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loaksbitch · 1 year

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ok this is based on request, but imagine jake sully fucking you with pure hated cause your existence alone fucking irritates him yet he can’t keep his hand off of you yes? HECK YES

warning(s) – enemies with benefits, angry sex, mean jake, clit stimulation, overstimulation, cervix fucking, dumbfication, owning kink (if that’s a thing), cussing, orgasm denial, choking, slight hair pulling, cum stuffing, reader is a bratty minx too.

jake was sat across the hut, reshaping his arrow tip to hunt for later and very much annoyed on how youre in front of him, chewing on your thumbnail so fucking loud, on eywa you’re was so bitchy.

for the past half hours he was trying so hard to block out the chewing sound yet nothing helped, especially with your very aware self doing that purposely.

“can you stop doing that?” jake huffs, doing his best to control his growing anger and hatred.

“what?” you say with an attitude, a brow arched and giving him a stare.

you and you’re fucking attitude. jake licks his lips, tongue poking through his cheek. “that, stop chewing loud you’re distracting me.” he says, pointing to where his reshaped arrows are.

you click your tongue, nodding your head to the door. “if you’re disturbed, the door is that way.” your words are pushing him on edge, wanting to rip you and do things, you on other hand was also feeling the same and you want him away from your sight.

“this place is not yours.” he spat, tone showing a tint of anger. you’re hitting jackpot. “and it’s not yours.” you bite back.

a deep growl leaves his chest, jake frowning as he starts to speed his knife against the wooden arrow. he decides to ignore you, thinking it’s the best to steam down his anger, fuck he really hates you it’s making his cock twitch.

you’re not done with him, especially after yesterday night when he literally scared the cute na’vi male who was talking to you away. this bitch deserves to go crazy with your existence.

“slow down.” you say, voice high and pushing him to the edge. “i swear to God, y/n if you don’t shut the fu—“ you dare to cut him off, you fucking cut him off and his nostrils flared.

“you might not want to cut those fingers, do you?” you tease, empathizing with the fact he has five fingers and is different from the na’vi’s.

he blinks, eyes twitching and triggered before he snaps his head to yours.

“i’m sick of your bitchy self today.” he tries to humble you but you find ways to slap his face with your fiery mouth. “and i'm sick of your bitchy self every day.” you say and jake loudly hissed, amber eyes strictly glaring at you.

“fuck you.” he grumbles

“fuck you.” you hiss back.

done with his shit, you decide to leave and get on your feet. he smirks, lips opening to get on your nerves. “leaving already?” you don’t reply, only one plan in your mind. you’re gonna destroy this man.

intentionally, you walk over to where reshaped and non shaped separated arrows are and nudge your leg to them. you feel them tumble, falling and mixing together. “oops.” you giggle,

jakes’ smirk drops, fading so quickly, this was the last string of patience he had. he lets a terrific chuckle out and your body shivers, maybe you’ve taken it too far.

“you little bitch.” he was now on his feet, walking to you and grabbing you by your hair. you two always ended up in a fight, him not caring if you're a female or you not caring if he was male. you just go for it, punching him when he dared to touch your hair.

“the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you turn to him, face red with anger as well. you’ve always hated when someone had you by your hair. you poke on his chest, pushing him while you knew this drives him insane with maddens cause he hates getting pushed too.

“don’t. push. me.”

both of your eyes were on fire and burning holes to each other’s skull. you swallow nervously yet hold your ground and not let him see how he was intimidating you.

“don’t be an asshat and you won’t be pushed.” you said quietly.

“fuck you.” he says, voice to deep.

“fuck you.” you’re on your tiptoes now, chin raised high to show you’re not scared or bottoming out.

without any warnings his lips were on yours, hot and wet as he takes your lips and devour you. anger was still in him but the lust is winning. both of you are fighting until he was biting on your lips and making you involuntarily moan.

it was his chance, tongue being shoved inside your mouth and being tied. he moans to the kiss. jake suddenly pulls you closer and you whine, hands skimming to his chest and push him away.

he licks his lips, eyes lingering on your lips before lifting to see your eyes. you wipe your lips with your arm, spitting on the floor with disgust. oh trust me, you were so fucking turned on but had to pretend.

“don’t wipe my kiss off your lips.” he demands and you scoff, wiping more and watch his eyes squint, a chuckle leaving him.

