#munsonify

[munsonify]

Yoooo based on the last request with mentor Joaquin Torres where instead, he's the one feeling more and more romantically involved with the reader which starts out being overprotective

omggg yesss that’s so cute!! i’m not sure if this is exactly what you were asking for, but here ya go :)) other request in question - confused and frustrated

worried - joaquin torres x fem!reader

summary. when joaquin finds himself head over heels for you, he starts to become more overprotective and attentive to you the longer his feelings simmer

content warnings. fluff w a lil angst, roommates+mentor/mentee relationship, age gap (r is 23, fresh outta college), r who can visibly bruise (doesn’t describe color, just that it’s visible), bruised ribs (mild), combat training, missions, big brother sam appearance (we love him), overprotective!joaquin, food, slight miscommunication/misunderstanding, (eventual) mutual pining, r being referred to as beautiful, kissing. not prooorread

word count. 7040

———

joaquin stumbled upon his feelings for you one day seemingly out of the blue.

it was late one night, a long day far behind the two of you. things were beginning to pick up in your lives. sam had finally agreed to let you tag along on a mission, something you’d been waiting for for ages. admittedly, you were new to the whole superhero thing. you were still learning and training to become the best fighter you could be. with the help of a few people, most notably joaquin, your journey towards success was finally accelerating.

and joaquin was happy for you. during the several months he’s known you, he’s witnessed the growth you’ve made. you’ve gotten better with hand to hand combat, and you’re much quicker on your feet than before. you’ve always been intelligent, it was one of the first things he picked up about you. even still, he’s noticed a change there, too. it was hard not to admire how far you’ve come in such a short amount of time. joaquin was always one to help advocate for you - even though you were more than capable of doing so on your own -, which is how you’d even gotten this opportunity to begin with.

when the two of you finally found your way back to your shared apartment, small and cozy and a place you’d grown to love, the first thing you guys did was get cleaned up. sweat and grime clung to your skin that you were desperate to wash off. the adrenaline of the mission seemed to rinse away with your soap, the sting of your ribs making itself known. they weren’t broken, possibly bruised, though you weren’t worried too much. you finished up in the bathroom perfectly fine with the pain in your body.

even with your stoic look and your nonchalant attitude, joaquin noticed it rather quickly. after his own shower, he saw the way you rested against the couch a little uncomfortably, adjusting your body carefully, sure not to put too much pressure on the wrong places. smoothing back his damp hair, he began his slow walk towards you, concern etched in his expression, eyebrows knitted together matched with a small frown.

“that was a hard hit,” joaquin spoke softly, broad shoulders slouching a little. he was trying to shrink himself down, to come across a little less intimidating or cornering. the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel ashamed or less-than for getting injured. he knew how it felt, and wouldn’t wish that upon you in the slightest.

you shrugged at him, eyes flickering up to his face. his eyes were soft as they trail your body, trying to scope out the extent of your pain without being too pushy. it was sweet, even if you could see right through him. you may still be getting to know each other fully, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t picked up on a few things about each other, a lot of which were unspoken. when joaquin was concerned, it was obvious. his voice quiet’s down, his face gives a lot of it away even when he tries to push it aside. it’s most present in his eyes. they’re always quite expressive, even when the rest of him isn’t.

“yeah, but it’s okay,” you assured, giving him a smile you knew wasn’t the most convincing. it was partly true. sure, it was beginning to hurt a lot more now, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t okay. “i knew what i was getting into.”

a big fear of yours was present behind your words. you didn’t want anyone to think you were unable to fight and protect, incapable of holding a stance against tough situations. you knew you were strong. you knew what you’re capable of, and you were desperate to prove that. even if you had to beg and plead your case in front of the whole world just to get your point across, you would.

“it’s a tough job,” joaquin told you, moving himself to the empty space on the couch. he began to speak on your fears without even knowing of them. you realized quickly he spoke from experience.

“things like this are gonna happen. it’s happened to me a lot more than i’d like to admit. don’t let this get to you, though. i wouldn’t insist on having you out in the field if i wasn’t sure you were ready. if i didn’t think you could do it.”

his words eased your fears enough for the time being. you grasped ahold of them and held them tight to you. it meant a lot to hear joaquin say that. you looked up to him greatly, admiring how hardworking and determined he is. you nodded at his words, eyes still on him as you cling to every last thing he had to say. what you didn’t know about this conversation was the things that were swirling through his mind.

that concern joaquin had inside of his body, etching into his chest and sealing in place, was new to him. he’d grown to like and care for you a lot since you’d moved in, even more so now that he was mentoring you. there was a sort of pride inside of him knowing he was being useful in this way, guiding you through the odd life of a superhero. but this concern, the unwavering desire to make sure you’re alright and to look after you, left him a little dumbfounded. he wasn’t left with that confusion for long that night, the realization came sooner than he’d thought.

your hands found their way to the hem of your shirt, careful as they inched the fabric up your stomach. you soon revealed the expanse of one of your sides, a fresh bruise blooming against your skin. even if it seemed like nothing, you were offering up something joaquin thought was personal. it wasn’t the bare skin you were showing or how close it was to your chest that he thought was personal, that didn’t even cross his mind. it was rather the vulnerability you handed over to him. you trusted him enough to show him this, inviting him in to share this moment with you, to see into the pain you continued to insist wasn’t to worry over.

“not too bad,” you told him, still noticing the slight concern joaquin was bearing on his shoulders. even if he reassured you, making you feel less alone in this moment of pain, you still felt you needed to give back that reassurance back. you gave him another smile as you tugged down your shirt, letting it settle where it was previously.

that’s when it hit him, a pang in his heart reverberating in his chest, his mind coming to a conclusion about what was going on inside of him. joaquin was catching feelings for you, feelings that he wasn’t at all anticipating. it made sense when he thought about it, which he absolutely did in later that night. after you’d spoke for a while about the mission and properly thanked him for his small pep talk, you bid each other a good night. you’d even reached over to grasp his hand, giving it a small squeeze, before tiptoeing off to the comfort of your bed.

joaquin laid awake in his for a while, thoughts focusing solely on you and his growing feelings. you’d spent a lot of time together, training and learning and growing alongside one another. you were so kind and attentive to everyone you met, and admittedly, he’s a little envious of the people who were lucky enough to be on the receiving end of your joy. you’re beautiful, too, always have been to him. that’s what he fell asleep to, the thought of you and your admirable qualities.

your next two weeks was spent trying not to over-exert yourself. it was difficult for you to take it easy, to let yourself heal properly and relax, even just a little. you weren’t on a training ban per-say, rather put on a more modified version of what you were used to. it was beyond frustrating that you couldn’t properly train and spar like you just were, especially since joaquin was insistent on keeping things a little light.

“take it easy, take it easy,” joaquin told you one morning, moving a hand from the back of the punching bag to block your line of attacks. you stopped quickly, pulling away your fists, careful not to hit his bare hands. you groaned out at his words, throwing your head back in frustration. you knew exactly why he was telling you this, your arms and torso were twisting and contorting just a little too rapidly.

“accuracy, remember?” he spoke, soft yet direct. one of your hands ran against your forehead, a weak attempt at wiping away both the sweat and your growing headache. you nodded anyways. “it doesn’t matter how hard you’re swinging if it doesn’t land.”

there were three taped out x’s on the punching bag that you were supposed to be aiming at. you were hitting them for the most part, though becoming sporadic from time to time. you were trying to prove to yourself and joaquin that you could do it, that you were healing and ready for more. your inaccuracy and your desperation to do prove yourself showed the opposite, and it was clear to the both of you you still needed some time.

before you could square back up with the bag, you watched as joaquin steadied it on its chains, hands releasing its hold. the look on his face had you folding in on yourself, becoming a little ashamed for trying so hard. even though you were both adults, and he never gave you a reason to feel this way, you somehow felt like you were in trouble. you braced for a scolding you had never been given by him, something that was definitely not starting now.

“your ribs are never going to feel better if you keep trying to push yourself like this,” joaquin told you, his tone still soft. “i know you want to do more, and you will, i promise. just not now. give it another week and we’ll get you back on track and on another mission.”

even when he’s being this direct, guiding you through training and mentoring you, joaquin’s words never came off as demeaning. he always had a way with validating you, even when you were being incredibly stubborn like today. he has an abundance of patience you appreciated greatly, especially on days like this when you weren’t feeling your best.

joaquin hated seeing you this way. it bothered him watching you get so worked up and frustrated with yourself, even in a time of healing. he understood more than anyone how this felt, the need to please and prove worthiness weighed down on him, too. that was the thing with the two of you. you didn’t need to prove yourself to him. he knew your potential, it was endless and clear to him, even from the start he could see it. he never expected anything from you, either. joaquin had his standards, ones you met without him even having to speak on them. you gave everything that was handed to you you’re all, and that’s all that mattered to him. that same respect he gave you you reciprocated without hesitation.

that care joaquin had for you, that need to protect you bubbled up inside of him while you trained together during your brief healing process. he was careful every day you were with him, thinking of different things to work on that didn’t overwhelm your body too badly. he hardly realized just how careful he was being with you until sam brought it up one day, joining the two of you in training. the bruise on your ribs was gone, and you could move properly without a single ounce of pain shooting through your body. he was so caught up in making sure you healed that he didn’t even realize you had already.

joaquin watched the way you sighed in relief when sam brought up defense training. out of respect, you hadn’t said anything to him about being healed up. he’d been so insistent on you healing that you weren’t sure how to bring it up without his light protests and concerns. you weren’t angry with him or upset in the slightest, only a little pent up with how little you felt you were doing. he shook it off quickly when he noticed how excited you were to work on proper defense.

even if sam and joaquin insisted that there wasn’t much you could’ve done to prevent your accident, you all three decided it was good for you to practice your defense. you wanted to be as prepared as you possible when you step into a mission. sam worked offensively with you, and joaquin stepped off the mat to watch. while he may not be throwing punches or lunging as harshly as he normally would, his skill and his force was still abundantly present, something you appreciated. it was no use training if you weren’t being challenged.

at some point, sam found a weakness in your defense, zoning in on it and taking advantage of his newfound knowledge. you were focusing more on protecting your midsection while you idled, rather than keeping your hands up properly to defend yourself. that’s how he was able to swoop in towards your upper half, quickly moving behind you, arm locking around your neck in a hold. he kept you there as he spoke, his hold firm, though not tight enough to hurt or cause any harm.

“gotta keep your arms up,” sam directed. “you’re too focused on protecting your ribs that you’re completely forgetting how you’re supposed to stand.”

you nodded against his arm right before he released you, whispering a ‘yes sir’ as he walks back towards his side of the mat. he motions his hands upwards and you follow, finding your way back into proper stance. and, as exposed as you felt with your hands farther away from your ribs, this felt more natural. you knew, logically, that sam wouldn’t hit you hard enough to bruise you like that anyways. even if your instincts told you otherwise.

sam began lunging towards you again, throwing jabs your way strategically. when defense training, you were told not to fight back, only to block and deflect and dodge. you were able to do that for the most of his swings, ducking and sliding away in a sort of dance with him. your hands and arms blocked what they could, and what you couldn’t dodge hit your body hard enough to remind you to keep your guard up. blows directed at your face never hit. you were so focused on how your upper bodies were moving that you completely disregarded your legs. that’s how, once again, he’d gotten the upper hand on you. after one false blow to your face, sam’s foot swept under you quickly, your body slamming right down into the mat.

you groaned out on impact, wincing slightly as you lay there and accept your brutal fate. rolling over onto your back, a smile began to creep up onto your face, huffing out a small laugh at yourself. that’s when you were reminded of joaquin’s presence, his voice ringing into your ears as he begins to scold the man you were just training with moments ago.

“jesus christ,” joaquin huffed out, throwing a glare sams way you totally missed. your eyes were squeezed shut for a short moment, chest rising and falling as you catch your breath. “her bruises are finally gone and you go and knock her onto the mat.”

