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leelei1980 · 8 months

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Loving Mr.Munson:

Hawkins High Reunion part 2

Dilf!Eddiexreader

🛑Mature Content- Smut Warning- 18+Minors DNI🛑

Tw: P in V ( wrap before you tap!) oral- male receiving and a wee bit of violence.

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One hour. One hour until Eddie's reunion. One hour until you see his old high school, his old classmates that harassed him and one hour until you saw the girl that Eddie secretly pined for throughout High School. Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham Carver to be exact. She was the picture perfect cheerleader, that dated the star athlete- captain of the basketball team and swim team, Hawkins high star Quarterback-Jason Carver, aka Eddie's arch nemesis. Jason Carver hated Eddie in high school, hated him because he had long hair, listened to metal, played Dungeons and Dragons and maybe sold a few drugs to party going teenagers, or teenagers looking to forget about life for a little while. And when the most popular kid in the school paints a target on your back, it isn't long before other kids follow suit and before you know it you are the town freak. It hurt your heart to hear Eddie recount his high school experiences, but he just shrugged it off. Despite all of the horrible things that happened, there were more good memories than bad, he had made life long friends that supported each other through thick and thin and that was what was important.

It was evident this morning that Eddie was nervous about seeing his classmates again, it wasn't until you met up with Eddie's Uncle Wayne at Benny's diner for breakfast that you started to see his nervousness dissipate.

" I'm going to tell you right now boy," Wayne said over a steamy cup of coffee," That not one of those judgmental assholes grew up to do anything spectacular with their lives. A majority of them stayed right here in this shitty little town. That asshole Carver kid,sells cars at a dealership just outside of Indianapolis , and his little dickhead friends- a lot of them work at the Plant that I retired from. The most successful people to ever come out of this town are all the kids you hung out with." Wayne stabbed at an egg while we watched Eddie shuffle around his pancakes on his plates. " Eddie, Son, I can't tell you how proud I am to have you as my boy. You weren't perfect, you did a lot of stupid shit , but you learned from it.You were a young single dad that barely had a pot to piss in, you worked hard, damn hard and raised that kid in a loving home. You started your own successful business, you got your son a college education, he's still a dumbass but he has a degree. "

Eddie chuckled. " I know I've got a lot going for me-"

" Because you worked your damn ass off! Walk into that school gymnasium with your head held high."

You smiled. " Damn Uncle Wayne, your good. You should have been a motivational speaker! I know who I am going to for my next pep talk!"

A smile spread across his weathered face. " Thanks Darlin, oh and please,call me Wayne." He sipped his coffee." It's because I'm old as hell and I've seen some shit in my day. You gotta make the most of what you've got." He snickered." Motivational speaker I am not, especially since the older I get the crankier and more opinionated I get. And I'm pretty sure I would get fired for calling someone a dumbass."

Both you and Eddie laughed.

" So Wayne, have you seen this Chrissy chick? Did she really let herself go after high school?"

It was Wayne's turn to laugh." You don't have anything to worry about Darlin. Your about as pretty as they come."

You turn to Eddie and raise your eyebrows, " What is it with you Munson men and your charm? You better watch out Eddie, it might be time for me to upgrade to Wayne."

Eddie just about choked on his juice and Wayne dropped his fork and laughed.

" You may look sweet but you got a lot of sass in you girlie, I knew it the first time I met ya."Wayne said through chuckles. " You two are meant to be together, two peas in a pod. Both full of piss and vinegar. " he pointed at you."I bet you're a real handful."

You watched Eddie wipe at his face with a napkin, smirking." Oh, you have no idea."

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You wanted to look your best for him, you wanted to feel worthy of walking in on the arm of the Sexiest man in Hawkins, in the world. The invitation had said semi-formal, so you had gone out and bought the classiest but sexiest dresses you could find. Your roommate had helped you narrow it down to a black strapless satin dress that flared at the waist or a form hugging red lace off the shoulder dress that showed off all of your best assets. You went with the latter. Eddie loved your body, worshipped your body, made you feel more confident in your own skin. You never would have worn a dress as sexy as this before, you would have been self conscious of your hips, your breasts,your ass, but you knew that Eddie loved those things about you, and seeing you in this dress was going to drive him crazy. And with sexy red lacy lingerie on underneath he was going to go even crazier seeing you out of it.

You had kicked him out of the bathroom after a steamy shower together, so that you could prepare. You blow dried and curled your long silky hair, fussed over your makeup and slid into your sexy red lace. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, ran your hands over the tight fitting dress and smiled. Yup, he was going to go crazy.

You slowly opened the door and peeked out and your breath caught in your throat. There he stood in a black fitted suit, with a black button down shirt on underneath, and a black tie that at first glance had what looked like little white flowers but upon further examination you realized they were really skull and crossbones. Typical Eddie. The way that his suit was tailored it emphasized his broad shoulders, his trim waist and his tight ass. The suit fit him like a dream. And to top it all off he had his wavy lock's pulled back into a messy bun at the nape of his neck. The sight of him alone made your heart pound , your body hum, you wanted him so badly. It was going to be a long night, him looking so absolutely delicious and you had to wait till the end of the night to touch him.

" Wow," was all you could manage to get out.

Eddie turned at the sound of your voice and his jaw dropped. " Holy Fuck."

He took a couple of long strides toward you, eyes slowly feasting on the sight of you." Goddamn Sweetheart, you look absolutely stunning. Just so fucking beautiful." He wrapped you up in his arms. " That dress, your hair, your body, it's just, your just-"

" Why Edward Munson, you seem a bit flustered." You smiled up at him, sliding your hands down past his waist and squeezing his ass.

" A bit flustered? Just a bit? " Eddie leaned forward and nipped at your lower lip, then kissed your jaw, your throat, you could feel goosebumps on your skin under his warm lips. " You shouldn't have worn this dress Sweetheart." He mumbled into your neck.

" And why is that?"

" Because I'm not going to be able to think about anything other than what I'm going to do to you when I take it off."

You felt your body get hot." It's going to be equally as painful for me not being able to put my hands all over you. You are, damn sexy Mr. Munson."

Eddie growled." Do we really have to go now? Why can't we just stay in and I can tie you up to the bed with my necktie and I can fuck you into oblivion." He grazed your shoulder with his teeth and lightly bit down and it made you shiver.

" That sounds absolutely amazing, but Baby, your friends are counting on us to be there. And look at you- you look so fucking gorgeous, I want everyone to see what a sexy motherfucker you are now."

Eddie sighed and kissed you one last time." Alright, but when we get back tonight Darling-"

" I will be ready with open arms and open legs."

Eddie chuckled. " I can't wait to collect my reward at the end of the night."

You squeezed his ass with both hands and he pressed himself against you. God, you wanted him. " Ok, ok, we really need to get going." You said more to yourself than Eddie. Sadly you let go of him and ran into the bathroom and looked yourself over one more time. Your skin was still flush from his kisses. You decided last minute to throw on some shiny red lip gloss , perfect finishing touch. You zipped it into your small wristlet for touch ups later and stepped into your heels.

" Will you stop already? Every fucking time you walk out of that room you continue to get hotter. Red fucking lipstick? Red heels?"

You smiled coquettishly." I need to look worthy of being on your arm Edward."

" No one is going to be looking at me Sweetheart. " Eddie smirked and pulled something out of his suit jacket pocket." I, uh got you a little something. I hope you like it. I knew that you were going to be dressing up-" he handed you a little velvet box. "Open it!"

You smile and flip the lid of the box open. Inside was a beautiful diamond pendant with matching earrings. "Baby, you didn't have to do this!"

Eddie smiled and took the box from your hand, gently taking out the necklace and clasping it around your neck. It was perfect. " I wanted to. I wanted to show you how much I care for you, love you and besides, it is our three month anniversary."

You ran the pendant along the thin sliver chain. " It's beautiful, I love it. I love you." You lightly pecked his lips mindful of the bright red gloss on your lips. " I don't have anything for you I didn't know we were celebrating month anniversaries -"

" Princess, you have already given me so much, you have given me your love,your affection, your touch. I don't need anything, just you." He smiled a special smile at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling, dimples deep in his cheeks.

" Eddie! Your going to make me cry! Your so incredibly sweet!"

" Don't cry babe, you'll ruin your makeup."

You smile and give him a hug. " I love you."

" I love you too angel. " he kissed the top of your head." Why don't you put those diamonds in your pretty little ears and we'll head out to see if Jason fucking Carver has any hair left on is big fucking head."

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You could feel the nervousness rolling off of Eddie as you sat in his car in the parking lot waiting for Steve, Nancy and Robin to show up.

" It's going to be fine baby." You reached over and rubbed his knee and watched as the bouncing subsided.

" I am so fucking nervous. Just looking at the school, so many fucking memories."

" Nancy told me about your lunch time rants." You smirked." I say if they are all a bunch of assholes you jump up on a table, flip them all off and say Adios Fuckers!"

Eddie laughed." That is definitely something I could do." He put his hand over yours and squeezed it. " Why am I so fucking nervous? Like we are adults now right?"

You both looked up as Steve Harrington pulled into a parking spot across from where the two of you were parked.

Eddie sighed," Here goes nothing."

You both got out of the car and walked over to Steve's SUV.

" Holy Shit Munson, look at you! I've got to say, you clean up real nice. I half expected you to show up in your ripped jeans and leather jacket." Steve joked.

" Yeah well the invite said semi- formal."

" Oh no,it can't be, I don't believe it, but is thee Eddie Munson conforming to society's rules?" Robin teased.

Eddie shook his head and smiled."Shut the fuck up Buckley."

Robin smiled and clapped her hands together. "And there he is, there's our boy!"

Nancy smiled at you."You guys make a very handsome couple."

" I mean we knew you would look great-" Steve nodded to you." But Munson here, is like a Cinderella transformation. Tattered, torn clothes to slick suit."

" Your all a pain in my ass." Eddie smirked.

" But you aren't as nervous now are ya?" Robin pat him on the back.

" No."

" Well let's go people! We aren't getting any younger!" Steve clapped his hands together then started towards the door.

Robin was jittering with excitement, and Eddie slid an arm protectively around your waist.

When you reached the double doors you stopped and turned to Eddie. " Are you ready Baby? "

Eddie drew in a deep breath." As ready as I'll ever be."

" Your amazing Baby, remember that. Your going to blow them away."

He took both your hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles." I'm glad your here, thank you for coming Princess."

" Of course! Now come on, I want to show you off. Those bitches are going to be so jealous."

Eddie chuckled and we walked through the doors.

Steve was already chatting away, the social butterfly of the group, and though he had graduated one year earlier he still knew everyone. Nancy pressed on her ' Nancy Wheeler- Harrington' name tag that also had her adorable senior picture on it. The woman had not changed one single bit over the years.

Robin checked in as well , her tag had a picture of her in her band uniform on it. She laughed, turning back to face you."Look at this nerd!"

" You were so cute in that hat!" You smiled.

When Eddie stepped up to the table the woman sitting behind blinked up at him.

" I'm, uh, Eddie-"

" Eddie Munson? Wow." She looked at him with a surprised look on her face. "I wasn't expecting to see you here, you've really changed."

" Yeah ,well, I grew up." He stood there patiently waiting for his name tag.

You watched as she ogled him for another minute then you cleared your throat." Oh look Eddie, I see your name tag!" You pointed to where it lay on the table before you." Heather? It's Heather, right? Can I just grab this?"

" Oh, yeah!" She blinked, then handed you the name tag. It had Eddie's senior picture on it and it was so freaking cute.

You peeled the backing off and lightly pressed it onto Eddie's chest. " There you go Edward Munson."

" Why thank you Sweetheart." He took your hand and the two of you followed the Harrington- Buckley group down the hall and into the gymnasium. The high school was small, smaller than the one that you had attended, and in a small town like Hawkins you could see how easily it could be for everyone to know everything about one another and how everyone would be in everyone else's business. Kids could be absolutely brutal.

" This place still looks and smells the same, like books, sweat and teenage tears."Eddie chuckled, eyes wondering the hall to the open double doors. You could see streamers and balloons and hear music faintly playing.

" Holy shit, they decorated it to look like it did for the Prom of 86!" Nancy smiled.

" I never would have known, because I wasn't cool enough to go to the Prom of 86." Eddie snickered as we walked in. The gymnasium was packed with people, hugging and looking at posters and catching up. You lightly ran your hand up and down Eddie's back as you watched those intense eyes scan the room.

Eddie pulled you close and whispered, pointing." He was an asshole, he was an asshole, she was an asshole- that kid there, he was cool- I used to sell him weed."

You smiled." But the real question is, do you see Carver?"

" I haven't seen him-"

" Eddie.Fucking. Munson. Is that you?"

Eddie whipped around to the sound of a male voice behind him. " Holy Shit!Jeff?" A smile slowly spreading across his face. " No fucking way!"

Jeff, this was Corroded Coffin and Hellfire Club Jeff.

" What the hell have you been up to man? It's been forever!"

" Ah you know, life. I have a son, Robbie, I'm a Mechanic- I own my own shop where I repair and restore foreign and vintage cars-"

" That's fucking cool man." Jeff shook his head." I can't believe your here."

" I can't believe I'm here. Harrington and Buckley told me about it, my girlfriend talked me into coming." Eddie gestured from you to Jeff."Sweetheart , Jeff, Jeff,Sweetheart."

Jeff shook my hand." Nice to meet you."

You smile." Nice to meet you too! Now you were in Hellfire and Corroded Coffin with Eddie right?"

" That's right. I grew up with this kid." Jeff pat Eddies shoulder.

" What have you been up to?"

" I'm married, unfortunately my wife couldn't make the trip, I have 2 kids, a boy and a girl, I work with computers, I'm just an old fuck with a dad bod now." He pat his stomach than pointed to Eddie. " This son of a bitch went the opposite way, dude your in better shape now than you were in high school, you bastard."

Eddie laughed." I was a scrawny little Fucker. Man, I'm so glad I ran into you here. I was kind of dreading it. Have you heard from the other Coffin guys?"

You turned and scoped the room while Eddie chatted with his friend, Eddie was one hundred percent the best looking man in the room, though you had to admit Steve wasn't bad to look at either. You watched as Nancy and Robin huddled close clearly whispering about former classmates. You decided to take a little stroll around the gymnasium, check out the photos and memory walls that were scattered about. You squeezed Eddies arm lightly and mouthed that you were going to wander about and he smiled and winked at you.

It was fun to look at the fashion, the hairstyles of the people in the photos, look around the room and see if you could match up any of the faces in the photos with the faces in the room. You got to a large picture and stopped. It was a picture of Eddie, in all his glory, playing his guitar in the talent show. His head was thrown back, foot up on his amp and it looked like his fingers were flying up the fretboard. He was so fine. You had yet to see him play his guitar in real life, but after seeing these pictures... You couldn't wait to show him this.

The next photograph was Prom king and queen 1986- Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham. You studied the picture. Chrissy was for sure a beautiful girl, small and petite,long blonde hair , and blue eyes, and if you hadn't known what an asshole Jason was you might have thought that he was cute too. Athletic build, again blonde hair and blue eyes. The picture perfect couple.

" Ahh, the good old days, it seems like it was a million years ago." You heard a quiet female voice behind you. You turned and there before you was Chrissy Carver. She looked the same, just older, slight crows feet at the corners of her eyes, body a little fuller but she was still in great shape. She smiled at you and extended her hand, "Hi, I'm Chrissy, Carver, and you are? First of all too young to be part of the class of 86." She chuckled.

You smiled and lightly shook her hand and introduced yourself. " Definitely not class of 86, but I'm here with my boyfriend, he was class of 86. I was just admiring his picture." You gestured to the picture of Eddie.

Her eyebrows furrowed." Your here with Eddie Munson? He's here?" Her eyes darted around the room.

" Yes he's here, in fact," you scanned the room and caught his eye, he smiled. You waved for him to come over." He is coming over as we speak. "

You watched her jaw drop, her eyes wander over him as he closed the distance between you.You could see his eyes widen as he realized who you were standing with.

" He was so nervous about coming, you know because of everything that happened in high school, sounds like he was treated like shit."

Chrissy shook her head." I'm afraid it's true, I never quite understood it. He was always so nice and kind to me, it was my husband-"

Eddie had finally reached us." Hello ladies, " he kissed your cheek and slid an arm around your waist. " Chrissy, nice to see you."

She stared at him eyes wide." Eddie, you look fantastic. I can't believe your here."

" I figured it was time to come back, the Harrington's persuaded me to come, and it was a good excuse to come visit my Uncle."

" I'm glad you came back. You just kind of disappeared after high school."

" No, I was here- everyone was just caught up in their own lives to notice. It's fine. I'm sure no one cared what happened to me, everyone hated me-"

" I didn't hate you Eddie, I thought you were sweet-"

" You were always nice to me, I appreciated that. " Eddie nodded. " Life got real complicated for me after graduation. I became a Father, like right after high school, had to work a lot to support my son, his mom left so I had to raise him on my own. Wayne, my friends, were amazing. It was hard, but I made it. For as much of a fuck up as I was in high school, I turned out alright . I own my own business, an auto restoration shop,put my kid through school, found myself an amazing woman, I've got a lot to be proud of. I wanted to come back and show everyone that they were wrong about me." He smirked and pulled you closer.

" Sounds like you did alright for yourself Eddie-"

" Holy shit it's the Freak."

You felt Eddie's body tense for a second then relax as you squeezed him.

Jason Carver walked through the crowd looking cocky and arrogant and to your amusement , old. He was no longer the Prom king that you had seen in the photo, with the perfect hair and athletic build. His hair was slightly thinning and he had a beer gut. You smirked to yourself. Time had not been as good to Jason Carver as it had been to Eddie. Karma is a bitch.

Chrissy's face turned red. " Jason, Honey," she started as if pretending that she hadn't heard him call Eddie a Freak." You remember Eddie Munson?"

Jason smirked." How could I forget the Freak of Hawkins High? "

Eddie just shook his head and smirked." I see some things haven't changed Carver , your still an Asshole. I was hoping you would grow out of it."

Chrissy, clearly embarrassed by her husband's actions tried to change the subject." Jason, Eddie works with cars too. He owns a shop-"

" Grease monkey? Seems fitting." Jason said smugly. What a fucking dick.

" And what is it you do?" You asked. Jason then turned his attention on you, looking you over a slow smile spreading across his face. " I run a car dealership just outside of Indianapolis, a big outfit, I've been salesman of the year last five years." He said , proud of himself.

You gave him an amused smile." Must be your sparkling personality. " You heard Eddie chuckle."I'm surprised that they don't see through your phony facade, see your inner douchebag. Good for you for keeping that shit hidden."

Jason's smile faded." Your a real class act Sweetheart."

