#gods this will be such a fun video to make gifs of I swear

[chemical-killjoy]

Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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[juceynightmare]

lost and found (18+) part 2 - mjf x reader

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lost and found (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, age gap (reader is 21, max is 27), max is an asshole, the line of kayfabe is blurred when it comes to max

genre(s): soulmate!au, slow burn, angst, fluff

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it had been a few days since that fateful day that she received a call from her soulmate, maxwell jacob friedman. a quick google search and many videos later let her know all that she needed to know about him. his in-ring persona, although y/n had learned that they were just characters, seemed to be a perfect mirrored reflection of how he was treating her over the phone.

it was hard to learn about who maxwell jacob friedman the person was, but it was easy to find out who maxwell jacob friedman the wrestler was. and if they were exactly the same, then y/n hopes that she never has to meet the man or contact him again.

but that didn’t mean that she was upset with this fact.

she had been struggling to focus in her lectures that day, and eventually decided to skip the rest of her lectures and just drive home to her apartment. that was, until she realized that she had no idea where her keys were. she groaned out in frustration, her hands pressed against her face as she stood beside her car.

god damn it all.

she pulled her phone out of her pocket, pulling up her phone and pressing the contact that read “cock sucking whore soulmate”. pressing her phone against her ear, she turned around and leaned back against her car, sighing softly as it went to voicemail.

she sighed, pulling her phone away from her ear once again to call him again. y/n would repeat this action 5 more times before it’d eventually be picked up.

“you’d think you’d give up after the first 3 calls.” max huffed on the other end. y/n figures she called at a bad time, considering the man sounded out of breath. if she focused on the background noise, she could make out the banging of weights and music playing over the speaker that reminded her of the gym.

“are my keys with you? i need to know if the universe has already sent them to you or if i’m blind and don’t see it in my bag.” y/n mumbled, swinging her bag to her front so she could unzip the smallest pocket and sift through it again.

max sighed, but she could tell that the man was walking through the gym - probably to wherever he had his bag - as the background noise decreased in volume. eventually, she heard him unzip something and soon after, the sound of keys jangling came through the phone speaker. “cute charm, princess. but you’re a fucking weaboo piece of shit? really? no wonder you had no idea who i was even though the belt had my name on it.” he groaned.

she felt her face heat up in embarrassment, remembering the multiple keychains she had hanging from her keys. a multitude of charms ranging from different anime series that the girl enjoyed. “and what about it?” she shot back without intending to sound so harsh. it’d be the first time that she’d ever have anyone poke fun at the fact that she enjoyed watching anime - it seemed to be something that everyone her age was into nowadays. “look, just, send it with your friend to this university. i need it so i can drive home.” she huffed.

“no can do, princess. we’re not in the area anymore. if you did your research and knew how to keep track of time, you’d know it’s wednesday and i have a show tonight.” max hummed. y/n wished she could reach through the phone and grab max by his neck so she could choke him out. she could hear how amused the man was by the entire situation. “order yourself an uber. caster and i are flying back tonight so he’ll be able to drop it off around 5 am.”

“5 am?!” she screamed, her voice echoing throughout the parking garage. a group of people walked by her, all trying their best not to look at her but y/n could feel the way they were looking at her in their peripherals.

“i could ship it if you want, but it’d take a few days to get there, princess, and it sounds like you need them as soon as possible.” max replied, a smugness in his tone that y/n had heard many times over the countless videos she had watched of the man in an effort to find any signs of redeemable human being under his persona.

and it only made her want to bring the attitude straight to max.

“fine.” she sighed in defeat, zipping her backpack shut and slinging it back over her shoulder. she began to leave the parking garage so that she could go to her next lecture, deciding that this was a sign for her to not skip class. “you better be the one at my door, not caster. although i don’t know how a guy like him is friends with an asshole like you.”

“what are you, braindead?” max immediately replied, and y/n transferred the call to her airpods so she didn’t have to keep her phone pressed to her ear. “have i not made it clear that i don’t want to meet you?”

“why though? we’re soulmates, are we not? is it not destiny that we meet and become life partners and all that other crap?” she questioned loudly, not caring for the weird looks from the people she passed by as she stormed her way through the campus.

“why? it’s obvious, is it not?” max laughed. his laugh had y/n stopping in her tracks as she listened to the way the man had sounded so genuinely amused that y/n was even questioning him. she hadn’t even realized that she had grown so frustrated that tears had welled in her eyes until she blinked away her blurry vision and felt stray tears roll down her cheeks. “i like to have control of my life, princess. and i know this whole soulmate spiel was determined without my own bidding. i also know that if we were to somehow meet, i’d feel this connection to you, and honestly, i don’t like the fact that the universe thinks it knows who i need in life to be my soulmate. i know myself best and i know that i’d like to choose my own life partner, thank you.”

she gripped the strap of her backpack in her fist tightly, stepping off to the side of the sidewalk so she didn’t get in others’ way as she listened to the man talk. when y/n begged the universe to let her soulmate be someone who was independent and didn’t need to rely on her so that she could still be her own person, she didn’t mean to this extent. “you should also know that platonic soulmates exist. look, i’ve been waiting 21 years of my life to finally meet my soulmate and i’m not taking no as an answer.”

“and i’ve been living 27 years of my life without my soulmate and i’m living my best life. i’m rich, i have my dream job, and i can have my pick out of multiple insanely hot women who throw themselves at me.” max replied without a heartbeat.

she could feel the way her heart fell in her chest. so much for hoping that she'd get someone that was her prince charming as her soulmate. she clenched her jaw and pulled her phone out of her pocket. “bring the keys to my place as soon as you can.” she angrily grunted, ending the phone call and pulling her airpods out of her ears to put them back in her case.

stupid max. she didn’t need him either.

but she’d be graduating in a few weeks time with a degree in design with a concentration in fashion design. she also knew that all elite wrestling were currently looking for a new seamstress after their head seamstress had just retired.

oh, maxwell. the universe had been so right in pairing you with such a soul like y/n’s. if max wasn’t willing to go to y/n himself and meet her, then y/n will just have to bring the fight straight to max herself.

as she made it to her next lecture hall to sit in the empty room for the 25 minutes she had before the actual class would start, y/n had determined that she’d get her portfolio updated and put together and send in her application to all elite wrestling as soon as possible.

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[writerblue275]

Brief Valentine’s Day Plans with Heartsteel

Inspiration: Hahahaha I’m so very single (I’m really fine with that. I gotta focus on myself at the moment) but I love LOVE so you all get this. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluff. *small sigh* I restrained myself.

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader!

TW: Swearing because I swear. Otherwise it’s fluffy time! ☺️

Aphelios

I can’t see Phel doing anything super out there or dramatic. That just doesn’t seem like him. But you know what I can see him doing?

Getting your fav takeout and throwing a cute little couples game night for the two of you. Cards, board games, video games, etc. Music he made in the background to set the fun vibe.

I have to think Aphelios is a gamer. Like I’d be so shocked if he wasn’t. Besides card and board games I’m thinking he’s both a pc and console gamer and he’s a big Nintendo guy.

He loves Smash Bros, Mario Kart, or Splatoon, and you two are working through Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom together. And while Phel’s super competitive in multiplayer games, he’s been teaching you tricks! (You’re the only one he’ll teach. Everyone else can just deal.)

It’d just be a lovely night. Hanging with your favorite person and having a great time doing something you enjoy together. Frankly those are some of my very favorite types of dates.

Ezreal

Very fun and very sweet. Heart fluttering. That’s what Valentine’s Day with Heartsteel Ezreal would be like.

I’m imagining a mix of like classic romantic gestures with some fun “young love” type vibes. Like he’s getting you flowers and taking you out to a nice dinner….

And then afterwards both of you go to an arcade/arcade bar and just have a fucking blast together. God help you when you try and take Ez on in air hockey or ski ball though. His AIM. Or in DDR? He’ll absolutely distract you so you don’t beat his score. (Distract him back!!)

But it’s fine because all those tickets he’s winning, he’s spending on you. Or on stuff that both of you can use. Like matching plushies or fidget toys. (So cute oml.)

Just an day/evening of fun moments, sweet kisses, and that feeling of young love, even if you’ve been with Ezreal for years.

Kayn

You might think Heartsteel’s resident bad boy is not very romantic. But, I truly believe Kayn can be, just in his own way of course! I don’t think super sappy romantic gestures are his thing. But having experiences with you is something he treasures.

I can imagine him picking you up and taking you somewhere far outside the city at night. A surprise location in the country. Somewhere quiet and peaceful.

And what does Kayn have planned? Well he packed pillows, blankets, your favorite drinks, and…a picnic basket! He’s planned a surprise picnic under the stars!

I feel like Kayn is really great to have deep conversations with, but you have to be someone special to have such talks with him. Him being so vulnerable indicates the extremely deep level of trust he has with and love he has for you.

Enjoy star gazing, cuddling, and chatting the night away with your person. What a super sweet way to get even closer to each other, no matter how long you’ve been with him.

K’Sante

Oh this would be an excellent Valentine’s Day with those classical romance vibes. K’Sante is fully about to wine and dine you, baby. Enjoy that shit. You’re getting spoiled like you absolutely deserve.

Buys/makes you a whole new outfit because you deserve it. If he doesn’t make you a full outfit he at least helps make part of it. Like accessories or something.

Reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in the city. K’Sante always thinks ahead and made it months in advance. (See why he’s one of the leaders of HS?)

Afterwards driving to an overlook and just watching the lights and talking about anything and everything. Moments filled with soft words and even softer kisses.

Just the classic movie-esque romantic night and I’m all for it (lmao I’m such a romantic). K’Sante definitely knows how to make your heart beat faster.

Sett

(Lord help me I gotta stop myself from going off the rails but he’d be so damn good at this.)

You want romance? By fucking god Sett’s going to give you ROMANCE, darling. He’s a gentleman.

He’s making a full meal from scratch (it’s your favorite meal of his that he makes), and also setting the ambiance. Table set, candles, lights low, flowers/other presents he knows you’ll like. The whole nine yards.

Sett’s not letting you lift a finger either. The most he’ll let you do is help pre-rinse some of the dishes after dinner. He’s in full Prince Charming mode and it’s excellent.

You thought the night ended at dinner? Wrong. Bubble bath with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Fluffy bath robes. Doing each others skin care. All the sweet shit.

And afterwards? Well just be patient and see where the night takes you. 😉 But overall what a lovely and romantic night with Sett, your gentleman of a partner. (I’m swooning just thinking about it.)

Yone

Your love/relationship with Yone isn’t loud or bombastic. It’s steady and unwavering. And that vibe is how Valentine’s Day is for the two of you.

He picks you up and brings you to his studio where he’s spiffed it up! Your favorite flowers in a vase. Both of your favorite take out (the place he took you on your first date) on a table w/ candles.

Yone’s got music playing softly in the background (a playlist he made just for you for Valentine’s Day of course). It’s every single song that makes him think of you. (When you ask him out of curiosity how long the playlist is, your ever-stoic partner turns a little pink as he mumbles, “o-over 4 hours….”)

During the slow songs Yone will even dance with you a little because he loves how it makes you smile. While dancing, he’ll rest his chin on your head if you’re short enough. And once you’re done dancing, you two can cuddle on the couch in his studio and do/talk about whatever.

It’s not over the top. It’s not grand. But it’s an intimate and personal night with the love of your life and truly nothing can be better than that.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Whether you’re a single pringle like myself or you are celebrating Valentine’s Day with someone, I hope your day is filled with love! 💙🥰

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[yourimagines]

Hi can you write for angryginge13 he done a video with Danny Aaron’s on the sidemen channel it was a 20vs 2 can you do where the reader is one on the girls can you make it long please xx

Sure, sorry it took me so long, I’m had some troubles writing this one, I had to watch this video because I rarely watch sidemen videos nowadays (I used to be a big fan but I think I outgrown them.) I hope it’s good enough for you 💕

20 vs 2

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, fluff

Y/F = your friend

Y/A= your age

Y/N POV

I was nervous as I walked to the building where I was expected. I was selected to be in a sidemen 20 vs 2 video. The only thing I know is it’s two people instead of one. “Hi, welcome can I help you?” A older lady asked me as I entered the building. “Hi, yes I’m here for the sidemen video.” She nodded and looked at her paper. “Your name dear?” “Y/N Y/L/N.” She wrote something down and looked up, flashing me a smile. “Okay, you can go over there, the crew will help you out further, have fun.” Smiled back at her. “Thank you.” I walked over to the place she pointed to and I was greeted by a few people. “Hi, welcome I’m here to help you out today if you need something.” A younger lady smiled at me, guiding me through the building. “First time?” “Yes, it’s my first time.” She nods and leads me to a room, there were already other ladies waiting in there. “Okay, well just be yourself and everything will be just fine.” ‘Okay…great.’

The other ladies were giggling and laughing about something as I sat alone in a chair, waiting for a clue. “Y/n was it right?” A girl sat down next to me and smiled. “Yes that’s me.” “Hi I’m Hela I’m a friend of Y/F.” I shook her hand and smiled. “Hi, nice to meet you Hela.” We both talked a bit about how we got here, if we already knew who those people are going to be, about food and about our social life.

“Okay ladies, are you ready?” A guy walked up, looking around the room. “Yes? Okay let’s make a line and you walk up and do your thing.” There were some mumbling as we all formed a line, Hela was standing in front of me. “Good luck.” I whispered to her. “Thank you, good luck as well.” The line started to move and my heart started to beat faster and faster every time I’ve got closer and closer. “Can you see who they are?” I asked Hela. “Yeah…I think it’s Danny and…Morgan.” ‘Angryginge?!’ “Really?” “Yup, I see some red hair.” ‘Oh my god!’

“Next.” Hela walked up to them and I got really nervous. ‘Don’t make a fool of yourself.’ They laughed and she was getting through the first round. “Next.” A man said and I walked up, flashing them a smile. “Hello love, what’s your name?” Morgan said as he started to blush. “Hi guys, I’m y/n.” They both smiled as Morgan looks away. “Okay y/n what’s your age and where are you from?” Danny asks with a grin on his face. “I’m Y/A old and I life in London at the moment.” Danny punches Morgan playfully. “Okay thank you. It’s a yes for me…Morgan?” “Yes.” I smiled and nodded. “Thank you.” I walked past them and saw Danny laughing at Morgan, who was completely red in his face. ‘He’s so cute.’

“Oh my god, he’s so into you.” Hela says as we got some lunch. “No maybe he’s just shy.” She giggles softly. “Girl he was totally blushing when you appeared.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Okay maybe he was but that doesn’t mean he likes me.” I took a sip from my soda as Hela shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just saying…maybe you should try it out.” ‘Try it out…’

“Okay, it’s your turn, go over there and take a seat.” One of the producers said, I friendly nodded and walked over, as I sat down Morgan walks in, he smiles and shyly reach out to shake my hand. I got up and grabbed his warm hand and smiled. “Hi.” “Hey, nice to see you again.” I nodded and sat down, he did the same and relaxed in his chair. “So, how are you doing?” “I’m doing good thank you, how are you?” He nods and looks to the side. “I’m good, do you like video games?” His face was a bit red and he began to fiddle with his hands as he waited for me to answer. “Yes I actually do.” “Really?!” He sat back up and smiled. “Yes really.” “What games?” I shrugged. “A lot, like call of duty, stardew valley, halo. Just everything.” “Soulmates.” He mumbled and I shyly smiled down at my lap. “You like a guy that also games?” “Sure why not?” We both laughed a bit awkwardly and he moved his legs a bit, trying to sit comfortable. “Do you like my name angryginge.” ‘Uhh…’ “yeah, ifs that what you think you are sure.” He slowly nods. “I not that angry tho, only when I’m shit at a game I’m angry, I’m actually a nice guy.” He rambled quickly. “I figured it out already.”

The whole conversation was awkward but funny, the questions he got from them were hilarious. “So you like me?” I nodded and he smiles. “You have to say it.” “What? That I like you?” I asked as he shyly nods. “Okay, I like you angryginge.” He fist bumps into the air and leans backwards into his seat. “Yes..!” I giggled and shook my head. “I love you so so so much.” He say as his face becomes redder than red. “I think we should marry.” He adds softly. “I think we should.” I said with a giggle. He stands up and walks a bit away from the two lounge chairs. “Come here my wife.” I stood up and giggle. “I can’t be your wife if we haven’t even been married yet.” He laughs and went through his hair. “Don’t act all smart now with me.” I laughed and we both stood there awkwardly. “Ladies first.” “For what?” “Your vows.” ‘My vows…’ “I promise that we shall never stop playing video games together and I will always revive you.” “Aww that’s actually sweet.” I became a bit reddish in my face and shyly shook my head. “Your turn.” He sighed softly and looked at me. “I promise you the same and that I will share my food with you.” I giggled and he laughs. “Now we are married.” And with that he walks back to the his chair.

Morgan pov

The guys were telling me that the time was over and I felt a bit sad about it. “It was nice to meet you y/n.” I gave her a hug and she gladly returned it, I softly whispered into her ear. “Dm me.” She pulls back and smiles. “It was nice meeting you a well.” With that she walks backstage as the guys were cheering in my ear. “Yess let’s go.” Danny yells and I chuckled as I went back to them. “She likes you.” Tobi says as I joined them. “Nahh she’s just playing.” I sat as I tucked my hands in my hoodie. “No for real, you won her.” Ethan says with a laugh. Danny pats my shoulder and I sat down on his place as he walks away for his turn. “I’ll give you the information.” JJ whispers into my ear and flashed me a smile. I friendly smiled back and looked in front of me at the screen as Danny started his last date.

“Guys I’m going, it was a real pleasure today.” Danny says as we all walked back to the parking lot. “It was a fun day today.” I agreed with Danny and stopped at my car. “I’ll speak to you guys soon, okay?” The nodded and JJ stopped next to me. “I’ll text you later today about I said earlier.” I smiled and nodded. “Thanks.” He nods and walks to his own car. “Okay, drive safe guys.” Tobi says as I got in and drove to my apartment.

As cupido was watching me, JJ and y/n texted me the same time. JJ gave me her personal information and y/n send me a dm on instagram. ‘Thank you universe for this miracle.’ I quickly responded to jj with some thumbs up and after that I responded back to her.

Y/ninsta: hi, I hope you remember me, I’m your gamer wife 😂

Me: of course if remember my wife 😉

Y/ninsta is typing……

Y/ninsta: haha 😜

Me: how was your day?

Y/ninsta: good and yours?

