to die!”

“hey that rhymed, you’re a genius!”

at this point the boat had completely stopped moving, however tubbo didn’t think this was the case, and began trying to turn the boat around as it was apparently going to shore, despite the fact you and jack were telling him you all hadn’t moved.

“so what’s the sail for?”

“i mean jack has a point you are paddling.”

“luck!”

“….HEH?”

“y/n you talk to technoblade too much.”

“i’ve been saying heh before i met tommy, what the fuck?”

“jack go up to the front, so y/n can sit next to me.”

jack moved and you sat next to tubbo.

“so how long does it take to go to france?”

“ahh you know, about 20 minutes.”

“how fast do you think we’re going bud?”

“on a, on a, on a train.”

“how would you get the train?”

“i don’t think the train can go across this..”

rather than answering that question tubbo decided he made a hit list.

“we’re going to just go through here.”

“…through where?”

“between the people.”

“NO!”

“you’re creating unnecessary danger.”

you and tubbo started bickering about why he suddenly decided that he was going to hit a bunch of people with the boat for no reason.

“fine you take control y/n!”

“tubbo you were going to kill them!”

“that’s just part of the sailing life!”

you just stared at tubbo shaking your head slightly, trying to process what just happened, then all of a sudden tubbo got up and put you in charge of controlling the boat. you were surprisingly good at it, which was lucky for tubbo and jack who were now leaning out of the boat claiming that they were hiking. they only stopped when the boat began to go faster and noticed you had no idea what you were doing.

“y/n is going to be the reason we crash!”

“yeah i will!”

“why do you sound happy about that?”

“eta france?”

“any second now.”

you decided to focus on making sure the boat was going where you wanted it to go, whilst the others yelled out to the sea occasionally yelling phrases in french as they claimed they could see the french. well you think tubbo was yelling phrases in french, however halfway through you were convinced he started just yelling things in a french accent as he revealed he didn’t actually know french, resulting in jack asking to go to russia as he knows russian.

“y/n, sail is to russia!”

“you know what i don’t wanna drive here you go jack it’s your turn.”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!”

“we’re sick of this shit aren’t we y/n, jack take that…you’re on the wrong side switch sides with us.”

you all swapped sides and you and tubbo sat with your arms around each other instructing jack how to sail .

“yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“thats good now turn us and we’ll be in the wind.”

“we’re about to catch the wind.”

“JACK MANIFOLD GET READY!”

you all swapped sides again and tubbo whispered in your ear, as you sat next to him, about making the boat capsize so jack would go into the water, jack ended up doing a lot better than you and tubbo did, and you all actually started going pretty fast. however, there was absolutely no way you’d get to land any time soon. you sat laughing with tubbo whilst jack yelled about how he was a fisherman, and that’s why he was doing so well and how he studied their fins so he could find out how fish swim.

“for a £50 boat it’s done us well, look we’re sailing, the water cleaned the boat.”

“we havent died.”

“im a little wet, but not too bad.”

“must be nice.”

“oh yeah you fell earlier.”

“how?”

“they were fighting Poseidon.”

“huh?”

“they probably found a rock they liked and went to get it but it ended up in water.”

“…yeah.”

you all ended up catching the wind and tubbo decided to make you and jack do reaction images.

“help girl, i don’t know how to sail.”

“okay jack your turn, drive and film.”

“hey look i’m filming and driving!”

“no film me and y/n!”

jack filmed the pair of you, tubbo had his arm around you to prevent you from falling out of the boat as you had a habit of leaning out the boat to touch the water. you had no idea what to do so ended up copying tubbo, the pair of you took off your hats .

“tips fedora…what do you want to name our boat?”

“tubboat!”

“no way..”

“THE TUBBOATS REAL NOW!!”

it was around now you and tubbo claimed you were all drifting out to sea, and to just let the wind take you wherever it wants to, whereas jack claimed the boat wasn’t moving at all. you pointed at a boat which was moving a lot quicker than you were.

“HES GOT WIND!”

“WHERES OUR WIND?”

“he stole our wind.”

“we’re stranded jack,y/n.”

you noticed lani and waved out to her.

“LANI!”

“jacks sailing, hes getting sailing tips from my cousins!”

“great can he take us to land?”

“no.”

“YO WERE ZOOMING!”

“i hope we don’t capsize..”

“why would we?”

tubbo looked at you and you nodded back at him.

“hey jack we’re gonna tip this boat!”

and with that the pair of you stood up and began tipping the boat over whilst laughing.

“SUCKER WERE STILL DRY!”

“tubbo i’m about to fall!”

tubbo grabbed your hand keeping you up on the boat with him, you both even managed to get back in the boat without getting wet.

“no, if i’m in you have to be in too.”

jack pushed tubbo into the water tubbo then went on to pull you into the water with him.

“NO!”

“IM FREEZING!”

tubbo helped you onto the boat first as this was the second time you ended up in the water, and you were quite clearly cold, he got on after you. you sat on the boat as he filmed the outro and jumped back into the water. once jack ended the recording, you reached out your hand to tubbo helping him back onto the boat. the way back to shore was you and tubbo clinging onto each other trying to warm up, and the three of you making shit jokes, and enjoying each other’s company. you even made a few more plans for when ranboos in the uk. few hours later you had said goodbye to jack and went back to tubbos house, tubbo let you shower first while he stayed with lani as she streamed.

“chuck your clothes outside the door, i’ll put them in the dryer whilst you shower. you can change into these.”

tubbo gave you a hoodie from his merch collection that would be dropping soon, along with your pyjama pants, 30 minutes later you sat with lani whilst tubbo went off to shower, lani ended up finishing the stream after 15 minutes.

“wanna make the necklaces lani?”

“i’d love to!”

not long later tubbo joined the pair of you.

“oooh tubbo i got you some more rocks, they're over there with your phone.”

you ended up making a couple of them into necklaces for him, so the the three of you had something to help you remember the day.

“y/n, i hope you’re enjoying your stay, youll practically be living here for a few month soon.”

“wait their parents said yes?!”

“what are you all talking about?”

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[ollifree]

“She likes horses, superheroes, and you.”

What the MC did to earn a spot on that list.

Fic for Blood Moon by @barbwritesstuff​. Please play it I’m obsessed.

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packpackpackpackPACKPACKPACKPACK

Izzie joined in with the howls before she was fully awake. Then, she launched herself up in bed. Who was that? She cocked her head, even though it wouldn’t help. Howl’s weren’t heard.

No…maybe…. Yes!

A voice she’d never heard. Intermingling with the rest.

packpackpack

Tires scrunched the gravel out front. Vicky’s car, Alpha’s van, and a new one. She looked at the bed next to hers. Empty. Grandma Elma and Grandma Addie must have gone with Alpha.

Izzie dropped out of bed and grabbed her new tutu. Blue, like her pajamas. She had not won the argument that because they matched she could wear them both to bed. Well, she was awake now and perfectly ca-pa-ble of getting dressed all by herself, Thank You Very Much.

Outside the bedroom, she followed the rumble of Alpha’s voice to the kitchen.

“…overwhelmed on the way here. Just needed a few minutes.”

“Getting them out in the rain won’t help!” Minjo’s exasperated voice answered.

Izzie pushed open the door to the trailer and there, by the fire, was the stray. Lank hair, worn jeans, soaked jacket, and eyes red like they’d been crying. Marco was with them. They moved their hands as they spoke.“…they’re, like, peak apple.”

Marco rose a brow. “Peak apple?”

The stray nodded. “Peak apple.”

Marco laughed. Then, his gaze slid past the stray. “Izzie? What are you doing up?”

“Not my fault! You woke me!”

“I didn’t—!” Marco started, then stopped. “Oh. Yeah, we were pretty loud, weren’t we?”

“Very loud!” Izzie put a hand on her hip. “So loud!”

“Super loud?” The stray asked. There was a smile on their face when they said it; but, they leaned forward when they did, and a dirty mass of hair fell across their face. Then they made the same face JiAn did when he ate something yucky.

Marco patted their shoulder. “We’ll get the shower going for you.”

“Don’t suppose one of you has a pair of trimmers?”

“You could use your claws. Marco does.”

“Hey!”

The stray laughed. Izzie liked how it sounded. She grabbed her tutu and lifted it to show them. “Did you see the new tutu Grandma Elma got me?”

“Mhm,” Marco answered. “I did. That’s a lot of sparkles you’re gonna be dropping everywhere.”

“I know.” Izzie turned to the stray. “What do you think?”

In full seriousness, the stray said, “It’s very beautiful, Your Highness.”

Izzie went back inside to tell Alpha he should let the stray stay.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Hollow Pass (Part 1)

Summary: When the reader has to spend a day in the mines for work, she’s less than thrilled. When the miner showing her around for the day, Dean Winchester, is an ass, she’s even less thrilled. But an accident will change all of that and if they want a chance of getting out of the mess they’re in, they’ll need to put their lives in each others hands, literally...

Pairing: Miner!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,100ish

Warnings: language, injury, frightening/claustrophobic/near death situations

A/N: Please enjoy the first of this 2 parter!

