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rassvetsky · 1 year

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Loverboy

jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader

"Jakey, just have fun for me," your whine brought out a lovesick smile on his lips. "You can't call me every fifteen minutes and actually expect to enjoy your night out."

[1.1k] | incredibly lovesick jake seresin alert, idk what this is im not even sober, am i ever not drunk, anyway alcohol consumption, javy's bromance w/ jake, just fluff actually he's so cute i'm forever gonna stick up for the loverboy jake agenda

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

With his back against the outer wall of the bar, Jake couldn't contain the smile on his lips while tapping away on his phone to find your name.

He had no idea how and when it happened exactly, this excruciating amount of pull that you had on him— which had him twirling his imaginary long hair and kicking his feet often after any moment spent with you or as a very natural response to a very casual text you sent, when nobody was around to see.

He was happy to be living up to the nickname you gave him long ago, when that too-good-to-be-true exterior cracked and cracked until he finally revealed his true nature; a loverboy.

Your line dialed for the fifth time as he held his phone up to his ear, the music still pretty much hearable even through the wall. Javy was inside waiting for him, and honestly was quite surprised that Jake would down the rest of his second drink and walk out right away because "I gotta tell my girl about this, she's gonna laugh so hard" but it was the new normal for a long while now, wasn't it?

You finally picked up, a bit later than usual since you said that you'd just be at home— catching up with work and stuff which Jake didn't really listen to the details of, and you couldn't exactly blame him for that. "Hello?"

"Hey, babe." his giddy tone could be felt through the line. "Jus' wanted to check up on you. What are you doing?"

"Ah," you chuckled. "Still working, honey. Same as you left me."

All you could hear was a hum of understanding before he released a deep sigh, leaning further on the wall. "Wish you were here with me, honestly. Javy's such a fucking idiot— can't wait to tell you all 'bout it."

"Jakey, just have fun for me," your whine brought out a lovesick smile on his lips. "You can't call me every fifteen minutes and actually expect to enjoy your night out."

"But I enjoy things a lot more when you're doing it with me."

"Machado's gonna hate me if you keep this shit up, y'know that?" he recognized your teasing tone immediately, huffing out a snicker. "He's still hurt that you wouldn't spend 'Bromance Day' with him."

"Well, his 'Bromance Day' just so happened to be February fourteenth, he should've managed his expectations. I was free on the thirteenth. Not the fifteenth because my girlfriend is an insatiable little—"

"Hey, shut it," you laughed, and he knew you well enough to know that you were shaking your head now, even if he couldn't see. "You should stop grumbling about one of the few people that actually endures your annoying ass, work on your time management and get back to the bar, alright?"

"Right," he took a deep breath again, not even aware that he was holding it— perhaps he was afraid of missing even the tiniest details of your voice, unhappy with the lack of justice the static of the line did to it. "I'm gonna wreck that dart board for you, baby."

When Jake came back home that night, a little bit later than he said he would, but in his defense, you did tell him to have fun. Probably reeking of alcohol and sweat, he figured in his tipsy state that you must be asleep by now, and made sure to be extra quiet while shuffling out of his jacket and setting his keys down by the shoe rack. He tiptoed his way over to the bathroom then, and ran himself a cold shower— mostly to get rid of the scent, and to perhaps go to bed with a clearer head but he was sloppy nonetheless, and a shower without singing wasn't really a good shower.

He still sang some of his favorite songs very quietly though.

But when he walked into your shared room with a warm robe around his body, he didn't expect you to… not be there. It was late. You sure would've left what you were doing to run to his side the second he came back if you were awake, right?

Looking around the room in confusion as if you'd magically appear from behind the curtain and scare him shitless, he took a sharp breath and walked towards the small study you had— a comfortable, quiet space to work on stuff or to just think, and his prediction proved itself to be right because you were right there, arms crossed on top of the desk with your head resting on them, eyes closed, computer still open with whatever you were busy with doing on the screen.

God, he was smiling like an idiot.

"My busy bee…" he whispered to himself, before carefully approaching your desk— making sure to save all your work before putting the computer on sleep mode just in case. With one arm leaning against the desk, he then looked down at your sleeping figure, looking so content despite the awkward position— and he couldn't help the quiet chuckle that left his lips. "Should I wake you or potentially startle you while trying to carry you to bed?"

You didn't even stir.

"You're gonna be the death of me one day." he complained, but tried out a couple of different arm positions that he could potentially use to carry you— with no luck. That's when you finally let out a yawn though, mumbling out his name before slowly pushing yourself off the desk. "I'm sorry— I couldn't figure out how to pick you up. It's easier when you're on the couch—" but then you just wrapped your arms around his neck, getting in a better position for him to pick you up.

Too sleepy to do anything else. Jake felt his heart doing Olympic backflips.

With a secure grip by your waist and the back of your knees, he carefully picked you up from where you were seated, smiling to himself when he felt your lips by his neck, and then a tired murmur. "M'sorry. Wanted to stay awake for you but— work's boring."

He chuckled at that, a soft noise that brought a smile to your lips when your back finally met the cold mattress. "You should've just gone to bed, sweetheart. Your back will kill you if you keep that up."

"It's fine," you replied, only then opening your eyes to see him sitting by the edge of the bed, his warm palm covering your knee with a compassionate smile on his lips. "Bed's cold. You gotta warm me up or else I might actually die—"

"God, such a baby," his tease was followed by a chuckle as he slightly pushed you over to get to his side, quickly wrapping the both of you with a blanket before undoing the belt of his robe, just so the knot wouldn't bother you when he pulled you closer to his chest. "Go right back to sleep, honey. I got you."

And you were content on doing exactly what he told you to do, except, he didn't do the same— but instead, decided to take a good look at your serene expression and sigh to himself, nothing but whispers leaving his lips as he admired you. "I love you so bad, it's not even funny anymore."

a/n: guess which songs jake were singing in the shower. my playlist is very dry lately and im going to steal your guesses shamelessly and then remember you fondly 3 years later when i stumble upon that song again and then we're gonna fall in love and—

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick hangman #top gun hangman #hangman x reader #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you

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l4ysinterlude · 3 months

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man, fuck it. i gotta make a smut about him cuz he was on my mind so bad.

lucifer morningstar x black! fem! reader

synopsis: you were always in the castle; and lucifer was always out working, and you missed him bad, so he decided to make it up to you.

kinks n tingz: backshots, spit play, clit play, squirting, aftercare, not proofread (probably will later on)

nsfw immediately after the cut.

“fuck—“ you moaned, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout your shared bedroom.

your ass was moving with each movement of his thrusts; with your back arched, your face buried into the pillows to muffle your moans.

“you feel so good, baby,” your husband, lucifer, said as he kept up his long strokes, going so deep into your womb; it’s practically in your stomach.

immediately after he said that, he sped up, now towering over you and placing both of his hands on each side by your waist. he slipped his hand around your throat, lifting your head up to look at your pretty face; all fucked out and dumb on his cock.

“just like that,” you whispered, staring up at him as you let out a silent moan. “open up your mouth for me, pretty.” he said as you happily obliged, him spitting into your mouth and let it trail down your throat and the corner of your chin, you swallowing it.

“what do you say?” he said with a loud grunt from his teeth.

“thank you—thank you.“ you said, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

you were on the verge of cumming, as he kept rutting his dick into your dripping cunt. “shit, ‘m gonna cum baby,” you moaned out with a loud groan.

“go ahead baby, let that shit out for me. cmon,” he grunted into your ear as he kept going his brutal pace, his hand traveling down to your clit, assisting you to help with your orgasm.

“fuck—!” you gasped, groaning as you nutted onto the bed. lucifer followed right after, pulling out and cumming onto your back with deep moans and groans of his own.

your body shook ever so slightly, as you fell limp. lucifer was breathing heavily, but made sure that you were cared for. he let your throat go, kissing your temple lovingly before getting up, calling out to a maid in the castle to run a bath for the both of you.

you laid your head on your husband’s chest, your breathing was erratic but slowly calming down.

“you alright? ‘m sorry I haven’t been spending time with you, since I was so focus with my duties. you forgive me?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your back, letting his warm body be pressed onto yours.

“yeah; it’s fine babe,” you kissed his cheek.

“I love you,” he said, looking into your eyes.

“I love you too.” you said, kissing his lips as you both ended the night in each other’s arms.

alr bru, im done !! im definitely gonna make more of him; so send some asks about him in my inbox. love y’all ! reblog n comments divider by @reveriesources !!

#fanficton #x reader #x black reader #x black plus size reader #x black fem reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin spoilers #hazbin #hazbin hotel lucifer

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ratguy-nico · 17 days

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Gente, el perro se desaparece por meses and than came back with two drawings? The audacity.

This is no rendered but in my defense...I'm tired, I've been trying to work on this for too long (Im not been dramatic, its been 2 months)

So, just flat colors, but it looks pretty enough, right? I mean Gene dandolo todo certainly helps XD

This is again a stolen idea, cause creativity its notmy thing apperently XD.

Let's use the word inspire. This is inspired, for the one, the only, the greatest @goldendoodlerlockerlove they draw Gene on his wedding day wearing a beutiful dress with a jungle theme wedding, which wtf, amazing, so good. I may reblog it later. (by the way it is from Feb 16 so yeah, imagine how late I am)

So... cause I don't want to steal I inspire mine Genie in Kimmy's weadding dress.

Who is Kimmy you migh ask? Kimmy Schmidt from one of my favs shows "Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt" from Netflix. Recommendation, watch it, its hilarious.

I actually loved drawing this, and even though the coloring was hard, I love the yellow in Gene, she looks like Belle, or like we know her in this side on the continent: Bella, and yes she is.

By the way in my head Linda actually made this dress, she didn't sewed a thing, she just glue all to the base dress they bought in a thrift store. And yeah those are actual candy, and there's not one left at the end of the reception.

I realized while drawing this that I really love drawing Gene, been able to draw a beautiful, big, brown skin queen, is not a chance many shows give us. And I thanks Bob's Burger everyday for it.

Also, I know for you gringos (USA people) white is like the norm for wedding dresses (no shade no tea is just not my cup of tea) but ... I was gonna explained but I decided to left it for another post so wait for an alternative version and a little story.

Hope you like it, love you golden. GENE. ON A WEDDING DRESS.

#bob's burgers #my art #bobs burgers #gene belcher #she just belong here #in my heart #and my tumblr #wedding dress #GENE ON A WEDDING DRESS #thats the dream #I think I said everything I wanted on the post so #not much to tag #only wanted to ask you #who you think is the groom or bride?

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saursoob · 9 months

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can you do a bf!yeonjun apologizing after an argument? please make it super fluffy!

❤︎ |i love you much more| ❤︎

yess ofc anon!! idk if this good enough but pls enjoy 💗

warnings: y/n is a overthinker, yeonjun refers to y/n as “pretty girl”

@saursoob reblogs r okay! please don’t repost

you and your bf yeonjun haven’t been hanging out much as of recently now that he’s been traveling for tour. you’ve been very supportive of his job but its been lonely. when you first started dating it was bearable but the more you got used to him in your life that started to change.

but you can imagine how ecstatic you were when you found out he was he finally coming home. you decided to get ready, putting on some light makeup even though it was late. you and yeonjun had been together for a over a year now but you still wanted to look your nice for him as its been a while since you’ve last seen him. as you were getting ready you received a text from your bf, yeonjun: “y/n im not going over today im super tired. ily” you pouted at his text feeling upset that he wasn’t coming but more confused if anything “he always comes over and “ily?” why didn’t he say the whole word?” ultimately you decide to push your thoughts away and respond back. y/n: “its alright. rest well!”

the next morning you text him to hopefully make up for the previous day of him not going to see you. y/n: “junnie come over today! i miss youu”

yeonjun: “i have a busy schedule today but ill try.” your heart sank at his cold laced tone. why is he being so weird? if hes mad at me he should just tell me. you sigh and put down your phone, scrolling on netflix to watch something to make you feel better

more under cut!!

hours later you hear a knock on your door, you secretly hoped it was your boyfriend even though you’re slightly mad at him. “hey” he says while you open the door, it was him. he goes in for a hug, barely even touching you when he does but you didn’t say anything.

“why are you here?” you asked him. silence filled the room as he went to lay down on your couch, taking out his phone and mindlessly scrolling on it. you looked at him in disbelief, aggravated on why he was acting like this. “yeonjun, are you mad at me or something?” you tried to keep your voice composed but failed to, your words coming out shaky.

“why would i be mad at you?” yeonjun says, not fully paying attention to you still looking at his phone.