Me: good, I had a great time with you today ☺️

Y/ninsta is typing……

Y/ninsta: me too 🙈

I blushed and smiled at my phone. ‘Oh man…she got me real good.’ I went through her instagram page and liked a few photos. ‘She’s beautiful…’ her name popped up on the top of my screen and I clicked on it.

Y/ninsta: are you stalking me?

Me: maybe…

Y/ninsta: I’m stalking you too…

Me: soulmates

Y/ninsta is typing……

Y/ninsta: then ask me out

Me: tomorrow?

Y/ninsta: tomorrow is fine

Me: we meet up at the Lego store

Y/ninsta: can’t wait 😉

Me: me neither 😉 😘

Y/ninsta: 🙈

‘Oh my god, she’s the one.’ I fell backwards into my bed and smiled like an idiot. ‘I think I’m in love…’ I went to my text messages and texted the guys.

Me: I have a date tomorrow, thanks for finding me my soulmate 😂 🙈

Ethan: haha

Tobi: yay 🙌

Harry: gross Morgan 🤮

Me: you are gross Harry

JJ: let’s go my man

Simon: congrats man

Josh: use protection

Me: I will Josh 😉

Vikk: no problem, let’s us know how it went

Danny: you have better luck than I have, Hela ghosted me lol

Me: you were awfull to her man.. lol

Filly: hey my man 👍🏻

Me: thanks guys 😂

My phone kept buzzing as the others started to response as well, I lay my phone away and went to my computer. ‘ I really need to play some games before I go nuts.’ I smiled as I saw she found my gamer tag. ‘Maybe a video game with her wouldn’t hurt…right?’ I instantly invited her and waited, waited for her to join me. A few seconds later a pop-up sound was heard and I heard her shy voice through my headset. “Hi.” “Hey.”

——— the end

Okay this is sh*t I’m so sorry 🙈

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[katsukikitten]

Tomura doesn't find out how much of a pervert he is until he comes across a popular sound on TikTok as he's scrolling.

Shout out to all the latinas

The goth ones

The cowboy boots wearing ones

The crazy ones

I dont care

I see a latina bitch with with white or black toes

And I start acting like a damn dog

Anyway, this song going dummy hard

Turn this shit tf up

Sure the girls are pretty, showing off their bodies but none make him react, just a slow blink of his raw ruby gaze and before the sound even finishes he's scrolling to the next thing.

A league of legends meme, some sad halo lore, hell diver clips with guys who sound like they should be voice acting with their fun roleplaying dramatic as they shout "FOR DEMOCRACY."

And then again the sound pops back up shout out to all the latinas.

Except this time, for some reason, he can't scroll away.

You were mesmerizing, his thumb hovering midair as he watches, even if all he can see is your body and those pouty, plush lips. Captions staring you were shy and that you weren't going to show above your lips. Somehow Tomura is okay with that, thinks your eyes would send him over the edge a little too quickly.

The sound plays over and over and over, eyes tracing over your collar bones as the stupid sound burns into his subconscious. Looking at your pretty skin, your wolf cut and how he thinks you've only got lipgloss on but he can't be sure.

His eyes keep going back to your collar bones, two pretty red jeweled studs under each bone as if your body needed more attention drawn to it. So pretty, soft and plump and his calloused hands can already feel your supple skin under his rough touch. His cock twitches to life, palming himself through his joggers a time or two before he goes to your profile.

Looking for more videos but it seems only this one went viral. A few of the others you're kneeling in a skirt tending to your little garden or little day in my life povs but all he can think about is ruining your cute well placed outfits. Of ripping them off your body and grabbing at your stomach, thighs and ass covering each place with his sticky cum but what he thinks about the most is your mouth. Second only to your collar bones.

He thinks about his leaky tip, tapping it against your fluttering, eager, tongue, smearing your mouth with his pre before he fists your perfect wolf cut hair in his hand and shoves himself fully to the back of your throat. You'd gag around him and he'd groan, keeping you there, making your gag over and over.

Drool dripping from your chin and onto your chest and those fuckin studded collar bones and fuck -

He can't hold back anymore, letting the video play over and over as he strokes himself, doesn't care about the man's voice as he hyperfocused on you and your body. How your skirt was so short and when you adjusted just so he could see the crescents of your ass, could see a glimpse of your mound between your thick thighs he wants his head between. Speeding up his fist and pausing the video when your mouth and collar bones are in view. He swears you're making them extra pouty and just for him. Panting as he imagines what you sound like, how you'd husk his name while his tongue spelled out his own in heady possession on your overstimulated clit.

Painting his chest and fluttering abdomen in sticky hot white as he groans loud enough it echoes in his small room.

"Fuck." He pants, slamming his head back into his gaming chair, letting the post glow of his orgasm wash over him. Thundering throughout his body in time with his heart before he finally catches his breath. Not even bothering to wipe himself up as he tucks himself away, fingers poised over the keys in post nut clarity.

Taking your user from TikTok and praying to God he was lucky for once in his life. Searching it up on discord.

And oh how he's lucky.

The profile picture, your profile picture, is a still from the video he just watched, your collar bones, your pouty lips, small vixen like smile. Tomura can feel the thunder in his chest once more.

You sigh, toiling away at your computer, watching a comfort YouTuber while your fingers idly twist the screws on your PC tower. A bad habit you couldn't seem to break. A bit of loneliness welling up in your chest as you watch him and another YouTuber vlog their day, mind wandering to friendships and failed relationships when your discord pings.

Someone requested to message you. Your friend must be wearing off on you as curiosity gets the better of you as you open the message.

decaydaddy: what color are they?

You scrunch up your nose and for a moment you think he's talking about your nipples, most guys asked that and you think to block him immediately but you hover over his profile. Starlight hair, brooding red eyes and suddenly you're typing back.

you: what?

He sends you a link to your own TikTok with that ridiculous sound your friend begged you to use before he replies again.

decaydaddy: your toes.

decaydaddy: I need to know so I can better imagine your ankles on my shoulders.

decaydaddy: so are they black or white pretty girl?

@decaydaddy because I always write him for you.

#tomura thirst #kitten writes tomura

[rottenblur]

study break|part three|J.MILLER|

Summary:When Sarah suggested you and the Millers should go to brunch together, it seemed like a good idea, a fun one. Then one of the miller brothers decides to get his dessert early, upsetting the other. Someone’s gotta pay for that, it just happens, poor you is burdened of the payment.

WARNINGS: Dirty talking (tommy and joel) angry joel, choking, slapping, degrading names, public touching. Dark!joel DARK JOEL. He’s mean in this yall my apologies im not sorry. Pining tommy. Over panties touching.drunk joel texting you apologizing (pathetic) POSSESSIVE JOEL

“Are you really that much of a dumb fucking slut? It’s me or fucking no one.”

It was Sarah’s idea, going out for brunch, the four of you. “If you’re gonna be staying here for two weeks, may as well get comfortable with my family!” She said that with the most genuine smile.

It filled you with a little bit of guilt, for the things you had done with her dear father the night before, guilty for the way her uncle craves you.

Even though she wouldn’t realize what was going on, even if it was right in her. Sarah only thought the best of people especially her father, so of course she wouldn’t think the miller brothers would be drooling over you.

All of you cram into joel’s navy pickup truck, it was big and clearly one of his most prized possessions. Still has that “New car” scent. “I swear he would fuck his truck if he could, spends fifty bucks every week getting it washed at some fancy place, its so anal.”

Sarah says after she heard your gasp after jumping into it.

You pull your seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place. The warm black leather sticking to your bare legs. You decided to dress up for lunch, throwing on the only dress you packed a.k.a the only one you owned.

Sarah is talking your ear off about boys, shopping and what colour she should get her nails done next.

You hear the sound of the door slam, Joel strolls out of the house, dressed in his nicest flannel, buttoned up. A patch of the grey t-shirt he was wearing underneath, exposed. The way he had his sleeved rolled up mid arm had you drooling.

“He wears that god damn shirt to every fancy event, I swear he doesn’t have any formal clothes.” She says pointing to his washed out jeans as he approaches the car, you laugh, but really you couldn’t take your eyes off, how good those jeans shaped his ass.

He opens the car door, Tommy yells out from the door way, with one shoe being pulled on “Joel slow the fuck down, i’m coming with y’all.”

Joel scrunches his face up, shaking his head. “Fine, you’re paying for yourself.” Sarah looks at you with a confused look, you guess Tommy never comes to restaurants with them. Maybe he was coming for you?

He gets into the truck, starts the engine letting out a sigh. You look at the back of his head, he adjusts the rear mirror right on you, your eyes catching his.

You clear your throat and go back to listening to Sarah until Tommy gets into the car, with a stupid fucking smile.

“Everyone sleep okay?” He asked as if he wasn’t dead fucking asleep, while joel was in your room making you believe in heaven.

Joel lets out a small laugh, you both were thinking the same thing. Sarah replies to him and starts talking about her night.

“Can you believe he wouldn’t go through a drive thru for me? Who denies a drunk person fast food?” She says like its the worst thing ever.

“Who almost throws up in someone’s car because they couldn’t handle their liquor? Wanna answer that hun?” Oh hes sassy. Sarah was sending you videos all night, yet you only looked at them this morning due you being…slightly busy when she sent them.

It’s a long drive of you and joel stealing glances, looking away awkwardly when even the sight of him is bringing back memories of last night.

Finally, Joel pulls into the parking lot. You look around, it’s a decently nice place, one of those “insta worthy” places were girls take pictures of their food, it was overpriced for a reason it’s “aesthetic”.

Sarah loves it. Sarah was one of those girls that posted on her instagram every day, anything and everything.

She posted Joel a good few times before you came, not realizing he was her father.

More like one of those hot teachers in high school, that you beg to take a picture with on the last day of school.

He was good looking, he didn’t look his age at all. Never would you guess her dad would be THAT attractive.

He hops out, letting out a deep sigh and clearing his throat.

You undo your seatbelt, pick up your phone, you reach to open the door but Tommy is already there, with begging eyes he opens it.

“After you.”

He waves his hand, leaning on the door as you and Sarah hop out.

Adjusting your dress as you walk towards the door, Sarah’s arm interlinked with yours.

You can feel their eyes on you, the wind blows the bottom of your dress up, exposing patches of your thighs.

You look back, joel is sizing up the place seeing if it’s even decent, Tommy is well, um being Tommy. Devouring you with his eyes, it makes you nervous.

It takes him a good couple seconds to realize you caught him staring, peeling his eyes off your legs and smiling.

The fresh conditioned air gives you goosebumps as you step into the door.

A girl that looks like she spends way too much time on social media, about a couple years older greets you.

“Ya’ got a reservation sweetheart?”

God, you forgot that literally everyone around here got a pet name for strangers. Fucking texans.

Sarah pipes in.

“Yeah! Miller, four of us.”

She smiles and looks down at her reservation book.

“I’ll bring y’all to your table.”

She steps out from behind the cash and walks the bunch of you to a table on the deck, over looking the ocean.

You sit down in your seat, Joel sitting in front of you sarah attached at his hip.

Meaning, you’re stuck sitting neck to tommy. For fucks sake.

She smiles at joel, practically drooling.

“I can get your drink orders if y’all are ready.”

Sarah skims over the drink menu then smirks.

“Two mimosas for me and the lady.”

Joel shakes his head.

“You didn’t drink enough last night?” He huffs out.

You try to hold back a laugh but it’s uncontrollable.

“Just a coffee for me.” He hands the drink menu off to her.

“You want cream or sugar?” She asks, accepting the menu.

He shakes his head.

She hasn’t took her eyes off him since he walked in, fucking desperate.

“Water for me.”

She doesn’t even look at tommy when he orders. Why were you so upset over this, he’s beautiful you should know you’re not the only person that thinks that.

She nods her head and practically skips away.

You whip out your phone, placing your elbows on the table. Opening your messages skimming through to find sarah.

You: Staring problem much.-12:37pm

Her phone dings, she checks the notification and smiles. Typing back instantly.

Sarah m.: i thought she was gonna crawl on the table and harass him right then and there :0-12:37

You read her text and start laughing, you look at her and nod. Joel catches this, he leans over and tries to get a peek.

You: It’s definitely his “fancy” shirt. SHE WAS DROOLING.-12:38

She laughs and joel reads it, taking her phone and typing back.

Sarah m.: it is fucking fancy, thank u.-12:38

He huffs in unison with her, she tucks her phone back into her phone pocket and the lady returns.

With a fucking smile.

You look at sarah and roll your eyes as she lays down the drinks. Joel’s first, obviously.

She asks for your order then walks away.

You’re sipping on your drink, staring at the view, what were you thinking wearing a dress, wasn’t even hot out?

You get goosebumps and shiver, tommy catches it while sarah and joel are deep in conversation, about something stupid, whatever they could debate about, they would.

“You cold honey?”

He places a hand on your knee, rubbing circles with his thumb.

Oh god.

You shake your head. “Probably shouldn’t have worn a dress, bad idea.” Adding a nervous giggle.

He smiles, leaning in closer and whispering into your ear. “That’s right. Should have worn nothing.”

He pulls his hand further up, resting on the hem of your dress. Sitting comfortably on your upper thigh.

He rubs slow circles on your inner thigh, you squirm in your seat.

Fuck.

You finish off your drink, Tommy moves his hand up, grazing your clit through your panties. Your breath hitches. Joel looks at you, you look back.

He looks at Tommy then furrows his brows.

Fuck. Oh my FUCK.

You were caught.

You knew how much Tommy’s pining for you bothered him yet, you still let him touch you.

You’d say you were bothered by it too but the way your panties are wet right now says differently.

You clear your throat and stand up. “I’m gonna use the bathroom, ill be back.”

You almost trip over your own feet walking to the bathroom.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Does this mean you’ve lost Joel?

Maybe you’d get some nice rough angry sex out of this, finally feel him.

You stare in the mirror taking deep breaths trying to figure what the fuck to do.

Back at the table, Joel’s clawing at himself to have control, it’s nothing just some stupid fucking flirting, you didn’t resist though.

Fuck it.

He taps his jeans pocket and sighs. Interrupting Sarah and Tommy’s discourse on the latest movie they watched. They both look to him. “I forget my phone in the truck, imma get it.”

Sarah shrugs her shoulders as if she didn’t need to know that and goes back to her conversation.

He gets up, walks towards the exit and when he’s far enough for them to not see him, he stomps over to the bathroom.

You’re finished practically water boarding yourself to feel better, wiping off the “waterproof” mascara that ran down your face .

You open the door and are met with the hard chest of a taller man.

“Oh i’m sorry sir-“ You look up.

Fuck.

He pushes you back into the bathroom with a grip on your neck. Thank god for private bathrooms.

You thought it was just gonna be some steamy, kinky, public sex cause of him choking you. The way he was looking down at you, his grip tightening tells you different. He was fuming.

“Ah i-“ It’s hard to speak with the way his hand is engulfing your neck.

“Did ya like it?” He loosens his grip just enough for you to speak, pushing you against the bathroom wall by your neck.

The other hand encaging you above your head. He was leaning so close to you, it seemed like you could change his mind and it WOULD turn into sex.

He tilts his head waiting for an answer.

“Like what Joel?”

He tongues his teeth and shakes his head at this.

“Uh uh don’t you fucking dare-“ He retightened his grip. “-play the dumb slut with me, thought you were the smart one darlin’?”

You nod, choking out a response. “I’m sorry joel—really. I didn’t.”

He lets out a groan, slapping your face, a burning feeling races through your cheek, then he was spreading your legs.

“So you’re telling me, if i check right now, you won’t be soaking for tommy” He gets up in your face.

“Don’t like you lying to me darlin’”

He reaches down, hand still on your throat for dear life.

He feels your panties. They are fucking soaked. From him or Tommy, you have no clue.

“Just what i thought. Ya think you can just go ‘round picking and choosing what miller you want as your fuck toy?—” He tightened his grip, you can barely breathe.

“—Think i wouldn’t know? Think i don’t recognize that cute little face you make, when someone’s touching ya’?”

You choke on your own spit.

“Are you really that much of a dumb fucking slut? It’s me or fucking no one.”

He takes his hand off your throat. You cough as the air slowly refills your lungs. “I’m yours okay? Please i’m sorry.”

He grins, grabs your cheeks and gives you a quick kiss.

“Oh i know baby, you’re sorry now.”

He leaves the bathroom, leaving you to wipe the fresh mascara stains off your cheeks. You fix your hair and clear your throat.

When you come back to the table, Sarah is digging into a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

You sit down, Tommy smiles at you. Joel is wiping the pink lipgloss you stained him with off, before anyone notices.

“Hey! Are you okay? You were in there a while.” Sarah says with a mouthful of ice cream dripping past her lips.

You try to come up with an excuse.

“Got kinda lost trying to find it.”

Joel huffs. Tommy can’t keep himself off you. It’s like he’s trying to get you in trouble.

He leans in again, nothing good comes from this.

“Too bad I already had dessert, ice cream looks pretty darn good.”

God just touching you was his dessert? You’d blush if it wouldn’t get you put in your place again. He tries to touch you again.

You swipe his hand away. It hurt him, he frowns and mutters a sorry.

The car ride home was quiet. Sarah showing you pictures of the dinner on her phone.

Both millers were staring right at you in each picture, it’s like they weren’t even trying to hide it.

The only interaction with Joel for the rest of the night was those few glances through the rearview mirror on the way home.

It was cruel trying to sleep. You kept tracing the spots on your neck where he squeezed the hardest, honestly you thought u deserved it.

That one kiss through all the pain, it kept you up.

How was that the softest he had kissed you before, yet the most aggressive he treated you.

It made you question everything you knew about him.

You fell asleep looking at Sarah’s instagram, the pictures of him.

Too bad you were too dead asleep cause he was blowing up your phone.

3 missed calls from J.Miller-11:30pm

Hey can i talk to ya?-11:37pm

Sorry if i scared ya, just cant handle anyone else having u-11:37pm

Sweet dreams sugar.-11:46pm

masterlist (check out the rest of the series there:))

part four: here

AN!!! Hey long time no see yawl😪 i started writing this like last week and write 90% of it in like three hours sooo idk how to feel bout it ANGST??? DARK JOEL??? TOMMY MAKING A MOVE??? Lots going on in this. @cuntyjoel was my supportive writer bestie that actually convinced me to finish this go check em out and my bottom joel fic IM BEGGING YAWL its linked so is my master list with part one and two to study break. Love yall.

#possessive!joel #dark!joel miller #joel miller #joel miller tlou hbo #joel miller smut #rottenblur #joel miller series #joel miller x female reader #the last of us #joel miller tlou #joel x reader #study break!joel #study break!tommy #study break series #study break #joel tlou #joel x reader smut #joel the last of us #joel miller x reader #tommy miller x female reader #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller #unrequited! tommy #jealous! joel miller

[jobean12-blog]

She Drives Me Crazy

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 3,227

Summary: You and Eddie drive each other crazy but there’s a good reason for it. 