You felt Eddie stir beside you, but you squeezed his hand." I'd say the same for you. You clearly peaked in high school, you still obviously think you're the shit. Your middle aged man that should know better and yet your still a fucking bully." You watched his face falter.

Jason took one step closer." You don't know shit. Your just going to stand there, Munson ,and let her fight your battles for you."

Eddie shook his head." I didn't come here for a fight Carver. Your the one that can't move on." Eddie looked down at you and smirked, " and to answer your question, no, I don't need her to fight my battles, but to be perfectly honest with you, she's doing one hell of a good job."

" Your a coward, always running away,"

" I'm an grown ass man that doesn't feel that it is necessary to fight, Jason."

Chrissy tugged on Jason's arm." Come on Honey, I want to show you this poster of us-"

" We are kind of in the middle of something here ."

Eddie glanced over at Chrissy. " We aren't in the middle of anything. As far as I am concerned this discussion is over."

You looked at Chrissy, who still looked mortified. " You are a Saint for putting up with his shit. You seem so sweet, I truly hope he treats you better than he treats everyone else."

Eddie drew you in close." Come on Doll, let's go for a walk."

You smile up at him." I'd love that."

You heard Jason mumbling under his breath as the two of you walked away.

" Hey, you guys aren't leaving yet are you?" Harrington asked as you walked past a table where he and Nancy and Robin sat.

" No, just had a little run in with fucking Carver, just need to get out of here for a few, going to give my girl the grand tour."

" I can't believe I missed it! You had it out with Jason, and I missed it?"

" You didn't miss much, but I'll tell you what, my sweet Princess here, she is a fucking sniper with words. She took Jason down a couple of notches in mere seconds." He kissed you on the top of the head.

" Just gave him a taste of his own medicine." You smiled.

" Shit, I would have loved to see that!" Steve shook his head.

" That's what you get for being so popular Harrington, Mr. Social butterfly." Robin smirked.

Eddie took my hand." We'll be back guys." He gave them a little wave then then pulled you out into the hallway.

" I'm going to show you my favorite hangouts in this god forsaken school." He wandered down the corridor, " There is the Cafeteria, where I sat with Hellfire and jumped on tables , ranting about whatever was on my mind. My friends loved it, the jocks hated it and the lunch ladies were sick of my shit and probably had a party the day I actually graduated because they knew they wouldn't have to deal with that again." Eddie smiled and we peeked inside. " Our table was over by that window there." He pointed then squeezed your hand." So moving on-". He pulled you further down the hallway then stopped." This was my locker. Mostly home to the homework I didn't do,doodles I drew in class and my lunchbox full of pot that I would sell to kid's after school in the woods behind the football fields."

You loved watching him reminisce, it made you smile. He showed you the library, the auditorium and last but not least, the drama room.

" This is where we would have all of our Hellfire meetings. I would put blood, sweat and tears into those campaigns. We spent so many hours in this room."Eddie reached for the doorknob, gave it a turn and to our surprise we heard a click and the door opened." No fucking way. I can't believe they left this door unlocked." He looked down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear than he stepped inside tugging me in. He flipped the light switch and closed the door. He chuckled." Holy shit, it looks the same! I can't fucking believe it," he jogged over to the corner of the room. This room must have been filled with props from the last 30 years worth of school plays. You watched as he moved a few fake boulders out of the way then dragged forward what appeared to be a throne.

" I sat in this chair at the head of a table for every single campaign. It was my "privilege " as Dungeon Master of Hellfire to sit on this throne." He sighed then slowly sank into it. A slow smile spread across his face." I had my folders and maps and guidebooks, and strategy guides all set up in front of me. Some of the best nights of my high school life were spent right here in this chair." He leaned back,legs spread apart, elbows resting on the arms of the chair. You gulped, Jesus Christ, did he look sexy.

" Sooo, some of the best moments of your life were spent here in this room, in that chair?" You smirked.

Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. "Chair? This is not simply a chair Sweetheart, it was my throne."

" Oh sorry." You turned and walked to the door, slowly turning the lock, trying to be as quiet as possible.

" What are you doing Princess?" Eddie smiled amused.

Your lips turned up into a mischievous smile, and you flipped off the light switch. The room went dark for a moment and then some dim emergency lighting came on." Oh Dungeon Master," You started ,walking slowly across the room, reaching behind you and lowering the zipper of your dress. "Would thou bestow upon me the honor, the privilege, of joining you on your throne and perching upon your lap?" You step out of your dress as soon as the lace hits the floor. You stood before Eddie in your red lace push up bra ,barely there red lace thong and your heels.

" Fuck. " He leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs." You have no idea what you are doing to me right now Sugar."

The lighting was dim but you could see exactly what you were doing to him. The look on his face, a look of pure, raw lust, his eyes fixed on you, your body.

" What am I doing to you Eddie?" You asked running your hand over your chest.

He sat back on the throne, running a hand slowly over his face." You called me fucking Dungeon Master, Sweetheart." He loosened the tie around his neck.

" I did." You took a couple steps closer, you could hear his breath hitch, then in an instant he reached out and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you onto his lap.

Eddie buried his face in your neck, began kissing and nibbling your skin. "Your driving me fucking insane." He whispered, biting your earlobe.

You gasped." I haven't even started yet baby."

He moaned. " Can you feel what you're doing to me right now? Can you feel how fucking hard I am?"

You most definitely could. You finished untying his necktie and threw it to the floor, unbuttoned his suit coat ,than you ran your hands up his chest to his broad shoulders and slid the jacket down behind his back." Your so fucking sexy." You breathed. You saw his breathing quicken as you slowly started to unbutton his shirt. When you finally reach the bottom you tug at it to release it from his trousers and open it wide revealing his inky , taut body beneath. God you wanted him so badly.

You lightly ran your perfectly manicured nails lightly down his chest, you saw him shiver and it made you smile. "What's the matter Baby?"

" Your fucking teasing me, I'm about to lose my goddamn mind." He reached out and cupped your face in his hand, slowly running his thumb over your full lips. You lightly bit it and drew it into your mouth and he groaned.

" Fuuck-" he threw his head back and you pounced. You kissed his neck, throat , chest , slithering your way down his body until you were between his legs, on your knees before him. You worked quickly at his belt, his pants, pulling and tugging until they were down on the floor and finally his cock was free. You locked eyes with him , licked the tip then slowly took him into your mouth.

" Jesus Christ Princess, f- fuck," he stuttered as you bobbed your head, back and forth , slowly taking him fully in,running your tongue along the underside of his penis,swirling then pulling off with a pop. You kitten licked the tip, lapping at him,then running your tongue along his shaft.The moans spilling from his mouth were making your panties wet.

" You look so fucking gorgeous with your pretty mouth around my cock. Fu- fuck."

You pulled back, switching to your hand , slowly stroking as you looked directly into his gorgeous eyes." Do you want more, my darling Mr.Munson? "

"Mmmmmm.-" he said , biting his lip.

" I need you to use your words baby," you teased." What do you want? What do you want me to do-"

" Fuck me, please-" he panted.

" Alright, my sweet boy." You got to your feet and stood above him.

He reached forward and unclasped your bra, watching it fall to the floor then leaning forward , sitting on the edge of his throne , he took your breast into his mouth.

It was your turn to groan as he licked and sucked, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses from your breast to your navel. It gave you goosebumps.

He hooked his thumbs around your panties and pulled them down. "Please," he mumbled into your tummy." I need to be inside you."

You tilted his chin up and leaned down to kiss his lips. When you pulled away you spun around, facing away from him, straddling him,slowly lowering yourself down onto his perfect cock. You gasped, he was so deep from this angle, you were so full.

" Oh god, Eddie. You feel incredible."

He pressed his chest into your back, you could feel his rapid heartbeat,his face nuzzled into your hair, one hand reaching around to fondle your breast, the other sliding between your slick folds and circling the bud inside.

" Your so wet for me." He whispered, his breath hot on your neck as he drove up into you. You both groaned.

" Feels so good Eddie, so fucking good." You rocked your hips and when that wasn't enough you bounced up and down at an unrelenting pace, you needed it, you needed that sweet release. You had wanted this, wanted him from the second you stepped out and saw him in that suit.

He bucked his hips wildly, slamming into that soft spot deep inside you , you fought to hold back your cry. You could feel the wave of ecstasy wash over you as you whimpered his name." Eddie, Eddie, oh Eddie,"

A low growl came out from deep within his chest, you could feel the vibration on your back. He dragged his teeth lightly across your skin and he gently bit your shoulder, a moan escaping your lips, sending him spiraling over the edge.

You pressed back against him , panting, your legs screaming from the workout you gave them, but the burn worth it as his arms wrapped around you. He brushed your hair aside and placed soft kisses along your neck and your back then snuggled in. " I love you so fucking much Sweetheart. " he nibbled on your ear ." Thank you for defending my honor, your fucking hot when your heated."

You giggled." Oh course Baby, I would do anything for you. I love you."

He pulled you close one last time." I suppose we should be getting back, people are going to wonder where we went."

" I suppose you are right." You sighed, exiting his lap. You searched the floor for your dress , bra and panties, dressing as you found each article of clothing. Once Eddie was sufficiently dressed you flipped on the light switch and gasped. " Oh no Baby!"

" What?" Eddie asked a look of concern on his face.

You smirked and pointed to his chest. There were red lip prints trailing from his neck all the way down to his belt. " I , uh , forgot about the lip gloss."

Eddie smiled as he looked down." I shall wear them as a badge of honor, 'tis a great privilege to wear the mark of a lady as beautiful and enchanting as you." He picked up your hand and kissed it, then winked and flashed you a devilish smile.

" Your incorrigible." You smiled back.

He bowed dramatically then took the band out of his hair and shook his head, his curls tumbling over his shoulders.

You wrapped a curl around your finger than gave it a little tug, winked back then started buttoning up his shirt with your nimble fingers. When you got two from the top he stopped you.

" I'm not putting that fucking tie back on. I was sophisticated Eddie Munson long enough." He tucked his shirt back into his pants.

" Still pretty fucking sexy if you ask me." You leaned in and kissed his full lips again. You chuckled as you pulled away ." I must look like a mess. I need to find a bathroom and make myself presentable."

" You look fucking fantastic," he grabbed your ass and pulled you against him again. He kissed the tip of your nose and leaned his forehead against yours."That was easily the best experience I have ever had in this room."

You smiled. " Your welcome Dungeon Master."

Eddie slapped your ass." Come on beautiful." He shoved his tie in his pocket, took your hand and draped his suit coat over your shoulders. When he got to the doorway he turned and looked at the room one last time then flipped the light switch off.

You cleaned yourself up in the nearest girls room, fixed your hair with a clip and reapplied your makeup, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face.

When you reached the gymnasium you made your way back over to the table where your friends were sitting.

" Jesus Christ Munson, did you get lost? This school isn't that big." Steve stared at Eddie a second." Wait a fucking minute. Weren't you wearing a tie? Wasn't your hair back?"

" Your so observant Harrington."Eddie smirked.

" Is that, lip stick on your chest? " Steve lowered his voice." Did you two have sex? Like here in the school? "

Nancy backhanded Steve." That's none of your business, nosey!"

" A true gentleman doesn't kiss and tell Harrington."

You could feel a blush warm your cheeks. You heard a slow song playing in the background, " Baby, will you dance with me?"

" Absolutely, Love." He slung an arm around your shoulder and walked you to the dance floor, Steve and Nancy following close behind.

You didn't speak as he wrapped his arms around you, you just moved around the floor in comfortable silence, again enjoying the closeness. You watched as Steve spun Nancy around,you watched her smile, then wave for Robin to come over and cut in.

You watched as eyebrows raised as people recognized Eddie, watched as women slowly looked him over then looked back back at their husbands. It made you giggle into his chest and it made him hold you closer.

The rest of the night was more dancing, and reminiscing, Eddie making casual conversation to people that came over, curious to see what he was up to these days, apologizing for their shitty behavior in their youth. At the end of the night the five of you walked out of the school and down to the parking lot, laughing,feet sore and totally exhausted but happy that you had attended.

" So Sweetheart," Eddie whispered in your ear," What do you say when we get back , we pop a bottle of wine and soak in that amazing tub-"

" Hey Freak!"

Eddie groaned and shook his head. "Fucking Carver, just has to get in the last fucking word-"

Jason stepped out from beside his car, Chrissy again looking absolutely mortified." Jason let's go!"

" Wait a minute Chrissy, I have unfinished business here with the fucking freak of Hawkins."

" Uh Eddie? " Steve walked up beside him. " Do you want me to take care of him?"

" No, I got it."

" I'll be your backup."

" Ok Harrington." Eddie stepped infront of you protectively." I already told you Carver, we have no unfinished business, I'm over it, I've moved on-"

" Oh look, he's going to be a man and not sic his little guard dog on me-"

You peeked around from behind Eddie, knowing full well that he was referring to you,but he held you back with his hand.

" What the fuck did you just say about my girl? " Eddie said through gritted teeth.

Jason smirked, knowing he had struck a nerve ." I said that I'm glad to see that you put your guard dog back in her cage-"

Before anyone could register what was happening Eddie hauled off and nailed Jason right in the nose. Chrissy screamed, Jason landed on the ground with an "Oof", and Steve hollered " Holy Shit!"

You held onto Eddie as he shook out his hand." Fuck! " he looked over at Chrissy who was knelt down beside Jason." I'm uh , sorry Chrissy."

She sighed and looked up at Eddie." It's been a long time coming. I'm surprised it took you this long to knock his fucking lights out." She took some tissues out of her purse and dabbed at his nose as he sat dazed for a moment. "You should probably get out of here."

" Do you need any help getting him to the car?"

" I got it slugger." Steve pat Eddie on the back." It's about damn time."

Nancy went over and stood with Chrissy while Steve helped Jason up and into his car. Jason glared at Eddie and started to say something when Robin leaned over." You just got knocked the fuck out Carver. I'd say if you were a smart man you would just let it go."

You looked up at Eddie and then waved goodbye to the others as you closed the gap to Eddie's car. " Thank you for defending my honor."

He smiled down at you" Of course, I would do anything for you baby. I love you." He kissed the top of your head then opened the door for you." Can I be totally straight with you?"

" Always." You sat down in your seat and he closed the door for you.

He walked around and climbed in. “ I have been dreaming of beating his ass for years, but honestly it was anti climatic, and it kinda hurt my hand, he’s got a fucking hard head.”

You laugh.” My poor baby.” You take his hand and kissed his knuckles.” I bet I know of a way I can make you forget all about your hand. And I PROMISE that you will get the climax you are hoping for.”

Eddie smiled and started the car and the engine purred.” Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

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whywhaatt · 11 months

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write some angst. huge sad angst. argument? sure! fucking idk make me cry. any cc, idc, just make me sad.

we got some sad shit baby💪💪💪

"You need to leave." (big t x reader)

words: 1.368

a/n: ok so basically... i just got drunk, then when i was sober i wrote how i was thinking. sorry if its hard to read but have fun :)

warnings: alcohol mention + use, yelling, and a whole lot of cussing

Tanner is getting on my god damn nerves. Last night, I spent the night alone in my apartment and dressed for a date that did not happen. Every text and call I send him I get no answer. I can't tell if I'm supposed to be upset, worried, or pissed off but somehow I'm feeling all three.

For context, we've had this date planned for a couple of weeks. It's already been postponed due to my job or random things Nick asks him to do. And after 3 weeks, we finally both had a free day to have a simple and good date.

15 missed calls, 50+ texts, and 10 hours later I just parked my car in front of Tanner's house. I've gotta calm down. It could've been a mistake, a stupid mistake at that but we all mistakes. No what am I thinking, he deserves to get yelled at. So many thoughts are going through my head. At one point I'm pissed off, but on the other I don't know what happened.

I grab my shit, locking my car behind me, and walk up to the front door. Giggling at the "gay" welcome mat, I ring the door bell... no answer. Okay? I'll just ring it again... no answer again. What is going on? Nick's room is right here, at least he should be able to hear it.

I'm calling Nick.

"Hello?" He picks up the phone.

"Hey Nick, I'm outside. Can you let me in?"

"Yeah sure, one sec" He hangs up. A couple of seconds later, the door opens. A simple "thanks" comes out my mouth all muffled as I shove past Nick to walk towards Tanner's room. Isaac sitting on the couch, looks up and let's me know Tanner's still asleep. Great. Just great... I don't want to wake him up in a bad mood.

Whatever. He deserves it. I need to know what happened. I slam open his door to see him laying in bed sound asleep, with alcohol bottles covering his desk and his sweatpants on the floor next to the bed. His room's a mess, well when isn't it really? The only time its considered to be clean is when you clean it.

He must've heard the door open, cus he slowly wakes up and turns over to see me standing in his room.

"Baby, w-what are you doing here?" he asks so innocently.

"What am I doing here?? I should be asking what you're doing here?" I'm basically yelling.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?!? What do I- uh. I can't with you. We had a date planned for last night!"

"Wha- OH!! Baby, baby please come here. Please come here I'm so sorry."

'No- No absolutely not. What did you do last night? Tell me."

"I-I was drinking with Isaac and Yumi. We played that stupid truck sim game and streamed. Then I just drank and watched anime until I passed out I guess." He admits. What. The. Fuck. I must've said that out loud cus Tanner immediately started to apologize again, "I'm so sorry baby, I completely forgot. Please let me make it up to you".

"No, I'm going home. You better find a way to make this better" I say as I walk out his room and closing the door behind me. The guys must've heard it all happen, cus I could feel Isaac and Nick staring at me as I walk out the front door. I didn't say a word, I just kept my head low and kept walking towards my car. Once I got in my car I just needed to scream.

FUCK.

Okay, that's a little bit better.

I got home and immediately turned my phone completely off, tossing it on my night stand and not looking back. I just need to do something else, get my mind off of what just happened. I need a drink. I grab some alcohol from the mini fridge I keep next to my desk. It's a vodka kind of day.

5 shots in...

10 shots in...

20 gulps in...

fuuuck. maybe i should've stopped like 20 sips ago. were those even considered sips? they were too big to be sips. my brain is fuzzzzyyy.

i gottta admiT what i said to Tanner was fuckked up, but i don't mean any of it. I should text him. N-NO!! I'm not texting him.

But I miss him, no I dont. fuck im crying now. ok this is happeninggg. I need to lay down. go lay on the bed. okay. im on the bed now.

knock knock knock

what. what the fuck was what.

knock knock knock

there it is again. am i dying? fuck. is that god? it's getting louder

knock knock knock

oh wait. its my frontt dooor. silly me. i'll go open it. come on body get up. one steep at a time.

"Baby. You scared me." oohhhh iits tanner.

"H-H-Heeeeeeeyyyy Taaaannnerrrrr" wait no i'm mad at him. actually, i'm just falling, oh shit.