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You sighed as you stood in the trailer of the manager’s office, a jumpsuit and a pair of boots sat in a chair. Your boss, bless his heart, thought it was always a good idea for corporate positions to experience a day in the mines to truly understand the product and what the little guy went through on a day to day basis. The argument that you were not really corporate, not even close, seemed to go over his head.

“Y/N, you gonna change? I need my office back,” said the manager through the door. You pulled it open and pouted. “I don’t want you going down in the mines anymore than you do but if you want to make corporate, you gotta do what the CEO says.”

“Dad I don’t even want to work there. I like my simple office job.”

“Then why have you been in all those development programs at work?” he asked. You shrugged and he sighed. “Cause you can’t say no.”

“Do I have to?” you asked, looking back at the overalls.

“Do you want to quit?” he asked.

“I don’t want to lose a good paycheck. But I don’t want a corporate job either,” you said. 

“Then you’re shit outta luck,” he said. “I’m gonna put you with the Winchester boy. He’s on safety checks in our most secure mines.”

“You mean the ones that never have problems.”

“Funny how that all coincidentally happened today of all days,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks dad.”

“I don’t want you going anywhere near explosives. You’ll be safe doing the checks with Dean for the day.”

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said twenty minutes later. The man in overalls and a hard hat rolled his eyes.

“I’m ten minutes late because of you which means I’m gonna get docked those ten minutes of pay so thank you little miss corporate.”

“I’m your boss’ daughter, jackass.”

“Still ain’t my boss,” he said. You huffed and headed over towards the mine entrance when he grabbed the back of your overalls. “No, dummy. You have zero safety gear so unless you want to die, you’re coming with me.”

“Asshole.”

“Dean Winchester at your service,” he said, dragging you over with him to some lockers. He punched a card and went to the storage racks, seemingly grabbing a few items and putting them on. He picked the hard hat off your head and grabbed one with a light and a wire attached to it, clipping it on your belt. He put something over your shoulder you put your arm through like a sling and clipped a mask onto the back of your belt, a flashlight and a small hand pickaxe going through your other loops. “Turn this lamp on anytime you’re in the mine and never, ever, take off your hat. If I yell at you or you smell something funny, get that mask on. Flashlight and the axe are backup for emergencies.”

He put a radio in your pocket and looked you over.

“Oh and for the love of God, do not wander off. I don’t care if you see a bug or break a nail or gotta piss.”

“What do you do if you have to…” you said.

“Normally you piss against some rock like a man but special manager’s daughter we’ll walk you back out here, take our slow ass time, make me go longer than my shift and because I was late today, I don’t get overtime.”

“That sounds kinda illegal.”

“The contracts for this company are a fucking nightmare,” he said, walking out of storage.

“Why work here then?” you asked as he went to an area and grabbed a clipboard. He took two water bottles and clipped them on each of your belts before whistling for you to follow after.

“Well somebody had to pay for his baby brother to go to law school and it wasn’t going to be my drunk of a father now was it,” said Dean, stopping and writing something down. 

“So you didn’t grow up with mining in your family?” you asked.

“No. I’m not some redneck hillbilly like you imagine either,” he said. He flipped on his light and turned yours on when you got to the mine entrance. “Crouch.”

“Huh?”

“We ain’t riding the cart which is missing, dumbass. Crouch down so you can fit in the tunnel,” he said. You swallowed and had to bend down some, following Dean closely. “Ain’t claustrophobic are ya cause now’s the time to tell me.”

“No,” you said. “Jerk.”

“Ah, see? We’re getting along already.”

You walked for five or so minutes before the ground sloped down further and an entrance to the right opened up. Dean straightened up and you did the same, stretching out as he grabbed the back of your jumpsuit.

“Dude, would you stop doing that?” you said.

“Would you stay in my line of sight?”

“That’s harassment. You can’t touch me without my permission,” you said, crossing your arms. He blinked a few times and rolled his eyes quite possibly the most dramatically you’d ever seen in your life.

“This? This is not an office building. Every single time you step in here you run the risk of dying and you have zero clue on how to stay safe down here. I hate it when you people with your big offices and penny pinching bullshit come down here and complain about every goddamn little thing. If you want out, get out of the fucking mining business.”

“You’re an irritable person,” you said. He grumbled and tugged you along with him until you brushed him off. You followed him down a hallway and another, Dean checking things off on his clipboard as he went. “Are you gonna explain any of this stuff?”

“What do you think?” he said. He whistled and you followed him down a few more hallways when he stopped a gauge looking contraption. He checked a few different numbers and valves on it as you spun around. 

“I guess it is kinda cool. That somehow you guys know how to block up rocks and leave all these cracks and know how to make it so it doesn’t all come crashing down.”

“Cracks?” he asked as he squatted down and read off a meter.

“Yeah like that big one,” you said, pointing at the wall across the way. He turned around and looked at it for barely a second before he grabbed your arm. 

“Move. Now,” he said. He pulled out his radio and pressed down the button. “We have a grade five crack in Lodge Six West. Do not blow. I repeat do not-”

The ground rumbled and you heard a splintering noise, Dean pushing you back into the hallway you’d been in. He jumped on top of you and covered your body with his, all the lights going out, a loud thundering of falling rocks happening close by. It seemed to go on and on before it finally stilled, the hallway pitch black.

“You alright?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said, coughing when you felt dust in the air.

“Don’t move,” he said. He lifted his head and there was some light, Dean looking around before climbing off of you and staring at a new wall of rock. He looked at the hallway you’d been in, clicking on his flashlight and you saw where the rock dropped off about a hundred feet away. “Well. Shit.”

“What just happened?”

“The rock was unstable and they already set off the charges and it shook the mountain so now there’s a giant hole over there and our exit is blocked.”

“What’s that way?” you asked, nodding down the only unobstructed hallway.

“Further down into the mine before you hit the decommissioned area.”

“Is there a way out,” you asked, Dean patting his side.

“Fuck. My radio is under all that,” he said. He took out yours and handed it to him, Dean nodding before he turned it on. “Main do you copy, over?”

There was silence on the other end and Dean hit the button again.

“Main this is Winchester in Lodge Six West with…what’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, manager’s kid. Copy, over.”

“Winchester this is Main. We got lots of calls coming in from ground crews about a shaking.”

“Lodge Six West Hall K is a giant crater of death and Hall H is buried, right up to the entrance of junction HJ.”

“Injuries?”

“We’re okay,” said Dean.

“Give me a second.”

Dean took a deep breath and coughed. He tapped your mask on your belt and you put it on, the air a bit easier to breath. 

“Winchester this is Melvin.”

“She’s okay, boss. Just a little shook up. Saved our asses from winding up in the ground even if she doesn’t know it yet,” he said. He held out the radio and you pulled down the mask. 

“Dad I’m fine, really. We both are. It’s just kinda dark and smelly is all.”

“I know. Put your mask on sweetie until you can get to some cleaner air,” he said. You put it back on, Dean, getting to his feet. He pulled you up and looked back at your blocked path. 

“Any other collapses?” asked Dean.

“None reported so far. Everyone should be out of the mine’s or on their way. Alarm is blasting.” You looked back at Dean, his eyes shutting.

“Melvin we can’t hear it. At all.”

“Rodney’s out checking where our side of the collapse starts. We’ll get you out,” he said, someone panting in the background.

“Hall B, Mel,” he said. Dean turned away from you and sighed. No one said anything for a long time until Dean finally raised his head.

“We got two 16 ounces bottles of water. If she rations it, she’s got a shot,” said Dean quietly.

“No, she doesn’t,” said your dad, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “How long does your radio have?”

“Mine got crushed. Hers was on a quarter charge. I’d guess maybe an hour or two tops,” he said.

“Should we call your brother?”

“He’s hiking in Glacier Park this week. No cell service,” said Dean quietly. “Just tell him to check my bottom desk drawer. There’s something for him there.”

“I can do that,” he said. “Is there anyone...parents-”

“All due respect sir, I’d rather you talk to your daughter,” he said. Dean held out the radio to you and you picked it up, Dean skirting around the corner to the one unblocked hallway.

“Dean?” you asked, following over there. He was leaned against the wall and looked over his shoulder at you. “What’s going on?”

“They can’t dig us out in time.”

“What do you mean-”

“Talk to your dad. You’re wasting time. That battery won’t last forever,” he said. He turned back and you walked back around the corner, sitting down against the wall.

“Hi dad,” you said.

“Hey,” he said, his voice shaky. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Mom’s on her way down to talk, okay? She’ll be here in ten minutes.”

“I so quit this job,” you said, wiping off your eyes with the back of your hand. He laughed and you threw your head back. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m gonna stay on the line as long as I can, okay?”

“Okay. Okay.”

Two Hours Later

The battery in the radio had died about fifteen minutes ago. There was no sound aside from your sniffling and Dean’s down the hall. You got up eventually and went into the hall, sitting down beside him. You handed him the radio and he clipped it back on his belt.

“You okay?” you asked, voice hoarse.

“You try listening to someone say goodbye to their parents and not bawl,” he said. He wiped off his face and took a deep breath. “Air’s better now at least.”

“What do we do now?”

“Now,” he said, clipping his water bottle onto your belt. “You sit there and try not to exert a lot of energy and that water will last you a few days.”