“oh she’s fine,” sam insisted, a hand motioning over towards your body. “she was just laughing!”

still, joaquin made his way towards you, one of your eyes opening up as you peek out to see him. your smile was still on your face as he offers up a hand, something you take in an instant. he eases you up off the mat, tugging on your arm as you grip him and lunge upwards. his face was laced with that same concern he’s had since your accident. it was sweet he cared this much, despite you being perfectly fine. you let him know that, too.

“i’m okay,” you insist, a slight teasing tone in your voice, eyes full of warmth as you look at him. a finger of yours pokes at his stomach through his thin tank top, hitting the firmness of his abs casually. “stop worrying so much.”

except joaquin couldn’t stop. his worrying only increases the more he was around you, something he struggled to ignore. he knew you could handle yourself, and he knew he’d be able to see right through you if you weren’t okay. that didn’t stop the urge he had to protect you, to make sure you were safe and unharmed. which, he was beginning to realize now, that that may be a little difficult considering what the two of you were dealing with. he moved passed his worries for now, focusing on the rest of the days training.

“your footworks getting really good by the way,” joaquin pointed out, sam humming and nodding in agreement. you knew that wasn’t the issue at hand, though it felt nice to hear him praise that progress.

“anticipating the persons next move is everything,” sam added on, something you nodded at. anticipation and properly reacting to the other person was something you were still working on. joaquin always stressed being two steps ahead at all times. it took a lot of brainpower and coordination to be aware of so many things at once. you were getting better with it all, though, and you were quite proud of yourself for that.

after everyone got a proper workout and training in, everyone now gathering their belongings to leave, sam told you something you’d been waiting to hear for nearly three weeks: he had a mission for the three of you to tend to. you perked up at his words, listening intently to his very quick rundown of the situation. he promised to drop off proper details to your apartment in the next day or two, giving you exactly a week to prepare for your second ever mission.

sam kept that promise. two days later, he stopped by with files filled with information about the mission. there was some research that needed to be done, which the two of you were happy to assist in. when he’d bid you and joaquin goodbye, thanking you for the help, joaquin sat everything aside immediately. he placed the files in a neat pile on the coffee table, focusing his attention on finding his shoes. confusion filled you for only a moment before he filled you in on his little plan.

“if we’re gonna sit on our asses all night, we’re at least getting food first,” joaquin told you, scooping his shoes up in his hand. you happily obliged, grabbing your own shoes and slipping them on in an instant. once he grabbed his wallet and keys, the two of you were off.

a short, lighthearted argument ensued between you two in the car. you lightly bickered over what to get, a back and forth you two always seemed to get into. on one hand, joaquin was insistent on pizza, claiming he’d pass away if he didn’t get his hands on some. you, however, demanded a burger from your favorite diner downtown. it took you pulling out your pout, lower lip trembling and your round eyes staring over at him, for the man to give into your pleads. your facade left in an instant when he told you yes, a large smile replacing your frown.

joaquin was glad he agreed. even though he really wanted a slice of pizza, watching you happily skip out of the passenger seat of his car, happiness oozing from you, he could set his own wants aside for just a night. seeing you like this made it worth it. besides, he knew he could beg you into getting pizza some other night to make up for it.

he’d parked you two a street down, so you guys started your small trek towards the diner you were so eagerly waiting for. on the way, you’d passed a flower shop that had the most perfect bouquets displayed at the window. they caught your eye quickly, and though you didn’t stop, you definitely took a look and admired them. your eyes fell on a particularly large bouquet filled with the most vibrant colored flowers you’d seen in a while. joaquin caught you staring in an instant, his eyes traveling to the same bouquet you were taking a look at. he found his way back to you almost immediately, admiring how your eyes shimmered at the sight of the flowers. your soft smile made him smile.

“they’re so pretty,” you commented in a whisper, finally passing the storefront as you continued your way to the diner. you’d just turned the street corner, the diner in eyesight now. joaquin, not taking his eyes off of you, spoke in agreement.

“yeah, so pretty.”

you and joaquin sat inside of the diner for nearly two hours as you filled your stomachs up with delicious food. you’d sat for so long the sun had set, the street lamps flickering on as it got darker out. you guys should’ve left an hour ago, but that didn’t matter. not when you were so engulfed in conversation, stuff that had nothing to do with training or missions or anything of the sort. you simply spoke about your lives and your friends and things you hadn’t gotten a chance to catch up on.

“ya know,” you started, picking at what was left of your fries. “i always wanted to be a teacher. to work with young kids. did i ever tell you that?”

joaquin shook his head, eyebrows knitting together as you continued to speak after he’d given you a no.

“it’s what i went to college for. i have a bachelors in early education and bachelors in child development. i moved in with you right after i graduated, i was hoping to find an opening at a school near here. found out quickly how little positions were available,” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders as you bite the end of a now cold fry.

you weren’t unhappy with how your life turned out. this just wasn’t what you intended on doing, it was actually the complete opposite. instead of working in a classroom, teaching kids and setting them up for success, you were working with the falcon and the captain america. who would’ve thought the few self-defense classes you took just a few years back would come in more handy than you’re degrees?

“is that something you still want?” joaquin questioned, a small frown on his face. the thought of you ditching your dreams to work with him upset him a little. he loved working alongside you and mentoring you, but he didn’t want you unhappy. your part time job wasn’t even close to what you had your heart set on, you were a receptionist at a dentist office.

“it is,” you admitted. “but not right now, i’m happy with what im doing. hopefully sometime later in life i can come back to it.”

“i think you should, when the times right,” joaquin agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. it relieved him knowing you were happy, and it relieved him even more knowing you were just giving up on your goals. “you’d be a great teacher.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” joaquin echoed, nodding enthusiastically. “besides, how cool would it be for those kids to be able to say they were taught by a superhero?”

you giggled at the thought, eyes bright and ecstatic as you look into his. his warm eyes shined right back at you, his smile growing wider at the sight of you.

“yeah, that would be pretty cool,” you confirmed.

another small, unimportant argument sprouted when it came time to pay. even though joaquin paid for your meal the last time you’d gotten food together, he refused to let you pay this time. you eventually gave up, quickly remembering he’s just as stubborn as you are. all you could do as he paid was roll your eyes, huffing out a short breath of air.

by the time you’d gotten back to the apartment, it was pushing 10:00. you and joaquin plopped down on the couch after changing into pajamas, before diving into the files sam had brought over. you’d discussed in depth what you had gathered from everything, making sure everything was understood and you were on the same page. now, at midnight, you started your research online. you fought back every yawn that came your way, rubbing your eyes desperately to keep yourself awake. all seemingly for nothing, you thought, when 2 AM reared its ugly head, noticing that joaquin was sound asleep beside you.

you smiled softly at him, careful with the way you grab ahold of the laptop perched on his lap, saving his progress and shutting it off. you even plugged it in for him to make sure it was charged properly for him when he woke up. you debated silently whether or not to wake him. he was curled up on one end of the couch, his head propped up on the armrest as he slept peacefully. you ultimately decided to leave him, giving him his much needed rest. the only thing you did was grab one of your soft, warm blankets from your room, draping it over his body, before you shut all the lights off and went to bed yourself.

that’s how joaquin woke up that saturday morning, 11:00 and way past his usual wake up time. the ache in his back from the position he was resting in was dull but apparent, and he was a bit taken aback by his current situation. he didn’t remember falling at the couch, and he certainly didn’t remember having a blanket wrapped around his body. he noticed that it smelled like you embarrassingly quick, realizing you must’ve placed it over him last night.

joaquin pulled the blanket closer to him as he rubs his eyes awake with his other hand, squinting a little at the sun glaring through window. he was mumbling about the stupid research you’d been doing the night before when you ventured out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. a small laugh left your lips at the sight of how disheveled he looked, his hair a mess and his face lace with sleepiness. he grumbled at the sight of you, though not moving from his position on the couch.

“why’d you let me sleep here?” joaquin complained, glaring at your obvious amusement.

“cause you looked so peaceful,” you stated a little dreamily, your smile still on your face all teasing. “i couldn’t bring myself to shake you awake.”

joaquin rolled his eyes at you, finally sitting up on the couch, your blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. he may be grumpy, but that didn’t change the fact that he was cold and your blanket smelled so nice. for a split second, as you stare at the man on the couch, a thought about how adorable he looks sitting there crosses your mind. it makes you pause for a moment or two, shocking you a little. you shake it off soon after, chalking it up to be a one time thing, your very few hours of sleep catching up to you.

the days leading up to your second mission passed by slow. it was like time was testing you, taunting you with something you so desperately wanted to have and experience. you’d gathered all of the research you could for sam, and it was all enough for you guys to follow through with the plan he’d set. this wasn’t as intense as the last mission you’d gone on, more straightforward. still, you were excited and as ready as ever. your training was a breeze, you were becoming better each time you stepped onto that mat. you didn’t think you could be any more prepared.

unfortunately for you, your training didn’t cover this.

the mission started off fine, you’d found your way into the facility without an issue, the three of you branching off and doing your own assigned tasks. yours, on paper, sounded simple enough. go in undetected, search for the documents sam needed, and get out without a trace. if you run into someone, deal with it as quietly as possible. you were searching quietly, barely even a rustle of papers inside in the medical room could be heard. you were missing just one last piece of document when you heard footsteps behind you, footsteps that seemed far too confident. you dropped the papers to the table quietly, hands reaching down to grip your gun, slowly turning as the person approaches.

your heart nearly leaps out of your throat the moment he turns the corner, just for you to swallow it back down when you realized how it was. your shoulders relaxed as joaquin walks in, casual and unbothered in his falcon gear. you sighed out a breath of relief, dropping your gun back into its hoister as you pull your attention back to the filing cabinets you were looking through. you gave him the stink eye when you hear him snicker, shaking your head in disbelief.

“scared me half to death and you’re laughing. unbelievable,” you mumble, eyes finally landing on the very last document. you place a kiss to the stapled papers in appreciation, crinkling the ends ever so slightly as you place it with the rest the documents, keeping them in your hold as you turn back to joaquin. he was mindlessly walking around the lab, eyes wandering around the area out of curiosity.

“i thought you were supposed to be on lookout?”

“got bored,” joaquin said with a shrug. he turned his attention to you, giving you the same charming smile he always has on his face. you shake your head again at the man, forcing back a smile, refusing to give him the satisfaction of pleasing you.

“i think you just missed me,” you stated, crossing your ankles as you stand.

that may be apart of why joaquin was in here. he did miss you, he seemed to be missing you a lot more now that he’s caught feelings for you. despite being on the lookout for your sake while you searching, he came in here to check on you, to make sure you were doing okay. you still worried him greatly.

“maybe,” joaquin shrugged. “i also wanted to make sure you were okay, it was oddly quiet in here. you’re never quiet.”

“i’m quiet when it matters,” you pointed out, watching as the man walks towards you, his feet kicking at loose papers you didn’t need. you began a banter, a lighthearted argument like you usually do with him. “you don’t trust me is what i’m getting from this.”

“i trust you,” joaquin said, the both of you beginning your way out of the lab. while this was a lighthearted conversation to you, he took it a little too seriously. “i just… worry sometimes.”

“i can handle myself,” you told him, nudging his arm with your elbow. “you said it yourself, i wouldn’t be out here if you didn’t think i was ready.”

“i know,” he assured, footsteps becoming lighter, voices moving to a low whisper as you creep through the hallways, careful not to draw attention in case someone was lurking. “i still worry. you’re still getting used to everything. i just want to make sure you’re safe.”

though joaquin meant that with good intentions, it sat a little wrong with you. your face scrunched up a little at his words as you thought silently on them. you knew you were more than capable of keeping yourself safe. you didn’t think that small of a mishap would cause him to worry this much. you didn’t think it was enough to second guess your judgment and your abilities. he picked up on how your demeanor shifted quickly, shoulders drawing back, standing up a little more straight as he tried to get a read on you. he could sense he’d said something wrong by the way you moved a little ways away from him, walking ahead of him slightly as you start for the exit.

sam’s voice echoed through your ear pieces, asking if you’d found everything fine. you responded with a quick yes, stating that you were on your way out with joaquin. your hurried yourself out of the building quicker than before, breaking your way towards the fence when you knew the coast was clear. joaquin wasn’t far behind you’d following your quick path. once you’d approached the car sam had hidden in a patch of bushes, he began speaking again.