“i dont know? yesterday you didn’t come over to see me which you never do, didn’t even bother to call but instead texting me and not even saying i love you properly?! and now you are here but you don’t even hug me properly either?? yeonjun, you were gone for so long leaving me here to miss you but you don’t even seem like you’ve missed me! ” you got so angry that unknowingly you started tearing up.

yeonjun immediately focused all his attention to you, standing up to face you. cupping your face with his hands and wiping a tear with his thumb, “darling, please don’t cry. im sorry i didn’t even realize that i didn’t hug you properly.” he says in a soft spoken voice while going in to hug you tightly.

“yesterday i was so jet lagged that i just went home ready to knock out for the night. i know this is no excuse for it but work has been so tough lately, tour’s, dance practice, schedule, interview appearances. its just a lot but please y/n i’ve missed you so much.”

he says while softly lifting your jaw for you to look at him “i’ve missed you more than anything, so please don’t think that i didn’t.”

you answer looking away from him, “yeonjun, could’ve have slept here.”

“i know and im sorry babe i wont do it again i promise.” he says leaving a peak on your nose

“lets make up for it right now, yeah?” yeonjun leads you to your bedroom, laying down first and patting on his chest signaling for you to lay down on him, you do as he signaled, getting comfortable on his chest.

“you know this isn’t gonna make up for it choi yeonjun” to which he chuckles at, “mmm i know, what if i make you breakfast in bed in the morning lovely?” you cant help but light up at his comment “you’re staying the night?! you don’t have any schedules in the morning tomorrow?”

“nope” he smiles looking down at you “you did say i have to make it up to you, right?”

after a while of being in the comfort of his chest and hearing his heartbeat yeonjun suddenly sighs deeply, playing with your hair. “you have no idea how much i love you y/n.” making you smile in a sleepy haze

“ i love you much more, yeonjun.”

!! reblogs are vv appreciated !!

ENDD!! im actually so nervous to post this since im not that confident in my writing but if you enjoyed thank you so much 😣 <33

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ezelium · 2 months

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tracks from ardour ; Nakahara Chuuya

CONTENT : music hcs for chuuya + drabble !! ★

WARNINGS : GN!Reader ,, mentions of alcohol ,, might be ooc (i dont pay much attention to chuuya sorry) NOT PROOFREAD

GENRE : HCs / Drabble ¹ - general / fluff

WC : 341

A/N : quick little thing while i work on a fic lol, HAPPY VALENTINES! ♥

HCs ⟡

→ first of all im not gonna argue with anyone here but CHUUYA WOULD DEF LISTEN TO ROCK OR METAL VKEI BANDS. you're NOT convincing me otherwise. occasionally listens to j-pop!

→ specifically CLUBSICK from sick² and anagura from kizu. (more kizu appreciation PLEASE). i can totally see him blasting something random at 4 am in his office, like I KILL YOU by codomo dragon or RAVEN by mejibray.

→ he wouldn't admit he enjoys that so quick, but hes the type of fella to blast it SO LOUD through his headphones, it can be heard outside perfectly fine. gets slightly embarrassed and awkward when someone points it out.,..,...

→ favourite band? doesn't really have one. puts his playlist in a shuffle and puts reccommendations on, listens to whatever.

→ if you said you liked vkei aswell, he's going to go infodump about it in a randon conversation. congratulations, you will now listen to him ramble about random stuff and the drama going on between the bands without prior warning.

→ definitely tried playing an instrument before but then just.. gave up, no matter his skill. he forgets about it often, so he thought the best option was to just give it away or something.

→ he isn't a genre hater. doesn't mind listenig to reccommendations, but his dislikes and likes are as clear as glass.

→ his ears aint making it to his mid-late 30s.

DRABBLE ⟡

You were over at Chuuya's luxurious apartment, just the one that you'd expect an executive to have. Even though you've been here several times, the apartment never failed to make you smile in awe. Your hand was tilting the wine bottle at a perfect angle and your eyes were assasing the amount if liquid in the wine glass. So dramatic for what, but you were too focused on it now.

Meanwhile, Chuuya had found a dusty vinyl from who knows how long ago, a long with a few discs that looked just as ancient as the vinyl - It was behind a random bookshelf and surprisingly nobody had noticed it until now. Now he was in the living room playing with the vinyl's settings and gear. "[Name]," he called out. your head snapped towards the sound, just when you finished pouring the wine. Seems like you just focused too much on pouring it a right amount. A second later you were next to his side, and put the wine on a nearby coffee table.

"Do ya think this still works? I found some old discs along with it to my luck."

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I don't know, aren't your guesses almost always correct?" He cackled. You rolled your eyes. Chuuya looked genuinely happy after finding those, almost like a pirate who has encountered a treasure. He did resemble a pirate to you, for sure, but that's out of topic... Finally putting the disc on the vinyl, his movements slowed down. The track didn't seem familiar to you— But Chuuya froze the few seconds he heard it again. "Oh," the executive muttered, "I remember listening to this when I was like what, 16..?" Seems the bus of nostalgia hit him pretty quickly. Laughing, you sat next to him and ruffled his hair much to his displeasure. He shot you a glance, but he wasn't mad and you could make that out.

And that's how the night went, listening to old discs Chuuya had. Needless to say, you both enjoyed that.

©ezelium 2024 ⭑ I do not consent to my work being translated, reposted, or used.

REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! (I'll read you a bedtime story if you reblog)

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yourlocalghoulette · 2 months

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Chapter 2~ Take On Me

Series Masterlist~ Main Masterlist~Meet the horses~

Warnings- eventual smut so MDNI! pretty much just fluff, reader has trauma, language, slow burn, flirting, relationship building

w/c: 3k

A/N~ part 2 is hereee! im literally so excited to be writing this story. part 3 is already in the works! please reblog, it always helps! Lmk if you want to be on the taglist:))

It was only when you got Joel’s number and scheduled your first work day that it started feeling real. Doing this, being around horses again, the thing that hurt you more than anything.

Well, it wasn’t the horses that hurt you. It was the way you were forced to push your limits with them. The way you were yelled at if you didn’t do something right. The way your stomach sank every time you were forced to use an unneeded pair of spurs on a horse.

Sleep doesn’t come easy Thursday night, the night before the long-awaited first day. You toss and turn in your bed, palms clammy and forehead sweaty. You kick off the matcha-colored bedspread you were wrapped in and sit up in bed, trying to take deep breaths to clear your head. You glance at your phone. 2:00 AM. If you know Sōl well enough, she’s probably at a party. She definitely won’t answer until morning.

So you text the one person who also might not be awake but still understands. Joel.

You click on the chat that only a few formal messages have been exchanged in and wonder if you’re being too impulsive. What is he going to think about you texting him at two in the morning? Your mind clouded with sleepiness and delusion, you text him anyway.

You- sorry for texting so late. having second thoughts about tmrw.

To your surprise, the ‘read’ icon pops up as soon as you send it.

Joel- i understand how you feel. are you wanting to cancel tomorrow? i was looking forward to it.

Did you want to cancel? Your brain is in a frenzy. He’s looking forward to it, you think over and over.

You- idk. i think still want to come tomorrow but I’m gonna take it slow:)

Joel- that makes sense and it’s totally good with me. can’t blame ya for feeling reluctant. you can pace things as slow as you want, ok cowgirl?

The nickname jumped off of your screen at you and butterflies take off inside your stomach.

You- ok cowboy;) thanks. excited to see u and the horses tmr!

Joel- likewise. now get some sleep, cowgirl.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you turn off your phone. The conversation was short but sweet and oddly comforting.

You silently pad over to the kitchen and quickly make a cup of chamomile tea with lots of honey. While you drink it, you shamelessly open the stable’s website and scroll to the picture of Joel and Sarah. You look closely at Joel’s left hand, resting over Sarah’s shoulder.

No ring.

Ok, he wasn’t married, but that didn’t mean much. He could still be dating, you tell yourself. Even with that possibility, you catch yourself smiling softly at the photo, staring into Joel’s dark brown eyes. Soft and comforting, like the tea you’re drinking. You sigh and walk slowly back to bed, rubbing your eyes which at this point are bloodshot from tiredness.

With Joel’s messages imprinted in your head, you quickly fall asleep.

“Un-fucking-believable. I gave you one. Job. ONE job! To win the goddamn gold medal. And what did you do? You knocked over FOUR jumps. You are a dissapointment to this team. To the profession of jumping.”

“Please- I-I’m sorry, the horse was acting weird! Probably because you made me whip him when he doesn’t need it!”

“Don’t use those goddamn tears on me. Maybe I should show you how a whip feels.”

You wake up three hours later in a cold sweat, your face streaked with tears. You breathe heavily, your hands shaking with each breath. You run your hands over your face.

“It’s just a memory,” you whisper over and over to yourself. You try to breathe in through your nose and out your mouth, calming yourself down.

Sometimes you wish you don’t have to wake up in an empty bed, no one by your side to comfort you. It stings when you think about the last time someone was in your bed.

You shake the memories away for right now. Taking one last deep breath to attempt to ground you, you climb out of bed. You skip breakfast, not sure if you would be able to keep any food down with the amount of nerves flitting in your stomach.

You brush your teeth and throw on some mascara quickly, your hands still shaky and making it difficult. You put on a black tank top and faded boot cut jeans, along with a loose red flannel because it can get cold in the early Texas mornings.

It’s 6:00 on the dot when you slide on your steel-toed work boots, tucking them under your jeans. You grab your keys and a granola bar just in case and head out the door.

As you struggle to start your old pickup truck, second thoughts and anxieties start to fill your mind once again. You struggle to push them out of your head, filling it instead with the thought that you get to see Joel again. Nevertheless, your hands shake around the wheel as you drive the short drive to Sarah’s Stables.

When you pull into the driveway, Joel is sitting outside the barn on the concrete bench, shaking his leg with a nervous expression on his face. You step out of your truck and stride over to Joel as he stands up, trying to put on a confident smile even though the last thing you feel is confident.

“Morning,” Joel grins, shaking your hand firmly. His hand lingers on yours a little longer than it should before he pulls away.

“G’morning, cowboy,” you tip an invisible hat, and he returns the gesture. He leads you into the barn, gesturing you to follow with his hand.

“Did’ya get any sleep last night?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice, making your heart melt.

You shrug. “Kind of. And I’m really sorry for texting you so late- or, early? I didn’t really have anyone else to text.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joel waves it off. “I liked it, having someone to talk to even for a bit. I’m always up past 2 doing paperwork and ordering feed and all that shit.”

“Good to know,” you grin, trying to hide the flustered expression on your face. You enter the barn, immediately walking up to the small Shetland pony’s stall. “Hey, buddy,” you coo, gently tracing the long stripe down his face. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

Joel chuckles, leaning next to you on the stall door. “That’s Orion. Rescued him along with the percheron, Amadeus, from an animal hoarder.”

“So you’ve had a rough time with humans, huh, bud?” You nod understandingly. “I get it.”

“Very. I get it too,” Joel says softly. “So. Let’s get to work, huh? I’m gonna show you the different feed mixes for each horse. Not sayin’ you’ll have to feed ‘em every time you’re working here. We’ll feed the horses then I’ll introduce you. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. It feels weird, being at a barn after so long of avoiding horses, y’know?” you sigh softly. “Is it too soon to say I have a good feeling about you and this barn? Like…I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels different.”

Joel nods knowingly, toying absentmindedly with Orion’s forelock. “Not at all. I get it,” he says understandingly. His eyes soften as he watches you interact with Orion, a slight faraway look on your face. “You doin’ okay, cowgirl?”

You nod, straightening up. “Yeah. Sorry. Just…zoned out.”

“No need to apologize,” Joel smiles softly. A tall cinnamon colored Tennessee Walker down the aisle kicks his stall door in impatience. “Let’s do this.”

In less than 20 minutes, the horses are fed and happily nickering into their feed buckets. Joel had written down the feed mixes for each individual horses with care and posted it on the wall so you didn’t have to memorize them right away. You can tell how much Joel Miller cares for his horses.

“We can turn the horses out now.” Joel tosses you two halters, a purple nylon one and a teal rope one. “Think you can handle two horses at once?”

“Totally.” You sling the halters over your shoulder.

“The rope halter is for Whiskey, the Tennessee Walker and the nylon is for Dottie, the Appaloosa mare. Stalls 5 and 6.”

In no time, you worked together to get all six horses out to the pasture. It’s picturesque, a large green field with a tall white fence surrounding the perimeter. It feels like a daydream watching the horses frolic aorund with eachother, enjoying their taste of freedom after being caged in a stall for the night.