Author’s Note: All I want to do is fight with Eddie until he shuts me up with his mouth (and other things). I also love this song by Fine Young Cannibals. I love me some enemies to lovers trope so here we are. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @wannabehamlet thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: lots of back and forth banter, tension, flirting, some softness and fluffy fun, mentions of alcohol, maybe a curse or two

GIF NOT MINE: Credit to @pedropcl thank you lovely🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

You peer over the large cardboard box you’re carrying, your arms extended uncomfortably and your fingers aching.

“Better watch you don’t trip sweetheart,” Eddie snickers from just behind the horror section.

You grunt in recognition and drop the box to the floor with a loud bang.

“Gee, thanks Munson. Not like I could have used your help or anything.”

“You never want my help,” he retorts with a scoff.

“You never offer,” you grumble.

You hear him mutter something unintelligible as you start to rearrange the comedy section, making sure to slam each video tape as you put it in place.

“Harrington isn’t gonna like that,” Eddie simpers, peeking over the top of the shelf.

“Are you gonna go tell on me?” you mock.

“Maybe,” he smirks.

You look up and meet his eyes, sticking out your tongue.

“Real mature,” he adds then gives you his signature devil horns before disappearing behind the shelf again.

Once you’re done working on the comedy section you wind around the shelves to get another box of tapes and as you’re doing so run smack into Eddie’s chest.

“Oof!” you screech.

He grabs you by the waist to steady you but doesn’t move away and he’s close enough that you get a whiff of his shampoo.

“Watch where you’re going!” he says even though his eyes are filled with concern.

“I’m fine, THANKS!” you sass, glaring at him.

“Yea well. GOOD,” he answers.

“You can let go of me now,” you mutter.

He lifts his hands from your waist and holds them up next to his head as if he just touched something he shouldn’t have.

You brush past him with a scowl and stomp over to get another box of tapes.

“What did you do now?” Steve asks as he saunters up to Eddie.

“ME?” Eddie says as his mouth falls open. ME??!!”

Steve just smiles and lifts his eyebrows.

“She ran right into me and it’s my fault??!” Eddie whines. “She drives me crazy!”

“Sureeee she did Munson and of course she does. Also, yes, everything is your fault,” Steve says with a lopsided grin.

“Son of a bitch…” Eddie mutters as he walks away.

Robin slides up next to Steve.

“What’s his problem?” Robin asks as she watches Eddie walk away.

“He’s in love and doesn’t know it,” Steve states with a shrug. “So fun to watch.”

Robin looks at Steve and then back at Eddie.

“Poor guy. What a dingus,” Robin mutters.

The next day you’re off from work which means you don’t have to deal with Eddie’s constant annoying presence. Deciding to make a day of it you head to the grocery store for your favorite snacks so you can veg out and watch movies.

You reach the cookie aisle and search the shelves for your favorites, realizing the last box is standing precariously at the edge and just as you reach for it a familiar tattooed arm, reaches above your head and grabs it.

“Oh man, good thing I got here before someone else got the last box,” Eddie says with a dramatic sigh as he presses his free hand to his chest.

“OH MY GOD EDDIE! I swear if you do not give me those cookies….,” you threaten with your fists clenched at your sides.

“What are you gonna do sweetheart?” he croons as he steps into your space. “Hmm?”

You hold his stare, hoping to throw him off, and then lunge forward to grab for the box of cookies. He reads your move and pulls it back just in time causing you to stumble into him.

“Shit, you must really like being close to me,” he chuckles, his free hand once again settled on your waist to keep you from falling to the floor.

You press your palms to his chest and go to push off and away from him but he quickly grabs your wrists and holds you in place. His rings dig into your skin, the metal shining brightly under the fluorescent lights in the store and you give a weak tug to escape but he only moves closer.

His head dips lower and his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “enjoy your day off sweetheart.”

With those last words he releases you and spins around, dancing back down the aisle with the last box of cookies.

You stand there seething for who knows how long before you let out a frustrated growl and stalk toward the exit.

“Fucking Eddie…,” you mumble as you walk out, not even realizing you just walked by Steve.

“Heyyyyy…did you just say something about fucking Eddie?” Steve questions as he whirls around and follows you out toward your car.

“What?” you say, suddenly aware of his presence. “Steve?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “Hi…helloooo did I just hear you say you were fucking Eddie?”

“WHAT?” you shout. “I said NO SUCH THING!”

You stamp your feet several times and grit your teeth before exploding into word vomit.

“It’s my day off…”

“I know,” Steve interjects but quickly holds his hands up in surrender when you give him a death glare.

“And all I wanted to do today is to be a couch potato and watch movies and eat my favorite snacks! BUTTTT NOOOO! I come in here to get my cookies and that asshole snatches them off the shelf right in front of my face like I wasn’t just going to buy them and then dances out after telling me to ENJOY MY DAY OFF!”

You let out an exasperated exhale and slowly lift your gaze to Steve who is standing there wide eyed and clearly surprised by your outburst.

“So, no. I did not say I was fucking Eddie…he wishes…what I did say was- fucking Eddie- because he drives me CRAZY!”

You turn with a grunt and open the car door, slamming it shut before Steve can eek out a goodbye. You peel out of the parking lot and simmer the whole ride back to your house.

The next day you drag yourself into work, pushing open the door with a huff and mumbling hello to Steve and Robin as you walk by.

“What’s wrong with her?” Robin asks.

“Eddie stole her cookies,” Steve says plainly before rushing off to follow you into the back room.

“Hey,” Steve says as he walks in.

“Hi,” you answer as you take off your jacket and put away your bag.

“So,” Steve continues as he comes over. “I’m having a party Saturday night. You should come.”

“Is Eddie going?” you ask, your face pinched in annoyance.

“Nah, you know he doesn’t really do parties,” Steve says with a wave of his hand.

“Maybe,” you tell him. “I never got my vegging out day though so we’ll see.”

Steve nods in understanding. “Well, a few beers might help you relax so you should come.”

“I’ll let you know,” is all you give him before going out onto the floor to restock tapes.

Eddie walks in for his shift a few hours later and you’re taking your break and reading in the back room. He opens the door and his eyes immediately land on you.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

You stare at him.

When you don’t answer he sets down his bag and pulls out a small Ziploc.

“Here,” he says. “I saved you some.”

He waves the bag of cookies in front of your face enticingly and smiles.

“OH, WOW Eddie. THANK YOU! That was so thoughtful and nice!” you say, you tone dripping with sarcasm.

He rolls his eyes and drops the bag into your lap.

“I felt bad,” he explains. “And I decided that instead of eating them all I should share with you!”

“Thanks,” you grumble without looking up from your book.

“Whatcha reading?” he asks.

“A book.”

“Yea I know that” he scoffs as he walks behind your chair and leans over your shoulder. “Oh yeah! This is one of my favorites.”

When his soft hair brushes against your shoulder you momentarily lose focus, the words blurring together on the page and your thoughts becoming muddled.

“How do you like it so far?” he asks, breaking you from your stupor.

“You’ve read ‘The Song of the Lioness’ series?” you ask mockingly.

“Uh yeah. Of course,” he says, still looking at the page you’re on. “This part is SO GOOD!”

Steve walks in before you can give Eddie another sassy retort.

“Break time is over!” Steve announces. “Back to work.”

You close the book and drop it on top of your bag before standing and moving to get your drink. You briefly forget Eddie is behind you and walk into him for the third time in a week.

“Wow,” he laughs. “Do you want a hug or something?”

You give him a disgruntled look and try to move around him but he dances back and forth with you so you can’t get by.

“I want my drink please,” you finally sigh. “Can I get by?”

“Not until you let me give you a hug,” he says. “You’ll feel better.”

“I feel fine.”

“You need a hug.”

“No. I need my drink.”

“Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Come on babe.”

“Eddie.”

“Please.”

At the soft tone of his voice your shoulders slump and you grumble, “fine.”

Without hesitation he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his body, enveloping you in his scent.

He squeezes you tightly until you circle your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry I took the last box of cookies,” he whispers.

“It’s ok. Thanks for sharing the leftovers,” you tell him.

“I SAID BREAK IS OVER! What the hell is going on in here!” Steve shouts but when you and Eddie break apart and look over at him, he’s smiling.

You awkwardly brush by Eddie to get your water while Eddie shifts over and rubs the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you.

“I’m going, I’m going,” you grunt as you walk past Steve.

“Nice Munson. Nice,” Steve praises with a waggle of his brows before leaving Eddie alone in the back room.

You and Eddie spend the rest of the workday apart, Steve putting you on register and Eddie on restocking but every time you let your gaze sweep the store to look for Eddie you find his eyes focused on you.

When your shift is over you wave goodbye to everyone and grab your belongings.

“See you tomorrow,” Eddie says as you walk by him.

“Bye Eddie,” you say with a small wave.

“So, are you coming the party this weekend?” Steve asks Eddie after you leave.

“I don’t know Harrington. I don’t really do your parties,” Eddie says with a nonchalant shrug.

“There’ll be beer. Lots of it,” Steve says. “You should at least stop by.”

“Yea…well, um is…is anyone else going?” Eddie asks.

“Robin and Nan and you can totally bring Gareth and Jeff too. The little Gremlins aren’t invited though,” Steve finishes with a pointed look. “I don’t wanna babysit.”

“I’ll think about it,” Eddie says.

The next day is Friday and Family Video’s busiest day of the week. Everyone comes in to rent movies for the weekend and you, Eddie, Robin and Steve are running all over the store to handle everything and everyone.

“You doing ok?” Eddie asks as he rushes by, turning and jogging backward so he can see you but still get to his destination quickly.  

“Hanging in there,” you answer, the last word rushing out before you yell, “Eddie look out!”

Eddie turns just in time to see the life size cut out of Ferris Bueller fill his vision before he runs right into it, trips and falls to the floor.

“Shit,” you mutter as you run over.

“You ok?” you ask, holding out your hand.

He grabs it and quickly stands, brushing out his hair and fixing his vest, his pins jangling together.

“Yep. I’m good. Thanks,” he says quickly, looking around the store.

Everyone is staring and Steve gives him the ‘what the fuck’ face. Eddie picks up the cutout and fixes it.

“Son of a bitch,” he mutters as he walks away.

You slap your hand over your mouth to try and hide your laugh but it doesn’t work and Eddie turns around to glare at you.

“What? It was kind of funny,” you say, clearing your throat.

The side of his mouth turns up into a lopsided smirk before he throws you a middle finger.

By the time your shift is over you’ve barely spoken to anyone and you’re exhausted. You shuffle into the back room to grab your bag and find Eddie slumped over the chair.

“Tired too huh?” you ask as you lean over him to get your things.

“Yea,” he sighs, poking you in the side.

You giggle and try to poke him back but he grabs your finger and traps your hand against his chest, your palm pressed over his necklace.

“Nice try sweetheart.”

Robin walks in while Eddie’s still holding your hand and she gives you both a puzzled look.

“What’s..?” she starts to ask but you pull away from Eddie and grab your things, gliding past both of them with a mumbled goodbye.

“Are you coming tonight?” Robin asks when you pick up the phone and say hello.

“I guess so. I don’t know. Maybe,” you say all at once.

“Aw come on! Don’t be a dingus!”

You sigh into the phone and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’ll think about it!” you say.

She squeals on the other end of the line and hangs up.

“Hey! You came!” Steve cheers once you wade through the crowd and find him.

“And I’m already regretting my decision,” you say lightly.

Steve smiles and says, “that’s because you’re still sober.”

He hands you his beer. “Here, drink this.”

You sip the beer and look around, searching for some more familiar faces. You spot Robin by the radio and she starts to frantically wave and call you over.

“I’m gonna go,” you begin, pointing to Robin.

“Yea, yea, go mingle,” Steve says with a grin.

After you finish your first beer you leave Robin in search of another and end up in front of the cooler with some random guy talking you up.

He’s cute and so far seems sweet and funny but he’s clearly tipsy and getting a little too bold.

“Are you just gonna stand here and pout all night?” Steve asks Eddie when he finds him leaning against the wall in a dark corner.

“What else am I gonna do?” Eddie asks. “Gareth and Jeff are already drunk and you’re busy ‘hosting’ and Robin is talking to Vickie…who else is here that I like…”

His thought trails off as his eyes land on you standing by the beer. His low gasp is barely audible over the music and chatter but he can feel his face heat up as he swallows hard and let’s his gaze wander over every inch of you.  

“Oh look!” Steve says cheerfully. “Someone else you like.”

Eddie clears his throat with a scoff but never takes his eyes off you.

“Wow that guy is really pulling out all the stops,” Steve muses. “You better go over there and get your girl.”

“What?” Eddie says, his hair bouncing around his face. “She’s not…we’re not dating.”

Steve turns to look at Eddie expectantly and waits.

“But she’s mine,” Eddie finishes before handing Steve his beer and stalking over to you.

He taps you on the shoulder, harder than intended and you spin around with an “ow!”

Your eyes go wide as you look Eddie over and his eyes visibly darken as they sweep over your body.

“What are you doing here?” he asks with a snarky tone before you can say anything.

“I was about to ask you the same thing!” you fire back. “And in case you hadn’t noticed I’m in the middle of a conversation.”

“Looks thrilling,” he mocks. “I need to talk to you.”

“Too bad. I’m busy,” you tell him.

The guy you were talking to keeps trying to follow the conversation between you and Eddie but in his drunken state all he can do is make faces as he looks back and forth.

“Let’s go,” Eddie says, gently grabbing your arm.

“No! I’m gonna stay here and talk to…uh…this guy,” you say and jerk your arm away.

Eddie chuckles. “This guy? You don’t even know his name!”

“So what? I can find that out!” you counter with a scowl.

“Why are you being so difficult all of a sudden?” Eddie complains. “I just wanna talk to you.”

“Well maybe if you were nicer about it,” you add, narrowing your eyes.

You turn away from Eddie to find your new drunken friend has wandered off to talk to someone else.

“Great! Now the only person I wanted to talk to is gone!” you groan and throw your hands up.

“Aw come on sweetheart, you definitely didn’t want to talk to him! Don’t bullshit me.”

“How would you know?” you shout.

“Because you looked bored out of your mind!”

You down the rest of your beer and stomp past Eddie to look for Steve and say goodbye.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Eddie asks, hot on your heels.

“I’m leaving and I want to say goodbye to Steve.”

Eddie follows you down the hallway and notices an open door so he grabs you by the waist and tugs you inside, shutting the door and pinning you against it.

“What the hell do you think….,” you start.

He presses a ringed finger to your lips and it’s not the action that silences you but the pure shock of it.

His eyes drop to your mouth as he removes his finger and grazes it across your cheek. At the hitch of your breath, he drags his bottom teeth over his lip and smiles.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers, his hand moving lower and his fingers ghosting over your collar bone.

Your lips are parted but you don’t speak, trying hard to control your breathing when his fingers slide lower and trace over the swell of your breasts.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, licking his lips.

“What are you doing?” you ask, willing your voice to remain steady.

“Touching you,” he says as if it’s nothing.

You look up at him through your lashes. “Eddie.”

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

You keep your eyes on his, sucking in a breath when he dips his head and curls his hand around your jaw, pressing his thumb under your chin to tilt your head back.

“Just say the words,” he whispers as his lips brush yours.

Your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks and you lean into him, your fingers dancing up his chest and into his hair.

He closes the space between you, capturing your lips, softly at first but with a growing intensity that makes every inch of your body melt into his.

Your fingers delve into his curls and you pull him closer, all of him pressing against you as you inhale the smell of him.

His hands are everywhere and suddenly he’s kissing you harder, deeper and with a fervent urgent need. You’re thankful for his body holding you in place because he has you weak in the knees.

@hiddles-rose @ysmmsy @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @loki-laufeyson-1054 @goldylions @seitmai @mrsmischief209​ @dreamlessinparis​

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn

[comphy-and-cozy]

🦋anddd could i request prompt 45 with tyson jost as a blurb?? can’t wait for these!!

xoxo love you @fallinallincurls

Prompt: #45 "I'm marrying that sweet son of a bitch."

Pairing: Tyson Jost x Reader

Word Count: ~530

Warnings: Alcohol use and chaos

This is inspired entirely by that video of Mel yelling at Gabe for being an idiot before their wedding (if anyone has it pls send me the link bc I looked for it forever but couldn't find it)

It's a perfect July day. The sun is out, with not a cloud in the sky. Music plays through the speakers, some kind of backyard-BBQ-easy-listening playlist on Spotify that keeps the mood light, fun, ready for a party. Well, an even bigger party than the one you’re at—this is like the pre-party to the pre-party.

You’re getting married this weekend, and to accommodate your friends and family who have traveled from far away to be here for you, your fiancé reserved a large (read: huge) Airbnb for everyone to gather. One thing turned into another, and somehow it’s become the pre-game for the welcome dinner, taking place later tonight. Your entire wedding party is here, along with a few scattered members of each of your families, milling about in the pool, playing cornhole, catching up with one another after a summer apart.

But by the looks of it, and judging by the overflowing bin of empty seltzer cans and beer bottles, this gang might not be making it to the welcome dinner tonight. Barzy, Dante, Kacey, and Jesse are engaged in an intense chicken match, sloshing water across Gabe, who’s shouting complaints about messing up his hair. Beside them, JT’s shirt is off, his shoulders fried, and you’re about to yell at him to put on some sunscreen because the best man can't look like a lobster on the wedding day, when you catch sight of a curly head darting around, zooming by on a children’s tricycle—where did that even come from?

“Tyson, I swear to God, if you break your face, I’m going to kill you,” you shout at him, immediately envisioning him falling over, scraping up his handsome face the before the wedding, leaving your poor photographer to frantically photoshop out the inevitably gruesome skid mark on his face.

But he’s not listening, his eyes set on the ramp that Nate is standing proudly beside. “Babe, watch this!”

You watch in horror as he pedals his legs faster, zooming up the ramp and launching off of it before Nate is tossing a beer at him. Tyson catches it in mid-air, pouring only a small stream into his mouth before he’s flying into the water, the splash sending water whooshing over the edge of the pool. He surfaces a few moments later, shaking the water out of his curls amid loud guffaws and cheers from his mates, shouting, “Tyson! Tyson! Tyson!”

Shaking your head, you laugh, amused at his stupidity, and thankful his little stunt didn't end in a disaster. But then, a moment later, you feel a pair of strong arms lifting you up off the ground and you’re shrieking, arms flailing around. The flash of red hair is the last thing you see before they release you and you’re falling, soon crashing into the water yourself, submerged beneath the rippling pool.