“im sorry i upset you,” joaquin apologized, tugging his mask off as you slide into the backseat. he pushes himself into the passenger seat quickly, turning to look at you in an instant. you had the most pitiful look on your face, a small frown and round eyes that were filled with confusion and slight hurt. “whatever it was i said that has you upset, i swear i didn’t mean for it to hurt you.”

he did seem genuinely sorry, and a bit confused like you were. this seemingly came out of nowhere from him, to doubt you and to question your abilities. your quick reaction was out of the blue, too, and it left him worried he’d done something irreversibly wrong. you wanted to talk about it, but you couldn’t quite find the words to use under pressure like this, not when you felt so confused. you set down the documents beside you as sam finally finds his way to you guys, tugging off his helmet and starting the car. he glanced back at you, and you pointed at the papers and gave him a quick thumbs up. that’s all he needed for him to nod and speed you guys away.

while you didn’t run into any trouble while you were there, you did still leave hurt. on the drive back to your apartment, you began realizing just how much you value joaquin’s opinion. you wanted him to respect you and trust you, to truly believe you could do the whole superhero thing. you thought he did, and now you were second guessing yourself. you didn’t speak a word to him the entire ride home, not out of pettiness or spite, but because you were still flipping through your own thoughts. you didn’t want to cause any more of a problem with this situation.

it was hard to avoid when this finally arrived to your apartment. you’d given sam the papers and told him a goodbye, before pushing yourself out of the car, hustling your way towards your building without another word. joaquin wasn’t far behind you, practically chasing behind you like a lost puppy as he searches for answers from you. he had a large frown on his face, something that was unusual coming from. he was always full of smiles and energy and happiness, and now there wasn’t a single trace of that inside of him, not at the moment.

when you’d entered the apartment, after joaquin shuts the door and locks it, you finally let it off your chest. he didn’t try to push, he wasn’t planning on it actually. he made a decision in the car to let you come to him. surprisingly enough, you were doing it now, rather than later. still, he welcomed it with open arms.

“when you told me you worry and stuff,” you started, your arms crossing as you shrink into yourself. “it kinda made me feel like you didn’t actually trust me. like i’m not cut out for all this. maybe i’m not, maybe im not ready.”

joaquin’s head shook, frown only deepening as you speak. his mouth hung open a little as he thinks of the right way to approach it, to make sure he says exactly what he meant, delicate and clear and honest.

“i can’t think of a more dedicated, honest, hardworking person to be in the position you’re in,” joaquin started slowly, his helmet dropping to the ground with a dull thunk. just as slow as his words, he made his way towards you, hands reaching out to gently grab your arms. his thumbs gently begin to rub against you, trying his best to soothe you. your eyes trail up to his face, finding difficulty in looking at him at the moment.

“you always have a clear head and a clear path, even when you’re crazy stressed. you scare me sometimes with how calm you can be. you’re strong, too, enough that i think you could easily beat the shit out of me.”

you suck in some air as he speaks, eyes beginning to water as you force yourself to keep eye contact with him. it was hard, but you held it. even if you didn’t want to, even if you wanted to just go lay down and hide. you choke down a small smile at the last sentence he spoke.

“i really do just worry about you. i care so deeply about you, and it scares me to think about what could happen if no one’s there to help when you really need it. if im not there to help. the last thing i want is for you to get hurt and im not there to make things right.”

a tear slips from your eyes, a hand of yours reaching up to catch it quickly. you sniffle as you try and contain yourself still, trying to shrug it off as you lean into to hug him. your arms wrap around his torso, head resting against his chest as you continue to frown. joaquin’s arms are around you in an instant, and even through his suit, it’s comforting. he tugs you closer, hugging you against him like he’s worried you’ll slip away out of his fingers.

“okay that was pretty good,” you mumble into his chest, your hand reaching up to wipe a few more tears away. for the first time since the lab, joaquin cracks a smile, eyes a little red.

“yeah? good apology?” joaquin asked in a whisper, his chin resting at the top of your head, holding you in place.

“not as good now that you’re asking,” you told him, a small laugh leaving your mouth.

nothing else was said about the situation that night. after you peeled away from the kinda uncomfortable hug you’d pulled joaquin into, you went and showered, before holing yourself up in your room for the night. the day was weighing on you now, and all you wanted to do was relax in silence, your comfortable bed engulfing you in a much less metal hug than joaquin had given. your mind drifted off to the conversation you had with him, his apology replaying in your head, the way he looked at you engraved into stone.

early the next morning, the bright sun from outside shining through your window, you woke up like any other day. you were groggy and annoyed and wishful for more sleep. you forced yourself up after 20 minutes anyways, sitting up and taking in your surroundings. the only difference this morning, you quickly noticed, was a large bouquet in a vase, sat right on your dresser. you realized it was a very similar bouquet to the one you were admiring just a week or so ago with joaquin. you tugged yourself out of bed, pushing your blankets to the side as you stumble towards the flowers. there was a note right next to it in scribbled writing, one that was most definitely his. how you didn’t hear him come in, you weren’t sure.

“i hope these are close enough to the ones you saw in the window. i was too busy staring at you to commit it to memory.”

more tears began to well on your eyes, blinking them back desperately as you set the note down after you read it. you felt silly realizing now what joaquin was saying to you last night. he wasn’t just telling you he cared about you, and especially not in the way you thought he meant it. you stood and admired the flowers for just a few more seconds, appreciating just how similar the arrangement was to the one you’d seen earlier. for someone who wasn’t paying attention, he did a damn good job relaying the information.

you started your way out your room then, your search for joaquin beginning then. he wasn’t out in the living room of kitchen, and the bathroom door was cracked open. your last rather hopeful option was his bedroom. you knocked gently on his door, a bit impatiently waiting for an answer you may not get. your head shot up when he opened the door, the disheveled look he had still, even a week later, adorable to you. he offers you a weak smile, hand gripping the doorknob still as he stares at you.

“they’re perfect,” you whispered, smile wide and eyes shimmering up at him. his smile was a little less nervous now, that charming grin of his back on his face.

you were slow with your next move, stepping closer to joaquin, suddenly inches away from him. your warm, gentle hands found solace in his face, cupping his cheeks carefully. in what felt like a gravitational pull, his lips found yours in a soft, long-awaited kiss. his hands fell to your hips, resting gently at the curve of it, carefully pulling you closer. his nose brushes against your cheek once you pull away, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. he turns his face just enough to place a kiss to one of your hands.

joaquin’s glad his worry came into use.

[munsonify]

honestly big #october mood

[leporinelou]

i think that if i had a tv show and loads of really annoying people started liking a character and getting weird about it in the not fun way i would literally kill that character off zero hesitation

similarly, if loads of annoying people hated a character, well .. more screen time for them, baby !

[harringtons-cupid]

Steve Harrington fic recs (18+) TBC!

You and I (back at it again) - by @lighteyed

He’s an idiot -by @mild-lust

Kind eyes - @naihvty

Will you still love me tomorrow - by @stevesxyellowxsweater

NSFW Alphabet by @alwaysteveswife

Steve fucks you in his car by @wroteclassicaly

All roads lead to you by @erin-bo-berin

Hands on you - by @usedtobecooler

Steve’s shy girlfriend - by @cherrychilli

Steve’s so horny, he cries - by @wroteclassicaly

Crying during a movie (fluff!) - by @sugarsfics

Fuck, marry, kill - by @spicysix

Fat cock harrington - by @stevenose

Curiosity is killing me - by @piastrinorris

Give me more - by @strangelyunfinshed

Sleepyhead - by @harringtonhurst

Reader needs reassuring - by @littlemissaddict

Promptober day thirteen - by @upsidedownwithemmy

Bad idea - by @abibliophobiaa

A little taste - by @judeswhore

Yes sir (series) - by @lonelysatellites

You’re the one I want (series) - by @thelastofharrington

Relax, lay back - by @superblysubpar

Loser boy- by @puppy-coded

Steve fucking you in scoop-ahoy break room- by @usedtobecooler

Feel good - by @lovebugism

Hold me a little more - by @reanimated-alice

Back to you - by @alwaysteveswife

Steve and a spit!kink - by @stvharrngton

Your boyfriend is in a band - by @supernovafics

I may be hot but i'm not blind – by @multi-fandom-imagine

I miss you, i'm sorry - by @sunshine-daydreams0809

Tipsy, touchy - by @munsonify

Your letters to my heart - by @ronweasleysleftnut

Steve Harrington’s fake dating experience - by @jamdoughnutmagician

Lavender Haze - by @boyfriendstevie

You just want to look at Steve - by @cosmicamor

[fairylights-throughthemist]

Recommended fics (still updating <3)

basically just me tracking what i’ve read and what i loved

Eddie Munson

by @elegantpaperoperatormaker

Fucking Bitch

Eddie and his unintentional boners

Eddie is a stage 5 clinger

Are You Now or Have You Ever Been

Glitter Girl

Whatever You Want

That’s Just My Babydaddy

by @keeryhours

this fic

do you wanna come over?

obey your (dungeon) master

Pussydrunk Eddie

by @wheels-of-despair

Evil Woman, Don’t You Play Your Games With Me

The Proposal

Knock

Moment of Truth

Insatiable

by @eddiesghxst

Are You Bored Yet?

this fic

by @roanniom

On the Line

Compliments

by @georgeweasleyslostearhq

HC’s

ALIBI

by @lovebugism

Eddie x Cheerleader!Reader

”I was expecting a written apology but this is so much better.”

this fic

this fic

by @munsonsmixtapes

Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

Billy still doesn’t know

by @oneforthemunny

hold my heart and watch it burn

Boxer!Eddie x Reader

by @creeksandsocks

Boyfriend Eddie HC’s

Splash

by @punkrockmlchael

Alcohol, Beer and Pool

Enemies with Benefits

Caught by @ashwhowrites

crazy-mad for you by @bangaveragewhitewine

hot n’ heavy by @chelseeebe

Say Anything by @earthlyangelbby

Happy Birthday by @eddiesvixen

asking dealer!Eddie to take your virginity by @electrosuite

the hat rule. by @ghost-proofbaby

snoop by @heart-eyed-love

Tender Lover by @i-hate-people-1

Sugar by @losingmygrasponreality

captured moments by @loveletterlore

Modern!Eddie by @munscavi

ice cold by @munsonify

tickle by @mylliy

“Do The Things You Said You’d Do To Me” by @scarlet-bitch

Possessive!Eddie x Reader by @scoopsahoy

Jerk Off by @spookyscarydemonbabe

All revved up and ready to go by @strangerstilinski

Tangled by @taintandviolent

mean mouth by @urhoneycombwitch

Full of Surprises by @vampireimiko

brothers best friend!Eddie reading your diary while he's balls deep inside of you. by @whoahoney

(i had to divide these into writers because i can’t tag more than 50 people 🥹)

[munsonify]

can you come collect your freak of a man please. He’s doing things

[giantmultifandommasterlist]

"Marvel Phase 2-4 /Reader" Masterlist

Character pairings: Bucky Barnes/Reader, Bob Reynolds/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Moon Knight System/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader, Frank Castle/Reader, Loki/Reader

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Sky Full of Song (11/11)  by @wkemeup

~ Siren! Reader and Pirate! Bucky

The Lucky And The Strong (5/5) ✨by @moondripletters

~ First words soulmate AU is complicated by time travel

Gonna Be Your Wound ✨ by @marelicarter

~ Shared pain soulmate AU

 set me free by @intrepidacious

~ Inspired by The Little Mermaid, Bucky is rescued after falling from the train

Vacant Mirrors (10/10)  by @pilotisms

~ Bonding with Bucky over having the same therapist and being traumatized

Time Has Brought Your Heart to Me ✨ by @softspeirs

~ Bucky Barnes' soulmate mark was on the arm that HYDRA took from him

These Ties That Bind (11/11) ✨ by @SweetAsCanBee

~ Soulmate AU with identity reveal and lovely miscommunication trope

Bathwater ✨ by @the-canary

~ Bucky Barnes is an asshole fuckboy...until he's not (Modern College AU w/ time skips)

It’s Been Calling Me ✨  by @godmadeaterribleerror

~ Shared dreams soulmate AU, smut

boot theory by @newtselvish

~ Post Civil War Bucky moves into the Avengers territory and finds love/acceptance with PR manager reader

Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Sentry)/Reader

The Lighthouse (15/15) by @DreamingEveryMoment

~ After the events in New York, Bob moves in with the reader, a former Avenger who can use energy/light to heal, put people to sleep, or blind them. Story of what it means to love someone and learn to love yourself, very slice of life, soft and domestic

Disorderly Sorcery by @coffee-with-bucky

~ Reader is a sorcerer of the mystic arts whose powers flare up when she feels strong emotions...naturally, her magic flares up because of her huge crush on Bob

The Popcorn Incident by @gyugraphy

~ Bob falls in love with you, panics, and pulls away from you. You, hurt, confide in Bucky. Now Bob thinks you're in love with Bucky. Miscommunication sandwich, NO LOVE TRIANGLE

Loving You Is Easy by @blank-potato

~ When reader loses her memory, her stilted relationship with Bob blossoms in a way it never did before.