You and Joel sit on the lower bar of the fence, arms resting along the top piece with your head on top. Observing the horses’ behaviors carefully, you can see with the way the chestnut Quarter Horse gelding pins his ears and threatens any horse that gets close to his pile of hay that he’s top dog. The dominant horse, the leader. A comfortable silence falls between you and Joel, as you both let out a collective sigh of relief as the stress of morning feeding washes off.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Joel sighs, breaking off the silence.

“Gorgeous,” you agree, glancing over at Joel. His soft brown eyes are full of adoration for his horses.

He gestures towards the chestnut Quarter Horse. “That right there is Magnum. Total powerhouse. Used to be a ‘coon hunting horse.”

You giggle, staring over at Magnum’s solid build and shiny coat. “People still hunt for raccoons?”

Joel shrugs incredulously. “I guess. His owner gave him to me because he wasn’t getting enough attention. He was ridden twice a week and left to rot by himself in a field the rest of the time. He’s obviously dom, as you’ve probably noticed.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “I noticed. I can tell he has a strong personality, too.” You grin, looking over at Joel.

“Sure does,” Joel smiles back proudly. Your shared gaze lasts a little too long before you turn your head away, looking back at the horses and trying to hide the flustered expression on your face.

Joel introduces you to the rest of the horses; Amadeus, the percheron, Dottie, the petite Appaloosa mare, and Arizona, the gorgeous flaxen-colored mustang/Arabian cross.

“Say, have you eaten anything for breakfast yet?” Joel asks, holding out his hand to help you up from your perches on the fence.

You’re sure this man is going to be the death of you. You shake your head sheepishly, gently grabbing his hand as you stand up. His grip is soft and warm, hands calloused from years of hard work. “Not really,” you say as you let go of his hand. “I was too nervous.”

“What, am I that scary to ya’, cowgirl?” He grins cheekily, nudging your shoulder playfully as you both walk back into the barn.

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes as you nudge him back. “No, not scared. Terrified.” You stick your tongue out at him.

“Ha, ha, darlin’. Why don’t we go get some breakfast? Gotta fuel up before cleanin’ the stalls.”

You shrug. “Sure. Where were you thinking?”

“Home Grounds is a good coffee shop, good bakery stuff too,” Joel offers.

“No fucking way,” your eyes widen in surprise. “I work there! How have I never seen you there?”

“You must not be on the clock when I go. I’m sure I’d remember a face like yours,” Joel says softly, then catches himself, clearing his throat. “Sorry, that was-”

“It’s fine,” you wave it off. “Let’s go. We can take your truck. Mine’s a little…messy right now.”

Joel chuckles. “Sure as hell can’t be as bad as mine.”

Soon, you’re driving with Joel to the coffee shop, Take On Me by A-ha playing quietly through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You smile widely, opening the window and resting your arm outside.

“Me too,” Joel turns up the stereo. “You sing at all, cowgirl?”

You shake your head quickly, eyes wide in mock horror. “Not at all. Do you, cowboy?”

“A bit. I play a smidge of guitar, too,” he smirks.

“Oh, really? I’m gonna have to hear some of these Joel Miller guitar skills sometime,” you grin.

Joel shakes his head, a smile growing on his face as he pulls into the coffee shop driveway. “Believe me, I hype up my skills wayyy too much.” He turns off the truck and quickly runs around to your side of the truck to open your door. Butterflies take off in your stomach as he does this.

Hiding your flustered look, you deadpan him, eyes rolling. “Dude,” you grin, climbing out and he shuts the door behind you.

“What?” He opens the coffee shop door for you too. “Momma always taught me to be a gentleman.”

“And my mom always taught me to never trust men,” you grin cheekily.

“I can change that,” he side eyes you.

Trying to ignore his words, you wave at a coworker. “Hey, Jess!” You call to her, walking up to the counter.

“Hey, girlie. Who’s that?” She asks slyly, eyeing Joel. “New boyfriend?”

“Uh, no,” you say quickly before Joel can hear. “I’m working for him. He owns a horse barn.”

“You’re back to horses?” Jess inquires, cocking a brow.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, okay?” You spin around to face Joel. “What are you getting?”

“Just a black coffee and blueberry muffin, but don’t worry, cowgirl. I gotchu.” He starts taking out his wallet but you playfully swat his arm.

“Don’t. Please. I get employee discount anyway.”

Joel sighs in defeat, holding up his hands in mock offense. “Fine. But I’m paying next time.”

Next time, next time, next time….

After you order, the black coffee for him and a cold brew for you, you go to put your card in the reader to notice Joel’s card is already there. “Joel!” You mutter, giving him a disapproving look.

“Hey, I’m tryna be nice, okay?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. Thanks, really.”

The atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension as you both sat at a small table by the window, the warm sunlight filtering in. Joel's eyes seemed to hold a certain depth, a familiarity that stirred something within you.

"So, tell me about yourself, cowgirl," Joel said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

You took a sip of your cold brew, gathering your thoughts. "There’s not a whole lot to tell. Well, there is, but not a lot I want to go into right now. I fell in love with horses after riding a pony at a fair, and it kind of exploded from there. I started off riding Western and doing gymkhanas, then switched over to hunter/jumpers. That was obviously a huge change. I exelled really quickly in that, but as you probably know, being the best doesn’t mean you’re treated the best. A lot of shit happened at those barns, and I quit when when I was 18. People called me selfish and self-absorbed for quitting, which is what i believed for awhile. But my mental health imrpoved a lot after quitting and I came to accept the fact that it was a good thing.”

Joel nodded, his expression understanding. "I get that. Sometimes life throws us curveballs, and we need to take a step back to reassess things."

"Yeah, exactly," you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. "But now I'm back, and I'm hoping things will be different this time."

"I'm sure they will be," Joel said with a reassuring smile. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, cowgirl."

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks at his compliment, quickly taking another sip of your cold brew to hide your reaction. "Thanks, Joel. I appreciate that."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, covering everything from your favorite books to your shared love of old John Wayne western movies. With each passing moment, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to Joel, his easygoing nature and genuine kindness pulling you in.

Before you knew it, your cups were empty, and it was time to head back to the barn. As you walked side by side with Joel, the familiar feeling of nervous excitement bubbled up inside you once again.

As soon as you walk back into the barn, he turns on a 70s playlist and tosses you a mucking fork. “Ready to muck some stalls, cowgirl?”

The music fills the barn with a nostalgic vibe as you take the mucking fork from Joel with a grin. "Born ready," you reply, matching his playful tone.

Together, you fall into a rhythm of cleaning the stalls, the repetitive motion oddly soothing as you work side by side. Joel hums along to the music, occasionally breaking out into a soft whistle that echoes through the barn.

As you work, you can't help but steal glances at Joel, admiring the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt with each movement. There's something comforting about his presence, a sense of safety and warmth that you haven't felt in a long time.

Before you know it, the stalls are clean, and the horses are happily munching on fresh hay. You wipe the sweat from your brow, feeling a sense of satisfaction at a job well done.

"Thanks for your help, cowgirl," Joel says, giving you a grateful smile as he leans against the stall door.

"No problem," you reply, returning his smile. "It was actually kind of fun."

Joel chuckles, pushing himself off the door. "Glad to hear it. You've got a talent for this, you know?"

You feel a swell of pride at his words, a sense of validation that you haven't felt in a long time. "Thanks, Joel. That means a lot coming from you."

He gives you a nod of appreciation before glancing at his watch. "Well, I hate to cut this short, but I've got some paperwork to take care of. Think you can handle things on your own for a bit?"

You nod confidently, eager to prove yourself. "Of course. I'll hold down the fort."

"Great," Joel says, giving you a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a bit. And hey, if you need anything, just give me a shout."

With that, he disappears into the office, leaving you alone in the barn. You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination coursing through your veins.

You may have started the day with doubts and anxieties, but now, as you stand in the quiet of the barn surrounded by the gentle sounds of the horses, you feel a sense of purpose wash over you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #mrs ohara writes shit #pedro pascal #the last of us

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darishima · 9 months

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i'm sure somebody else has posted about this already but here's an analysis of all the wanted posters at the end of the new one piece live action trailer!!

alvida's the most obvious one of course. below hers you can see part of a foxy wanted poster, and another poster i'll get to later

this one was interesting, we're not gonna see bellamy this season, probably not even the next one (unless they change his introduction to be sooner?) but it was an awesome touch, his actor looks great

this one was FASCINATING actually, cavendish reveal THIS EARLY?? he's not gonna show up for another, like, 26 arcs. he was cast insanely well though like. god damn that really is cavendish couldn't have gotten a better actor

this, again, was really interesting? foxy's not gonna show up for a while either, why bother casting him now? what is shown of his face looks great, though, and by "great" i mean "absolutely fucking stupid." as it should

the wanted poster next to foxy is completely torn, but i'm pretty sure it's buggy? the poster is slightly blurry in the trailer so this is the best screencap of it i could get, but its clearly got some orange/red and a yellowish border like his hat, and i think those two tiny white spots by the black border might be the edge of his jolly roger?

here's a screencap of his hat from the same trailer, and it seems to match up. i mean, im doing this off a couple of pixels of color so it's hard to tell, but having his wanted poster up would make sense at this point in the story so i'm going with it

this poster is near cavendish's, and it's super small and only part of it is shown but it clearly says "ONG" so i'm pretty certain this is arlong's poster

this poster is by foxy's, and at first i thought it was another poster of bellamy but the shirt area doesn't seem to match up. comparing the blue background color and the white shirt stripe on the right side, it looks similar to arlong's poster, so i think it's another of him

this poster is below alvida's and uh. honestly i have no clue who this is. it doesn't look anything like the other posters we're shown in this shot and there's not nearly enough of it shown to make a guess on which character's it is, so idk. if you have an idea on who this could be please lmk in the reblogs/comments

i almost had a heart attack when i saw this propaganda poster, i saw "EAD DISEASE" and thought it said "amber lead disease" for half a second but no. it says "pirates spread disease" :( thought we were getting law foreshadowing </3

also, with cavendish, bellamy's, and foxy's posters all being shown this early, i wonder if their introduction will come sooner?? because like, the other posters are alvida, arlong, and buggy (probably), all characters who are prominent characters at this point in the story, but cavendish doesn't show up until DRESSROSA. why is he here? also, foxy's from the south blue, bellamy's from the north blue, and cavendish is from the grand line. why are their wanted posters in the east blue, and not somebody currently plot-relevant and location-relevant, like don krieg or other members of arlong's crew? the only reasons i can think of are that their introductions are changed to be much sooner. not sure how that would work with cavendish but it wouldn't be too hard to have foxy or bellamy show up sooner for some reason. or, the more likely reason, it's just easter eggs for the hardcore fans. like me. who spent way too long analyzing like three pixels of color to see if a wanted poster was buggy's. (which is really cool but the logic of why a northern, southern, and grand line pirates' wanted posters are here in the east blue doesn't really make any sense but hey)

also, look at koby <3 he's so cute i love him so much

#reblogs are super appreciated btw i spent way too long making this post #one piece #one piece live action #op live action #opla #one piece analysis #one piece theories #op netflix #one piece netflix #casey post

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utahlive · 1 year

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This ask isn't directly for Wilbur or the blog, but rather the person who runs this. A bit of an ooc ask about world building and expanding this universe since I'm invested

Are we as the audience perceived as people in this universe watching this show/documentary about Utah at our homes, sending in questions via telephone. Or are we just random people that show up in the gas station and keep coming back one by one at random times to talk about the "Dabi cosplayer". (I'd like the imagine the second one; just a but of faceless people pressed up against the glass outside asking the weirdest questions. Fits the vibe)

Do you, the owner of this blog, have a part to play in the universe? Are you the director to the show, a main camera man, or something else.

The fanart that's made for this blog, I'd like to imagine it's—again—just faceless people running up and slapping drawings they make on the convince store windows and running off, leaving the producers and Wilbur with it. Stuff like that :]

Im gonna be honest I said I was gonna do author q&a today specifically so I could answer this ask because I feel weird just answering it willy-nilly

I tend to be... pretty bad at storytelling. I always get wayyy too into my own head, and things get so complicated to a degree where only I can understand whats going on, which is something im obviously trying very hard to avoid. However I don't wanna sacrifice the story I want to tell, so I'm just doing my best here.

One of the biggest limitations right now is that I'm just struggling to explain exactly how the world works/the translation between "Utah" and irl/us. The biggest ones are time and what exactly is being aired, because obviously it doesn't take one whole day to answer two questions, but I don't have the energy to answer more than two q's per day. And of course the 'film crew' arent actually filming Wilbur while he's sleeping or anything like that, but it's hard to tell the story I want to tell without having scenes like that. Im hoping that things will get smoother as we go, but for now I've just been making it so that episodes that dont have 'transcript's in them aren't filmed (or have "artist rendition" notes), and lets say that even though its been over a month of answering questions for us, it's only been two or three weeks for wilbur.