"Oh my god, let's get you in bed. Come on" heee says while catching me, he's so strongg. i can feel his muscles, oh my god.

im laying down now. in my bed, i don't remember getting here. oh yeah Tanner.

"Y-Youu, youung sir, you neeed to leave" i slur outt, hehe.

"I'm not leaving you like this"

"Buuut. I'm mad at you a-a-and so you need to leave."

"Just go to-"

I woke up in pajama's and a massive headache. What the-

"Are you okay?" Oh. I remember now. I shake my head yes and sit up to see Tanner sitting on the foot of my bed. God, I'm regretting a lot of shit now.

"Baby... I'm so sorry. Can we talk about this? I need to apologize a lot." He says, so quiet it's basically a whisper. He looks up at me meeting my eyes. Was he.. crying? His eyes were all puffy and his hair was all messed up.

"Look, I fucked up. I know I did. But, baby, please forgive me for it. This is the first date I've missed in the forever the fuck long we've been dating. You didn't deserve that. You don't deserve that. I tried to think of all the things I could buy you, or do for you, to make up. But truthfully, the best option was being here for you and letting you know I care.

"I know you don't want to hear this right now, but I love you. I love you so fucking much. At the end of the day, I would choose you over anybody. Please, baby, just forgive me so I can forgive myself." Tanner whispers, a few tear leaving his eyes.

"It's sad, the first thought I had is that you were cheating on me. Then I thought you died, or just decided you hated me. I spent all of last night on the couch crying in the outfit I would've worn. I'm sorry I yelled at you, I just let my emotions get the best of me. You just... You really scared me. I thought I lost you." I confess. I can't make eye contact with him. I close my eyes as streams of tears run down my face and onto the pillow I've been holding. I feel the bed shift and I think Tanner got up and walked away, but suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

For the past 30 minutes Tanner and I have been doing the 3 C's: cuddling, crying, and comforting.

"Relationships are hard" I think aloud.

"Yeah but we make it work." Tanner says, kissing my neck. My head is still pounding from all the alcohol I had, I can imagine Tanner was feeling the same when I yelled at him. To whoever said relationships were supposed to be easy, fuck you. It's hard to put your total 100% trust and love into one person all the time. And on top of that, you get that back. Plus work, or school, and making sure you're still taking care of yourself.

"I'm glad I have you" I confess.

Today was a long ass day.

a/n: this one is shorter, but i honestly cried while writing it. sorry if the drunk part is too hard to read!! requests are open so do whatever you will with that information. love yall, and thank you so much for all the support

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not-a-space-alien · 3 months

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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 8

Part eight of the fourth crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings: Explicit sex (PiV, oral, cisM/TransM), internalized transphobia

In this chapter: Sweet soft sensual love between two uwu cinnamon rolls

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Jim takes things slow, following Valen's lead in their relationship. He's content to just be together, and he doesn't want to overstep after their first kiss. He only starts kissing Valen on the mouth after Valen starts.

Valen starts to warm up to the idea of kissing, and he starts to kiss Jim on the mouth sometimes before bed. One night, as they lay there in bed, Valen asks Jim how the fangs affect kisses. Does he accidentally hurt him? Does it make it scary?

"It doesn't hurt," Jim assures him. "It was scary at first, I gotta admit. Made me hesitate the first time for sure. But it's not like Kane was kissing me." He makes a grossed-out face. "I'm not scared of your fangs anymore. It's you."

Valen smiles, letting it stretch all the way to his eyes without worrying about it showing his teeth. He thinks about cracking a joke about Kane, but he doesn't want Jim to dwell on Kane more than he already is.

"I'm glad," is what he says instead, and he kisses Jim again, folding his arms into his chest and letting himself be held.

Jim kisses Valen back through a smile, holding him. "How about you?" he asks after. "I know you've got your own stuff to deal with. Am I scary?"

"You're not scary, no." It's difficult to explain what aspect of being with Jim is scary. He's scared of the potential of something.

"You forget sometimes? Go back there in your head?" Jim asks. That's been happening to him, it's terrifying and annoying. He figures maybe it happens to Valen, too.

"Yes, a little," he says. "Although I imagine it's not as bad for me as it is for you. What you went through is much worse than anything I've ever gone through."

"It's not a competition. You don't need to play it down like that. What you went through was fucked up," Jim says. "You know, we don't have to have sex if you don't wanna. Like, ever. Just wanted to make sure you know that."

Valen nods. Jim is so sweet. "Thank you. That means a lot to me." He takes a shuddering breath. "We should try, though. I've never done it with...anyone else. And maybe it'll be different. I don't want, I won't let him steal the possibility from me. Just... Just promise me you won't look at me differently afterwards?"

"Course I won't. I'd never look at you different. Whenever you're ready, we can give it a shot." Jim assumes Valen doesn't mean “try now.” "Your pace."

"Okay," says Valen, who does mean "try now" and hadn't really thought about waiting for some other night. "I think I'm ready. Go, go ahead." He wants to try it, but Jim has given him no way forward. Jim doesn't initiate, he lets Valen set the pace, and Valen is so used to only putting on the brakes, and fending off advances, that he has no idea how to invite them in a way that feels safe. He just lies there after giving Jim permission.

"Oh! Oh, alright." Jim internally kicks himself for being so awkward. "Hey, is there anything you don't want me to do? For me, well, you know I don't like my neck touched."

"Oh, yes," says Valen. "I, I also think I wouldn't like--well, not touched, but, my neck--if you would please not....try to choke me. Or hold me down. Or...Do you have condoms? I-I don't want to get pregnant." He flushes. Is such a thing even possible with a human?

"Holy shit, is that actually possible?" Jim asks. He doesn't think so, but maybe Valen knows something he doesn't. He's the science nerd. Or maybe, Valen just wants him to wear a condom and that's his way of asking.

“I’m not sure if it’s possible… I just want to be on the safe side.”

"Oh. Right. I mean, yeah, I got 'em. And I'd never do that other stuff. Holding down and choking are- yeah, big nos for me too. Not fun." He’s had enough of both of those from Kane.

He kisses Valen on the temple. "Be right back." He goes to his room to get a condom.

When Jim leaves the room, Valen lays himself out on the bed, trying to look seductive. Wait, Jim is homosexual, he's not attracted to women. He can't act like a woman, he has to act like a man. But Jim is also going to act like a man, how can they both do that? He starts to take his own shirt off, thinking he might panic if Jim undresses him, but then remembers that will expose his breasts. Jim probably will find them horribly unattractive, thinking them womanly. He'll probably think the same about his labia. But then, how will they have sex if Jim won't find those parts attractive? He flops down on his back, faceup. He's thinking too much. Just let Jim do it. That's what he's always done, just lie there and let his partner do it. He shouldn't be trying to figure it out, that's not how he does it.

Jim returns with a condom in hand. He puts it on the nightstand and lays down next to Valen. "Hey. It's alright, it's not like before. I'm not him. We're doing this for it to be fun for both of us. You can stop anytime you want and nothing bad'll happen." He cups Valen's cheek. "You wanna take my clothes off?"

Valen nods as Jim speaks. "Yeah. It'll be nice. Um, no, you-you take your clothes off. You just, just do what you think seems good, and I'll stop you if I don't like it. Please?"

"Yeah, whatever you wanna do." Jim takes his shirt off. "No more Lyme." he says with a goofy grin. "I've never been with a trans guy before, so, you know, I'm flying half-blind. You gotta let me know what feels good." He's honestly had little experience in general. Kane took him when he was only 19, so a single awkward experience from 6 years ago is all he has to work off of.

He lightly takes the edge of Valen's shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off?"

"Yes," he says. "Go ahead. Um, are you sure you'll find me attractive? With them off?"

"I've never been more sure of anything." Jim says confidently.

He kisses Valen before pulling his shirt over his head. Jim's hands run lovingly up Valen's sides, slipping under his binder to pull that off, too.

Valen lets out a nervous squeak. "Um, l-leave that on, actually? Um, you can take my pants off, though. I, I didn't shave though."

Jim's hands slide back down, leaving the binder in place. "Yeah, me neither." he says lightheartedly.

He goes to take his own off first, lowering them and his boxers in one go. He's half-hard, and though he's excited, he's also more than a little nervous. He's scared he's just gonna do a shit job and Valen won't have a good time and won't want to be with him anymore. His hands go to Valen's waistband next.

Valen looks at Jim's erection with fascination, his sample size of penises he has seen outside of an educational setting doubling from 1 to 2. He thinks this will feel good--hopes it, because if it doesn't feel good with Jim, well then it just might not be for him, and he wants to take sex back as something he has ownership of, not just something that happens to him.

Yeah. That's what he wants. He puts his hands over Jim's hands and helps him lower Valen's pants down, revealing his boxer-briefs. "Um, usually Priscus would do something like rub my back first, when we got to this point," he says shyly. "To give me some extra time to relax before we start."

Valen is gorgeous. Jim's never seen this much of him before: he's always wearing all those layers of black clothes, and he makes sure to discreetly give him privacy when changing.

The mention of Priscus gives him pause, but Valen's saying it like something he likes. "How about you lie down and I'll rub your back, then? That sounds nice."

"Yes, please." He lays down. He loves having his back rubbed. This was one of the few things Priscus contributed to the whole process that he appreciated... Although he didn't want to give him too much credit, because he only did it because Valen had started to desperately suggest things to slow the process down.

Jim massages Valen's back, hands working lightly at his muscles. "You're gorgeous, by the way," he says bashfully.

"Th-thank you," Valen says, burying his face in his hands, red from nose to ears. "You're–you're also quite attractive."

Jim goes red too, and the two of them sit there hiding their faces, embarrassed and red and excited. They both break into giggles, which eases the tension.

Jim goes back to rubbing Valen’s back. Valen lets out a few satisfied moans. "What, um, what position do you think would be best for us to try?"

"Hmm." Jim considers, rubbing circles into Valen where he lets out those satisfied little sounds at. "I've never been, uh, the one on top before. This is a whole new world of sexual possibilities. How you feel about... lotus? You could sit in my lap. No one's on top of anyone, and I'd get to look at you." He smiles. "Or I could eat you out, if you want." He figures he'll throw that in there. Maybe it'll be further away from what Priscus had done, and feel safer.

Valen flushes beet red, even redder than before. "Oh? I've never done anything like that before. We were, were having sex strictly for procreation, so we didn't do anything that-- well, you get the idea." He twists his hands in the sheets. He's been having a hard time thinking of sex as anything other than him taking a penis in the vagina until the owner of said penis ejaculates. But that's the point, he's trying to make it something better. "You can try if you like. Um, it shouldn't be hard to find because, because the testosterone has made it a lot bigger. It's not quite a micropenis, but..."

He flips over, gazing at Jim, totally embarrassed and unable to figure out how to handle the attention being paid to his own desires.

Jim's smile grows as he sees how red Valen is getting. He's cute. He kisses right below Valen's binder, and keeps kissing as his face goes lower and lower. "I wanna make you feel good." he breathes when he reaches Valen's boxers, hooking his fingers under the waistband.

Valen hides his face. "Go ahead, go-go ahead." He slips his underwear down and spreads his legs, still not making eye contact, still overwhelmed and squirming with embarrassment

Jim ducks his head between Valen's legs. His tdick isn't quite big enough for him to treat it like he has sucking dick before, but it should be basically a similar principle, right? Stimulation feels good. He licks around it teasingly, his arms sliding under Valen's thighs.

Valen tries not to squeal, letting out overwhelmed moans instead. He threads his fingers through Jim's curls, stopping just short of actually grabbing, trying to keep his hands light.

Jim freezes for a second when Valen's hands go to his hair, his heart suddenly gripped with fear. But he's not grabbed and pulled and manhandled. Valen's touch is soft. Gentle. He's safe. He relaxes again, resuming his efforts. He licks Valen's tdick experimentally, slowly at first.

Valen pauses when Jim freezes. "Oh, are you all right? Is that all right?"

Jim picks his head up. "All good, jus' don't pull. You can grab if you don't pull." he decides. Valen is safe. Jim ducks his head back down between Valen's thighs, swirling his tongue around his tdick.

Valen squirms, running his hands through Jim's hair, stroking, scritching his scalp

We were having sex strictly for procreation. Valen's probably never had this part of him paid attention to by another person.

Jim flicks his tongue, trying out different things to see what Valen likes best. Whenever Valen reacts well, he keeps going with that for a bit before switching it up. He hugs the thighs around his head. He likes Valen's hands in his hair. It's totally different, now.

Valen reacts the strongest to broad, steady licks. At one point when Jim happens to sucks his Tdick by taking it between his lips, Valen reacts very strongly to that, gasping. "Oh, keep doing that, keep doing that please." He starts to clench his hands in Jim's hair but then remembers not to. This is a disaster waiting to happen. He loves the feeling of Jim's hair, but he knows it's foolish to keep going the way he is, so he removes his hands from Jim's head and grabs the sheets.

When Jim hugs his thighs around his head, it's all he can do not to crush his skull between his legs. He whimpers, legs trembling, hands twisting in the sheets beneath him.

Oh, you like that? Jim keeps going, picking up the pace a little, pleased he's getting such a strong positive reaction from Valen. It seems like Valen's given up with his hair, which is probably for the best to avoid any accidental pulling, even if Jim likes it.

Valen starts to pant, grinding on Jim's face, squirming and whimpering and crying, overwhelmed, begging him to keep going. His toes curl, his eyes roll back in his head, his whole body shudders. There's a huge rippppppppp as Valen claws the sheets, going silent except for strangulated breaths as he writhes in ecstasy. It’s a Herculean effort to control his limbs and not kick out to send Jim flying across the room.

The orgasm seems to last a long time for something that came over him so quickly. When it finally peters out, Valen lies with his eyes on the ceiling, chest heaving, whole body limp.

Jim comes up through Valen's legs a bit and rests his head on Valen's stomach. "Did I do good?" he asks playfully.

Valen flushes and whines in embarrassment, hiding his face. "Y-yes," he squeaks. "Thank you."

"Do you wanna do anything else? If not, I can take care of myself." He's got a raging boner by this point, leaking precum onto the torn sheets.

“Just-just a moment.” Valen is still panting, overheated, staring at the ceiling. He just lies there reeling for a moment.

Jim gets up and washes off his face, because he’s absolutely sticky at that point. He comes back in and leans against the doorframe, smirking. “That good, huh?”

“Yes.” He props himself up on an elbow, eyes crawling over Jim’s nude body. “You’re delightful. Um.” He swallows. "Can I...play with it? It's okay if not, I understand my teeth m-might make it a bit harder."

Oh. Jim hadn't even considered the possibility that Valen might want to give him oral. The thought makes him really nervous, but also excited at the same time. "Um, yeah, we can try, but I might stop you. Just, y'know, fangs. But yes." He sits on the bed.

"Okay." Valen nuzzles Jim's stomach, trailing down it. He's still reeling from the massive orgasm Jim had given him, and he doubts he'll be able to do anything quite like that, but he's excited to try. He's scared, though; humans are so fragile.

Valen tentatively strokes Jim's shaft with his fingers, watching interestedly as it twitches under his touch. He starts at the head, licking the precum up, then sucking just the head and gradually taking more and more of it in his mouth.

Jim is really nervous, and it's making him tense. He trusts Valen, but he can't help but think about how little effort it would take for a vampire to, even by total accident, hurt him when he's this vulnerable.

But Valen doesn't hurt him. The opposite, he feels good. He shivers with pleasure, letting out a little moan.

Valen swirls his tongue on Jim's shaft, focusing on the areas that elicit the loudest moans from Jim. After a minute or two, Valen's nerves get the better of him and he removes his mouth. "Th-thank you for trusting me. I-I do enjoy this, but I think I should stop now, um, I'm afraid if I keep going my teeth will slip." He leans back and runs his hands over his pubic mound, parting his labia. "Do-do you want to put the condom on and fuck me?"

"Yeah." Jim squeaks, hastily unwrapping it and putting it on, face flushed. He wraps his arms around Valen, ready to pull him into his lap, but doesn't yet. "You ready?"

"Yes," Valen says, still red in the face. He hasn't been not flushed since they started. "D-do it."

Jim pulls Valen close, into his lap. He keeps his arms loosely hugged around him- Valen may be a hundred times stronger than he is, but he doesn't want him to feel trapped. He kisses Valen, tasting himself on his lips, as he enters him.

Valen moans as he does so. The feeling of being filled is so much, but for the first time, it feels like he can handle it, and enjoy it. He starts to rock against Jim, grinding his hips. He kisses back, dragging Jim's hands down to cup Valen's ass as they move

Jim squeezes Valen's ass, bouncing him in his lap. Valen feels so good around him. He moves one hand down between their bodies to rub Valen's tdick- Jim can feel how close he is already, and wants to make sure he can make Valen cum again too.

Valen hadn't really expected to get one orgasm out of this, let alone two. The stimulation is quickly becoming too much, edging into painful. "Ooh, stop," he says, pushing Jim's hand away. "I-I mean, thank you, but you don't have to do that. This is fine just like this."

Jim stops, going back to cupping his ass and making a mental note that Valen doesn't like multiple orgasms. "Sorry," he murmurs, rocking back and forth. "Thanks for telling me." He keens, burying his face in Valen's shoulder. "S-so good."

Valen wraps his arms around Jim's body, stroking the nape of his neck, running his hands through his hair again, since Jim had seemed to start to like it before. "Thank you for trying so hard to please me. You're doing so well." Oh, this is scratching some sort of itch... "You're good too, you're doing so well. Why don't you come for me? I'd love to see that."

Jim was already teetering on the edge, and Valen's words push him over with a gasp. He hugs Valen tight to him as he cums, overwhelmed with pleasure. He leans against Valen after, nuzzling into him. "Wow."

Valen pulls Jim down into a lying position on the bed, nuzzling him back. It feels a little bit like they're both glowing. "That was wonderful. I'm so glad we could both be brave enough to make it happen."

Jim kisses Valen on the cheek and smiles. "Me too."

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The Lady and the Lord

Part 2

Here's part 2! I'm glad you liked the first part that much, I wasn't expecting it at all😅❤️❤️

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Chapter summary: they have one mission: find Eddie.

Chapter warning: spoiler season 4 ⚠️ violence description.

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"And then Vicki laughed. And it wasn't like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like... it was a real genuine laugh." Robin tells us as Steve put some vhs on the shelfs and I hold some to help them. I don't work here, but I like to help instead of sitting at home doing nothing.

"Of course. It's my Muppet joke. It's hilarious" Steve says very proudly, and I roll my eyes.

"My point is that Vicki laughed and everything was just like...it was perfect" she keeps going with a dreamy voice.

She's so cute.

"But?" I ask, knowing something's up.