~ PART 2: You Exist Behind My Eyelids

Instant Crush by @em1i2a3

~ Angsty, smutty, fluffy. P0rn with feelings. The good ole "I'm not good enough for you" except it's mutual.

drug of choice by @MarriedToAnAvocado

~ Reader finds Bob during his chicken costume days

what it is and what should never be by @sergeantbuckybarnes

~ Reader is in a coma where she's stuck in a reality where all her dreams come true

all the small things by @munsonify

~ 3+1 of Bob's love language of care-taking/service

good grief by @em1i2a3

~ Bob likes watching you train...so does the Sentry

Velour and Velcro by @em1i2a3

~ Thunderbolts!Reader has a sketchbook she keeps of the goings on of the Watchtower, Bob is shocked to discover how many drawings of him there are

Where Soft Things Grow by @violetrainbow412-blog

~ Bob takes up gardening with the reader at the recommendation of his therapist

Got You Where I Want You by @em1i2a3

~ You walk in on Bob staring at himself in the mirror...very cute and fluffy

Business by @em1i2a3

~ Drunken love confessions! Yay

If I Believe You by @em1i2a3

~ Depressed reader finds comfort with the Void (the Void is really confused)

Invisible Silver Linings (7/7) by @All_InProcess

~ You meet Bob in the O.X.E. study, angst with a happy ending

one day i am gonna grow wings (9/9) by @bluepenguin63

~ A beautiful meditation on trauma, grief, addiction, and healing, starring childhood best friends to lovers.

Ferra by @gyugraphy

~ Villain reader with Magneto powers, very badass and cool, somewhat angsty

Risk by @starrbishops

~ Mutual pining, not actually unrequited love, wingman! John is really funny

The Ghost I Left Behind (7/7) by @brookghaib-blog

~ Find rest of story here, Bob leaves the reader to Malaysia after she tells him she's pregnant because of his addiction, reader has a traumatic past involving SA, takes place before, after, and during Thunderbolts*

The Dark Side by @em1i2a3

~ Bullying the Void into giving back Bob through love and cuddling, hurt/comfort

between book pages and baked pies by @gyugraphy

~ All the best tropes (book shop AU, fake dating AU, identity reveal)

Peter Parker/Reader

Sunset Lovers ✨by @duskholland

~ Shared writing on skin soulmate AU, college AU

Out of Time by @mgparker

~ Heavy angst, reader dies

Crush by @ptersparkers

~ Spider-Man is in love with reader, who he visits enough as his alter ego to know she has a crush on someone; unknown to him, that someone is Peter Parker

One in the Same by @finnwrld

~ Same basic plot as above, but with its own special flare :)

Another Chance (5/5) by @mgparker

~ No Way Home The Amazing Spiderman x Reader

my reverie’s affinity remains to be you ✨by @indouloureux

~ Enemies to lovers, college AU

The Room Incident (23/23) by @lemonsandlimes

~ And they were roommates...OH MY GOD they were roommates. This is such a good fic but the ending is INCREDIBLY sad and angsty. The ride is great but no happy ending, sorry folks.

Peter Parker, The Idiot by @vampire_boyfriend

~ Mutual pining, caring for Peter when he's injured

Do You Like Pizza? (13/13) by @CrazyCookieCrumbles

~ Post-No Way Home The Amazing Spiderman x Reader

I Miss You by @defaulttwig

~ Fake character death, reader works for a super villain

That’s Rough Buddy (10/10) by @Cats_Cradle39

~ Peter B. Parker/Reader (my sad and pathetic little meow meow)

Left Behind (3/3) by @Sassi

~ Set during the Snap, reader deals with a world without Peter

Frank Castle/Reader

Don’t Walk Away (2/2) by @BellaGiornata

~ Love confession goes wrong, and then it goes right

Sometimes love isn’t enough (5/5) by @AnnaHawk

~ Angst, pining, porn with feelings

Matt Murdock/Reader

As your fingers brush my skin ✨by @silverwolf7850

~ Your soulmark is written in Braille

There will come a day we pass each other by, but we’ll probably pretend to not notice ✨ by @silverwolf7850

~ Guardian angel + time travel soulmate AU

I’m With You (2/2) ✨ by @RAParker

~ "You see color when you see your soulmate for the first time" AU

through the looking glass by @ver3eastloveuonica

~ TW: Reader has anorexia

untouchable by @ver3eastloveuonica

~ TW: Reader is sexually assaulted

Late Night Confessions by @courtforshort15

~ Reader wants to break up with Matt because he's keeping secrets

Daddy Issues by @farfromstrange

~ Matt accidentally triggers you

perhaps love by @alrighty-matty

~ 5+1 Matt realizing he loves you

These Broken Things by @courtforshort15

~ Matt's emotional constipation is putting a strain on your relationship

Strawberry Rhubarb by @ellephlox

~ Reader is kidnapped by Fisk

Go to him, therefore, by sea by @silverwolf7850

~ Merman! Matt x Human! Reader

Then Came You by @leossmoonn

~ Drunk Matt confesses his love

Billy Russo/Reader

Just Beneath The Flames (17/17) by @crossbows-and-moonshine

~ Zombie apocalypse AU, Frank Castle/Karen Page

TVA! Loki/Reader

The Nexus Event (18/18)  by @lokiedokiee

~ Reader kills Thanos after watching him kill Loki...this triggers a Nexus event

From the Void, With Love (25/25) by @pilotisms

~ TVA! Loki x Reader, enemies to friends to lovers

Why Me? (15/15) by @EdenRhodes

~ TVA! Loki x Reader, Sacred Timeline! Loki x Reader

Moon Knight System/Reader

Tilt by @the-little-ewok

~ Steven missed your date, but it isn't Steven that comes around to explain why he did

Reverence for the Moon (6/6) by @raelwrites

~ You're the high moon priestess

Just a Touch of Your Hand ✨ by @mccn-bcys

~ An ink-stain appears wherever your soulmate first touches you

Complicated (26/26) by @lets_not_talk_about_this

~ Reader needs someone to walk hre home from work

Come Back to Me by @mgparker

~ Reader dies LOL (this hurts so good)

Canopic Jar  by @bruhstories

~ Marc isn't very nice to you, Steven's girlfriend

Batons and Unicorns (3/3) by @stormkobra-5

~ Avenger! Steven Grant meets the new recruit, a mute shapeshifter

Guiding You to Me ✨by @raelwrites

~ Soulmate animal guide AU

I’m getting to know someone by @davosmymaster

~ Marc's POV of reader's relationship with Steven

Letters to You (2/2) by @lowlymoon

~ Reader sends Jake letters in an attempt to bond with the elusive alter

Not Him by @loud-mouth-loser

~ You and Marc bond over the fact that Steven and Layla (your respective loves) are more into each other than either of you

Spirit (4/4) by @milohurts

~ Reader is a ghost haunting the Moon Knight system

Written on Your Skin (3/3) ✨ by @Coalix

~ Reader has 3 soulmate names

Two Sides of the Same Coin (4/4) by @TheRavynFire

~ Reader falls in love with both Marc and Steven

[tsaheylutales]

June Reading List!

To mark the end of June, here is everything I've read this month and thoroughly enjoyed! Happy July!!

Steve Harrington:

Sunscreen - @yasministration 

Blind date - @c4tluver02

Bad feelings - @supernovafics

Sweet like honey - @harringtonfeels

Demons that you've never known - @harringtown

bsf!reader x steve harringon - @angelicblondie

The long way around - @jxstsxgx

Dad!Steve - @luveline

Clingy - @halles-notebook

My little girl - @multi-fandom-imagine

Band bus and butterflies - @samazing0831

There is no other love (it's only yours) - @keeryhours

Dad!Steve - @queenimmadolla

Love as pure as this - @queenofhawkins

Behind the scenes - @femtoddanderson

Driving Lesson - @wishing-on-a-staranise

Shy girl - @munsonify

Hair cut - @c4tluver02

Starcourt aftermath - @imsogonesposts

The prophecy - @munsonsmixtapes

Just for show - @samazing0831

Joe Keery

Friendship test - @dezznuggz Glastonbury - @harringtons-cupid Mutual Support - @harringtons-cupid

Jake Sully:

Secret is out - @erenjaegerwifee

Hoodie - @simkaswriting

Walter McKey Driver's Licence - @reysdriver keys x fem!reader - @reysdriver

[4everdweeb]

4everdweeb’s reading list

may edition ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

since i read so many fics this months i decided i’ll compile them all here! i wanna make it a monthly thing and maybe do some themed ones or smth in the future!! also shoutout to all these amazing writers i enjoyed all of there fics this month🤍

CW: some fic are 18+ smut

dividers by @cursed-carmine

STRANGER THINGS ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

eddie

teen pregnancy eddie munson pt 1 — @keeryhours

lessons in art history — @gracieheartspedro

boo? — @eagerbby

stormy — @hiddndaydreams

the plug — @belokhvostikova

twice a day — @eddiesvixen

gasoline — @chelseeebe

forbidden fruit of desire — @frombeyondthegravez a reread and one of my favs🩰

amorem — @eddiesxangel

when she was bad — @elegantpaperoperatormaker

valentine — @for-your-modesty-dude

stevie doesnt know — @vingtetunmars

orange peel skin — @hellfire--cult

grease and glances — @bower-quinn

the nanny — @eddiesxangel

take me to the lakes series — ^

the needle, and the damage done series — @keeryhours

wanna be yours — @eddiemunsonsbabygirl

she fuckin’ hates me — @littlexdeaths

run, alice, run — ^

scotty doesn’t know — ^

celebrity skin — @cacoetheswriting

it’s a recipe for disaster series — @littlexdeaths

special delivery — @rebelfell

made for lovin’ you — ^

baby moon — @eddiesxangel

this summer is the apocalypse series — @rebelfell

gym!eddie — ^

ˋ°•*⁀➷ pt 2

celebrity skin — @cacoetheswriting

steve

he’s and idiot — @mild-lust

shoots and scoops — @munsonify

save room for us — @maroon-cardigan

ain’t it fun — ^

christmas affairs — ^

the prophecy — @munsonsmixtapes

not a fair fight — @pascallftv

strange love — @littlexdeaths

lost love — @nicolewritesthings

hell hath no fury like a buckley — @wonderlandwalker

ˋ°•*⁀➷ pt 2

the shape of family — @skeltnwrites

steddie

the slut, the prince, the freak — @maroon-cardigan

why pick one? — @catherinnn

billy

friendly competition — @buckysgrace

lazy sunday morning with your man — @shes-an-odd-bird

are you drunk enough to fall in love — ^

keep it down, baby girl — ^

you — ^

favourite thing you love to do — @billys-pretty-babe

robin

fever pitch — @littlexdeaths

gareth

slumber party crazy — @the-witty-pen-name

corroded coffin fest spring break series — @the-unforgivenn rlly cute one

COD — GHOST ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏

made with love — @munsonsmixtapes

ˋ°•*⁀➷ pt 2

when you need me the most — ^

not just a neighbour — @the-witty-pen-name

WARFARE ̸̇̎/̸̄̿̅̎̎̅͆ ͆͆͆͆̔̿͞ ͆̅̿̄͞ ̿ ̄̇̿̚ ̎ ̎͆

sam

coming home to you — @keeryhours

GLADIATOR II +==[:::::::::::::::::::::>

emperor geta

both arms cradle you now — @keeryhours 🥹🥹

FRED HECHINGER ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

danny markowitz

first time — @punkrockmlchael

i didn’t realize how many i read until now... LOL on to june!

