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Do you think u could write abt the gang being (separately) absolutely obsessed with the reader. Like they adore everything she does, they can’t get enough of her. To the point where the rest of the gang starts releasing them abt it, meanwhile reader is like completely oblivious lol
୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ heaven and hell were words to me.⋄ 𓍯
…IN WHICH! the greasers is totally obsessed!
tags/warnings: no confessions—just the gang having a crush, gang being literally whipped, them being a little odd, kinda toxic!johnny LFMAO, nothing else to my knowledge
ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m just working…working hard so i can please you.(shout out to ema/corvyes/loml for that ref.) but if i get a req asking me for like the gng confessing to you—i will do it. trust.
Dallas Winston
WHEN HE’S DRUNK, YOU’RE ALLLL HE TALKS ABOUT LMFAOOOO
“i’m tellin’ you—there ain’t a girl like her.”
dallas would repeat after what felt like this 5th drink of the night. buck is sick of him, two-bit regrets dragging him along, and dallas just wants to tell them how good you looked today.
when he sees you walking home, to school, or to work he WILL tag along. HE DOESN’T GAF IF YOU TELL HIM TO TAKE A HIKE!
actually, he kinda does. you’re like the only person he listens to.
LMFAOOO THE GANG THREATENS TO CALL YOU OVER WHENEVER DALLAS IS DOING SMTH STUPID
like whenever you threaten a kid ur gna tell santa.
“dallas, i’m gonna tell y/n what you did last week.”
“??if you do, i’ll beat your head in, soda.”
“YIKES..i’m gonna have to tell her that too…”
“…don’t, she’d be so mad at me😔😒.”
THE GANG TEASES DALLAS THE WORST(besides ponyboy) ABOUT YOU LFNAOAOAOAO
like they’re shoving him toward you, nudging him at even the slightest mention of you, giggling as they tell him they seen you today.
“look, it’s your girlfriend.”
“steve, shut up! she ain’t deaf!”
—
“GO SEE HER!”
“OW—i mean—hi, y/n.”
“did you…trip? or did you mean to bump into me?”
“yeah, sorry or whatever. some IDIOT back there pushed me.”
—
“guess who i saw..🥰🥰”
“who?”
“your wife…”
“can you NOT.”
despite all that, you somehow, still don’t know how he feels about you. how? we’ll never know. it’s beyond the human mind.
his friends try and hint at you that the big, bad greaser has a school girl crush on you. do you get what they’re trying to say? no. but that’s okay, you’re just a girl.
lowkey pisses dallas off but that’s okay cuz he prefers admiring from afar. DOES HOWEVER ASK YOU TO HANG OUT AND CONSIDERS THEM A DATE IN HIS HEAD TO KEEP HIM SANE LFMAO
“you wanna go see this drag race tomorrow?”
“sure! i don’t have work then. uhm, pick me up at my place!”
“alright, cool.”
‘yeah..,it’s date🥱😍’ — dallas’ brain.
Johnny Cade
‘johnny, if you even fucking stutter when you talk to her today—you’re gonna have to drink pickle juice.’
“oh, hi. i didn’t see you there, johnny. ‘m sorry.”
“o-oh—it’s alright.”
‘well, shit.”
he thinks he looks like such a fucking loser when he talks to you omfg😭😭
the gang tries to tell him he might have a shot but he thinks they’re just telling him that because he’s their friend. :(
HEAVILY admires from afar. like seriously he’s a fucking stalker
WAIT LMFOAOO HE’D BE THE TYPE OF GUY TO ACCIDENTALLY STALK YOU LIKE HE’D FOLLOW YOU PLACES FROM AFAR LMFAOAOAOOAOA
what a little freak
anyways
he accidentally lets things slip to let you know he’s better than any other guy trying to go after you. like if you had a shitty ex—he’s preaching that he’d ‘never treat you like that, he can’t imagine that a guy with a brain ever would.’
johnny does everything to keep your attention on HIM and nobody else when your friends try and talk to you when you two are out together. like you could be having a conversation with him and he’d be just pouting in the background with his arms crossed.
“y/n, look. they got that shirt you was talkin’ ‘bout. let’s go check it out. c’mon.” “oh—alright! bye, viv!😊” “yeah, bye viv.😒”
side eyes the gang whenever they bring you up in conversation
“johnny and y/n sittin’ in a tree—“
“😒🤨”
“alright.”
he tries to subtly hint that he really likes you and that you’re his type but it’s not subtle at ALL.
“y’know, if i were to have a girlfriend, i’d wish she was like you.”
—
“my type? uhm, it’d probably be someone-“ and he goes on to describe you.
Ponyboy Curtis
‘holy fuck that’s literally y/n walking towards me??!! does she know i’m here—does she even know me-wow she looks good in red. i mean—SHE’S WAVING OH MY GOD.’
HE IS SUCH A WRECK I CANTTT
ponyboy is the type to stare off into space in your direction and dream about how well he’d treat you if he was your man!!
yk how bitches be like ‘my man, my man!’ whenever they talk about their crush?? he’s all ‘my girl, my girl!’ WUAGRMRNEE
the gang was so confused on why he was so eager to go to school all of a sudden?? and why he cares about his appearance just slightly more than usual?? …is that soda’s shirt he’s wearing?-
two-bit was the first one to realize what was happening when he seen ponyboy and you talk in the halls. that wasn’t the giveaway, though.
it was the way he stared at you like you were the only girl alive and everyone else was just gone. two-bit was almost moved to tears to see ponyboy all grown😞😞!!!
“is tha’ your girlfriend? that why you couldn’t wait ‘til monday?”
“shut up!”
“ouuu, wait until the gang hears ‘bout this!”
“YOU AIN’T TELLIN’ ‘EM NOTHIN’!”
ever since — it has been hell on earth for ponyboy. dallas brings you up every time ponyboy gets smart, johnny giggles at every kissing scene at a movie nudges him, soda and darry had to give him ‘the talk,’ (soda just made it worse by making snide remarks.) and steve never stopped poking fun at him.
two-bit tried to get you to spill the beans on how you felt about him, but all you’d do was huff and ignore him. FINE THEN😒!—is what he always thought.
soda, johnny and two-bit all let ponyboy rant about you.
“LIKE, BRO. my girl, my girl! she’s so cute and smart. LIKE SHE’S TOTALLY MY DREAM.”
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“that’s so cute ☹️” - soda
“SHE WANTS YOU SOO BAD” - two-bit
“just go tell her, man.” - johnny
does everything to impress you stoppp 😭😭!! pony is trying harder in school, using less hair grease, wearing darry’s cheap cologne when he’s not looking, etc.
HE’S SO SILLY I LOVE HIM!!!
Sodapop Curtis
delusional king!!! yes soda, let the voices in your head tell you that she wants you so bad!!🫶🫶
swear to goddd he thinks y’all are meant to be. you tipped him when he was working at the cash register and he was sooo in love
sorry in my head he’s a hopeless romantic
cause a) you were gorgeous, b) kind enough to tip him, and c) most likely rich💯💯
when he seen you at random places with your friends—soda would get so excited LMFAOOO
STOP HE’D HOUND PONY FOR YOUR NAME
“bro they probably go to your school—just lemme look at your yearbook!”
“no??? you weirdo???”
“please??!! i’ll do the dishes or something!”
“….get me a pack of cigarettes and i’ll tell you.”
“OKAY🥰🥰”
stole them but pony never said how to get them so who gaf!!!
SODA WOULD TOTALLY WRITE YOUR FIRST INITAL + HIS LMFAOOAOAOAOAA
or he’d see who’s last name went best with curtis or your last name!!!1!1!1
he’s crazy insane over you did i say that already
whenever you come by the dx—he’d give you shit for free while you insist to pay.
“jus’ take it.”
“i can’t—i’d feel terrible.”
“it’s alright, no one has to know. right?”
he’d flash his million dollar smile, pushing your coke and chips close to you, inciting you to just take the food.
WAJENEDKD he wants u so bad it’s. so terrible.
steve hates his rambles
“YOU SHOULDA SEEN THE WAY ME AND HER WAS TALKING—SHE’S SO INTO MEEEE”
“yeah, she wants you!!! shut up now!!”
Darry Curtis
nobody knows. it’s like a top secret only darry knows. the gang has their suspicions but they can never really know why darry is suddenly so adamant on going to go get him, soda, and pony’s hair done at the salon.
they alllll can see that he only really talks to you—but at the same time he does that weird ass dad stance where they stand with their arms crossed and legs far apart LMFAOOOOO
darry thinks you’re like…model fine btw.!!!!!
BROOO WHEN YOU LIKE UNCONSCIOUSLY MASSAGE HIS HEAD WHEN YOURE CUTTING IT—HE’S SOO READY TO JUST ASK YOU OUT
darry doesn’t know what it is but goddamn!! you have him in a spell!!
“c’mon—we gotta go to the salon again.”
“….we just went?”
“TWO WEEKS AGO. it’s about time we go AGAIN.”
does in fact work a little extra just so he can see you. he’s that much of a loverboy i fear.
HE DOES ACTUALLY NOT WAIT TO ASK YOU OUT
like, among all the gang, he’s the only one mature enough to actually flirt with you properly & to ask if you’re single.
darry’s fucking down like that.
AWWHHH HE TOTALLY BUYS YOU FLOWERS AS A ‘THANK YOU’ GIFT LOL
flexs his strength around you to prove he’s worthy !!! DARRY LOVEEESSS SHOWING OFF WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING
megara + hercules methink…..
you two probably started hanging out as ‘friends.’ …yeah right!!!!
he’s driving you around as you be his pretty little passenger princess, he’s offering to buy you things when you two are out, etc, etc.
darry might not know how to show that he likes you, but trust me, the second that you look a little too far into his actions—it gets obvious.
like maybe too obvious idk.
Steve Randle
HELLLOOOO??? HE IS TOTALLY SHOWING OFF HIS GYMNASTICS MOVES AROUND YOU
“bro, bro! (yes he’d call you bro. idgaf.) watch what i can do!!😊😊” “wowwww, steve that’s so cool.”
geeks out near you. when you aren’t around the average person would see him and go ‘jesus christ, he literally might beat my ass.’ but when you’re around, they might think, ‘why is that scary looking guy talking about cars and comic books rn??’
you bring out the nerd in him in the best way possible🫶😊 BECAUSE THAT MEANS HE LIKE LIKES YOUUUUUUU
and it’s so obvious to the gang bc wdym steve told you all about DC comics while all they got was a ‘yeah, it’s alright.’ …hm…..
soda NEVER shuts the fuck up and him and his little girlfriend. NEVERRREE
“why’re you so pouty today? y/n ain’t say hi?”
“bro, shut up!”
steals for you and gives them to you all proud like he paid for it LMFAO
tries to be sooo cool around you but the second you bring up the latest batman comic he’s all “OMGOMGOMGOMG IT WAS SOO GOOD!! DID YOU SEE THE-“ he’s a loser what can i say.
dallas totally flirts with you in front of steve just to piss him off LOLLL like when he sees dallas twirling your hair around his finger steve is just all “???🤨🤨😡😡”
and then becomes your knight in shining armour and swoops you away as he glares daggers at dally!!!!<3
Two-bit Mathews
he becomes the funniest man on the planet i’m not joking
he says jokes that anybody and everybody will laugh at. just because he wants to see you laugh at what he says for his delusions
two-bit thinks like ‘she laugh=she likes me’
he’s not the brightest but it’s okay
HE MAKES IT SOOO KNOWN THAT HE LIKES YOU LFMAOOOOOO
“you’re lookin’ pretty? who’s the fella?” / “gee, i didn’t believe when they said they seen an angel walkin’ around until now.” / “well, now you owe me dinner.”
shit like that
two thinks he’s soooo smooth…smh.
DALLAS AND PONYBOY SO BADLY WANTS HIM SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY ABOUT YOU LMFAOOO
they keep on telling him just to confess already but then two gets all giggly and shy and goes “omg guys noooo🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣”
just coincidentally runs into you everywhere you go!!! (literally has eyes everywhere. he’s weird. he’s odd.)
follows you around like a lost puppy and lowkey kinda gossips. idk.
#2knightt#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#dallas winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#sodapop x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#steve randle x reader#darry curtis x reader#two bit x reader#two bit mathews x reader
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feather , part 34
“ where i’m at ”
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HARD LAUNCH OF THE CENTURY?? YES OR YES?????
and also i’m so pumped from the stars’ 9-2 thursday win and we finally got our hard launchhhhh
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Your Love, My Religion
|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader
|Warnings|: Ooc! Wednesday Addams, childhood best friend! Wednesday Addams, canon-divergence because there's no Tyler, it's Parent's Weekend but this detail is useless, Pugsley LOVES you, kissing but weird 'cuz you'll see, author is in their experimental phase.
|Summary|: It only takes half a semester away and a stupid (yet surprising) school event to get Wednesday quit being a coward.
|A/n|: This was requested by my wife @wol-fica and reposted because yesterday the tags hate me.
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Bewitching.
You were that in so many ways.
And now, as Wednesday locks eyes with you from across the quad—past all the bustling crowd of students and parents of Nevermore Academy—she realizes the fact hasn't changed, not one bit.
Her foot took a step forward for her. Then another. And another. Before she knew it, she was already heading toward you—bumping and trampling past the people she couldn't care less for—her heart hammering wildly against her chest.
You've always had that effect on her.
When your parents brought you for a playdate years ago, Wednesday had locked you in one of the rooms of the Addams family mansion. But instead of crying or screaming for help, all she heard you do was mutter a small okay and bye-bye.
And she was content to let you rot and die a slow death, but when she pressed her ear to the wood and heard your faint giggles, she had to open the door to see what had brought you glee amidst her kidnapping.
She found you—sitting with your legs crossed on the floor—petting Nero, her pet scorpion on your lap, with a fascinated look on your face.
Ever since that day, 5-year-old Wednesday Addams would invite you to playdates every week without fail with excuses like, "Nero loves your pets more than mine," or, "Nero wants you to come over."
Even after the scorpion's tragic death a year later, she allowed you to continue visiting her weekly. Your title had changed from 'playdate partner' to 'study partner' as soon as both of you went to the same elementary school, and you've been joined by the hips with the Addams girl ever since.
The weekly visits grew into daily ones, and soon, Wednesday would spend nearly every waking hour of the day with you, filling her childhood with memories of endless thrilling adventures.
She'd never admit this to anyone, but she respects you for not judging her for who she is. Other people had called her a freak, a menace to society, and Wednesday couldn't care less about them, especially when you look at her with so much kindness and passion every time she talks about torture methods or unsolved murder cases.
You were there when Pugsley was born, and Wednesday blames you for the tender personality his brother would later develop. In a way, you raised Pugsley just as much as she did, and it proved to earn you an unbreakable bond with the boy.
And that's why as she gets close enough to you, she can see Pugsley standing on your side, holding your hand—a perfect mirror of the picture she had seen a thousand times growing up.
Her breathing quickens, and so do her steps; Wednesday was basically sprinting at you with butterflies in her stomach. But she didn't care because you met her halfway and embraced her with a ferocity that nearly matched hers.
"I missed you so much," You whisper, and Wednesday swears to memorize the sweet sound. She hadn't realized how much she had missed hearing your voice until now.
"You came."
"Pugsley invited me for this Parent's Weekend thing," You mumbled into her shoulder before pulling back to look at her face properly, "I know it hasn't even been a semester since you moved, but I have to see you again."
Wednesday almost melts then and there at the intensity of your words and how you look at her with so much compassion and trust—like you knew she'd never hurt you or betray your devotion.
And she wouldn't. Not when her lips are so close to yours, with your breath fanning her face, nose scrunched adorably.
You look perfect, like the last time Wednesday was in the same position with you, the night before she had to leave for Jericho and this damned school that has cursed her entire being.
Last time, she acted like the coward she was, turning her face away from your longing gaze, heart too weak to leave you if she'd kissed you goodbye.
But now, as Fate has presented her a second chance, Wednesday grabbed your jaw and pressed her lips to yours. Unlike last time, her move was sure as she felt your soft silken lips on her chapped ones. And when you kissed her back—with the same tenderness that she finds in your eyes, words, and touch—warmth fills her pitch-black heart, luring her deeper into your spell.
She kisses you like a prayer—your lips the altar, your love her false God—and Wednesday now understands how man can sink so deep into their religions; to die for their Gods.
Because she would die for you, kill for you, live for you, and unlike last time, she'd gladly sin over and over again, redeeming herself on the lips that perfectly match hers.
The bewitching you; her life was a living testament to that. And she'd never let you go.
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Beauty And The Beast
Pairings: Tyler Galpin x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x twin!reader
Summary: Tyler helps you realise that you really don’t deserve to love.
Warnings: angst kind, manipulation. I write this whilst I was supposed to be tidying my room.
Word Count: 1.0k
You never believed that you deserved the love your parents got; the love you see in movies or love at all. You weren’t as smart or as cunning as Wednesday and you weren’t as funny or kind as Pugsley. You found yourself wanting to be your siblings. You wanted the the relationship that they had. You wanted Wednesday to protect you from bullies in a bittersweet manner, you wanted Pugsley to talk to you, period.
You didn’t know what happened or what went wrong, but Morticia and Gomez somehow ended up with you as a child. Maybe you were switched with someone else in the hospital because you didn’t feel like an Addams. You felt like an outcast in your own family. You liked colour, you weren’t abnormally pale, your touch was warm. You were you and that was enough for your family, so why wasn’t it enough for you?
When your sister was sent to Nevermore, and your parents decided it was best for you to tag along, you almost began to despise them. It only got worse when you found out you had a single room, closed off from the rest of the school. It was like you were being punished for no reason.
You were exiled by the world’s outlaws.
It didn’t take long for you to realise that you weren’t welcome there. You started taking long walks down to Jericho after your last period just to sit in the back booth of the Weathervane and write down all of the reasons you didn’t deserve to be an Addams. The book was nearly halfway full.