"But I'm having this problem where it's like, I should stop talking." She explains "I have said everything I need to say.but then I guess I get nervous and the words keep spilling out, and it's like my.. my brain is moving faster than my mouth, or rather my.. my mouth is moving faster than my brain. And it's like I'm digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging, I'm trying to stop, but I can't. And I'm doing it right now, aren't I?"

She finally turns around to look at us after her babbling.

"Yeah, you are" Steve says and I nod with a half smile.

She exhales deeply and move backwards to rest against the wall.

"I'm hopeless" she says.

Steve follows her against the wall. "We both are"

I roll my eyes at their pessimism.

"If only we could just, like, combine." Robin suddenly says, I look at her confused.

"Combine?" Steve's confused too.

"No. Think about it. I know exactly what I want, and I've found the girl of my dreams, but I can't get the courage to ask her out. Meanwhile, you go on, like, a million dates, and you have no idea what you want. So if we just combine, all our problems would be solved."

Steve lets out an understanding "Oohh"

"Because, I mean, alone let's face it..."

"We totally suck." Steve finishes for her.

"Totally and utterly"

"C'mon, you guys are the most amazing persons that I know... just have hope" I look at Steve "and some courage" I look at Robin "and everything will be fine"

"Oh yeah?" Steve sends me a very sceptical look.

"Ooh, I think I found our morning movie" Robin gasps, running to a shelf and grabbing a vhs. "Doctor Zhivago"

"Ugh, you know I don't do double vhs" Steve groans shaking his hands in the air.

"But it's about doomed love" she tries.

"That's relatable" Steve agrees, and we both follow Robing behind the counter.

"Exactly. Also Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like seriously the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life" she turn the TV on.

"I gotta agree on that" I declare.

"We're in the Forest Hills trailer park on East Roane County." The reporter's voice says loud and clear "we don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body kd a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the name although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family"

Oh shit.. as if alternate dimensions creature's weren't enough.

"Holy shit" Steve whispers beside me.

"Who could that be?" I ask worried.

"I don't know.." Robin replies.

"Isn't it where Max lives?" I ask again looking at them.

They just nods.

Oh shit.

We spent the morning watching the news and organising the store to keep ourselves busy.

All of a sudden the door bell rings and Dustin and Max come in.

"Hey Steve" he says, he looks visibly agitated.

"You guys see this?" Steve asks them.

"How many phones do you have?" Dustin asks, completely ignoring Steve's question.

Robin and I share a confused look

"Someone was murdered"

"How many phones fo you have?" He repeats more firmly.

"Two. Why?" He answers

"Technically three if you count Keith's in the back" Robins specifies.

Max and Dustin look at each other.

"Yeah, thee works" Max says.

So Dustin take off his backpack as Steve asks "what are you doing?" And, again, ignoring his question Dustin throw the backpack on the other side of the counter and climbs on top of it to get through.

All this while earning very annoyed reactions from both Robin and Steve.

Ignoring both of them Dustin positions himself in fron of the computer.

"What are you doing?" Steve asks.

"Setting up base of operation here." He simply answers.

"Base of operation?" I ask. "Why?"

Steve tries to get Dustin off of the computer, but with no use.

"What do you need it for? Dustin?" I ask, getting more and more confused.

"Eddie's friends' phone numbers" he answers and I look at Steve.

"Oh Eddie, your new best friend who just is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?" Steve asks, sounding quite jealous, I gotta say.

"I never said that" Dustin defends himself from Steve's accusatory tone.

"Seriously, you guys, maybe know a Monday you can play around like toddlers, but it's Saturday. It's our busiest day" Robin tells them, putting the tapes back on the counter.

"Robin, look, I empathise, but this cannot wait until Monday" Dustin firmly says.

"Calling Eddie's friends is an emergency?" She asks back.

"Correct" Dustin shouts, like that was the most obvious thing.

"Why? What happened?" I ask, now getting more worried. "Did something happen to Eddie?... Dustin?"

"Can you just fill them in while I do this?" Dustin asks Max.

"Fill us in on what?" Robin is definitely annoyed.

We all look at Max waiting for her to explain what happened.

We found ourselves calling so many different numbers, trying to find a lead to where Eddie might've gone.

I type down the numbers while Robin, Max and Dustin call them, and Steve flirts with every girls he can, pretending he's just working.

"Hey, guys. I might have a lead" Max calls pur attention.

"Seriously?" Dustin turns to her, hopefully.

"Yeah, apparently, Eddie gets his drugs from come guy names Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there." She explains.

"That's promising" I comment.

"Where does this Reefer Rick live?" Robin asks.

"See that's the thing. No one knows. He's more of a.. a legend than someone that people actually know." Max explains.

"And.. what about a last name?" I ask.

"I don't know that either" She answers.

"Less promising" I shake my head.

"Bet the cops knows the last name" Steve intervenes.

We turn all to him.

"What?"

"Cops. I mean listen if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. Means he's in the system" he explains like he found the perfect solution to all our problems.

"The cops? Really, Steve? That's your suggestion?" Dustin asks incredulous.

"I mean, I just think they should be filled on on what we know, what's going on" he says simply.

"You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?" Dustin accuses.

"Whoa. I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit." Steve defends himself " I just, you know, don't think that we can rule it out"

"That's precisely what we're trying to do here, Steve." Max says annoyed.

"And maybe we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie"

"He' not wrong here, Stevie" I agree with Dustin.

"Oh well somebody has to attend to the customers" Steve says, again, to defend himself, and I roll my eyes scoffing.

"Especially if they're babes, right?" Robin teases with a wink.

"Hey, not fair, okay?" Steve points his finger st her "I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We've got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people"

"Yeah it can be" Robin says, I can tell she thought something to actually help us so I quickly follow her to the computer.

"What are you doing?" Max asks.

"Maybe we don't need a last name" she answers.

She type on the keyboard, Rick's name and a list of Ricks appears on the screen.

"Twelve Ricks have accounts here" she tells us.

"That's a lots of Ricks" Max comments.

"You're a genius, Robin" I tell her.

"I know. Now, let's narrow it down, uh? Rick Alderman's latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo...what are the chances our drug dealer has a family?" She asks.

"Not likely"

"All right, Rick Conroy. Sixteen candles, Teen Wolf, Romancing the stone." She move to the next Rick.

"No"

"Okay, Rick Joiner, Mask, Footloose, and Grease"

"Nah"

"Rick Kimbrough. The Blue Lagoon, and Splash."

"Definitely no"

"Okay. Rick Lipton. Fast Times at Ridgermont High, Cheech & Chong's next movie. Cheech & Chong's nice dreams. Cheech & Chong' up in smoke."

"Bingo" Dustin chuckles.

"Lipton?"

"Spelled like the tea. 2131 Holland Road" Robin reads.

"That's out by Lovers Lake" Dustin says.

"Middle of nowhere" I comment.

"It's a perfect place to hide" Robin agrees.

That being said we all head out to Steve's car and to this Reefer Rick's house.

And hopefully to Eddie.

We all grab a torch each and get out of the car to walk to this Reefer Rick's house.

The lights are out, which could mean that no one's home or... Eddie's hiding.

Dustin repeatedly tries to ring the bell, but to no use.

"Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here." Steve says, trying to make Dustin stop.

But Dustin just start to shout for Eddie to come out and tries again with the door bell.

Me and Max move to the side of the house with our torch, seeing what looks like a boathouse. Maybe Eddie's in there.

"Hey guys!" Max calls.

"Well let's go" I say already walking towards the small building.

Robin is the first one to enter.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" She tries.

We all enter and start to look around.

"What a dump" Steve comments

The place is far from clean, there garbage everywhere and, as expected, a boat in the middle filled with something covered by a tarp.

I spot Steve grabbing an oar as a weapon and starts to poke the boat multiple times.

"What are you doing?" Dustin asks.

Steve just doesn't answer so Dustin repeats the question, more shocked.

"He might be in here." Steve simply replies.

"So take the tarp off." Dustin tells him.

"If you're so brave, you take the tarp off" he basically challenges.

"Stop bickering, you two." I say.

Steve just keeps hitting on top of the tarp covered boat.

"Hey, look over here" Max tells us. She points our attention to some food envelopes.

"Someone was here." I try.

"Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran" Robin suggests.

"Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar" Dustin says sarcastically.

"Oh I know you think you're being funny, Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-"

Steve is cut off by a loud scream and Eddie jumping from under the tarp and pushing him against the wall, a broken bottle in his hand.

We all gather as close as possible, trying to not scare him further for Eddie to react too badly.

"Whoa whoa whoa Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" Dustin says, holding his arms out to stop us from getting further closer.

Eddie turns to look at Dustin, not moving the broken glass away from Steve's neck yet.

"It's me. It's Dustin" Dustin tries to stay calm while getting Eddie's attention. "This is Steve. He's not going to hurt you, right, Steve?"

"Right, yeah" Steve agrees, quite agitated.

"Steve, c'mon.. drop the oar, will you?" I say, as calmly as possible.

Steve does as I say, dropping the oar away, but that just startle Eddie more pointing the glass back at Steve's neck.

"He's cool, he's cool" Dustin says.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie says, voice breaking.

"We're looking for you" Dustin replies

"We're here to help, Eddie" I add.

Eddie turns his head again to us, listening carefully.

"Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D. You know Y/n too. The quiet girl you always stare at, at lunch. Eddie. We're on your side. I swear on my mother. Right guys?"

"Yeah yeah we swear"

"Yeah on Dustin's mother"

"Yeah, Dustin's.. mother"

We say no more, tense as never before, but at the end Eddie lets Steve go and moves to the side sitting down.

Steve just come to us, I check his neck in case the broken bottle accidentally cut him but he's fine.

I turn to look at Eddie, Dustin kneels in front of him and I slowly follow.

He looks... terrified.

"Eddie...we just want to talk" Dustin very slowly tries to grab the bottle in Eddie's hand, but as soon as he gets to close he flinches grabbing the glass harder.

"Eddie... we just wanna know what happened. " I tell him.

"You won't believe me" he tells us.

"Try us" Max says.

Eddie told us everything that happened, about Chrissy coming to him to buy drugs, and how she died, right in front of him.

"Her body just lifted up into the air and.. and she just like, hung there. In the air. And her bones.. she.. her bones starter to snap"

He struggling to tell us what happened, all I want to do is grabbing his hand and reassure him...

"Her eyes, man" he continues "it was like.. there was something, inside her head, pulling. I.. I didn't know what to do so.. I.. I ran away. I left her there." He sounds so ashamed... he couldn't do anything for her.

Poor girl, she was really one of the sweetest person in Hawkins.

Fuck.

Eddie looks up to us, only to turn his head away quickly, scoffing.

"You all think I'm crazy right?"

"No. We don't think you're crazy" Dustin tries to reassure him.

"Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds" Eddie snaps.

"We're not bullshiting you" Max intervenes.

"We believe you" Robin says and Eddie just scoffs, still not believing us.

"Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little.. difficult to take." Dustin starts "you know how people say Hawkins is...cursed? They're not way off. There's another world.a words hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours." Dustin explains.

"Like ghosts and shit?" Eddie asks.

"There are... there are some things worst than ghosts" I tell him.

"These monsters from this other world, we thought they were gone. But they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you."

"If they're back again, we need to know" Max says.

"That night, did you see anything?" Robin asks.

"Dark particles, maybe"

Eddie just shakes his head no.

"It would almost look like dust, swirling dust." Dustin specifies.

"No, man, there was nothing you could see or.. touch" Eddie explains.

I look at Steve who, now, looks more worried than before, full attention on Eddie.

"You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It was like she.. she was in a trance or something." Eddie explains and we all listen carefully.

"Or under a spell" Dustin points out.

"A curse."

"Vecna's curse" Dustin realises.

"Who's Vecna?" Steve asks

"And undead creature of great power" Dustin answers.

"A spell caster" I say, earning a confused look from Steve.

"A dark Wizard" Dustin finishes.

This might be worse than all the ones before...

Fuck.

We decided we have to go and get some food for Eddie.

"We'll be right back, man, I promise" Dustin says.

As we all walk to the door.

Steve and Dustin turn to me stopping me in my tracks.

"Why don't you... uh... stay here and keep him company?" Dustin asks.

"What? Why me?" Now I'm confused.

"Because you're the sweetest and he clearly has a thing for you" Steve replies as the most simple thing ever.

"He does not" I tell him sternly.

"Either way you're the best choice. You're calmer and... easier to be around than the rest of us" Steve convinces me.

"Y/n, trust me. He needs someone like you now. Please, I don't think he should be alone now" Dustin says looking me in the eyes.

"Fine" I tell him nodding "yeah, I'll stay with him. But you better stay out of trouble"

"As always" Steve shrugs.

I give him a warning look and just sigh. Watching them driving away.

I get back to the boathouse and see Eddie's figure watching nothing on the boat.

"Hey" I say quietly.

He seems to snap out of trance and looks at me surprised.

"I thought you all went" he says, with a small smile.

"Yeah well... we didn't.. uh... Dustin didn't want you to be alone right now" I tell him, fidgeting with my rings again.

"Thanks.. I guess he's right" he says.

I nod, walking a bit closer, but not too much.

"So..." he starts.

"So..." I mimic him, earning a laugh from him.

"You knew about the spell caster" he implies.

"Yeah... a-and?"

"You know about D&D..?" He asks.

"Yeah.." I say nervously.

"No way!" He whisper shouts.

"It's true!" I tell him, with a small chuckle.

"How come didn't you join Hellfire?" He asks, genuinely curious.

"I.. well.. I just..." I stutter.

"Hey.. I'm not judging, m'lady" he assures me, with a smile.

"I'm just too shy, I think.. also I'm not very good at playing" I laugh quietly.

"I could've taught you" he says.

"I... I'm not very good with people" I honestly tell him.

"What do you mean?"

"I.. I'm not very good at talking to people, I get nervous and stutter the whole time. And just... I just shut up so I don't bother anyone" I explain.

"You're not stuttering with me" he shrugs.

"I.." I stops realising it's true.

With him it feels easier, somehow..

"No need to worry about a freak's opinion, i guess." he lower his eyes, almost disappointed.

"No! Not at all!" I quickly say.

He look at me, searching my eyes to see if I'm messing with him.

"I... listen, I don't understand why people always call you that, but I personally always saw you as someone... cool" I say, getting shy as I finish my sentence.

"Really?" He says, he tries to hold back a smile, but he fails.

"Yeah.." I look away from him. "You always walk around like you don't care about anything. You have your ideas and you're not ashamed, and of course you shouldn't be ashamed of them. You're like smarter than any of those dickheads from the basketball team"

"Wow" he blushes... he blushes?

Did I make Eddie Munson blush?

"Are you blushing, my lord?" I gather some courage and make a joke.

"Oh... 'my lord' uh?" He looks at me with a smirk, that makes me instantly lower my eyes with my cheeks warming up.

"I.. yeah.. I mean, you keep calling me-"

"M'lady? Yeah, so I'd say 'my lord' fits perfectly" he sweetly smiles at me.

We stay silent for a while.

It's a comfortable silence, the kind you don't have to talk to fill it. We just need each other company to be okay.

I watch him fidgeting with his own hands.

He's getting nervous.

Instinctively I reach out for his hands and he turns to me, surprised, but he doesn't retreat his hands.

"It's gonna be okay" I tell him. "I know it sounds like a shitty cliché.. trust me I know." I let out a small chuckle "we've been through this shit a few times.. the point is, we're with you on this. We're gonna solve this."

He holds my hands in his.

"I want to believe you" he says looking me in the eyes.

"Good" I say.

He starts to stroke my knuckles gently.

"I'm glad you're the one to stay here, m'lady" he says.

"Apparently I'm the easiest to be around" I tell him with a shrug.

He's still not letting go my hands.

"Maybe... but that's not the only reason, but yeah" he says, a playful smile on his face.

"Then... w-why?" I say, feeling my cheeks warming up again.

"Well.. that's an answer for another time, uh?" He winks and I'm just speechless.

All of a sudden we hear noises from outside.

I grab the oar Steve used earlier and move to the door.

"Stay there" I tell Eddie.

I get closer and closer to the door, that suddenly opens reveling Robin, Dustin, Max and Steve holding some bags full of food and drinks.

"Fuck sake!" I exclaim as they enter with apologetic looks.

"delivery service" Dustin announces.

I look at Eddie who look just as startled, heavy breathing and all that.

I just exhale deeply and grab one of the bags they carried inside.

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Don't test a Netherborn

This was essentially me getting randomly encouraged to write a fic of Jade accessing a bit more of her Netherborn abilities when she finds Firkle being harassed.

(Jade's 17, Angelica is 16, and Firkle is 14)

Content warning for: teens swearing, knife mentions, Transphobic speech, and threats against minors

A routine store run, Firkle did these all the time. Why did today have to be different? Henrietta needed some things and her cramps made moving painful so she sent Firkle with a list, the cash, and the usual 'there and back' comment before curling around a heated fabric pouch of raw rice Jade gave her, it was simple shit too; pads, dark chocolate, and her favorite soda easy enough.

The Fourteen year old goth approached main street wearing his usual backpack and coat, he seized the opportunity to enjoy a cigarette snubbing it once he reached the little mom & pop convenient store. He pulled the list out of his back pocket and wandered the familiar aisles gathering what he needed, after checking over the math to be sure Henrietta gave him enough he checked out and started the trek home deciding to be a bit of a suck up and swing by Tweak Bros to get Henrietta's usual coffee for her.

Now armed with a heavier backpack and 2 hot drinks; like Hell he wasn't getting himself coffee on this cold ass day. Firkle finally started the walk back to Henrietta's occasionally taking swigs from his cup as he walked, he decided to take the somewhat longer way back knowing that Ike practiced street hockey on Sunday's figured he'd risk a peek.

He watched Ike through the curtain his bangs formed as he passed the Broflovski house and continued on his way. He didn't take long to get 'home' to Henrietta and was nearly crushed in a hug once she had her coffee.

"I've been holding you captive all weekend, go baby bat go be free" Henrietta drank heavily from her coffee as she waited for the microwave to reheat the rice bag,

"Enjoy some freedom and try not to cause any fires or subtract from the town population" she was partly joking but they did often worry about him somehow getting into trouble.

"God I'm not gonna cause trouble…that much" Firkle assured her adding the last bit with a playful smirk earning a weak swat to his shoulder,

"No worries mother Morticia, I'm just gonna burn some junk mail at this barrel thing that the other one showed me by the elementary school" he told her, grabbing the Wal-Mart bag of junk mail and his lighter.