[munsonify]

and don’t think about eddie grabbing the side of your face, eyes glued to yours, and telling you how fucking gorgeous you are

don’t think about eddie fucking you slowly, pressing his forehead against yours, and telling you how good you take every inch of his cock

[raven-dor]

mj's fic recs!!

updated: 7/09/25

lovely lovely authors, thank you for your works!! here's to you!!

cregan stark:

newborn - @entitled-fangirl

the way he's worried, the kids, the domesticity of it all - so sweet, so wonderful... also any of this author's fics (especially cregan's) are fantastic!!

bucky barnes:

in which bucky barnes tries to be on his best behavior for you - @bcksbarnes

i just love the way bucky is depicted in this fic, so scrumptious!! (also as someone who cusses a lot i found this very wonderful!!)

drunk call - @munsonify

so this fic had be absolutely giggling, kicking my feet, freaking tf out!! i love how soft bucky is with the reader, how he takes care of you and stuff🤓 ALSO HIM CALLING YOU SWEETHEART - ugh

hungover realizations - @munsonify

A PART TWO!!!! the dialogue in this fic is literally fantasmic😭

john walker:

john walker x fem!thunderbolt!reader - @bruisedboys

i was the biggest john walker hater during tfatws... and this fic... THIS FIC!! it honestly converted me... it's just- ugh just read it i beg!!

side effects may include... - @zugzwangdefeat

guys... i love a good holiday fic, especially halloween!!!! i totally headcanon john as this oblivious man (i mean he honestly is like that in canon anyway), but this fic takes it to a whole new level!! obsessed!!

bradley bradshaw:

between friends (nsfw) - @sometimesanalice

holy shart. guys. no you don't understand. i think i've read this fic like eight times... fully serious!! i love a good friends to lovers, and this was a perfect friends to lovers fic

steve harrington:

shopping trip - @c4tluver02

ugh i love steve. i will never not love steve. and this fic- again another friends to lovers, it's like the best thing everrrrrr. AND THE END- this is a must read i fear!!

james potter:

i'm waiting for the right time - @cowboylikemac

james potter is swoon worthy, we all know this. the way this author writes him, or just writes in general- like oh my god when i tell you i'm hooked??!? new fav james fic alert!!

[munsonify]

welcome home

pairing. bob reynolds x gn!reader

summary. bob finds comfort in your presence, and eventually lets himself seek it out

content warning. so much fluff, mentions of past drug addiction+homelessness, r and bob w painted nails, hand holding, cuddling, unestablished relationships (until the end), mutual pining, touch starved!bob. not proofread.

word count. 4713

a/n. “thank you” you all say in unison. also i hope this flows together okay i most of this super tired

———

there had to be some odd gravitational pull you had inside of your body, an unexplainable energy you beared that drew bob into you. somewhere, somehow, a perfect abnormality sprouted inside of you, he swore, that was specifically placed with you to lore him in. you had the man captured, entranced in a daze he didn’t want released from. he wouldn’t dare try to break away, either, this was too much to lose.

slowly, with a lot of effort and trust and dedication, bob let himself adjust to this feeling, to even let it happen to begin with. to let himself embrace the comforting energy that radiated off of you. he didn’t think he deserved to have something so sacred. someone like him shouldn’t be allowed to hold on to such stability, such calmness. and god, were you patient with him. more patience than he thought he deserved. not that you were even aware bob was so drawn to you in the first place.

your blooming friendship wasn’t hostile. sure, it had a shaky start, one that had the most unfortunate circumstances backing it. that didn’t make you any less kind. when you first moved into the watchtower, things were new. it was difficult for everyone to adjust to the sudden change, all of it was tossed into your faces without any warning. bob didn’t take well to the change at first. he was shaky and confused and overall overwhelmed. between his new powers, withdrawals that, even with the serum dulling most of the symptoms, were unbearable at times, and now living with people he didn’t know quite well, things were odd.

bob fought for a solid week and a half in his mind, hiding himself away in his new room. this was the first time in a long while he had something to call his own. on the good days, it was a moldy motel room or a sagging couch in someone’s living room he was always forced to leave. on the bad days, it was the cold, unforgiving alleys of cities he had no business being in. to have this sort of privacy, to be able to confidently say he had his own room, was wild to him. he should be celebrating this win, rather than sulking alone. he was still a little disoriented from everything, and all he wanted to do was be left alone to his own devices.

after that first week or so, as everyone was finally settling in, you decided that enough was enough. you’d bonded with him a little in the vault in utah, and truth be told, you were worried sick about the man. at first, you gave him his space. it was hard enough on you to adjust to this sudden change, and you knew it must’ve been much more difficult on him. so, everyone gave him his space to let him gather his mind, much like the rest of the group. you, however, weren’t willing to let it go any further.

you came knocking one early morning, skin still dewy from a fresh, well-appreciated shower. you’d only spoken to him a handful of times since the move in. any time bob appeared out of his room, a little disheveled and droopy eyed, you always greeted him in the softest of voice. most of the group looked at him with pity, and spoke just the same. you, however, never seemed to have that. maybe you did worried, maybe you pitied him and simply hid it away.

bob opened his door just a little, head peeking out of the small crack to see who was there. he wasn’t quite sure who to expect, but if it were to be anyone at his door, he was glad it was you. you were, by far, the easiest to talk to. the door opened up a little wider at the sight of you, revealing more of his tall stature to your line of vision. he looked just as disheveled as he did the day before.

“hi,” you spoke, a small smile plastered on your face to greet him. he gave you a weak smile back, body hunched a little as he stood, the door still blocking half of his body.

“hi,” bob responded, eyes squinting a little. he was trying to get a read on you. this was the first time anyone had knocked on his door since they’d moved in.

“you’ve been sat in here for a while now,” you noted, voice gentle and steady. you always spoke so smoothly, and he wondered if it was as natural as you let it on to be.

“yeah, i guess so,” he shrugged, a little unsure what to say to you. it seemed a little strange to come and comment on something so obvious.

“i’ve been too,” you reassured truthfully. you also hadn’t been doing too much. “it’s why i came over. i figured we could both use some fresh air. wanna take a walk?”

“why not,” bob agreed rather quickly.

he knew he needed some time outside of his room. it was no good dwelling on things like this, huddled up in bed all day as his thoughts raced with uncertainty and anxiety. why he said yes so immediate was a little surprising to him. normally, when bob got so up in his head, the last thing he wanted to do was surround himself with people. it tended to overwhelm him more when he was trying so desperately to find silence. you, however, simply drew him in. you weren’t pushy with the way you asked, you didn’t seem to expect anything from him. it was a lighthearted, low stakes offer he couldn’t help but accept. when he shut his door gently after stating he needed to get himself ready first, you simply turned on your heels and tiptoed your way back to your room to wait patiently and excitedly.

something you noted during your interaction was, oddly enough, bobs room. what you could see behind him was quite bare. there were no posters or belongings, nothing of character on his walls. it seemed bare and plain. it was no fault of his, though, and you kinda picked up on that. while you knew very little of the man, you did know of his drug addiction and his extensive homelessness. you figured he didn’t have much time or money or focus to collect things he could call his own, to curate things he liked and appreciated and adored. it saddened you upon realization.

after about a half an hour, it was your turn to receive a knock at your bedroom door. you tried not to seem too excited at the sound as you push yourself of your desk chair, answering the door with the same small smile you had earlier. there was bob, freshly showered and in a clean set of clothes he’d gotten from valentina. it wasn’t anything extraordinary, just a simple white t-shirt and a pair of slightly loose jeans held up by a belt, but it was new. there was no patchy stitching or large holes in the armpits, not single weird, unexplainable stain in sight.

you slipped out of your room, before the two of you headed out of the large watchtower. it was silent while you walked side by side out the front doors, the unmistakable city air wafting right into your nose at impact. you didn’t say anything, no prying questions or awkward small talk you tried to force. you didn’t want him to feel pressured to talk, and truly, you were okay with simply walking with him, his company enough for you. still, bob felt as though he needed to fill the silence. he couldn’t quite tell if it was an awkward sort of silence or if it was simply him being all up in his head. he racked his brain for anything to say that didn’t seem too forced or out of the ordinary. why he overthought something that should be so casual was beyond him.

“is this your first time living in new york?” bob decided on asking, referring to your housing in the watchtower. he noticed you seemed to know your way around well enough, so he assumed you’d at least been here before. whether you’ve lived here before or not, he wasn’t sure.

“no, i’ve lived here for about a year now,” you told him, pace slowing as you found your way to a busy crosswalk. “i was in a studio apartment before this. it was a little rundown, but i liked it. there were a lot of interesting people living there.”

people were chattering around the two of you as you spoke together, car horns and loud radios blasting in nearly every direction. it was a little difficult for bob to get used to all of the constant noise in the city, though he could manage it well enough to get by. he nodded along with you as you spoke, attentively listening.

“what about you?” you asked him, beginning to walk again with the crowd, crossing the busy street. “first time living here?”

“first time here ever,” bob told you. he’s made his rounds in a few places, though he’d never managed his way to new york. “it’s… different. i’ve always wanted to visit though, so it’s pretty neat that i get to live here now.”

normally, bob wasn’t one to ramble or talk much about his life. he liked having his secrets, to keep some mystery to him. a lot of it he was ashamed of. none of that seemed to stop him for opening up to you, though. it seemed so natural telling you these things, his thoughts seemingly tipping over and spilling out a little. his lips squeezed together a little upon realizing, folding in on himself as if ashamed to speak his mind.

“consider this your first tour, then,” you told bob with a smile.

the two of you wandered around the city for about an hour under your guidance. though you may’ve made a wrong turn and lost track of where you’d gone, you found your way back eventually. at some point, you passed one of your favorite coffee spots, and you were quick to inform him of that. you would’ve stopped in if you’d remembered your wallet, so you simply walked right passed it. the conversation was filled with simple things like that, sharing small details about the city that came to mind as you saw them.

on the way back to the watchtower, neither of you spoke. bob didn’t feel the urge to fill the silence this time. it came on more naturally for him, feeling a lot more comfortable in it than before. he simply let his eyes gaze at his surroundings, switching between the reading the different store signs and people watching. at some point, by complete accident, your arm grazed against his. you had a little sway in your step, briefly losing your balance, body leaning slightly towards him. while you’d simply laughed it off, that was the last thing bob wanted to do. his whole body tensed at the feeling, moving away just barely from your body. you didn’t mean to, it was an honest mistake. still, it made him nervous.

when you’d eventually found your way back to the watchtower, you were kind enough to walk him back to his room. you made it easy to move past his awkwardness, even if it was unintentional. bob realized you must not’ve notice, and that if you did, it didn’t offend you. he was first to smile this time, closed lipped and appreciative as his hand grasps at his doorknob.