But one uneventful Thursday, a barista, the youngest one that you had seen working in here, walked over to you. “May I sit?” He asked, a kind smile on his face. You nodded hesitantly as he sat. God, how you wished you could turn back time and tell him no. “My name’s Tyler.”
“Hello, Tyler.” You smiled at him, looking down. You felt like if you looked any longer you’d drown in his eyes. “Uhm, y/n.” You held out your hand.
“Oh, I know.” Tyler said, shaking it. “I’m not stalking you, I just… we have to put names on the cups, remember?” He said at your raised eyebrow. You chuckled slightly and he cleared his throat. “I know that we don’t know each other, but i was hoping that we could get to know each other.”
“I didn’t think it was so easy to make me cringe.” You joked, smiling at his blush. “I’d love to get to know you, Tyler.”
“Oh! Great, uh, great, yeah.” He stammered. It was as if he was expecting a swift ‘no.’ “Uhm, here. My number.” He handed you a piece of paper. “Call me. O-or text me, whatever you prefer. Uh, bye.”
From then on, your alone time at the Weathervane became your Tyler Time. Your notebook hadn’t been touched in weeks and there was a predominant smile etched onto your face. For the first time, you actually felt like you deserved to be loved. Tyler saw what no one else did. Tyler saw you. Not y/n Addams - not Wednesday Addams’ abnormal twin. You.
Tyler had asked you to be his date for the Rave’N and you said yes. It was a great nice. Excluding how the normies put red paint in the sprinklers and drenched everyone in a blood-like substance; how Tyler ran away towards the end; and how Wednesday’s friend was attacked by the monster she was hunting.
The first, and last, time you kissed Tyler, something happened. You blacked out and then suddenly you were watching Tyler turn into a beast and murder Kinbott, your therapist. And then you watched him attack Eugene Otinger. And then you watched him talking to someone about how you would help him get insider information on Wednesday. It was awful, like everything you had gone through to allow yourself to love was wasted. You gasped awake in Tyler’s arms as he looked into your eyes, concern written all over his face and you wondered. Was any of it ever real?
“I’m okay.” You mumbled. “I just- I need to go.” You rushed out of the Weathervane. Tyler watched until you were out of his view. You sobbed all the way to Nevermore, hugging yourself as you made your way to your sister’s room.
Wednesday looked almost alarmed when she saw the state you were in. “y/n?” She asked and her voice made you break down.
“It’s Tyler.” You said, standing awkwardly in front of her. You’d kill for a hug right now, but this is Wednesday that you’re talking about. “I kissed him and had this vision thing and saw him attacking Eugene Otinger and I-“ You choked on your words, finding it so hard to breathe. “I thought he really liked me too. I thought… I thought that I deserved love, but it’s all my fault.”
“y/n, nothing is your fault.” Wednesday said softly.
You shook your head. “It is. I told him things about you, us, the school, because I thought I could trust him.” You clenched your eyes shut, sadness dissipating into anger. “I’m so stupid. Of course he didn’t love me. Stupid, stupid.” You began hitting your head in frustration.
“y/n, stop.” Wednesday said, but you didn’t. She grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug.
You cried into her shoulder. “I want to go home, Wednesday. Home was bad, but it was so much better than this.” You told her. “I loved him and he-"
“y/n, Tyler manipulated you and conditioned you into thinking about him like that. He used you to get to me. You are not at fault here. You let yourself believe that you can be loved, y/n. That’s good. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”
It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. You could love again if you let yourself, but would you?
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all i think about is karma
summary: you and rafe take on a mainland bush party where he knows no one, and you know too many people for his liking.
this can be read as a stand-alone but it's technically a part four to getaway car, big reputation, and this is why we can’t have nice things.
pairing: rafe x fem!reader
wc: 2.1k
tags/warnings: jealous!rafe, highschool au, (some) nondescript nudity, cursing, mean kook!reader, underage drinking, (i think that’s it??)
a/n: hey y’all!! sorry i haven’t posted anything in a little while, i’ve been busy but now im back home and on my usual schedule so there shouldn’t be any serious interruptions for a little while. i missed y’all and i hope you like this! this is what won my getaway car poll quite some time ago so im so happy to finally get it out!
"No, Y/N/N, I'll be fine. I don't want to dampen your week, you'll have so much fun!" Bella insists, adjusting where her phone is laying in her lap while she lays in bed, surrounded by tissues and snack wrappers. She came down with the flu at the worst possible time: right before you were meant to go on your spring break trip.
"It won't be the same without you! I should just stay home, I can come over and we can have a movie marathon or something. That'll be just as fun." You reply, watching her through the facetime camera while you sit at your vanity.
"No. Absolutely not. You're going- and you'll get to hangout with Rafe! It's worth it for me to get all the juicy details after." Bella giggles, sniffling and quickly wiping her nose.
You roll your eyes, rubbing your forehead. "Okay, yeah, but nothings gonna happen- you know I swore that off."
"Yeah, whatever. The two of you, alone, drunk and sharing a tent? Whatever you say." Your friend teases you. "It's actually worth it for me to stay home so you can come back with tea."
"Okay, fine," You agree, not admitting that the idea is very tempting. "But I'm not sleeping with him again."
"No! Of course not." Bella laughs, shaking her head. "But if you did, at least be safe this time. We don't need a repeat of what happened last time-"
"Okay! Okay! Bye, Bella I'll call you later!" You quickly cut her off, hanging up the phone.
Several long hours after texting Rafe the update that Bella wasn't going to make it, you found yourself in his truck on the mainland, driving into what seems to be the middle of nowhere for a bush party you caught word of from some friends you met playing soccer on a local team. You were excited to see them, and meet some new people, but you're honestly so glad Rafe still wanted to go. You'd rather not go alone if you didn't have to.
Judging by the large space in front of you full of various groups of kids your age putting tents together or starting fires around makeshift campsites at the edge of the water, you assume you're in the right place and get to work setting up your own tent off near the edge of the lake.
It wasn't long before the sun started to set over the abandoned gravel pit, and you just finish up when you crack open your first drink from the cooler. "So like... are we actually going to talk to anyone or just hide over here and be weird all night?" Rafe asks as you bring the can to your lips.
You roll your eyes a little and nod. "Well, duh. My friends are coming. I don't know what your plans are." Rafe looks around at that, seeing if there's anyone he might be able to talk to, but he was counting on hanging out with you.
"Wow, you're ditching me?" He asks, reaching into the cooler as well and grabbing a beer. "Cold."
You go to reply with a matching, somewhat snarky attitude the two of you almost always share when you recognize the purple jeep that's pulling in. "That's them! Good luck making friends!" You call back, jogging over to where they parked.
Rafe flips you off as you turn your full attention to your friends, sighing a little to himself as he lays eyes on a group of local boys who look enough like his friends that he's comfortable talking to them.
By the time that the area is lit only by the orange glow coming from the several cooking fires and the large bonfire everyone is centered around, you're already stumbling over your feet with a half-drank bottle of some liquor you didn't bring, and you're not even sure where you got it.
Rafe has been trying to keep an eye on you from a distance, but now he's lost you. He's drunk himself, so he's not overly concerned, but he would just at least like to know where you were. He looks around frantically, trying to keep his cool as the boys around him are laughing about something he didn't care to pay attention to. His eyes land on some figures out in the lake, and he squints to see if he can make out the shape of your hair in the dark. He takes a few steps away to get a closer look, hearing you laughing and shouting over the music coming from an on shore speaker. He walks down to the shore with a smug look on his face, polishing off his beer when he looks down and notices piles of clothes on the shore. Are you naked?
"Hey, Y/N!" Rafe shouts, waving to you in an attempt to grab your attention.
"Rafe!" You shout back, smile never fading as you push your wet hair out of your face. With the liquor warming you, the water feels amazing and so soft on your skin. "Come out here! Come join us!"
Rafe sighs as he finds your stuff, relieved to find only your shirt, shorts, and bra. At least you weren't fully naked in front of all these strangers. He strips of everything but his boxers and grabs your bra, wading out into the cool lake water to you and your friends as they cheer and laugh.
"Rafe! Where have you been?" You giggle, throwing your arms over his shoulders once he gets close enough for you to reach.
"I've been around- apparently I should have been babysitting you ladies." He chuckles, trying to hide any frustration in his tone as he avoids looking at your friends who are just as well clothed as you are. "Put this on, at least." He adds, pulling away from you and handing you the article of clothing, crossing his arms to watch you put it on despite his better judgement.
"Hey! Girls! Come on in, we're going to play chandelier!" One of the guys Rafe had the pleasure of talking to for the last couple hours shouts, and quickly everyone makes their way in to shore.
"Y/N, hey, we don't want you to get sick. Come warm up." Rafe turns his head as he gets his shirt back on, watching as one of the other guys, Jesse, is quickly wrapping you in a small blanket and guiding you up to the bonfire with a hand on your lower back. He scowls at the two of you behind your back, following as he urges you up the small hill and towards the large fire pit ahead.
You walk side by side with the boy, until you can feel the warmth of the flames on your skin where you stop and stand to dry off both your skin and what little clothing you have on. You don't know you're shivering until Jesse is tugging on the blanket around your shoulders. "Here, let me help you warm up.." He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you from behind and draping the blanket over both of you.
"Oh, thanks, Jesse." You say, teeth chattering from the soft breeze. You lean back into him, swaying from the alcohol still in your system and he steadies you.
"Anytime, sweetheart." He mumbles, pressing his lips to the back of your head.
You are well aware of his hands wandering, fiddling with the waistband of your underwear as you have your arms crossed tightly over your chest. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you gaze across the fire and your eyes land on Rafe, who's staring at you intently.
You smile and wave at him, but he just rolls his eyes in response and looks away. Is he upset with you for ditching him? In hindsight it wasn't very nice, even if that is the kind of relationship you normally have. If it was you you'd be upset- he didn't know anyone, and he was left to fend for himself, granted; he was clearly fine.
"Hey, Ashley?" You find yourself calling over to your other friend, but she doesn't hear you as your eyes well up with tears. Why do you feel so bad right now? Does Rafe being upset with you really bother you that much? You've hardly felt like this before.
"Ashley?" You ask again, but she hardly glances at you as she's got another boy draped over her shoulder- one who is definitely not the girls boyfriend.
"You okay?" Jesse asks, leaning his head over your shoulder to get a better look at you.
"Uhm, yeah, I just have to go to the bathroom and I was hoping she would come with me." You explain, watching Rafe again as he buries himself in conversation with the two girls standing next to him.
"I'll take you." Jesse offers. "Come on, I won't watch. Swear." He says, already guiding you away and tossing the blanket back to his friend.
You glance back at Rafe over your shoulder as Jesse walks you off into the dark. Just as you look forward again to try and watch your step, Jesse's hand is smacking your butt playfully, making you jump. You laugh it off and give him a shove, but he's grabbing your hand and pulling you in the direction of his truck.
The swing of Jesse's arm to where his hand hit your exposed skin drew Rafe's attention again fully, and he furrows his brow as he watches you stumble away. You were sharing a tent with him and you were really about to hook up with that mainland loser? He quickly downs the rest of his beer and storms after you, fists clenched at his sides after discarding the bottle on a nearby pong table.
"Hey!" Rafe shouts, making the two of you turn just as Jesse backs you up against the side of his truck and starts kissing down your neck. You're confused, but not one to turn down an opportunity like this- especially when you never have to see him again. As soon as Jesse turns his head, though, it's snapped back again with the contact of Rafe's fist into his nose.
He groans and quickly brings his hands up to his face, tipping his head back as blood pours from between his fingers. You gasp, reaching out for him but hesitating, not sure what to do.
"You think you can hook up with any girl who accepts a blanket from you when she's cold? She came here with me." Rafe spits, and you feel your features pull into an expression of anger as you quickly step towards him and shove him back. "What?"
"Come on." You mutter, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the now bleeding boy. "What the fuck was that about?" You ask, storming back to where your shared tent was in the corner. "Do you think you have some stupid claim over me just because you drove me here?"
Rafe rolls his eyes, stopping with you next to the tent as you drop his arm and turn to face him. "He was taking advantage of you!"
You scoff, shaking your head and crossing your arms. "No, Rafe. He wasn't. Did you ever consider that maybe I wanted that?"
"Whatever, Y/N- don't act like you weren't eyeing me up for the whole drive here."
"Oh. My. God." You find yourself laughing suddenly, realizing what this is about. "You were jealous."
"What? No I wasn't." Rafe replies defensively.
You smile at him cockily, tilting your head and waiting for him to spiral on it.
"I wasn't! I tried to help. That's what I get, I guess!" Rafe throws his hands up.
"And here I was thinking you were mad at me for ditching you. Turns out you were just horny." You smirk, knowing you were just pushing his buttons this time for fun.
"Oh, fuck off, Y/N, you're just trying to piss me off now for fun."
"You're not denying it." You shrug, looking back over to the fire for a moment, seeing Jesse sitting there with paper towel pressed to his nose and a few girls surrounding him.
"You're making it difficult not to be when you’re walking around like that.” He replies, smirking as he looks you up and down.
“Don’t be gross, Rafe.” You smile, dropping your arms from they were crossed over your chest.
He takes a step closer at that, delicately placing his hands on your hips. “You love it, Y/N/N, you know you do.”
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Guardian Angel
Chapter 8: Chocolate Coins
Summary: Things are looking up now. You are finally heading back to work at The Candy Bar, and you have taken a big step forward in your relationship with Wanda by meeting Billy and Tommy. Can anything bring you down today?
Warnings: None?
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: I’m so excited! We’re headed for some angst and suspense in the coming chapters. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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“Are you sure you're ready?” Wanda asked cautiously.
The redhead had dropped Billy and Tommy off at school and then came over to the compound to help you get ready for your first day back to work at The Candy Bar.
“Sweetheart, we've talked about this. Helen and Bruce have cleared me: no more walking boot, no more sling. I completed the required month of physical therapy, and I feel good. I’m ready for this,” pulling an outfit out of your closet.
“Ugh…you’re right, you’re right,” flopping down onto the bed and covering her face with her hands.
You crawled onto the bed and lay beside her, still in your pajamas.
“Hey,” moving her hands away from her face. “I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like I’m fighting fires or anything. I’m bagging candy and scooping ice cream all day.”
The redhead turned sideways to face you on the bed. “Just promise me you’ll listen to your body. Sit down if you need a break; if there’s something high on a shelf, let Harper get it.”
You cut off her rambling with a gentle peck on the lips.
“What was that for?”
“It was the only way to get you to stop,” giggling at the redhead.
After a hearty bowl of frosted flakes and a steaming cup of coffee, Wanda drove you to work. You hadn't figured out what to do about a new mode of transportation yet, as your car was totaled in the accident. Honestly, it was the last thing on your mind at this point. All you could do was take your recovery one step at a time, and the next step was to go back to work.
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Walking into The Candy Bar after almost three months filled you with excitement and nostalgia. The familiar aroma of sweets filled your senses, and you couldn't help but tear up at the sight. You had kept in touch with Harper, your best friend and business partner, over Zoom and FaceTime, but you had promised yourself that you would return to the store only when you could walk back into it on your own.
“Harper?” you called out.
“Surprise!”
The lights flipped onto reveal Harper holding one of your mini ice cream cakes in front of a banner behind the counter that read, Welcome Back Y/N!
“Aww, this is so sweet, Harper,” walking over to hug her. “You didn’t need to do this.”
“Oh, Please! I don't want to hear another word. This is a triumphant return; of course, we will celebrate.”
“Thank you so much. This means a lot to me.” You were so engrossed in hugging your best friend you almost forgot about the redhead standing beside you. “Oh, Wanda! Where are my manners?! Harper, this is Wanda Maximoff.”
“Hi, wow. Harper Bailey,” shaking Wanda’s hand vigorously. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for, you know, the world,” still shaking her hand.
“You’re welcome,” Wanda giggled and looked over at you.
“Okay, that’s enough, Harper,” you said, separating their hands.
“Right! Um, I’ll go turn the closed sign to open.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been here,” Wanda said, taking the space.
You put on your Candy Bar apron and adjusted your name tag. It felt so lovely to be back in your work attire. You glanced at your watch.
“Sweetheart, don’t you have a meeting with the team at 10:30?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. They won’t start without me.”
“Wanda, it's okay. Truly, you don’t need to hang around here all day. I’ll call you on my lunch break. Go, have a good day, and I’ll see you tonight.”
Wanda sighed and walked toward you. “Okay,” placing her hands on your cheeks, “but if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call me,” ending her speech with a kiss.
“I won’t. Bye, sweetheart.”
“Bye.”
You watched the redhead leave. Just as you did the first time she walked into your shop. The feeling of Deja vu was mutual, as Wanda glanced back at you with one final wave as she walked out the door.
“Man, do you two got it bad,” Harper said as she joined you at your side.
“Shut up,” blushing at the thought. “I’ve waited three months to say this, Harper. Let’s go to work.”
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Steve's voice jolted Wanda out of her daydream, and she quickly refocused her attention on him. "What do you think about running point from the compound on this upcoming mission?" he asked her. "It'll let you get your feet wet before you're out in the field again."
Wanda considered the proposal for a moment before nodding. "Sure, I'm up for it. Whatever you need."
"Great," Steve said, looking pleased. "I'll make sure to give you all the necessary details as soon as we have more information on movement from the targets."
Maria stood up from her seat at that moment, signaling the end of their meeting. "Thanks, everyone. Let's reconvene in two days to finalize the plan.”
As Wanda approached the door, Bucky stepped before her, blocking her path.
"May I help you?" she inquired, puzzled.
"Okay, Wanda. What's going on?" Bucky asked, concerned.
Wanda tried to play it cool. "What do you mean?"
"You've never zoned out in the middle of a meeting before. What's on your mind?"