"The other one? You gotta be a bit more specific" Henrietta rolled her ice blue eyes not long after asking because she remembered Pete mentioning an incident by the school the night Jade agreed to batsit last minute,

"You're still not gonna just call her by her name are you?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I don't do names" Firkle reminded her as he put the bag of junk mail into his backpack,

"I'll be back in maybe an hour, text me if you want me back earlier" he offered before finally heading to the burn pit Jade showed him.

Henrietta shook her head softly retreating to her nest with the groceries and her warmed up bag,

"Whatever will we do with him?" She jokingly asked aloud to her empty room.

Mercifully Henrietta lived close to the elementary school so Firkle didn't have to walk too far to the burn pit where he lit an envelope on fire and used that to start the base of his controlled burn, he sat on the log Lafayette had recently dragged over and watched the flames lick at the papers as he added them to the fire.

"Well well well if it ain't Virginia" a snide voice startled Firkle who as usual was in his element when around fire,

"Still pretending you're a guy?" A girl at least two years older than Firkle approached the boy confidently from the path that led to Stark's pond.

Firkle's nose wrinkled as he scowled, of course Angelica would find him the one day he was out alone.

"You know that's not my name and that I'm not pretending" the goth teen growled out feeding another letter to the flames,

"Just fuck off you conformist bitch, I told you years ago if you won't accept me for me I want nothing to do with you" his voice held a warning.

Angelica huffed snatching one of the letters from Firkle effortlessly as his emotions distracted him,

"Virgil? Seriously Ginny? You couldn't at least pick a more creative boy name?" She scoffed spying the name 'Virgil Smith' on the envelope before lazily dropping it in the fire.

"Don't fucking call me that!" Firkle snapped standing up fast enough that the log rolled back two times,

"Just shut the fuck up, do you really have nothing better to do with your life?" He growled up at her.

"Now Ginny, is that anyway to talk to an old friend?" Angelica sneered down at Firkle, back when Firkle was in preschool and up until he realized he was transgender the two had been pretty good friends before the younger embraced the Goth lifestyle even chopping his long reddish brown hair and started dying it black with Pete's help. Angelica had refused to accept Firkle and continued to deadname the boy and misgender him on purpose, Firkle eventually cut her off and acted like she didn't exist.

"Shut the fuck up you whore!" Firkle roared drawing his newest knife from his waistband flipping the blade out in a defensive warning,

"Get the fuck away from me" the shorter teen growled out.

"Oh so now that you think you're a boy I'm a whore?" Angelica snarled snatching Firkle by a large fistful of his hair,

"I'm not afraid of you and your stupid pocket knife" her other hand grabbed his wrist giving it a violent twist until he swore as the action made him drop the knife.

Firkle worked to keep his breathing under control while working to free himself, going so far as to claw up her arms, he swore, feeling her jerk him around by the hair until he stopped scratching.

"Stop struggling Ginny I'm just trying to help you cut your hair" Angelica sneered,

"It's a bit long for a boy don'tcha think?" She gave Firkle a grin that made his stomach churn as she picked up his knife looking at the freshly sharpened blade.

"Get off of me!" Firkle shouted swinging his feet at her after she lifted him off the ground by his hair,

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" He felt the anger and fear induced flare up coming but was more focused on trying to get free than getting his inhaler from his backpack.

Angelica swore feeling the toe of Firkle's boot collide painfully with her knee,

"That hurt you little bitch" she didn't even need to look to know she was bleeding.

"I was just gonna take a few inches off the ends but now" the blonde eyed the scrawny 14-year-old at her mercy,

"I saw we start lower" she pressed the blade to his neck just below the chin.

Firkle's green eyes went wide and he squeezed them shut tight a he felt the cold steel of his knife press against his neck until a few pearls of blood rolled toward the hilt, a nearby rustling caught his attention so the boy did the first thing he thought of and screamed at the top of his lungs before letting out an indignant yelp when Angelica dropped him to cover her ears.

"The hell is going on?" Jade had been taking Hephaestus for a walk around Stark's pond when a loud scream pierced the air, she jumped through the tree line with her pitbull on her heels both skidding along the dirt before seeing the cause of the commotion. A blonde girl about a year younger than her stood with her arms clamped over her ears, and at her feet looking dangerously close to a full on asthma attack with a hand on his throat was Firkle.

Never in his life did Firkle think he'd ever be relieved to see Jade, he grabbed his knife with his free hand closing it and after shoving it in his pocket unearthed his inhaler taking a puff of the medication to fight off the approaching attack.

"Firkle?!?" Jade and Hephaestus swerved around the blonde and the redhead dropped to her knees next to Firkle resting a light hand on his back, she pulled a bottle of water from her bag watching him drink roughly half of it with one hand.

"Firkle, bud?" She looked at his hand tucked just under his chin his palm flush against his jaw,

"What happened? Why're you holding your neck?" She slowly reached to touch his cheek feeling her heart sink when he recoiled.

"That…fucking cunt cut me" Firkle croaked out, he looked up at Jade watching the Red-head stand up her hands curled into fists at her sides.

"Firkle…take Hephaestus and go into the bathrooms" Jade instructed feeling a powerful rage bubbling inside her,

"Now Firkle, don't argue with me right now" she didn't even need to look at her best friend's little brother to know he was considering arguing so she barked out the order and listened to the boy get escorted into the dilapidated bathrooms by her dog.

"This doesn't concern you" Angelica told Jade as the ringing in her ears faded,

"What's it matter to you, what two old friends do at a bonfire?" She huffed, crossing her arms keeping most of her weight off her newly injured knee.

Jade scoffed with a dry humorless laugh,

"Old friends my ass! I've never heard Firkle scream like that you're clearly no friend to him" the Red-head growled out between clenched teeth.

"Who the fuck cuts a 14-year-old boy on the fucking neck?!" She was visibly seething as she hurled the question at Angelica,

"It matters because he's important to me! That's my best friends younger brother, you fuck with him. You fuck with me"

"Oh please" Angelica rolled her eyes at the junior before her,

"I was just going to trim a few inches off the little shits hair and a boot to the knee, plus a migraine from shrill screaming is the thanks I get" she blew her bangs out of her eyes.

Jade's Emerald green eyes scanned the girl noticing the angry scratches along her arms,

"Judging from how he scratched you up he clearly didn't care for your attempts, and lemme guess you slipped and accidentally cut his neck" she rolled her eyes.

"Oh please I'd make that shit stain look ten times better than now" Angelica flipped her curtain of blonde hair over her shoulder,

"Butt out, I got work to do" she sidestepped Jade approaching the bathrooms where the girl's pitbull growled at her standing in front of her target.

A feral snarl that clearly didn't belong to an animal made Angelica freeze in her tracks and regret exposing her back to the girl, an odd somewhat grotesque ripping sound broke the air making her blood run cold.

"You're not gonna touch Firkle" Jade snarled softly surprisingly unfazed by the stretching pain of what she could best describe as her tattoo of Cthulhu's wings seemingly ripping free from her back as actual wings that spread to their full wingspan behind her,

"If you so much as lay a finger on my baby bat, I'll rip your arm off and beat you with it" Jade growled out feeling her Grim fate come into effect.

Angelica whipped around feeling an unnatural chill that had nothing to do with it being winter sweep over the area, she gave a shrill horrified scream at what greeted her.

The older teen had sprouted brownish green wings with a tail to match and even some horns that stuck out drastically against her hair, Amber red eyes with pupils like a lizard or a cat glared down at her as the winged teenager loomed over her like a protective mother bear putting herself between Angelica and the bathrooms guarding Firkle like a wounded cub hunching over her hands curled like claws ready to defend the boy with everything she had.

"What the fuck are you?!?" Angelica cried out backing away from Jade until she tripped over the log managing not to fall into the bonfire, she whimpered faintly as the eldritch creature lumbered toward her.

"I'll be your worst fucking nightmare if you ever so much as look at him again" Jade warned her getting in the girls face,

"Do you understand me?" A growl bubbled up in her chest until Angelica nodded frantically and bolted running down the street like a cross country runner.

Firkle looked up in the middle of his asthma attack to Jade kneeling next to him looking no different than when he last saw her, he worked on deep breaths not even bothering to swat her hand away when she gently took his chin in her hand tilting his head up to treat and bandage the cut.

"Anyway, that I can help?" Jade asked him in a soft voice, when he made a grabbing gesture she passed him the water bottle again watching him take a few hearty swigs before his hand felt the wall trying to get up.

"Here" she got up and held a hand to him helping the boy out of building where he sat on the log,

"Think you need a clinic trip?" She asked, feeling relieved when he shook his head and took another puff off his inhaler while petting Hephaestus.

Firkle didn't feel up to talking not trusting his lungs so he gestured to her torn shirt and pants watching her shed her hoodie and tie it around her waist, he tilted his head to emphasize he was trying to ask a question.

"Umm…Netherborn shit I think" Jade mused sitting next to him,

"You remember back when we were kids and Cthulhu rampaged after the BP oil spill?" She asked, watching him think then nod.

"Apparently since Netherborns draw our power from the ancient city of R'lyeh we can sort of take on bits of his appearance" she felt as crazy as she probably sounded,

"My tattoo manifested into real wings, I even got horns and a tail…. she kept threatening you and I couldn't stand by and let her potentially hurt you more" she touched her back around the shoulders surprised there weren't any scars or wounds.

Firkle looked at Jade like she'd grown a second head as she explained what happened, he looked at her back noticing the tattooed Cthulhu wings which partially solidified her statement.

"Pete's or Hen's?" Jade checked with him after his breathing finally returned to normal,

"We're walking you home, whether you like it or not" she was relieved when he gave a sigh of defeat but nodded.

"Bror's at work so I'm keeping Henrietta company" Firkle explained as they got up and Hephaestus walked at his side,

"She's gonna have a conniption about this" he groaned rubbing his face with one hand.

"At least it's just a shallow cut, sadly I can't take any blame for this or I'd tell her" Jade offered listening to him huff out a laugh through his nose,

"You Thelman boys are a handful, welp here's your destination bud…good luck breaking the news to the mama bird" she lightly pat him on the shoulder waiting for him to enter the house before going home. By the time she reached her apartment she had a single text from Henrietta,

'Thanks for getting him home in one piece'

#Sp oc #firkle smith #sp firkle #henrietta biggle #sp henrietta #sp goth kids

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codeopathy · 3 months

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also, you're putting words in vela's mouth, assuming that what he's speaking about is straight up sexual abuse, and not just supposed encouragement of inappropriate sexual and unsanitary jokes

still, the way you're handling this is a serious self-report, implying you think that alleged victims of sexual abuse incidents are lying until the crime can be proven

I'll reply to this bc I'm pretty sure the other asks are also yours but. oh boy.

Also mentioning personal history with s/a.

Do I gotta say I'm also someone who's dealt with this shit. Because I've dealt with being groomed / s/aed in online spaces. Like I'm not gonna do a whole villain monologue on this but I fucking get this shit dude. Why do you think I only made one post saying block and move on? With ss of the original post from Vela as others who saw and are helping me recommended I added onto the post. Because while yes, a lot of the time the victims are saying the truth but HERE. It isn't the case because I've seen the convos and shit man. And also the self report comment is so fucking not needed. I'm sorry but like there's a reason why some people stay neutral when it comes to heavy shit like this- you want all the information you can get before you decide. BC you have people who auto assume one person is right and refuse to listen to anyone else IF a statement is made.

Also @ the "you cannot control people." I cannot control people no duh. That's something I am well aware of. But if people use me warning against KENO FANS interacting with someone who ALREADY has them on dni to be like- basically these asks but worse to Vela? That is shameful on them. I cannot control them but I can sure as hell condemn them if they harass Vela with using me as an excuse.

Which here is where I will admit 2 things and apologize for as I'm going to be real, my writing has gotten skewed as the past 2 days been really hazy.

The words in Vela's mouth. From what I read in the post (and what not) it read as trying to accuse the creator of being a groomer to me at the time. Now if I reread it, it reads as less then that but still pretty damn close. I'm sorry for misreading that but it's still a similar topic and shit. Which mind you it's still crazy to insinuate that an adult was doing that when the adult does NOT want to int with minors like that.

The "fear and stress" portion of the second ask. Again, I realize now that yea. That will be a result of the post and I genuinely didn't want to make it as so. If it wasn't for the fact shit was already starting to sprout up bc of these accusations, I would have not made the og post. Like everyone else watching is stressed the hell out but I'm also fighting my own issues to properly explain and at least TRY to get people to listen. But I do apologize for anyone who is seeing this and is worrying to hell and back. This situation is utter bs and part of it is blowing up bc I wanted to let a specific group know to dni.

All in all, I still stand by the belief that people should block and move on. That's the point of the original post and whatnot. I don't want to keep fighting over how it all went and shit bc I'm gonna be real- this is honestly what gets people hurt more. Not an inital "hey dni" but the reaction to someone saying that.

Which that's where I'm ending this one. My head hurts trying to reply.

#[[asks txt]]#cw keno situation #((I think unless there's any more points to be made im gonna let this be and delete any anons not asking to dm or whatever))#((cause its generally the same points being made of '“post bad you did bad with making post"' or vice versa))#((which i hate to say it but its a public platform where people already saw the vents and are asking about it. someone was gonna say smth))#((eventually bc like if it wasnt me it would have been someone else and i feel thatd be worse))#((all in all i shouldnt have to explain why specific things are done. gen if you dont agree with me PLEASE block me.))#((and to my few mutuals/followers im so sorry my burst of activity is for this situation))

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Too big to handle

Written for @imdarkinme . Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Summary - Steve's cock is too big for your pussy.

Warnings - smut(m/f), daddy kink, maybe ddlg but not really, readers a bit naive, size kink, praise kink, cum play.

Pairing - Steve x reader Word count - 1.4k

"Hm..." you sighed dreamily, in awe of just how amazingly the jeans you got your daddy for valentines suits him. He looked hot even while he was doing the dishes.

He looks over his shoulder to you, his eyebrows pinched together but then smiles upon seeing you openly oggling him, "Like what you see, doll?"

"Um, what? I wasn't doing anything!!" you yelled when you realised you had been caught red handed.

"Relax, honey," he teased, booping your nose with his finger, "If you want something, all you have to do is ask for it."

"Um... I do want something..."

"Uh-huh, and what is that," he said, crossing his hands over his chest, the veins in his biceps popping which made you salivate even more so.

"I thought..." you looked up at him with your sweet doe eyes, jutting your lips out and making a face he would never say no to, "maybe we could go all the way? I know you would've liked to wait, being from the forties and all, but I don't think I have it in me to..."

He cleared his throat, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he stammered over his words, "Is that what you want?"

"If you'd like to as well then yes."

"Believe me, doll, there is nothing in this world I'd like more," he groaned. "I didn't ask because I didn't want you to think that it was the only thing I was after."

"I'd never think that, daddy, I know you love me," standing on your tippy toes, and craning your neck, and yet you still couldn't quite reach him because he was just so freaking tall, he smirked at you and met you halfway to peck your lips.

"Of course I do, and don't you ever forget that."

"Can we get the lights?" you asked, just a bit apprehensive, as he kissed you all over your bare thighs.

"Why?" he wanted to know as he propped his chin up on your thigh.

"I..." You didn't have a good enough answer. You had seen him once while he was changing out of his combat suit after he got shot, you knew what a perfect specimen he was, you on the other hand were anything but perfect. "I don't know... it's just that'll make me more comfortable."

"You know I'd do anything to make you comfortable right, doll?" he asked as you nodded. "And I don't mind getting the lights. But I want to see you, all of you, I want to look into your eyes while I make love to you and make you mine."

"That's silly, daddy," you giggled, "I'm already yours."

"That you are," he repeated as he sucked a spot into the inside of your thigh, a bit too close to your panty clad core.

"Mm.. okay... I trust you..." And you'd do anything to make him happy.

"You have no idea how much that means to me, doll," he rolled your panties down your thighs and your legs.

The way he stared at your core would've made you just a little uncomfortable if he wasn't saying the sweet things to you while his fingers toyed with your intimate lips.

"You have such a pretty pussy, baby. I could look at it all day long. Would you let me draw it?" he looked up at you, tearing his eyes away from your gorgeous cunt so he could get an answer from you.

"Yes, of course..." you moaned, clenching around him as he added two more fingers, massaging your walls and pumping them in and out of you.

He hovered over you, "Your pussy looks so tiny, baby, it's so fucking tight, I don't know if I'll last, I gotta prepare you."

You couldn't believe you even thought of keeping the lights off, to miss out on looking at the way Steve looked at you, as if you were the most precious thing in the.

You also would've missed out on seeing his perfect pecs, your hands moving of their own accord to touch his flesh, pink nipples pebbling under your palm.

You dug your nails into his biceps, drawing out blood as you could feel your climax approaching but you held on, you only wanted to come around him, "Will you please put it in me, daddy?" you blinked up at him.

"Alright, honey, I think you're ready," he said as he pulled his fingers out of you, sitting back on his thighs he pushed your knees apart so he could look at you some more, you were swollen and looked about ready for him, two of his fingers parting your vaginal lips so he could admire your arousal seeping out of you, "Fucking perfect."

You could feel your face heating up at his praise, watching him through your hooded eyes and waiting for him to penetrate you and claim you, until that caught your eye.

"Holy shit!" your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets upon seeing what looked like was his monster cock. "How is that so big?!" you yelled.

"What?" he looked down at his cock, standing tall and proud against his abs.

"Steve, I've seen you naked... once... I didn't mean to, but I couldn't look away either..." you tried to explain, getting more and more flustered, "And that," pointing at his cock, "wasn't nearly as big as it looks now."

"Alright, so sweetheart, when a man sees the person he loves naked his manhood grows bigger and..."

"Steve! Oh my god I knew that! But I didn't know that could, literally double in size..."

"Uh... yeah. Mine does, ever since the serum."

You nodded. Before you thought he was big, bigger than anyone you had ever seen, but now... you weren't sure you could even wrap your hand around him.

"Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head, "No, I wanna keep going. I'll fit it in me no matter what, I promise."

He nodded, pushing his tip against your opening, paying close attention to your face to make sure you were okay, but you told him to keep going. He lost track of you, of everything around him, you were so damn tight and so good around him and under him, he stopped when he heard you sobbing.

"No... babygirl," he cooed hovering over you again and propping himself up on his elbows he kissed your tears away.

"It's too big..." you sniffled, ashamed of not doing literally the only thing you were supposed to do.

"That's okay, honey. I'll just stop," he said as he pulled out of you.

He looked down at his cock, which was flushed an angry red, "That looks painful," you rubbed your nose with the back of your hand.

"It is a little... but it'll go away in a bit."

"I want to make you feel good," you whined.

"You make me feel good just by existing. But... I guess there is something you can do..." he smirked, circling his palm around your wrist and bringing your hand closer to his length, "Come on, touch it, don't be so afraid, doll, it's not gonna eat you."