“thanks for letting me join,” bob told you. “it was nice. you’re a good tour guide.”

you cracked a smile at his words, perking up at his sudden playfulness. you’d heard his teasing before, words that was pointed at walker in a frustrated defense, though not quite like this. bobs lips parted as he smiles a little wider, teeth shining past as you appreciate his comment. it wasn’t the most ambitious thing to say, though it seemed fitting.

“anytime,” you replied, watching him open up his bedroom door to slip inside. “welcome home, bob.”

those interactions became more frequent with the two of you after that. that out of the blue invitation was the first crack in the thick barrier bob had built around him. walking together soon became a weekly occurrence, conversations that were once surface level slowly started to dig a little deeper. each walk chipped more away from his defense he spent so long building up. nothing ever felt rushed with you. things naturally flowed between the two of you, slowly slipping into a rhythm you both found enjoyable. even when the new avengers initiative began to properly pick up and take more of your time, you still made it a point to see him and talk to him.

bits of bobs past were slowly sprinkled into conversation, much like yours had been. when things felt right, you spoke on what was on your mind. whatever was gnawing at you, you spoke of it in a soft whisper, a sacred secret shared amongst the trustworthy. one sunday morning, bob found himself in your room, something a little new to the both of you. normally, you two would spend time in the living area, or the busy streets of new york. things slowly began to move into the comfort of your room where things could be said a little more freely. you began inviting him in just like today. even if there was no need to whisper in your room, he continued to anyways. it felt disruptive to speak above such a light tone in here and around you.

bob was sat on the floor, his back resting against your bed as he fiddles with his fingers. despite having permission to sit on your bed, he decided the floor was more respectful. there was a silence between the two of you that you were comfortable in. he liked sitting with you like this, simply being around you while you each did your own thing. his eyes eventually fell on you, who was sat peacefully at your desk, a knee tucked to your chest as you diligently painted your nails. your hands were a little shaky, and you had many q-tips on standby for your inevitable mess ups, though you enjoyed doing this anyways.

its a pretty color you were using, a soft pastel that drastically dictates what you do for a living. it felt right for you, bob thought. he watched you work for a minute or two before his gaze fell to his own hands. they were a bit roughed up, nails chewed down and the skin around it pulled up and raw. it was a habit he desperately wished he didn’t have, finding it a little shameful. he didn’t like how it looked, though he couldn’t quite stop. trailing back to you, he began to wonder how polish would look on his own nails. maybe colors would distract from how horrid they looked. when you’d finished up your nails, blowing out a continue breath of air to dry them down, you caught him staring.

it wasn’t odd for him to stare, he did it quite often. you were used to it by now, and it never really bothered you. you simply looked back at him, lips still inches away from your nails as you tried to speed up the drying process. your eyes looked with his, and that’s when words began to spill from his mouth. it was one of those times he rambled on without thinking much of it. he felt comfortable asking you this.

“can you paint mine?” bob asks in a quiet voice. it wasn’t out of shame or anything, he simply didn’t need to talk any louder. you gave him a sweet smile as you nod, feeling your nails and assessing that they’re properly dry.

“i have a dark green you’d like,” you told him like it was the most casual thing in the world. you didn’t make a big deal out of it, or call him weird for wanting it. bob liked that about you. nothing ever seemed too odd to say. he matched your sweet smile, watching as you dig through your polish to find the shade you were telling him about.

you held it up for him to view as you slid off your chair, walking the short distance to his spot on the floor. bob crossed his legs while you sat in front of him, watching you mirror his actions with your own legs as you scoot forward. your knees nearly knocking together, body’s just inches away. he’d been close to you more times than he could count, though that didn’t stop him from tensing up a little. this sort of closeness was something he was still struggling to get used to. just like everything else, you never pushed it or made him feel like he owed you anything of the sort.

with a nail file in one hand, you lifted your other up, a silent way of asking for his hand. hesitantly, bob offered up his right hand as you patiently wait, sucking in a small breath as he guides it towards your empty hand. your touch was soft and oh-so gentle when you grasp ahold of his hand, moving it a little closer to your body. you carefully began to file down the already short nails he had, simply getting rid of any rough or scraggly edges he’d left from his teeth. his nails on multiple occasions had caught on threads of his sweaters, tugging them apart annoyingly. he felt a little silly not thinking to do this.

it took a minute or two for bob to relax his hand against yours, to get used to your smooth skin against his. he watched intently as you press the polish against his nails, entranced in your movements and the way your gentleness doesn’t falter for a second. he forgot how much he missed simple touch like this. this felt nice, the feeling engulfing in so much so that he forgot why your hand was holding his. not until you gently guided it to his knee, upwards to make sure the polish doesn’t smudge.

you noticed how large bobs hands are compared to yours as you began working on his other one, practicing the same motions as before. you swallowed highly at the thought, trying and failing to distract yourself from what was filling your mind. luckily, bob was thinking just as deeply, just on something a bit different.

once you layered two coats on each of his hands, a long drawn out process your mind was spiraling through, you guided both of his hands close to your mouth. warm breath fanned against his nails and his skin, trying your best to dry them properly, much like you were your own earlier. bobs fingers twitched a little in your touch, eyelashes fluttering as he stares at the scene in front of him. your fingertips carefully brushed against his nails, feeling the successfully dried polish on top of them.

with a proud smile, you kept his hands in yours as you admire the color. bob admired with you, eyes dragging away from your face to his nails. it was a very pretty green, and he realized that he was correct, the polish took a lot of the focus away from how raw his fingers looked. none of that stopped you from noticing, though, particularly because you’d been so focused on his hands for so long. your thumb gently dragged against the skin he’d been picking and chewing it, as if trying to soothe him. much to his surprise, it was working. the part of him that normally told him to pull away, to tense up and not allow this to happen, was dimming.

“i do it when i’m anxious,” bob admitted softly, eyes flickering back up to yours. you continued to rub against his fingers as you look up at him, eyes locking in a soft gaze. “or when my cravings get bad. it keeps my mouth busy and my mind off of it. it’s not the best habit to have, but it could be worse.”

you nodded at his words, humming in acknowledgement as you slowly drop your hands down to your lap. you keep his hands in yours, now cupping them gently. your thumbs smoothed against his knuckles, still sitting together with your eyes locked. there wasn’t much else to say then, you both knew that. your comforting touch and your admiring stare was enough to reassure him you understood and were listening.

bob wonders often what he’s done in life to stumble upon someone like you. every day, you grace him with such patience and kindness without a question. your presence alone comforts him, soothing him even for the smallest of moments. he was excited to see you comfortably splayed out on the couch in the common area, a book in hand. this is exactly where he thought he’d find you. most of the team was out busy, so you usually took that time to enjoy the peacefulness the watchtower could have when they weren’t around.

with his own book in hand, bob walked over to the couch, quiet footsteps still echoing through the large room. your eyes peeked over your back happily, squinting with your smile as you wave at him. he waved back, watching you move your feet to give him room on the couch. still, he waited patiently, deciding to ask you rather than assume.

“is it okay if i join you?”

“of course,” you nodded, bright smile still on your face as he finally sits down. “what’re you reading?”

bob briefly tells you about his newest read, explaining it the best he can without “boring you” with his rambling. you do the same thing when he asks in return, before the two of you turn to read, silence filling the usually loud room. it took a few minutes for you to get to this point, realizing just how awkwardly your laying, a need to adjust filling you quick. you did what you felt was right, like second nature, moving your feet back in its original spot. which, by the way, so happened to be right in his lap.

he froze the moment you fall back into your rested position, eyes tearing down to stare at your legs along over his own. you did it so casually that bob could barely process it for a moment. after taking a deep breath, he smiled again, calming his nerves as he thought about it for a moment. the casualness you’d just shown, your comfortableness you had with him, was something he should be proud of. it was something he should be welcoming with open arms, which he now gladly did. this was a big deal to him, even if he refused to show it.

your calmness and patience was beginning to rub off on him.

your body ached as you trudged through the watchtower, exhaustion filling every inch of you. the only thing on your mind was a warm shower and your welcoming bed. you didn’t think anything could feel better than how you felt now, stripping yourself free of your tactical gear and stepping into your shower. the moment the water hit you, your mind fell into a silence you’d been begging for for the past few days. the mission you just finished was strenuous on you. you had sore muscles and a melted puddle of a mind now that it was over. you stripped away every last drop of sweat and stress as you wash yourself up, thankful to finally smell something as pleasant as your soap.

the moment you tugged your pajamas on, you began a straight path to your bed. all but your lamp was off, dimly lighting your sight as you find your way to the comfort of your bedsheets. just as you were about to stumble over the edge of great, a quiet knock echoed through your room. your eyes squeeze shut tightly at the sound, begrudgingly turning towards the door. you were so close to saying something snarky as you opened the door, though you were beyond grateful you didn’t when you laid eyes on bob. your visibly relaxed at the sight of him, huffing out some air as you give him a weak smile.

“hey you,” you greeted in a whisper. even as something as simple as a hello took a lot of energy out of you now, and bob could tell. he had a sympathetic look on his face, though right past that was a look of exhaustion that matched yours unintentionally.

“hey,” he greeted back just as quietly. “long week?”

“yeah, very long,” you grumbled, eyes weakly looking up at his. his eyes looked just as drained as yours. “you too?”

bob nodded in agreement, arms wrapping around his body in an attempt to soothe himself. it took him a second to find his words, to ask for something that’d been on his mind since you’d left. despite getting a lot better with accepting his needs, voicing them was still a little hard. you made it easier, you always did. you made him feel comfortable enough to approach you with it. besides, you were the only one he wanted this from. you were the only one he craved this deeply, the only one he found this sort of comfort it.

“can i sleep next to you tonight?” bob asked you almost a little too quiet, though his words were unmistakable to you. you opened your door wider in an instant, inviting him in without an ounce of hesitation.

“yeah, yeah,” you agreed quickly. he walked in with your words, moving far enough in to let you shut the door behind him.

you stumbled your way back to your bed, finally crawling onto one side, slipping beneath the comforter. a relieved sigh broke past your lips, body resting into your bed for the first time in days. bob soon followed, slipping into the other side, engulfing himself in your scent. it eased a part of him that only ever happened because of you. the moment you turned your lamp off, you let yourself fully lay in bed. you shuffled to rest on your side, head resting heavily on your pillow as you face the man beside you. he followed suit.

bob was just inches apart from you, his warmth radiating off of him like a heater. you could faintly see the outline of his face, his eyes shimmering thanks to the bright lights from outside. you gazed at each other for a while, minutes passing by like seconds as you lay in silence. there was that magnetic force inside of you that he insisted you had, drawing him in. his large, gentle hand slowly found its way to your face. his fingers graced your skin first, trailing against your cheek, committing the feeling to memory. they eventually tucked behind your head as he cradles your jaw, thumb now rubbing against your cheekbone soothingly.

neither of you were sure where this confidence was coming from, though not a single complaint or objection was in sight. instead, your hand came up in search of his, fingers grazing his knuckles in a desperate urge to feel him, too. you carefully move closer to the man, knees knocking, warm breath mixing together. your hand trailed to his wrist, fingers enclosing around it as you hold him there, delicate and firm. that’s when bobs forehead leaned up against yours, eyes still swimming in each others irises.

you bump your nose against his affectionately, watching as bobs lips quirk up into an infectious smile. you mirror him, basking in the quiet atmosphere you’d set with him. there was an understanding you two had now, an unwavering desire for each other burning deep and warm inside of you. there was no denying what you two had was special, something that couldn’t be replicated even if you tried.

bob decided then and there that he’d come searching for you more often.