"Nothing," she replied, trying to dismiss the subject.
"You're a terrible liar, you know that," Bucky remarked, seeing right through her.
Wanda knew that Bucky had a knack for cutting through the bullshit. "Is it Billy and Tommy?"
"No, no, the boys are fine," she quickly dismissed the idea.
"Is it this mission? I can understand why you might be hesitant. It's been a long time since you've been out there."
"It's not the mission," she replied, turning around and walking back to the conference table.
Bucky followed her. "Then what is it?"
"It's y/n's first day back at the Candy Bar, and I'm just worried about her, that's all," Wanda confessed, exhaling deeply.
Bucky smirked. "You realize our job is vastly more dangerous than hers, right?"
"Yes, it's just... This is a big step in her recovery, and the shop means so much to her. I want it to go well."
"She'll be fine," Bucky reassured her, wrapping his arms around her. "She'll be home before you know it. Plus, it's movie night. You know how Y/N loves a good movie."
Wanda relaxed into Bucky's embrace. The super soldier had become a trusted friend, especially since her return to the team.
"Ooh, shoot," Wanda said, glancing at the clock. "I have to go pick up the boys at school, and if I don't leave now, I'll be late."
Bucky nodded. "Thanks for listening, Buck. I'll see you later."
"Okay, see you later," watching her rush out the door. Bucky could sense that Wanda was still concerned despite his attempts to reassure her.
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“Thanks, and please come again," you said as you handed the customer her bag of candy and homemade chocolate chip cookie. "Phew," you added, wiping your brow with the back of your forearm.
“Are you okay?" Harper asked
"Yes, I'm fine. I just forgot what the afternoon rush was like."
"Why don't you take your lunch break now? I can handle things for a bit."
"No, that's not necessary. I can do it.”
“I know you can,” Harper touched your shoulder, "I just don't want your girlfriend on my case for not making sure you're taking it easy."
You laughed and replied, "Okay, I'll take a break. But not because of my girlfriend, because I know my limits.”
“Of course you do.”
You step out of the shop onto the quiet side street, craving fresh air. After munching on the delicious peanut butter sandwich and apple slices that Nat had lovingly packed for you, you take out your phone and dial Wanda's number.
As soon as she picks up, you feel a wave of warmth washing over you. "Hey, sweetheart! I've been thinking about you all day. How's everything going down there?"
You smile to yourself, feeling grateful for having someone who cares about you so deeply. "It's going well," you reply, strolling back and forth. "I didn't realize how much I missed the shop until today. I'm on my lunch break right now. What are you up to?"
Wanda chuckles, and you can hear the sound of her kids playing in the background. "Just picked up the boys from school. They're supposed to be doing their homework, but I'm pretty sure they're playing rock, paper, scissors."
You laugh, feeling like you can picture the scene perfectly. "Why do I feel like I would be right there playing with them?"
"Because you totally would," Wanda agrees, and you can't help but grin.
"I miss you," you confess, feeling a little pang in your chest.
"I miss you too," Wanda says softly. "I can't wait to see you in four hours and eighteen minutes."
You chuckle, happy to hear she's also keeping track of time. "You watching the clock too?"
"Maybe..." Wanda giggles, and you feel your heart swelling with love for this remarkable woman.
Suddenly, you hear a commotion from inside the shop. Harper is calling you urgently. "Hang on a second, Wanda," you say, quickly moving the phone from your ear.
"What is it?" you ask Harper, feeling your heart racing.
"There's a strange man in the shop," Harper whispers, looking at you with concern.
You feel a chill run down your spine. "I gotta go, honey," you tell Wanda. "Harper needs me. I'll see you in a little bit."
"Okay, bye, y/n," Wanda says, her voice filled with worry at the abrupt departure.
"Bye," you say, ending the call and rushing back inside the shop to face whatever danger might be lurking there.
As you scanned the shop, you noticed a man standing near the candy with his back to you. He wore a black leather jacket, gloves, and a black baseball cap. You felt a little uneasy and were just about to call Wanda back and ask for help when he turned toward you. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, but you immediately recognized the familiar face and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, for God’s sake! It’s okay, Harper,” you called out. “I know him. Bucky, what are you doing here?”
“Oh hey, y/n! Is this your shop? I didn’t realize...”
“Buck, what’s going on? Did Wanda send you down here? I was just on the phone with her. She sounded fine,” weaving through the rows of candy.
“Dear God, no. She has no idea I’m here. But you should’ve seen her during the team meeting this morning, y/n. So distracted with worry over you going back to work. I wanted to ease her mind a bit.”
“That’s very sweet, Bucky,” you said, patting him on the back. “As you can see, I’m fine.”
He nodded in agreement and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“You know, for an Avenger, I was expecting a more covert disguise,” you said with a smirk as you wiggled the bill of his hat. “Isn’t Tony in charge of ensuring you guys are badass in style?”
“I would rather take a bite out of brick than wear a superhero costume,” he chuckled.
You looked over your shoulder to see your best friend watching you with a look of confusion on her face.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to Harper. You scared the crap out of her.”
“Oh, no. That’s okay. I should be getting back to work,” Bucky said, pointing towards the door.
“I thought this was work?”
“More like freelancing.”
“Hmm, I see… You want some ice cream?” you asked, gesturing towards the ice cream display.
Bucky peered over your shoulder at the menu on the wall. “Do you have Pistachio?”
“I think I can scare up some Pistachio,” you giggled.
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After a long day at work, Wanda showed up to pick you up and drove you back to the compound. Despite your insistence that you could call for a ride, she was determined to take you home. As you got into her car, you expressed gratitude and apologized for the inconvenience.
"Where are Billy and Tommy?" you asked.
Wanda smiled and replied, "They're at the compound playing with Morgan. If you're up for it, I'd love to introduce you to them tonight. I know you've had a long day back, and it's a school night, so we won't stay long," she reassured you, "but I would love for them to meet the woman who's making me so happy."
As you listened to Wanda speak, you felt a lump form in your throat and had to look away for a moment to compose yourself.
You had longed for the day when Wanda would feel comfortable enough to introduce you to her sons, but you didn't want to push things too fast. You knew that they had already gone through so much pain and heartache in Westview after losing their father, and you didn't want to disrupt the new life that Wanda had worked so hard to build for them as a family of three. Despite your desires, you respected Wanda's boundaries and tried to be patient, hoping that one day, she would feel ready to take that step with you.
“Nothing would make me happier, Wanda.”
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As you stepped out of the elevator and into the common area, you were greeted by the comforting aroma of food cooking. You spotted Maria and Natasha moving about the kitchen, preparing dinner. The sound of sizzling and chopping filled the air, making your stomach growl with hunger.
Maria noticed your arrival and greeted you, "Hey, y/n! How was your first day back at work?"
You placed your messenger bag on the counter and took a seat on the island, feeling the tiredness from the day setting in. "It was terrific," you replied, "I'm tired, but it's the good kind of tired. A successful day at the Candy Bar," you said.
Just then, Yelena walked into the kitchen with a bottle of Vodka and a shot glass. "Ah, perfect timing! The candy maker is home," she exclaimed.
Yelena explained that it was a team tradition to mark the occasion of someone recovering from an injury and returning to the field with a celebratory shot. Natasha quickly dismissed her sister's intention, saying that you didn't have to do it if you didn't want to.
But you liked the sound of it and picked up the glass, gesturing to Wanda. "To life," you said with a wink before downing the shot in one go.
Impressed, Yelena complimented you, "Congratulations, y/n. We're glad to have you here," patting you on the back as Wanda kissed you.
As you were chatting with Wanda, suddenly, you heard a commotion down the hall, and the next thing you knew, Morgan, Billy, and Tommy came running through the room.
“Careful!” Nat shouted as Tommy super-sped around the sofa.
“These must be the guests of honor,” you whispered to the redhead next to you. She just chuckled at your statement.
“Billy and Tommy, could you come here for a moment? I have someone I want you to meet.”
Billy and Tommy stopped at their mom’s voice and approached you.
“Boys, I’d like you to meet y/n. Y/N, this is Billy and Tommy,” Wanda gestured to each of her sons.
“Hi, I’ve heard so much about both of you from your mom. It’s nice to meet you!” You said, shaking both of their hands.
“Hi,” they both said, a bit shyly.
“Remember the special candy bags you two got for birthdays?” Wanda said. “It was from y/n’s shop, The Candy Bar.”
“Wow, you own a candy shop? That’s so cool! So you get to eat candy all day?” Billy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
“I did for the first couple of weeks after I opened the shop,” you explained, “but I always had a nasty stomachache.”
“Did you bring any candy with you?” Tommy asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.
“Tommy,” Wanda smirked.
“No, that’s alright. Hmmm,” you rubbed your hands together. “I think I might have something,” you said, reaching behind Tommy’s ear and pulling out a chocolate gold coin.
“Woah! Cool!” Tommy exclaimed.
“I think you may have one back here as well,” you said, reaching behind Billy’s ear and pulling out another coin. “Oh, look at that, I was right!”
“Awesome!” Billy said.
“What do you say, boys?” Wanda reminded them.
“Thank you, Y/N!”
“Yeah, thank you, Y/N!”
“You're welcome, guys.”
“Can we go back to playing now, Mom?” Billy asked.
“You may,” Wanda smiled.
“Oh, and Morgan, come here for a second,” kneeling to the little Stark’s level. “Ah, there we go!” Reaching behind the girl’s ear and pulling out another gold coin.
“Thank you, Y/N!” Morgan gasped with joy.
“You’re welcome, honey,” you said, wrapping her in a hug.
All three kids ran off happily back toward Morgan’s room.
“That was a surprise,” Wanda said. “Since when are you a magician?”
“You don’t know everything about me yet,” you smirked, repeating the exact words she said on your first date. “It’s part of the magic that is me.”
“Ah, I see,” Wanda said, wrapping her arms lovingly around your neck. “Well, I can’t wait to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.”
“I’m just getting started,” you winked, feeling a rush of affection for the redhead.
*^~^*
The day had been long and tiring, and you were looking forward to movie night with the rest of the team. After saying goodnight to Wanda and the boys, you joined the others in the living room, where they were bickering over which movie to watch. Kate and Clint couldn't agree on the genre, but eventually, they settled on an action movie that you weren't particularly interested in. You found a comfortable spot on the end of the sofa and snuggled up in your favorite fluffy blanket.
Tony was sitting next to you, reading the newspaper, one of the many things that intrigued you about him. The entire compound was futuristic and filled with state-of-the-art technology, but Tony still enjoyed the simplicity and controversy of the printed word.
As you watched the movie, a name on the newspaper's front page caught your eye. You asked Tony if you could see the paper, and he handed it to you. The headline read,
"Onyx Petroleum Company seeks permission to drill on remnant Sokovian soil. Y/F/N Y/L/N, Y/M/N Y/L/N to meet with Slovakia and the Czech Republic.
Your heart sank as you read those words. No matter how far you ran, your parents always found a way to return to your life in the most unexpected and disastrous ways. You tossed the paper aside, feeling troubled and uneasy.
"Excuse me, everyone," you said, standing up. "It's been a long day, and I'm pretty tired. I think I'll call it a night. Goodnight, all."
You walked towards your room, feeling the weight of the news on your shoulders. Tony was the only one who noticed the troubled look on your face. He picked up the newspaper and read the headline. His heart sank, and his blood boiled. Without saying a word, he got up and followed you to your room, determined to help however he could.
#guardian angel#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#wanda x you#billy maximoff#tommy maximoff#natasha romanoff#maria hill#steve rogers#bucky barnes#yelena boleva#kate bishop#mcu#the avengers#fluff#light angst
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𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⊳ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞
synopsis . colonel miles quaritch—respected, feared, a machine . now, only bluer and younger the recom was near perfect. that is, until he catches the scent of a younger, field trained scientist. a distraction..but maybe that’s just what this programed machine needs.
warnings . pretty simple chapter , reader hasn’t met quaritch , pinky is reader nickname ,
words . 1.3k
notes . tag lists now open , js shoot me a pm or an ask and i’ll get you added.
you were the last recom to wake. it was.. different. you felt as if you haven’t moved, like you were in a coma. you tried to make your movements as fluid as possible, the tail behind you making things wayy more difficult than it needed to be. curling itself when it shouldn’t have, obnoxiously wrapping itself around your arm, after a bit of time, you grew fond of it, like a little you that couldn’t hold a secret.
they dropped you off at a computer to have you watch a video of you. wait what? you didn’t get much time to process before the video was playing in front of you. you pulled your brows together, confused. it really was you—well, human you.
“ hi! so i’m not sure if you’ve caught on yet, but.. you’re me! surprise ! ” you giggle to the camera, you look around for something to talk about, biting down on your bottom lip.
“ let’s see.. i’m a field trained researcher, and i worked with grace, eywa rest her soul, so..i know quite a bit about the na’vi and their ecological systemm. i know i said i’m field trained, but i only got that because zdog double dared me.. we do not back down from double dares and we don’t break pinkie promises. ” you smile, shaking your head and covering your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle your laugh. commotion in the background made your head turned, only for you to be engulfed in a headlock by your close friend, zdinarsik, but everyone calls her zdog. “ zee! get offf! ” you huffed, trying your hardest to get out of her grip. “ this is all-hmph! recorded y’know. ” zee paused her antics to wave to the camera before messing up your hair sone more before the colonel called her.
“ that’s my closest friend, she knows everything about me.. the things i wouldn’t dare say out loud, she already knows. ” you begin to ramble, you could go on and on about the people in your life, your new life here on pandora. it was absolutely breathtaking—aside from the animals who wanted you to never see the light of day once they get their teeth in you.
“ pinky! pinky, c’mon there’s a time limit on these things! ” you rolled your eyes at parker, calling you by the nickname grace so lovingly bestowed upon you. all because of one pinky promise bet you made to jake! it was simple really..you bet jake that he wouldn’t be able to get his own banshee, and he came back saying if he did, you’d have to go by pinkie around base till the end of time, or pandora is safe for humans. whichever came last that is.
“ wish i could tell you more! take good care of yourself, okay? zee too.. she acts like she doesn’t care, but she does. ” you stood up, holding your little finger to the camera, curling it as if the person on the other side looped it with yours. you blinked a few times before smiling and waving bye to the camera.
you looked around you, watching as more human-na’vi hybrids are pulled from what you assume were incubation tanks. you watched for a little, before you were directed out and onto a ship, headed for pandora. your ears perked up, blindly taking the breathing machine as you looked at the people floating in front of you. they didn’t look much smaller, at least not from your perspective. you strapped the mask over your face as you got on the ship. pulling at the straps securely, you made sure the mask was on tight enough one last time before you dazed off, wondering how much it has changed since you were last there, thankfully, it was a long way down to pandora.
the shift of the ship landing woke you. looking around slightly confused. you’re on pandora. you removed the straps, standing up and stepping out. feeling the heat of the sun against my skin, you stretched your limbs, your tail joining in on the fun.
“ this way, ” you follow behind the humans, leading you to wherever they needed you to go. you didn’t pay attention, you were too busy looking around, eyes landing and scanning everything around you.
“ the general, ” they state, snapping you out of your dazed state, you looked down, seeing a lady already engaged in conversation.
“ general ardmore? ” you spoke softly, not trying to stop their conversation, but just let her know you were here. she turned, bidding farewell to her colleague before fully turning to you.
“ y’n l’n, good to see you. ” you sat down on your knees before saluting. looking down so far hurt your neck..
“ we���ve brought you back to continue the avatar program. we want better avatars. with your research and you being the one to work under the late grace, you’ll be overseeing and ensuring our avatars are in the best shape. ” i nod once,
“ great. where can i set up? ” you say, pulling yourself to stand, gripping the straps of your backpack.
“ easy there, you’ve gotta learn your own avatar body first. ” your face turned a little darker, embarrassed that you missed that after working with the previous avatars.
“ right, thank you, general. ” you nod once, excusing yourself to find your room. getting in, you took a moment to look around. it wasn’t much, a bed, table and a bathroom. talking a breath, you settled, dropping your bag at the foot of the bed and plopping on the bed which was surprisingly soft. you groan, your lower back thanking you for giving it a rest. a soft chime rang through your room, confused you sit up. another chime. inwardly whining, you got up, opening the door only to be tackled in a bone crushing grip.
“ oh it’s really you! dude, took ya long enough! ” the much taller avatar pulled away from you, grin on their face, chewing gum. your brows pulled together, your mind putting together the puzzle pieces. your face lit up, jaw dropping and voice raising a pitch,
“ zee? ” she nods, bringing her hand to mess up your unruly hair. grinning, you threw your arms around her middle, tail swishing excitedly behind you. she laughed,
“ heard you had to go do some motor tests, so i opted to help ya, took the colonel forever to a king request though. ” she shrugged. you pulled back, telling her you needed to change, you turned, opting for some shorts and a cropped shirt they had for you in a bag.
“ ready? ” you turned to her, pulling your hair and kuru out of your shirt. she nods, gesturing for you to follow her. walking next to her, you jogged every now and again to keep up with her long strides. passing other avatars you concluded you were definitely irregular height. at 8 feet tall, you definitely we’re definitely an anomaly..
“ pinky! ” you jumped, head snapping up to zee, who just shook her head, pressing a flat hand to your forehead, you closed an eye, ears falling flat against your head, “ get outta ya head, you’re short, no biggie. just means you’ll be able to move faster. ” she smirked at you, looping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you reached a large room with various numbers of equipment and obstacles.