When you rise to the surface, it’s your name that everyone’s chanting, and soon enough, Tyson’s swimming toward you to lift you up in his arms and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips.

Pure happiness and mirth fills your soul, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt, and you can’t help it when you exclaim, “I’m marrying this sweet son of a bitch!”

#tyson jost blurb #tyson jost fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #tyson jost imagine #c's 1k celly #fallinallincurls #asks

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

🔥 + your least fav character in all media ever and why?

I’m sure I could find a character I despise more, but I’d be lying if I said Kylo Ren from the new Star Wars trilogy wasn’t the first that came to mind.

Now granted, I feel the hatred for this character has more to do with how certain sections of the fandom perceive him rather than what’s written on paper.

I wanted to like this guy. His introduction as some loser Darth Vader wanna be felt like a great launching off point to explore how these Neo-Nazi types are really just whiny crybabies who like to play dress up to make themselves feel powerful. And given the climate it was written in, it could have been really topical and interesting how we see this guy spiral and get worse. But, we didn’t get that.

Instead, we had a non-character with no discernible goals or values make sad faces for two movies before getting an unearned redemption arc just because a hack writer and enough fan girls online thought the actor was hot.

I really try ship and let ship. It’s your fun and you’re not hurting anybody. HOWEVER, certain members of the Reylo part of the fandom undeniably hurt real life people and made the franchise objectively worse.

And it all comes back, to this asshole.

I will make a two hour video essay dissecting this whole mess at some point, I swear to God.

Send Me a 🔥+ a Topic, and I’ll Tell You My Honest Opinion About It

#ever get the feeling you’re swinging a bat at a hornet’s nest #anti kylo ren #anti reylo #Star Wars #anti jj abrams #anti abrams

[httplilyyy]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 || 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘

pairing: robin buckley x reader

summary: after you get hurt, robin takes you to the back room to patch you up. however, a few confessions are involved

warnings: none but fluff and the occasional swear word

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this takes place in s4 but there are no spoilers

stranger things masterlist

One thing about robin was that she is totally and undeniably in love with you and she hated it.

She hated watching others come up to you asking you out when all she could do is sit at the sidelines and pray that you’d turn them down.

Having originally lived in England, you were new to Hawkins. However, you had made friends instantly and it was like you were there from the start.

Robin was hooked on you since the first time she saw you step into her class. You sat in front of her in Chemistry and she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of you.

It was only when you two were partnered up for an assignment was when she had realised she was in deep.

The way your eyes would light up as you smiled and how perfect your laugh sounded and as cliche as it sounds it was like music to Robins ears.

What Robin didn’t expect was for you to become friends with Steve ’The Hair’ Harrington seeing as he was a senior and a complete douche.

She continued to stare at you in class and watch as you conversed with Steve, her stomach bubbling with jealousy.

Robin always held onto the hope of you liking her some day but deep down she always knew that it would never happen and that the closest she could be to you is by being your friend. Oh how she was wrong.

You were currently laying on the counter in Family Video where Steve and Robin worked. It was a normal Saturday except there were less customers than normal.

“God! Where is everybody?” Steve complained as he leaned against the counter beside you.

“Probably asleep.” You said.

“Its 2 in the afternoon.” Robin deadpanned as she moved around the store placing movies on the shelves.

“Exactly.” You replied with a smile.

“There has to be something we can do.” Steve suggested.

“We’re in a store. What could we possibly do?”

“I don’t know I was kinda hoping you knew something for us to do.”

“You’re out of luck there Harrington.” You said as you patted him on the head.

“Hey! My hair!”

“Oh I’m terribly sorry your highness. I forgot your hair was your best feature.” You snickered as you sat up.

“No its not.”

“Alright, what else have you got in your locker then?”

“My amazing personality.”

“Definitely not.” Robin chucked as she walked passed again.

“Okay! I don’t need you two ganging up on me.” Steve huffed.

“Sorry, we forgot you’re a vulnerable person.”

“I’m not.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” You smiled as you hopped off the counter and walked towards Robin.

“Hey y/n.”

“What you doing Buckley?”

“My job.” Robin said and looked at Steve making him put his hands up in surrender before picking up some movies himself and actually doing some work.

“Seems fun.”

“It sure is.” Robin replied sarcastically.

“I’ll help.” You said as you held your hand out.

“No need, I’m nearly done anyway.”

“Come on Buckley, I need to do something or else I’m going to die from boredom.”

“Alright.” Robin chuckled before handing you some movies. As you took them from her hand Robin felt your fingers graze against hers which made her face turn a little red at the contact.

“Where do these go?”

“Just over there by Steve.”

“Yes boss.” You joked before walking over to Steve, placing the movies on the shelf.

You weren’t paying much attention and you had managed to get into a little fight with Steve seeing who can push the other without falling.

What you didn’t realise was that you had increasingly got closer to a shelf and with an extra hard shove from Steve you had managed to fall into it.

A little squeal had escaped from your mouth as you went tumbling into the shelf and all of the movies had fallen on and around you.

This had caught the attention or Robin and before she knew it she had dropped her movies and ran over to see if you were alright.

“Ow.” You groaned as you sat up.

“Oh shit! Sorry y/n.” Steve apologised as he rushed over to you and helped you up.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” You smiled as you began to pick the movies up.

“What are you doing?” Robin questioned as she watched you.

“Picking up the movies?” You answered.

“No, no, Steve will pick the movies up and I’ll take you to clean up that cut on your forehead.”

“Huh?” You hadn’t even realised you had hurt yourself until you placed a hand on your head and felt a shooting pain. “How the hell?”

“Come on.” Robin said softly as she pulled you into the back room.

Robin pulled out a chair for you to sit on as she rummaged around for the first aid kit. She let out a little triumphant ‘yes’ once she had found it before making her way over to you.

“You gonna patch me up Doctor Buckley?” You chuckled as you watched Robin go through the first aid kit.

“Shush.” Robin smiled finally finding what she was looking for.

Gently, Robin placed her hand underneath your chin making you look up at her so she could have better access to the cut.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Robin said so quietly it almost came out as a whisper.

She used a wipe and dabbed the cut cautiously as if she would hurt you any more. You being you decided to milk it and let out a loud ‘ow’ causing Robin to jump back away from you.

You let out a laugh after seeing her reaction making Robin look back at you with a very unimpressed face.

“I’m sorry.” You said as your laughter died down. “You just looked so concentrated.”

“You’re hilarious.” Robin said sarcastically as she went back to cleaning your cut but her little smile didn’t go unnoticed by you.

After Robin finished wiping your cut she went back to the first aid box to find a plaster.

“What size do you want?” Robin asked. “Small, medium or big?”

“I don’t mind, you choose.”

Robin walked back over towards you with a medium sized plaster in her hand and she held your head in her hand again.

Again, you being you decided to mess around and started to wiggle your head so it was borderline impossible to place a plaster on your head.

“Come on, y/n. You’re not making this easy for me.”

“Thats the point, Buckley.”

What you didn’t expect was for her to sit in your lap and tilt your head down so you were looking directly into her eyes.

Robin placed the plaster over your cut but still stayed on your lap. Your hands found them selves resting on her hips so she didn’t fall off.

There was a beat of silence between you two but you both didn’t mind it, in fact you relished in it.

“You’re blushing.” You whispered as you looked between Robins eyes and lips. “Its cute.”

“Can I tell you something?” Robin whispered. “You have to promise me that you won’t judge me.”

“Of course, whatever it is you're trying to tell me, I would never judge you. You’re my friend.”

“I know we're friends. i just... wish we were more than that.”

“As in you have feelings for me… Romantically?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.” Robin muttered as she tried to get off your lap however you tightened your grip keeping her there.

“Look at me.” You said softly. “Robin, look at me.”

She didn’t listen to you and she kept her gaze on her fingers on her lap, in between the both of you. You moved your right hand from her waist and used it to tilt Robins head up to make her look at you.

Tears were swimming in her eyes and she let out a chuckle as she couldn’t believe how foolish she was.

“You’re too cute Buckley.” You said before you pressed your lips against hers. The sudden impact had stunned Robin, her breath catching in her throat.

Her eyes were blown wide and she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her brain started to register what was going on and she finally kissed you back, wrapping her hands around your shoulders.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you had to separate from the kiss. You leaned your foreheads against each other, not wanting this moment to end.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and gradually pulled away from Robin.

“You kissed me.” Robin whispered breathlessly.

“And you didn’t stop me.”

“Wha- I thought?”

“I like you, Buckley. I really, really like you.”

“Did you hit your head too hard?”

“Maybe a little.” You smiled.

You cupped her flushed cheek and brushed your thumb over her cheekbone. Due to the closeness of the two of you, both your faces barely an inch away from each other, you could see every intricate detail on her face.

You admired her for a little while before you dived back in for a second kiss which had you both smiling into.

You ended the kiss, feeling your lungs begging for some air gaining a soft wine of protest from Robin. The two of you looked into each others eyes just enjoying the moment you were in before you spoke up.

“Can I take you to a drive in or a diner sometime next week?”

“Are you asking me out?” Robin chuckled softly.

“Well, yeah. Only if you want to.”

“Seeing as we just kissed I thought you’d take that as a yes.” Robin smiled. “Only thing is that I’ve never really been on a date before.”

“Well, I’ll make it the best one ever.”

“You’re actually my first kiss- oh wow, I’m over sharing.”

“No, no, its cute.” You smirked. “I like seeing you all flustered.”

“Of course you do.” Robin said before she was pulled into another kiss and you two stayed like that until Steve called out for you two asking if you were alright.

“I guess we have to go back out.” You said and Robin got off your lap, putting away the first aid kit and walking towards the door.

Robin pulled you into a little kiss before she opened the door to see Steve with his hands on his hips still looking at the pile of fallen movies.

“Have you done anything whilst we were in there?” You asked as you walked over to him.

“Yeah. I got a girls number.” Steve replied.

“Of course you did.”

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[babygirlispunk]

Summer Fling - PART TWO

Pedro Pascal x f!Reader

Summary: lady luck is on your side on a night out with your friends and a chance encounter fuelled by liquid courage giving you a sense of DeJa'Vu.

Warnings: 18+, age gap, alcohol consumption, mentions of hard drugs (reader not consuming), a forced kiss (not from ped), swearing and female degrading words.

Word count: 3.2k

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It had been two weeks since New Years. You still couldn't believe what had happened, that you had your New Years kiss with him. You play over and over again how intense it was. The feeling of his lips, nose, hands and body imprinted on your brain. His taste, his smell, those eyes...

You tried not to become obsessive over it but it was hard when you had never experience a kiss like that before. Something so simple but now your expectations had risen tenfold.

The kicker was that you had even made it onto celebrity news briefly, solidifying that it really happened. Turns out there were some people in the crowd that had taken pictures and videos of you and Pedro but to your luck you were unidentifiable and didn't have to deal with any online harassment.

Not wanting to upset yourself you didn't read the comments and gossip articles, knowing the internet can be cruel. Though Syria did take it on for herself to read some and show you the nice ones. For the most part people were just curious about who you were, if you and Pedro had any history and a lot speculation about your age.

Despite being in your later 20's, there was some people bashing Pedro for getting with someone much younger than him. It annoyed you a little. There may have been a 20 or so year age gap, you were both adults having a harmless fun pash. Hopefully this wouldn't put a stain on his career.

"These girls acting like they wouldn't be over the moon if they were in your positions." Syria reassures you. "I literally seen a 14 years old thirsting over him. 14. Years. Old!"

You chuckle at her frustration. "Who cares, they'll forget about the whole thing in a couple days."

"He's still in Australia, by the way...." she sing songs.

"Have you been stalking him?"

"Someone's got to." she shrugs and you give her a playful shove on the shoulder. "There's always a chance you could bump into him again."

Rolling your eyes, you get back to your show on the TV and Syria continues scrolling through her phone.

The weekend had rolled around and your friendship group has a night out planned. You all meet up in the CBD and make your way together to a hidden rooftop bar that you all frequent. It's popular enough that there's a good amount of people but low key enough that you're not packed like sardines.

it's edging close to 9pm and the sun is setting over the horizon. Lingering heat from the summer sun is simmering in the air and you thank yourself for choosing to wear a simple, short, halter neck dress and a pair of heel boots while dancing along with the live DJ.

Double parked with glasses of your favourite alcohol, taking sips of each as they spill a bit while you move along with the music and getting buzzed. You're giggling and smiling ear to ear with Syria and Nicola as the dawning sky turns to night.

"Shots, we need shots!" shouts Syria running over to the bar followed by Nicola. You follow suit chugging the last of your two drinks so you can join in with the shots.

You place your empty glasses on the bar and watch as the bar tender pours into the shot glasses for your group. You focus on the bottle and see the bold 'Vodka' text written on the bottle's label and begin contemplating whether you are willing for the night to turn wild or not. Though Nicola doesn't give you a choice and shoves the glass into your hand.

'Cin cin' is chanted out in your group and you all simultaneously throw your heads back, swallowing it whole. Another glass is shoved into your hand.

"Cin cin!"

Another gulp and you feel your throat burning followed by the warming sensation travelling down your chest.

"God that's awful" coughs out Nicola, her face screwed up and disgusted from the vodka.

"Gets the job done quicker and cheaper." Syria calls out.

As everyone hangs around chatting loudly over the music, you feel a soft brush rubs along your back and something familiar invades your senses. A scent. That sweet musky scent. Where have you smelt that before? You try to focus on the familiarity but the Vodka is working its way to your brain quicker than you can comprehend.

Before you can look around your hand is snatched by Syria, Nicola and a few other girls as they lead you back on to the dance floor. The more you move the more you feel the mixed alcohol taking effect over your body. The girls are all dancing close together, hanging off each other and sharing affectionate hugs and kisses on the cheek as you drunkenly announce your love for each other. You know your group is gathering some attention, like second nature you can feel eyes burning into you no matter what state of mind you are in. Feeling a little on edge.

Some guys close in on your friends just as you feel a pair of hands slither their way onto your waist. It feels icky and you can feel your body stiffening.

You spin around to see some guy with blonde hair around your age giving you a sloppy smirk. Through blurry vision you see his blue eyes but his iris's are blown out. Without much warning he goes down to kiss you, taking you by surprise as your eyes stay open in shock. His grip hardens on your waist and forces his tongue into your mouth, pressing his face into yours and that's when you can taste it. Whatever drug he had can consumed chars your mouth and the vile taste makes you want to vomit.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you firmly push him off you releasing the kiss he looks at you dumbfounded.

"What the fuck man?" you almost spit out the words as the taste lingers and you wipe his saliva from your mouth. "You taste like shit!"

"Its just coke you bitch." his words are slurred.

All you can do is give him your most confused and disgusted face till he turns around and walks off with his mate towards to the toilet, probably off to have another bump. You check on your friends and they seem to be more successful with their hook ups.

Eager to be rid of the bitter taste you get to the bar and order a water and chug it but is useless. You order another drink along with another shot of vodka instead in hope the alcohol can burn the taste away. Another body joins next to you as you wait for your drink to be made. You peer in your peripheral vision to make sure its not the same guy but you see brunette hair and internally sigh in relief.

He orders a drink as well, waiting beside you.

"Hey there." The guy next to you says in an American accent.

You turn your attention to him, everything a blur you only just make out a nice side smile accompanied by a dimple on his right cheek. His energy was different right off the bat, much calmer and nicer, but you couldn't be bothered with a potential repeat like before.

Your drinks is placed in front of you, tapping your card to pay, sculling the shot and lever yourself off the bar. "Sorry not interested."

Drink in hand, you head towards an empty booth to catch a breather. As you pass the guy, your nose is again engulfed by that smell. He must've been the one who passed you earlier. Not thinking much of it other than just a guy with nice cologne you plop yourself down on the seat to people watch. Well the best you could in your state and in dim lighting.

Sipping your drink and looking around, but like a sniffer dog following a scent hot on its trail, your eyes fall back on the intoxicatingly good smelling guy. He moved his way on to a table, sitting on a stool talking to his friend across him. His blurry silhouette starts to become more detailed the more you stare at him.

The messy brown hair, the glasses, puppy eyes, hooked nose, pouty lip... firm arms...

(Highly recommend listening to Glue - BICEP for the next part, for the vibe and bonus points if you listen to the Nelly Furtado remix *chefs kiss*)

The brunette peers your way mid conversation and you lock eyes. You're not sure if its the weighty bass of the song the DJ is playing that makes your heart beat heavy, the sweat from the hot summer air causing goosebumps to form along your skin or the buzz of alcohol but you feel a lightheaded-ness consume you as realisation sets in.

And judging by his face, a subtle eyebrow raise and a cheeky smile he's trying to hold back, he knows you realised too.

You scull the rest of your drink for that last bit of liquid courage, jump out of your chair and bee line to Pedro, his eyes never leaving you.

"Actually I'm very interested. Wanna dance?" you blurt out and shove your hand out for him to grab, slightly embarrassed that was the first thing you could think of saying to him and his friend giggles near by. But that embarrassment quickly subsides as he smiles wide, making his eye crinkle slightly.

"I'd love to dance." He excuses himself to his friend and they nod back. Placing his hand, entwining your fingers together it sends an electrical jolt through you that makes you inhale deep.

You lead the way to the dance floor gently pushing your way through people to get to the middle. You swivel on your heel to face him and a sense of DeJa'Vu overwhelms you. The loud bass-y music pounding around you, the crowded space, eyes locked and your crazy beating heart, you're almost frozen on the spot because you can't believe this is happening again. Like as if you've dreamed up this fantasy to relive the euphoric feeling that was New Years Eve.

Pedro starts dancing to encourage you out of your frozen state. He starts bouncing and flailing his hands around making you giggle and you start to dance more rhythmically. He looked goofy but you really appreciated his self-confidence to not care how he was dancing.

Dance lights are flashing rapidly making it look like everything is in slow motion and as your moving around you can really feel all the alcohol you had consumed, warming you up and giving you a new sense of confidence and cheekiness. Pedro starts moving more rhythmically and grabs your hands, bringing them to his mouth and kisses them.

Letting the music take over you both, like magnets, you're pulled together connecting bodies once again intensifying the vibe and the yearning at your core. His hands pull yours around his back so you're hugging him and his placed his arms around your neck. As he leans in for the kiss, you take the opportunity to be playful.

Turning around but not losing the space between you two, you lean your back on him. You keep dancing but purposefully rub your ass against him and his hands are quick to slide down your arms onto your waist firmly flushing his body to yours as you feel something growing against your backside.