“fine then, i’ll mark you all over your body and see if you can wipe it.” he spits and you’re being scooped to his shoulder.

you don’t fight cause you know you want this, but at the same time you’re nervous.

before you know it, you’re being thrown to the hammock, jake crawling on top of you and you almost moan at the sight. “what the fuck are you doing?” you ask, not letting him have a chance to know you’re wanting him right now.

“i think your sexy ass knows exactly what i’m doing.” your inside twists, pussy pulsing at his words. he doesn’t miss how your legs close themselves and he nods, smirking. “that turns you, doesn't it?” you look away when he holds onto your knees and forces them open.

“fuck you.” you say again and this time jake grins. “please do.” he begs this time.

he was between your legs, your loincloth getting ripped away and him untying his gently. he’s so passive aggressive. “i’m gonna fuck you till you’re screaming my name only.” he leans to nudge on your cheek with his nose.

“fuck off, i’m not doing–“ jake was again kissing you, rough and angry that almost breaks your skin. your legs are roughly pushed wider. “i fucking hate you.” he reminds you and anger bubbles in you, “i fucking hate you too–hngh..!” you struggle to answer when pleasure strikes you as jake cups your heat.

“you’re so fucking wet.” your eyes almost roll up to your head, his husky voice being too much. jake was admiring the way he bruised your blue skin when he was marking your neck.

jake trails hot wet kisses down your cleavage and to your breast. you drew a deep breath between your teeth when he took your nipple. jake locked his eyes with yours when he tugged on your nipple, letting it roll between his teeth. the sharpness of his teeth scraping on your nipple and making you shudder.

he leaned back, getting on his knees and glaring at you as he told you how he is proud with the effect he had on you with his eyes. your temper was flaring.

you pull your legs to your chest and try to close them but jake was fast. “uh-uh.” he grips onto your ankle and yanks your legs back open. you grit your teeth, fighting him and his masculine ass to get off of you.

“baby.” he sternly calls and you freeze, “the fuck did you just call me?” you slap his hand away from you when he tries to reach and brush your messy hair from your forehead. “i ain’t your baby.” you growl.

“fine, you want it the hard way?” he spits. “i’ll fuck you then.”

you’re getting pushed back and pinned to the hammock. “fucking stay like that or else…” he threats and you scoff. “no, you don’t tell me what to you, i’m not yours to obey around.”

“you’re not mine?” he arched his brow and you're silent, looking away and staring at the roof until hands are firm, grip on your jaw turns you and makes you meet his gaze. “you’re not mine?” of course at the end of the day you’re his.

“yes, you don’t own me.” every time his nostrils flared, you were very happy because he was getting upset. “we will see about that.” and then he was leaning down to capture your other breast that didn’t get attention.

you were fast to throw your head back, moaning when you felt him lightly bite on your bud and make you squirm under him. you didn’t realize you were pushing his head away from your chest until jake was grabbing your wrist and throwing it away.

right then you arch your back for him to suck on your nipple more he stops and you whine. “you’re not mine huh? you sure you don’t want to take that back?” you huff, eyes telling him you’re not changing your mind.

“yeah,” you spit, watching him grin, “is that so?” he says.

“yes, because you’re— argh!” you groan when his other hand roughly parts your fold and sinks in until his knuckle is a barrier. jake was so rough when he fingers you, your cunt squeezing him deliciously.

your eyes widen when you catch his cock jump and point straight to the roof, precum leaking from the angry tip of his dick. he can imagine how warm and tight you are.

“relax.” he curls his finger inside you, thumb flicking your clit. “relax for me.” he hates you yet look at him going all ‘relax for me’ on you.

“you’re so pathetic, so fucking dumb on my fingers.” he pulls his two fingers out before shoving them in you.

“who am i?” he asks and your answer causes him to curl his fingers inside you. “you’re an asshole!” you mweled. “asshole? i’m an asshole?” jake pinches on your thigh when you try to close them on his hand.

“c’mon pretty, i know you’re better than that. who am i?”

you’re silent, only soft breath leaving you. jake can feel how you pulse on his fingers, telling him you’re about to come. “what the–“ your eyes shoot open when you feel jake pull his hands away from you.

“open your legs wider, be fast.” for once you do as you’re told and jake hums, pleased.