“ hope you’re ready cos ‘m not going to go easy on you, ” you huffed, pulling your hair into a makeshift bun before following her to the first piece of equipment.
published . september 28 , 2023
#avatar quaritch#recom quaritch#miles quaritch#colonel quaritch#miles quaritch x y/n#quaritch x reader#atwow quaritch#colonel miles quaritch#atwow x reader#atwow quaritch x reader#series : 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧#. character // miles quaritch
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More Than It Seams (Chapter 4)
summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)
word count: 2.8k
cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, descriptions of wounds and blood, grief with happy ending
note: second to last chapter let's gooooo !!! in theory this could be considered the "last chapter," but don't you wanna know how the ball goes??? and maybe shoto and reader have their first kiss ;). thank you for all the support you've given this series!!
likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated :)
New Voicemail Message [11:32 A.M]
“Hey! Just checking in; I just finished the whole flame side and I’m about to start the shading for the ice side. If you’re able, I’d love for you to come see it and maybe I can buy you lunch this time. No pressure, just let me know. Alright, bye!”
New Voicemail Message [5:36 P.M]
“Hi, hi, hi. I picked up Soba takeout for dinner if you’re free. I have both of our usuals, and I can drop them at your agency too if you’re busy. Oh, also, the lady behind the counter was so confused that it was me by myself; you should’ve seen her face. Anyway, just wanna make sure you’re doing okay. Bye!”
New Voicemail Message [8:24 P.M]
“Hey Shoto, it’s me, again. I’m sorry for spamming you with voicemails and shit. I just, honestly? I’m kinda worried, haha. I know it’s dumb. Like, I know you can handle yourself and everything, but part of me still wants to make sure you’re good, you know? Just, uh, let me know. If–when you’re home. I miss your stupid voice. Okay, bye.”
New Voicemail Message [11:56 P.M]
“Hey. I’m aware that I keep bothering you. If I did something to make you upset, I’m really sorry…I’m about to go to bed, but I’ll see you tomorrow? Obviously, you can’t see it, but uh, I’m sticking my thumb up, haha. Call me when you can, please.”
[2] Missed Calls: Big D(esigner)🧵👑💖
New Messages: Big D(esigner)🧵👑💖
12:00 A.M hey
12:00 A.M idk if you’re awake
12:00 A.M but if you are
12:01 A.M please check the news
The incessant buzzing phone in your hand woke you from your position on the couch. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you assume you passed out after eating a late dinner, waiting for Shoto to call. His food was in the fridge, untouched, while yours was only half-eaten, plastic bowls and utensils messily scattered across your coffee table. The notifications at the top of your phone made your heart drop into your stomach, and you prayed that the thought hiding in the back of your mind wasn’t true.
You stood as the TV clicked on, only for your legs to give out beneath you as the reporter detailed where he was last seen, what he was wearing, possible suspects, and the statement from his manager. There was no substance in the public statement, only reassurances that efforts are being made to find him. You shut down the TV after they got into the part of the statement that sounded like a fucking eulogy, talking about how he was a loyal friend, devoted hero, and embodiment of a good person. You didn’t need to be told that. You’d seen it firsthand for the past two weeks. Anger, confusion, worry, and grief came in waves, crashing against each other as you curled into yourself. Your eyes welled to alleviate the burn after staring at the screen, your forehead throbbing from the flashing reds and whites of the “BREAKING NEWS” title screen. Your lungs and throat felt empty, consciousness detached from the body.
No sobs rang out in the darkness of your apartment that night, and it terrified you how silent you were. There was no crying, no convulsing, no thrown objects across the room to create dents in the walls. It was just…silence. You couldn’t tell if you’d slept or not, hours passing as you stared wide-eyed at the ceiling after dragging yourself back onto the couch. It was an effort to breathe, to force yourself to inhale and exhale like it was opening and closing your fists.
As sunlight permeated through the lightly swinging shades, your phone alarm went off. You stared at it, the musical sound seeming to be coming from underwater. The notifications at the top of your phone once you finally turned it off were like reading in a dream, with letters blurring and rearranging until you didn’t know what the original message was. Hey, thinking about you, they said. We understand if you can’t make it in today, they promised. Hello, you were one of the people last seen with Todoroki Shoto. Our news outlet would like to interview you. Fingers gripping the phone so hard you wanted to snap it, you slammed it onto the coffee table. Flashes of white-hot rage took over your body, directed at no one in particular. You pulled a pillow into your chest, fighting back the impulse to scream, scream, scream until either your voice or your lungs give out.
“Hey.” It was your roommate, and she held her cat in her arms like a newborn baby. Your empty eyes stared back at them. “I won’t ask if you’re doing okay because that’s a bullshit question. I just wanted to tell you that I’m here for you if you need anything. Just call me, yeah?” You barely nod your assent, and her gentle fingers brush away the tears that had broken through your resolve. “I know it’s hard, and I know you’re grieving,” she said as she rose from the crouch she took to be eye-level with you. She takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. “But I also know that you’re one of the strongest people I know. We both know it’s Friday, and we both know those assholes in the commission aren’t going to postpone the one event that brings them money.” She doesn’t say it, but you know what she means. You need to get up and finish your pieces. “Do your best, okay?”
Just do your best.
It’s what you repeated to yourself as you struggled from the couch to your bedroom, then to the bathroom, then finally out the door and through the gate in your office. Your other designer, the one who had told you to check the news, runs over from his station. Shaking your head decisively before he could speak, you brush past him with an understanding hand on his shoulder. Your aching throat didn’t have the voice to give one last round of encouragement to your staff, but they looked to you anyway as you took your spot at the front of the room.
“Just do your best,” you said before turning to the embroidery thread shelves and picking out the most vibrant shades of blue and light purple you could find. The rest of the office worked with a fervor you’d never seen before, and you gave them a sad smile whenever they’d glance up to check on you. All the other heroes’ ball looks were finalized, ready to be handed off to their stylists who would do the final dressing and accessorizing. Seven mannequins lined up in front of a window: Cellophane’s intricately beaded suit, Momo’s sweeping velvet ball gown, Deku’s sleek three-piece, Red Riot’s fiery matching set, Pinky’s princess-like mermaid dress, and Bakugo’s sheer-paneled, explosive applique-covered denim jacket.
Everyone’s looks were finished, except one. His tailored leather pants were complete as well as the simple white button-up, and the silver pocket chain rested around the headless neck of the mannequin. All that was left to do was finish the design covering the back of the coat, which you worked on tirelessly far past when your staff had left the building. It should have been a day of celebration with champagne, balloons, and cake to commemorate another successful Hero Ball; but, 11:30 and 5:00 passed with no trace of him, and you couldn’t find it in your mind to participate in festivities. Whispered goodbyes and “see you tomorrow” floated around you, and it took more energy than it should have to smile and nod.
Time ran away from you again, and the coat was finished at midnight on the dot, embellished with small buckles, two rows of buttons, shoulder pads, pockets, and the stunning ice and flame embroidery on the back panel. It truly was the greatest piece you had imagined and created, your quirk allowing the thread to almost act like paint as you added subtle nuance to the two opposing cranes. The fire crane rose from the bottom corner of one of the front panels, forming a circle with the ice crane that descended from the shoulder pad of the opposite front panel. Draping the finished piece on the mannequin and attaching the pocket chain for good measure, you stepped back with your hands on your hips to admire your work. He was gonna love it, when he saw it. If he saw it, the pessimistic demon in your mind whispered. With a deep breath that you didn’t know you needed, you turned to pack your stuff and head home.
And that’s when something large slammed into M’s office window.
The thud startled you, the dull noise of something hitting the glass bouncing off the empty cavern of the room. Your fingers wrapped around a pair of scissors as you approached the half-open door, cautiously guiding it open and squinting at the distorted figure behind the dark glass. Your eyes widened when you realized the object was huge, the size of at least two very tall people. One hand tightly gripping the scissors, the other slowly slid into your pocket to call the police when you heard a voice call from the other side.
“Needle! Needle…wait, what? Needle, uh, sprouting from…Needle sprouting from thumb? Jesus, Todoroki, who would ever say such a thing–” You threw the window open, sending it flying upward as you took in the people set precariously on the ledge. You recognized one as Deku, the number one hero who sometimes visited your office to implement support tech into his costume. His gloved hand grabbed the edge of the window, easing him and the person he was carrying into M’s office and collapsing onto the couch. Deku quickly stood, closing the window and scanning the surroundings for threats. Your hand unconsciously rose to brush the matted red hair from the other person’s face, and the oxygen left your lungs as you zeroed in on the scar barely visible around the blood splattered on the person’s left eye.
Shoto.
His body was in tatters, with scrapes and cuts and punctures covering his body like some zombie Halloween. The white of his hair was covered in so much blood that his entire head was red. His suit had burnt off on his fire side, and his ice side was nearly blue from discoloration. Your body moved on its own when you took in the most significant wound, a large gash cutting diagonally across his abdomen. Mind empty except for the battered man on M’s couch, you shoved your hands into the fabric scraps box and brought them back to Deku, who pressed them against Shoto’s gash to stop the bleeding. Fingers pressed under his chin, you felt a faint heartbeat and could see his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He was dying, and you needed to do something to stop the blood loss.
“I tried to get him to go to a hospital, but he said it wasn’t safe,” Deku said to you, eyes clouded with concern. “He was barely able to tell me your building’s address before he passed out. I trust his judgment, but I really need you to know that, if Todoroki doesn’t get stitches, he will die. Do you have some way of stitching this up?” The fabric in his hands was soaked a dark red and the realization of what Shoto wanted you to do hit you like a train.
He wanted you to give him stitches.
You’d never tried your quirk on any actual humans, only textiles. Your parents had suggested becoming a medic because of your quirk, but the idea of manipulating something to enter a human body was an idea that you couldn’t stomach. There were others with more efficient quirks who could do that, but none of them were with you now. An idea dawned on you, and you reminded yourself to applaud your planning skills later.
“Deku?”
“Yeah?”
“I need the sutures from your toolbelt.” His eyes widened in understanding, and he frantically pushed aside objects in his belt to find the roll of medical-grade nylon you’d placed there as a part of upgrading his first-aid kit. “Sorry, I added…more items,” he muttered apologetically, finally handing you the unused spool and the box containing the sterilized needle. Like clockwork, you threaded the needle just as you had millions of times before. Averting your gaze as Shoto groaned in pain from Deku cleaning the wound with alcohol pads that you’d also put in his belt, your hand soon hovered over Shoto’s wound in preparation to close it.
You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the image of the sewing machine and instead opting for a simple knot at select intervals. Fighting down the bile in your throat as the needle pinched Shoto’s skin together, you shakily guided the thread through the skin layers and tied it into a tight knot. You felt Deku’s eyes watch you in amazement as you worked, delicately patching Shoto back together as you had with his suit the first day he’d walked through your elevator doors. Slowly but steadily, you moved your hand and the thread across the wound, sewing it shut like you’d attached his trenchcoat panels. They were, by no means, medical-grade stitches, but you believed they got the job done as the color slowly returned to Shoto’s face. When you finished stitching the large wound, you helped Deku wrap the lower half of his chest and his arms with gauze. With more scraps of fabric, you gently scrubbed off the blood and dirt, combing through his tangled hair with wet fingers.
“Thank you, Deku,” you said quietly to him as you threw used fabric scraps into a trash bag. “For bringing Shoto to me. I was really worried.”
“Of course,” he replied, smiling warmly. “I only wish that I’d met Todoroki’s partner under different circumstances.”
“Partner? I mean, yeah, we’re business partners, but–”
“Oh, no. I’m so sorry, then. I, uh, meant romantically.” Your face began to burn from Deku’s assumption. “He just talked about you a lot, you know. How much he liked being around you, how you seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. He told me about all your soba dates and how he didn’t want them to be considered dates since he wants to take you somewhere much nicer when you’re done with all the ball stuff, but I still think they’re dates.” Holy shit, Deku was rambling. “I teased him about it since I don’t think he’s ever been in love before, but–”
“Midoriya, I implore you to stop talking.” You both gasped, turning to look at a barely-conscious Shoto, who was trying to sit up from the couch.
“Todoroki, you’re awake! Wait, no, no–you can’t sit up yet,” Deku stutters out as he rushes over to carefully push Shoto’s shoulders back down, moving the hair from his forehead as his head falls back against the armrest. You feel out of your body again as you kneel next to him, fingers brushing his cheek in relief. “I’ll uh, give you two some space,” Deku declares as he scrambles to pick up the trash bags and exit M’s office, leaving you alone with Shoto.
His gentle eyes find yours. “Hey, pretty.”
“Hi, handsome,” you whisper, reciprocating the weak smile he gives you as he takes in your exhausted face. “What the hell were you thinking, coming here? You needed a hospital. It wasn’t safe risking your life to come here, Sho,” the shortened version of his name slips from your mouth before you could stop it, but the even softer look he gives you sends any regret or embarrassment running. “What would you have done if I wasn’t in the office?”
“I just knew you would be.”
“That’s a terrible plan.”
“But it worked out.”
“That it did.” You press your lips to his forehead and relish in the way his eyes shut in contentment. “I finished your coat.”
“You did?”
“I did, but you can’t see it right now. If you lift a single finger off that couch, I’m going to reopen your stitches.” He lets out a pained laugh, wincing at the pain shooting across his chest. A thoughtful look crosses his face again, and you adore the way you could see him working things out in his mind. What those things are, you’d never know, but his pure intellect was enough to admire.
“Do you still plan on attending the ball tomorrow?”
“Not if you’re still hurt.”
“In that case, I am no longer hurt.” He smirks at you, with an immature, boyish, attractive smile. “And I still haven’t…chosen a plus one.”
You feel your heart cease racing in your chest. “Yeah? And who’s the lucky winner?” Your voice shakes slightly as you attempt to relieve the tension with a joke.
He looks at you again with that expression that makes you want to kiss him.
“It’s you. It’s always been you.”
As you finally drift off to sleep slumped against the couch, your face close enough to his to feel him breathe, you know in your mind that it’d always been him, too.
[1] Missed Call - Midoriya Izuku
New Voicemail Message [2:04 A.M]
"Hi Yaomomo! Hope you're doing well. I need a favor..."
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Shadow of Yourself [4/18]
Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”
A/N: the much anticipated start of season two :)
please let me know what you think of this chapter!
Based off of: Cobra Kai 02x01, 02x02, and 02x03
Warnings: none really.
Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader
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TIME TO DECIDE:
“Hey, mom—!”
“Hey sweetie, I just called to say I’m gonna be gone for at least another week.”
Shoulders falling, the excitement that you had felt seconds prior at the sight of your mom calling you dwindles into nothing. Her words hit you like a slap across the face — but somehow, you’re not surprised.
How could you be? This was nothing new.
“Oh?” You call out, forcing back your own hurt as you nod. “Did you make a break?”
“Yeah,” your mom laughs from the other end of the call. Her voice is slightly scratchy through reception and you honestly can’t remember the last time you actually heard her voice — in front of you, not through a cellphone. “This could do wonders for the company. And honey, it could take more than a week.”
More than a week.
“You’ve already been gone for two months.” You remind, fiddling with your bedsheets, biting your lip.
“I know, baby. I know,” your mom sighs from the other end. “Look, I promise you we can do something fun when I’m back okay? Whatever you want.”
“Okay, sure,” you shrug though she can’t see you.
You know it’s an empty promise anyway.
She’ll come home, be home for a day and then leave for another two months right after. It’s the same thing every single time, and every time she promises you the same thing. You know it, you expect it and yet you can’t help but get your hopes up every time she promises you.
“How are Eli and Demetri doing? Are they keeping you company?”
Stomach twisting at the sound of Eli’s name, your lips part. Your mom doesn’t know anything. Nothing about Miguel or how karate has seemingly taken over your school. She doesn’t know about Eli, how the two of you kissed, how he changed, how he broke your heart…
You want to tell her, you just haven’t had the chance.
“Actually, things have been—”
Your mothers name is called faintly from the other end, loud enough to cut you off and suddenly you hear your mom yelling back. There’s a pause of silence and then you hear her breathing next to the speaker again. “I gotta go, I’m sorry. Please make sure the next payment goes through. I love you, bye!”
“I love—“
She’s already hung up before you’re able to finish the words.
Sighing, you let your phone fall, collapsing against your bed as you stare up at your ceiling. You and your mother used to spend all this time together, practically inseparable — when your father died, she had to find ways to make money and that meant, prioritizing money and work over you.
You knew why she did it and you knew she loved you — didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt.
It’s why when you found Eli and Demetri and were able to make your first real friends, you’d clung to them so desperately. You don’t think they really knew it, but they became your whole world. When you’d go home to an empty house everyday, it was okay because you knew you’d get to see them the next.
And Eli… he’d come over plenty of times. Or you’d go to his. You’d do whatever, it didn’t matter — just as long as you didn’t have to go home to an empty house or walk through school alone.
Even if you were bullied. Even if you were losers.
Now Eli was Hawk and you didn’t even know who he was anymore.
Clearly none of it — you — weren’t enough for him.
The sound of your phone ringing interrupts you from your thoughts. Your first thought is your mom and you jump at the chance at being able to talk to her, only to be confused when you read Sam’s contact name instead.
Slowly moving to answer the phone, you frown; “Sam?”
“Hey!” She calls, voice slightly breathless, clearly nervous. “I just called to check in on you. You’ve seemed kind of distant at school and… well, I thought you could use a friend.”
Your lips part, touched that she’d have thought of you.
“Did you maybe wanna hang?”
Swallowing thickly, you’re unable to hide the smile that curls onto your lips. “Okay, yeah… yeah, I’d love that.”
-
“I didn’t know…”
Laughing lightly, you shrug your shoulders, swaying slightly on Sam’s bed. “It’s not your fault,” you shake your head. “I didn’t tell you. And honestly, I haven’t even really told anyone.”
Sam pauses, pursing her lips in thought. “He just started making out with Moon?”
Biting your lip, you nod; “I didn’t even think we broke up. Or I guess, I said we never really started dating… but, I mean I thought I’d made it clear how I felt about him.” Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you glance down at your lap, feeling the hurt flood through you all over again. “I just thought he cared about me more than that.”