"Mm... okay," you held onto his length, which felt thicker, you could barely wrap your hand around him, you started pumping him in your hand, "Is this okay?" you asked him as you looked up at him.

"More than okay, honey here," he situated his cock right over your pussy, moaning out your name and telling you to keep going as his ejaculate painted your vulva.

You couldn't exactly see it, but you could feel it's warmth on your skin and you were surprised with just how much of it there was. "Can I have a taste please?" You asked after he was done.

His chest was heaving, golden strands kissing his sweaty forehead, "Since you said please," he said, collected some of your slick mixed with his on his fingers and letting you suck on them.

"It's yummy, daddy," you moaned around his digits.

"Don't worry, doll, next time I'll come in your mouth. And you'll be a good girl and swallow all of it."

You nodded, laying back on the mattress and making grabby hands at him to ask him to cuddle you. He only shook his head and chuckled at you.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" he said as he hoisted your hips up, closer to his mouth, his tongue licking a strip up your slit as he kept looking at you, "I'll have to return the favor."

#steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #donutloverxo writes

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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

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Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 5 (Ch.4, Ch.3, Ch.2, Ch.1)

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It had been five days since they'd set sail for England, and safe to say tensions were starting to fray. Valerie was lucky to be bunking with Harry, but even they'd had a few disagreements.

"If you don't quit your snoring I'm gonna strap you to the bow to scare off the sharks," he'd sworn one early morning, tying his shirt buttons roughly.

"My snoring?" Valerie replied incredulously, "I'm surprised you can hear me snoring over the droning of your own."

She was playing a game of fish with George when the fight of the day broke out. She'd been laughing at his master plan to snag an English dame when they'd overheard Bill Guarnere talking shit. Valerie looked up in alarm when she noticed Lieb jumping down from his bunk and getting up in Bill's face. She sighed and jumped down herself, intending to step in between them and prevent any fists from flying.

"Hey, hey," she shouted, pulling Lieb back behind her "break it up you two, and watch your damm mouth Gonnorhea. Quit talking shit about Jews, you know where we're going and who we're fighting so why don't you show some goddamn respect. " She put a hand on Lieb's shoulder to steer him back towards his bunk. "Don't listen to him Lieb, he's just being an idiot."

As they moved away they heard Bill grumbling something about 'goddamn woman must be on the rag," and Valerie saw red. She dropped her hand from Lieb's shoulder and marched back towards Bill.

"You wanna say that again to my face Guarnere?" snapped Valerie, "who do you think you are saying things like that about a ranking officer?"

Don was desperately trying to pull Bill away, warning him to cut it out before he gets himself in more trouble. A hush settled in the immediate area surrounding them, everyone afraid to intervene but too nosy to look away.

"I said what I said," Bill snarled, pulling his arm out of Don's and clenching his jaw. Valerie narrowed her eyes at him and glared coldly.

"I'm gonna give you one more chance to take that back Guarnere," Valerie warned, crossing her arms. She felt Lieb step up beside her protectively, and even though she didn't need it she was eternally grateful for him in that moment. He had her back, and he wanted her to know it.

"I ain't taking nothing back, I said what I said," he insisted, ignoring Don's contined pleas for him to back down.

Valerie narrowed her eyes at Bill, her fingers clenching against her crossed arms and her face reddening. Beside her, Lieb was clenching his fists so hard she was sure they'd split open at the knuckles.

"You really don't know when to shut your damn mouth do you?" Snapped Lieb, stepping forward and raising his fist for another go at Bill. But Valerie threw her arm across his chest and stopped him, shaking her head and silently trying to tell him that she could deal with this herself. He huffed but stepped back beside her, continuing to glare harshly at Bill.

"Well you know what gonorrhea," Valerie hissed coldly, stepping up to him "next time why don't you say that to my fists huh? Because you are sorely mistaken if you don't think I could punch you so hard you'd be seeing Lady Liberty dancing the jive."

Bill was about to respond when they were interrupted by a stern voice.

"What's going on here?" Asked Lieutenant Winters, who'd appeared behind Valerie without her noticing. She took a few deep breaths before turning on her toes to face him.

"Nothin' for you to worry about Lieutenant Winters," she replied. He glanced between her and Bill sceptically, his eyebrows furrowing as he assessed the situation.

"Well," he said evenly, "whatever fight was going on here that you don't want me to know about, break it up. We've got a lot of training and work to do once we get to England so use these next five days wisely and take all the rest you can get."

The men who'd gathered on the floor dispersed hastily with a few 'yes sir's'. With one final lingering glare, Bill and Valerie turned away from each other and went their separate ways. She was about to follow Lieb up to his bunk when a tap on her shoulder stopped her.

"Could I talk to you up on deck Lieutenant?" He asked tightly. Val stared him down for a moment before nodding her agreement and following him up the steps and onto the breezy deck.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" She asked after a few beats of awkward silence. His shoulders tensed and he looked out over the ocean for a few seconds before speaking.

"Lieutenant Landry, I don't want you to think I'm criticising you but..."

Look," she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, "whatever it is you gotta say to me jus' get on with it."

He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face roughly. "I really don't want to fight fight you so please, don't get all offended about this," he paused in his speech and took a deep breath before continuing, "you're a ranking officer Landry, you cant just go around threatening your NCO's, or any of the men for that matter. It's completely out of line."

"Out of line?," she hissed, narrowing her eyes, her temper immediately flaring at his accusing tone, "Guarnere was out of line makin' comments about Jews and then disrespectin' me. So I think I had every right to say what I said, an' I'd say it again too. You weren't even there, you have no idea what happened before you turned up."

"Then tell me," he sighed, "tell me what happened and I'll go down there and deal with Bill right this minute."

"I just told you, he was making comments about Jews and then he disrespected me," she explained tersely, "And I don't need you to go down there and deal with it. I was dealin' with it jus' fine until you showed up." She couldn't believe he was standing there reprimanding her, nor that he wanted to play the white knight and go deal with the situation for her. She had been handling the situation and herself just fine before he showed up.

"I understand that Guarnere is difficult, and I have no doubt he was running his mouth and deserved a reprimand," Winters groaned, "but you still shouldn't have spoken to him like that, especially in front of the rest of the men. You should have officially reprimanded him in a calm way like a ranking officer should."

He was questioning her capabilities as an officer. He honestly believed that she couldn't behave like an officer should. They'd never been friends, hell, they couldn't even have a conversation, but she'd always grudgingly respected that he was a good officer. She'd never once doubted his capabilities as a leader.

In a deep buried part of her, though she'd never admit it, his words stung. His doubts of her capabilites hurt. She had a level of respect for him that obviously he didn't have for her. She'd thought that despite all the tension between them, she could at least count on the fact that he'd respect her position as a Lieutenant. Clearly she'd been wrong.

"Oh, so you doubt my capabilities as an officer is that it?" She snapped defensively, "and for your information, you missed the part where I very calmly told him to take back what he said. You're making a whole lot of assumptions based on the tiny part of the conversation you saw, but I can't say I'm surprised. You've obviously never respected my place in Easy and now the truth of your thoughts has finally come out."

Dick shook his head and ran his tongue over his teeth, his jaw tensing slightly. "That's not what I meant and you know it, stop putting words in my mouth. You're quite possibly the most impossible person I've ever met." He placed his hands on his hips and looked out over the sea once more. "I never said I didn't respect your position as a Lieutenant, I just meant you should have reprimanded Guarnere more calmly."

His patronising was just making her more mad. He really had the nerve to stand there and act like he was better than her when he couldn't possibly understand the situation. "You implied I didn't behave like a proper officer, so please do tell me what you actually meant when you said that because I'd just love to know."

"I didn't mean it like that, so I'm sorry if that's how it came across to you," he huffed, trying to keep his emotions in check, "Just don't talk to your subordinates like that anymore, alright? We've got more than enough to worry about without fights between the officers and the enlisted." He turned to leave without waiting for her to respond any further.

She watched him walk away from her, her simmering temper roiling. Why that sanctimonious prat. She'd just love to see what he would have done if he were in her shoes.

"You know what Winters," she shouted at his retreating back, unable to stop herself from getting in the last word, "I'd like to see you spend a day in my shoes and keep your goddamn cool." Now that she'd started she couldn't stop, all of her frustrated feelings pouring out of her now she'd opened the floodgates a crack.

"I'd like to see you stand there while Guarnere mocks you and says you're just an angry woman on the rag and not get mad. So don't you stand there and patronise me about propriety. Because you know what, if you could actually manage to keep your cool in that situation I'd reckon you were a goddamn saint."

She stormed past his frozen form and marched out the door without a backwards glance, slamming it harshly behind her. Now then, let him stew on that for awhile. She pointedly ignored the twinge of hurt she felt at his words, furiously tampering it down and smothering it with her anger as she marched back to her cabin.

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sincerelyasomebody · 3 years

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Changes || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

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A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long while🤦🏾‍♀️👀. Apologises on the delay and for grammatical errors. I hope it meets your expectations or what you were expecting. Please let me know if the Spanish translations are correct.

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader (married) ☆ 19th Street (mentioned) ▪︎ Cuchillos (mentioned) ▪︎ Los Santos (mentioned) Spooky (mentioned)

Request/Summary: Hii, I was wondering if your still taking requests! If you are can I get one with Sad Eyes where the reader comes home late and a fight breaks out between the two and then she tells him that she found out she’s expecting 🥺🖤 (they could be together for 3yrs) pure angst and fluff if anything! Thank youuu! 💕 - @multiyfandomgirl40

Warning(s): angst, fluff, language, mentions of death and gang violence, pregnancy

Word Count: 1427

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The street lights were on by the time (Y/N) pulled into her driveway. As soon as she switched the engine off, she put her head on her hands and took a deep breath. For the last couple of days, her body started to feel the impact of the extra hours she was pulling. Which wasn't a good sign. Lifting her head up and staring out of the windshield, she spotted her fiance standing on the porch. She gave a half-hearted smile and began to gather her things before hopping out of the car.

She locked her doors and walked up the path to the front steps. As she climbed, she could feel the tension between Jose and herself but chose to ignore it. Moving past him she entered the house and immediately kicked off her heels. She made her way through the living to enter the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"What's going on with us?" she heard once she opened up the fridge, she closed it and looked over at Jose who continued, "it's like we don't even see each other anymore, because I'm out on Santo business and you're working." He moved forward and gently caressed her cheek, "this is the first time I've seen you awake… when I'm here you're usually asleep."

(Y/N) turned her cheek and kissed the palm of his hand, "we're both awake now," and wrapped her arms around his waist. A genuine smile appeared on her face when she felt him a drop kiss on the top of her head.

Jose held her tightly against his chest, "querida… why are you working all these extra hours?" He gently pulled away from her to look at her face, "the last shipment the guys and I did pulled double our usual payment, we're good."

She sighed and shook her head, "it's not about the money… it's more on how you're getting it," she bit her bottom lip, "I'd rather have you safe and here with me than some racks of cash and memories."

"Querida."

"With the death of Cuchillos and the newly formed truce with 19th Street I-I can't help but worry that the next time I'll see you is when I have to identify your body," tears trailed down her cheeks.

He reached out and wiped her tears away, "baby I know I can't promise that-"

"Exactly, you can't! And that's what scares me the most," (Y/N) stepped back, "we're married now, Jose. Not boyfriend and girlfriend, we're not fiance's, we're husband and wife.

"I know what we are, mi amor."

"Okay, then maybe you'll consider cutting back on the runs you take on."

Jose shook his head, "so you're saying I should turn my back on the Santos?" He gestured towards the house, "the reason we have all of this is because of them. And you want me to turn my back on them?"

"I didn't say for you to turn your back on them."

"It sounded like you did."

"All I'm asking is that you don't go on every fucking run!" (Y/N) shot back.

"I'm Spooky's right-hand, wherever he goes I do too. If he's not available, then it's up to me to sort out any problems," he roughly rubbed his face, "you know this already."

She nodded, "you're right I do, but it's time we start getting our shit together," sighing, she continued, "you do know there are other ways to get money without having to clean it all the time?"

He scoffed, "do I look like a guy who works a nine to five?" he began to pace, "I'm not in the Santos because of the money-"

"You joined because of the brotherhood they offered and to make sure your sister and mum would be taken care of."

"If you know all this, why are you questioning it?"

(Y/N) walked out of the kitchen and into the living, she reached into the back of the t.v cabinet (knowing he never went in there) and pulled out the piece of paper that would change their lives. Jose watched as she walked back to him with a look of determination. He shook his head, "the block's been crazy lately and you're worried about me, I get that but-"

"I'm worried because we can't just think about ourselves," (Y/N) slammed the sonogram onto the kitchen counter, "we've gotta think about them too."

Without another word she walked off down the hallway and entered their bedroom. She slammed the door and ignored the rattling of the pictures on the wall. Sliding down on the door, she sobbed as her hands gently rubbed her stomach.

Jose recognised what she had placed on the counter, but couldn't believe it was truly in front of him. He and (Y/N) discussed children early on in their relationship, during their engagement and right after they were married. The conversations switched from "what ifs" to "when we" followed by an example of their upbringing and what they would change for their children. It was always a thought or an idea that seemed so far away.

And now it was going to be a reality.

He gently picked up the picture and traced the outline of it with his forefinger. His focus switched to the typing of the bottom right corner: his wife's name, date and time of when it was taken and how far along the pregnancy was. Laughing when he realised the date of the conception was around Spooky's birthday bash. Shaking his head, he pulled out his wallet and folded the sonogram so it fit beside the photobooth strip of himself and (Y/N) on one of their early dates. He tucked his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and went through the cabinets to see what he could whip up.

After deciding on his chosen dish, he made sure everything was cooked thoroughly before putting it together on the plate. He picked up the plate, a fork (because he knew she preferred it than a spoon) and a bottle of water. Coming up to his bedroom door, he knocked gently, he heard some movement before (Y/N) opened it up.

"I… uh, made you - well both of you something to eat?" He held up the plate and walked inside, "gotta make sure you're eating enough."

She took the plate and fork, sat on the bed and ate away. When she realised he was still by the door, she gestured for him to sit beside her. He did that and was met with a forkful of the food in front of his face, he smiled and took the bite causing her to smile too. She did this a couple more times, but he redirected it to her mouth. She drank all of the water and put the empty bottle beside the bed. Once she was done with the food, Jose picked up the plate and fork and put them on top of the dresser.

He'd sort them out later.

"Thanks for feeding us, we really appreciate it," (Y/N) snuggled into his side when he sat back on the bed, he had an arm over her shoulders and his other hand placed on her stomach. He kissed the side of her head. Sighing, she turned to him and wanted to speak more on what was spoken in the kitchen, but chose to relish in the feeling of them being parents.

She pecked his cheek, "we're gonna be parents."

"Yeah," he moved his hand from her stomach to grab his wallet, opened it up and pulled out the sonogram, "I gotta question though."

"What do you mean?"

"Shit looks different, like did they upgrade the system or something 'cause the last time I saw these was when ma told me I was gonna be a big brother," he held the picture at different angles.

(Y/N) looked at him, "kinda, but not really, the printouts are still the same," she tapped the picture, "but you're right about it being different than mama g's, though," at his confused expression, she continued, "we're expecting double trouble."

Without a second thought, Jose jumped off the bed and picked her up. (Y/N) squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands went to the back of his neck. They shared a passionate kiss, only separating to come up for air.

Jose had a grin plastered across his face, "we had a really good time at Spooky's bash." Laughing, (Y/N) brought him in for another kiss.

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Spanish Translation(s):

Querida - sweetheart

Mi amor - my love

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sofreddie · 3 years

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High School Reunion 2

Summary: Someone at the reunion has a big mouth.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,087

A/N: Inspiration struck out of nowhere and this piece was born. I have a very rough outline for a small series, maybe about 6 parts? We'll see. It's gonna happen randomly, no planned schedule for this one.

PART 1

Y/N bit her lip in excitement and saw a message from Lana. She immediately opened Skype to call her best friend…and thank her.

"Hey you! How was the reunion?" Lana smiled as her face appeared on screen.

"Oh my fucking God I can't believe you!" Y/N screamed, though it was mostly excitement as she blushed profusely.

"So…I take it you had a good night then?" Lana grinned cheekily.

"How could you not tell me you met Jensen Freaking Ackles?! I thought we were friends?" Y/N pouted dramatically as she plopped back on her couch, phone still in hand.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep it from you?" Lana screeched in response, "You remember my last night at the convention, I went to that place for dinner that had the amazing burger?"

"Yeah, I remember. You said you loved the place, that it was a perfect ending to the trip," Y/N remembered, "Now I get why."

"Ok, yeah, so I'm sat at the bar with my burger and a beer and he comes in and sits with a chair between us. I instantly recognized him, but was trying to keep my cool, you know. But he remember me! From the photo op! So we just got to talking and you had just split with Chase and I was so worried about you-"

"Oh Lana, you didn't," Y/N groaned.

"I was just venting about how much I hated that douchebag and what he did to you and what you were going through and how I was so worried about the reunion but thought it could be a good thing for you after Chase-" she rambled on, her words quickly tumbling forth as she pleaded her case to her best friend.

"You're not mad, right?" Lana asked timidly.

"How can I be?" Y/N shouted, "He walked in there all suave and shut down my high school bullies - who were trying to start some shit let me tell you-"

"No!" Lana gasped, "Amanda?"

"And the others," Y/N sighed, "And they were trying to cut in on me and I was gonna run, I'm not gonna lie," Y/N chuckled lightly, "But then he was just there. And she introduced himself as my boyfriend….Oh my god, Lana! What if that gets out?" Y/N sat bolt upright on her couch in a panic.

"Whoa, Y/N, calm down," Lana insisted, "More important than that…he introduced himself as your boyfriend?!"

"Lana!"

"I'm just sayin'-"

Y/N sighed dreamily, "Then we danced. Then he took me for a drive and we parked up at the spot and ate burgers while chatting and watching stars," she sighed again, as if it were a scene from a romantic film she had just watched.

"That sounds like a date," Lana helpfully noted.

"I thought that too!" Y/N squealed, "But that's just the fangirl right? I mean, there's no way."

"How many times I gotta tell you you're a catch, woman?" Lana laughed, "I'm not surprised at all. In fact, I'm taking credit. You're welcome," Y/N groaned once more and Lana chuckled.

"Did I mention we exchanged numbers?" Y/N added with a grin.

"And now I hate you," Lana huffed.

"Yeah, love you too you meddler."

Y/N sighed happily to herself once more as they ended the call. She tossed her phone on the coffee table as she relaxed back into the couch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she replayed the evenings events in her mind.

She had to be dreaming. There was no way this was real, right?