“you’re not gonna get that far until you say you’re mine.” he was very serious and you gulped. you’re spread open and jake closes his eyes when the scent of your leaking slick hits his nose.

you smell so tempting and delicious.

your gaze follows him when he settles between your legs. “gonna fuck some sense into you now.” you throbbed when you said that, feeling your wetness leaking out of you fast and clenching on nothing but air.

jake held both of your legs, pushing them up to your chest and folding you half. it was his turn to squat, watching your exposed and pink folds shining as his angry tip circles on the slit.

“please,” you catch yourself slipping, pride somehow demolished. jake was surprised, “what? can’t hear you.” he gives you an attitude.

you don’t fight back, just wanting to be filled with his dick. “please i need you inside me.” he wasn’t up for teasing now. he needed you as much as you needed him. “fuuuck.” he moans, watching your face attentively when your jaw hungs open.

pain and pleasure hit you, he was not giving you any time to get accustomed to his length. jake thrusts into you, angry and rough.

“you’re mine?” he asks, taking advantage of your hazy mind but you’re no near to being hazy. “fuck off.” you hiss when he pushes your leg to your chest more, almost blocking your lungs from your stretching.

“hm, i’m asking you in a minute and i’ll need you to get it right yeah?” you only moan. jake pressed his body to your folded leg, grabbing your hips and titling your pelvis. you scream when he hits the right spot.

hands sought to his broad shoulders and pushed him when he ruined your tight cunt, it was painful when he started to slip in more. jake can’t help but get shocked when he fucks you open. his cock was literally in your cervix.

“it hurts.” you whine but jake only shushes you. hands wiping on the tears that appear on your eyes. “shh, you’re okay. i’m just so deep, f-fuck don’t do that.” he grips on your hips when you tighten on him. your warm breath hits his lips on how close he is and pressing himself on you.

hands that were wiping your tears slides to hold onto your wrists that keep pushing him away and moving them away from him. “who am i, baby?” you’re now completely gone, his dick controlling your brain and body, even your breath when he ruts to you.

tears are leaking from your eyes as he keeps thrusting into you, abusing your walls and bruising them. you moan and cry louder, nothing making sense with the pleasure and pain you’re feeling.

your breath shortens when jake wraps his large hand on your throat, oh mother eyw—

“who am i?” his tone changes on the last word and you scream? giving in easily. “jake! jake sully!” you cry out, orgasm bubbling in you, you want it out of you, the growing pressure. you want jake to rip it out of you.

“okay, that’s it.” he pats your temple, “ seems like ’m knocking some sense in you.”

“now,” he kisses your forehead, hate still bubbling in him. “you’re mine, yeah?” you wanted to shake your head. wanted to punch him. wanted to…

“c’mon, say it and i’ll give you what you need.”

“i’m yours, i’m yours, i’m yours.” the moment you said it, jake felt something in him burn with ego. you’re his, you gave yourself to him. no going back now.

“good fucking girl.” he huffs, pulling out of you and causing you to cry, like seriously cry loud and he spreads your leg apart, hands wrapping on your waist before he helps you get on him.

your ass sets against his strong thighs and you moan when he easily slipped inside you.

“JAKE!” you yell when he pushes you down, bottoming out before grazing on your earlobe. “you’re mine, you get it? a part of you is mine and i own you.” you hate how his words made your insides clench.

tears are shed, heart in pain with no reason. “i hate you.” you tell him and he smiles, pulling you close to him and hugging you as he fucks himself in you. “i hate you too.” jake chuckles when you hide yourself on his chest.

“i’m gonna cum…” you whine, feeling the man holding you close. “i got you, i’m here.” at this point the hate is confusing because jake doesn’t know what he is feeling any more.

you let go, trusting the man you hate the most and coming. he was soon taking your step, manly whining and hiding himself to the crook of your neck. “shit.” he moans, loading himself in you.

he suddenly feels you pushing him away and hips buckling causing him to slip out of you. he was about to ask what was wrong until glaring at him with pure rage.

“this never happened.” you bark and watch him confused and try to understand. “what?” he innocently asks and you point at him then, down to his semi-hard cock. “this, me and you. we never did it.”

right then it hits him, jake gets that you don’t want this to get out of you two, it was like a dirty secret and jake felt annoyed. “you don’t want no one to know?” you’re quick to nod. “yes.” as much as he wants to show you off.

if you want this then he got you, he was gonna bite his tongue and sit back and you watch him hesitate before nodding.