Reaching forward, Sam sets her hand on your own. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
You turn to her in surprise, touched by how genuine she sounds.
Honestly, you’d been apprehensive about making friends with Sam. You thought she was some popular girl and for as long as you’ve known her, she’s never said anything bad about Yasmine and instead stood there and watched. She’d laughed at things Yasmine had said. She’d even let Yasmine bully her own best friend.
You knew she felt horrible about that and you’ve seen her and Aisha rekindling. But then everything had happened at that party and you thought she wouldn’t want to talk to you because you were still Miguel’s friend and it was clear she didn’t want to talk to him.
And you still stood by Miguel — of course you did — but it felt nice that the one female friend you’d made still wanted to be your friend.
“The worst part is Moon is really nice,” you sigh, “so I can’t even be mad at her.”
Sam snorts, “yeah, Moon has that effect on people.”
“She keeps inviting me to go out with the both of them. Demetri too. Apparently they’re going to play beach volleyball and they keep asking me to join them.” Miguel had asked you too, but you make sure to leave his name out — knowing that Sam’s still hurt by him.
“Are you going to?”
“No,” you frown. “I can barely stand to look at him.” You admit while Sam nods, breathing deeply before deflating in defeat. “I seriously hate karate.”
Letting out a giggle, Sam shakes her head; “yeah, I used to too.”
Raising a brow, you tilt your head; “used to?”
“Well, yeah,” she shrugs. “I felt like karate ruined Miguel and I, but I realized it was really just Cobra Kai that did. Then, my dad opened back up the dojo he trained in as a kid, Miyagi-Do, and it’s really helped me learn a lot about myself and bring me some inner peace.”
Nodding slowly, you shrug. Then, you see this look wash over her, her eyes twinkling and you have a feeling you know where she’s going with this before she even finishes.
“You should join!”
Letting out a huff, you teeter on your spot on her bed, shaking your head. “I dunno… I mean, karate is what started all this. It’s what changed Eli.”
“No, no, that was Cobra Kai!”
Meeting Sams eye, you pause. You guess she’s right, in one way. You don’t know anything about Miyagi-Do but it was when Eli joined Cobra Kai that everything changed. That he changed.
“I think it would really help you,” Sam tries to convince you, voice desperate. “My dad teaches that karate is for defence only and—“
Her bedroom door suddenly swings open, making you jump in surprise as you turn around only to see who you assume is Sam’s dad. You’ve also seen his Larusso Auto adverts all over town.
He pauses at the sight of you, lips parting; “oh, sorry, I didn’t realize Sam had a friend over.”
Offering a small smile and a wave, you nod; “my names Y/N, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Larusso.”
He eases at your polite greeting, body shifting as his eyes turn to Sam. She’s smiling wide at the sight of her dad, “dad, Y/N and I were just talking about her possibly joining Miyagi-Do.”
Eyes widening, you tense as Sam practically throws you under the bus.
Before you can even argue, Mr. Larusso is stepping towards you, a hopeful smile on his face. “That’s—That’s wonderful! We’d be happy to have you, Y/N. Everybody is welcome.”
Thrown off slightly, you nod, “I-I don’t really have the money to join, though, so—”
“Lessons are completely free,” he offers, shaking his hands out before him, grinning. “No need for you to pay.”
Brows raising, you pause at that. That was… oddly nice of him to offer.
“She’s not completely decided yet, dad.” Sam reminds, noticing the look on your face as she turns to face her father. “I think it’d be great if she did though.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Mr. Larusso laughs, “nonetheless, take your time deciding. There’s always a spot open for you.”
You nod, swallowing thickly, unable to find the words to respond as you simply turn back to Sam. She eyes you briefly before turning to her dad, who informs her that he was originally coming in to tell her that dinner was going to be later tonight cause there was stuff him and her mom had to get done at work.
Sam nods, before saying goodbye to her dad, leaving the both of you alone once again.
You instantly turn to her; “I hate you.”
She just laughs, shrugging her shoulders. “I just think it’d really help you is all.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, “I’ll think about it, okay?”
And that’s all she really wants to hear.
-
“You’re sure you won’t come?”
“Miguel…”
Letting out a sigh, Miguel’s shoulders fall; “I still don’t even know what happened between you and Hawk. Neither of you will tell me.”
Shutting your locker door gently, you shrug; “it’s nothing worth telling.”
“It clearly is. Since you refuse to be anywhere near him.” Miguel eyes you and you feel yourself growing uncomfortable — it wasn’t that you didn’t trust Miguel, you just didn’t want to pit him against you and Eli. You knew the two of them were close, especially now that they were in the same dojo and you didn’t want to make things awkward.
Or make him feel like he had to choose.
But, as you move to walk away, Miguel’s reflexes are quicker and he easily blocks your path. You huff as he does, hands falling by your sides as you glance up at him.
“You can’t act like it’s nothing.” He argues, “besides, I know he did something.”
“How do you know it was him?”
“Because you refuse to hang with us anymore and he’s with Moon.”
Damn him and his ability to be a decent guy and listen to you…
“We had a fight,” you explain, glancing at something to your left, to distract yourself — to make it not so obvious how much it hurts. “The night of the party, I guess we broke up? And before I knew it, I turned around to see him making out with Moon.”
Miguel’s eyes widen; “the night I got drunk?”
“Yeah,” you shrug, not sure why it’s such a big deal.
“You took care of me, drunk, when all that was happening?”
“Of course,” you say without hesitation. “You’re my friend and I had to make sure you were okay.”
Miguel’s face falls, a softened look washing through his eyes as he glances down at you. You flush slightly at the look, not having expected such a heartfelt reaction to something you felt like was natural for friends to do.
“I’m sorry,” he says after a moment. “I didn’t realize he hurt you like that.”
“It doesn’t matter,” lies, “if he’s happy, then that’s all that matters.”
Unfortunately, that was true.
Miguel just shakes his head and the two of you head off to class together — thankfully chatting about a different subject. But as you walk, you catch sight of Hawk, just across the hall, who moves to greet Miguel before he sees you next to him.
He falters, hand awkwardly falling next to his side, and you find yourself unable to pull your gaze away from his, that familiar pang echoing in your chest.
Then Moon runs up behind him, grabbing him in a tight hug as she laughs and instantly your eyes are flickering back to Miguel, quickly plastering a smile on your face at whatever he’s saying when he turns to you in response.
You don’t notice the pair of eyes that follow you.
-
A rapid knocking on your window startles you awake.
You wake with a gasp, heart feeling like it might leap out of your throat as you sit up, trying to focus on where the sounds coming from. It takes you a moment to realize where, until you turn your head towards your window and see a familiar pair of eyes staring back at you.
“Eli?” You question softly, confused.
You get up, pulling your sheets off of you as you move towards your window. You fumble with the lock for a moment before it clicks open and you slowly slide it up, feeling the cool night air drift across your body.
“What are you doing here?”
Eli doesn’t respond right away, he crawls through your window and it isn’t until he’s fully stood in front of you do you see what’s wrong.
There’s a large bruise across his left eye glaring back at you.
“Oh my God, Eli! What happened?”
“Me and Demetri were walking back from the comic book store when we ran into Kyler and his friends.” Eli explains, speaking for the first time. His voice is low and raspy and he starkly avoids your gaze, keeping his own trained on his feet. “They said hi.”
“Where’s Demetri? Is he—“
“He’s fine,” Eli assures, “he called his mom.”
Nodding as you feel a bit of your worry fade, you shake your head. “Why didn’t you call your mom?”
“I wanted to see you,” Eli admits softly, finally flickering his gaze up to meet your own.
“O-Oh,” you flush, fumbling for your words briefly before you shake your head, snapping yourself out of your own stupor as you see his bruise once again. “Here, sit on the bed. I’ll get a warm clothe.”
He listens without fault and you quickly rush out of your room, racing down the stairs to your kitchen, grabbing what you need before racing back up. Eli’s still in the same spot as you left him, only he’s glancing around, obviously taking in your room. He’s been over before, but only in the living room with Demetri when they’d come over for a movie night. He’s never been in your room or given the opportunity to glance around.
You blush m when you notice him eyeing one of your superhero posters on the wall, chuckling softly to himself.
He turns to you at the sound of your footsteps and slowly you make your way over to him, softly dabbing the warmth clothe over the bruise. He winces slightly but otherwise doesn’t say anything.
It isn’t until you pull the clothe back to yourself that he speaks; “where’s your mom?”
“Still gone for her business trip,” you explain, unable to fight the frown that grows on your lips. “She wasn’t supposed to return yesterday.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Eli doesn’t respond to that and a pause of silence washes over the two of you. He’s glancing around once again and you realize that you’re still blushing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you shift on your bed. It felt weird to have him in your room, but, you also liked it.
Liked being this close to him. Just the two of you.
“Does your eye feel okay?”
“Better than it did,” Eli smiles.
You nod, and then Eli shifts.
“I should probably get back—“
“You could stay if you wanted!” The words leave your lips before you’re able to process just what it is you’re asking. At the wide eyed, surprised look Eli sends you, you flush deeper, avoiding his gaze as you fiddle with your pajama pants. “I-I mean, if you wanted to.”
The truth was you just didn’t want to be alone, again, in your empty house like you always were. And.. you wanted Eli specifically to stay. You wanted to be with him.
“Is that okay?”
Shrugging, you turn to him; “my moms not home.” Then, adding, you admit; “and I’d—I’d like the company.”
A moment later, Eli nods; “okay.”
You sit up with hope; “okay?”
“Yeah,” he assures, “I’ll just tell my mom I spent the night at Demetri’s.”
“Okay,” then, pausing, you continue; “thank you, Eli.”
He flushes at that, pressing a hand to his face as he tries to hide himself. “Of-Of course, anything for you.”
A few minutes later the both of you are moving to go back to bed. He offers to sleep on the ground but you just shake your head, pulling your sheets back to signal him. He listens after a moment of hesitance, a deep blush on both of your cheeks.
The second he’s settled, the two of you are facing each other, the only sound being your breaths.
“Good night, Eli,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “Thank you for staying.”
“Good night,” he whispers back, voice slightly shaky. “Thank you for taking care of me. Like you always do.”
You just smile, letting your eyes slowly flutter shut. You fall asleep with ease, a weight lifted off your shoulders at the feeling of another, the warmth in your heart easing you to sleep.
Eli doesn’t fall asleep straight away. He can’t.
Instead, his looks at you, peacefully asleep, without a worry in the world and a small smile on your face — and thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s sure he’s ever seen.
-
“You came!”
With a light laugh, you make your way over to Sam. She’s stood off to the side from the rest of the festival, under one of the Larusso Auto tents that they had set up.
It takes you a moment to register whose stood beside her, but the second he turns to face you at the sound of Sam’s voice, you blink in recognition — Robby. Otherwise known as the boy that Miguel got jealous of with Sam at the party that night.
It seemed they were closer then you thought.
“Of course,” you shrug, falling to a stop in front of them. “You asked me to.”
Sam just grins widely, but then pauses as she notices both you and Robby glancing at one another. “Y/N, this is Robby. Robby, this is—”
“I remember,” Robby cuts in. “We met briefly the night of that party down at the beach.” He pauses briefly, before adding. “Miguel’s friend.”
There’s a certain judgement to his voice as he says Miguel’s name, your eyes narrowing briefly before you push it aside. To be fair, Miguel had been drunk that night and had attacked without thought all because he was jealous and upset.
In all honesty, Robby hadn’t really done anything to deserve that. You understood Miguel’s feelings and his rash thinking — but, Robby and Sam hadn’t really been doing anything.
“Yeah,” you nod, putting your hands into the pockets of your jeans. There’s an moment of awkward silence and you know you’re not wanted. “Anyways, I’ll leave you to it, Sam,” your eyes flicker to her whose watching apprehensively. “I’ll make sure to watch you guys though later tonight.”
You send a soft smile and a wave before moving to walk off.
“That was rude, Robby.” Sam turns to him, a frown on her lips. “Y/N’s really nice. And it’s not her fault that Miguel did what he did. She was just being a good friend to him.”
He just shrugs.
Sighing, Sam shakes her head. “Well, I’m trying to get her to join Miyago-Do with us. So be nice.”
-
“Coming up next, do I have a treat for you! Please direct your attention to the Larusso Auto booth for a presentation from Miyagi-Do Karate.”
Shifting yourself around, you eye the booth with curiosity. Sam had practically begged you to come tonight for the sole purpose of getting to see a sneak peek of just really what Miyagi-Do was about. She hasn’t given up on trying to get you to join.
And honestly, you don’t think she ever will.
She promised you it’d be worth it and that what you saw tonight would change your mind about not wanting to join any karate dojos.
Traditional Japanese music starts playing from their speakers and standing on the booth, you see Robby, Sam and her father darkened by the lights to give off a shadowed effect. Everyone falls silent as their performance starts, shifting from different karate positions in a slow and dedication persision.
Once they land a pose with the beat of the music, a series of claps echo.
The lights turn on and Mr. Larusso has a bo in his hands, he does a few tricks with it before Sam and Robby begin to circle around him.
They attack simultaneously, showing off a few cool moves that are impressive. At this point, you know what karate looks like and have had a taste of it watching Miguel, Hawk and the rest of Cobra Kai fight in the All Valley tournament. You’d also seen a bit of Miyagi-Do from Robby, but he was much more proficient in the art now.
The moves were so different than Cobra Kai. So… calm and precise but still effective.
Honestly, when Sam had asked you to watch her this evening, you thought you’d feel much of the same that you do about Cobra Kai and karate in general. You were, quite honestly, sick of it — having lost one of you best friends and the boy you loved to it.
Karate had done nothing but ruin your life and even though Sam kept asking you, you had no intention of joining.
But this? This was different. Felt different. This was calm, peaceful, but still interesting and striking. You felt yourself unable to look away as you watched their performance, enthralled by what you were seeing.
By how much of an opposite it was to Cobra Kai. Less aggressive, less about beating your opponent and more about being able to defend yourself. Protect yourself. It wasn’t karate necessarily aimed to look amazing or cool, but it was still as fascinating — the way all three of them moved… you’d never seen anything like it.
“Now time for the Grand Finale.” Mr. Larusso announces, bowing slightly.
Robby and Sam walk off stage, Mr. Larusso walking off briefly to push on a cart. On it was ice slabs placed vertically in slots.
But just before he’s finished rolling the cart onto the stage, the lights suddenly cut out and the familiar chanting of “Cobra Kai” echoes, pulling yours and everyone’s attention behind you as you see, of course Miguel and Hawk up front and leading the line, the entirety of the Cobra Kai dojo marching in.
Effectively interrupting Mr. Larusso and Miyago-Do’s performance.
It with ease catches the attention of everyone, the entire crowd shifts back over to the main stage where Miguel, Hawk and the rest of the students begin to compete against one another to show off their skills, then moving to other demonstrations of their skills and strengths. Like breaking boards and doing flips.
The complete opposite to Sam’s performance. Rock music blared while lights flashed, the whole performance targeted towards gaining attention. People, especially kids your age, were a lot more likely to want to watch a performance like that then Sam’s.
Purely because it looked more ‘bad*ss’.
You watch with a frown, still hovering near Miyagi-Do.
Then, Miguel’s Sensei walks up at the end, five slabs of concrete lined up horizontally. He calls out for his students to ‘light it up’, and for added effect, they add flames to the top of the first slab of concrete.
He, of course, breaks all of them with ease.
When the crowd starts chanting Cobra Kai, you manage the courage to look to your left. Sam and Robby look devastated, their moment to show off their moves and their dojo interrupted by Cobra Kai, but it’s Mr. Larusso who looks the most upset. A look of defeat in his eyes as he watches Cobra Kai steal all the glory and attention.
It’s heartbreaking.
You know what you have to do. You’d made your decision the second you’d seen the way all of them moved. It felt impossible to avoid karate now, not when it was so clearly taking over your life in different ways one by one -- and in the end, wasn’t it better to join it when you made the decision to? When you wanted to?
As who assume is Sam’s mom walks up and pulls Mr. Larusso off the stage with an arm around his shoulder, you step up in turn, stopping in front of Sam and Robby.
“Okay,” you say after a moment, pulling Sam’s eyes on you as Robby blinks at you. “I’ll do it. I’ll join Miyagi-Do.”
Sam’s eyes widen as hope floods her gaze.
“You might’ve not been able to get anybody else, but… you got me.”
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Cheesy pick up lines — Pato o’ward
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You were vacationing with your friends on some pretty exotic beach. You and your girlfriends were out sunbathing. They were talking about god only knows what but you were staring at the pretty pale guy pacing back and forth on the beach eventually he made up his mind and walked up to you.
“Hi excuse me Can I borrow your sunscreen? Because you’re hot enough to burn me.” The man says with a goofy smile.
“Did you just use a cheesy beach themed pickup line to talk to me?” You asked.
You laugh in amusement. Your friends are watching you two intently, giggling like school girls.
“I’m just getting warmed up” he replies, “so what’s your name?”
“I’m y/n” you said sticking out your hand
You both shake each other’s hand. He has a warm gentle touch that makes your hand tingle.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“And I’m Pato.”
“Nice to meet you Pato” you say smiling
He leans in closer making sure no one can hear him.
“I noticed you from afar but I was nervous about coming up to you”. His face turns slightly red out of embarrassment from his previous cheesy pickup line.
You find his honesty and charm endearing.
“You were?” You ask, playing around.
“You know what? I’m actually kind of shy around pretty girls like yourself.” He says while looking away, “I have one more cheesy line, but I won’t say it in front of your friends.”
“They don’t mind” you said
“But I’m embarrassed.” He says
“Just say it, it’s not like I don’t like it. I’m a sucker for romance.” You say giggling, “just try and keep it PG in front of my friends.”
“As a matter of fact I’ll go if you were a fruit you would be a Fine-apple” you say trying not to laugh
Your friends giggle upon hearing the corny joke. Pato’s face turns beet red from embarrassment.