As for what you guys are, you're viewers who are calling in from home! Kinda like a radio show. No one is physically showing up to the store or his house (that would be really funny though). I did have some scrapped ideas that I may bring back later about the film crew, but for now "they" dont have any deeper place in the story. I'm the camera man, I guess! I've been imagining it as just some guy with a camera in one hand, a headset to listen to calls, and a little paper pad to write down answers.

There are 886 asks in the inbox right now! Not all of them are asks, some of them are just comments about whats happening (which I love, I <3 hearing what you guys think) but unfortunately I can't answer all of them. I have a general outline so whenever I do pick story/plot asks, its ones that fit that outline, and every other time I just try to be funny.

nor/mal (jk. he/they/xe)

I was typing out the whole story and reasoning behind the pictures I chose but it was getting way too long (because I ended up going down a rabbit hole). Basically I found an old blog from 2010 where a girl had posted a picture of her room, it was a very positive post so I didn't think it would be offensive to use it (also there's a comment from 2016 on the blog post asking if the image can be used as reference, no reply, the author of the blog has not logged in for years). The bathroom was made in the Sims 4/I used pictures of my own dorm bathroom

smoked a blunt in the woods and thought about cwilbur's character arc a little too hard

im shy 👉👈

fucks me up that people continue to think about this blog after liking/reblogging

#utahlive #4th wall break #drugs #cw drugs

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 9 months

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6 with tommyinnit for the dialogue prompts

oh my god yes yes yes !!! sorry this took so long to respond

, can i stay with you tonight ?

tommyinnit x fem!reader (platonic)

warnings: none, just super cute fluff

a/n: toad, im sosososos sorry this is so late !! inbox go brrrrr

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"Tommy, how long are you going to be at the gig?" I asked, holding the phone up to my right ear.

I heard Tommy pause and sigh before he responded. "I'm not exactly sure. I'm pretty sure Will said he'll be done with the gig and the cleanup by 11:30."

"Shit, that's gonna take a while. Are you sure you're going to be alright by yourself for a while?" I said.

"Mhm! I'll be fine. Stop worrying about me, jeez." Tom joked.

I laughed. "Alright. Have fun. Bye!" I said.

"Bye, Y/n!" Tom replied, hanging up the phone.

I placed my phone on the kitchen counter face down. I had a lot of time to kill before I had to pick up Tommy from the Lovejoy gig, so I might as well get some streaming work done. I opened up my laptop and got to work.

A couple hours later, I heard my phone buzzing from the kitchen counter. I grabbed my phone and saw my alarm go off for when I should start leaving to pick up Tommy.

"Shit!" I said frantically, shutting the lid on the laptop and grabbing my shoes.

I got into the car and started to drive to the location of the gig where Tommy wanted for me to pick him up. After 15 minutes, I finally got to the center, and I looked at my phone. Exactly 11:30 on the dot.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. I walked around and looked for Tommy.

"Y/n!" a voice called. I perked up my head and saw the tall, blonde boy start walking towards me. He ran a little bit towards my way and gave me a big hug.

I smiled. "Damn, did you miss me this much?" I said, teasing him.

Tommy pulled away from the hug and smiled back. "Let's just go prick." he said, playfully rolling his eyes.

Tommy climbed into the passenger seat, and I got into the drivers seat and grabbed my phone. I opened Spotify and gave Tom my phone to pick a song. Tommy paused for a second, staring at my phone in thought. His fingers then quickly started typing. I chuckled at his actions. He seemed so.....focused. I then started up the car.

Tommy played a random playlist from his account and placed the phone back onto the phone stand. He looked over at me with a pleading look in his eyes as I pulled out the centre's driveway.

"What is it, Tommy?" I said, laughing.

Tommy laughed back. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

I sighed dramatically and braked the car, looking over at him. "Sure, Tommy. Why not." I said, smiling.

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we love short but sweet fics !!

thanks @gaytoadwithapopsicle for the request! my inbox is currently OPEN, but i am not accepting matchup requests anymore !!

please support my writing by liking, replying, reblogging, sending in an ask, or following my blog! all support helps for me to continue my works :]

love u all mwah xoxoxox

#mcyt fanfic writer #fanfiction #mcyt #dream smp #mcytblr #requests open #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #platonic #platonic tommyinnit #platonic tommyinnit x reader

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eddieshellfxre · 2 years

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Change your ways

Part 2

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends for a long time, so long you eventually caught feelings for him after having a one night stand with him. Everything changes when Eddie gets a girlfriend but you still try your luck

Content: 18+ minor dni, oral sex f and m, swearing, smoking, slut calling, cheating

a/n: this has a lot of dialogue because i have time to think a lot at work and i just create dialogues in my head all day to write later. also just because i wrote this it doesnt mean i agree with cheating, just thought it was a fun idea to write about

reblog and like if you enjoy it ♡

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gif is not mine, credits to owner

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“no because it truly was the worst sex of my life” pretty pissed off about how your date went, you stormed off to Eddie’s trailer to tell him all about it

“was it really that bad?” he jokes placing the blunt between his lips and inhaling the substance

“guy came in like 2 seconds” you roll your eyes and take the blunt in yours

“did he make you come after?” he asks in all seriousness

“yeah sure he did! after rubbing my left side for 10 minutes… what do you think? god he has big hands like you, i thought he be good at fingering at least”

Eddie looks at you with a smile on his face, letting out a laugh hearing you talk like this before quickly looking down “i do have great fingers” he says admiring his hands…. you look at Eddie’s hands and smile

“yeahhhh…. about that…” you say crawiling your way to him on the bed

“no”

“but you didnt even let me finish”

“its a no” you sit back on your legs and stare at him with big puppy eyes

“oh cmon youre really gonna say we werent the best sex we ever had in our lives?” Eddie remains quiet and smiles inhaling the blunt laying down on his bed with his arm resting behind his head, making his shirt slightly rise, you look at the tiny bit of skin showing and bite your lip “ill take your silence as an answer…. but seriously dont you wanna—“ you continue before he cuts you off

“listen, what we did was a one time thing and besides i have a girlfriend ”

“so?” you ask, you didnt wanna show how jealous it made you feel so you showed some kind of coldness when he touched the subject

“so? i have a girlfriend, im not supposed to cheat”

“SUPPOSED!! oh cmon munson, dont play hard to get” you rest your hand on his chest but he quickly moves it away

“im dating Chrissy now. i wont cheat on her” he looks at you with a serious tone on his voice. it kills you you’re not the one with him, he’s been your best friend for years, your safe space but you couldnt help but think of him in that way, and he knew about it, you’ve never hidden that part of your relation but for some reason he seemed scared of crossing that more serious line even though you did have a one time off, which he keeps on blaming the booze and drugs for.

“you forget i know you like the back of my hand! ive fucked you once ill fuck you again Edward” you scold before standing up grabbing your things. he lays still on his bed eyeing you as you walk closer to the door “c’mon, lets go help your uncle with dinner”

****

Under the bleachers at the championship game

“fuck y/n youre killing me” he groans as you take all of him in your mouth

“shhhh you gotta be quiet” you lick a stripe along the side of his dick, brushing your thumb over the slit, knowing it will drive him insane “look at dear ol’chrissy over there, head chearleader while her boyfriend is getting head from his best friend” you laugh taking the tip in your mouth, sucking on it slighty as you continue to pump his cock with your hand

“stop talking for fuck sake! shit— im gonna come”

“c’mon Eddie, dont tell me you dont think about my mouth around your cock everyday” you take him in your mouth and suddenly feel a warm fluid coat the inside of your mouth “hmmmm” you moan agaisnt him “so good baby”

“shit” he breaths out as he lets go of the grip he has on your hair, you smile up at him winking as you have one final lick at his tip making him buck at the sensitivity “just—just shut up” he says when he sees you standing up laughing

The game ends and you take the opportunity to leave underneath the bleachers when everyone is getting up. You spot Chrissy in the distance with her cheer friends jumping around with their stupid little pom poms. You dont get it, you dont get what does she have that you dont. Maybe it was the fact that she was a goody two shoes, miss perfect grades or maybe it was the fact that she wasnt as crazy as him…. As you were, maybe that what he wants, normal… You wake up from your trance as you hear a soft pitched voice talking

“babyyyyy did you see me? was i good?” she greets throwing her arms around Eddie’s neck leaning in to kiss him. You cant help but roll your eyes at them and stare at Eddie with a smirk slapped across your face

“you were so good” he says looking at her and at you over Chrissy’s shoulder right after, never breaking your eye contact you clean of the corners of your mouth with your finger and send him a wink

“i couldnt figure out where you were in the crowd” she says with big dull puppy eyes

“i was somewhere around the middle, dont worry i saw you” You cant help but find all of this amusing and decide to wage in the conversation

“he saw you just fine chrissy dear, you should have seen how happy he was, i could swear is bursted out into joy” you throw your arms around in the air in a extremly dramatic way. Chrissy didnt trust you, at all but you didnt seem to really care because deep down you knew you couldnt be trusted anyway

“ohh good” she says with a fake tone towards you, quickly turning back to Eddie’s hugging him tight “im really happy you came”

“of course i would come its important to you” he says cupping her face with his hands

“and for you too Eddie, right?” you pop in again “so important for you to come?” you smile wide remembering what happened just moments ago. Eddie regains his posture and grabs Chrissy’s arm

“lets go chrissy” he says pulling her by the arm. He knew exactly what you were talking about, and he knew if you stayed there any longer you would open up your big ass mouth and let out everything one way or another.

“Munson” you call after him “ill see you later at dinner yeah?”

“dinner?” chrissy asked confused as to why are you having dinner with him later

“yeah, y/n eats dinner everynight at mines. Her parents arent in the country and shes been having dinner there” he explains showing a soft smile as he looks at you, you smile back sort of thanking him for taking such good care of you, “you can come too if you want” he continues, your smile breaks and turns into a total resting bitch face, you can see a little sparkle appear on her eyes as she hears him

“oh my god yes, id love to”

Arriving at Eddie’s trailer later you park your car next to Eddie’s van, walking up the trailer stairs you open the door greeting Wayne

“honey im home” you say cheerful walking inside and seeing him

“hello dear how are you?” he takes you in a tight hug “where’s eddie?”

“he should be just— there he is” you sounded quite annoyed but try not to show much of it

“sup, hey wayne this is chrissy…. my girlfriend” Eddie says wrapping his arm around her “shes gonna have dinner with us alright?”

Wayne looks at you with a confused look before turning his attention back to his nephew “girlfriend you say? Im Wayne, ermmm well welcome, make your self comfortable” he gestures to the couch. As Chrissy sits down you sit down next to her before you could even get a word in Eddie sits between of both of you.

You stand up annoyed and walk over to the kitchen to find Wayne over the stove

“need any help with anything?”

“no no you sit down dear”

“no way, let me put the table at least. Eddie boy come help me” you say grabbing the plates from the sink and placing them on the counter, you try to reach out for the cups in the cupboard but cant reach it, Eddie hovers over you to grab them, you feel his crotch against your ass, your head drops as you feel him and let out a small moan

“if you gonna tease me might as well do something about it baby” you whisper as you ever so slighty push your ass back onto his front

“shut up, i didnt do it on purpose” he pushes himself away from you as makes his way to the table setting the cups down.

You all sit at the table in dead silence, so you decide to heat things up a little, Eddie is in front of you and your foot makes its way over to him, going up his leg until it reaches his cock. He shifts in his seat and starts coughing, you smile down at your plate as his cheeks turn red

“you alright son?” wayne asks placing his hand of his shoulder

“yeah yeah just, just got choked up on some spaghetti” he stares at you while you laugh quietly.

Everyone finishes up what their eating and you notice the time, notice its almost time for wayne to leave for work

“right” you stand up “ill do the dishes too, last night it was eddie and you the night before so ill take care of them, and no buts! you need to go to work soon”

Wayne winks at you with a soft smile, laying down for a while on the couch. You grab the plates and start to do the dishes, you open the tap and water hits the plates making it go everywhere, you almost fall back from getting startled

“shit that scared the crap of me” you look down at your now soaking wet white top. Eddie cant help but stare at you, clearly fixating on how tight that top is now to your tits untilchrissy wakes him up from his trance

“eddie will you drive me home?”