“We both heard my father. They can’t drill or dig or do anything fast enough. It’d take weeks. I’m not sitting here next to your dead ass so take your damn water back,” you said, shoving it back in his chest. He didn’t speak but put it on his belt, pulling his knees into his chest. “Why were you so mean to me before? You gave up time on the phone for me. I don’t think you’re what you pretend to be.”

“I’m a dead man walking and that’s a fact.”

“Technically you’re sitting.”

He smiled and rested his face in his knees. He sat up and reached over behind you, hitting off your headlight.

“We need to conserve power as long as possible,” he said.

“Will our lights go out before we dehydrate to death?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. “This is what it’ll be like.”

He flipped off his lamp and you swore you’d never experienced a darkness so deep. You felt his hand graze yours before holding it and you swallowed.

“Kinda less scary knowing you can turn it back on again,” he said.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why such a brute?”

“You do this job long enough and most people think you’re a dumb sack of shit with nothing in his head. You’re dead weight, odds are you’ll die down here or get into some kind of accident and have to go on disability the rest of your life. You corporate people are always so stuck up, like I’m not even good enough to be the dirt on your shoes. I didn’t give you a chance because odds were you were like all the rest of them. You’re the only reason we didn’t die in that hole, very painfully.”

“Wouldn’t we have-”

“No. It’s not a simple hole we would have fell in. Falling rocks, crushing and hitting, landing on you, ones you hit yourself. Might not kill you immediately. You’d feel it.”

“Dying of thirst is better?”

“I’d say so. Still get to keep this handsome face, or what’ll be left of it,” he said. He flipped his light back on and you scooted closer. “I think you’re very attractive.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m gonna die in like three or four days. Life has no consequences now and I happen to find you very attractive and you seem like a smart, sweet woman that put her parents a little at ease during the worst moment of their lives.”

“Who’s your brother?” you asked. “No consequences after all.”

“He’s a lawyer...and my best friend.”

“You said you did this job for him.”

“Student debt is a bitch. I try to help him out and the overtime helps make dents in it,” he said. “Our parents had debt out their asses. It caused so many problems for us. I wanted him safe, never have to worry about the next meal on the plate or the roof over his head or having to wear my hand me downs ever again. At least he’ll get my life insurance policy. That should help.”

“I have been busting my ass since I was a college freshman in that office to move up the chain for a job I didn’t even want. I completely lost nearly all of my twenties to work. All so I could die in here.”

“Well I know this doesn't sound good but I’m glad I didn’t die all super painful. Or that I’ll be alone,” he said. You smiled and nodded, Dean returning it. “Got any bucket list shit we can pull off down here?”

“We could make out,” you said. “Never knew anyone could make that jumpsuit look good.”

“Why the fuck not,” he chuckled. He leaned in close and your helmets bonked, Dean pulling his off and yours, quickly cupping your face. 

His lips were gentler than you thought, the two of you stopping when your lips were pressed together. You rested your forehead against his and broke off only an inch.

“Not as much fun at the moment as it sounded,” you breathed out.

“Pretty good last kiss though,” he said. You put your helmets back on and you grabbed his hand again. 

“Don’t let go down here. Please.”

He reached to his belt and undid a little pouch, pulling out a small tether of rope. He clipped one end onto him and the other to you.

“For when the lights go out,” he said.

“How long do we got?”

“About a day, maybe a little more,” he said. You sighed and turned your head, staring down the rest of the hall. “It’s decommissioned, Y/N. It’s a death trap.”

“Is there a way out?” you asked.

“Maybe. Maybe they never find us though,” he said. You stared at him and he nodded, hitting your headlamp back on. “Enough of the pity party. Let’s go get out of here or die trying.”

He stood and held out a hand, hoisting you to your feet. 

“So. What’s our best option?” you asked.

“It’s alright for a bit until we get to the decommissioned section. When we get there, that’s when it gets dangerous. Technically it’s dangerous now considering the blast but we’re okay for a bit,” he said. 

“Let’s go then,” you said. He nodded and you followed him down the hall, walking side by side. 

“Alright so the decommissioned section is called Hollow Pass. Beyond that is Upper Seven. If we can get to Upper Seven, we can get out the old entrance I’m pretty sure. Never been in there but hopefully it’s not a maze over there.”

“So Hollow Pass is the hard part.”

“Yeah.”

“Why was it decommissioned?”

“Unstable ground. Holes, pockets of air, rotted support beams, wood planks.”

“So it’s a death trap.”

“Yup,” he said. “We’re probably gonna die down there.”

“What do you think our odds are?”

“Well it’s been out of order for over fifty years, we have no map, I have no real idea where exactly to go...I give us 1% odds.”

“Beats are 0% odds here.”

“Good way to think about it considering we’re going to most likely die.” He stopped walking and took a deep breath. “If I fall or whatever, follow the widest hall possible and keep away from wood and cracks as best as possible. Ration your water and eventually you’ll find your way out.”

“If you fall I’m definitely not gonna make it.”

“Well at least try. You can tell my brother how devastatingly brave I was that way.”

“You just spent the past hour crying.”

“So did you,” he said. You bumped his shoulder and he returned it but it was playful and soft. You walked together quietly for a moment until Dean rounded a corner and took a deep breath.

There were a few planks across a hallway, Dean kicking them down, frowning when they broke pretty easily.

“There’s gonna be rot.”

“Lovely.”

“We don’t have to go,” he said. “You don’t have to. There’s a chance-“

“There’s no chance Dean. Not if we stay up there. If you don’t want to go, I will. Maybe I can get help back in-“

“We’re doing this together or you’re staying. I can go and you-“

“We both go,” you said. 

“I go first. You step where I step and if I tell you to do anything, you do it.”

“Dean. We already established that you’re not a hardass. You can lead the way but you know, nicely.”

“Alright, alright,” he said. He gave more slack in the rope attached to the two of you and took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

He was calm for a few minutes until you were turning down a hallway, Dean suddenly stopping in front of you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Look,” he said. You poked your head around him, swallowing at the rotted wood on the ground, holes worn into the planking. “Y/N that’s not good. Rot means there’s water and water means erosion and erosion means big shafts hundreds of feet straight down under those wood planks.”

“How much of it is wood?” you asked. You both looked ahead and sighed, the whole hall flooring covered in wood. “Shit.”

“Y/N. This is too dangerous. I’ve worked in mines since I was 18 and it’s way too dangerous.”

“Dean. I don’t want to die. If we don’t do anything, we’re dead in three days, maybe less.”

“Maybe they come up the decommissioned mine and get us,” he said. 

“Dean. The mountain collapsed from what my dad said. They are not coming in here, risking even more lives, in this mine. It might even have collapsed on the other side on the way out. We don’t know. All we do know is we stay and we’re dead or we go and we’re maybe dead.”

“You still won’t let me go on ahead on my own to try to get some help?”

“You’re not leaving me alone,” you said. You stepped ahead and he yanked on the rope, pulling you back. “Dean. Stop.”

“I go first,” he said. You held up your hands and he swallowed, Dean stepping past you, carefully putting his weight down on each plank. “Follow. Every footstep exactly where mine go.”

You followed after, the only sounds your breathing and the occasional board creaking. Dean put a foot down and stopped moving forward when you heard snapping. 

“Go back. Slowly.”

You stepped a foot backwards, putting weight on it and your foot going straight through. Dean grabbed your arm as you pulled your foot up, a few sticks falling into a deep dark pit. 

“What do we do,” you breathed out.

“Well we’re over rock that fell away so there’s a big hole beneath us if the rotted wood is anything to go by,” he said. You heard the slight waiver in his voice and sighed. “We make a choice. Forwards or backwards.”

“Back looks bad. Plus we already probably broke the supports.”

“I think solid ground is in front. But I have to jump for it,” he said. You looked past him and shook your head. 

“Dean, it's way too far. I can try to walk over there if you let out the rope. I get to solid ground and then you walk and if you fall, I got you with the rope.”

“Sweetheart, there’s no way.”

“You’re too heavy and we can’t stay here,” you said. You slipped past him and he tried to grab you but you went quickly. “Dean let out the rope. Now.”

“Fuck. We’re gonna die.”

“No we’re not,” you said, walking quickly, planks creaking but you sighed when you had solid rock under your feet again. “Alright. Just go where I did and fast.”

He took a deep breath and walked a few steps, a loud groaning of the wood making him move faster.

You hit the ground the second you saw him go down, the wood breaking away. Dean shouted and you dug your heels into the dirt. 

“Y/N!” he said, falling straight down into a hole and out of view.

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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Stiles- If I Can’t Have You, No One Can (Obsessed Part 4)

A/N: When I was initally writing this series I had a set plan for where I wanted it to end and how. I was recently rewatching the last few episodes of season 2 and I got struck with some inspiration. Let me know down below if you guys want a part 5 so I can continue the series!

TRIGGER WARNING: Stalking, kidnapping

Here are the links for Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

“Right there!” Stiles cried, frantically gesturing toward the computer screen on his dad’s desk. “Stop! Stop! See? There he is again.”

They were scrolling through hours of security footage recorded at the hospital the night one of Matt’s victims was killed. So far, all they had managed to capture were shots of him with his back turned. This tape was no different. 

“You mean there’s the back of his head again,” the Sheriff told him. 