“Wow, that one was… wow”. He says with a chuckle.
“Is it okay if I hang around?” He asks. You could see the genuine interest in his eyes, he’s not a player.
Pato stands there not sure if you are interested in him as well. The sun was slowly setting, the waves crashing against the shore. The sky was a blood red pink mix. It was a pretty romantic scene.
He tries to get a little courage to try and make a move.
“Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?” Pato asks nervously.
“Go for it.” You reply.
“Can I have your number? Maybe we can hang out and get to know each other?”
“Of course.” You blush shyly, this is the first time he asked for your number and it takes you by surprise. You’re also really interested in him.
You give him your cell phone number, he calls your phone to make sure you saved it. He saves your number on his phone as well.
“I’ll text you.” Pato says as he walks away.
“I look forward to it.” You say
Pato waves good bye and you wave back.
From afar your friends wave him off with the “bye bye” symbol with their fingers.
“He seems like such a good guy.” One of your friends says.
He stands there for a few minutes with his phone in his hand, debating on whether to ask you to hang out more.
He eventually finds the courage and asks you “Hey, this is a bit forward but could I take you out to dinner tomorrow evening?”
You’re actually surprised, he’s not playing games at all. You respect directness and it’s nice to finally meet a man that knows what he wants.
“I would love that” you reply excitedly.
He smiles widely at your response, he finally has his chance to go on a date with you.
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Lending A Hand ~ E.M
@haileighboi asked:
Here is another fluff one shot🤭
Ok so the reader is Dustin’s older sister. (Who is a cheerleader but is not popular she is more to her self always hangs in the library with her best friend Liz, who has been her only friend for years) When Dustin was going through her room look for quarters for the arcade (like mike did in season 2) he find her diary and reads it because he sees his DMs name in it a find out his sister has been in love with him so Lil dusty buns plays match maker. It works!!! Eddie feels the same they go on a date everyone is happy until it hits Dustin. Eddie is now dating his sister so now Dustin is in over protective little brother mode when Eddie comes around to see his sister. When ever you guys sit together he squeezes himself in, when holding hand he breaks it. Reader and Eddie find it hilarious especially when Dustin tries to intimidate Eddie by deepening his voice and has the little brother talk. 🤣
Sorry it is so long but I thought it was a cute idea.
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My Master List is in This Area
" Do you know the meaning of chewing?" you stared in disgust as Dustin scarfed down his breakfast like he hasn't eaten in days. Your nose twitched as he grin full mouth of food.
" Thank you for breakfast, mom! But Liz is already waiting for me as it is" you scrambled out of your chair bringing your half eaten breakfast to the sink. Your mom put her hand on her hips, waving the spatula at you. " At least grab some to go, hunny. I don't need my little cheerleader to starve" you shook your head, kissing her cheek.
" Let's go butthead!" you shouted towards Dustin who groaned with food in his mouth as he slide on his backpack. " Bye mom!" he shouted as he raced out the door with you. The both of you shoved each other through the doors as Liz stared in amusement watching you both.
" We're going to be late, move it Dusty bun" he groaned as he slipped out the doors first and ran towards Liz's car leaving you to mutter underneath your breath fixing your pony tail as you waved to your best friend.
" Took you long enough, Henderson" she playfully rolled her eyes. " Oh be quite you, start driving or we'll be late."
" Oh that's right, Miss I'm A Cheerleader, I need good grades but I'll stay in the library to be a nerd and shut myself from everyone else forgot I had such a dork for a sister" you reached to the back to flick your brother in the nose.
" I'm not one that plays a fantasy game and has a girlfriend that's miles away and sing-" you were cut off by Dustin tugging on your pony tail.
" That's rude! You little-" you started to say when Liz screamed causing you and Dustin to look at her while she drives.
" Henderson's I will kick you out of my car. I swear" she warned. You huffed in your seat mocking Dustin in the back who mocked you back.
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You walked through the desks to get to your seat in English plopping down near the window over looking the outside. The chair next to you scraped against the ground and you knew who sat in that seat. It was your crush, Eddie Munson. He was your little brothers Dungeon Master too.
" Hey Henderson, you look a little spaced out. Everything going okay in there?" he asked tapping on the back of your head. You turned your head meeting his gaze. He had a small smile on his lips as he slouched in his chair with his legs out, spread.
" Yeah, I'm good. Let me guess you forgot to bring your notebook and a pen?" he pursed his lips as he put a finger on his chin and tapped it like he was thinking. You giggled at his expression. The sound brought his heart racing as he offered his hand to you.
" Would you, m'lady be so kind to give the young bard a piece of paper and a pen of your liking?" he asked.
" The lady would" you ripped out a piece of paper from your notebook skipping over the paper that had his name on it with little hearts around the eye before giving it to him. You offered your pen to him too and he took it with a brush of his fingers against yours. The touch caused your breath to hitch.
" Something wrong?" Eddie asked, catching it. You shook your head burying your face into your notebook as you flipped it to a clean page. He chuckled as the teacher walked in but Eddie couldn't help it but watched as you took notes. The way you were so focused in writing everything down.
He couldn't help but feel his heart race every time you'd look at him at the corner of your eye.
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He looked at me today like I've given him a whole world into the palm of his hand. His smile made my heart flutter, the way his hand brushed over mine. I felt it. The spark that was there. Maybe I am overthinking it. Eddie Munson doesn't like me like that. I mean, look at me. Look at Chrissy Cunningham. She looks more like his type.
" Hunny! Time for dinner!" your mom shouted. You closed out your diary and stuffed in behind your pillow. Inside your pillow case where you were sure no one would find it.
" Coming!" you shouted as you looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You hadn't notice Dustin standing outside your door pretending to fix his own hair like he was imitating you.
" What are you doing?" you asked with your eyebrow raised.
" I'm you" he says, " I'm pretty." His hand brushed down his shirt like he was smoothing it out. You groan, " You're so annoying."
" Look who I'm related to" you squinted your eyes, " you better run or I'll make-"
" Kids, dinner!" your mom shouted.
" Coming!" the both of you yelled back. Dustin ran down the stairs before you could say anything else and you followed him, plopping in the seat across from Dustin.
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You were studying with Liz in the kitchen for one of the tests that were coming up. She had made flash cards while you were making something to eat, she wanted a sandwich. Meanwhile Dustin was frantically searching around in his room for coins. He wanted to go arcade with the others.
A light bulb went over his head remembering you had a piggy bank in your room full of coins and some cash. He listened over in the halls of your voice and Liz, hearing you ask if Liz wanted some cheese on her sandwich. He rolled his eyes, you and your famous turkey sandwiches. They were good. One of his favorites but you gushed about to everyone.
He slowly opened your room fearing the door would crack and when it didn't, he sighed in relief and walked inside. His eyes roamed until they spotted the purple piggybank on your dresser next to a music box that had some of your jewelry in it.
" Yes, I knew you where here" he mumbled to himself grabbing it with his hands as he shook it. Our slipped more coins that he ever imagined. Why did you need all of them? Where you saving up for something? He shrugged and grabbed some stuffing them into his pocket.
In the corner of your bed, in the slip behind you pillow laid the small notebook that catches his attention. He looks back into the hall to hear you return to studying with Liz.
" Nerd" he mumbled to himself before plopping down on your bed. He jumped on it a little as his hand reached for the small notebook that was hidden behind your pillow. It had your name on it, the words " do not open" and diary all together on the front.
Dustin was skimming through it until his eyes landed on a name. Not just any name. His dungeon masters name. His eyes grew wide at what he was reading. You liked Eddie Munson? His mouth dropped open as he closed the notebook with a small thud.
He stuffed into where he found it before racing over back to his room grabbing the radio.
" Mike, Lucas. Come in, Will. Do you copy? I need all heads in"
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You yawned as you pull up picking up on your way to pick up Dustin from Hellfire tonight. Steve had some sort of excuse saying he had a date of some sort. Your fingers tapped on the steering wheel as you waited for them to come out. The door opened minutes later, you snorted watching your brother jump over the steps with Mike being goof balls.
You pressed in the middle of your steering wheel scaring them with a honk of your car. They screamed, clutching each other as if something was about to get them. You threw your head back in laughter as you stepped out of the car.
" Get in goofballs" you said through your laughter. Eddie had emerged last as the rest started to leave but you waited to wish him a good night. Dustin nudged your side, " Quit gawking at him."
" At who?" you asked. Dustin didn't utter a word as Eddie walked closer. " You're still here?" He took notice Mike in the car already with a bored expression on his face.
" I'm guessing your taking those two sheeps home?" He asked, bouncing back and forth on his feet. Dustin takes notice on how Eddie kept nervously looking away.
" what gave it away?" you sarcastically say, with a playfully eye roll. He chuckled, shaking his head. " Sarcasm is pretty on you just like you" he flirts.
Your cheeks flush red, " oh my god, will you two just admit to each other that you like each other and go on a date?" Dustin mutters out throwing his hands up. " I mean look at you two, your both nervous to even look at each other and your always smiling wider whenever the both of you are around each other. Look at you, Eddie. Your eyes a partially shining."
Eddie shoots Dustin a glare, " Shut it Henderson."
" I think it's cute" you mutter catching Eddie's attention. He turned his head back with his eyebrow arched up hidden behind his bangs. " You do?"
"Yes, you're very pretty Eddie" his cheeks flushed red as he took a piece of his hair and chewed on it acting shy.
" How about a date, Munson? Tomorrow?" he released his hair from his mouth as he agreed. " I'll pick you up at 7"
" Sounds like a plan"
A honk of the car startled the three of you as Mike waved, " Can we go home now?"
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You twirled around in the mirror pressing your hands down on the skirt you were wearing.
" Aren't you glad I opened my mouth and now you have a date with Eddie" Dustin says as he plops down on your bed with a comic book in his hands.
" How did you even know I had a crush on him?" A beat of sweat appears on Dustin's forehead. Your eyes were in slit thinking he was going to make up some lie to you about this.
" I just knew" he says with a shrug, " you've made it obvious."
" Oh... well thanks" you shrugged.
" You're welcome. You know I do want to see you happy even if you're the most annoying in the world" you smiled down at him as you sat down on the edge of your bed.
" Thank you, that's the most nicest thing you have ever said to me" Dustin playfully shoved his shoulder into you as you shared a laugh with him.
" If he does anything stupid, I will hunt him down" Dustin tries to sound threateningly but fails as it brings laughter to you. The doorbell rang, " I'll get it!" you both shouted as the two of you raced downstairs.
" It's for me, Dusty bun" you shouted.
" It's my friend" he shouted.
Your hand lands on the doorknob, " Ha!" Dustin huffs as you opened the door revealing Eddie holding flowers in his hand as he eyes the two of you.
" Were you two just fighting over who opens the door?"
" I won" you happily said while Dustin stuck his tongue out at you. " Are those for me?" you gasped seeing your favorite flowers in his hands. His cheeks tinted red as he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he offered them to you.
" This is so sweet, let me go put them in a vase. I'll be right back" you sent a small smile Eddie's way making your way into the kitchen where your mom was.
" Who are those from?" She asks, " they are so pretty."
" They are from Eddie" you shyly tell her. She smiles widely seeing your reaction. " Does my little cheerleader like Eddie?" you nodded.
" I'm happy for you, hunny. Is he at the door?" you nodded again. She set her things down as she made her way to the door to say hello to Eddie.
Eddie took notice of your mom making her way over to him. He has been over the house a couple of time to drop Dustin off, to drop things for Dustin, stay for dinner and hang out with Dustin.
" It's good to see you, Eddie" your mom greet him.
" Good to see you too Mrs. Henderson" he smiles at her.
"Take care of my little girl, you hear me?"
" okay, mom we're going" you grabbed onto Eddie's wrist dragging him out the door.
" Have fun you two!" your mom shouted, " Not too much fun!" Dustin shouted as your mom closed the door. Eddie opens the door for you, " m'lady" and bows.
You giggle, " thank you kind sir."
You slide into the passenger seat as he closes the door making his way to the other side where he gets in, shooting you a grin.
" Ready, sweetheart?" he nickname throws you off balance making your heart flutter.
" R-ready" Eddie starts the van, putting his hand on your thigh as he drive off.
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Since the date, everything was going so well. You've became officially Eddie's girlfriend. But Dustin now came to terms that you were dating Eddie now. He huffs when Eddie comes over and sits besides you on the couch.
" Excuse me" Dustin making his way over in between you and Eddie, " Scoot over" he looks down at Eddie. " This is my usual spot" he points to the couch.
You look at your little brother with amusement watching him put himself in between you and Eddie. You look over to Eddie to see he had the same look on his face.
" Could you pass me those chips?" He asks Eddie, " can't seem to reach" Eddie reaches over to toss the bag of chips into Dustin's lap and puts his arms around the couch but Dustin leans back and feels Eddie's arm.
" Man, not right now. I don't need a cuddle" you snort watching the two as your boyfriend glances down at Dustin with amusement written on his face. He shoots you a look saying are you seeing what I am seeing.
You gotten up to grab yourself something to drink and Eddie follows you wanting to have a moment with you. But, to your disappointment Dustin walks into the kitchen to squeeze in between you and Eddie.
" Sorry just need this cup right there" he grabs the dirty cup off the counter top and puts it in the sink. Eddie grabs a hold of your hands about to bring your hands up to his lips to kiss them when Dustin grabs a hold of your hand and Eddie's.
" It it cold in here? I need some warmth" he holds your hand in his while the other in Eddies. This is the funniest thing you have had seen your brother do. He was having his own fun getting in between you and Eddie.
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It's been like that for a whole week where Dustin didn't want Eddie to touch you or be near you. You decided it was time to confront your little brother and ask him what's been going on.
" Hey" you knocked on his door. " It's me, can we talk?" you asked through the door. The door opened to reveal Dustin.
" Is something wrong? Did you get hurt? Did Eddie do something? I swear I'll kill him" Dustin muttered.
" No, no nothing like that" he nodded opening the door wider as you stepped in looking around his room. You have been in his room maybe four times. He didn't like it very much when you were in his room.
" Is everything okay? I mean you've been acting more weirder than usual" you mumbled plopping on his bed. Dustin sighed as he sat down next to you.
" Why won't you let me be near Eddie? Are you afraid he will hurt me?" He shook his head with a small pout.
" No, not that" Dustin looked away feeling upset over the real reason why he kept doing what he was doing. " Please tell me, I'm worried" you moved closer to him and wrap your arms around him.
He looked up at you with glossy eyes, " Hey, what's the matter?' you shifted to face him. " What's got you like this?"
" It's just, I feel like Eddie will take you away from me. You're my big sister and I love giving you shit"
" Language" you warned, poking his nose. He scrunched it.
" I'm also your brother, I just feel very protected over you. You know? If he hurts you, I want to be the first one to land a punch on him. If he says something to hurt you, I want to be the one that bites his head off. You know?"
You nodded, " Listen to me. Eddie isn't taking me away from you, I'm always going to be your big sister. We're always going to have the bond that we have. I know you'll always be there to take care of me whenever I need you. The same thing I would do to you, and if Eddie will hurt me. You'll be the first to know, I promise you."
" I love you" he says throwing his arms around.
" I love you too, dork" he chuckled as he hugged you tighter. There were rare moments like this with your brother but this felt different. Because he never was like this.
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It was silence at the dinner table as Eddie looked between you and Dustin and then at your mom. She was aware the moment you had between Dustin and how Dustin felt about you being with Eddie.
Eddie was a little scared of the silence then he was startled as Dustin cleared his throat. He stood up from his chair as he turned to Eddie.
" I have some words I need to say" he runs a hand through his curls and puts his cap back on his head. " To you" he points to Eddie. You pause your fork grabbing onto the chicken focusing your attention on your brother.
" Dustin, what are you doing?" he puts a finger up to shush you.
" That's rude" you mumble. Your mom reached over the table and tapped your hand. " It's okay, hunny. He means well" you huffed in your seat crossing your arms over your chair.
" You listen good, Munson. This is my sister" he points to you. Eddie nods, but continues to listen. " If you even think about hurting her in any way possible. I will hunt you down, I will come into your trailer and I will take your guitar and I will throw it into Lover Lake. Do you hear me?" your eyes widen as Eddie eyes did too, but he nodded.
" I don't plan on hurting her, no. way' Eddie says as he looks over to you reaching for your hand. Your hand slide into his, lacing his fingers with yours.
" If you do anything to upset her, I will take Steve's bat and make your van look extra pretty" As Dustin continued to act protective over you, he pointed a finger at Eddie's face.
" Just please don't hurt her" Dustin begs him. " She's been through a lot as it is" you look down at your plate when Dustin says that. Eddie gives your hand a squeeze.
" Also, please don't make be barf whenever this happens" he motions to your hands. " Almost forgot" he walks around the table to unlace your fingers from Eddie. His one hand in yours and the other is in Eddies.
" I got cold" you chuckled, shaking your head.
" yeah got cold, got it" Eddie snorted.
" Dusty bun please sit down, we didn't finish dinner" you stuck your tongue out at Dustin as did Eddie.
In response, Dustin stuck his tongue out at you and Eddie.
This was a start of something good.
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Where did the butterflies go?
Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson
Summary - Eddie is your best friend and you have a little thing for him. What would happen if you saw him kissing another girl while he left you waiting at the parking lot?
Warnings - 18+ please, fingering, smoking cigars and joints, swearing, eddie munson fingering his best friend, little bit angst, smut eddie, praise kink, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweatheart), Eddie vs Billy rivalry
tags - Friends to Lovers, a little bit angst, smut
Y/N POV
It was just another hot night in Hawkins, Nancy and Robin was sitting by Steve's pool, just close enough to put their feet on the cold water, Eddie and Steve was smoking a joint while they talk and I was sitting near the pool, talking to the girls whilst i tapped my pockets looking for my cigs but i don't found my lighter.