“sure babe. y/n do you need a ride too?” he asks trying to look away

“no i got my own car eddie…. ohhhh shit shit shit” you panic “i forgot my house keys at school and now its closed”

“oh thats a shame. you can stay over if you want” wayne says with a croaky voice

“thanks wayne, youre more than a dad to me”

Eddie grabs his keys calling at you “hey, you can take my bed, ill sleep on the floor, prepare everthing while i take her home”

“thanks eddie” you smile, continuing to wash the dishes

“shes sleeping here with you?” chrissy whispers in hopes you wouldnt hear her but you did

Eddie leans in on her whispering back “shes done it multiple times dont worry about ok?”

Once Eddie came back and Wayne left for work you both walk up to his room getting ready for bed

“Eddie im taking a shirt” you say selecting from his collection of band tees

“borrowing” he talks back pointing a finger at you

“ugh fine!” you say as you take your shirt off without warning

“oh my god y/n please” eddie covers eyes

“what the f-? its nothing you havent seen before already jeez” you roll your eyes and pass the shirt over your head throwing your previous worn top at him. Eddie stares at you for a while before walking out of the room. You hear the bathroom door close and immediately understand whats going on

“babe if its a boner you got by looking at me i can take care of it” you tease him a little more

“no its fine, ill do it” you hear him say back,

you laugh and sit on the bed waiting for bim to come back to the room. Once he comes back to smirk up at him “please shut up”

You talk for a while and smoke a nightly blunt for a better night sleep, during that you try to convice him not to sleep on the floor because its uncomfortable

“i promise i wont do anything alright? just dont sleep on the fucking floor”

“fine” he says getting up from the floor “but no funny business, i know you”

“i promise i wont do anything to you! on our friendship” you hold up three fingers and crossing your heart. He lays down on the bed and scooches his way to the wall, you remove your jeans and lay down next to eddie

“what the fuck are you doing?” he asks surprised turning his body your way

“going to sleep? what the fuck Munson?”

“like that? no pants no nothing?” he motions to your legs

“its hot out!!” you whine “why? cant you handle being next to me without jeans on?” you tease. He remains quiet shuffling in his spot turning your back to you

“goodnight eddie” you sing at him in a playfull tone.

minutes go by and eddie cant keep still

“hmmm stay still Eddie, i wanna sleep” you whine as you try to sleep

“fuck this” he says turning you over and is suddenly on top of you “you drive me absolutely insane” he tries to kiss you but you stop him

“dude what is going on right now? i didnt do shit! i promised” you throw your hand up, genuinely suprised

“you promised but i didnt” he leans in and kisses you passionately, even though his action caught you by surprise it didnt take long for you go give in to him and kiss him back. He slowly moves down to your neck covering it with kisses, being careful enough not to leave any marks

“Eddieeee” you moan. You feel his breathing break up when he hears you say his name, he shakes his head and makes a trail of kisses going down your body to where you want him the most, its ridiculous how wet he can get you in seconds

“just thanking you for earlier” he says against your skin as he keeps going down your body. His hands meet the waistband of your underwear and pulls them off, throwing it to the other side of the room, he gently sucks on the inner part of your thigh, knowing well he could leave as many marks there because it wouldnt be visible “youre so fucking wet” Eddie whines as his fingers slip up and down your wet slit, drawing your juices over your clit and rubbing circles on it. “youre such a slut for me arent you” you moan in pleasure as he gently rubs your bud “words” he says with a much more serious tone, eyes darkened with desire and a primal need to feel hear you under his touch.

“fu—yes Eddie! im—im such a slut for you baby” you mewl seductively,

making him growl in response. You can feel the warmth of his mouth close to you as you feel him licking you from your entrance to your clit, playing with it in circles once he meets it

“god i love it here” he says against your cunt, the vibrations of him talking making you moan, you feel his fingers tease you for a moment before he lines one up and pushes it into your tight heat, making you arch your back in pleasure.

“fuuuu— Eddie fuckfuck fuck” you whine as he pumps his fingers in and out of you keeping his tongue focused on your clit “youre gonna make me cum so hard” he picks up his pace with his fingers, curling them inside you, just hitting that right spot in you, your hand grabs onto his curls pulling at them while at the same time fixing him in place

“c’mon baby, i wanna feel your pretty pussy cum all over my fingers” he says against your cunt

“Eddie i—“ you’re unable to finish your sentence as you clench around his fingers and feel your orgasm slowly leak out of you, he takes his tongue to your entrance cleaning you up, making you jump everytime he hits your thobbing bud

“you taste so fucking good” he says still between your thighs leaving a trail wet kisses as he makes his way back to your face, kissing your lips. You brush the hair sticking to his forehead cupping his face in your hands, he smiles down at you, stupid smile that makes you melt like butter “we can go to sleep now” he says kissing your forehead. You laugh, covering your face with your hands

“you’re unbelievable Munson” you say shaking your head.

~~~~

Arriving at achool with eddie was something else, the morning after was…. quiet. Eddie didnt want to admit he couldnt resist you and felt terribly guilty for cheating on Chrissy…. again.

“Eddieeee” chrissy runs into arms and kisses him, watching how Eddie is kissing her back you cant help but let out a laugh

“whats wrong?” he asks breaking up for the kiss

“oh nothing i just thought of something i saw last night….on tv” you reply looking over at Eddie. She smiles at you and walks in front of you and him

“you kiss her with my taste in your mouth?” you whisper

“please shut up! im not proud of myself” he whispers back

“oh but you should be” you say coming close to him “it was amazing” you continue.

Eddie shakes his head and walks past you walking in front with Chrissy

~~~

At the end of the day, arriving at eddie’s trailer each in your own car, you park yours next to his van your, when you step out and eddie turns off his van the van does a weird sound and you look at each other confused. Eddie tries to turn the van back on but it wont start

“you have got to be kidding me” he says hitting the steering wheel “c’mon baby dont do this to me!” eddie keeps turning the key but the van is completely dead “im gonna need to take her to the mechanic, but i can only do it Friday”

“thats alright Eds, drive me back to my house later and bring my car back to yours. pick me up tomorrow morning for school” Eddie stares at you in shock, trying hard not to freak out

“you serious? i can keep your car?” hes practically jumping

“sure, it no big deal, its just a car”

“just a ca—?! ITS A DODGE CHALLENGER hOLY shit!!!!” he screams. hes truly adorable when hes fanboying “sweet, thanks ba-“ he stops himself “y/n, thanks youre the best” he continues slowly walking away in direction of his trailer

“if you were gonna call me some type of petname, go for it dont go shy” you say playfully

“im not shy, i just dont think its correct” he says turning on his heel, his tone shifted and its not so happy

“what?! calling me baby or babe?”

“no… yes… everything. this isnt cool on Chrissy and i hate myself for it.” hes cheeks look flushed and he looks more stressed than ever but you’re really starting to get tired of some of his atitudes

“then break up with her” you say loud throwing your hands up letting them hit your thighs on the way down

“i cant i really like her”

“sweetie if you really liked her we wouldnt do all the things we’ve been doing” you walk up to him “just remember you were always the one who didnt want to make anything official” he shakes his head in denial, he feels like its impossible to even start an argument with you, you always have to have the last word

“you gotta change your crazy ways, you hear me?” he says trying to break the tension by mentioning your favorite Aerosmith song, he tried to say it with a straight face but he knew its was a hard line to cross

“dont you dareeeeee quote Aerosmith to me Munson!” you point a finger at him, poking his chest “lets just go alright? before wayne comes out here and asks what the hell is going on” you follow him inside and greet wayne like you do everyday

“everything alright with you kids?” he asks looking at both of you

“fine” you both say at the same time

~~~

Next day eddie picks you up, its hot and youre wearing fishnets and black skirt, layerd with one of his band tees that you’ve cropped, you open the door and sit down

“morning Munson” you greet

“thats mine, whats the fuck did you do to it?” he asks grabbing onto the hem of the shirt. You smack his hand away from you furrowing your brows at him

“was!! and i made it fit me better. Even tho i do like using your baggy tees i think this fits my body better dont you?” you say looking over the door mirror to apply your lipstick while Eddie just stares at you in dead silence. You throw your feet on the dashboard and put your sunglasses on as you look back in the mirror and blow yourself a kiss

“youre so self centered” he lets out

“no, i just know i look hot today, dont you”

eddie looks at your legs and back at the road smiling

“fuck—- yeah you look ermmm yeah” he mumbles as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel

“what was that? you think i look hot?” you touch his thigh

“please dont do that! “

“got you nervous there munson?”

“why do you tease me like this? im gonna go mental one of these days” he looks at you. you look over your sunglasses licking your lower lip

“you really wanna do this before we pick your girlfriend up?!” you ask, you love to see what you do to him

Eddie continues to drive to chrissy’s house, moments later pulling up to her drive way. As she comes out she walks over to your side and stands at the door waiting for you to open it.

“dont tell me your girl wants me to go in the back” you say ironically rolling down the window “yes?” you ask sarcastically

“im going in the back?” he asks pointing at the back of the car

“babe its my car, you dont really think i would be riding in the back did you?”

she rolls her eyes at you walks in the back and leaning forward to give eddie a kiss. You side eye everything and cant help but feel jealous at these little exchanges.

“how did you sleep sweetheart?” you cringe at the word, you have never heard eddie say it before, exept when hes talking to his guitar.

“i slept just fine…. how come we’re taking y/n car?” she asks

“eddie’s van broke down. so i offered he could use my car until needed which he was very very happy to take me up on that offer” you joke lightly tapping his shoulder

“bet your sweet ass i was! this car is a fucking monster are you kidding me? hottest ride in hawkins”

“sometimes i think he likes my car more than he likes me” you smile

“that could never happen” he eyes you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. catching what he was doing he quickly continues “youre a pain but youre my besy friend”

“nice save” you whisper as you pull up to school.

Eddie gets out of the car and admires it breathing in a whistle “damn baby, youre hot” you knew he was talking to your car bur you just had to say something

“thanks babe, but you should really leave that kind of conversation for when we’re alone” you laugh walking away leaving him quiet.

During your break, you stood alone at your locker when suddenly you feel someone approaching you, thinking it would be Eddie ditching the company of his new love affair you slam your locker door only to find Billt Hargrove standing next to you leaning over the lockers with his arm

“Hey y/n” he says eyeing you, you knew this kind of look and you didnt really have anything to lose so you just went with it

“Hey Billy” you reply. He leans in closer to your ear, his warm breath on near your neck teasing the shit out of you “what do you want” you notice Eddie at the end of the corridor watching you and Billy talk

“i was wondering if maybe you’d be up dinner sometime or a movie or anything else that you have in mind” he smiles gently caressing your cheek, you clearly know how its gonna go but you’re both single, and god knows you need a Eddie and Chrissy getaway

“sure, anytime” you reply with a smile. Soon enough Eddie approaches both of you and stands behind Billy, he notices him and scoofs

“ill see you around darlin’”

“yeah, see you around Billy” you wink smiling while bitting your lip, Billy replies with a grin before looking over at Eddie and clearly seeing his bothered

“Munson” he greets

“Hargrove” Eddie greets back, the tension could be cut with a knife. As Billy walks away Eddie turns his attention to you “Hargrove? really y/n” Eddie whispers in disgust. you furrow your brow at him

“Cunnigham? really Eddie?” you ask in the same tone

“What did he want? Why were you all giggly and smiley for?”

“excuse me, but since when do i owe you any explanation?” you say in a hush tone ”but if you must know, he asked me out…. and i said yes! youre not the only one who can date around” you feel a not tying up in your throat, he remains silent as he sees tears forming in your eyes

“y/n im—

“im gonna go alright? just—“

“y/n…. Y/N” Eddie calls but you dont look back.

You make your way to the woods behind Hawkinds High, a place where you and Eddie normally hangout to smoke or chill because no one ever goes there. You find a table at sit on top of it, feet resting on the bench. You cover your face with your hands, trying your best not to cry.

“y/n?” you get stardled as you hear a familiar voice coming from the trees “hey its just me… Robin” you sigh of relief knowing it wasnt Eddie who followed you

“hey Robin” a faint smile on your lips that quickly disappears “what are you doing here?”

“i dont really know” she jokes shrugging her shoulders “what about you? you dont look so good” she takes a seat next to you wrapping her arm around you “you can talk to me if you want” you look at her and see some type of comfort, and you take it, because sooner or later you feel like you were gonna burst.

Moments go by and you tell Robin all thats been going on, and what happened between you and Eddie before Chrissy

“y/n you need to stop before you, Eddie and Chrissy get hurt”

“Robin please i—”

“dont please me, what you guys are doing is wrong! He has a girlfriend”

“He doesnt love her”

“He doesnt love you either” her words feel like knifes stabbing you everywhere possible

“how do you know? youre not there when we’re alone” you try to fool yourself into thinking that youre right and shes wrong

“y/n listen to me, he has to choose one of you and it really doesnt look like youre gonna be the choice” she comforts you with a hug before standing up “i gotta go, Steve is waiting for me already but… think about what youre doing! youre only gonna get hurt. Call me if you need anything” she gives you a reasuring hug that you return with a smile.

You decide that you need some time alone, maybe watch a movie but first you need to find Eddie to tell him you need your car for the night.

You make your way into school again, searching the halls for him but no luck.

“Dustin” you call out to the curly headed kid “have you seen Eddie?” you ask before he could ever say hi

“erm…. i think hes in the parking lot not su—byee” poor kid didnt even get to finish and you were already messing his hair up thanking him. You walk over to the parking lot and Eddie is standing next to your car.

Youre nervous, you havent talked about anything yet since that fiasco in the hall, but you gain the courage to walk up to him and treat him like nothing has happened

“Hey Eds, erm… you got hellfire tonight right?” you ask looking at his hellfire shirt, it should be incriminating how good a baseball tee looks on him

“yeah i do why? are you gonna come?” the tiniest bit of excitement in his voice makes an appearance, you smile and shake your head

“im gonna need my car for tonight, need some alone time, so ill drop you off at hellfire and then ill come pick you up” you explain grabbing the car keys from his hand. he looks down at you laughing “whats so funny?”

“normally i pick up the babes not the other way around” he steps closer and you feel like your heart skipped a thousand beats, you remain calm on the outside and try to stay your normal self

“oh why thank you eds” you smile

“for?”

“thinking im a babe” Eddie comes closer to you still holding onto your car keys and your hand still grabbing onto them

“shut up, you know what i mean” he says in a low tone

“baby i always know what you mean” and right there and then you forget everything Robin has told you. They way he grabs onto your waist with his free hand pulling you closer to him, his eyes moving from yours to your lips

“why do you drive me crazy?” he laughs trying to break the tension but there too much of it, there was no way he didnt feel what you felt too. His hold onto your waist keeps getting tighter, his rings biting onto your skin

“i—i dont know Eds, just dont get me all hot and bothered and then dont do anything about it” you laugh.

You could practically feel each other’s breaths as he pulled you closer and closer until you break away when you ear noise from the background. You both look at each other, You've never seen this look in Eddies eyes before, pure hunger and lust, it was fucking hot! You grab your keys from him and open the door to sit down on the driver’s seat, you roll down the window so you could speak to him “ill pick you up later ok?” you say smiling

Eddie leans in, holding your chin with his index and thumb, pulling your face into a soft kiss, something so soft yet so hot. Eddie smiles against your lips when he feels how your breathing shifted

“ill be waiting” he says leaving you absolutely speechless