“Okay, but look. He’s talking to someone!”

Scott followed Stiles’ gaze. His eyes widened. “He’s talking to my mom.”

He hastily pulled out his phone out of his jeans and called his mom, hoping she would be able to confirm that it was Matt. Stiles tapped his foot nervously as they talked. His shoulders slumped in relief when he heard her say that Matt was the one she had seen. 

“Alright,” the Sheriff said when she hung up. He picked up a manila evidence folder from his desk. 

“We’ve got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site...”

“And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders,” Stiles said. “The trailer, the hospital, and the rave.”

“Actually four,” the Sheriff told him, flipping through the documents in the folder. “A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt a few hours before the murder.”

Stiles let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, Dad, if one’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, and three’s a pattern, what’s four?”

“Four’s enough for a warrant.”

Stiles curled his fist in triumph. “We can find Y/n.”

“Scott, call your mom back. See how quickly she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott’s mom in when she gets here.”

 “On it.” Stiles nodded hastily and turned down the hall. 

His whole body was humming with adrenaline now. He had spent the whole night terrified, wondering what Matt was doing to you. Stiles knew you were probably betting on the fact that they would find you. After all, it was what he would have done in your situation. 

You have saved each other plenty of times before, and now it was his turn again. He knew he could do it, he just wasn’t sure what Matt would do to you in the meantime. 

Stiles had tried his best to protect you, but he knew it hadn’t been enough. He should have pushed harder when he suggested you go to the police the other night. He should have kept a closer eye on you at the party, but he had been too caught up in his own issues. 

He tried to shake off those thoughts as he walked down the halls of the station, telling himself that he still had time to make up for it. He had told you the other night that everything he did was to keep you safe, and that was still true. 

As he rounded the corner of the hall, Stiles realized that the officer on duty was no longer standing at the front desk. 

“Hello?” he called, looking around for her. 

That was when he noticed her black combat boot sticking out from behind the corner of the desk. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and he realized she was lying on the floor among a mess of fallen papers. Her eyes were wide open, but they weren’t moving, and her tan uniform was stained dark red with blood.

She was dead, but as Stiles took in the horrific sight, he also noticed another chilling detail. The holster on her hip was empty. Someone had taken her gun. 

Stiles stumbled back, turning around, only to come face to face with you.“Y/n?”

Tears were slipping from your eyes, and your lip was trembling. You looked terrified, standing there in your disheveled dress. It was the same one you had been wearing at the party last night.

Matt was standing behind you, one hand one your shoulder as he pressed the dead officer’s gun into your back. 

“If you make one move I’ll shoot her,” he told Stiles. 

Stiles reluctantly held up his hands. “Okay. Okay, fine.”

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed, but he shook his head. You had to know this wasn’t your fault. 

Matt kept the barrel of the gun pressed against your back as Stiles led you further into the station. He turned into his dad’s office, and you realized that the Sheriff and your brother were also there. 

“Y/n!” Scott cried. 

He started forward, but Matt ordered him to stop, waving the gun so he and the others could see it. 

“Matt,” the Sheriff said slowly. He held up his hands. 

“It’s Matt, right? Matt, whatever’s going on, I guarantee there’s a solution that doesn’t involve a gun.”

Matt’s lips curled into a sick grin. “You know it’s funny you say that, because I don’t think you’re aware of just how right you are.”

“I know you don’t wanna hurt people-”

“Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren’t on my list, but I could be persuaded...and one way is to try calling somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing.”

Scott ripped his hand out of his pocket, looking between you and Stiles apologetically.

“That...that could definitely get someone hurt.”

“Everyone?” Matt gestured with the gun, and you knew he was telling them to give up their phones. “Now!”

“Come on,” the Sheriff told the boys calmly. 

Stiles looked back at you. 

“Pretty sure he tossed mine out the window last night,” you muttered. 

Matt led the four of you to the tiny jail at the back of the station. There, he made Stiles handcuff his dad to a bench. You felt your stomach drop. Now the three of you were completely on your own with Matt.

He waved the three of you in front of him and forced you to walk up to the front of the station. As you passed by another hallway, you gasped.

Three other officers were lying in the hallway and all of them appeared to be dead. Their chests had been ripped open so forcefully that every wall around them was splattered with blood. 

You looked away, fighting the urge to vomit. 

“What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?” Scott demanded.

“No,” Matt said with a scoff. “That’s what Jackson’s for. I just think about killing them...and he does it.”

He forced you back into Stilinski’s office, where he made Stiles log into his dad’s computer. Matt had him delete every bit of evidence, including the video footage of him at the hospital. Scott was destroying the paper evidence in the shredder, including the shoe prints that would have matched Matt’s boots. 

Stiles glared at Matt from behind the desk, wanting to rip him apart as he stroked his fingers down your hair. He had forced you to sit next to him on the couch, and you were currently staring intently at the tiled floor. 

Stiles had already seen the bruises Matt had left on your throat. The only thing keeping him from jumping across that desk was the knowledge that Matt would have Jackson rip all of you to pieces at a moment’s notice. 

“Deleted,” he told Matt bitterly, gesturing toward the computer. “And we’re done. So, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it, because they killed you first-whatever that means-we’re good here, right? I’ll just get my dad and we’ll go. You know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing, enjoy the Kanima.”

Before he could respond, the glow of headlights swept through the windows. You could hear tires crunching on the gravel of the parking lot outside.

“Sounds like your mom’s here,” Matt told you and Scott.

“Matt, don’t do this,” you begged. 

“When she comes to the door, we’ll just tell her to leave,” Scott added. “I’ll tell her we didn’t find anything! Please, Matt.”

The sound of the metal door creaking open echoed through the station, and Matt grinned. “If you don’t move now, I’m gonna kill Y/n first, and then your mom.”

He pressed the gun up against your back, and Scott glared at him. Matt pulled you up by the back of your dress and gestured for Scott and Stiles to go first. 

“Open it,” he ordered Scott, when you had made your way back to the front lobby.

“Please,” Scott begged one more time.

“Open. The. Door,” Matt told him, enunciating each word carefully. 

Scott reached out, shaking his head regretfully. When he turned the knob, the door slowly creaked open to reveal the person standing there. It wasn’t your mom, but Derek Hale. 

“Oh thank god,” Scott breathed. 

But Derek simply stared at him. Then, he pitched forward and slammed straight onto the floor below. Jackson was standing behind him, half transformed. He held up one scaly hand, still dripping with clear venom, and stalked into the lobby.

Matt walked over and knelt in front of Derek, flipping him on his back. He was now completely paralyzed.

“This is the one controlling him?” Derek asked from the floor. “This kid?”

“Well, Derek, not everyone’s lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf.”

Matt straightened up, glancing between you, Scott, and Stiles. “That’s right! I’ve learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas...it’s like a freakin’ halloween party every full moon.”

He smirked. “Except for you Stiles. What do you turn into?”

Stiles glared at him. 

“Abominable snowman,” he snarked. “But it’s more of, like, a wintertime thing. You know...seasonal.”

Matt rolled his eyes, and in seconds, Jackson was swiping his claws across the back of Stiles neck.

“Hey!” you cried. 

“Bitch,” Stiles swore at Matt, before his knees went out from under him. He crashed onto the ground, right on top of Derek’s chest. 

“Get him off of me,” Derek growled. 

Matt laughed. “Oh, I don’t know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must suck though, having all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you’re not used to feeling this helpless.”

Derek glared up at him from the floor. “Still got some teeth. Scoot down here a little closer, huh? We’ll see how helpless I am.”

“Yeah, bitch.”

Stiles’ voice was muffled from being facedown against Derek’s chest, but you couldn’t help but smile. 

For the second time that night, headlights flashed through the windows of the sheriff’s station. You could hear another car pulling to a stop outside. 

“Is that your mom?” Matt asked. “Do what I tell you to, and I won’t hurt her. I won’t even let Jackson near her. 

“Scott, don’t trust him,” Stiles mumbled into Derek’s shirt.

Scott remained frozen in front of the door, but Matt was impatient. He reached forward, snatching you by your hair and tugging you back against him. He wrapped his arm around your neck, squeezing against your windpipe and cutting off your breath.

“This work better for you?” he asked Scott.

You reached up, scratching at his arms, but he didn’t even flinch. 

“Okay, stop, just stop,” your brother begged. 

“Then do what I tell you to!” Matt spat. 

“Okay, alright, stop!”

Matt finally let you go, right as you were on the verge of blacking out. You hit the floor on your hands and knees, gasping and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. 

“You,” Matt said, gesturing to Jackson. “Take them in there. You two, with me.”

He yanked you up off the ground by your arm, and gestured for Scott to open the door as Jackson hauled Derek and Stiles out of the lobby. 

When the door finally opened, Matt pulled you behind the corner of the hallway. You could hear the door squeaking open, and your mom asking “Scott?”

You were trembling as Matt held you back against his chest. What would he do to your mom?”

“You scared me,” you heard her say. “Where is everyone?”

That was when Matt shoved you out in front of him. Your mom gasped your name. As far as she had known, you were still missing. 

When she saw Matt come out behind you and press the gun against your back, she froze. 

“Mom,” Scott told her nervously. “Just do what he says. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you.”