— "Hey, Munson!" - he turned quick when heard my voice and shoot me with his stupid beautiful smile, i smiled back and before i noticed, he was walking towards me.
— "What do you need, sweetheart?" - he said while a smirk grow between his lips — "I know, i know.. you can't be far from me for to long." — I chuckle while getting up on my feet and standing in front of the boy, he was absolutely taller than me, what made me have to looked up to see his face.
He hold my chin between his index finger and thumb — "Gosh Henderson, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" — it is like this every other day since you meet Eddie, he is a flirty and I think he IS a good one, since the butterflies on my stomach become alive when he is near me. But, I've learned that is a game made for two to play.
I leaned my lips closer to his, he don't move any inch and started my chin to let go, he stroke his callouses finger into my cheek and it was the first time that I literally felt one of those butterflies trying to escape from my mouth. He move his lips almost to touch mine, when i tapped his pocket and grab the lighter, i open a wide smile and showed him what i got — "Yeah, I am pretty! Now stop drooling on me, Edward, you look like a freak" — I said with a sweet smile in my lips as I walked away back to the girls and lit my cigarette.
— "That is low sw...Henderson, even for you" — He said while he walk to seat with us by the pool. He sat by me side, and took my cig from my mouth and took a long drag, turning to look at me — "You know i love you, right?" — Putting his arms around my neck. — "Love you too Eds, you are my best fried." — i respond immediately with a shyly smile. "ouch" I listened to Steve while he was burst in laughing, i think he had too many beers but... ouch? really? it's that bad being my best friend?
— "You had to saw his face, y/n", — Steve said — "it looks like a baby dear who lost himself on the forest." Eddie threw an empty can at Steve trying to make him shut up — "Mind your business Harrington"— while he is laughing too.
— Soooo, who's gonna give me a ride? — I said whilst i check my clock — My mother it's going to kill me, and that's not even the bad part... Eddie look at me and his eyes are wider than they normally are — "FUCKK, I totally forgot to pick up the little shit at the arcade, I mean... you lil' brother baby. So, if you wanna go, we can pick your bother up and I let you guys home, if is okay for you... "— he said while shrugging his shoulders unpretentiously, I nod while take my stuff from Steve’s deck.
— "Sure Munson, you can use some alone time with Y/n, right?" — Robin said so low that just Eddie heard, and he give the girl a little smirk, bringing his finger to his mouth, as he mimic to her be quiet.
I was saying good bye to Nancy and Steve (who was completely wipe out), the girl was rolling her eyes, she and Robin was have to stay and take care of drunk Steve. — "Be safe, ok? And… If you see Mike, can you drop him at our house? I do not know when this dork is gonna wake...
—" Yeah, of course, I know Eddie it is not mind, don't worry, and be safe ok? Love you guys" — I gave Robin a big hug and turned myself to Eddie, who held out his hand, I held Eddie's hand and he fit his fingers into my fingers. — "Shall we, princess?" — I nod and we start to walk to his old van.
Eddie jogged to the van's door, open it to you (as he ALWAYS did), he held my hand until the last very minute, pull to his mouth and gave it a little kiss. He went to driver’s side, and started the van. I could feel him look at me by the corner of his eyes, we are listening to Dio (rainbow in the dark), and Eddie was drumming his finger on the steering wheel with the biggest dork smile that I have seen.
The night was colder now than when we leave Steve’s house, but it was so beautiful anyway. We barely need the light of the road, the full moon enlighten almost all the way. The silver light that came from the window, contoured the face of my best friend, I suddenly felt one of the butterflies giving a sign of life in my stomach. He was without a doubt one of the most handsome dudes you've ever seen. His eyes were beautiful, that messy hair, that easy smile and his light laugh. — "FUCK" — you sighed.
Eddie noticed that I was looking at every part of his face, and he couldn't help but smile, turning his face just a little to me, "Was that for, sweetheart?" he said unpretentiously as I slid my body across the van seat to sit closer to him. Automatically the boy rested his hand on my thigh, the feel of Eddie's warm fingertips on my cold skin made me shiver, I let a small laugh escape my nose.
—"What was that Steve was talking about?" don't you like to be... to be my best friend?" I fiddled with the boy's rings and looked in every direction except his, because I knew he was staring at me. Eddie kept looking back and forth between the road and my eyes, which made me extremely uncomfortable — "Eyes on the road, Munson, I want to make it home alive.” . The boy took his hand off my leg and placed it on the steering wheel again, the little way it took was silent, and I kind of missed the warmth of his hand on my leg.
Arriving at the arcade, he parked away from the front door and turned his body towards me. — "What in the HELL are you taking about?, I've been your best friend since... since we were kids, I love you, you know that. I love being whatever you choose me to be, as long as I'm still close to you, that's fine by me."— He smiled and stroked my cheek with his index finger. — "But you really did look like a baby dear lost in the woods," — I said while chuckling.
— “Yeah, I know"— He rolled his eyes — "but don't let Steve get inside your head, okay? In addition, please, I beg you, don't ask me that kind of pointless thing EVER AGAIN. You just broke a little piece of my heart right now, you know?" He said placing his hands over his heart.
— "Anyway, I'm going to go get Dustin—"and Mike, I added". — “And Mike,”— he repeated after me, —"and after we have dropped them off at home, we can finish this conversation if you want, baby. I am all yours tonight." I could see the tip of his tongue skimming his bottom lip as he finished the last sentence.
I climb out of the van to smoke another cigarette, lean against the body of the van as I lie on it a little so I can better see the moon, but suddenly my gaze is drawn to the arcade window. Eddie was talking to a girl who was much more his style than I was, the chains, and the leather mini skirt and… apparently, she was a lot older than I was too. She was holding the boy with both hands by the hem of his leather jacket, pulling him where my gaze could no longer reach.
I felt a pang in my stomach. "Here lies a butterfly," I said softly, feeling like I was going to throw up at any moment. I took a long drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out on the sole of my sneakers, tossing the butt under Eddie's van.
I walked into the arcade looking for any familiar faces, god, even Jason Carver would be better than being alone right now. My intuition told me to turn my back or close my eyes but reaching a dark corner I saw Eddie and the woman kissing, no, they were almost swallowing each other. I turned my back and walked slowly outside, the lights and noise from the arcade making my head hurt.
It's ok, he's single he can go out kissing any ugly girl that comes around, I don't care, but... it was the first time he left me alone, in a parking lot, AT NIGHT. What the fuck? I opened the van door so angrily I swore I was going to rip the handle off, grabbed my backpack and was heading towards my house.
I paused for a moment to adjust my Walkman's headphones and put the cassette tape on rewind while I picked up another of my menthol cigarettes. As I passed through the parking lot, I felt someone's gaze following me; I rolled my eyes and continued my walk since it was going to be a long one.
— "Well, well, well... Is this William Hargrove? Jesus, I haven't seen you in ages. You're all grown up now, with muscles and a Camaro... Well done Hargrove" — I gave him a smirk, which made the boy come closer. I lick my lips as I look at his, the boy obviously noticed my sudden interest.
He opened his arms and I fit my body between them, and the boy gave me a long hug. — "I miss you Henderson, look at you, I never thought you'd look prettier than you already were."
— "Shut up Hargrove, you really do not get tired, do you?" - I replied still trapped in his hug, which now rested his head on top of mine, he whispered - "I think your boyfriend didn't like seeing you with me."
— "He is not my boyfriend… And anyway, he must be pretty busy right now.” I let out an awkward laugh.
— “Yeah, I know, I saw… I'm sorry… are you okay?” — I shrugged, letting me out from the hug — “Since that goof is so busy, do you want a ride home? I can take you. Max can go home with Eddie, we live in the same trailer park anyway”. — You nod, taking of our headphones.
Eddie was looking at everything through the glass window, he knew he had no right to say anything, but Hargrove? Seriously, this guy is trouble… IS A LOT OF TROU-BLE. He picked up Dustin and Mike and quickened his steps to the parking lot, giving Max a shout out to join them. Upon arriving there, everyone stopped in front of the Camaro, facing the two who were talking.
Dustin never liked Billy so he went straight to the van, followed by Mike. Max was opening the car door but Billy closed it again.
— “Hey… Munson, right? Can you take Max home today?” he said without breaking our gazes. “I need to take a pretty girl home, if you know what I mean.” — breaking our gazes at the end of the sentence to stare at Eddie
— “Nope, no fucking way Dude, nothing against you red, but I have an important conversation with Y/N, and we've arranged to” —I interrupted him mid-sentence.
— “Max, get in the van, take my Walkman to Dustin and let him know that I don't know what time I arrive, ok? Can you do me this big favor?" The girl just nodded and went to meet her friends.
Eddie kept looking at me without understanding anything.
— “You lost the right to take me home when you left me alone in the middle of the parking lot to do… I don't even know what you were doing there.”— I huffed and turned to Billy.— "Can we go now?" Billy opened the door for me and as I got in the car, I saw Eddie's sad look.
— "I'll see you tomorrow, Edward." Closing the door, Billy waved at Eddie sternly and started the car. I watched Munson standing alone in the parking lot in the rearview mirror, just as he had left me. I was going to feel better about the attitude, but god, I felt awful. I felt like Eddie's butterfly had died too, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to cry.
The blonde next to me squeezed my shoulder lightly — "you know, he doesn't deserve you, you're amazing." He said — "And he's just an asshole, changing you…" — Billy's gaze seemed to devour you — "For anyone else, in fact, is bullshit. I know, I did it once. I learned my lesson."
The boy's hand caresses my face lightly, while putting some strands of my hair behind my ear. He turned my face gently bringing his pink lips to mine, I was so confused that I sealed my lips on his, they were soft, I had forgotten what Billy's touch did to me. And before my eyes had closed completely, the boy had already pulled me into his lap, where the kiss became hotter. His tongue explored my mouth as I let low moans escape the boy's mouth as he brought his hands to my neck. —“Jesus Y/N, you taste even better now,”— he said, going back to kissing me even harder.
His hands roamed my body, while I lowered my lips to his neck, distributing small kisses along his entire length, I returned my lips to his jaw, taking a forceless bite that made Billy shiver. In a lapse of sanity, you sat back down on the cabin bench and laughed.
—“What are we doing Billy? - I said - "I'm not your girlfriend anymore, forgot?"
— "Right, you're right".- The boy went back to driving with a malicious smile on his lips — "But you kissed me back, you know right?."
— “Shut up Billy,” — I said as I felt all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks.
The trip to my house was normal, we didn't talk about our old relationship or the kiss that happened, in fact, although the blonde's company was all I wanted at that moment. Seeing Eddie's van parked in front of my house, my heart pounded in my chest, I'm sure Billy can hear it.
Hearing the noise of the car, Max opened the door to the house, I got confused and turned my gaze to Billy, who had a serious look on his face. — “Is everything okay?” — I asked as I grabbed my things from the backseat of the car, I sat down again and looked at the boy who didn't move, I gave him a light kiss on the cheek. He held me and gave me a long kiss on the corner of my mouth. — "Can I come see you tomorrow?" asked the boy.
— “Of course, my mother will love to see you again. Can you call me before you come? - I said as I got out of the car, he smiled and I headed towards home. Seeing Eddie leaning against the doorframe, the blonde yelled at me — “Sleep tight my princess, I'll stop by tomorrow”. I rolled my eyes, knowing the reason for this was to annoy Eddie, who by the look of him wasn't very happy with me AT ALL.
EDDIE'S POV
It's been over 40 minutes and I refuse to go back to my house without seeing Y/N, without talking to her, damn it.
—"Why would your sister go out with Billy? this guy is crazy, you know right?" I said to Dustin, "Sorry Max, but..." The girl interrupted me mid-sentence—"Oh! no, you're absolutely right, he's crazy." She said as I rubbed my hands down my face “FUCKKKKKK” I growled.
We heard car noise, the redhead went to the door and when she opened it, she saw the two of them talking, she waited until y/n got out of the car to give me a positive nod. As the little one walked towards her brother's car, I leaned against the doorframe, watching my best friend's face, she didn't look happy to see me, but she didn't look sad either.
I almost managed a smile when that asshole called she from "my princess", his princess? I felt like I was out of breath as y/n passed without making eye contact or saying anything, heading straight upstairs to her room. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and raised my arms in the air in surrender. — “Can we talk?” — I asked, noting the expression on the girl's face. She wrinkled her nose and signaled with her head that it was to follow her, each step I climbed felt my heart beating faster inside my chest.
Upon entering her room, y/n was already sitting at the window smoking one of her terrible menthol cigarettes. I walked over and sat down on the chair that was nearby. —“How was the ride?”— I asked as I adjusted myself in the chair. As she raised her gaze to mine, I noticed her eyes shining more than usual, when I got closer I noticed that they were shining because of the tears forming.
— “What happened, sweatheart?” — I got up and walked towards her, ready to hug her, but she reached out and kept me away. — “Okay, this is new. what's going on?."
— “I saw you at the arcade,”— she whispered, —“with the ugly girl. You guys gulping down in the dark corner, but before you say anything Eddie”— she sighed so sadly I felt my heart crack a little— tears started to run down hers cheeks and I panicked.
I wrapped her in my arms and without hesitation, she buried her face in my chest. I could feel her sobbing and when I let out a sigh she pushed me away again — "Let me go Munson, I don't want you near me, you left me alone, alone... and for what? How can you forget me there alone? you can kiss whoever you want Edward Munson, I have nothing to do with it, but you are a traitor. You..you"—” “I'm sorry, sweatheart.”— I interrupted her mid-sentence. — "I'm really, really sorry. But you know. You left me alone, you got in that asshole's car, and I was waiting there… stopped and you drove away.” Now I was the one who had raised my voice.
She looked up at me and stood up, staying just a few steps away from me — "What did you want me to do Eddie, spend the night with you? after you've done who knows what with that Woman? I think I'm missing the point here.”
She was right, shit!!, she was right.
— “Y/n listen to me, please! I'm begging you,”— I said,— “it wasn't at all what…” —I sighed and sat on her bed, letting my body fall backwards —“It wasn't at all what I had planned for us today,”— letting a faint laugh escape. – “Listen, if you want me to leave now, I will. Whatever makes you feel better, baby.
She didn't answer me, she kept her face to the window the entire time. I got up slowly from the bed, I walked to the door and when I touched the handle I felt her little hand holding the hem of my shirt – Thanks God – I thought to myself.
— “I don't want you to go” – she told me with her voice still choked – “can you spend the night? I'm not feeling well to be alone today.”
— “Whatever it takes to make you feel better,” I said as I hugged her.
Y/N'S POV
I was stuck in that hug longer than I wanted to, I was still mad at Eddie but let's face it, better with him than without. I got rid of the hug and with a weak laugh
— "I need a shower, I'm feeling gross" I said as I headed towards my bathroom — "You're already home, so... make yourself home."
— “You are my home,” he said with a sad smile.
— Oh Eddie! Shut the fuck up.” I laughed out loud and covered my mouth to muffle the sound so I wouldn't wake anyone up. — “Stay quiet and don't make too much noise, okay? 10 minutes and I'll be back, I promise."
I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes, turned on the shower and when I felt the hot water on my shoulders it felt like half the weight on my back was gone, I closed the white plastic curtain and took a deep breath. My peace of mind is short-lived when Eddie enters the bathroom and sits on the toilet — You took too long, I missed you."— I heard him laugh and then I turned around.
— “I could use some privacy now, you know?
Eddie seemed to ignore me. — "So you're the jealous type?"— I could hear the malice in his voice. — "When Steve told me you had like... a crush on me I couldn't believe it, but man..."
— "I don't have a crush on you, Steve was drunk," I said while I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down lightly.
— "The curtain is kind of transparent, you know?" Eddie said pulling back the curtain and stepping into the shower, clothes and all.
— "Eddie, get out of here, are you crazy?" He put his hand over my mouth and stared straight into my eyes, it felt like no other part of my body mattered.
— "Listen to me," he said, “I know I'm not quite the guy you expected or deserved, let's face it, you deserve a lot more, a lot more than Billy or I, whatever, but the fact is, I'm completely in love with you and what happened at the arcade today was my fault, I couldn't stand to look at you anymore, feel your skin, your smell and not be able to… you know"
I took his hand from my mouth and pressed my lips to his, the kiss started slow, he slowly explored my mouth with his tongue, taking his hands to the back of my neck. I felt my legs sway under his touch, causing him to grab me around the waist with his free hand. I tried to lift his shirt, but because it was wet I couldn't. He leaned his forehead against mine and smiled broadly. —"You're crazy Eddie," — I said.
while he picked me up and walked me to my bed. I cringed a little, out of embarrassment and out of cold.
Eddie started to remove his wet clothes and then made his way over my body, leaning into his arms.
“Hi,” I said, as I pulled him in for a kiss again.
The kiss was more violent, he lay down on my side and pulled me on top of him, his hands exploring every part of my body — "Fuck y/n, I've imagined this so many times" — his lips now traced my neck, down to mine colar bone —"you're so hot"—his hand now cups my breasts, moving his lips down close to my nipple. I felt my whole body tingle and I let out a slight moan — "You need to tell me what you want baby" — "You, I want you." — I said between sighs.
Eddie put my little friend in his mouth, sucking without putting too much pressure on him as he took my other nipple between his fingers. I moaned with the wet sensation of his mouth, while his hand, minutes before on my nipple, was going down my body, tracing my curves, until it reached my thighs, he lightly scratched the inside of them and up his fingers to my sweet spot
— “Damn baby, you're dripping, is this all for me?”
— "Eddie, stop teasing, I need you.
" — “What do you need me to do, my love? use your words" he whispered in my ear.
— "I want to feel your fingers inside me, I need you inside me."
—"Fuck"— he moaned as he traced his fingers through my pussy, his mouth was stroking my neck, he ran his fingers over my entrance. I felt light pressure as he introduced a finger inside me. He and I let out a moan.