Too tired and content to carry herself off to the bedroom, Y/N laid down on the couch, settling into the plush cushions and dragging the throw from the back of the couch to cover herself, falling asleep quickly and dreaming of shimmering green eyes.

Jensen groaned as he slowly came awake to the incessant ringing and chimes of his phone. He opened his eyes, grabbing for the phone and peeking at the time.

6am.

He and Y/N were out past midnight. After he made it back to the hotel, he had spent the better part of an hour sipping on a beer as he thought over the night he had with her.

He wasn't sure what compelled him to talk to Lana in the bar that night. He could tell she was a nervous fan, and he remembered her from the photo op, just as nervous and shy. But after a beer or two with her dinner, she relaxed and their conversation flowed. It was nice, to be chatting away with someone new, different.

When she went on about her best friend Y/N, Jensen felt something. Apparently the way if affected her friend was severe enough to have Lana in real turmoil over it. Jensen knew what that was like. He'd worried over Jared a time or two just the same.

When Lana gave him a picture, however, his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful, with a charming smile. But he could see her eyes were sad and guarded.

When he realized the reunion was a few hours drive and a few days ahead of his schedule to be at another convention, he decided to make the stop to see Y/N at the reunion. At the very least he could chalk it up to a memorable fan moment.

Jensen rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he reluctantly sat against the headboard, checking to see why his phone was blowing up.

It took only a quick glance through the various calls and text and emails from various persons all talking about the same thing. Jensen opened the text thread from Jared, scrolling through the messages and clicking on a picture that was include.

It was him and Y/N dancing together at the reunion the night before. She looked as amazing as he remembered. Her smile was bright and genuine, but so was his. Apparently word had spread from the reunion that he and Y/N were together. That's when he remembered introducing himself to those girls as Y/N's boyfriend.

He wasn't so bothered by the turn of events, which surprised him. He had decided the night before that he wanted to ask her out on a date. Their chemistry was too intense to not pursue.

What bothered him was how she'd react. They'd literally just met and had a friendly, albeit great, evening and now she was possibly going to be bombarded with paparazzi and everyone in her business.

So much for that date.

He knew it was early, but he wanted Y/N to hear from him first. He opened the new message thread between them, seeing her text from the night before and smiling once more, before typing out his message.

Hey, Y/N. Hope you slept well. Was hoping to talk to you about something.

He sent the message, noting the time, and figured he'd give it some time. He didn't know her schedule, or anything about her really. With a groan, Jensen hit the green button to return one of Jared's missed calls.

"Dude!" Jared exclaimed as he answered after one ring, "I've been trying to get ahold of you for two hours!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm aware," Jensen said with a yawn.

"Did you see the picture?"

"Yeah."

"And?" Jared pressed for more, "Why aren't you freaking out about this?" Jared scoffed. Since his last major relationship ended, Jensen hadn't been with anyone really. An occasional date here and there for an event. But he hadn't seemed interested in anyone at all, and was quick to shut down any insuinuations to the contrary.

"I guess I should of seen it coming," Jensen shrugged, "I did introduce myself as her boyfriend after all."

"You what?" Jared was shocked, trying to wrap his head around it, "Why would you do that? Is there something you aren't telling me? Have you been dating her for a while? Who is she anyway?"

Jared fired off the questions in rapid succession like an excited puppy.

"I gotta talk to her first," Jensen said, "I'll see you at the convention in a couple days. You can interrogate me then."

"I want all the details."

"Don't you always?"

Jensen ended the call, taking a deep breath. He felt so stupid for what he did. He wasn't sure why he did that other than to shut those girls down. He really hated bullies.

He decided to get dressed and grab a couple of coffees on his way to Y/N's house. A quick look at his social media had told him that picture was blowing up. She was bound to find out sooner rather than later. He had to tell her first.

Y/N slowly roused from her deep sleep on the comfy couch, hearing an incessant rapping coming from her front door. She stretched, reaching for her phone on the coffee table and finding it dead.

She rolled her eyes as she threw off the throw, climbing from the couch and shuffling to the door and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She flung open the door, the morning's cresting light just bright enough to assault her eyes. It took her a second to focus, but then she saw Jensen, a small smile on his face and two tall coffees in hand.

"Jensen?" she asked, so very confused and wondering if she was still asleep.

"Hey, uh, I know it's early. But I really needed to see you this morning."

The smile he gave was sweet, but she could tell something was up. Was he worried that maybe she'd go blabbing about their night together? She'd never do that. But she guessed he didn't know that.

"Sure, come in," she smiled warmly, stepping aside and gesturing him into her home. She accepted the coffee as Jensen passed it to her on his way in. She shut the door behind him, taking a whiff of her drink before taking a long gulp, closing her eyes and sighing at the flavor.

"So, what's up?" she asked, shuffling on her feet, "Thanks for the coffee, by the way."

"You're welcome," he smiled, now genuine and inviting and Y/N's heart stuttered slightly at the sight, "I was hoping to talk to you, about last night."

She shook her head, "I won't talk about it with anyone, I promise. Well, other then Lana. I had to call her last night. Yell at her a little," she blushed.

He laughed, nodding his head, "No, I get it. But I wasn't worried about that or anything," he was quick to correct, "Actually, someone else already did."

"Did what?"

"Someone got a picture of us on the dance floor last night and might have said I mentioned I was your boyfriend," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh," she responded, clearly shocked and not sure what to say.

"I just wanted you to hear it from me first, you know? Before seeing it online or whatever."

"Online-" she echoed, her eyes going wide, "So, you can just post a Tweet or something that it's a mistake."

"Okay, well, to be fair, I did introduce myself as your boyfriend to those other women last night."

"Yeah…why'd you do that again?" Y/N smirked despite herself.

He shrugged, "Seemed like the right thing to do. Shut 'em up didn't it?" he grinned, "Besides," he chanced, stepping closer to her," Feels like we had a date last night."

She blushed hard, ducking her head before meeting his eyes once again, "Yeah, it did."

"And I was hoping you'd like to do it again."

"Really?" she asked. She couldn't help the dreamy look in her eye. She still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah. So if you say yes, then we'd be dating, which is practically boyfriend and girlfriend," he explained casually, "So I think we should just keep doing what we're doing and let it ride. What do you think?"

"I think you might be a little bit crazy," she nervously laughed, "Let's start with a second date," she grinned, seeing him brighten up, "And go from there."

"And the press?" Jensen chanced.

"Let them think what they wanna think," she shrugged.

"You're freakin' perfect," he chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, even though she still had bedhead. He smiled at the cuteness of it.

"I should go freshen up!" she realized, seeing him look over her disheveled state, "Uh…be right back." she rushed off down the hall and Jensen laughed to himself.

He had a good feeling about this.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

#high school reunion #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #spn rpf #supernatural rpf #spn #supernatural #reader insert #fluff

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aceghosts · 3 years

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And Hell Followed With Him

Part 1 of the Series: Hope Is The Thing With Feathers.

Rating: Mature

Summary: Accompanying the Marshal and Hope County Sheriff's Department to arrest Joseph Seed, Deputy Blue Murphy makes a choice and kickstarts the war in Hope County.

Warnings: Obviously Canon-Typical Violence and Joseph Seed being Joseph Seed. Also, there is a reference towards implied child abuse/domestic violence towards the end. Please be careful; it's only in one paragraph. Please let me know if I missed anything else.

Words: 2,826

Ships: A little bit of Joseph/Deputy if you squint.

Author's Note: Hey everyone! For a while, I've wanted to start doing a series on Blue's canon for FC5. This oneshot is the first in that series. I really hope you enjoy this!

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“Mendoza, I really don’t have a good feeling about this arrest. Something just seems off,” Blue said into their phone as they sat outside the Hope County Sheriff’s Department. Hope County had been a cluster fuck from day one, especially with Eden’s Gate adding more fuel to the fire. No one had warned Blue about Eden’s Gate before they moved to Hope County three months ago, and they felt woefully underprepared to deal with an actual cult. To top it all off, tonight of all nights, U.S. Marshal Cameron Burke planned to arrest the leader of said cult, Joseph Seed, with the help of the Sheriff’s Department. Always one to look on the bright side, Blue couldn’t find a good side to this situation. Shit was gonna go sideways tonight.

“I know, Murph. I’ve looked up that Joseph Seed guy, seems like a real piece of work,’ Ranger Gabriel Mendoza, Blue’s former boss and their mentor, continued as Blue snorted in response, ‘Keep your wits about you; you’ve been through worse before. You just have to get through this job for the next two weeks, Murph. Then, you’ll be back at the Ranger Station with us.”

Blue sighed, leaning their head against the steering wheel. He was right; two weeks could go by in a blink of an eye. It’s just…they detested this job with every fiber of their being. Blue wasn’t meant to be a Deputy. That had become painfully clear on the first day, but no one else wanted the fucking job, and Blue was another warm body to fil the spot. Their personal life was even more of a disaster; Blue felt plain lonely in Hope County. No matter how hard they tried to make friends; most folks weren’t willing to Blue a fair shake thanks to Eden’s Gate. It was a lonely and isolating experience. Sitting up, Blue glanced at the clock on their truck’s dashboard. Shit, they needed to head in. “You’re right, Mendoza. I gotta go; I’ll give you a call sometime next week.”

“Good luck, Murph. Stay safe out there.” He said before hanging up. Looking at the station, Blue felt a sense of dread overwhelming them. Maybe, they should run, leave Hope County, and never look back. They shook their head, knowing how cowardly that would be. Blue couldn’t let their teammates down. Opening the door of their truck, Blue hopped out of the truck, closing the door behind them. Locking it, Blue walked towards the station, shoving their hands and phone into their jeans pockets.

“Hey Rook!” Hudson said, patting them on the back.

“Hey, Hudson.” Blue replied nervously. They liked Hudson and admired her toughness.

“You nervous about tonight?”

Blue nodded as the two walked towards the station door. “Yeah, just have a bad feeling about this.”

“We’ll be fine, Rook. Whitehorse won’t let us down.” She said, opening the door.

“I know he won’t.” Blue said. Sheriff Whitehorse was not the person they were worried about.

“I will make them see.” Blue closed their eyes as they lost service, sick to their stomach. Behind their eyelids, a vision of Joseph Seed with raised, bloody hands appeared. How could one person be so desensitized to all of this violence? Be so casual about gouging a man’s eyes out? They opened their eyes, slipping their phone into their pocket, still queasy. A part of them was angry, that familiar wrath appearing. What right did Joseph Seed think he had to hurt others so horrifically?

Mendoza’s words replayed in their mind, bringing a small comfort to Blue: “Keep your wits about you; you’ve been through worse before”. As the helicopter continued its winding flight to the Eden’s Gate compound, Blue’s ominous feelings only grew, the sinking feeling in their chest growing worse. “Nervous, Rookie?” Marshal Burke asked, eying Blue with distrust.

“A little bit.” Blue answered, their mouth dry. Blue didn’t trust Marshal Burke, and it seemed that no one else trusted him either. Sheriff Whitehorse had been very clear that he thought Marshal Burke was making a mistake. Marshal Burke shrugged it off, acting like the department was overreacting. Blue thought he seemed like the kind of man who was more concerned with potential glory, never thinking about what might happen in his wake. This was a delicate situation, and Marshal Burke was not a delicate man.

“Don’t freak out on us, Rookie. We don’t need you to whip them up into a frenzy and start shooting at us.” Marshal Burke admonished them.

“We can rely on Deputy Murphy.” Sheriff Whitehorse said, interceding on Blue’s behalf. “Deputy Murphy is a valued member of this department. They haven’t let us down.”

Marshal Burke snorted. “I’ll be the judge of that.” He replied, slightly defensive. Blue shot a small smile at Sheriff Whitehorse before turning to look out the helicopter window. Blue didn’t blame the Marshal for not trusting them; Blue was the new guy on the team. Plus, it didn’t help that there were rumors of Eden’s Gate still having a mole in the Hope County Sheriff’s Department.

Passing by the statue of Joseph Seed, Blue leaned forward to get a better look, their hand coming up to touch the window. The monstrosity of the statue was one of the first things Blue noticed in Hope County. It looked even uglier up close. Blue wondered what kind of man could inspire his followers to build a statue of him, to follow him so fervently. Probably the same kind of monster who casually gouged someone’s eyes out.

As Sheriff Whitehorse called for dispatch, Blue looked away from the window, automatically feeling for the pocketknife in their pocket. The pocketknife belonged to their Grandfather, something he always carried with him and passed on to Blue when he died. He always told Blue that the knife had saved his life, considering the old knife lucky. Bouncing their leg anxiously, Blue thought: I hope this knife brings me luck tonight; I’m going to need it.

The Helicopter circled the Eden’s Gate compound, Blue’s sense of dread worsening. Leave, Leave now. But it was too late. The helicopter descended, landing within the dark compound. Blue certainly felt like they were about to descend into hell. Hopefully, they made it out in one piece.

Pulling off their headset, Blue stepped out of the helicopter, shivering at the wind created by the blades. They fell into step behind the Marshal, Sheriff Whitehorse, and Hudson, bringing up the rear. Blue kept their left hand ready, near their service weapon. Their chest tightened, anxiety threatening to overwhelm them. The Peggies watched the group closely, faces full of fury and fear. If looks could kill, the group would have been reduced to ash. Dogs barked threateningly, jaws snapping loudly. Their skin crawled, resisting the urge to clap their hands over their ears to drown out the noise. The small Church seemed to be an eternity away with every step.

When they finally reached the small Church, Blue could barely hear Sheriff Whitehorse over the fervent singing of the devoted. Fuck, this was a terrible idea. Realizing that Blue must be terrified, Hudson placed a comforting hand on their right shoulder. “You’ll be fine.” Blue could only nod in response; they hoped she was right.

Marshal Burke and Sheriff Whitehorse opened the door to the Church as the singing quieted. “Somethings coming.’ Joseph Seed said, pausing as the doors fully opened, ‘You can feel it, can’t you?” For the first time since arriving in Hope County, Deputy Blue Murphy finally saw Joseph Seed in person. The symbol for Eden’s Gate behind him glowed, bathing him in celestial light. He looked fucking divine, more than human from the back of the Church. His followers were enthralled, hanging onto each and every word like it was fucking air. He radiated a transcendent aura, weighing down on their shoulders. Blue’s heart skipped a beat as they continued forward. They could see why so many believed he was much more than a mere man; he certainly looked like it now.

Sheriff Whitehorse glanced back at Blue, checking on them. They nodded, still following the Sheriff. No matter how ethereal Joseph appeared, Blue was determined to see this through. Peggies parted around the, watching the trio. Their eyes bared into the group, full of only white, hot rage. Many of them clambered to their feet, the air within the Church changing. A storm was coming, heavy and electrifying.

Marshal Burke, unfazed, shoved the arrest in Joseph’s face, reciting the charges. The Peggies spilled in front of Joseph, determined to protect their beloved Father. Blue’s left hand gripped their service weapon, unwilling to use it. As Sheriff Whitehorse tried to deescalate the situation, Joseph descended, peggies moving like they were the Red Sea, and Joseph was fucking Moses. It was fucking terrifying to see the way he calmed them with a handful of words and a loving look.

As the peggies left the Church, Blue finally got a closer look at the rest of the Seed Family. First, their eyes settled on John, the youngest brother. Blue knew he was something of a hotshot lawyer before working for the cult. They wondered what could bring him here to the middle of bumfuck nowhere. His blue eyes watched the trio hawkishly, daring them to make the wrong move. Their eyes moved to Jacob, the eldest brother. Blue knew he had served in a previous war, but Sheriff Whitehorse had little details about his service. Whatever happened had clearly changed him as it would any other person. His eyes seemed to appraise the group, clearly not threatened by any of them. Lastly, they looked at Faith, the only sister of the quartet. No one knew quite where she came from, save for the odd whisper or rumor. Blue found it difficult to look at her; something was off about Faith. She appeared hazy as if she was a mirage.

“Behold it was a white horse.” Joseph paused before finally turning to look at Blue. “And Hell followed with him.” He held his hands out in front of him, waiting for Blue to put the cuffs on. Behind the shades, his startingly blue eyes burned through them, as if he was finally seeing Blue for the first time. They couldn’t read the expression on his face; it was as if he knew something they didn’t. Blue felt like they were the only two people in the room, no one else existed. They were looking into the void, drawing them in with sweet promises of salvation. Perhaps, they could-

“Rookie, cuff this son of a bitch.” Marshal Burke commanded.

Joseph shook his head. “God will not let you take me.”

Staring at Joseph’s offered hands, an internal battle waged within Blue. The group could leave now, and Eden’s Gate would continue their reign of terror. Or Blue could arrest him and finally put an end to all of this madness. Being scared is part of being brave, Blue Jay. Their Grandfather’s voice echoed in their head, and Blue knew what they had to do. Taking a deep breath, Blue grabbed the handcuffs from their belt, determined to arrest him. Stepping forward, Blue placed the handcuffs on his wrists.

“Sometimes, the best thing to do is to walk away.”

“Anyone there? Over.” Blue blinked, the world spinning blurrily around them. Their head pounded painfully as the memories leading up to the crash flooded back. Glancing between Marshal Burke and Hudson, Blue realized they were both unconscious. Shit, they were the only one awake. They’ll have to let Nancy know that they need back up and a hell of a lot of back up at that.

“Nancy.” They croaked, pain coursing through them as they stretched towards the headset. Shit, they missed. They reached again. Another miss. Blue reached again, snagging the headset on the third time, dragging it closer to them. Help is within their grasp.

A hand gripped their wrist, firm yet gentle. They jumped, nearly dropping the headset as Joseph swings into view. He is still staring through them, magnetic eyes hidden behind a piss shade pair of aviators. As he finished whistling the last few notes of Amazing Grace, his eyes trail up and down Blue. It’s almost as if he is committing this scene to his memory, committing Blue to memory. A shiver runs over them as Blue glanced towards the headset. If they could just get free…

He squeezed their wrist painfully, Blue releasing the headset with a painful hiss. They shoot him a fierce glare as he lets go of their wrist. Oh, Blue is so going to kick his ass. They are no longer afraid, familiar wrath simmering within Blue. Joseph grabs the collar of their uniform, invading Blue’s space as he pulls himself closer. They tried not to flinch, only drawing back slightly. Yet, Joseph does not let them escape, coming closer. “I told you that God wouldn’t let you take me.”

Nancy called for the group again over the radio. “Nancy!” Blue yelled as the two simultaneously looked at the headset. “Call for help! Call for the National Guard!”

Joseph grabbed the headset, his grip on Blue firm. “Dispatch.” He spoke calmly as if he was a member of Hope County Sheriff’s Department. “Everything is just fine here. No need to call anyone.”