“He’s right,” Matt agreed. 

Then, he raised the gun, and shot Scott in the stomach. You and your mom both screamed, but as she rushed forward, Matt pointed the gun at you. 

“But I didn’t say I wouldn’t hurt him.”

Scott was holding himself up using the wall, just barely managing to not fall to his knees. He had one hand pressed against his side, and blood was beginning to pool through his shirt. You knew he would heal from the gunshot wound, but your mom didn’t.

She tried to step forward, but Matt waved the gun.

“Back! Back!” he ordered. 

“Mom,” Scott choked. “Mom, do it. Please mom.”

You could hear Stiles' dad from all the way at the back of the station. He had undoubtedly heard the gunshot. 

“Matt! Matt, listen to me-!”

“Shut up!” Matt roared. “Shut up! Everybody shut the hell up!”

He gestured to Scott before training the gun back on you. “Get up, or I shoot your sister next.”

“Please,” your mom begged. Tears were running down her cheeks. “He needs to see a doctor.”

Matt tilted his head. “You think so?”

“It’s alright,” Scott insisted. “I’m okay.”

“No, sweetie, you’re not,” your mom insisted. 

She began to babble about how he was just feeling the adrenaline, how he needed to get to the hospital. You looked over at your brother, and he met your eyes. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his secret after this, provided you all made it out alive.

“They have no idea, do they?” Matt asked you. 

You didn’t answer him. Your mom was still trying to convince Matt to let her take Scott to the hospital. 

“Lady, if you keep talking, I’m going to put the next bullet in her head.”

He raised the gun to your skull. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the barrel of the gun against your skin.

Your mom took a deep breath, and held up her hands. Tears were streaming down her face, leaving wet lines of black mascara. “Okay...okay.”

Matt shoved you in front of him, pushing you down the hall. He paraded you back through the station, and locked your mom into the cell next to the bench Stilinski was cuffed to. 

When Matt shut the cell door, your mom reached out through the bars, grasping your hand tightly. “You’re okay?”

You nodded, tears slipping from your own eyes. “I’m okay. Stiles and Scott made sure I was safe.”

“Back to the front McCall!” Matt barked. “Both of you!”

You glanced back at your mom reluctantly as Matt shoved you in front of him. He walked behind you and your brother as you headed out into the hallway. Then, he herded you into the station breakroom. 

There were a few tables and some chairs, but even though you were exhausted, you were too afraid to sit down. Scott leaned against one of the tables, still grasping his bloody side. You guessed the wound wasn’t fully healed yet. If the bullet hadn’t exited, it wouldn’t be able to close unless someone pulled it out. 

“The evidence is gone,” Scott told him. “Why don’t you just go?” Matt raised his eyebrows. “You really think the evidence mattered that much? No. No, I want the book.”

“What book?” Scott asked him,

“The bestiary!” Matt snarled. “And not just a few pages. I want the entire thing.”

“I don’t have it. It’s Gerard’s. You told him that, didn’t you?” He was looking at you now. You shrugged. “I tried.”

Scott glanced back over at Matt. “What do you need it for, anyway?”

“I need answers.”

“Answers to what?”

Frustrated, Matt yanked up the edge of his shirt, revealing his scale-covered side. “To this!”

Scott’s eyes went wide. If Matt was turning into another kanima, there was nothing stopping him from killing whoever he wanted. When you looked at your brother’s face, you had the sneaking suspicion that you two would be next on his list. 

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Stiles laid on the floor of the station, staring up at the ceiling. The tiled floor was cold against his back, which was a welcome relief considering sweat was dripping down his neck. He wasn’t sure whether it was just hot in the station, or if he was nervous. If he was being honest, it was both. 

He and Derek had been lying there for what felt like hours, but Stiles knew it was probably only thirty minutes. 

“Hey,” he said, breaking the silence. “Do you know what’s happening to Matt?”

“I know the book’s not gonna help him,” Derek said grimly. “You can’t just break the rules. Not like this.”

Stiles tried to look over at him from the corner of his eye. 

“What do you mean?”

“The universe balances things out. It always does.”

“Is it because he’s using Jackson to kill people who don’t deserve it?”

“And killing people himself,” Derek added.

Stiles thought for a moment. “So if he breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima?”

“Balance,” Derek agreed.

“Will he believe us if we tell him that?”

“Probably not.”

Stiles sighed. “Okay, he’s gonna kill all of us once he gets that book, isn’t he?”

“Yep...except for maybe Scott’s sister.”

Stiles gritted his teeth. “I’m gonna kick his ass the second I can move again.”

“That’s a great way to get her throat ripped out too.”

Stiles didn’t respond. He knew Derek was right, but a part of him wanted to go after Matt without thinking about the consequences. He knew he had left those bruises on your neck. He knew that the minute you shattered Matt’s fantasy, he would kill you too. He had to do something before that happened. 

“I know you’re in love with her.”

Stiles swallowed at Derek’s words. “Maybe.”

“I can tell. I know you’d do anything to save her, but right now, we need to be smarter.”

“Alright,” Stiles relented. “So what do we do? Do we just sit here and wait to die?”

“Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process.”

“Wha-”

He glanced down, only to realize that Derek’s claws were now protruding from his fingers. They had grown into his jeans, right into his skin, where blood was beginning to ooze.

Stiles gagged. “Oh, gross.” 

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Back in the breakroom of the station, Matt shook his head, letting his shirt fall back down. He glanced between you and Scott.

 “You know, I feel sorry for you guys. Cause right now you’re probably thinking ‘How am I gonna explain this when it heals?’. And the sad part is, you don’t even realize how incredible it is that you are healing. Cause you know what happens to anyone else when they get shot? They die!”

You and Scott exchanged uneasy glances.

 “Is that what happened to you?” your brother asked.

Matt was silent. He was staring at the ground, but he didn’t look as vicious as he had earlier. He actually seemed kind of tired. Scott seemed to notice this too, so he continued to press. 

“You drowned, didn’t you?”

“He shouldn’t have let them drink,” Matt muttered, still staring at the floor.

“What?” you asked. “Who? Matt, what do you mean?”

“Lahey!” He suddenly exploded. “He shouldn’t have let them drink.”

You flinched back, closer to your brother.

“What?” Scott asked. “Who was drinking?”

“The swim team, you idiot! I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know they had just won State…”

You and Scott listened to Matt as he went on and on. He explained how, when he was in eighth grade,  he had been heading over to Isaac’s to trade comics. Mr. Lahey was throwing a party for his swim team and letting them drink around the pool. All of Matt’s victims had been there. Tucker, Cara, Bennett, even Jessica and Shawn, the married couple.

 They were joking around when Matt came into the backyard, tossing each other into the pool. Isaac’s brother Camden decided to throw Matt in too. They didn’t know he couldn’t swim.

“And the next thing I know, I’m lying by the pool,” Matt explained. “And Lahey’s standing over me, and he’s saying ‘You don’t know how to swim? What little bastard doesn’t know how to swim? You say nothing. You tell no one.’ And I didn’t.”

He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “I would wake up every night, gasping for breath. My parents thought I was an asthamatic. They even got me and inhaler. They didn’t know that everytime I closed my eyes, I…I was drowning.”

He was silent for a few moments, and then he looked back at you and Scott. “And then came Kate Argent’s funeral.”

His lips began to curl into a smile as he explained how he had realized he and Jackson were bonded. 

“I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of them. I looked down at my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that filled up inside of me. I looked at him and I just...I wanted to see him dead.”

Matt let out a disbelieving laugh. “And the next day, he actually was! You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology, like...like the Furies coming down to punish Orestes.”

He looked over at Scott, who was staring at him, dumbfounded. Matt rolled his eyes. “You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”

Scott swallowed. “Was that...was that the guy that stabbed out his eyes.”

“That’s Oedipus, you dumbass!” Matt barked. 

His gaze snapped over at you. “You know what I’m talking about don’t you?”

You nodded carefully. “The furies were deities of vengeance, weren’t they?”

 Matt nodded. “Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the Furies would do the punishing. Jackson is my Fury. You know, when I saw him the next night, I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again.”

Matt began to smile to himself again. “So I went to Tucker’s garage. I even paid for an oil change, and guess what? He didn’t even recognize me! So when he wasn’t looking, I took a shot of him with my camera...and in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture, and Jackson would take their life.”

You glanced over at Scott, who looked just as concerned as you were. Matt was giving no indication that he would stop the killings. You were pretty sure that he and Stiles were next on his list. 

Scott opened his mouth, maybe to try and convince Matt to let you all go, but he never got the chance to speak. The thick, acrid smell of smoke filled the air, and suddenly the room was engulfed in a white cloud. 

Sirens began to wail, echoing through the halls of the station. They let out a sharp, bleating sound that hurt your ears.

“What is this?!” Matt demanded. “What’s happening? What’s going on?!”

He suddenly reached out, snatching you by the arm.

“I don’t know!” Scott cried. “Y/n, where are you?”

“I’m right here!” 

He reached out, trying to see if he could grab you, but Matt yanked you backward against him. He pressed his gun against your side and forced you out the nearest exit.

Bright yellow emergency lights began to flicker, illuminating the breakroom. Jackson passed you and Matt as you left the room. He was headed right toward Scott. You tried to pull out of his grasp, but he dug his nails into your arm. 