—"Shh, it's okay, just relax, okay baby girl?" — he gave me a kiss on my temple while increasing the movement in and out with his finger — "more, please" — you cried.
— "As you wish my princess" — Eddie added another finger, causing it to tighten around them. — “God, baby, you're so tight, are you sure you're okay?”
—"Fingers Eddie, fuck me, please."
As he fucked me deliciously, his thumb came up against my clit, which had me moaning loudly and letting my head drop to the pillow.
— “Oh Eddie, I can't, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to…”
— "Let go baby, I want to feel you cum on my fingers”.
As soon as he finished speaking, my back was arched
— “FUCKK!!”
I didn't know that was going to moan so loud, Eddie covered my mouth for the fourth time that night, I let a long breath out of my chest and looked at the boy next to me, who was taking his fingers just inside me to his mouth
— “you are The best thing I've ever tasted ,Henderson! God, I love you.!”
— “I can get used to this Munson, be careful. — I gave him a small kiss on the lips and smiled.
— “God, if you exist, please get her used to it. - He laughed sarcastically, as he hugged you around the waist bringing you closer, laying down with a spoon. —"You still haven't said you love me."
— "Are you the needy type, Munson?"
— Touché.
Author's Note - Hi guys, this is my first fanfic, like everyone else I'm also obsessed with Eddie Munson! Sorry if it was a little longer than I thought, English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes.
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HAHAHAHA! HELLO! HI!
Welcome to my blog! I'm Pizzahead, and we're gonna have fun here, haha!
This site is gonna be one of my first interactions with the world outside of my tower, but haha, i'll manage!
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And then I met you
[two]
Pairing: Jeonghan x fem reader × Seungcheol
Synopsis: Falling in love with bestfriend’s ex wasn’t something that Jeonghan planned.
Genre: angst
Word count: 1.7K
Warnings: mention of pregnancy, mention of cheating, doubtful coups
Author’s Note: angry coups :( well, let’s see what happens next, who expected that coups will get this pissed :( do let me know if you liked this or not, happy reading :) where are my angst enjoyer? 😭 or is it just me? And I didn't proof read yettttttt maybe I’ll do it soon
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Aisha walked into the convenient store near her apartment, still thinking about Seungcheol. She decided to tell her parents today about Seungcheol and they decided they would do a formal meeting for the families soon so that they can get married soon. Aisha being always the most excited one about weddings, she had half things decided with Seungcheol.
She was mindlessly walking and searching for the things she needed to take home, since Seungcheol is coming over. Aisha saw, Jeonghan and was about to call his name but she bumped into someone and she felt cold liquid spilling all over her white tee, “Shit”
“I’m so sorry” Aisha panicked looking at her tee, “Aisha, are you okay?” she looked at Jeonghan, “Jeong-Jeonghan”
“I’m so sorry” the girl apologized again and again to Aisha, but her coffee was already spilled over Aisha’s tee, “please be careful next time” Aisha managed to say but the panic on her face was visible clearly, how was she supposed to go because the coffee made everything transparent, she saw Jeonghan taking out his shirt, thankfully he was wearing a white undershirt.
“Take this” he gave his shirt to Aisha, and urged her to go change.
Aisha came after changing, she was holding her stained tee in her hand, “Are you okay?” Aisha nodded, “are you sure? You didn’t get hurt right?” she nodded at Jeonghan with a smile. “Thankyou so much Jeonghan” she smiled at him again, “Don’t worry about it” Jeonghan’s eyes noticed her neck and… how did you get burn marks… Aisha?” She was quick to look at him, eyes widening. She was embarrassed, how will she tell him, she was trying to style her hair after drying it and it was Seungcheol’s call which distracted her for a second and this happened. She looked down and said “curling iron… Jeonghan”
“You gotta be careful, Aisha. Don’t be this clumsy.” he smiled at her and she did the same after looking back at him.
Only Seungcheol and Jeonghan knew about her pregnancy, Aisha broke this news to him after she got proposed by Seungcheol; Jeonghan was very happy for them. Aisha became a very good friend of Jeonghan because of Seungcheol; Jeonghan was Seungcheol’s bestfriend.
Jeonghan came to take few essentials and he was happy to meet Aisha, being in the same locality it was quite normal for them to bump into eachother. “I’ll go first, I need to go back home fast” she smiled at Jeonghan, Jeonghan got the hint in her smile that Seungcheol might be coming over.
“Bye” Aisha waved at him holding her bag. The moment she walked out of the convenient store, she thought she was hallucinating because she saw Seungcheol leaning on his car.
He looked at the shirt, and it was something he didn’t expect to see, and that gave him the reply why Aisha was smelling like Jeonghan’s perfume. Aisha was smelling like Jeonghan all over, and the shirt was enough to tell that’s it’s Jeonghan’s smell.
She saw him walking towards her, he was smiling and she was confused. He came closer to her and hugged her tight, “Cheol” she felt raindrops on her, “See, it started, that’s why I told you wait for me at home.”
“But I wanted to come.” The moment he let go of Aisha, his face changed.
“why are you wearing this shirt?” Aisha was taken aback because of his sudden voice change, “Cheol, it’s raining we can talk about this inside” it was starting to rain, it was better to talk inside his car or home rather than getting wet, that’s what Aisha thought.
“I asked why are you wearing this shirt.” He suddenly grabs her wrist, making his grip stronger.
“This is Jeonghan’s shirt.” Seungcheol spoke even before she could speak, “I gifted this personally embroider shirt to him.”
“Aisha”
“Cheol let me go.”
“And what is the truth Aisha? You’re smelling like him, it’s his perfume all over you and you are wearing HIS SHIRT!” she flinched at his raised voice, she never encountered this Seungcheol, getting jealous was pretty normal between them but this was something she never expected. “You never wear… more over it’s Jeonghan’s shirt, how can you wear his shirt? And how did he even give this shirt to you?”
“Now, tell him why are you wearing his shirt?”
“Cheol, listen to me, it’s nothing like whatever you are doubting, calm down please first.” Each word she was saying, with heavy breaths, raindrops were pouring harder.
His voice was enough to make anyone cry, Aisha was tearing up, she wanted to keep herself calm, doesn’t matter how bad it was raining right now. “Cheol, you’re hurting me” she almost whispered back, in a thought he would let go of her wrist. But Seungcheol was getting angry each second he was looking at Aisha, all the thoughts which he left behind about Jeonghan and Aisha were coming to his mind. Both of them living in the same locality, sometimes hanging out alone and right now wearing his shirt and not picking up his calls at night was something he just can’t look away. He felt all the dots were joining. He was hurt and angry, he was hurting because everything he doubted for almost one year, was coming true.
Jeonghan met Aisha when Seungcheol officially asked her out, and they have been good friends ever since then, but later he finds out, both of them live in same locality and these two became very close friends. Aisha looked comfortable around Jeonghan everytime.
Seungcheol looks at her once again, trying to calm himself down but the moment he noticed her neck, he lost all his temper he was holding, he held her shirt’s collar. “Aisha take it off right now”
“Seungcheol stop this” it didn’t seem to matter both of them that they were drenching in rain right now. “Aisha take this shirt off right now!” his action made Aisha flinch again and this time, she slapped him subconsciously while trying to stop him.
Panic took over her body, “Cheol.. I’m sorry, I’m I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean”
“Aisha you-” Jeonghan’s voice went unheard by Aisha because she saw Seungcheol raising his hand on her and Jeonghan was quick to hold his hand. Jeonghan pushes Seungcheol slightly.
“Tell me this is a lie? Aisha?” Aisha let out a whimper, and Jeonghan noticed Seungcheol’s grip on her wrist. He removed Seungcheol’s hand from her wrist, “Seungcheol, you’re hurting her”
“Seungcheol! Stop this, she’s pregnant.” Jeonghan couldn’t believe whatever he was witnessing infront of him.
“is that was you were insisting that I should be waiting for you at your home because you were with Jeonghan right now.” Aisha shook her head, crying.
“And you care about her more than me now?” Seungcheol’s anger was visible on his face, he was hurt because it felt betrayed. “Seungcheol”
“Care to explain why is she wearing your shirt? The shirt I gifted you?” he looked directly into his eyes, Aisha couldn’t say a thing because of shock, “I gave- he couldn’t even complete his sentence and he turned to look at Aisha, who was already crying.
“did you sleep with him?” she was shocked because, she never thought he would actually say that to her and questioned her loyalty, “you’ve lost your mind Seungcheol” Aisha argued back, because nothing like this happened. How could even Seungcheol not listen to her even once, and accuse her of cheating. How could he even say this without even thinking twice.
“did you sleep with my bestfriend behind my back?” she was about to argue back again and this time it was Jeonghan’s voice.
“Shut up Seungcheol! And you claim you love her? Without even listening to her even once?” Aisha was feeling guilty because Jeonghan was caught up with everything. “How do you explain this?” Seungcheol pointed at her neck, clearly getting the wrong idea. Both Aisha and Jeonghan couldn’t believe Seungcheol’s words right now, it was hard to believe because the Seungcheol they knew was deeply in love with Aisha.
“Choi Seungcheol!!”
“YOON JEONGHAN!” Jeonghan witnessed Seungcheol’s anger earlier but for countable number of times, but he never saw him this angry and specially on Aisha.
“Enough Seungcheol, enough. How could you even say this to me.” Aisha took a deep breath before speaking, she couldn’t stand the way he was accusing her for cheating behind his back. She wanted to clear everything right now.
“I should’ve known you Aisha. I should’ve known yesterday, the moment you said you were pregnant but never said I was the father of this child. You didn’t even pick up my calls yesterday night.” Seungcheol shouted at her, “Seungcheol? Are you serious right now? You’re the father of this child Choi Seungcheol.” He looked at him, “How can you even question me about this?” Aisha wanted to scream at him, she didn’t care about the surroundings anymore, she didn’t care if Jeonghan witnessed everything, and Seungcheol was making it dirty, how could he even say this to her right now. “And I told you this morning, my phone died and I slept yesterday because I was tried.”
He held her hand, forcefully, “Seungcheol what are you doing?” Aisha was getting nervous, “Seungcheol” Jeonghan called out his name trying to stop him, but nothing worked against Seungcheol.
“Don’t you dare to call out my name Jeonghan” Seungcheol, forcefully took out the ring which he slid into her finger yesterday. “Seungcheol, Seungcheol what are you doing?” Aisha was in horror, looking at him.
“You always wanted Jeonghan” she couldn’t believe her ears, what was he saying. “Seungcheol” Aisha held his arms almost begging him to stop, he turned his back to her. “Seungcheol please stop, please. Listen to me once, love please”
“I didn’t. I never did anything with Jeonghan. Jeonghan gave me his shirt and it’s not what you think. Seungcheol please listen to me” she was crying, she was cursing her whole life right now.
Seungcheol was already walking back towards his car and pushed Aisha back. “Seungcheol” Jeonghan was quick to hold Aisha from falling, Aisha broke down there.
“Seungcheol you questioned our friendship first then you questioned Aisha’s loyalty, you don’t deserved her” these were the last words Seungcheol heard before he went inside the car.
His anger was turning into grief each second.
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If you’re still taking prompts for the writing one, 2 or 23 mayhaps? 💖 No worries if not. 😘
I am, in fact, still taking prompts! And I'm going to answer both of yours! Here's number 2, and I'm going to start work on 23 now. I'll tag you when I post it!
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
The concept is so ludicrous, so ridiculous, so beyond the realm of comprehension that Eddie has never considered it in the three months he’s been privileged enough to call Chrissy Cunningham his girlfriend, his sweetheart, his one-and-only. Like, he’d prostrate himself at her feet daily if she’d let him, and maybe he’d tried once or twice before she’d “oh my gosh-ed” at him in a way that had him swooning and grabbing at her knees and kissing her ankles and yeah, alright, he worships the ground she walks on. Fuck him, right?
So, the idea that Chrissy could be jealous? Does not compute. Beep-bloop, broken robot, bye-bye.
Yet, there Chrissy sits, arms folded and a frown on her face, in the front seat of his van where he’s giving her a ride home after Corroded Coffin’s standing weekly gig at the Hideout. Chrissy can’t always come—her mom and dad aren’t exactly down with Eddie, so her attendance is contingent on whether she can sneak out—but she was there tonight, looking perfectly delectable in one of his old Dio shirts that she’d cut up and turned into, like… some girl shit where her boobs are pushed up and fantastic and it nips in at the waist, and yeah, he’s gonna eat her out. He’s gonna eat her out so hard, what with the flippy black skirt that’ll be so easy to get underneath.
Only that’s not looking so likely, judging by the way her bottom lip is shaking.
She also hasn’t answered the question.
Eddie pulls the van into the curb, ignoring the indignant crash of a loose cymbal.
“Chrissy,” he says, reaching for her hand, only she turns away. “Hey. Baby…”
“You were flirting with her!”
“With Alice?” Eddie is stumped. Shboggled. Stupefied. Alice is like… the bartender. That’s it. She’s not even a girl, really. Or, well, she is a girl. He’s made out with her twice, and she gave him a handjob once. But she’s older—in college in Indianapolis—and she only picks up shifts at the Hideout when she’s home on break because her uncle owns the bar. And, like, yeah, she has a great ass and a cool haircut, and she’s fun to talk to, but he wasn’t flirting. He was just, like, kidding around. Teasing her a little. Coercing her into a free drink and a smoke and…
Huh. Yeah. Now that he thinks about it, he can see where Chrissy’s coming from.
“Allie’s just like, my buddy, though?” He offers by way of explanation.
“Eddie, come on,” she says, and her chin is still wobbling.
“I’m serious, though! You don’t have anything to worry about.”
She rounds on him with a glare, and he’s suddenly quite sure that he’s stepped in a pile of dogshit. “Oh my gosh, I’m not worried, Eddie! I’m embarrassed!”
“Th—why?”
“Because it’s humiliating to have to sit there while my boyfriend flirts with another girl in front of his friends, is why!”
Oh. Huh. Eddie never thought about it like that, but then, he never had a girlfriend before Chrissy. But, if the tables were turned and she was being real cute with some random dude while he had to sit there and watch, he probably wouldn’t be thrilled with the situation, either.
“Fuck,” he says. “Chrissy…”
“Don’t do that crap, okay?” She blinks, and there are tears in her eyes. Eddie officially wants to kick his own ass up one side of the street and down the other. “It really hurts my feelings.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, and he means it. “That was a dick move.”
Chrissy softens slightly, and this time when he reaches for her hand, she lets him take it. “I don’t care if you… if you have friends, or whatever. But don’t flirt, okay? Don’t do that.”
Eddie nods, and if the gearshift wasn’t between them, he’d have flung himself across the seats and onto her lap by now. “Got it. Yeah. Totally. Just… new to this, you know?”
“Uh-huh.” She shrugs, then offers him the tiniest hint of a smile. “You want to make it up to me?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“What you’re wearing under that skirt.”
Other prompts from this meme!
#bsc diaries#darcylightninglewis#eddie you dingus#we love you#hellcheer#fanfic#flash fiction#he definitely made it up to her#by letting her sit on his face#prompt meme
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A Derek Hale x Vampire!Male Reader? Where the reader has a crush on Derek and is always flirting and trying to get closer to him but is always turned down because Derek doesn't trust him. He even tries to at least be his friend, but he doesn't even want that. Until one day he just gives up and leaves him alone, but now Derek is bothered by the reader's lack of attention and interest in him.
He Loves Me, He loves me not
Pairing : Derek hale x M reader
Tags: Pinning , Hurt/comfort, Temporary unrequited love
Word count : 501
Author's note: So Sorry for the long wait, Thanks for the request
You know that old saying if at first you don't succeed try, try again well it doesn't apply to grumpy old werewolves that’s for sure. No matter how many times Y/N tried, Derek seemed to hate him no matter what he did. At first, he thought it was just that Derek didn’t trust him because he was a vampire, but it turns out he doesn’t have a problem with vampires he just had a problem with Y/N.
Which is unfair because All Y/N had done was try to be at least his friend, he turned down the flirting to practically zero, he no longer turned up places without an invitation first but even that didn't stop the snippy comments and glares.
Y/N has had enough he can only take so much before he takes the hint that he’s not welcome. So, he stops trying to talk to Derek completely unless he absolutely needs to for pack business. He doesn’t look at him at pack meetings anymore, he barely acknowledges him anymore unless prompted.
He was moving on Which would be a good thing if he didn’t feel Derek watching him all the time like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.
It all finally comes to a head at the end of the weekly pack meeting. Y/N is just about to leave when Derek corners him.
“ can I help you?” If there's one thing Y/N hate its feeling trapped and with how Derek has him blocked in Hes feeling it making him on edge.
“Look Y/N , this isn’t easy for me, I- I care about you okay”
Y/N couldn’t believe it, after months of chasing Derek and getting nowhere , Now here he was confessing to caring about him. He couldn’t believe it, he started laughing
“ and – why are you laughing,?”
“Derek I've been trying to get close to you for months and you brushed me off every single time and now you’re telling me you care about me talk about mixed messages” Y/N snarked leaning against the hallway wall
Derek sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck “ I know I'm sorry, I just-I don’t have much luck with romantic interests they all end up being murderous hunters that try to murder everyone I love, or They leave.”
“Derek I get it, but I can't keep playing this hot and cold game with you anymore.”
“ i know, I don’t want that either”
“ okay so, what do you want?” The vampire asked
“ I wanna try with you, if you want that too”
The born wolf seemed nervous; he kept his eyes to the floor as he waited for the vampire's reply
“ okay we can try”
“ really?”
“ Yes Derek, we can try”
Y/N hears as stiles begins waking back up to the house. “I should go but I'll see you tomorrow”
Y/N lent up slightly pressing a quick kiss to the werewolf's rough cheek before pulling away and leaving.
“see ya”
“bye”
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