Don’t believe him, Nancy. You have to help us. “Yes, Father. Praise be to you.” Blue’s blood runs cold as they finally realize who the mole is in the Sheriff’s Department. Nancy? One of the few who went out of their way to make Blue feel welcome? Who brought chocolate chip cookies every Wednesday? Fuck. The familiar wrath boiled within Blue. If Blue got out of this alive, they were going to give Nancy a piece of their mind and a whole lot fucking more.

Joseph’s undivided attention settled on Blue again. He pulled in closer to Blue, trapping them against the seat of the helicopter. His breath was warm on their face as he whispered, “No one is coming to save you.”

Blue snapped, hearing those words as a challenge. From an early age, Blue knew they couldn’t always rely on others to save them. When Police, Teachers, Preachers, and other people turned a blind eye at the hell Blue and their mother went through, it was up to Blue to deal with it. And, when that fucking monster decided he’d had enough of Blue and their mother, it had been up to Blue to stop him. And they had; they had done what no one else was willing to do. Fine. If Joseph wanted a fucking fight, he was going to fucking get one. The familiar wrath within them burned red hot. Blue leaned in closer to him, their nose practically touching his. They snarled, “I don’t need anyone to save me. I’ll fucking do it myself.”

The corner of Joseph’s lips twitched upwards in a cold smirk. He pressed his forehead against their forehead, his right hand coming up to cup their face. “Let me save you, my child. You no longer need to rely on yourself. The Father is always willing to help those who are willing to repent.”

Blue rolled their eyes. “No thanks, I’ll take my fucking chances. People like you never mean it when you say you’re gonna save people. You just want the fucking credit for doing jack shit.”

He shook his head in disappointment, not justifying their words with any response. Blue watched him pull himself out of the helicopter, surprisingly gracefully. Beside Blue, Hudson groaned in pain, finally waking up. Across from Blue, Marshal Burke woke up, slightly disoriented as well. They sighed in relief, knowing it would be easier to escape with Hudson and Burke awake.

Unfortunately, things went to hell in a handbasket in a matter of seconds. Blue grabbed onto Hudson’s legs as the peggies started to drag her out of the helicopter. “LET HER GO!” Blue screamed, trying to pull Hudson back into the helicopter. The peggies pulled harder, Hudson slipping out of Blue’s grasp. As they reached out for her, flames exploded starting to devour the helicopter.

Fuck, they need to get the hell out now. Blue wasn’t surprised that the Marshal left them to burn; he seemed like the unreliable type anyway. Fishing their lucky pocketknife out, Blue cut their seatbelt, crashing down onto the roof of the helicopter. They scrambled out, knife still in hand, and into the fresh night air. Throwing one last glance behind them, Blue caught sight of Joseph through the growing fire. He held out his hand, one last offer. “Let me save you, my child.” They could hear him whisper.

Smirking impulsively, Blue flipped him the bird.

Joseph shook his head, pointing right towards Blue, ordering the remaining Peggies to give chase. Blue took off into the night, now determined to win this fight.

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huntective-kyeo · 3 years

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❗Warning❗ TYPOS, SPELLING, AND GRAMMAR. And English is not my first language. Kinda angry hehehe

This is my first time to post it here and I hope you like it. Feel free to criticize my writing so I can improve.

So enjoy.

FIRST FANFIC

My Father is Dean Winchester

Dean POV

I sat down on the chair and open the lid of the beer. It's been hectic two weeks. Sam and I hunt a witch in Colorado and it took us a week to find the witch and killed it. That witch got Sam to bruise his ankle, and a concussion but thankfully nothing major injuries that needed stitches and so. Most of all the sonavabitch wore witch almost touch and probably hex my Baby which I did make her pay for it.

All in all, it took us a few days to get back at the bunker and now I'm sitting on the chair, probably wanted to eat some pies and get drunk.

My thoughts interrupt when the door opened and I looked up wonder who that person is. My instinct is to grab my trustful gun and aim it towards that intruder. However instead of getting alert, and hunting instinct it exactly quite opposite to what I feel right now.

Third POV.

A girl took a deep breath and with her shaky hand, she holds the handle and she pauses before she opened the door.

She didn't know what to do or what to say. She felt nervous to face them all. She wants to keep it secret however it keeps harder and harder to hide all the symptoms she felt during the last few months.

with heavy heart and soul, she opened the door and wish that bunker is well as empty as when she leaves it a few hours ago.

She didn't notice that the Impala, her first love park on her usual spot, she didn't notice a man sit on the chair seem like thinking something, she didn't notice her dad.

Dean POV

" y/n? " I blurted out. I didn't notice that my daughter y/n leave the bunker without telling us, or wasn't I?

Y/n my precious daughter, my little sunshine, and the only reason aside from my little brother who keeps me alive. 16 years ago Her mother and I met at the bar and happened to have one night stand. I was drunk to forget us condoms. I didn't realize it until, nine months later, Kylia found me and she shove the newly baby born into arms. I didn't hear her rants about not wanting kids because I was so fallen to my baby girl. I swear y/n is the most beautiful baby girl that I've ever seen. From that fateful night, I swore that I protect and love her no matter what.

With the help of my brother and my family, we did a good job raising a finest and yet mini-me y/n which kinda bit frustrated when she becomes a rebellious teenager and seeking for a new way to hunt.

I know that being a father and hunter ain't hood to raise a child in a world full of darkness but I did try my best to become a father that she deserved and not the father that I used to grow up

I again clear up my throat and by the time that I saw her, I know something is terrible up. Called it father instinct. My stomach began to feel something that I don't know if it's about the food or the worriedness about my daughter.

"Where have you been, I told you not to go outside not unless if you needed something but should-" I stumble and am shocked by a sudden hug coming from my daughter. My eyebrows meet and speculate more thoughts about what happened to her during a few weeks.

Then suddenly y/n cried up and my heart broke up thousand of pieces. Through I used to her cry of nonsense but this is different. I can feel it.

I began to think of a different reason why she cried like this. Is she on her period? Did a boy break her heart? If it is, then who? Oh god, my baby girl is heartbroken?! No-no-no.

" Hey, baby girl what's wrong? " I managed to ask a few words as I stroke her hair.

I didn't get her reply as she continues sobbing and sniffing on my chest. I continuously stroke her hair and rubbed a small circle on her back. With her tears I heard, I began to tear up which probably I got hurt when my baby girl gets hurt.

I saw Sam holding a can and some books and gave me confused look. I know he was confused about what is going on and the same as me. I only gave her shrug off before concentrate on keeping her calm down.

I sigh and sing a song that makes her calm down. It's a song that I always sing to her whenever she feels scared and upset. it her lullaby and till now I always sing to her when she felt like this. And now even though she's growing up ain't stopping this.

'Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better'

I sang softly and smile. I heard her sobs subside and her shoulder is no longer tensed. I kissed her head and quietly sing the rest of the song

By the song ends, y/n look up to me and hate to see her red-rimmed eyes and red nose face at me.

" Daddy... "

Y/n POV

After the song finish, I felt quite comfortable and my heart no longer pains me.

" daddy" I called up again. I hate seeing my dad worried glances and I wanted to back down but I know it's too late, now that I cried to his chest, and makes my father worried.

" what's wrong, princess " I nearly chuckle to hear the old nickname that I used to love but hate now. I should give my father annoying and death glares to him but I'm drained and tired to argue with my father.

Instead of the reply to his question, I took a piece of paper inside my leather jacket. With my shaky hand, I hesitate to give it to him. I saw my father unfold the paper and read it.

I know he reads it as I saw his face turn to a worried and horrifying face. I bit my lip as teardrops start to stream to his face and suddenly it aches my heart.

I didn't realize that my uncle Sam was there and he took the paper that my dad read it. My dad was frozen and saw Sam has the same reaction but he stumbled a bit and luckily sat on the chair or else he would hurt more.

The air was tense and several minutes seemed like a century to me as I was forced to see my dad and uncle of their horrifying reaction.

I was about to leave them and lock them up in my room but my dad grabs my wrist and put pressure on it, so I couldn't shove it off, I hesitate to look at his now red-rimmed eyes just like mine.

" Is this true? "

My heart broke as I nod

" when... When did it start? "

I flinched to hear a tone when my dad wanted a straight answer but I could see the difference of it. Instead of deadly and threatened, it's a broken and saddened tone that probably haunt me the rest of my life.

" honey, when did start... " I look up to him as a surprise to hear the familiar fatherly sweet tone that only me can know.

"a few months ago. When you just back from purgatory dad... " I mumble but I know that dad heard it because he mumbles coherent words that I know he's cursing, I wish it's not from me.

Then suddenly my dad sat down on the chair and then he hugged tightly couldn't breathe but slightly loose the tightness but still hugging me

" We can pull this up alright, we will. N/n we will fight this together okay, we'll find ways to rid this shit. We will be on your battle. " I then look up at my father and saw the tense and urging look " we will fight this out but you'll do your job ok, you'll kick this shit out, and keep fighting. Don't give up okay please, little n/n. " I heard him crack as didn't say anything considering, I was crying again and the inky response I can get is nodding.

Then I hug my father again and I feel another wrapped strong arms. I smile softly that uncle Sam joined the party. Now we are Complete, I feel like I'm ready to fight this shut out.

" Winchester is hard to kill, not even cancer. " I chuckle to hear uncle Sammy spoke.

"Yeah right, so you gonna do your part little princess, aright. Don't give up. " My father kiss my forehead. We parted away and wipes the tears we have. We laugh as we sniffle then finally our tears died down.

My father, Dean wipe the remaining tears and I look up to him confused. I saw him sad and regret my eyes and my heart sank.

" I love you N/Niepie, " then he kisses my forehead.

----AND CUT!!! ---

" Nice work J2 and Jodi damn there are no dried tears here " Robert yelled as all the staff and crew wipe their tears. " okay thirty minutes break, Jared, come to me I gotta asked you something" he added.

A group of assistants swarms the actors and did their task. Some wipe their sweats, do makeup, fixing their hair, and so on.

Jensen chuckles a little bit and wipes the remaining tears from his eyes.

" nice job dude, seem like the Days of our Lives gig paid off huh" A sixteen years old, young actress Jodi Smith tease him.

He rolled his eyes and ruffle her hair. " nice try but no you not riding my Baby" Jodi groan and about to reply when her assistant came and whisper to her ear "You're lucky, Mr. Ackles. Robert needs me now but I won't stop bothering you not until I sat on the driver seat and ride the impala".

When Jodi is out of sight, Jensen Ackles began to walk through his trailer. The thirty minutes of break is not enough of yearning for his daughter.

By the time he got inside. He locks it and sits on the couch. He rubbed his tired face as he grabs the old filthy Cinderella wallet. Today scene was emotional to him, not because of the scene itself but because he truly did miss his daughter y/n

In the finale of season 12, alongside Jack Kline played Alexander Calvert, and y/n Winchester played Jodi Smith we're both introduced and a new cast of Supernatural. Jensen was supposed to be glad that there are two new members of their family, but instead, it replaces guilt and dreadful feelings.

It's not the new cast members but the fact that Jodi Smith portrays is seem a great punch to his heart that he starts to realize he still has a daughter that should be taken care of.

No one knows not even Jared. Danneel and the kids, the crew nor the fans knew that the great Jensen Ackles has a secret daughter and only his close family knew about this truth.

" I'm sorry princess, How I wish I was there for you but you know I can't."

Jensen stroke a faded picture of an eight-year-old girl holding a doll whilst hugging the twenty-year-old Jensen Ackles.

" I'm sorry, I love you" he kisses the picture with so much love and tears began to stream down his cheeks

Hope you like it keep safe everyone. Reblog and like will yah.

#winchester x daughter reader #supernatural #jensen x daughter reader #jensen ackles #x daughter reader #dean x Reader #dean x daughter reader

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atsunflower · 4 years

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Rated: SFW

Author notes: fucking finally, I'd say. Sorry it took me so long to post it after I decided to revamp this series. Here goes my belated 300 special med student!Kuroo. Please note that this is written based on the med school model we have here, in wich we get the MD degree right away, without the pre-med division they have in USA.

PS: DAI¹ stands for diffuse axonal injury, a type of brain damage caused by violent shakes (acceleration/deceleration/shaken baby syndrome) of the head. No worries, banging your head against a hard surface isn't supposed to give you it. If you get confused by any medical terms, pls hmu!!

Warnings: me trying to be funny. Cursing (reader swears like a sailor here).

I – Lehninger principles of biochemistry

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Your head was throbbing. The professor's voice dragging through your ears made the discomfort you felt even bigger.

The first class of the day have barely started and you were already regretting leaving your bed.

You let out a shuddering breath while your fingers found their way to your temples. You massaged the area, trying to ease the headache.

"You look like shit" the voice came from your right. Shirabu gave you a sideways glance before going back to his notes. "Let me guess, your neighbor again?"

"Yeah, the bastard was up all the night. I still can hear his bed pounding into the wall and the girl trying to muffle her voice" You groaned.

"Ew. Gross" The blonde's face contorted in a grimace "Am I the only one weirded by the fact you never saw the guy?" He asked frowning.

"Hell, no. But I don't think I wanna meet him anytime soon." Your reply was earn; you wouldn't know how to react if you ever saw the said man. "Besides, the guy has this strange schedule. He leaves early in the morning and comes back late at night, it's kinda weird"

"Weird is the way you know him so well and never saw him before" You ignored your him and turned your attention back to the professor. Twenty minutes into the lecture, the door was open and a raven hair peaked from it, sitting on the desk available in the front row.

You mood automatically got worse just by the sight.

"You're staring" Shirabu's uninterested voice ringed in your ears again "Why don't you admit you have a thing for him already? It would make our lives a thousand times easier"

"I just dislike him. I can't stand that dumbass" You retorted grimacing while scribbling down in your notebook. God, you hated biochemistry.

"Yeah, keep repeating that and someday you'll believe it."

"Why you all keep saying it?" You winced at the high pitch of your whisper "The guy ain't special. He is an asshole, honestly"

"Deep down you only say it because he told you were 'just okay' in our first week of freshmen year" The male gave you a pointed look. "I know it's you just being petty, but it's pretty obvious you have a crush on him"

"Hell no, I'd rather have the whole Lehninger shoved down my throat" Your classmate scoffed by your side, resuming to his notes.

"By the looks Haruno-sensei is sending in our direction, it's going to happen anytime soon."

"For this term, you'll send me an essay about peptides with especial focus on physiologically active ones and their major role on human organism." The professor said, sending a stern glare though the class. "Pay attention to the next slide. It contains a table with the pairs I've assigned for this paper"

What the hecking heck?

Your mind went blank but you still heard Shirabu snickering by your peripheral. For such a stoic man, he was pretty out of character today. That little shit.

"Beware the addressed pairs won't be changed in any circumstances. Don't even bother to try" The woman said as she addressed the whole class a cold glare. Goddammit med school and its goddam professors. "You now can discuss this paper. Remember this essay is worth half the grade"

"Fuck" you cursed as your forehead banged onto the thick textbook.

"Whoa, be careful" The teasing voice made you painfully groan "We don't want this pretty brain of yours getting a DAI¹ before we start this paper"

"It's too early in the morning to deal with you, Kuroo" Your retorted came muffled as you pressed your face even flatter into the book.

"It's too early in the morning for you be ranting about everything but you don't hear me complaining, kitten" He jabbed at you, laughing it off as mere teasing "Is it fine if we start the paper on this weekend? I gotta volley practice the whole week."

"Sure. Wanna meet up on the public library?" You asked gathering your things, as you turned to Shirabu and saw him cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Fine by me" The male scratched the back of his neck, giving you an awkward glance "Actually, I wanted to ask you phone number" You stiffened "Aw [Surname]-chan, C'mon! You know it's easier."

"But what for? You already have my institutional email"

"You're too formal for your own good, woman" He handed you his phone, nudging the device into your palms "Where do you think this strict act is going to take you?"

You rolled your eyes at him again.

"Actually, Kuroo-san" You made a pause, voicing the words with candour "I want chaos and world domination. But in order to do it, I need to overthrow the dean first" You said while punching the numbers onto the chapped screen of his phone. The ravenette snorted at your reply.

"Oh shit, you're so weird!" And he left out a hyena laugh.

"Way to impress a girl, huh"

"Only the ones I'm trynna woo" The male smirked when he saw your dumbfounded face.

"Huh? Big words coming from a nerd" You brushed off his provocation. You knew he didn't mean it, but you couldn't prevent your heart to skip a beat.

"Oi, [Name]! What do you mean?"

Surprisingly, the week went smoothly. No Kuroo incidents nor professors bitching over the struggling students.

It was saturday and you were more than ready to spend a whole day inside the library with the ravenette.

Sarcasm? Check.

It wasn't like you hated him. If you were to be honest, it was the other way around — but you would never give Shirabu the taste of being right.

Kuroo just had a special way of getting under your skin. He knew what buttons to push and how to make feel flustered.

You were indeed whipped for him in your first year, but he was an asshole back then — It was kinda comprehensible though: being new to the infamous uni life, freshmen were always seeking acceptance from other people.

Kouhai trying to impress their senpai.

Jocks trying to make a number on the female population.

You trying to grab the attention of that hot guy from welcome ceremony — yes, the one who ended to be the bane of your campus existence.

Yada yada.

But when Kuroo turned you down — without you confessing first, you may add —, your pride was incredibly hurt. You then declared war. Best way to rile up a med student? Make your grades better than theirs.

But of fucking course Kuroo wasn't your regular med student. The competition only provoked meaningless banter — and it annoyed you even more because you couldn't get into his nerves the same way he did to you.

"Oi, [Surname]! You good there?"

"Yeah, yeah, get back to the damn peptides" You definitely despised biochemistry.

You rummaged through the books sprawled over the desk, searching for your Lehninger copy.

"Where the fuck that huge ass book went to?" You murmured, getting ready to go check on your backpack.

Glancing towards your classmate's direction, you spotted it under one of the textbooks he was using, but before you could reach for it, you felt hands gingerly wrapping around your chin, making your eyes lock into his stare.

"What are you doing?" You knew the warmth in your cheeks wasn't being provided by his body temperature.

"Conducting an experiment" He said as you melted under his attentive stare.

"Huh?"

"You know, they say exchanging looks causes an increase on Oxytocin synthesis in hypothalamus" The male smirked when a vein popped on your head, your brain recalled that science paper about the physiology on human and dog interactions. You wanted chaos and world domination — but in order to make it, you had to kill Kuroo first.

"Are you fucking calling me a dog?" You squinted at him, ready to fight. He laughed as your slapped his hands off of your face.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke. You know the hormone of love doesn't work this way." His hyena laugh made presence as the bibliothecary gave you two a dejected stare.

Just a joke, huh?

For a med student, Kuroo Tetsuro would make a shitty doctor if he didn't know how bad his smile was for your heart.

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