“Scott!” you screamed.

“I’ll have Jackson rip your mom apart next,” he snarled. 

He dragged you through the halls of the station, keeping the gun pressed tightly against your side. The smoke was starting to dissipate now, and the flashing lights ensured that Matt knew where he was going. 

He shoved open a door and hauled you into a darkened garage. The long room was bordered by bay doors on one side. A few desks littered the room, but it was mostly filled with police squad cars or transport vans.

Matt dragged you past tool carts and spare tires, and you struggled not to trip.

“Please, Matt,” you begged. “Just let me go.”

“Shut up!” Matt snapped. He looked around frantically until he spotted a door with a glowing, red exit sign. He pushed you toward it and forced you outside. 

Cool air hit your face as you stepped out into the night, but you didn’t have time to appreciate it. He broke into a run, keeping one hand on your arm as he pulled you further from the building. Panic began to build in your chest.

  A couple hundred yards ahead, the clearing you and Matt were running through ended with a line of trees. There was a small creek running at the edge of it. Farther downstream, a bridge crossed over the water. Matt began to pull you in the opposite direction. 

Suddenly, you stumbled, falling onto your knees in the grass. Matt reached down to haul you up, but when his guard was down, you knocked the gun out of his hand. It landed somewhere in the grass, and he was unable to see where it went in the dark. 

You scrambled onto your feet as Matt felt for the gun in the grass, but when he realized you were running, he abandoned it. 

“No!”

He tackled you to the ground before you could even make it five feet away, and the impact knocked the wind out of you. 

You squirmed, but he quickly pinned you down into the grass. 

“Get off me!” you gasped, but his hands were pressing your wrists into the grass. 

He smiled down at you, but there was an empty look in his eyes. Your heart began to pound even harder against your chest.

“Do you remember when I said that I’m not the type of guy that’s gonna say something like ‘If I can’t have her, no one can.’?”

You writhed under him, but your exhaustion had caught up with you. He was much stronger, and now that he was turning into another kanima, you didn’t have a chance of fighting him off.

Matt didn’t wait for you to respond to him. He just kept talking and grinning down at you with that sick look in his eyes. 

“See, that’s not entirely true,” he mused. “Because, Y/n, if I can’t have you. No one can.”

Then his hands were on your neck, squeezing. You fought him, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. He was going to kill you. 

You reached up, scratching at his hands and wrists. You could feel his skin peeling away under your nails and the warm, wet blood you were drawing. Still, it wasn’t enough. 

Your vision was beginning to cloud. Your attempts to fight him off were growing weaker by the second. All you could think of was Stiles. 

The two of you always seemed to be saving each other in one way or another. This time, you had hoped he would be able to rescue you, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. You knew there was no use in hoping for anything else. 

Instead, you tried to think about something good. As your mind wandered, you thought of Stiles’ honey brown eyes. You thought of the surprise and delight on his face when you said something funny that he hadn’t expected. You remembered the way he had kissed you the night at the rave, his hands warm on your cheeks. 

Everything was beginning to go dark, but you were content. You swore you could hear Stiles’ voice, warm and soothing...and then it was gone. 

You opened your eyes, taking one painful, gasping breath. Matt’s weight was no longer on top of you. You rolled over onto your side, desperately sucking in air as you struggled to lift yourself up into a sitting position in the grass. 

You looked around, wondering what had happened. That was when you saw Matt being dragged down the hill by Gerard Argent, of all people. You didn’t understand what was happening at first, but then, Gerard threw him down into the bed of the creek. 

Gerard waded out until he was knee-deep in the water. Then he grabbed Matt by his t-shirt and thrust his head under water. You watched, horrified, as he drowned him in the creek. 

That was when you ran, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to make sure Gerard wouldn’t follow you. He didn’t even look up. Either he would come after you later, or he just didn’t care.

You sprinted past the bridge, only to have a pair of arms reach out and snatch you back. You opened your mouth to scream, but a hand clamped down over your lips, muffling the sound.

You were pushed up against the side of the bridge, the rough stone scraping against your back. When you saw who had grabbed you, your eyes went wide. It was Peter Hale.

It suddenly crossed your mind that maybe you hadn’t escaped Matt in the clearing. Maybe you were dead. Maybe that was why you were face to face with Peter, whose throat Derek had slashed open last month. 

He held one finger to his lips as he stared down at you, and while you should have been terrified, you had the odd feeling that he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Watch,” he said quietly.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around, forcing you to look back at Matt and Gerard. You could see Matt’s motionless body floating in the water. Gerard was now standing up on the bank of the creek, his clothes still dripping wet. His lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. It didn’t seem to matter, because what you saw next told you everything you needed to know. 

The Kanima was creeping out from the shadows, wandering toward Gerard on its hands and feet. Instead of running, Gerard lifted one arm and raised his palm. The Kanima moved closer, hesitantly. Then it lifted up one scaly, clawed hand, and touched its palm to Gerard’s.

He was now its master. 

“Go,” Peter urged in your ear. “Tell your brother what you saw.”

You blinked up at him, confused. “Why?”

A smile played at the edge of Peter’s lips. “I have a feeling we’re all on the same team now.”

He let go of your shoulders and you slowly backed away from him, keeping your eyes trained on his shadowy form the entire time. When you were a few yards away, you turned your back and took off running toward the station.

Your chest was burning as you raced back toward Scott and the others. When you pushed open the doors of the station, several officers whirled around and trained their guns on you. You guessed Stiles’ dad had called for backup at some point. 

As you threw up your hands, you were able to see the Sheriff, your mom, and Stiles all standing in the lobby.

“Y/n!” Stiles cried. “Oh thank god.”

The officers lowered their guns, and Stiles rushed over. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You froze in his arms, not quite sure how to handle his touch. The feeling of being caged against him made your skin crawl. Though you hated to admit it, it reminded you of Matt.

He pulled away suddenly, realizing you weren’t reciprocating. 

“Hey...are-are you okay?”

You shook your head, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. The lights of the station were too bright, and the sound of the deputies’ boots thumping on the floor caused you to flinch. You didn’t even know where to start.

Stiles watched in shock as you suddenly burst into tears. He wanted to reach out and hold you, but by the way you had just reacted, he was afraid to touch you. 

“Oh, uh…”

Before he could think of anything to say, your mom rushed over and put a hand on your back. “Let’s get you somewhere quiet, Sweetheart.”

She cast a sympathetic glance in Stiles’ direction and led you down the hall. The Sheriff followed after the two of you, no doubt planning to take your statement. Matt was nowhere to be found, and Stiles was willing to bet you knew what happened to him.

He wanted to follow, but he knew if he did, his dad would just kick him out of the room. You were a witness now, and they would need an official statement from you. 

Scott came jogging down the hallway. Stiles realized he must have heard you come back.

By then, the door to the office you had disappeared into was shut. 

Scott headed over to Stiles. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles admitted. “But I don’t think your sister’s okay.”

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playing the part | myg

summary: On set, Yoongi was your enemy but off set, he was your secret lover. 18+

prompt: y/n is the star of an action movie and Yoongi is her enemy. While they hate each other in the movie, they genuinely like spending time with each other in real life.

genre: action, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: violence, guns, fist fighting, near-death experience, swearing, unprotected sex (please be safe yall) female receiving, stimulation while being penetrated, creampie, aftercare, and feelings that can’t be said out loud.

w/c: 4k

Rating: 18+

a/n: I was initially going to post this at the very beginning of the year, but I ended up getting sick and testing positive for covid-19. (please don’t worry about me. I’m feeling much better now 😊) But a few of my followers have been asking about me since I haven’t posted in a while, so I figured I’d give everyone a quick update. I’m glad to be back and happy to be working on all of my WIPs I have planned for the month. Please everyone, social distance, wear your masks, and stay safe. Happy reading  💕

"I'm done playing games with you." Your furious words bouncing off the walls of the abandoned warehouse as the weight of your pistol points directly at the male standing in front of you. "Hand over the money, or I'll put a hole in your head," Your finger seconds away from the trigger.

Yoongi chuckles, a cocky smirk stretching across his lips. "You won't shoot me-"

BANG

Before Yoongi ever had the chance of completing his sentence, the melody of your warning shot echoes, causing a vibration of whitenoise to jolt the walls of your inner eardrums. Missing on purpose, the bullet still managed to graze Yoongi’s skin, a thin line of blood trickling down his cheek.

Yoongi snickers at your attempt to frighten him while wiping away the blood that stained his flesh. "Why waste a bullet when you could have easily taken my life?" His words oozing arrogance as his body strutted forward, emptying the gap between the two of you. "Is it because you don't have the strength to kill the man you love?" He taunts wickely, onyx eyes peering into yours.  

With Yoongi being this close in proximity, the muscles in your body begin to tense, jaw clenching tightly as your sweaty hands gripped the handle of your gun. "Shut up!" You shout, not allowing him to use your emotions against you.

Yoongi observes your hesitant behavior, licking his bottom lip enticingly. "How about I make it easier, so you don't miss next time, hm." He sarcastically hums, gripping the barrel of your gun to position the weapon against the flat of his forehead. "I've done the hard part; now, all you have to do is shoot, baby girl." He mocks with the pet name he once called you.  