“good.” you state and move from him to fetch on your loincloth. he only stares at you, the tension you both had a while ago long gone and his amber eyes following you as the mean man he was before disappeared. you don’t even spare him a look as you dress and leave the hut.

too confused and trying to process what just happened.

like + reblog is very appreciated but not pressured! i love each and everyone of you sm!

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moralesmilesanhour · 9 months

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Ooo hi, can you write something with gamer/streamer Miles G? Maybe he and the reader just chill and play games talking about life or whatever.

streamer miles!

Ok this went in a sliiightly different direction but the general premise is the same i hope that's ok lmao (also lowkey trying a new writing style/approach)

A/N: comment which animal crossing villager you think miles would like if u want 🫶🏾

You only really see a fraction of a person online.

The messy, disagreeable thoughts that don’t fit into a neat little post, every time you’ve ever tripped over something and ate shit, all of your worst outfits - none of it exists if you don’t make it known. If you decide you’ve never stumbled over your own feet a day in your life, then it’s so. No one’s gonna claw their way through your screen and check.

For example, you had never seen Miles Morales smile with his teeth before until you clicked on his livestream, and none of his viewers would ever be able to guess.

He was laughing at some joke being made in the chat.

“Y’all are terrible,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Miles’ stream had been recommended to you by the ever-mysterious, totally-not-creepy algorithm ‘based on your location’, and the thumbnail with his dimples on full display piqued your curiosity.

He’d been passing by once when you accidentally dropped your books and folders while rushing to class. He knelt down and picked them up without a word, dropping them into your hands in a much neater stack than they had originally been in, from largest to smallest.

Your eyes met for less than two seconds, but you could’ve sworn that there was a softness to them that couldn’t be caught from a distance.

“Thanks!” you called out as the late bell rang. He only nodded before turning away, not bothering to walk any faster.

You never spoke to him again, having no idea what you’d even say. He rarely spoke outside of class, but you had assumed that based on the way he skulked down the hallway and the permanent ‘I’m bored’ look on his face, that he’d be playing something a little more…serious? ‘God of War’ maybe, or ‘Last of Us’. Or some sports-related game that you couldn’t understand.

Certainly not ‘Animal Crossing’.

Tentatively, your fingers hovered over the keyboard as the stream of comments began to slow, and you wondered if he’d be more likely to see it if you commented this instant.

–Who’s ur favorite villager?

There, nice and simple. Inoffensive.

Miles squinted his eyes at what was presumably a second monitor.

“Who’s my favorite villager?” His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before he put two and two together. “Oh! You mean the li’l animals and shit. Um, the blue penguin? Ace? I like him.”

You sat back and watched him play for another fifteen minutes, most of which were spent figuring out what direction a couch sitting inside his virtual home should face. His voice was low and almost raspy, but…muted. As if someone had turned the volume down on it like you would the radio. He was fortunate to own a decent microphone.

–You got your own PC?

It seems you got lucky a second time, and Miles paused to read your comment aloud once again.

“Yyup,” he answered proudly. “Put it together myself. I’ll do a tour one day. My setup is wavy, you’ll see!”

He continued going back and forth with the comments in chat, occasionally thanking some for making small donations. The fact of him making anything at all just from playing a video game was impressive.

Miles remarked on the ‘classical style’ of one of the buildings on his island, and you snorted. Nerd.

–bro thinks he’s an architect

This made him giggle. A light, breathy sound that you would hardly expect to come out of him.

“You’re a hater, man. Watch me get hired as soon as I’m outta college and build yo’ next apartment building.”

You looked down at your phone and realized it was nearly one in the morning. With a yawn, you said your goodbyes in the comments and left the stream.

The cafeteria was full by the time you got downstairs, leaving not a single space on the white benches save for two completely empty ones near the back.

Well, not completely empty.

As you weaved in between students carrying trays of slop with milk cartons, a familiar pair of cornrows came into view.

It’s now or never.

Timidly, you slid onto the bench right beside Miles. Focused on his meal and the tattered sketchbook he carried around, he looked up at you with just his eyes.

“Hey,” you tried to greet him casually with an awkward smile. “I saw you ye–I mean, I…I saw you. In general.”