~~~

Back at home, you decided it was best just to stay in until it was time to pick Eddie up. You made yourself some popcorn and got cozy in bed with a oversized tee that Eddie gave you and your underwear, watching a horror movie that was playing on tv. You werent paying much attention because all you could think about is Eddie’s kiss, it felt different, so genuine. You shake your head at the thought of it everytime

“this is supposed to be a Eddie free night y/n! get a grip!!” you turn your attention to the tv again and suddently the phone rings, startling you “jesus fucking chr— yes?”

“hey its Eddie, look dont come pick me up alright?”

“why is everything ok?” you start to get worried, he never calls you from the school phone

“yeah yeah its all good, i-i just need to walk Chrissy home from cheer practice”

you remove the headseat away from your face and start flipping it off “y/n? you there?”

“yes i am here!!! cant she walk herself?” he notices the tone in your voice changing and laughs

“no she cant but ill see you late ok baby? bye”

“Eddie? Eddie? motherfuck— baby?” you reply now at the sound of end of the call. “i didnt—im hearing things” you place the phone back and get back to watching your movie.

Hours go by and youre getting sleepy, its time for bed, youre tired and you kinda want this day to be over. Just as soon as youre falling asleep you hear noise outside, you dont know if its the horror movie getting in your head or not but you quietly grab onto the baseball bat that you have under your bed, a knock at your window makes you jump off the bed, ready to swing your bat you turn around to see a tall figure waving at you from the outside

“Munson?” you ask squinting “what the fuck are you doing here?” you ask dropping the bat on the floor, you open the window and Eddie climbs in your room “you do realise im home alone. you could have just rang the door bell”

Eddie smiles looking at you in your sleep wear

“yeah but if i did i probably wouldnt find you like this” winking he grabs onto your waist pulling you close to him. You push your arm away from you placing it on his chest

“woahhhh what we doing? youre kinda giving me mixed signals here Eddie” you try to get away from him but he keeps holding onto you tight “didnt you just drop your girlfriend home? didnt you just have a nice walk with her?” you mock. He finds it absolutely adorable how jealous you can get and also very attractive, bitting his lip in a half smile he moves your arm from his chest so its holding onto his neck

“no, i walked chrissy home its different”

you side eye him confused out of your mind, he must have been smoking something really strong this time “and before you ask, no its not the same thing. shes not my girlfriend anymore, i broke up with her” the confused look on your face turns into shock, with a little bit of happiness that you try to hide but he catches onto you “you can smile i know you want to”

You give in and smile up at swing your free arm around his neck too, holding him closer you stretch a bit to meet your lips with his, this kiss felt like the one before “I couldnt stand the thought of you going out with that dickhead Hargrove, made me crazy! It was like something clicked in me telling me it was you all along” he says against your lips “youre a crazy bitch but you’re only mine”

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddiemunson #eddiestrangerthings #stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #st4 #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson best friend #eddie munson best friend fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x y/n

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merwynsartblog · 4 months

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Ok im gonna make a list actually so i dont forget Mercury family/relationship stuff King Dedede -Boyfriend -got a pretty healthy relationship -very sweet to each other -both protective and can be cringy together (like petnames and silly stuff like that) Meta Knight -Father figure/Mentor -trains mercury and is actually really nice -Both gets along pretty well -mercury will never admit how much he truly appreciates him Kirby -FRIEND -this is mercurys friend and he loves kirby so much -gives kirby kisses on the forehead and is very affectionate to him -sorta have a sibling vibe going on ALL THE WADDLE DEES (bandana dee, tailor dee, etc) -HIS FUCKING CHILDREN -he sees em as his kids and treats em all respectively -very very kind to eachother Dara @/pageofthemicocee oc -Sees her as his daughter even though he always gets called uncle -SPOILS TF OUTTA HER -they steal apples often- - "shhh dont tell ya father :3" -very chaotic silly duo Fylass @/george22872 oc -sees him as family -"holy fuck hes 12 but he dealt with so much shit wtf-" -he relates to him a bit and feels super bad for everything that happened -comfort buddies -they have competitions every now and then with spicy food. they always tie. Erelie (think i spelled her name right) @/maskedinfinate oc -Daughter he adopted in his head/silly -very very very wholesome and sweet relationship -actually learns alot from her -"hey what is that flower-" -"*insert a long wikipida page speech about it/silly*" -will never admit he cares about her super much Bubs (my oc) -is being trained by mercury -is often praised alot by mercury -very sweet and kind to each other -pushes bubs to be his best (ok back to the silly other characters) Hyness -FUCKING DESPISES HIM. -"you almost killed the 3 sisters for your stupid cult??. fuck off" -VERY FUCKING AGGRESSIVE TO HIM. -they become sorta ok in the future but mercury is salty due to it being similar to his situation Mage sisters -FEELS SO FUCKING BAD FOR EM -tries his best to take em in but it never works -they sorta dont like mercury i think -since hyness and them are sorta like a found family and mercury even though he thinks he is doing the right thing it pisses em off. -they also become ok in the future Marx -SPOOKY FUCKING CLOWN -does not like marx -actually sorta terrified of him -marx knows this and uses this to scare tf outta him -king dedede usually handles it lol Dark Matter and all his other forms -FUCKING TRAUMATIZED. -The only one who actually can make him stand still and have a panic attack on the inside -gets inside mercury head alot with alot of the shit he says "you think king dedede is safe? pathetic <3" -hates. everything that reminds him of dark matter i have alot more but im lazy- might reblog this with the other stuff later

#kirby oc #mercury the lizard archer #ohhhh boy ok let me just...#dark matter kirby #king dedede #marx kirby #mage sisters kirby #hyness kirby #im sorry for the hyness hate but mercury would FUCKING hate him and thats a fact sorry #kirby #meta knight #I THINK THATS EVERYONE.............good lord

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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Hellooo! Can I make a sk8 request with cherry, langa, renki and joe?

The (male) reader is usually a really good skater and skates at S but one night he comes home with cuts and scratches all over because he wiped out while not paying attention to the road

injured skater

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Character: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry Blossom), Kojiro Nanjo (Joe)

Warnings: injuries mentioned in all of them, food mention + vague mention of showering together in kojiro's.

Notes: i think this ended up gn but someone correct me if im wrong. other than that i really enjoyed writing this <3 its cute

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So you show up to s covered in scrapes, scratches & the like—arms and anything not covered by clothes burning red and definitely injured

and really, you’re fine! Sure, it was a wipeout, but you’ve taken worse in the past

That doesn’t stop them from worrying though

Reki

You take off your hoodie and he’s IMMEDIATELY all over you

Are you okay?? What happened?? Did someone do that to you?? Did you fall???

It takes a couple minutes to get him to calm down

He loves you okay it’s how he shows it

Your shirt is torn in one or two places, you were probably bleeding from your shoulder for a little while

he starts trying to check out how bad it is but you wince pretty bad when he accidentally brushes the worst of it on your arm

He IMMEDIATELY starts apologizing and calls for cherry to “work his weird techno magic crap” and make you feel better

Luckily he does keep some bandages with him but he makes reki apologize for insulting carla

Langa

Almost faints

Hates the sight of blood

Hides behind reki to make him fix you

Yes he’s worried about you no he doesn’t know how to say so

Reki puts a couple bandaids on you and hands you back to Langa (who is profusely apologizing because he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t care)

Asks how you’re feeling and if he can do anything to fix it

Pulls a little “kiss it better” move but doesn’t wanna hurt you more so just kisses your forehead it’s sweet

Miya gags in the corner

you were working late and it was dark out

Really it wasn’t your fault that you fell

There was just a big enough stone you didn’t see that sent you flying

Luckily nothing felt broken or pulled, just scratched up

So instead of worrying your boyfriend, you decided to just walk home and you’d clean yourself up there

Kaoru

immediately worried

He tries to keep up that cool calm collected thing all the time but like

He’s probably gonna start lecturing you about being safe and protecting yourself when you’re skating

Asks carla to do a quick analysis on you to make sure nothing is more seriously wrong

Then won’t shut up

“How did this happen” “why weren’t you wearing anything to protect yourself”’ “are you lightheaded do you need something to eat” like he cares so much

Won't rest until you are fully bandaged by him personally

Makes you sit on the bathroom counter while he takes care of you

After a while you have to take his hands so he stops fussing with everything and reassure him that you’re really ok

He just hugs you and takes a deep breath—he knows sometimes his anxiety gets the better of him and smaller things seem like bigger deals than they are

But that’s why you’re there. To keep him grounded

Kojiro

He’s always home later than you

‘Perks’ of running your own restaurant

So when he comes home to see you sitting in one of his shirts with some. Not very well done bandages around your arms he’s a little concerned

Doesn’t freak out just wants to fix you up

Adjusts your bandages as best he can and listens to what happened

Makes everything better by pressing little kisses near (but not on, so it doesn’t hurt) your injuries

Does little things to cheer you up

Offers to make dinner if you're really that sore but tbh you’d much rather just wash up and get delivery (believe it or not, so would he. After a long day of cooking all night he could use time off his feet)

So that’s how you spend your evening, curled up on the couch with him

Helps you clean your cuts and things when you get a shower later

Tbh this is a sidenote but i dont see showering with him as a thing yknow like hes a child at heart i think you usually end up in water fights and it makes you laugh but anyway

Overall just really chill, wants to make sure youre okay but every skater wipes out from time to time you just have to brush it off and try again

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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The man deserves more attention so this one is gonna be funny, What if John goes out with the s/o (moved to Australia with the reader, (THE READER IS AUSTRALIAN 😭) and her family goes camping for Easter and John and reader, cousins goes to the beach and Yada yada make a picnic go for a swim, but John decided he will go in later so s/o went into the water with her cousin and John looks back for 1 second and all he sees is his girlfriend pushing her cousin into a big ass wave

This can be headcanon, btw I LOVE YOUR WORK ❤️ ❤️ (she/her

IT IS FUNNY ALSO THANKS SO MUCH💖💖💖 I never been in to Australia but I talked to one autstralian guy on some discord server for 20 min so im basicly one of them/j Request open