It was at this intense moment, you begin to regret it all. Accepting a job that required your feminine charm to seduce a drug lord that just so happened to owe your client an uber amount of money. You've done it before, sleeping with the enemy only to assassinate them by morning, so why was Yoongi so different? Why was this so hard?

Was it the luxurious dates? His charming smile? Unworldly sex? You don't really remember, only knowing that somewhere along that line, loving him was no longer pretend. "I said, Shut up!" You shake your head in hopes of ridding your brain of all the useless memories that only made your job harder.

"FUCKIN' DO IT!" Yoongi shouts through clenched teeth as his grip around the barrow of your gun tightens.

Flinching with your eyes shut, your finger pulls the trigger, producing another loud bang that causes your wrist to jerk from the power of the gun. Your heart drops at the sound, and you're afraid to open your eyes, knowing the second you do, your vision will be met with your lover in a pool of his own blood.

"Fuck, you were actually gonna kill me that time, huh?"

The sound of Yoongi’s voice causes your lashes to jolt open, shocked that the man was still alive and well, standing before you. It was then you notice your weapon carrying, hand being pinned above your head. The swift bastard must have trapped you in the second before you pulled the trigger. "I have a job to do, and I won't let feelings get in the way of my mission." You announce proudly, but more so to convince yourself than anything else.

Yoongi clicks his tongue at your response. "Is that so?" Taking advantage of your pinned  position, he stares your body down with an almost hungry eye. Your smooth skin glistening with sweat, large eyes that seemed to out shine the moon, delectable lips slightly parted to breathe, and a leather body suit that hugged every heavenly curve; curves he was once oh so familiar with. But, it was also in that moment Yoongi realized, despite the lustful infatuation that pulled him towards you, he'd be damned if he let anyone take his life. "I'll just have to kill you first then."

Before you could react to Yoongi's threat, his stealthy foot sweeps from under you, knocking you off your balance. Your body collides into the ground, gun sliding across the cold concrete. "Shit!" You eye down the weapon, collecting your balance once again to dart towards the object but Yoongi's headstart nearly beats you to it.

He takes the chance to reach down to grab the pistol -possibly to use it to end your life- but your survival instincts emerge,  causing your body to fling forward, tackling Yoongi like a linebacker on a football field. "Son of a..." He sneers at the weight of your body straddling his waist, fist flying forward to attack his face. Blocking your attacks, Yoongi grows frustrated with how long the altercation has lasted. "Okay, baby girl, this ends now." Grunting, Yoongi  uses his upper body strength to flip you, landing on your back as his heavy body pins you in.

For a short moment, Yoongi takes the time to admire your beauty. Messy hair splattered around your glistening face, chest heaving in attempt to collect your breath and cheeks an exhausted pink. "You're so fuckin beautiful..." But as soon as the soft words left his lips, a hand reached behind his back, removing a silver gun from it’s holster. “Which is why it pains me to do this.” Cocking the weapon, Yoongi presses the hold metal to your temple. "But before you go, say one last thing for me."

You struggled with all your might to wiggle yourself from under Yoongi, but his masculine weight bore you to struggle. You also attempted to reach for your gun, only half an inch away, but it was to no avail. "What?" You question back with a sneer, but not because you actually care -or maybe you do- but more so to buy you some time before your death.

Yoongi snickers, leaning in to ghost his devilish smirk over your swollen lips. "Tell me, it wasn't all fake." His jet eyes begin to soften as the pad of his thumb caresses your cheek. "Tell me, you love me."  

Your heart skips a beat but not because of the adrenaline spiking through your veins, but because even after everything, the fights, the betrayal, his heavy gun pressed to your temple, you still loved him. In an ordinary world, you'd be considered a psychopath for falling for a drug lord, but you didn't live in the real world. You were a hitman, and with your busy schedule and the blood of your enemies permanently staining your psyche, there was no room for traditional romance. You convince yourself that was the reason for your undeniable infatuation towards the blonde-haired male, just a girl yearning to finally feel the warmth of love. "Go fuck yourself." It pains you to say it, but in the end, you'd rather die with pride than with the taste of affection on your tongue.

Yoongi winces at your aggressive words towards him. Despite his rugged exterior, he was capable of feelings, and he did love you. He loved you more than any woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Being in this predicament indeed penetrated his heart so deep, he doubted he'd ever recover. "That's a shame." Regaining his stern demeanor, Yoongi clenches his jaw and positions his index above the trigger. "Goodbye, baby girl." A second away from ending your life, the two of you are interrupted by a loud shout.

"CUT!" The director whistles the alarm, and the once dark warehouse illuminates with bright fluorescent lights, bringing the scene to a complete stop. "That's a wrap for tonight, folks," he calls from behind a row of cameramen. "I want everyone back on set first thing in the morning. We'll be finishing up the final scene of the movie tomorrow" The stage and camera crew breaking out in applause at the work that was completed.

With the scene finally over, Yoongi pulls himself from on top of you, kindly extending his arm to assist you up with an eyeing smirk.

"You're fuckin heavy, you know that?" You harshly joke, taking his hand to accept the offer to help you up.

"That's funny," Yoongi's voice dripped with seduction, using his strength to whisk your body into his chest. His soft lips ghosting over the shell of your ear to whisper, "You weren't complaining about my weight last night-."

"Shhh!" Your hand cups over Yoongi's mouth, shushing him before anyone could witness his handsy flirtation. "You know better than to act like this on set." You arch your brow, matter-a-factly.

Yoongi parts his lips to respond but was interrupted by his makeup team stepping on set. "Mr. Min, let's get you cleaned up and ready to go." Politely placing her hand on Yoongi's back, she guides him along before he could get a chance to say good-bye.

A slight giggle escapes past your lips as you watch Yoongi being dragged offset by his team. Your eyes begin to feel heavy for the need of rest, and your throat produces a yawn. Exhausted, you head towards the direction of your makeup team, ready to escape to the confines of your trailer for the night.

   1:30 in the morning is when you're finally able to leave set and head back to your trailer for the night. Stepping out of the shower and into your silk robe, you examine your body in the fogged mirror, muscles sore from stunts -you swore to your director you didn't need a double for- and bags under your eyes being the evidence of long working hours. You couldn't complain though you loved your job, the excitement, the thrill, everything that came with being an actress, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

A small knock at your trailer door interrupts your thoughts, wondering who it could be at an hour like this. Possibly the director wanting to go over tomorrow's scene? Curious, you peek through the blinds, but not surprised by who you see. A smile slips across your cheeks as you open the door, revealing a handsome blond-haired male standing before you. "I think you're lost." You playfully tease, pointing to the row of luxury trailers in the distance. "Your lodging is that way."  

Yoongi smirks at your sarcastic facade, playing along to entertain your ploy. "No,." He quickly replies, walking up the steps to your trailer until standing directly under you. "I think I'm in the right place." His large hands slip across the silk of your robe, finding their favorite spot on your hips while seductive eyes peak at the curves of your cleavage.

"Is that so?" You question, arching a tempting brow, "So, what is an A-list Actor doing at my trailer so late into the night?" Your fingers trickle to the nape of Yoongi's neck, dancing circles across his ivory skin.

"Well." Yoongi's nose slowly dips across the curve of your neck, getting a tasteful whiff of your natural scent before his pink lips ghost over the shell of your ear. "I came to fuck my co-star."

Yoongi's daring confession causes a vibrating tingle to spike throughout your body, increasing the lustful heat growing between your thighs. Surrendering to the fervor your body craved, your plush lips crash into his, with tongues beginning to dance together in harmony. Lost in the passion, your hand locates Yoongi's collar, pulling him into your trailer, and with a swift kick, he closes the door behind him.

The actor wastes no time shoving you against the counter of your tiny kitchen, large hands fiddling with the lace of your robe. Your silk falls around you, pooling to the floor, unveiling the flawless secrets of your womanly beauty. "Fuck." Yoongi nearly growls at the sight of smooth skin, supple breasts, and voluptuous curves. "I've been waiting for this all day." He could barely finish his sentence before his hungry lips were attacking your neck, teeth nibbling and sucking the flesh while wandering hands located your nipple to tease.  

"Y-Yoongi." You whimper from his touch, body arching off the counter to welcome his ardors actions. "R-remember not to bruise me, okay." If it were up to you, you wouldn't complain about the trademark evidence Yoongi liked to leave throughout your body, but things spread fast in the media. You couldn't risk a 'dating scandal'; in the middle of shooting a major motion picture movie, the press would eat you alive.

"Shit, forgot, sorry." He mutters an apology, loosening his hold on your breast and trailing succulent kisses down your abdomen. "Guess I'll just have to leave hickies where people can't see them." A flash of greedy lust shimmers in Yoongi's eyes the moment he hoists your thigh over his shoulder. His mouth nearly watering at the glorious sight before him. "So fuckin' wet for me already." Teeth sink into his bottom lip enticingly, witnessing your glistening arousal coating over your heated sex. "Makes me wanna taste it." Yoongi's crafty tongue darts out, sliding between wet folds until lapping across a sensitive bundle of nerves that causes your body to weaken.  