His blinked slowly. “We all go to the same school.”

You cleared your throat.

“...Right. We-uh, met in the hallway.”

“You dropped all your books on the floor.”

“Yeah!” you replied a little too loudly. “I just, um, wanted to say hi.”

“...hi.”

There was a stretch of silence as you sifted through a list of topics to rescue the conversation, and a lightbulb went off.

“Do you have any hobbies? Other than drawing, I mean.”

Miles gave up on sketching and answered, “Video games.”

“Which ones you been playing recently?”

“Uh, Mortal Kombat, 2K,” he counted on his fingers, “and Animal Crossing, just to see what it was about–”

“Oh, you’re really good at that one!”

You both froze. Uh-oh.

“And how exactly do you know that?”

“I-I mean, you just…look…like the type?”

You started frantically chipping away at the remaining nail polish on your fingers. Not even you could believe that one.

A tiny grin played on his lips.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Soon the bell rang, saving you from making any further incriminating comments.

“See you in class?”

“Yeah, see you in class,” Miles replied, before tilting his head. “Or wherever I see you.”

#y'all like my lil gradient i like this color #miles morales fic #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #moralesanhour

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realwitchieshit · 5 months

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Bad Idea, Right?

Summary: Your ex, Melissa, invites you over when you’re out with friends. Despite your better judgement, you go see her.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, implied cheating (kind of?), gender neutral!r but there is one use of the word “girl”, lmk if i should add more! :)

A/N: this fic is inspired by “bad idea, right?” by olivia rodrigo. this is my first fic so i’m sorry if it’s bad. enjoy!

part 2

The beat of the club’s music vibrated throughout your chest as you danced with your friends, the dim lighting making it hard for you to see anything but black silhouettes. This had been one of the only times you’d all been able to go out this month, your friend group having your own things going on. You were pretty tipsy at that point, having thrown back a couple of vodka shots reluctantly.

Despite the booming of the bass, you still felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You pulled it out, looking to see who was calling you. The words DO NOT ANSWER were plastered on your phone screen, the contact name you gave Melissa after you went to see her “just to catch up”. Before you had the chance to scurry off to the bathroom to answer the call, there was a hand on your elbow.

“Girl, do not answer that,” Your friend, Mira, warned, wearing a look of worriedness and sternness.

You watched the phone screen as it turned black, your stomach turned, “I’m just gonna tell her I’m busy…”

“You’re doing so good, babe. Don’t let all that work go to waste.” Mira was right, you hadn’t been alone with Melissa at all in the last month. You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating. Would it really be that bad to call her back and tell her you’re busy?

“I’m just gonna call her back and tell her I’m busy, I swear.” You said, causing Mira to drop your arm and drop her with a look that said “are you serious right now?” She seemed like she wanted to say something but decided against it, instead just shrugging and turning back to the group reluctantly.

You pushed through a sweaty crowd of people to get to the bathroom. Once there, you opened your calling app. You chewed on your thumbnail, second-guessing yourself. This was practically a routine now, Melissa would call you and you would drop everything you were doing to go see her. The only reason the routine had stopped was because the last time you were there, Melissa had rudely woken you up in the morning by throwing your clothes at you. She told you Gary was coming over and you needed to either leave or pretend to be sleeping in her guest room.

Yes, she’s your ex and is actively talking to someone else, but she’s also your coworker. It’s good to be friendly with your coworkers. And besides, can’t two people reconnect?

With that, you clicked on Melissa’s contact and called her. You placed the phone to your ear, still nibbling on your thumbnail. The line rang for a total of two and times before you heard a quiet “hey”.

“Hi, I saw that you called.” You muttered around your nail.

“Yeah, I was gonna ask if you would wanna come over.” There was a beat of silence before she added, “I made some tiramisu for Barb and I have some leftovers.”

Tiramisu. You hadn’t had tiramisu since you and Melissa broke up. You had attempted to make it yourself one night, but you failed miserably. Melissa probably knew that.

“I don’t know, Mel. I don’t think we can keep doing this and I’m–” Before you could say that you’re out with friends, Melissa interrupted you.

“C’mon, hon. It’s just tiramisu, nothin’ else.” Her tone lowered in that way it did when she was trying to sound serious, it made you smile lightly. “Nothin’ else” usually meant Melissa would wait at least five minutes before she began trying to get you into bed, and she would often succeed.