[ghostlyfleur]

hi friends ♡

i’ve been so terribly MIA, but hiii 👋🏻 i’ve missed y’all so much! and i have a lot of drafts to post tonight hehe

i’ve also been sooo behind checking anything i’ve been tagged on / my asks, so i’m so sorry i haven’t been supporting y’all’s writing / work lately *sobs*

TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY THO! 26!

i’m staying in, making a pancake stack with melted white chocolate and sprinkles and candles as a bday cake HAHA and i’ll def post it here!

oh!!!! and i’m also on tiktok/instagram now, trying to grow a community there if y’all wanna be mutuals 🥹🙌🏻🤍

tagging a few moots 🏷️ @forevermoreharrington @eiightysixbaby @eds6ngel @rosygaze @t-lostinworlds @thrillersteve @thyme-in-a-bubble @y0urgrl @urdadsnewgiirlfriend @urh2ogf @usedtobecooler @upsidedownwithsteve @inkluvs @oneforthemunny @oncasette @pinkiebieberpie @pollenallergie @parisianbarbie @plainemmanem @appocalipse @amournoir @amorchai @sunshinesteviee @stevebabey @daisy-is-a-writer @forever-rogue @fairynook @gxtitobxby @gilmore-angel @hellfiremunsonn @harringtqn @hungharrington @keery @kingsteve @keerysfolklore @lovebugism @littledemondani @lomlkeery @violetpixiedust @vampieteeth @vhagarlovebot @boyfriendstevie @berryfairy444 @navybrat817 @munsonthings86 @munsonify

[naihvty]

masterlist (CURRENTLY UPDATING)

steve harrington

kind eyes pt 1 / pt 2

best friend steve x reader phone call 18+

better than me 18+

joel miller

coming soon

current faves

steve makes reader squirt 18+ @/doomsdaybby (steve)

do me a favour 18+ @/supernovafics (steve)

love and passion 18+@/munsonify (steve)

beck and call 18+ @/ilikeevilblondes (joel)

to call you mine 18+ @/joelspeach (joel)

family matters 18+ @/daryltwdixon (joel)

[magnoliabutters]

F🔪CK AROUND & FIND OUT

pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x (she/her) reader

warnings: 18+ content, nsfw, mdni; dark smut themes, bargaining, life/death scenario, noncon/dub-con, hair pulling, knife play, predator & prey, oral, penetration, degradation kink, choking, etc.

inspiration: @chestharrington's lazy ghoul's kinktober → week three: anonymous sex

word count: ~4.5k

note: y'all thought i'd get through a kinktober without my mans?! naaaahhh; note note ~ please check out the warnings & take care of yourself, the pairing is 18+ & based on my version of eddie "ghost face" munson

note note note ~ ~ a lil'borrow from @munsonify's delicious moodboard

“You locked your door, right?” 

A swift roll of your eyes and your hand reaches for the dead bolt. The lock clicks to the left as you tuck your phone between your cheek and shoulder, landing your back against the front door. 

“Jenny, it’s locked,” you mumble between chews of your gum. “I don’t know why you’re taking this whole serial killer thing seriously. The police aren’t talking about it.” Your voice dwindles on as you await common sense to fill your best friend. 

“Hmph.” 

“Oh, come on! It’s just a story,” you groan out. Annoyance filled to the brim. “I heard the fraternity boys make a story every year. No one’s going around killing people on Halloween.” 

A sigh comes clear through the other line. You don’t understand how your friend could hear the story and be genuinely terrified. The first time you heard the story, you laughed at its bullshit. The simple coincidence of the twentieth anniversary of the Hawkin’s Diner Massacre and now somehow the serial killer returns? Bull. 

“Still, you shouldn’t be alone,” she whines. “And missing your first Halloween on campus is unforgivable.” 

“Ooo, add it to the list,” you taunt. “Adios weirdo!” You chuckle to yourself while crashing back onto the couch. You swing your legs over the armrest as your head is carried by a stack of decorative pillows. “I’ll meet you at the coffee shop tomorrow. We can talk about how we survived the night.” 

Jenny scoffs before adding, “Alright, bye loser.” A smile sprawls across your face as you hang up the phone. Not a single care in the world before gently dropping it on the carpet beside you. 

You quickly reach out to the coffee table. Fingers curl around the plastic of the remote. As your thumb hovers over the “on” button, you hear a scratching sound from down the hallway. You roll your eyes, another round of annoyance before you can rest and watch your sitcoms. 

“Pablo!” you call out. “I just took you out 15 minutes ago.” Pablo, the poodle, doesn’t care in the slightest if you finally got to sit down - he needs to go. 

Slumping your body off the couch, you groan and gripe while stomping down the hallway. Halfway through the creaking wooden floor, you can’t help but notice your cute, little pup wasn't meeting you in the kitchen doorway like usual. 

With a voice filled with confusion, you call out, “Pabs, come here boy!” 

You cross the kitchen doorway, landing your bare feet against the cold tiled floor. You hear his familiar patter against the wood as he rushes to meet you. You expect him to come through the dining room’s doorway, but the soft noise comes from behind. You slowly turn to see him back at the end of the hallway, staring you down from the living room.

Panic rips through you as you hurriedly twist your body to look at the door. Between the boxed window panes, you see a white glistening mask smile back at you as a black robed arm reaches for the door knob. You watch as it knob twists and turns, back and forth. 

Without wasting a second, you rush around the corner. Feet slamming upon the floor as you feel your heart beating hard against your chest. Your hand reaches for the railing before swinging up the staircase. 

Five steps in and you hear glass shatter. All you cared about was getting to your parent’s room, to the walk-in closet, to the safe beneath your father's shoe rack, to the shotgun already loaded and waiting for you. Cortisone seeps into your bloodstream. Your heart races, spreading the hormone thick and true throughout your body. You can feel your chest heaving, breaths filled with both sobs and exhaustion. 

You can hear bundled steps, hurried and frantic behind you, but you’ve only gotten to your parent’s bedroom. You rush through, slamming the closet door back against the dresser. Your fingers dance, twisting the dial as you struggle to see through your tears. 

Quick to the right and you hit the number 10, turning it back you hear the click of the safe once reaching 78. You can also hear him coming, but you desperately try to push that from your mind. Push away those muffled steps rushing against the carpet as he enters the bedroom. You turn the dial once more, all you need is the number 3, it's right there - you’re so close…

The black cloaked attacker digs their fingers into the top of your scalp, pulling against strands of your hair until you are on the other side of the closet. Your eyes return back to the ghostly face already splattered with blood across its chin. 

Your eyesight becomes blurry as tears begin to flood your cheeks. Your body cowers into itself, knees up to your chest and arms wrapped around them. You hesitantly peer from your knees to see the shine of a knife reflecting your face. 

“Please!” you scream with your hands covering your face. 

You tremble beyond your fingers to see that the serrated knife has paused right before your face. The blade is only an inch or two from your eyes. Death, a mere second away and you can do nothing. 

The blackened form has now kneeled beside you. A frightening mask beaming its smile at you with a curious tilt of its head. “Please!” you plead. “I just … just tell me what you need! Is it money? W-we have money!” 

The person behind the mask groans as they slam the knife into the carpet right beside your left foot. You yelp, squeezing into yourself. Your body trembling, terrified to move - to upset them in any way.  

“It’s all about money with you people isn’t it?!” 

The voice is alarmingly loud. It’s textured, deep in timbre, and slightly familiar. The man, undoubtedly so, leans into your face. He pulls the knife between you both causing another round of tears to fall like a river against your pinking cheeks. 

The tip of the knife is pressed into your chin, guiding it up as it tickles against your neck. “There’s no amount of money that will save you now, little girl,” he whispers eerily. The blade digs into your chin, cutting against your flesh. 

“Please,” you sob out. “Don’t kill me. God, please!” 

“God can’t help you now.” 

“Please! I’ll do anything. Please,” you cry. Your hand hesitantly reaches for his groin. Offering the man the last thing you could give, the last thing you could imagine he would want. 

But he just watches you. 

His mask digging against his chest as he peers down at you. Tears still falling through your lashes, you grab a tighter hold of the mass beneath his black jeans. You apply light pressure, only being firm in pulsating bursts. You can feel him hardening beneath you. It is enough leeway that you gain the courage to raise your eyes up to his masked face. 

Struggling to speak, the words fall out broken and breathy. “Anything…” The ghostly mask is slow and steady as it tilts its head to the right. His hand violently falls to your wrist, pulling your hand from him. 

You stare at him with horror in your eyes. This is it. He’s going to kill you. His grip tightens painfully around your wrist. You’ve tried everything. There’s nothing left to do…

“Anything?” He says as he rips your arm up. You stand, yelping in pain as he throws your arm back against the wall. He whispers, “Do you want it?” His dark, sunken eyes bare into you. There’s nothing there. They are empty, devoid of life and yet, it asks if you want it…

“Yes,” you blurt. 

The ghost pushes against you, pinning you against the wall as he slides into the space beside your neck. You can feel the plastic of the mask pull at strands of your hair. You can hear a sniff as he gently raises off the chin of the plastic and rests a thick, warm tongue against your skin. You quiver as you feel his slick swarm up to your earlobe. 

Your hand reaches for something, anything to get him off of you. You can feel his hot breath against your skin. You can feel your hairs prickle to their ends as you squeeze your eyes close. Your fingers brush against a hardened surface, hard and leathery. You feel the thick platform of one of your mother’s heels. Your fingers wrap around it before you can think. 

Whack! 

You hit it over his head, causing him to fumble and fall beside you. You take the opportunity to run out of the closet without skipping a beat. Your dad always told you to have a baseball bat under your bed - hopefully he follows through on his own advice. You fall to your knees and dig under your father’s side of the bed. You feel the curve of the wood at your fingertips, the joy in knowing that you were almost free from this horror show. 

Just for your attacker’s hands to tangle into your hair again and knock you back harshly against your elbows. He crouches down in front of you, holding his hand flush against your neck as he squeezes between his thumb and index finger. Your body unsure of whether to prioritize your breathing or the sobs rising from your chest. 

“I only want someone who wants it,” he growls. He takes a breath before continuing in a softer voice, “So, I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you want it?” 

You pause to seriously consider the notion. Are you really about to give yourself, wholly, to someone you don’t know? Some freak behind a mask? Someone who just held a knife against your throat? And why does this sound oddly familiar to the beginning of your favorite porno? 

“Is that the only way I’ll get out of here alive?” 

The masked man laughs maniacally. A laugh that seems almost eerily familiar. Not the laugh of someone in her life now, but of someone from her past. 

“Fuck around and find out.” 

His words haunt you. It sends shivers down your spine. It creates a vomit inducing whirlwind in the pit of your stomach. What are you about to do…

“Yes, I want it,” you mutter under your breath with eyes glued to the carpet before you.

“On your knees.” 

With a trembling lip, you push off of your elbows and land upon your knees. You place your hands in your lap as you see him move in your peripherals. Only then do you grow the courage to raise your gaze. 

With his back turned, he slowly pulls down the black cloak wrapped around his body. With each tug of the cloth, a new area of skin is exposed. A skin that is pale, almost like he hasn’t seen the light of day. 

He bends over to crash his knife against your parent’s bedside table. His body is thin, but muscular around the hips. Little dimples shining back at you just above his waist. A solid black line tattooed thick and a foot long curved around his ribcage. Little small indents between each and every rib. 

He turns around with a swift twist and your eyes pull from him, fearful of the white, distorted face. You can see that he still keeps that mask on, even though you know what he’s about to have you do. One of the most intimate things you can do with a person and you won’t even see his face.

He rushes to grab the knife, seemingly upset with your wandering gaze. He pushes the tip against your chin once more, forcing your eyes upon him. He stands before you, sunken in forward-hanging hips. His chest is riddled with tattoos, filled with frightening spiders and demons that have you wondering exactly who you are kneeling before. His knife guides you closer to his crotch. 

“Take them off,” he whispers, a new and terrifying voice. 

Your hands slowly reach for his belt. He huffs with satisfaction as he abruptly pulls the knife from you, dropping it back against the table. You keep your eyes on the patch of hair trailing down his lower stomach. 

Your body moves, detached and robotic, as you grab hold of the belt’s tongue. You push it back, unhooking it from its buckle. The black, tight textured leather pushes slightly off the tips of your fingers. Your lips begin to quiver as you pull the belt around his waist and his hips draw further forward. 