Hush guy in Austria

This guy loves wildlife and overall camping

But he is scared of planes, so when they were moving out to Australia he was so nervous😖 he was holding her hand for the whole flight and every time when plane was a little shakey he was convinced that thats it, its the day he dies

He will joke about how hes gonna fight kangaroo

He is so in love with her Accent and oh lourd teach him some curse words and pick up lines

"Honey is it legal to Hunt animals there? Yknow....just asking... for a friend ofc"

He was so nervous to met her family! Yknow first impression, diffrent culture, PERENTS OF HIS FUTURE WIFE?(dont tell s/o but hes gonna propose soon)

But she has big lovley family! They imidetly acept him. (He will kinda tear up if her family is wholesome and instantly loves him like one of their own) He doesnt really have good relationship with his family so he enjoys it

You guys decided to to camping near some pretty beach. He decided to be manly strong super masculine man and set up tent , while she was vibing with her cousin

John goes to them and waves while she and her cousin are splashing water at eachother. He had to turn around, her mom asked him question, probably some typical mom stuff like: tell s/o to use Sunscream! He turns to grab it, he goes back to love of his life and he just sees her yeeting her cousin in huge ass wave (bonus points if the cousin is like 10years old)

Well John thoughts were probably like : opionA:poor guy got yeeted optionB: Aint way in hell im going there i will be next

He was next

She was like "🥺aww sweetie pls i wont try to drown you😈" *drowns him by yeeting him in to abyss*

Top 10 saddest anime betrays

He will go shakey shakey watrer too cold I wanna get out :(, "NO get over here😈" she says as she drags gim back to wattrr (spelling water coreclty is my top1 fear apereantly)

For next few hours he will stick to cooking sosaques on fire and talking to her family (to gain this respect, yknow better be on good side of ur soon to be wife love

Sorry for long wait I exploded

Also I wanna thanks for all likes and reblogs, this 2week been hard on me irl but yall blow my stuff up more than ususal, so thanks💖😈

#hush headcanon #hush x reader #hush 2016 #the man x reader #slasher x you #slashers #slasher x reader

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toadstool32 · 11 months

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its the sextuplets birthday! in celebration im ranking them based on personal preference <3

karamatsu < i like him

osomatsu < i like shitty older brothers when theyre not my own

jyuushimatsu < i dont even think he knows how baseball works

todomatsu < hes such a bitch i love him

ichimatsu < cat

choromatsu < at his best when insane

the nature making numbered list make it so that they all have a rank but if anything it would be like > 1 karamatsu >2 osomatsu / jyuushimatsu >4 todomatsu / ichimatsu > 6 choromatsu

now im gonna proceed to rank them as combinations <- insane behavior

i got the names from this list!

im mostly ranking them by how funny they are but comedy is subjective feel free to send me anon hate ovr this i dont care

doing this in a five star format! ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

choukeimatsu: starting out strong! i love shitty older brothers! they suck <3 five stars ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

sokudomatsu: its ok, i like they more when they act out as other characters than themselves, they either do a funny skit or their manzai act, this one is a toss up for me! ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖➖

parkamatsu: their shittyness and cuteness level gets balanced so evenly... its precious to see truly..... however!!! its cute to see oso treat ichi like a cat / a future ward of the state but alas its not tickling my funny bone as much ⭐ ⭐ ➖➖➖

bakamatsu: i like stupid idiots, i want more of them ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖

benimatsu: oso n todo are such shitheads fr, they enable eachother to be the worst version of themselves, which is both cute AND fun ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

suirikumatsu: i read this one comic where they both get bullied by everyone else and then get revenge at the beach, (ill find and reblog later) other than that i dont think they really have that many skits together? booo. its rough out there ➖➖➖➖➖

iromatsu: its mid, it makes me cringe more than laugh, well, thats a lie sometimes i do laugh, its a toss up really, (i do like the bazooka scene tho) ⭐⭐⭐➖ I

musclematsu: while iromatsu its ichi using kara as a chew toy karamatsu is like, a chew toy with spikes, and fire and hurtful things, so ichimatsu receives psychic damage by that. Yeah that does not happen with jyuushimatsu this is like a uno reverse, these two are made or way harder stuff, and way dumber too, five stars ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

woodmatsu: theyre sweet :3 its a good balance between karamatsu being a chewtoy and todomatsu being the tsukkomi fishing with love letters and falling in love with the same cashier? pretty solid gags ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖

middlematsu: funniest gag they ever did was the fact that they never talk to eachother, nobody has a good time here, four stars only bc its a rare one ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖

wakabamatsu: are u fucking kidding me ok this one is interesting bc when jyuushi is the boke i feel like the skits run way to long, i still laugh but whatever not the point. but when they make jyushimatsu choros tsukkomi??? insane behavior honestly. ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖ ➖

cybermatsu: funniest shit ever, choromatsu shines with todomatsu as his pair truly, funniest shit ive ever seen ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

numbermatsu: top tier! what do i ever have to say here they just work ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

110matsu: catty bitches, ichimatsu gets to be weird in new ways here such is the curse of being a good straight man! hang in there todomatsu!! ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖

youngestmatsu: they r so fucking cute, cant remeber any skits with them tho, oh well ⭐ ⭐ ➖➖

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ok now im gonna do groups!! but not really just the ones i care about, fuck the list im doing numbers now:

125- i like idiots, i want more of them, jyuushimatsus fun day with his big brothers (goes wrong) <3

456- shitty little brothers represent! u cant be mad at them theyre just little guys and its their birthday :3

346- catty bitches but more toxic, this one rulez, the self awareness has left the room

146- i think theyre neat

126- this is just my dream blunt rotation lets move on

246- i thought abt girlymatsu for a bit and passed out for a sec imagine this with me

thats all!!! get out of my post!!!

#osomatsu san #ac #long post

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moml (highschool AU! henry creel / reader) chapter 4

chapter 4: know who you are at every age.

chapter namesake: know who you are at every age by cocteau twins.

*quick a/n: LMFAOOOO i am tired of long a$$ titles so i abbreviated it. also, thank you all so much for the reblogs, and feedback! i love to see comments, opinions, and thoughts on my work, it keeps me wondering if im doing an okay job at this.

this chapter was originally going to be muchh longer, but i decided not to. i was gonna post it after vol. 2 premiere but i was like nahh.. i pretty much have my own storyline and universe set for this fic, so there is gonna be some pretty big canon divergences in this fic, hopefully yall are okay with that lol. i might incorporate some things from vol.2 into later chapters, but we will see what happens tomorrow. omg im so excited. anyways, enjoy.

i need to make a masterlist for this fic, but here are the previous chapters.

*warnings: strong language, crying (LOL), your moms name is samantha, last name hughes, blah blah ok ok i hope you enjoy!

The next morning came with an air of opportunity and excitement. The sun rose, just as you did, shining brightly, fully rested, ready for a day full of confidence. The small rays poked through your curtains, kissing your face, as you opened your eyes, and awoke, you smiled.

You knew it was going to be a good day.

You were fully rested, studied, and you knew you were going to kick that ACT’s ass. Just as you promised your mother, you would get in that good, prestigious college, you would get that good, six-figure paying career, and move her far away from Hawkins, where she would no longer have to live the pace of the small town life, and run a family pizza parlor. You had big dreams, and you knew you were going to accomplish them.

Feeling particularly giddy, you swung your feet over to get out of bed, stretching as you went over to your nightstand drawer, and pulled out a personal mixtape filled with your favorite songs. You would only pull out this bad boy when you knew you needed to up the ante for your ego.

Loading the tape in your boombox sitting on your dresser, the first song, “Everything She Wants” by Wham! Jamming out of the speakers. Going into your closet, bobbing your head and shifting your body to the music, you picked a particular outfit, one that you wanted to reflect your mood. Finally, feeling satisfied with your choices, you jumped in the shower, all the while the music was still loudly playing in the background. You smiled at the thought of knowing your mom would come knocking at your door, complaining the music was too loud, even though she secretly enjoyed it.

However, the knock never came.

As you got out of the shower and dressed yourself, you turned the music off, noting the eerie, still, quietness of the house. You looked at Luster, still sitting idly on your bed, by now, he would’ve been following your mother around as she fixed coffee and sat on the porch.

“Ma must’ve had a late night, huh, Lusty?” You crouched down beside the bed and rubbed his head, him producing a small “mew.” You opened your door, walking out into your hallway, noting the deafening silence. Something just didn’t feel quite right. There was no TV playing the morning news, babbling on and on about small town issues, there was no smell of coffee, no chirps of birds as your mother always left the kitchen window open in the mornings. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. The air was empty, devoid of any life.

“Ma..?” You croaked through the thick silence, you slowly walked to the living room. The TV was off, its black screen reflecting you walking up to it, the couch was empty, the recliner, all of it, empty. The front door was shut, your mother was not out in her rocking chair peacefully watching the innocent nature play before her. The kitchen, too, there was no smell of the particularly pungent coffee she would drink, the frying pan she cooked bacon in yesterday still sitting on the stove. It was as if time had stopped completely in your little home.

“Ma!” You called out again, feeling a drop in your stomach, you ran back to her bedroom, surely, maybe, she just slept in right? You busted through her door, your body feeling heavy, like a ton of bricks fell on you as soon as you saw her bed.

Empty. Nothing. No one was in it. The covers, still pulled back like yesterday evening before she left for work. Her pillow still having the slight indentation on it from where her head lay. She never made her bed, she was too much of a busy woman for that, you always scolded her for it. Her bedside lamp was even still on. Now, you realized,

She never made it home.

“Ma… Ma..” Your voice started to crack as tears began to well up in your eyes, dragging over to her bed, where you collapsed at the end, knees on the ground and your face in the covers, “Please… Ma..”

You began to sob like a baby who just lost their toy. You were at a loss for words, your mind rushing with the thousand possibilities of what could’ve happened to your mother last night after you hung up the phone. You felt immense guilt as you remembered hanging up on her before she could even say “I love you back,” you felt so incredibly selfish. You were worried about feeling rested for a stupid test, you felt so happy to go to bed, not even knowing what happened to your poor mother.

“Ma,” was all you could utter through sobs of continued crying. Maybe she would walk up behind you and say, “I’m here, sugar,” rub your head and say, “It’s alright. Don’t you go crying now.”

It never happened. All that you heard behind you was a soft “meow” from Luster, as he nuzzled up against your leg. Lifting your heavy head up from your breakdown, you looked down at him, with solemn eyes, “She’s gone, Luster.”

Luster just stared back, though, with those full yellow eyes of his. He didn’t comprehend. How you wished to be him right now, the only concern of your life being eating and human affection.

As you pet him tenderly, holding him in your lap, your eyes shot up at the bedside lamp that suddenly started to flick. Not flick regularly, it began to go crazy, like a wild bull at a rodeo.

“What the fuck..?” You whispered to yourself, suddenly Luster began to dart out of your arms, meowing aggressively at the lamp. Then, the ceiling light began to flick wildly too, Luster becoming increasingly more aggressive as the chaos ensued.

“Shit!” You became scared out of your wits, your mom is possibly gone, now a fucking demon is haunting your house? Running to your room to grab your keys and bag, the flickering lights followed you, now your bedroom lamp began to flicker, in a wild rhythm, just like the other lights. You then ran to the kitchen, where it stopped momentarily, but you looked up at the parlor light as it began to go wild too.

“Fuck, Lusty!” You grabbed him, hauling ass out of the door, onto the porch, “We’re getting the fuck out of here!”

Luster, however, had other plans, he jumped out of your arms and ran behind the house, disappearing off into the deep woods behind your house.

“Lusty!” You screamed, but you felt no use in running after him, your energy drained after the many turns of events that happened this morning.

You exhaled, plopping down on the porch steps, head in your hands and squeezing your temples, wondering what you are possibly going to do now.

“Focus.. (Name),” You murmured to yourself, “You can’t let your nerves get the best of you like that, it isn’t what Ma would want…” Trailing off your pep talk, you lifted your head to look out into your neighborhood scenery, hoping to find an answer in the space in front of you.

You knew out of all things, you had to go down to the police station and report your mom’s disappearance. You didn’t care if your mom had only been gone for 12 hours, it was out of character for her, you knew something had gone wrong. It was time for you to be a big, adult, independent (Name). You stood up, collecting your wits, you were going to put on a stern face, march down to the Hawkins police station, and tell Powell about your mother’s disappearance, clear and cold cut. Jiggling your keys in your hand, you walked towards your car, reading your watch: 7:55 A.M.

You completely disregarded school.