Pedro dips his head into the crook of your neck, planting kisses along it making you rest your head on him, staring at the starry sky. He moans your name into your ear and lowers his left hand to the hem of your dress, circling your upper thigh, building a pulse down below and making you hum excitedly.

The fact he remembered not just your face but your name as well made you want you to kiss him so bad but you were having to much fun playing with him and instead pressed harder against him.

"Mierda.." he breathes out and nips at the skin of your neck, sliding his righthand from your hip to your breast and groping a hand full. "Putting on a show for your friends are we?"

Your eyes snap forward not realising how into it you were to see Syria and Nicola and a few other friends a little ways ahead of you. Most look confused but Syria is excitedly throwing a double thumbs at you with a cheesiest smile her cheeks can handle and mouthing 'get in' to you.

You burst out laughing, maybe a little too hard, struggling to keep control of yourself and nearly toppling over. Maybe you shouldn't have had that last drink.

"Why don't we take a break, get some air. I think that alcohol is catching up to you." He hooks an arm around you for balance and leads you away from the dance floor back to the high table.

He places himself on the stool and gestures you to stand between his legs and you follow. Head heavy and dizzy you slump your forehead in his neck and nuzzle in, inhaling a deep breathe of his scent. You are met with a warm embrace as he wraps his arms around you and you feel like you could fall asleep right then and there.

"I didn't think I'd see you again."

You slowly raise your head up to look at him through heavy lids. "Me either... Honestly I didn't believe it happened untill seeing myself plastered on the internet."

"I hope you didn't read what they had to say." he looks at you a little worried, brows pinching together and enhancing his puppy eyes.

"Nah, I just tried to ignore it."

"Good girl."

Such simple words but they sounded like music to your ears. Music that reverberated in your body making you feel like your body belong to him and couldn't go a second longer away from his touch.

Closing in your face to his, you ghost your lips over his, so close his moustache tickled you lip. He moves a hand to your jaw line and strokes your cheek, you're not sure why he's holding back now, especially after essentially dry fucking on the dance floor.

"I just need to make sure before I completely give in to you... how old are you."

You snort. "You ask me that after feeling me up?"

"I know... My publicist was concerned when those pictures got out and she reminded me the legal drinking age is 18 here. Even 21 is too young for me."

He's looking at your lips and you can see he's struggling to hold back. You know he knows you're old enough for this to not be weird but you give him peace of mind.

"I can assure you I am older than that. Nothing questionable going on here." You reassure him with a smile and within a second his lips are planted on yours, his hand gliding its way to the nape of your neck to pull you in.

As soon as it begins, your kiss ends, being interrupted by a gyrating voice you've heard before. "Hey man, sorry to jump in but are you Pedro Pascal?"

You both turn to face the male. Its the coke guy from before. He squints at you still cut from your previous interaction and you just roll your eyes.

"Yes I am." He gives the guy a courteous smile but keeps a firm hold on your hip bringing you in close hoping the guy takes the hint that he is preoccupied right now.

"Sick I thought so, my girlfriend is massive fan and I have her on facetime right now, can you say hi to her? Her names Jenna." He stammers, chewing aggressively on a piece of gum.

That asshole.

Pedro politely grabs the phone screen being shoved in his face and talks to the girl on the other side. You look at the guy straight in the eyes and notice a glistening sheen form on his forehead not sure if its from the drugs or he's shitting himself. He's eyeing you back begging you not to do anything but if you where her, you would want to know if your boyfriend was a cheating dog.

"Hey Jenna..." you say into the phone and his mouth drops and he goes pales. "As a girls girl, you deserve to know that your boyfriend is a cheating coke head."

You hear a shocked gasp come from the screen and funnily enough Pedro turns the phone to face you, amusement in his face.

"Yeah, he forced a kiss on me earlier-" You feel Pedro's fist clench on your hip, "-and then called me a bitch when I pushed him away."

The poor girl looks devastated and begins apologising profusely.

He turns the phone back on to himself. "Don't apologies darling, dump his a-" Before he can finish the phone is snatched from his hand, the guy frantically hangs up the call and looks at the both of you pissed off.

"Who do you think you are? And you're just some slut hooking up with this old man."

Pedro's body shifts beside you and before it escalates you place your hand on his should holding him down on the stool before turning your attention back to the asshole looking at him dead in the eye.

"Fuck off mate." you spit it out, doing your best to get him to back down. After a few seconds he finally backs seeing you hold your stance and Pedro's angry face, brows pulled together and tight lipped.

As he storms off, you notice some people around you had notice the commotion and were staring. Some were already taking pictures and videos because of who was involved.

You felt guilty that you had drawn attention around Pedro when he was flying under the radar and enjoying the night. You look at him and he realises that his night out has ended as it was likely people would start crowding around him.

His friend shuffles over to him and they start exchanging words.

'...probably go'

'right...'

'...do you need'

'be fine...'

'...stay'

He manoeuvres you so he can get off the seat, you expect this to be good bye.

He dips his head to your ear. "I have to go before I get horded. I'm not expecting anything from you but would you like to come back to my hotel with me and we can get to know each other without the distractions?"

No matter the situation, he was still polite as ever.

You nod your head a little too vigorously and it makes him chuckle, giving you his hand to take. All eyes on you two, you make your way to the elevator with your head down and Pedro using his body the best he can to shield you from onlookers.

Once the elevator doors closes, he lets out a big sigh. Leaning against the metal wall he pulls you in to rest against his chest and you do so diligently. Using his nose, he nudges your head to move aside and give him better access to your neck to peck at, arms hugging you securely making sure you're not going anywhere and leaving him this time.

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[ryangosking]

Boobies

Summary- Things change between you and Steve when he accidentally walks in on you half naked. Fluff/smut, friends to lovers.

Warnings- 18+ for sexual content. Lil' bit of thigh riding, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, swearing.

"Steeeeve!" You screech, your arms automatically covering your naked chest.

"Oh shit." He mumbles, holding onto the half open door, still staring.

"STEVE!" You yell.

"God, sorry!" He finally turns his back. "Your mom said it was OK to come up."

"Well it wasn't! I'll meet you in the car." You tell him, shortly.

"Yeah, sure, OK." He stutters, flustered, closing the door.

You're actually MORTIFIED, your friend Steve seeing you half naked like that. Hastily pulling on your bra and shirt, your whole body feels like it's on fire with embarrassment. Not only was Steve your friend, you'd had a crush on him for years. It had been bad enough recently, having to listen to him bemoan his love life - after Nancy he'd gone aimlessly from girl to girl, looking for something you knew you could give him. And now he'd be comparing you to all the others, the discarded ones. Dammit.

Steve sat in the car, in shock. He kept replaying the scene as he waited for you, how soft you looked and .... touchable. It wasn't as if he'd never seen boobs before, he'd seen LOTS of boobs, all shapes and sizes. But these were different, they were attached to you, his kind and funny friend, who patiently listened to his romantic woes after yet another date crashed and burned. He had actually come close to asking you out a few times over the years, always backing out at the last minute, convinced it would ruin your friendship. That you knew him too well to like him like THAT.

But now, all Steve could think about was touching you, filling his hands and mouth with your pliable flesh....his cock twitches in his jeans and he jumps as you throw yourself into the passenger seat, red faced.

"Let's go." You murmur, looking straight ahead.

-

A couple of days later you're at Family Video, picking something to watch with your mom. You had exploded at her for letting Steve in that day, and now you had calmed down, were at pains to make it up to her.

"What's the deal with you and Steve?" Robin whispers urgently, suddenly appearing next to you.

"What?" You swallow, picking up a random movie and pretending to study the back of the case. "What do you mean?"

"You're barely speaking. It was the same the other night, at the movies." She hisses, going through the motions of straightening the shelf.

"We were watching the movie." You shrug, picking up something starring Richard Gere- a guaranteed mother pleaser.

"And afterwards, when we went for ice cream, it was like you were scared to look at each other or something." Robin continues.

Yeah, you had to admit, it had been awkward. Usually you and Steve would sit together, sharing snacks and making comments about the film, but you had positioned yourself so that Robin was between you. It can't have been much fun for her.

You sigh and turn to her. "He walked in on me getting changed, when he was picking me up to go to the movies."

Robin laughs, causing Steve to look over, frowning, from the counter.

"Robin!"

"Sorry but, it all becomes clear now." She chuckles.

"It does?" You're lost.

"Exactly how much did he see?" She probes, looking disconcertingly delighted.

You gesture vaguely to your chest and Robin nods.

"I get it. Dumbstruck by your tatas."

"Tatas, Robin? Seriously?"

"Maybe he liked what he saw." She says slyly.

"What?"

"He's probably just thinking about getting his hands on them."

"My....tatas? " You swallow, glancing over at Steve. He's leaning over the counter, chatting with a pretty girl and she's laughing at one of his stupid jokes. Jealousy twists in your gut like so many times before.

"Yeah, I mean he's obviously got a thing for you." Robin says, matter of factly.

"No." You scoff, your face burning. "As if!"

"It's true. That's why he's so jealous of your crush on Michael J Fox."

"Really?" You cast your mind back to all the times you had a tiny inkling that there might be the remotest chance in hell that Steve had feelings for you and you had dismissed it. Sometimes you caught him looking at you but you had thought he was just spacing, off in Harrington world. Could it be TRUE ?!

"And I've seen you looking at his butt." Robin says, winking conspiratorially.

"I'll go for this." You announce, handing over the Richard Gere movie. "My mom's bound to love it."

"Nice subject change." Robin deadpans, rolling her eyes.

-

The next weekend, Steve invites you over to his house for a movie night, his parents are gone as usual so he has the place to himself. Robin is also invited but she can't make it, (subtle!) off doing her own thing with Vickie.

Since your conversation with Robin you had noticed Steve looking at you more often, looking away and blushing when he's caught. It makes your heart (and everything else) ache.

On Friday evening he picks you up from the library and you swing by Family Video for snacks and a couple of free rentals. Just being near him makes your heart beat faster now, you can feel something has changed between you.

Now you're in the Harrington's den, curled up on the luxurious sofa while Steve sits in an armchair next to you. He's wearing one of your favourite shirts, a striped polo - it hugs his biceps just right, and shows off his delectable neck. Every time you glance over you have to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to calm the throbbing in your cunt.

"I can't believe you made me watch Teen Wolf again." He sighs, as the credits roll.

"You know how I feel about MJF." You say, lightly, reaching to the coffee table for the popcorn.

"I don't even know why you like him." Steve grumbles. "He's so short, you're probably taller than him."

"He's cute." You shrug, smiling to yourself. "Now it's your turn. Please not Fast Times again!"

Steve produces a tape from behind the armchair. "Ta da! Fright Night!" He announces, raising his eyebrows.

"Steve, you know I don't do horror. I get nightmares." You remind him, clutching a cushion.

"It'll be fine. It's a comedy. The guy just HAPPENS to be a vampire." He says, crouching next to the tape player.

"OK." You murmur, unsure.

"If you get scared you can come and sit on my lap, ok?" He chuckles, glancing at you.

The offer hangs in the air for a minute, and you're not sure if he's really joking.

"Deal." You reply, softly.

-

Thankfully, the movie IS funny, which takes your mind off the more gory parts.

Steve grins at you when you laugh. "See, not scary."

It's almost like old times, except you're constantly thinking of ways to get closer to him. Should you pretend to be scared so he'll comfort you? Jesus, what have you become??

When the inevitable sex scene comes up, you watch with interest as Steve shifts in his seat and clears his throat, red faced.

The well-endowed woman on-screen takes her top off and he scoffs, flustered. "They're fake."

He flicks a look at your chest and swallows. Oh.

"Hey Steve," You say playfully, feeling bold. "My face is up here."

Steve stiffens in his seat, blinking. "Oh God I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's OK." You say softly. "Are her's nicer than mine?"

He almost chokes on his popcorn. "What?"

"You heard me." You smile, untucking your shirt from your denim skirt. "Would you like a closer look? For comparisons sake?"

Steve's mouth falls open slightly as he stares at you. "Seriously?"

You nod and pat the space on the couch next to you, your tummy doing somersaults of anticipation. "Come here."

He almost trips as he rounds the coffee table, and then pauses. "Wait, is this a prank? Is this something you and Robin cooked up? Is she behind the couch, right now?"

"No Steve." You laugh. "It's not a prank."

"Just checking." He sits down, eyes fixed on your hands as you unbutton your shirt, revealing the bra beneath.

Feeling more and more brazen, you open your shirt, letting it slip off your shoulder. "Well, are mine nicer?"

He tilts his head and then nods. "Yep." He croaks. "They're....nicer."

"You can touch me if you want."

Tentatively he places his hand on your breast and squeezes gently, making a noise in the back of his throat. "Fuck."

It feels so good to have his hand on you, the heat of his palm searing through the lacy material. You lean forward to kiss him and he suddenly leans back, a panicked expression on his face.

"No no no! Not again Harrington." He mumbles, jumping up. He starts pacing the room.

Shame and embarrassment bloom in your guts, and you draw your shirt back over your chest, folding your arms.

"What are you doing?" Steve asks, running a hand through his hair.

"I thought it's what you wanted." You say quietly, not looking at him.

"It is, believe me. It took all my strength not to just dive on top of you just now." He swallows.

"Well then?" You ask, plaintively.

"Do you really think it's a good idea? If we do...something, it'll change everything."

"It's already changed, Steve. I'm tired of just being your friend." You blurt. SHIIIIT.

"Really?" He asks, eyebrows knitted together. "I thought, well, you think I'm an idiot, right?"

"So? That's why I...." You sigh. May as well come clean all the way. "Remember, a couple of summers ago when I was a counsellor at that dumb camp?"

Steve chuckles coldly and folds his arms. "Oh yeah."

"I lost my virginity to that dickhead swimming instructor Adam? It was horrible."

"Ha!" He crows. "I knew it!"

"Yeah, I may have lied when I told you about it. It wasn't good or romantic, actually it hurt. But least it was mercifully brief." You admit.

"He hurt you?" Steve says, anger flashing in his dark eyes.

"Not intentionally. He just didn't care." You shrug. "And all I could think about was you. How I had wanted you to be my first."

In fact you had cried off activities for the rest of the day citing a stomach upset, and stayed in bed feeling sorry for yourself. You knew you were just another notch on Adam's bedpost, but part of you had just wanted to get your first time over with. Still, you couldn't help thinking about Steve, imagining for the thousandth time how it would have been with him.

When you returned to Hawkins, you made up a romantic midnight lakeside liaison, making Adam sound like an expert in the art of virginity taking. The reality of an uncomfortable bunk bed and thoughtless execution stayed with you. Steve had grinned and given you a high-five.

"Oh." His face softens and he sits next to you again. "Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

"Because its embarrassing. You were so caught up with Nancy...." You trail off, helplessly.

"Honestly, when you told me about that asshole I was jealous." Steve says, half smiling at the memory.

"You were?"

"I'd always thought I'd be your first too. You deserve to be fuc- I mean - treated - right." He reaches over and moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

"So what now?" You ask, heart hammering at his closeness.

Steve touches your face and kisses you gently, his other hand sliding under your shirt. "Do you still want to?" He murmurs.

You nod, already drunk from his touch. "Yeah."

-

You're on Steve's lap, thighs splayed over his, skirt rucked up over your hips. His hand is between your legs and he's rubbing your pussy through your panties, the thin material growing damper by the second.

"I can't believe this is happening." Steve murmurs, kissing your neck.

"Me neither." You gasp, squirming against his fingers as you pull his shirt over his head.

You run your hands over him, stroking his chest and arms, dropping kisses onto his shoulders. You've thought about this so many times, late at night when you couldn't sleep, touching yourself and wishing it was Steve.

Suddenly he takes his hand away from your aching cunt and you want to cry, you need more, you need to be full of him.

He removes your bra so stealthily you almost don't notice, pushing your breasts together and kissing them. When he takes a nipple into his mouth you start grinding on his leg, desperate for some relief.

Steve takes the hint and returns a hand to your pussy, fingers inside your panties now, thumbing your swollen clit.

"Did Adam make you feel like this?" He asks, lowly, sliding two fingers into you. "Make you this wet?"

"No." You whimper, as he curls his fingers. "Fuck, Steve!"

He chuckles, dirtily. "Are you ready for my cock? Because I'm about to burst here."

You undo his belt and let down his zipper, Steve sighs with relief and takes his cock out. Your mouth starts to water at the sight of it, so hard and leaking at the tip. Tentatively you touch him, stroking the length and swiping your thumb over the head.

Steve shifts you on his lap, pulling your panties down impatiently, his eyes almost black with desire. You kiss him softly, feeling such tenderness towards him, wanting to give him everything.

He lines his cock up at your entrance, and moves into you slowly, groaning as your velvety walls hug him. While you appreciate his gentleness, at this point you just want him to fuck your brains out.

"Steve, I'm not a virgin, you don't have to be so- aaahhh!" You mouth drops open as he snaps his hips and fucks up into you, filling you with one thrust.

"You OK?" He gasps.

"Yeah....feels good." You swallow, gripping his shoulder for leverage.

He slides his hand into your hair and pulls you down for a kiss as he moves inside you. You moan into his mouth and rock your hips to meet his thrusts, placing a hand on his sweaty chest.

This was worlds away from what had transpired with Adam, you're not even sure that was sex. There was only his smug expression afterwards and the blood on the bunk bed blanket that was testament to what had occurred that afternoon.

"Fuck, why didn't we do this sooner?" Steve gasps, flush-faced, hands on your hips.

"Because you're an idiot." You sigh affectionately, stroking his hair and kissing him.

He bends his head to nuzzle at your breasts again, and you feel the first spark of an orgasm in your belly.

"Steve." You whine, your hand moving down to rub your clit. He brushes your hand away and takes over, his fingers moving in tight circles.

"Yeah thats it." He breathes. "Cum on my cock sweetheart."

You bury your face in his shoulder as your orgasm rolls through you, holding onto him and moaning against his hot neck.

"Aw fuuuck ..." Steve groans, and you feel him stiffen and throb deep inside your cunt.

You don't want to move. You don't want it to be over yet.

Steve lets out a breathless chuckle, you feel it rumbling through his chest.

"What?" You murmur, exhausted all of a sudden. You could fall asleep right here.

"We forgot about the movie."

You turn your head and see the tape has ejected itself from the player, the TV screen blank.

"Oops."