"Fuck, Yoon...," You could barely finish your sentence as Yoongi's ambush on your needy clit caused you to fall mute. Your hand gripping onto the actor's shoulder, rolling your hips into his mouth to ride out your delectable pleasure. "M-more,"  

Knowing precisely what you desired, Yoongi slowly inserts two digits deep into your soaking walls. The second he hears your breathy moan,  his fingers curl at just the right angle, locating the spongy surface responsible for your g-spot. "Mhmm," You're a wiggling mess, so Yoongi uses his free hand to hold your hips in place while his mouth sucks up your clitoris once again.    

"Shit~." The delicious stretch of his fingers and stimulation on your nub causes the muscles within your abdomen to tighten. With your body preparing for an orgasm, your fingers move on their own to lock in Yoongi's thick hair, guiding him to where you need most. "B-baby, c-close." Words frantically falling from your trembling lips.  

Taking note of your approaching release, Yoongi stiffens his tongue, lapping figure 8s around your pink nub to send your body into overdrive. His thick fingers thrusting into your walls, producing creamy arousal that dripped onto his knuckles. Yoongi absolutely loved watching you like this, legs wobbling like jello, skin glistening with sweat, pretty lips moaning his name. He took pride in witnessing you being a fucked-out mess. His own personal, fucked-out mess. "Cum, baby."

As if on demand by Yoongi's words, the tightness within your abdomen bursts, body tensing as the magic of euphoria courses through your veins.  "Y-Yoon-, fuck~" Lashes slamming shut as an assortment of circling colors rupture behind your eyelids. Your body rides out it's sinful high only for your body to fall limp moments after.

The evidence of your orgasm drips between your thighs as Yoongi carefully removes his digits from inside you. Standing to his feet, his tongue licks the last of your arousal that lingered on his fingers, always making sure your lovely juice never went to waste. "Fuckin delicious." He smirks devilishly, hungry eyes peering down at your exhausted state.

You can barely catch your breath as your hazed vision attempts to focus on the handsome man before you. His thick brow wickedly arched, jet eyes glowing with ungodly lust as the corner of his lips curls smugly. An expression that only meant Yoongi wanted more. "Ready for my dick now, babygirl?" He's quick to make haste of his shirt, tossing it someplace behind him and stepping out of the thick material of his jeans.    

You gulp anxiously at Yoongi's erotic words, curious eyes trailing down the curves of his abdomen in awe as if you haven't seen his immaculate body 100 times before. "Mhm." You reply with a hum, teeth sinking into your lip while impatiently waiting for the reveal of his sturdy dick.

Yoongi chuckles at your minimalistic response, dropping his boxers to unveil the erect curve of his fat length. Stroking up the base of his impressive dick, leaning into your ear to whisper, "You know I need to hear you say it." His warm breath causes an array of goosebumps to accumulate across your skin, a delightful shiver slithering up your spine. "Tell me what you want."

Having moved between your legs, Yoongi's mushroom tip begins to tease against your folds. "I-I," Your lashes flutter as the heat of desire begins to spiral within you, as if you hadn't already experienced a powerful orgasm a few moments prior. "I want you to..." You mew, Yoongi positioned his tip at the soaking hole of your entrance, knocking you from your train of thought.

He grins smugly at your expression, always taking delight to taunting your body. "Tell me what you want me to do, or I'll stop-"

Knowing better than to keep Yoongi waiting, you nearly shout. "I want you to fuck me, Yoongi!" You sound needy, but that's beyond your worries. Your body wanted him, your aching pussy craving him, and if you had to play the part to get what you wanted, so be it.  

Not giving you a second to breathe, Yoongi's fat tip thrusts into your wet core. "Fuck~" You both curse in unison, you because of the delectable stretch that made your pussy full and Yoongi due to your drenched walls tightening around his girth.

"Mhm, Yoons~." You whimper at the sting of his stretched entrance, but you absolutely love the feeling.  How his dick fits perfectly snug within your walls, the throbbing of protruding veins and his oozing tip teasing at your moist cervix. You often fantasized about staying in this position forever. Having Yoongi live, deep inside you as time passed the both of you by; then again, you're also dying for him to bang your brains out. "Baby, please." You plead for him to start moving inside you.

With your tight pussy finally adjusted to his size, Yoongi's large hand's grip at your hips, beginning an easy pace in and out of your core. "Shit~" His teeth clench, hissing at the heavenly sensation of your narrow walls sucking at his length. "You're so wet and warm. Always taking my dick so well."  

Your lashes begin to flutter at the sensation of Yoongi's fat tip massaging at the area of your g-spot. "All for you~." You purr, scooting as close to the edge of the counter as possible, craving for his inches to reach further inside you. "Please," With brows furrowed together beggingly, eyes screaming for him to go faster.

Observing your desperate expression, Yoongi knew it was time for him to pick up the pace. He grips at your thighs, placing your legs around his waist while positioning his hips at the angle that could explore deeper into your slit. "Ah, shhhhhit." He hissed at the pleasure, hips beginning to snap in and out of your sopping core at an autopilot speed.

Your nails pierce into the flesh of Yoongi's shoulders, holding on as he pounded into you. With your neck lulled back, your head knocks into the shelf with every swift jap he punctures in, but you don't care. Your skin is on fire, and your pretty pussy, utterly addicted to the pleasurable attack. "Feels good," You hum, eyes locking down on the pornographic scene of your creamy slick lubing Yoongi's shaft as his dick pleasantly stretches in and out of your entrance. "Wanna cum all over your pretty dick, Yoon." You plee, lips in the form of a pout.  

Your whimpering need causes a carnal temptation to spike within the actor, producing the adrenaline he needed to please your every desire. "So cum, baby." His veiny hand slipping between your thighs, swiping across your clit while pounding into you.

"Oh, god," You moan—the attack on your sensitive nub precisely what you need to feel the pressure building within your core. "Fuck, baby," Your legs gripping tighter around his waist, encouraging him to keep up the speed that slammed into your cervix.

"So fuckin' wet." A throaty moan escapes Yoongi's lips, your walls sucking tightly around his girth as he fucked into you deeper. He could feel the familiar ball of tension tightening within his core, dick becoming increasingly sensitive upon the approach of his release." y/n," breath staggering in his throat as he grunts your name. "Fuck~, gonna cum soon." Glistening sweat pearling across his creamy skin, with jet eyes glossed with desire.

Your hips rock forward, matching the devilish speeds of Yoongi's thrusts as your eyes lock on him. The ends of his blonde hair paste to his steamy skin, lips, pink and swollen, and dumpling cheeks a rosy fluster. The expression in his glass orbs screamed that he was close. "Me too," you moan with arching feet and toes beginning to curl. "Cum inside,"

"Shiiiiiit," Despret to oblige your request, Yoongi continues his powerful ruts, the erotic sounds of your wet pussy guiding him. He could feel the muscles throughout his body starting to flex along with the anticipating tingle of his ballsack, begging to release its load.  "B-baby I,..." His thrust becomes sloppy, and the tight grip he has on your hips causes his knuckles to whitein.  He would explode any second.  

Even with his body tense, Yoongi doesn't let up the massage on your clit. Only speeding his swift swipes on your throbbing nub, sending spikes of electricity zapping throughout your body. "Y-y-y-Yoon...., g-gonna~," and just like that, an euphoric explosion happens within your core, blasting you into ecstasy. "FUCK!" Your back arches, your head lulls back, and the muscles within your wet walls clench around Yoongi's dick, sucking him in for dear life.

"___, g-gonna..." With one final thrust, Yoongi's pulsing dick shoots warm coats of cum into your core. His throat releases a horse grunt, eyes rolling back, and breath getting caught in his throat ."Hmm," He hums at the peaceful feeling, the pent up stress of a long workday finally vacating his body. "Fuck, you're pussy's so good." He chuckles, eyes fluttering open to witness your sweaty body stretched out across the counter, swollen pussy leaking his creamy cum.

Your exhausted body doesn't stop a smirk from slipping across your flustered cheeks. "You're dick's so good." responding to Yoongi's complement, chest heaving for air.

A gummy grin pulls across Yoongi's lips in observance of you. Your messy hair pooled around your face, skin lushly glossed, and large dewy eyes that expressed your body's satisfaction. You meant the absolute world to Yoongi, and being with you on and off set was the best year of his life. Getting to watch you grow as an actress and putting your best foot forward every day. You were Yoongi's muse, his love. "I'll clean you up." He runs a paper napkin under the warm fouset, placing the dampness across all the places between your thighs he left a mess.

You watch Yoongi in awe with your heart fluttering in your chest. It was clear the growing spark between the two of you was more than just sexual tension. You saw the way he'd sneak cute glances at you on set, how he'd be the first one to make sure you were alright after an intense stunt. You want to confess that you love him, that he meant more to you than just a person to fuck. But, the time wasn't right. The two of you still had a job that needed to be done. "Hey." Your small voice, grabbing Yoongi's attention. Instead of saying, I love you, you say, "Good luck on set tomorrow."

However, Yoongi finds the truth in your soft eyes, making it clear you held the exact same feelings that he harbored to himself for the past year. "Yeah," There wasn't a need for him to say much; he knows that you know the truth of his heart. "Good luck to you too."

date posted: 1/8/2021

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