Pulling your car into the smooth concrete parking lot of the police department, you turned your car off, putting your hands on the wheel, inhaling a huge breath. You exhaled, “Okay.. (Name).. You’ve got this.” However, your hands still shook, you were still at a loss for words from this morning, and your eyes were still puffy and red from the tearshed. Once again, you took another inhale and exhale, woo-saying as you got out of your car, and headed to the door.

Before you could even open it, a familiar male figure opened the door instead, swinging to the outside.

“Ah..! Samantha’s kid..” The male stated in a snarky-toned voice, his glasses sitting haphazardly on his face, “What are you doing here? Giving your mom trouble?”

“Officer.. Callahan..” You breathed, God you couldn’t stand him, especially since you knew he sucked up to your mom just because of his huge infatuation with her, “No, actually, this is more serious.”

Your serious face and tone gave him an implication to shut up with the jokes, Good going, (Name), that’ll keep his stupid mouth quiet, you thought to yourself.

“Oh… Come in then.” His tone became shaky upon seeing your expression, walking past him, you turned the corner to go to the front desk, when he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Is she okay?” His eyes went wild with worry, his breath down your neck, “Your mom, is she-”

You interrupted him, it was a fresh wound for you, hot tears beginning to well up in your eyes, you turned your face to him, “Callahan, she’s-”

“Callahan, let the kid go.” You heard a stern, cold, monotone voice. Powell, you recognized instantly. His presence was commanding. The grip off your shoulder lifted, and you quickly wiped the forming tears out of your eyes, facing him with as much determination as you could for the given circumstances.

“Hughes, what are you doing here? Something the matter?” He looked at you with a little concern, and you just nodded your head yes, barely able to produce syllables.

“Alright, come back to my office,” Callahan began to follow you two, when Powell pointed a finger, “You, stay out here, I don’t need you overwhelming them again.” He scoffed and stomped off, murmuring something under his breath about a “troublesome kid.”

Nervously stepping into the office, you gripped the bottom of your shirt tightly, as if you would fall into a million pieces if you let go of the fabric. Powell sat down comfortably, watching your nervous form with confusion, “You can sit down, Hughes.” He gestured to the seat across his desk, you obliged, sitting down slowly, taking a breath in.

No one spoke for a few moments, then Powell cut the silence short, “So, what’s going on?”

You looked up at him, still gripping the bottom of your shirt, when you decided to let go, you can’t be scared, (Name), you’re here for one reason only, not to play around.

“My mother,” You started, “She’s gone.”

“What?” Powell questioned, his flat expression turning into a confused one, “What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?”

“She didn’t come home last night after work.” You looked down again at the floor, “She was already late last night, so I called her, she picked up, we spoke, said goodnight, and she never came home.”

Powell’s eyebrows raised at your rather… simple explanation, however he got his notepad out of his desk and began writing.

“And, what time was this?” He asked as he began to write scribbled details down.

“I called her around 11:45 last night, she usually comes home around 10:30 after closing up shop.”

He nodded his head as he wrote down details, then asked, “Was she in contact with anyone that you know of before she disappeared?”

“Um,” You tried to remember if she mentioned anyone, “She said she talked with Mrs. Karen Wheeler for a while before closing, which is why she was going to be late in the first place.”

“Did you… call the Wheelers?” He looked at you as if that was an obligation for you to do, you just shook your head no, feeling slight defeat rise up your neck.

“Well, (Name),” Powell sighed, “It’s only been 8 hours since you last heard from your mother, we will look into it, but we won’t let it go public until she hasn’t come back for a day or so.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, blurting your thoughts out loud, “Why? Why would you not let it go public? This is my mother, for God’s sakes, this isn’t like her to be gone even for 5 hours!”

Your anger seethed through your words, and Powell just kept his stern, straight face, “(Name), please, calm down… we have other cases to look into, your mother already reported dead animals around her property, we are looking into that, as well. Maybe it has something to do with this, like I said, we will look into it.”

You shook your head, look into it, you thought, as if it’s a neighbor filing a complaint about loud teenagers having a party every weekend.

“Shouldn’t you be in school, anyways? It’s 9:15,” He looked up at the clock, your stomach dropped to the ground, school…

Fuck, you forgot.

You hurried out of his office, hearing Callahan’s retort as you walked out of the door, “Get to school kid!” You offered him a middle finger, not even bothering to turn around to see his shocked expression, as if you had killed his dog.

“I thought Samantha raised that kid better than that!” He looked at Powell, who just shook his head and walked back into his office, seemingly stressed with the situation at his hands.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You slammed your fist against the steering wheel, as you brung your forehead down on it. You were late for school, almost 2 hours, missing a test that decided your fate as a future committed member of society, or a failure wishing on a prayer for a better life.

Your shoulders dropped in defeat as you raised your head off the steering wheel, your eyes, red and extremely swollen, your hairstyle now messy, disheveled, as you had wrung your hands through it out of nervousness.

As you crank your car up, you felt nothing but pure despair in the pit of your stomach, as you stared into the brown building of the police department. They were your beacon of hope, the trust dwindling away, and now you were slowly becoming lost on what to do about your mother.

You weren’t here.

You weren’t here, and that’s when Henry knew something was wrong. He looked up, turning his attention away from the test to your empty seat, the first hour passed, maybe you overslept?

But then, the second hour came, and you still weren’t there, sitting in the seat beside him, acting like you didn’t want to talk to him, but babbling his head off. Henry put the top part of the pencil in his mouth, nibbling slowly at the eraser, dwelling on what could’ve caused you to be late. You took that ACT test too seriously just to miss an entire day of school, or even be late, and the anxiety began to build in his chest. He then turned confused, why did he care about you so much anyways? First, your expression after you saw the mauled animal, and now, you being late, something of your own consequences. Now look, you’ve got him strayed away from his test, not even focusing on what’s important.

The sound of a loud door being slammed open led him out of his thoughts, everyone in the classroom directing their attention to the source of the disturbance.

There you were.

There you were, standing, disheveled, panting, as if you ran the 100-mile marathon of your life just to get here. Henry took in your appearance, shocked, you looked… unsightly. Your hair was all over the place, your eyes red and swollen, purple bags forming under your face, almost an empty cocoon of what (Name) usually comes to school like.

However, he became slightly excited seeing you, especially when you both made brief eye contact. Seeing your grotesque appearance, he wanted to do nothing but get up and go over to you, and ask you what’s wrong. He wanted to solve your problems, he wanted to be the solution.

Wait, what? He thought, pushing the ramblings to the back of his head, directing his attention down to his test, trying to prevent eye contact with you from happening again.

“(Name)!” Mr. Brown exclaimed, “Are you insane?! Step out of the classroom, now!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, turning around and waiting out in the hall for the angry, short man, not noticing Chrissy trying to make eye contact with you to ensure if you were okay.

The next ten minutes went with you essentially begging with all your life to let Mr. Brown let you take the ACT, despite being late. You tried your best to explain your circumstances, without the grisly details, citing a “family emergency,” as your reason for tardiness. You weren’t exactly lying, you just didn’t want to cry again thinking about what happened earlier in the morning. He finally gave in, allowing you to go in and take the test, however saying he would report this incident to the counselor, fine, you didn’t care.

You sat down, beginning your test, not even paying attention to Henry looking at you with an expression one could only identify as caring. As you were going through your test, you saw a small sheet of paper make its way into your vision on your desk.

“Meet me in the courtyard at lunch.”

You turned to look at Henry, the obvious owner of the note, but he was back focusing on his test.

Lunch came, walking out into the humid air of an Indiana spring, you looked up at the sky, shielding your eyes from the bright afternoon sun.

It was a pretty day, an ironic shame of your ugly circumstances.

You wearily walked over to the table where you and Henry sat last, sitting down, and sighing. Your body felt like it held the weight of a thousand burdens, which to you, it did. You felt guilt rising again in your mind, thinking of your mother, her voice, you didn’t even allow her to speak what would’ve been the last words you heard from her: “I love you too, goodnight, sugar.”

However you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, seeing Henry’s figure come into view, you already felt like you knew what he wanted. He was going to ask why you looked so unfortunate, you knew, it was in his curious, but caring nature. You just questioned why he cared so much.

He walked up to the table, sitting down across from you, giving you that thousand yard stare again, you just looked away, not feeling up to any particularly awkward advances today.

“(Name),” He finally spoke, “Are you okay?”

It was a plain and simple question really, but you couldn’t help but feel your chest become heavy again. The question was one that broke you into a thousand pieces all over again.

“Yes, I am fine.” You lied with a shaky voice, feeling everything you’ve been through hit you like a train. That didn’t phase him to leave you alone, he saw right through those words.

“No.” Henry flatly stated, looking at you with a serious expression, “No, you are not. What is wrong?”

That did it for you. You felt tears spilling out of your eyes, like a river bursting through a weak dam, your weak facade not able to conceal the sadness you felt.

Henry got up from his adjacent seat at the table, and quickly sat beside you, awkwardly placing his arm around your shoulders. This quick embrace surprised you, you’d never felt touch like this other than from your mother, you just looked up at him with tear-ridden eyes. He just looked at you solemnly, as if he felt sorry for you, and you hated it. You hated appearing so weak, so defenseless, you needed your shell, your comfort, the facade you put on everyday to come back. However, it never came, and you allowed the embrace to happen, you melted into it. You dug your head into the slight cavity between his chest and armpit, crying harder into his shirt, and he never pulled away, he only held you closer. You pinched his shirt tight while releasing your emotions, breathing in his slight smell of fresh laundry detergent and subtle vanilla cologne, something that kept you gravitating more into his comfort.

When you finished your small episode, you backed away slowly, his arms releasing you carefully as if you were a piece of porcelain glass. Looking at the mess you made on his shirt: tears, snot, and possibly other things you didn’t want to think about, you just uttered, “I’m sorry..”

“No, no, you are fine,” Henry rested his hand on top of your idly seated hand, another sign of his affection that you recalled.

Embarrassment took over as you realized what just happened. You just confided in Henry Hopper’s arms. The boy that you swore annoyed you upon the day you almost ran over his sister. Even naming that stupid frog after him. Yet, here you are, weak, wavering, opening up to him, feeling your pride slowly suffocating.

Here you go again, about to make the puncture wound in your pride even deeper, “My mom, Henry, she’s …. She’s gone.”

“Gone?” Henry looked perplexed, “She didn’t come home?”

“Yeah, after closing her shop last night, she didn’t come home,” You breathed, adding, “I talked to her last, I told her I loved her, I hung up the phone, and I didn’t even give her the chance to say it back, I-”

“(Name). Breathe, again,” He squeezed your hand a little tighter, “You didn’t have any knowledge of this happening, okay?”

His voice was so comforting, like warm blankets after a cold day, he made the pain feel a bit easier, but even he knew the guilt wouldn’t go away that easily, you were too hard on yourself.

You simply nodded, looking down at the ground, searching for some of your old humanity, but none to be found.

“I told the police,” Henry looked at your face again, which was now hidden by your disheveled hair, “They didn’t seem too concerned. They aren’t going to let it go public unless she is missing for over 24 hours.” He didn’t say anything, just offering comfort physically by massaging the top of your hand with his thumb, an attempt to calm your now shaking knee.

“Then..” Damn, you were just easily unraveling yourself to him, “The lights in my house..”

Henry’s breath stopped in his throat, now looking with seriousness formed on his face.

“The lights in my house are going crazy, flickering all over the place, like a ghost is haunting me.” Before Henry could question you further, a female voice called out your name in concern.

It was Chrissy, walking quickly over to you, worry present in her endearing eyes, “Are you okay? What happened? Why were you late this morning?”

Questions, questions, too many questions, you thought, it reminded you of Callahan at the police station.

You turned to the side to say something to Henry again, but you were too caught up with answering Chrissy to notice his now empty presence.

After you confided in someone for the second time today to Chrissy, you walked to your locker to prepare for your final class of the day. You and Chrissy parted ways, promising that she wouldn’t tell a soul of your mother’s disappearance until it went public. You felt a little worried, but you trusted her, after all, you knew Chrissy was a genuine girl…

Hopefully, you thought. Your mind then skipped back to Henry, embarrassment seeping into your face as you remembered literally screaming into his arms. It made you cringe, but you tried to be easy on yourself, you were going through something that the average human being didn’t have to deal with.

Opening your locker, you huffed thinking about your boring history class, but your attention gravitated toward the ground as you noticed a piece of torn notebook paper fell out of it.

Picking it up, you wondered who was being a stalker, turning it over, you recognized the neat handwriting.

There was a phone number. Words followed under it:

“Call me later. We need to finish our discussion. -H.”

the deyassification of reader

#henry creel x you #001 stranger things #henry creel x reader #henry creel #peter ballard #peter ballard x you #001 x you #jamie campbell x reader #jamie bower #bugs fics #moml series

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