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington smut

[lovinkiri]

So I was watching Hazbin Hotel (which is streaming on prime video) and I was thinking how hilarious it would be if the LOV had a S/O who has a quirk like Nifty (which by the way, is my favorite character in Hazbin hotel😅) she is kindhearted, but there are times that she says messed up shit to freak out the heroes and the LOV love her for it🤣

A Bit Disarming

Author's Thoughts: Had to watch the show, but I love it! And i love Nifty!

Dabi

Dabi truly isn't caught off guard by a lot, he's pretty good at keeping his reactions hidden.

But you truly are something else. You always manage to surprise him by saying the most and sometimes fucked up things.

Like when you're both simply sitting at a bar and you go "That guy looks like someone I once turned inside out"

He's taken aback and looking at you, ever so confused.

"... You did what?"

"Turned someone inside out, can you order me another drink baby?"

Like what the fuck.

He loves you and all your quirkiness but damn, you're so scary sometimes.

I think he'd be pretty good at reigning you in when you get a bit too energetic.

You know, holding you back with an arm around your waist when you're confronting villains.

"Calm down, little one."

"I am calm! Just wanna bite his face off!"

Spinner

He loves you, he swears he loves you so much.

But goddamn, you're a little scary.

He hates driving with you behind the wheel because he has to trust that you won't listen to that dangerous little voice in your head.

He sits in the passenger seat, looking out the window thoughtfully.

"What if I just swerved off the road and killed us? That'd be kinda romantic, dying together, haha!"

He slowly turns to you, staring wide-eyed.

"... Pull over."

"Huh?"

"Pull over, gimme the wheel."

He'd rather deal with your pout than end up upside down off the road, crushing in a metal wreckage.

He's way worse at reigning you in though because he doesn't try at all. Too much work.

He lets you stab and slice and bite, grimacing at the sight.

"That doesn’t look good.."

"You're next, heroes! Wait your turn!"

Mr. Compress

"You should put me in a marble and make someone swallow me, then undo your quirkiness. Think it'd actually work?"

He'd look at you, mouth agape and shocked by the diabolical suggestion.

"... You have problems. I love you, but you have problems."

"So that's a no?"

"I'll think about it."

He did think about it, but not in the way you think. He didn't consider it but the image did keep him up that night.

Whenever you get too out of control, he does put you in a marble, usually when you're doing something dangerous. He doesn't want you to end up hurt, after all.

It is fun to throw your marble at enemies, releasing you in mid-air and watching as you land on them, tearing them apart.

The gore is gross, but he loves seeing you having so much fun ❤️

Then he watches you turn to the heroes with a smile.

"I'm going to eat your friend now!"

He can't help but laugh at the look of horror on their faces.

God, he loves you.

Himiko Toga

She loves how energetic and transparent you are about your craziness!

She falls in love because you're someone she can truly relate to, your energies are so similar.

You guys encourage each other and choose to become everyone's problem.

"Let's kill him!"

"I'll make him bleed lots for you honey!"

"Awe, sweetie, that's so nice! <3"

The league has their hands full with both of you.

You guys are so cute together though,like two excitable puppies.

Just more.. murderous puppies.

The heroes are terrified of you though.

"I'm gonna let lots of your blood for my sweetie!"

Toga giggles at your words.

"Isn't she the sweetest?"

Tomura Shigaraki

He surprisingly adapts to your remarks and behavior very quickly.

Does he find it strange to see you running around the bar, trying to stab the bugs while he's still drinking morning coffee..

But it's fiiiine.

"Give it a break and eat something, Y/n."

"I'm going to tear their legs off their bodies."

"Yes, of course, you are."

He doesn't have to do much to stop you from getting out of control.

With one glance, you're pouting and standing behind him, waiting for the go to hurt someone.

The heroes are intimidated by you, and that definitely amuses Shigaraki.

"Tomura, I'll just tear their limbs off like the bugs back at our base!"

"Sounds good to me."

He grins at the sight of the heroes sweating.

You make him so happy!

Twice

He finds you are adorable, no matter what you're doing.

"Awe, look at her, diving off the counter! You're going to hurt yourself, princess."

"I love the pain!"

"I love your issues!"

He pushes you to be friends with Toga because of your similar personalities.

He likes seeing your face light up while she matches your energy when he can't.

He doesn't try to reign you in either though, why would he stop you from doing what makes you happy?

He loves seeing your smile as you do the most outrageous things.

"I don't like the way that hero is looking at you! I'll just tear her eyes out!"

"Youre such a cutie when your jealous!"

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fluff #bnha twice #mr compress #bnha spinner #tomura shigaraki #dabi bnha #toga himiko

[despairots]

surprise, ethan landry

ethan landry x freeman! gn! reader

summary: in which, mindy suspects amber freeman’s sibling to be ghostface, who grows distant from the friend group.

cw: murder , gore , bloody violence , swearing , spoilers , already established relationship.

authors note: wsp y’all 😍 really long btw

“and finally, [name] freeman, the sibling of a ghostface.”

“wait what?”

“mindy, what the fuck?” you scoffed when mindy excused you, “you’re insane. why am i suspect too?” mindy smiled at you and leaned down to your level.

“don’t think i’ve noticing you distancing yourself.” she pointed out making you scoff again, “cause i can cope, mindy. sorry it’s different from yours.” you retorted with the same sass she had.

mindy gave you a sure look, making you roll your eyes, “okay, mindy, i’ll follow along. even if i was the killer, even though i’m not, what would be my motive?” you questioned, crossing your arms.

“revenge for amber.” you threw your hands in the air, “unbelievable. tara and i killed amber, and you’re fucking excusing me!” you argued before looking at tara who agreed with you.

“okay but look, [name] was with me or tara ever time the killings happened, so it can’t be them.” ethan defended making you smile at him, “thank you, ethan!” he smiled back at you.

“okay, whatever but you’re still on my suspect list.” mindy dismissed the topic making you sarcastically smile at her before she went on a rant again not before two people made eye contact, both tense jaws.

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mindy gagged at chad and tara, “will you two just make out already?” she joked making [name] laugh out loud, on the phone while texting someone.

“mindy, that was so inappropriate.” chad scoffed with a smile, tara smiling at the twins, “oh, whatever.” mindy finished putting the utilities down and walked towards the three.

[name] still on the phone, their fingers flying across the keyboards, “oh, and are you texting ethan? adorable.” mindy teased with a smirk, “hardy har har.” they smiled back at her.

“where is he?” chad asked them as they turned off his phone and slid it into his back pocket, “at econ with a 100 people.” [name] answered and leaned back onto the counter.

“sam?”

“yep?” mindy looked at sam, who walked into the already cramped up kitchen, “we do not have to stay here.” she continued. “welp, to bad. i insist. safety in numbers.” sam grabbed a drink, “aw, thanks mom.” [name] joked around.

“you’re welcome, child.” sam joked back, “this is gonna be so fun. a little slumber party with the core five!” the others looked at him weirdly, “core five?” “yeah!”

“did you just give us a nickname?”

“yeah, well i sure did. i mean, we’ve been through a lot together, and… it’s a pretty cool nickname.” chad nodded, “it’s better then last time.” [name] muttered under their breath.

“that’s debatable.”

“extremely debatable.”

“you can’t just give us a nickname, dingus.” the atmosphere really relived everyone’s tension, “oh, of course i can, dingus, because i just did. core five! up top!” chad raised his hand to mindy, who shook her head.

“no.”

“down low.”

“get that away from.”

“high five.”

“don’t ever.”

“please for the love of god.” chad turned to sam, who chuckled at him, “don’t do it.” tara grinned with [name] getting a message, “y’know, i would actually like for more respect, and support—“

[name] walked back into the living room, eyebrows furrowed whole still staring at their phone, “guys. what the hell?” anika called out, turning up the volume for the tv, with concerning news.

“we’re hearing from sources inside the homicide division that the prime suspect is non other then samantha carpenter. one of the survives of the woodsboro killings in 2022.”

the news reporter reported, sam’s breath hitching in her throat, “that is so stupid.” [name] commented with a roll of their eyes, “seen here attack a women on the screen last night.”

it showed two nights ago a video where a girl splashed her drink onto samantha, who responded by pushing her, everybody watched with a pissed offed look.

sam muted the tv off before going into the dining room, the five friends looking at eachother with concerned looks. the three went to sit with her, [name] sitting back onto the couch.

eth <3

did u see the news?

no, why?

sam’s the prime suspect, that’s so fucking stupid

btw hows econ?

good, why?

[name] was about to respond before the three at the table exclaimed in happiness causing them to look back, “i told you, [name]! you have to give me 10 bucks now!” chad called out.

[name] scoffed, “come over here!” tara waved at them who smiled and went over, “i feel like we should high five or something.” chad stuck his hand out, “the core five high five.”

“don’t call it that.”

the five interwhined hands, letting go before sam’s boyfriend called, the five teasing her as sam declined saying she’ll call back later. a text being sent to the five, a image of quinn being attacked.

“oh what the fuck.” there was screaming and thudding in quinn’s room, everybody jumping up in front of the door, a few metres away from it.

“run.”

her body was thrown at anika, the killer slowly walked out as anima screamed loudly that probably everyone outside of the building could hear, chad, tara and [name] ran outside of the room, closer to the door.

they ran downstairs before tara realized that they left them upstairs, “what? tara! chad!” [name] called out, “call the police!” chad told them as [name] pulled out their phone, dialling 911.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“anika’s dead.” mindy muttered into the arms of [name], “i’m so sorry, mindy.” ethan popped out, lifting up the safety tape and walked towards them, chad pining him to a police car.

“chad. hey, chad!” [name] pulled him away, “he was at econ, okay! he even sent a video to prove it to me!” they defended ethan, pulling out his phone to show the video to him.

“fuck, man.”

“where the fuck were you, [name]? i know you were with tara and i before but when i look back down, you’re gone!” chad pointed to them, “i was calling the police! i went to someone for help!” [name] defended themself.

“bullshit!”

“look, just because ethan wasn’t here last night, does not fucking mean you can blame him! if you wanna blame anyone, blame me!” [name] said making chad scoff, “who said i didn’t?” he sneered at them.

ethan looked at the body on the ground, “oh my god… who?” “anika.” chad answered with a hand on his hip, body tensed. the three went back to the ambulance, “mindy, i’m so sorry.”

“step the fuck back.” mindy snapped at him, “you’re at the top of my list.” she continued with a glared, “i had econ!” mindy and chad looked at eachother with doubt.

“he’s not lying.” chad whispered to her, “[name] has a video of him at econ.” mindy looked at [name] who was being questioned, “i’m gonna be right back.” tara said to the three and left.

“is that kirby?” [name] pointed out, the three looking at where they were talking about. “holy shit.” mindy’s jaw dropped at the sight of her.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“jason and greg, were little rich, bitch boys, apparently they used fake names to use this place.” the group and detective bailey followed behind gale, “how’d you find it?” kirby asked her.

“it’s called investigating journalism for a reason.” gale replied with sass, “i like her.” [name] whispered to ethan who gave them a weird look, “how didn’t you find it?” gale continued to poke at kirby.

“i like her a lot.”

“weren’t you tracking them?” the two continued to go at eachother, gale swiping a card and pulled a door open, everybody hurdling inside. “what is this place? what’s with all the security?” sam queried.

the lights turned on, “it’s a movie theatre.” tara pointed out, “it’s not just a movie theatre… it’s a shrine.” gale added onto tara’s sentence, “it’s giving richie and amber’s motive.” [name] commented.

it revealed to have every victim’s and killers clothing’s and ghostface costume, everybody scattered around the room. [name] walking up to amber’s ghostface costume.

“you’ve all been through so much.”

“okay, how’d the get all this stuff? isn’t this evidence?” tara inputted making [name] frown, “yeah, i would like to know too.” they looked back to tara.

“well, cops like money, and evidence gets a lot money.”

“um, why am i here exactly? my alibi checks out.” ethan broke into the conversation, “so i can keep an eye on you, roomie.” chad answered, mindy doing the i have my eye on you gesture.

“the killer must have found this place before he murdered jason and greg, and then he took the mask off the mannequins.” gale stated, “all nine from stu, billy to amber and richie.” she continued.

sam went up to her fathers costume, “so, somebody killed these chuckle fucks and took over?” chad put the situation into a small sentence, “someone who believes that sam masterminded woodsboro.” gale added.

“if this was a normal stab movie, this would be killers layer.”

“yeah, well, who gives a fuck about the movies now?” [name] crossed their arms, “which means this isn’t a normal stab movie.” kirby said, the two ignoring [name]’s comment about the movies.

tara quickly walked away, sam following behind with everyone else just chilling now.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“i gotta go.” [name] lifted up their phone, “my mom needs me in the hospital, said it’s a emergency.” they continued, almost leaving until mindy grabbed their arm.

“stay safe, okay?” [name] nodded, “who do you think i am? the helpless victim? come on now, i wanna be in the sequel.” they joked, giving them a smile before leaving the vehicle.

“do you think your friend over there is the killer?” kirby asked, eyes on the laptop.

“no.”

“yes.” mindy and chad said at the same time, ethan disagreed, the four looking at eachother, “wow. now, that’s was you call fake friends.” kirby whispered under her breath.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“you know, you’re like the tenth guy to try this right? and spoiler alert, it never works out for the dipshit in the mask.” gale threatened, her boyfriend disappearing.

“oh but they certainly leave a mark of who to go, don’t they? richie and amber managed to butcher dewey, craved him up like a christmas goose. how does it feel to lose the only man who ever loved you?”

ghostfave taunted causing tears to prick gale’s eyes, “fuck you!” she sweared with anger. “how does it feel to know that you weren’t there for him at the end.” ghostface chuckled a little.

“not there to give him comfort as he died screaming in his blood.” gale sniffled, “you’re one who’s gonna die screaming!” she responded to him.

“maybe. but you won’t be around to see it. you couldn’t stop what happened to dewey. just like how you’re not gonna be able to stop this.” a loud sound was made behind her.

her boyfriend brutally stabbed, the killer appeared through the small hole, cleaning the knife off the blood and stabbed over before the killer ran, hopping over the couch.

he grabbed gale’s arm almost stabbing her as she grabbed a pan, smacking it over his face as she ran to the balcony, dropping things to slow him down.

she went back inside, hiding in her room and grabbing her gun to defend herself, she shot at the door, the pounding stopping. “how’s that for nostalgia, fucker?” she commented.

another call went through, scaring her as she picked it up, “you missed.” ghostface stated. “sure, i did.” gale replied, gun still pointed at the door.

“you win. i’m in the elevator, heading to the ground floor.” gale didn’t believe him, “sure you are.” ghostface scoffed at her before gale shot her gun again.

“maybe you did hit me, maybe i’m wounded or maybe i’m wearing a bullet proof vest.” ghostface teased, “that’s why i’m gonna shot you in the fucking head.” she opened the door, no one at it.

her breath grew heavier as she rounded the corners, “you would’ve made a good killer, gale. sidney know what’ve made sense, dewey was the fan favourite but you…”

“cracking under the pressure, turning into ghostface would’ve been a great twist.” gale rolled her eyes, “keep talking asshole.” ghostface laughed.

“sure. what do you wanna talk about? you never got to be the leading lady, did you? it was always about poor, sweet sidney sucking up all the oxygen. where does that leave you to be?”

“the brains and sex appeal.” gale answered, “sorry about your boyfriend, all those muscles didn’t help much.” gale eyed her dead boyfriend, “they sure didn’t.” the killer laughed again.

“can you hold please?”

“what?” gale called back, hearing it ring from behind her, pulling the trigger. ghostface opening the door, pointing the gun away and stabbing her in shoulder.

she tried to reveal him before she was pushed into the pillar again, and stabbed in the thigh. she pushed him away, and crawled to the gun, ghostface trying to stab her over and over again.

he was thrown onto the glass table, gale grabbing the knife, swing the knife down, she was stabbed in the side by the left over glass, forcing her to let go.

she grabbed his arms, stopping the knife from stabbing her through the head, “fuck you!” she glared up at him.

“hey, ghostface!” sam called out, shooting gale’s gun, missing as he ran away.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“what the fuck happened?” [name] pushed the glass doors, eying everyone there, “where the fuck were you?” tara snapped at them, “i was at the fucking hospital, with my mom!” they answered.

“i’m so scared you guys, i don’t want to get hurt again.” mindy breathed out, tears pricking her eyes, “neither do i.” chad agreed, “i don’t want you getting hurt either.” chad leaned against her.

“no… no.” he sniffled, [name] ran a hand through their hair, “okay, what happened?” they asked calmly as everyone turned their hands towards them. “gale attacked while we tried getting the killer to come out.” sam explained.

“so, what do we do now?”

“maybe he gets to win this time.” sam shrugged, not wanting to deal what’s happening now, “he wants to punish me. me. so maybe we let him.” the four looked at her like she was insane.

“i’ll just give myself up. if this is what i have to do to keep you safe, it’s worth it.” sam cried, “no, we’re not doing this, sam. alright, you went back to woodsboro to protect me.” tara declined the idea.

“every single day you made the decision to protect me. none of us would’ve been be alive if kt weren’t for you.” the three nodded at that, “you have to let us protect you this time.” tara said.

sam shook her head, “no.” “yes. we’re a team remember?” mindy stood up, “actually, we’re a family.” [name] smiled, “yeah, mom.” they used the nickname for sam again, causing sam to smile.

“let’s go! core five! come on.” he stuck his hand out, “core what?” danny asked, “it’s a us thing.” chad pointed to lastest victims.

“he’s gonna keep coming for us.”

“isn’t there somewhere safe to hold up in?” ethan butted in, “he’s just gonna keep finding us.” tara pointed out, “great.” ethan breathed out. “we could use that though.” they raised an eyebrow at tara.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“is this even a good plan?”

“you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” tara rolled her eyes at ethan, “she’s got a point, eth.” ethan glared at [name] who was infront of him, “so we’re just gonna split off so the killer could pick us off one by one? no thank you.”

ethan stated, “we just have to get to the theatre.” sam stopped the argument, pushing through the crowds of people in costumes, some in ghostface costumes.

mindy and ethan got separated from the others, getting held back from the group of people. “fuck! fuck.” the train doors closed as it took off, leaving the two alone.

ethan grabbed her shoulder, scaring her, “get your ghostface ass away from me, ghostface.” mindy insulted, confusing ethan.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“look, it’s fine, it’s okay, she’s with ethan.” chad put his phone away, the train lights flickering. “oh, shit.” chad breathed out, seeing multiple people in ghostface costumes. “that’s terrifying.” [name] shivered.

“how many stops do we have?” sam looked, biting her lips when she realized, “ten.” the tension was extremely thick, the lights flickering multiple times.

someone in a ghostface costume appeared in front of sam, before disappearing when another person entered the train, sam looked for the person again.

the ghostface sam saw slowly approached them, “guys.” the others looked over, danny moved infront of sam, the ghostface exiting the train. the tension grew softer.