You can see how his abdomen shifts with each breath. Shuddered and quick, almost like he wasn’t able to catch enough air. Was he nervous too? 

With delicate hands, you twist the button through his black jeans. You can hear a weak exhale as the denim opens and spreads against the growing mass beneath. The heat resonates off of it and you begin to feel dizzy. 

His breath is officially shaky and loud. Your fingers slowly curve around the band of his dark red boxers. There, you can see where the happy trail leads you. A light brown cloud of curls that makes you light headed and forces dirty, regretful thoughts to emerge. You pull just a little further, just to see a little more - just before his haunting grip wraps around your wrist once again. 

“Ow,” you utter under your breath. This time you raise your eyes to him without hesitation. He stares back at you with a hand slowly floating to your face just before he presses his thumb against your lips. He is gentle, the first instance of soft touch, as he drags it across your mouth. 

He quickly digs his thumb against your lower gum before pulling upon your lower lip. You let out a squeak, pain strikes your mouth as the tiny, little vein stretches between your gums and inner lip. 

“Get this off, now.” 

He rips his hand from your mouth, dropping your lip from his grasp. You run your tongue against your bottom lip, tasting the smallest bit of copper. You straighten up your back as you hook your fingers into his waistline. You tug his jeans and boxers, skinny and tight, down to his knees. He drops back onto the bed with legs wide and slightly bouncing as he shakes his pants down to his ankles. 

You try to keep a straight face as you watch his cock flip back against his stomach. Swallowing hard, you place your hands at his upper thighs. You could feel him shuddering away from your touch. You were almost unsure if you were doing the right thing. If you had wildly misread the entire situation. Your eyes fall upon him, wanting some reassurance. He gives you a nod to continue. 

You can feel yourself melting at the sight. A staff so incredibly stiff, standing at attention and waiting for your unholy lips to wrap around them. The warm pooling sensation tickling your clit feels sinful, feels wrong. Shouldn’t you be afraid? 

And yet, you’re excited. 

You catch yourself squeezing your knees tightly against each other. Your fingers rest at his base, feeling the firm vein throb beneath your fingertips. His breath hitches with every touch. You can tell that he struggles to keep his knees wide enough for your tits to press into the mattress between them. 

You lick your lips as your eyes ogle over his length. Your fingers wrap around it and can barely meet each other on the other side. Frankly, a part of you wondered if it would fit - if you’d be able to hold your breath long enough. The other part was excited for the challenge. 

Your fingers slowly begin to explore the tight skin. To feel every crevice and try your best not to imagine it inside. You pull back against his foreskin, revealing the head beneath. There you could see the translucent bead of precum awaiting your drooling tongue. 

Without hesitation, you press the flesh of your tongue against his slit. You soak up the salty surprise while involuntarily squeezing his base. You can feel him pulling away, almost as though he was pushing off the bed - but you had him right where you wanted him. 

Your thumb brushes against his slit, begging for just one more drop. Your hips are flush against the side of the mattress.You can feel them begin to grind against its firmness, around the same time you lower your lips around its head. 

A soft, little groan floats in the air between you. His breath hitching with each and every lick. His body quivering beneath you, begging you for more. He clears his throat, hiding his moans as he tenderly grinds his waist against you. 

The ghost of a man digs into the mattress with all of his weight. His breath is hot and harsh. His legs and abdomen grow tense beneath you. Silence fills the air as you flick your tongue around his head. A soft gentle stroke against his base.

You hollow your cheeks, taking him in. Your body begins to crave it. The memories of what happened just before gradually begin to dissipate with each suck. All you know now is what is before you. A twitching rod that perfectly fills your mouth. 

Your eyes close with lashes fluttering beneath furrowed brows. Your hand works in tandem with your swallowing mouth. Your other hand lightly rubbing a thumb against his \ sack. You can feel yourself digging against the mattress. Your grip tightening. Your body moving as a never ending wave. 

Everything is working with each other. You lose yourself. You’re not thinking of anything but him. Anything but making those sweet little moans come back. 

After taking in a harsh breath, he smacks his lips and entangles his fingers through your hair. He grips onto a bundle of strands, applying pulsating pulls that fit along with your throbbing cunt. “God, just like that,” he mewls. His own hips slowly growing in strength as he ruts against your face. The movement now afflicts him, as you both create an ongoing wave of pleasure. 

Everything about who or what he is falls away. 

“Shhhit, fucking shit.” 

Your pressure becomes harder and faster in rhythm. Your teeth gently press against the curve of his head. Your fingers rub against his perineum, spreading circles as his body shakes and quivers. “J - Just like that, don’t fucking stop,” he yells out, practically cracking his voice. 

But his grip suddenly turns harsh as he pulls against that bundle of hair. You hum in pain, but continue taking him in. Taking in as much as you can before gagging against his engorged cock. Any time you pull away, you can see the strands of saliva connecting you both. 

“Don’t you fucking stop, you whore.” 

Both hands are suddenly gripping harshly against the back of your head. His hips thrusting up, strong and forceful. You can hear yourself choking against him while struggling to breathe. He holds you there, pressed down until he rips you away. You fall back onto your elbows once more, completely knocked off balance and gasping for breath. 

You are reminded of the danger once more. Of who you are with, but this time fear doesn’t strike your heart. 

You drag the back of your hand against your swollen lips. He pushes off the mattress swift and smooth. His hands now digging against the bones of your hips. Once getting a good grip, he throws you face first against the sturdy bed. His entire body is hot against you. 

You feel the knife cool against your skin, just before he hooks it up and rips a slit down your shirt. You can feel him hard against your shorts, beginning to fit against you like a key. Suddenly, you feel kisses upon your lower back. You raise your head, trying to grab a glimpse but his large hands smash your face against the mattress. A brutal, “No” rings through the air. 

His fingers dig into your waistline, ripping the shorts off of you until you rest ass up and on your knees once again. His hands press against your inner thighs, pushing your knees farther apart while keeping you stable against the top of the bed. His hand grips against the curve of your ass, holding it tight before slapping the muscle and watching it bounce. You jerk at the sensation. A white hot feeling runs through your chest creating a floating sensation. 

You want this, oh god, do you want this. 

He rips each side of your panties without hesitation. His thumb flush against your freshly bare clit as he rubs little circles that cause eyes to roll back into your head. You moan against the blanket as you grind your hips backwards onto him. Little taunting circular motions, begging him for his dick. 

He pushes a finger inside of you before laying his chest flush against your back. You gasp as you feel him curl against your g-spot. He leans into your ear and you can feel the flickers of soft hair against your upper back. 

“Tight for daddy,” he coos in a way that makes you clench around his thick finger. “Do you want it?”

“Yes.” 

“Beg for it.”

“I need your cock. Please, please,” your begs are genuine as you feel the tensing pressure of him tickling your bumpy spot. He pushes your head against the mattress with just the right amount of force.

“You can do better than that. Beg for it like you begged for your life.” 

“Please, please. I’ll do anything. Please fuck me. It hurts, and I need you to make me feel better. Please you can’t leave me like this.” Your body is aggressively grinding back as you cry out for him, forcing his finger in and out of you with each of your movements. 

You can feel his breath hitch as his other hand digs crescent shaped moons around your waist. “Good girl.” You hear the rip of a wrapper as you lean into your elbows. You wish you could be free, free of this clothing. It is unbearably hot. You wish you could see him, mask and all, just to have your tits exposed for him - for him to put them in his mouth.

Slowly, you feel pressure against your opening. His rather large head pushing, spreading your lips and soaking in your juices. Despite how delicate his hands are, he bottoms out within you in one solid swoop. Only the slightest bit of discomfort, seeing as he got you nice and wet before exploring your insides. 

You scream, louder than you’ve ever allowed yourself to be with another person. A scream of pleasure. You can feel his hand thick against your spine as he props himself up by using you as a base. His thrusts are slow, dragging against every single part of your gummy walls. 

“Fuuuucck,” he whimpers. “God, you feel so good.” 

Gradually, his pacing becomes rapid and rampant. You can feel yourself almost giving in, giving in to the red hot of your body and wanting to watch from above. A level of pleasure that you have never reached before - now, never wanting to leave. 

He falls against your back again with a hand now thickly entangled within your hair. He pulls you back, tilting your head to bring your face closer to his own. He bends down to whisper, “I need to hear you. I need everyone to hear you.” 

His rhythm is quick and steady. It causes butterflies to flutter across your chest and down your arms. You cry out, fumbling the words, begging for more from your new god. God of sex, god of pleasure, god of ecstacy. How does he know exactly where to touch you to make your nipples harden and feel ripples of goose bumps across your skin? How could two bodies that have never touched before fit so perfectly into each other? 

You lean back against his cock, sliding in and out of you. Forcing your opening to tighten even more, desperate not to let him go. “Oh - just like that. Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you fucking stop doing that. God…” his voice drowns out. 

Your entire body feels on fire. A pit in your stomach and you need to burst, but you couldn’t - not without him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiit,” you whine as you press your forehead against the mattress. “Harder!” You demand, and he does just that. 

His hands grip around you, holding you right where he wants you before slapping you back harsh against his hip bones. Little bit of pain, but what’s pleasure without it? “Oh god, yes,” you cry out. Your voice whimpering as eyes roll to the back of your head. “God, fuck yes!” 

He rips at your hair, pulling you back to look up to the ceiling as he fucks you silly. Your back arching against his sweaty chest. Your eyes remain closed but your mouth is gaping, begging for anything. Your hips rutting as he flickers deep within you. “Don’t stop - don’t you fucking stop,” he says with a quivering voice. 

“I’m gonna - “ he yells out. “Oh, oh, god. Oh god.” His voice hitches at the very end, right when you feel him press harshly against your hips and hold you there. Your entire body begins to spasm. All dams now cracked and destroyed as your walls squeeze around him. 

You can feel him twitching inside you, bursting with ecstasy. You can feel his hand at the base of your spine before he slowly pulls from you. You clench and gripe, not wanting him to leave - to just stay inside filling you with his cum. 

As he pulls out of you, you roll over, feeling the warmth begin to drip down your bum. Hoping to catch just a glimpse but he is already facing the wall. Somehow the mask already on. He pulls up his jeans, resting them lazily against his hip bones. He reaches for his knife, holding it in his hand as he turns back to you. 

“I won’t say anything,” falls from your lips faster than you’d like. You raise your hands to your side, taking quick breaths as nerves ripple throughout you. “If you promise to come back.” The words fall soft and sweet. You are completely genuine and, truly, not yet ready for him to leave. 

Your masked murderer, now a new favorite fuck buddy. A dick worth dreaming about. A dick worth waiting for. 

He rushes you, hand to neck, digging his hips into you. His knife shines beside your face as he twists it. The act no longer causes a gasp to fall from your lips. You lean into it, wanting him - all of him. He lightly drags it against your cheeks, down your jaw, neck, collar bone, leaving no marks in its place. 

Once it hooks against the hem of your shirt, his hand grabs at your collar before slicing his knife down the middle of your shirt and revealing the bra beneath. You breath hitches, only slightly expecting to be killed on the spot, but now completely infatuated with how much he continues to surprise you. 

With a swift clip, he swings his knife at the pretty little bow between the cups of your bra - revealing your nipples as the cloth falls past your waist. He drags the blade against your sternum before tracing circles around the flesh of your breast and nipples. 

“I promise.” 

note: proud of this & hoping ii didn't cross any lines (please let me know if i did), i hope you liked it! don't forget to reblog or i'll sick ghost face eddie on you 👹

coming up next sunday → week three: bondage with spencer reid

✷ kinktober2023 mlist ✷ navigation ✷ impromptu prompts ✷

[munsonifysmain]

@munsonify - x reader inserts

dni: bigots, homophobes, transphobes, racists, sexists, TERFs, TRUMP SUPPORTERS, desantis supporters, pro-isreal/anti-palestine, or anyone hateful and intending to spread hate.