[name] felt a vibration from their pocket, taking it out, having a text from ethan.

eth <3

mindy got attacked from a guy in a ghostface costume

seriously?

“um, guys. mindy got attacked... by someone in a ghostface costume.” [name] broke the silence, chad snapping his head towards their phone, “what? are you sure?” [name] nodded, showing them the text message.

“shit.”

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

sam, tara, danny, chad, and [name] saw kirby, “hey! i talked to bailey. i’ve got everything set up.” she said following them, “where are mindy and ethan?” kirby looked behind them.

“they’re 5 minutes behind us.” tara answered for sam, kirby nodded. “let’s get you all inside.” kirby led them inside. “not you..” sam looked at danny, who was beyond confused

“what?”

“don’t trust anyone, remember?” sam looked at danny with a solemn look, “we don’t know you. not really.” she continued, “i can watch over him. i have a gun.” [name] reassured her, sam gently smiling at them.

“you know me.”

“you’re not woodsboro.” danny let it go, “i’m sorry.” she apologized, danny understanding and reassuring her that it was okay, giving her a peck on the cheek.

kirby, sam, tara, and chad went inside, leaving danny and [name] outside.

·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

“fuck, it felt good to kill him! this was your grandmother’s sam, nancy loomis. really runs in your fucking family, doesn’t it?” [name] appeared with tears streaming down their eyes.

“[name]! oh my god!” tara hugged them as [name] eye contact with sam and smirked, pulling something out of their back pocket.

“surprised, tara.” they said into the voice box, giving the carpenter sisters another wave of horror, “w — what?” [name] went into a fits of giggles before heaving a sigh.

they pulled a knife out of their pocket, “what’s the matter sam, you look you’ve seen a ghost?” [name] quoted billy, speaking into the voice box again. “and speaking of family, ethan’s names not actually landry.” [name] announced.

“right, dad?” ethan looked at detective bailey, who laughed and brushed his hair, “wait, if it’s you three, that leaves… mindy?” the other ghostface shook their head, pulling off the mask, revealing quinn.

“hey, roomies.” tara gasped, “didn’t see that one coming didn’t you?” quinn grinned, pulling off her gloves, “yeah, because you died!” tara replied, tears streaming.

“she kinda didn’t.” [name] walked over to them with a mocking pout, “though it was a good way to get off the suspect list. stab mindy on the train. that sorta fun.” quinn ranted.

“wait, then who attacked gale?” sam asked before looking at [name], who raised their hand, “i did. after what she did to amber, i thought it would be a little fun to toy with her like she did to my sister.” they smirked.

“oh, and i killed anika… when you guys got attacked in the apartment, locking eth out. i left from downstairs, i quickly went to the other entrance to your room to ambush you guys, killing anika on the latter.”

[name] explained, having tara glare at them, ethan giggling.

“yep, and i made sure to be there at the scene so i could switch the body out with the fresh one.” detective bailey wrapped an arm around his kids, “a little fake blood, prosthetic, something a grieving father could get away with.” the three surrounded them.

ethan wrapped an arm around [name], who smiled up at him, “and this is stu macher’s mask, he was my favourite.” ethan placed mrs. loomis’s masked on her mannequin.

“that’s three, that’s two, which leads… your fathers.” bailey pulled out billy’s mask, “this is what we’ve been counting down to sam.” he stated, “i’m gonna need you to put it on.” sam slapped the mask away.

“fuck you!”

“woah!” ethan slashed her forearm, laughing and taunting them, “you stay the fuck away from!” tara cursed him, [name] pointing their gun at her making her back away.

“remember who has the upper hand, tara.” tara glared at them, holding a brick.

“oh come on.”

“what is this? you think this is a family?” [name] shrugged, “for amber and their family, sure. why the fuck not.” ethan kissed the crown of their head.

“yeah, bitch you should know better then anyone.” quinn entered, “they’re still not getting.” ethan smiled, “look, i don’t know what you believe but i didn’t commit those murders in woodsboro. it wasn’t me.” sam looked back at bailey.

“oh, we know that! what do you think this is? some bullshit conspiracy theory? come on, who do you think started the rumours about you in the first place.” quinn raised her hand, a smug look on her face.

“you wanna know how easy it was to turn sam from the hero or woodsboro into the villain? how easy it is to convince the world to believe the worse in people rather then the best.” quinn pointed the knife at her.

“because it is not enough to kill somebody these days. you have to assassinate their characters first. so when dad discovers your horrible mutilated body.” [name] mockingly attacks them.

“pose to sam wearing her father’s mask. they’ll say some bastard on the internet that you’re the real ghostface and took matters into your own dilated hands.” ethan explained, sam scoffed.

“exactly why it’s a perfect alibi and all the best lies were based on the truth. you’re a killer, just like your father.” bailey pointed making sam defended herself.

“no, i’m not!”

“yes you are, you motherfucker, you killed our brother!” quinn yelled at her making sam widened her eyes, “what are you talking about?” sam breathed out.

“you said your brother died kn a car accident.” quinn pointed her knife to tara. “no, no, no. so you see something, he died in woodsboro… in the hands of your bitch sister.” ethan glared.

“and [name], here, shared the same interest in killing you both.” sam turned around to look at bailey, “you’re richie’s family.” he nodded.

“and [name]… were you apart of the killings last year?” [name] smiled with a evil glint, “who do you think killed dewey and attacked tara in the hospital?” they tilted their head, “you bastard!” tara yelled at them causing [name] to tilt their knife at her.

“you’re the real fucking bastard here! you think killing my sister and their brother, you’ll fucking get away with it!” they yelled back at her. ethan stabbed sam in the shoulder.

“look who’s finally starting to get it!” they went to attack the carpenter sisters, quinn held the knife up to sam’s throat, “there she is… there she is when she killed our fucking brother.”

the others conversed, [name] gliding their fingers down a photo of them and amber when they were younger.

“for they were just a little dark but richie really loved them, loved them. he made a few of his own. did you know? there’s a very special bond between a father and his first son.”

bailey looked back at them, “this is why i helped him build this place.” sam looked around, “this was all his?” bailey nodded his head, “yes, he’s a very passionate collector.” he commented.

the others yelled at eachother, “your son… he was so pathetic.” “that’s not true.” sam mentally smirked, “yeah, your son. he was a man baby, who had his girlfriend and [name] do all the killing.” [name] glared up at her.

“he was a strong feral young man.”

“he was a limp, dick fuck who cried before i slit his throat.” a gunshot went off, sam holding her side, “fuck you.” [name] muttered, tara went to throw the brick before ethan stabbed her.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

“i’m just finishing act 3, tara.”

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Lavender No Outbreak AU - Ch. 5

The Miller family grows. The final part of the Lavender No Outbreak AU, continued from Ch. 1-4 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :), Some slurs (anti-LGBTQIA+ - they are immediately rebuked). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 4.3k

Tuesday, September 14, 2021 

“Hey Doc?” Jess slid up beside you at the nurses station where you were reviewing charts. “That one kid from Boston is here for the trial? She’s that special case?” 

“Oh right,” you said. “God, thank you for reminding me. Swear I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached this week, I’m just all over the map.” 

You’d been scrambling for weeks to get everything in place for the first clinical trial the hospital was facilitating since the COVID-19 pandemic. You hadn’t fully realized just how much the pandemic had taken out of you before that, just how much had changed. 

It was like you’d been in total crisis mode for a year, all the time. It had damn near fried your brain. You basically lived at the hospital. When you were home, you slept in the garage, where Joel had set up a cot and TV and a loveseat, too afraid of getting him or Evie sick to go in the house. You smiled at your husband and daughter through glass, wanting more than anything to just touch them. The second everyone was vaccinated, Joel held you for hours, clinging to you like a man at sea clings to a life raft. 

It was so hard, now, to do anything normal. Your mind kept scattering, trying to find the crisis that needed solving first before it could do anything like planning or building things out. Arranging the trial had been an uphill slog. 

“What’s this kid’s name again?” You asked. 

“Ellie,” she replied. “She’s a character, I think you’ll like her.” 

Jess knocked once on the door to the hospital room and opened it. Inside was a small girl, maybe 12, playing a video game on the TV. Something where she was shooting zombies. You smiled a little. She paused it. 

“Hi Ellie,” Jess smiled. “I wanted to introduce you to Dr. Miller, she’s going to be running your trial and the lead doctor on your case.” 

“Hi Ellie,” you smiled. She looked you up and down. 

“Hi,” she said. “So you’re the one who’s going to go poking around with my blood and junk?” 

“Yup,” you popped the p. “We’re going to run some tests, steal as much blood of yours as we can to feed the vampires in the basement, and then hopefully get you so that you’re not coming in and dealing with people like me quite so much. Sound good?” 

She considered you seriously. 

“You really think you can make a difference?” She asked. “Because going to the hospital all the time is kind of bullshit.” 

You laughed a little. 

“Yeah, that must get old real quick,” you said. “And it’s probably not fun having to give up your blood and stuff all the time, huh?” 

“Yeah, that part really sucks,” she slumped back in her pillows.

You frowned, getting the sense that she wanted to say something else. 

“Want to tell me all the stuff that sucks about it?” You asked, coming and sitting on the edge of her bed. “I might be able to help.” 

“Can you help find me parents who will deal with taking me to the hospital all the time if this doesn’t work?” She asked. “Because I’m pretty sure having a broken kid is a deal breaker when the people who want to adopt someone start shopping around.” 

Your heart broke a little in that moment. Her face was hard, her small chin jutting out defiantly, but she was hurting. You knew she was.

“Well if they wouldn’t take care of you when you’re not feeling well, they’re not the kinds of parents you’d want anyway,” you said. 

“How would you know?” She muttered. 

“I don’t have parents either,” you shrugged. She looked at you, skeptical. “And not just because I’m old. I never had parents, my dad left before I was born and my mom left two months after she had me. It sucks, I get it. 

“But trust me, there are a lot of parents I see in here who are good and a lot who aren’t. And the not good ones? It’s better to have no parents than them,” you said. “So really, you just have built in protection. Immunity from the extra crappy parents.” 

She laughed once. 

“Maybe I should keep the screwed up blood then,” she said. 

“Nah, think we’ll fix that,” you said. “Make sure you’re all set and ready to take it easy once you’re a grown up. Just give all the potential parents a really tough questionnaire. See if you can trip them up. You seem smart, I think you can weed them out with enough practice. OK?” 

“OK,” she half smiled at you. 

The rest of the day went by and your mind kept drifting back to Ellie. You grabbed Jess on her way down to the cafeteria. 

“Hey,” you said quickly. “Ellie, where is she staying while she’s here for the trial?” 

“One of the group homes,” she said. “It’s not ideal but it’s the only arrangement we could come up with and the trial would be really good for her…” 

You nodded slowly and thanked her before ducking outside and calling Joel. 

“Hey Baby,” he answered. You were almost surprised. His contracting business had picked up quite a bit in recent years and he spent most of his days running from job site to job site to manage progress. He couldn’t always answer the phone on the job.

“I know you’re busy so I’ll make it quick,” you said. “How would you feel about becoming foster parents?” 

Tuesday, October 5, 2021 

You got your third daughter for your 43rd birthday. 

Jess had helped speed you and Joel through the process to get approved to take her home, Sarah almost strangely OK with you dismantling her old room to make it something Ellie would like, excited about getting her new sister.

You’d given Ellie your tablet one day during lunch, letting her go on Amazon and pick out bedding and decorations for her room. You’d had to transfer care for her to another doctor - though she still got to stick with the trial - but it was worth it. 

She and Joel became such fast friends it almost made your head spin. You introduced the two one day when he came by to meet you for lunch. Ellie was playing her zombie game and he asked if he could join in. 

“Don’t want you dragging my stats down,” she said. 

“Think I can keep up,” he replied. She looked skeptical but handed him the second controller, anyway. Joel, you were happy to say, did surprisingly well. He even tallied more kills than Ellie did. 

“No way,” she said. “We’re trading controllers, mine doesn’t work right.” 

“Tellin’ ya,” he said. “Nothin’ to do with the controller and everything to do with how you handle the scenario…” 

He traded controllers anyway. He bested her a second time, shrugging with a slight smile. 

“You dick!” She laughed. He laughed back. 

When you left the room he put his hands in his back pockets and sighed. 

“Can’t let her go to a group home,” he said. “Just throw her in the car and bring ‘er home, fuck the rules.” 

You kissed him, not sure you’d ever loved him more. 

“Oh cool, you didn’t say you had a pool!” She ran to the sliding glass door, pressing her nose against it before looking back at you. “Can you teach me to swim?” 

“Sure,” you smiled. “Might be a little cold to now but…” 

“Think I can handle it,” she replied. 

You showed her around the house, introduced her to Evie, left her to settle into her room and sat next to Joel on the couch. 

“Happy birthday, Baby,” he kissed your temple. “Been a good one?” 

“Oh cool!” Ellie stuck her head into the hall. “There’s a freaking telescope in here?” 

She ran back into her room. 

You smiled.

“Pretty damn good.” 

***

Tuesday, August 29, 2023 

Joel wasn’t exactly thrilled to get a call from Ellie’s school when they’d barely been back a week. 

“Mr. Miller,” the woman on the phone said. “I’m afraid we couldn’t reach your wife but Ellie has been fighting at school…” 

“On my way,” he replied, yelling instructions to Tommy as he jogged to his truck. 

He wasn’t quite sure what to do here. Sarah and Evie had hardly been scrappy girls. Sure, they had some behavioral issues here and there - Evie got into the bad habit of sneaking out of the house her senior year of high school, something that worried both you and Joel to no end. 

But neither of them had ever thrown a punch. 

At least, as far as he knew. 

Ellie, strangely, was more like him than either of his biological daughters. He saw it when she played her video games, the way she got worked up and invested in them. He saw it when she noticed some kind of injustice and stomped off to try to handle it herself, resorting almost immediately to physical solutions instead of trying to talk it out. Joel understood her better than you did. 

But even though Ellie was on the scrappy side, he doubted she’d have started hitting someone unless she had a damn good reason. He just needed to figure out what it was. 

You pulled into the parking lot behind him, parking alongside his truck. 

“Hey Baby,” he pulled you in for a quick kiss. “They said they couldn’t reach you.” 

“Yeah, I was closing when they called,” you replied. “I got the message only a few minutes later and just got changed and ran over… There has to be a reason, right? I mean, Ellie is Ellie but she wouldn’t hit someone without a damn good reason.” 

He smiled a little at you. 

“Told you lately that I fuckin’ love you?” He asked. “Because I fuckin’ love you.” 

You led the way into the building, beelining for the administration offices. Joel recognized the look in your eyes. It was the look you got when something had pissed you off and you were going to fix it, come hell or high water. 

It was a look that had made you advance at the hospital, knowing exactly when to use your tenacity to go after something you thought needed to change, knowing exactly how to go about it to make it happen. Whether it was making nice with the right people or going scorched earth, you always seemed to find the right way to navigate it. 

Joel almost felt sorry for the staff as you walked into the office. He knew your scorched earth look when he saw it. 

“Hi,” you said. “We’re the Millers, Ellie Williams’ parents. We were told she was here?” 

“Of course,” the woman led the two of you back to a counselor’s office. 

Ellie was sitting in the corner, arms crossed, her eye black. She looked pissed, like she was on the verge of tears.

“Oh Baby Girl,” Joel went and dropped to his knee in front of her, taking his face in his hand. “Who hit you?” 

“Stupid girl,” she muttered. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Miller,” the counselor smiled tightly. “I’m afraid we have a problem here.” 

“Yes,” you said, not taking the woman’s outstretched hand. “I’m afraid we do. Is there a reason my daughter clearly hasn’t been to the nurse’s office? She doesn’t have an ice pack for her eye, who knows what other injuries she might have…” 

“Well, the girl Ellie hit is in the nurse’s office now,” the woman responded, defensive. “We can send Ellie down after…” 

“No need,” you replied. “She’ll be coming home with us until we can establish whether or not your school can provide competent care for our child.” 

“Well, your child hit another student,” she said. “In front of several teachers. She threw the first punch. The first several, actually…” 

“She started it!” Ellie yelled. You gave her a look and she sat back in her chair, muttering. “Well, she did….” 

“Did you talk to this other girl?” You asked the counselor, eyebrows raised. “Or did you just blame my child because she’s newer to the district and in foster care?” 

“I can assure you, Ellie’s status had nothing to do…” 

“Ellie,” you turned to her. “Why did you hit the other girl?” 

She looked at you for a second before looking to Joel, her eyes pleading. 

“Come on, Baby Girl,” he said. “You have to tell us what happened or we can’t help you.” 

“It… it involves bad words,” she glanced at the counselor. 

“You can say them,” Joel said, looking at the counselor too, all but daring her to try to tell him otherwise. 

Ellie sighed. 

“She called my friend Riley a dyke,” she looked to the floor. “Said she was going to burn in hell…” 

“And that’s when you hit her?” You asked, voice calm. 

“No,” Ellie looked up. “Then she said that she wanted to kill all the dykes to send them to hell faster. Then I hit her.” 

Joel felt his blood get hot. Didn’t matter that it was toward another teenager, Joel wanted someone to hurt. He glanced to you, your jaw squared, and you looked back toward the counselor. 

“So you just let children in your school use genocidal language toward other students?” You asked. 

“Mrs. Miller…” 

“It’s Dr. Miller, actually,” you cut her off. “Since you apparently didn’t bother to look in Ellie’s file and see what her foster mother does for a living, I’ll fill you in. I’m the chief of pediatric surgery for the largest hospital system in Austin which means I know every single social worker in the county. I’ve treated the children of some of the most powerful people in the state because they seek me out. I am more than willing to call in every single favor that I have - which I promise is a lot - and leverage every single cent I own to personally destroy you and everyone in this district who allows such behavior to run unchecked. I will orchestrate a PR nightmare so thorough you won’t recover for years. You will have to beg Ronald McDonald for a job slinging fries by the time I’m done with you, do you understand me?” 

The woman glanced at Joel who just shrugged. He wasn’t about to help her. She was lucky she was dealing with you, you were just threatening her livelihood. He was tempted to threaten her life.  

“If you want to keep your job,” you said. “You’re going to investigate this incident as thoroughly as possible. You are going to remove that other girl from this school before she hurts anyone else. You are going to institute new training procedures so your faculty and staff know how to handle incidents with LGBTQ students because, apparently, that needs some improvement around here. Think you can handle that?” 

“I’ll discuss it with the principal,” her eyes were a little wide. Joel smirked. 

“Good,” you replied. “I’ll be in touch to follow up. In the mean time, I’m going to take Ellie home as an excused absence to make sure she receives appropriate medical attention for injuries she received while under your care. I’ll also be reaching out to my attorney to make sure any and all liability in this case is appropriately considered.” 

You stood up and Ellie stood up with you. You put your arm around her. 

“Come on,” you said. “We’re going home.” 

Ellie pressed herself against your side and gave you a quick hug before she climbed in Joel’s car. 

“For the record,” Joel said. “Not sure I’ve ever wanted to fuck you more than when you were chewing out that counselor.” 

“Good to know I can still turn you on,” you teased before you sighed. “So, Ellie’s friend…” 

“Always kinda figured,” he shrugged. “She’ll tell us when she’s ready.” 

“Yeah,” you said. “See you at home?” 

He kissed you. 

“Hopefully more than see you.” 

That night at dinner, Ellie only picked at her food, moving it around on her plate. 

“We’re not mad at you, Baby Girl,” Joel said, looking at her. “You know that, right?” 

She sighed. 

“I know.” 

“Want to talk about anything?” You asked. 

“You called me your daughter,” she said. 

Joel looked at you for a moment. 

“Well yeah,” Joel shrugged. “That’s how we think of you. We can use another word if you’d rather but…” 

“OK but if I’m your daughter why haven’t you tried to adopt me?” She asked, looking between you. “I mean, if you just don’t want to…” 

“Oh Baby Girl,” Joel leaned in closer to her. “Do you want us to adopt you? Because we just didn’t want to do anything that you weren’t askin’ for. We’d love nothing more than to adopt you.” 

“Really?” She asked. 

“Of course!” You smiled. “What, you think we let just any ol’ gremlin come in here? Just the special ones.” 

She smiled a little at that. 

“Cool.” 

You started the paperwork in the morning. 

Saturday, October 7, 2023 

Joel had been looking for a good reason to take all his girls camping and your birthday seemed to be a good a reason as any. 

Sarah came with Brandon and Carson, who was now five. Evie was happy for an excuse to get away from college after a bad breakup with her girlfriend. Ellie was just excited to get to spend more time with her sisters. Even Tommy came with his wife, Maria. Just when they’d started to expect him to never settle down, he met the perfect woman. Unlike Joel, he wasted no time in locking her down, a fact he loved to rub in. 

And Joel? He was just happy to have all his favorite people under one roof. 

He’d rented a cabin big enough that you and him would have some space - since he fully intended on making you cum until you couldn’t see straight - and grabbed steak and hot dogs and enough junk food to feed a small army. 

Sarah still lit her marshmallows on fire for Smores but Joel caught her stealing some of Brandon’s less burned ones when they were all around the campfire one night. He took Carson and Ellie down to the lake and taught them both how to fish while you and Sarah stayed back at the cabin to chat, the two of you still the best of friends decades after he’d first hired you to be her nanny. He made the mistake of letting you pick the hike one day and he paid the price when Evie - who’d always been clumsy - twisted her ankle. Joel had to carry her back to camp, you cursing yourself for not packing more first aid supplies in your hiking bag. Ellie set up her telescope in a clearing and spent hours looking at the stars, far enough from the city lights that she was in awe of them. 

“Good birthday?” Joel asked as you climbed into bed beside him the last night there. 

“Perfect birthday,” you kissed him. 

His hands drifted to your breast and you smiled against his mouth. 

“Some things never change, do they?” You teased. 

“You stop wantin’ it and I’ll stop doin’ it,” he replied, sliding a hand over your body to your leg, hitching it over his hip. 

“You know me so well.” 

He undressed you slowly, taking his time touching you everywhere he knew you loved his fingers to linger. When you tugged his pants down, you took his length in your hand, working him up and down for a moment, before you took him in your mouth, so hot and wet he had to stop himself from moaning too loud. You sucked him slowly, working your way down his thick shaft until you were nearly choking on him before going back up again, moving harder and faster each time, your tongue pressing against the thick vein that ran on the underside of him. 

“Fuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Tryin’ to make me cum before I’m even inside you?” 

You choked out something that sounded like a ‘no’ from around his cock and he groaned. 

“You get just another minute of that,” he said, straining to keep his composure. “Want to cum inside your pussy, not your mouth.” 

Just when he felt like he couldn’t take anymore, he grabbed your hair and pulled you off him, panting for breath. You wiped your mouth. 

“Here I thought you liked that,” you whispered. 

“More than liked it,” he muttered, grabbing your hips and yanking you toward him with a quiet yelp followed by a giggle. “Gonna have to do something to make sure you keep bein’ that good to me…” 

He dipped his fingers into you, making you groan. He smiled. 

“This wet just from suckin’ me off?” He breathed. You moaned in response. “Fucking hell, you really are the perfect woman…” 

He added another finger and leaned down, taking your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking you while his fingers opened you until you came so hard it felt like you might snap off his fingers.

Joel slipped his fingers from you and ran them over his cock, using your wetness to make him slick enough to enter you. He notched his head against you and settled between your legs, pressing into you in one firm, demanding stroke. 

“Fuck,” you panted, your back arching. “So full…” 

“Love you full of me,” he said, grinding himself against you before pulling back and pushing into you again. 

Your arms went around his neck as he picked up the pace, pressing his cock all the way into you with each stroke. You pushed yourself up off the bed and he smiled, kissing you as he helped you to straddle his lap while he was still inside you. He held you close while you rose and fell over him, thrusting up to meet you with every firm stroke. Your breasts bounced with the force of it, your head tilted back in pleasure as he sucked and licked his way up and down your throat. 

“Joel,” you breathed. “Want to cum with you. So close…” 

“Fuck Baby,” he groaned as you moved harder, faster, angling your hips so his stomach pressed into your clit while his head caught on the spot inside you that made you moan. He liked to think of that spot as his place in you, where he’d been made to reach and satisfy. Never did he feel as complete as when he was inside you, making you cum around him. 

“Joel,” you gasped as you started to cum again, clinging to him with your whole body. He thrust into you once more before filling you. 

“Love you so much,” he kissed you, your body pressed tight against his own. “Fuck, I love you.” 

When things went back to the normal routine after the camping trip, Joel printed off a picture that Sarah had taken on her phone during the hike. It was just before Evie had twisted her ankle and everyone was smiling, the frame filled with the faces of everyone Joel had ever loved. 

He wrote on the back of the picture, as though he’d ever forget who any of you were to him: “My girls + Carson, Me, Tommy, Maria and Brandon - October, 2023.” 

You worked until after seven that night. Joel made dinner - nothing like what you could do but you kissed him like you thought it was a gourmet meal all the same - and Ellie was out with her friend Riley. 

“Anything you in the mood for this evening?” He asked, pouring you another glass of wine. 

“Nothing in particular,” you smiled. “Oh, we could watch When Harry Met Sally! Such fantastic fall vibes…” 

“I think I can handle that,” he smiled a little. 

“I mean, it is your favorite movie,” you smiled back. “I’ll clean up if you want to get it queued up?” 

He found the movie on the Apple TV and was about to set it to play when he glanced at the record player in the corner. You’d painted little purple flowers along one side of it. They’d faded and chipped a bit since but he still loved those little flowers, a physical representation of you. He lit the candle on the coffee table - lavender scented, one of your favorites. He pulled out Slowhand and set it to play Wonderful Tonight just as he heard the water cut off in the kitchen. You laughed, leaning in the doorway to the living room. 

“Clapton, hm?” You asked, eyebrows raised. 

“Well, when the song stops bein’ true, I’ll stop playin’ it,” he held his hand out to you. You smiled hugely and took it, tucking yourself against him. He held you close, swaying in time to the music, the smell of lavender on the air. 

You stretched up to kiss him as the song ended and Joel turned the record player off before settling in beside you on the couch, glass of wine in hand. 

“I think our little ‘how we met video’ for this movie would be fun,” you said during the opening credits. “Me, a college girl with a crush…” 

“Me, an old man who was practically head over heels for you from first sight,” he said. 

You laughed. 

“Think we’ve made a pretty good go of it though,” you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

He smiled and kissed your forehead, surrounded by your warmth, the signs of the children you’d raised with him, and the smell of lavender. 

“Wouldn’t change a damn thing.” 

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this overly long exercise in "What would happen if?" I like to think this version of Doc and Joel are living in Austin right now, happy with their girls.

Thanks for being here, thanks for sticking with it, thanks for being a part of this. Love you all!

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[jobean12-blog]

Always a Hero

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,921

Summary: You have a shit day at work but Eddie is your boyfriend...and he’s the best boyfriend ever! 

Author’s Note: Just needed some soft Eddie! I hope the phone call conversations make enough sense to follow lol- had a bit of fun with that part! 😆Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @wannabehamlet thank you lovely🥰

Warnings: fun and sweet fluff, small angst about a bad day at work, sweet friends, Eddie being amazing. 

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @pedropcl thank you sweets🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

You try to hold in your sniffles as the phone rings, your fingers twirling anxiously around the cord as you wait.

“What’s up? Munson residence,” Eddie answers.

You sniffle before you start talking.

“Baby?” Eddie asks and you can hear the frown in his voice.

“Hi Eddie,” you hiccup, trying your hardest to control your emotions.

“Hey baby,” he says softly. “Are you ok?”

More sniffles.

“Yea. I’m ok. It’s just…I’m having a really bad day. This customer was a total asshole and he was so mean and I tried my best but he was just so shitty and now I feel like a total butthead for crying and I think I messed everything up and…”

“Woah, woah, slow down sweetheart,” he starts. “Some guy was mean to you?”

His worried tone quickly shifts to anger and you pause.

“Well…he kinda was yea, but…”

“I’m gonna kick his fucking ass!” Eddie shouts. “Is he still there? Who was it? Gimme his name!”

“Eddie…”

“I swear, I’m gonna let him…”

“Eddie…” you say again.

He stops with a loud exhale.

“Yea angel?”

He starts muttering again, a string of curses and choice ways of handling the guy buzzing through the phone.

“Eddie!” you chide, sighing when he stops rambling with a huff.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he whispers and you can just imagine how big and sweet his eyes must look. “But no one makes my girl cry!”

“It’s ok. I would let you kick his ass if it wouldn’t get me fired and you in big trouble,” you admit. “But I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Aw angel, want me to come pick you up? Steve won’t care.”

“I still have two hours left on my shift and I wanna try and stick it out. I can’t let every asshole completely ruin my day.”

“That’s my girl!” he cheers. “Call me if you need me again or if you want a ride, ok?”

“I will Eddie, thank you.”

“Love you angel.”

“Love you.”

“God that guy was such a dick!” Robin scoffs when you walk out of the back room. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yea, I’ll live,” you say with a shrug. “I feel better after talking to Eddie.”

Robin smiles.

“He threatened to kick the guys ass,” you giggle.

“If he doesn’t I will!” Robin adds.

Steve saunters over.

“Who’s kicking whose ass?” he asks.

“Eddie wants to beat up that asshole that came in here,” Robin explains.

“Tell him to get in line,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest and puffing it out.

You look at your friends and smile.

“You guys are the best,” you tell them before walking off to restock the candy display.

About five minutes later the phone rings. Steve answers.

“Family Video, this is Steve speaking, how can I help you?”

Pause.

“Hey Munson.”

Pause.

“Uh huh. I know…she’s ok now.”

Pause.

“No, I’m not telling you his name!”

Pause.

“No information!”

Pause.

“Don’t you dare come down here Munson!”

Pause.

“I get it but if the district manager decides to stop by and you’re in here kicking ass, we’ll all be out of a job!”

Pause with a sigh.

“Don’t worry…I know. I will.”

Pause.

“Ok, I will. Bye.”

A group of teenagers come in to look for movies to rent for the weekend. You offer your assistance and quickly get caught up in helping them find every horror movie every made.

Ten minutes pass. The phone rings again. Robin answers.

“Thank you for calling Family Video, this is Robin speaking, how can I help you?”

Pause.

“Hey Eddie…yup.”

Pause.

“She’s busy helping some helpless teenagers.”

Pause.

“Don’t worry. We will.”

Pause.

“I know…ok bye Eddie.”

“Was that Munson again,” Steve asks as he slides up to the counter when Robin hangs up.

She nods with a soft smile on her face.

“He was checking on her,” Robin says.

“He just did that like ten minutes ago,” Steve counters, his mouth hanging open mockingly.

“Shut up you dingus,” Robin says.

Twenty minutes go by. The teenagers have left and now you’re restacking VHS tapes in the back.

The phone rings.

“Family Video, this is Steve speaking, how can I help you?”

Pause.

“Eddie, she’s fine.”

Pause while Steve’s pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, I promise.”

Pause.

“No, I wouldn’t lie to you Munson.”

Pause.

“She’s off at four.”

Pause.

“I will. Yes. I know. Ok. I will! Bye.”

Steve shakes his head and mumbles something inaudible under his breath before he slams the phone down and turns around.

Robin is standing directly behind him, barely an inch of space between them.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Steve yells, stumbling back and knocking over the candy stand on the counter.

“It was Eddie again, wasn’t it?” Robin muses with conviction.

Steve lips curl up and his eyebrows draw in.

“He just keeps calling to check on her,” Steve says as if exhausted.

“He’s in love,” Robin whispers wistfully.

Steve rolls his eyes and blows a raspberry so hard it lifts the front of his hair.

“I bet he calls again in another half hour,” Robin says excitedly. “And don’t be jealous Harrington!”

Steve lets out a breath and rubs his temples.

Thirty minutes later the phone rings again.

“I’ll get it,” you shout to Robin and Steve who are at the front setting up the display.

“NO!” they both shout at once and you stop dead in your tracks.

“Okaaayyyyy,” you say with wide eyes. “What the hell guys?”

Steve rushes for the phone with a smile.

“I got it. Don’t worry,” he assures you.

Robin gives you a weak smile and quickly goes back to working the display.

You eye them both suspiciously before you shrug and get back to restocking tapes.

“Family Video, this is Steve speaki…”

Pause.

“Still restocking Munson.”

Pause.

“She’s still ok.”

Pause.

“That’s very sweet. I’m sure that will make her very happy.”

Pause.

“I won’t say a word.”

Pause.

“It’s not a problem. I’ll get her there by 4:30pm.”

Pause.

“Ok, got it…and don’t call again!”

Pause.

“Yea… I know. Bye.”

“I knew it!” Robin whisper shouts when Steve returns to the display. “What did he say? You look suspect.”

“What?” Steve scoffs, quickly lowering his voice. “What does that mean?”

He throws his hands up and waits.

“You know a secret, don’t you?” Robin prods.

“Maybe. And it’s gonna stay that way!” Steve answers.

“Tell me you dingus,” Robin says.

“No way,” Steve counters.

“Harrington. Tell me now.”

“Nope.”

“I will wear you down and you know it,” Robin warns.

When you’re done with organizing the comedy section you notice Robin and Steve whisper fighting by the front window.

“What’s going on you two?”

Steve and Robin whip their heads around and look at you wide eyed.

“Nothing,” Robin quickly answers. “Why do you ask? Nothing at all?”

You raise a questioning brow and pin them with a look.

Steve waves it all away with his hand, standing and throwing his arm over your shoulders.

“She’s just still having trouble figuring out how to win over Vickie!” Steve explains, ushering you toward the back as he shoots Robin a warning glare.

“Oh, well I can help!” you say, starting to circle back to Robin.

“No. You can’t” Steve answers, steering you away. “Your shift is over and I’m going to take you home. It’s been a shit day.”

You deflate with his words and give him a defeated nod.

“Can you take me to Eddie’s?” you ask with small pout.

“Yea of course,” Steve says. “I figured that’s where you wanted to go anyway.”

When Steve pulls up at Eddie’s trailer you grab your bag and give him a quick hug.

“Thanks again Steve!”

You shut the car door and rush up the steps to Eddie’s door, nearly falling inside when he opens it as you go to knock.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says, immediately wrapping you up in his arms.

You sag against his chest and drop your bag to the floor unceremoniously. He keeps a tight hold of you until you gently lift your face to look into his eyes.

“Hi,” you whisper.

He smiles softly and kisses you.

You slide your arms up his chest and around his neck, only pulling away to take a breath and rest your head along his shoulder.

“Eddie…” you start, as you look around and take in the messier than usual appearance of the living space.

Draws are hanging open; various items are strewn about; chairs are missing from the small table in the kitchen and all the pillows and blankets are missing from the couch.

“What happened in here?” you ask with a confused look.

“Ummmm, wellllll,” he sings. “Why don’t ya come see!”

He grabs your hand and tugs you toward his room.

There’s a faint glow coming from under his door and soft music is playing.

“What’s going o…?”

The rest of the words die on your parted lips when he opens the door and you let out a gasp.

His bed is covered with every pillow in the house and several blankets and the red sheet that usually covers his window is strung up in the center from the ceiling and propped up by chairs on either side, creating a canopy of sorts. Just over the bed are a string of white Christmas lights that bathe the whole room in soft glow. His acoustic guitar is resting up against the bed and his bat stuffed animal is sitting front and center in the makeshift fort.

“I also made some soup…if you’re hungry,” he says quietly. “And I got the whole Lord of the Rings Trilogy and The Hobbit in there in case you want me to read. I went out and got Doritos and Famous Amos cookies too.”

You drop your head into your hands and cry.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie mutters, taking you in his arms again. “Angel face. I’m sorry I didn’t mean…”

“Eddie it’s perfect,” you sniffle. “You’re perfect. I can’t believe you did all this. These are happy tears I promise.”

He cradles your face between his hands and swipes his thumb across your cheek, his rings pressing into your skin as his eyes wander over your features.

“Are you sure?” he asks, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’m so sure. This is THE BEST!”

You sniffle and bury your face in his chest, squeezing him before you let go and crawl into the fort. You grab his bat and curl up on the pillows.

“Are you coming?” you ask with a smile.

He holds up one long finger and rushes back to the kitchen. When he walks back into the room his hands are full as he precariously balances two Yoo Hoos, a box of Honey Comb cereal and a pot of hot soup, the spoon spinning around the rim.

“Ready!” he says happily.

Once you’re both settled inside and he’s fed you some soup he suggests some reading. You lay with your head on his chest and his free arm wrapped securely around you. The steady beat of his heart fills your ears as you listen to him read.

You mindlessly twirl a finger around one of his curls, shifting so you can look up at him.

“I love you Eddie Munson,” you whisper.

He places the book down and takes your hand in his, brushes his lips across your knuckles before he kisses your palm and says, “I love you more angel.”

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