“I’m tipsy.”

“Great, so am I. I’ll order you an Uber.”

You sighed, leaning your head against the bathroom wall. Here we go again.

“I’m… on the way.” With that, you told her where you were and said goodbye.

You went back out onto the dancefloor, finding your group and telling them goodbye, feigning illness. A chorus of “aww”’s and “we have to go out again soon”’s broke out in front of you while Mira looked at you disappointedly while shaking her head slowly. You shot her an apologetic smile and made your way to the exit. You stood outside the club, the late summer night breeze caressing your skin gently.

The ride to Melissa’s house was quiet, the Uber driver having the music set to a quiet volume. When the car pulled up to her neighbor’s driveway, you stepped out and thanked him. You waited until the car was out of your sight before walking down the road to Melissa’s house, just like she’s told you to. Due to the lack of clothing your clubbing outfit included, the once cool breeze made you shiver as you waited for Melissa to open the door.

She opened the door with a shit-eating grin on her face and a glass of wine, making you crack a smile and look down at your shoes. She sidestepped to let you inside, looking you up and down. You ignored her gaze and walked in, enjoying how her house always seemed to be set at the perfect temperature. You walked straight to her kitchen, telling yourself that you would only have a piece and take whatever leftovers she had.

“Did you get all dressed up for me?” She asked playfully, earning her a quick glare from you.

“No, I was out with some friends.” You answered, cutting a piece of tiramisu and setting it on the plate you had already gotten from the cabinet.

Melissa’s brows furrowed, “Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt your gathering. I could’ve just brought you some on Monday.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t having that much fun, anyway.” You and Melissa both knew that was a lie, when you were out with friends, especially Mira, it was damn near impossible to get you home. Even so, Melissa brushed it off and watched as you moved about the kitchen to get a fork before settling across from her at the island. There was a silence in the room as you ate your tiramisu, a sort of tense silence.

“Well, can I make it up to you? Barb recommended this really good red, so we can sit on the couch and have some wine.” She offered, you gripped your fork tighter.

You were about to tell her no, you really were, but then you looked up at her. She didn’t look different from the last time you saw her, which was yesterday, but your heart still skipped a beat when you looked into those green eyes. It’s like all higher-brain function had stopped abruptly, the voice of reason drowned out by a certain redhead’s voice. You tapped your fork against the plate and looked at your watch. It was still early. Just a glass of wine or two, then you’ll order an Uber and go home.

“Sure. But no funny business.” You pointed your fork at her with a playful smirk.

She raised her hands, “No funny business. Just wine to make up for your lost night.”

A glass of wine turned to two, and two turned into three, and before you knew it Melissa had you laid down on the couch while she kissed down your neck. In this now much more inebriated state, all you could focus on was how Melissa’s lips felt against your skin and how nice her perfume smelled. You felt Melissa’s hands begin fiddling with the button of your shorts and you snapped out of your haze. This is a bad idea, right? This is a seriously terrible, stupid, idiotic idea, right?

“Melissa,” You breathed out. She pulled away from your neck, lifting herself to look at you. She looked breathtaking, her hair falling around her face, her lip gloss smudged, her cheeks lightly flushed from the wine and the makeout session you just shared.

“Yeah?” She asked, her voice just as breathless as yours. It made your heart jump.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

“Bedroom.”

She smirked at you, lifting off the couch and grabbing your hand to pull you with her. She leads you to her room, fingers intertwined. Tomorrow, you’ll be telling your friends that you just tripped and fell into her bed.

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti fanfic #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x you #leigh writes #melissa schemmenti imagine

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her-power · 6 months

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The End of All Things (Part Two: e.m. x fem reader)

TRIGGER & C/W: 18++++ MDNI, Mama is serious!

Part One

Sweet! Semi-dom! Eddie, hurt/comfort, mostly fluff, death, talk of death, grief, descriptions of a deceased person, swearing, making out, smut, unprotected p in v (be smart, not dumb) oral/fingering outside (f receiving), shower sex, gentle choking, humor, more death talk, alcohol use, heavy drug use. This content has heavy subject material about death, dying and loss, please do not read if you are not comfortable with this. ESPECIALLY if you have recently experienced a loss and you are newly grieving. If you also feel something like this is gonna be therapeutic, do what you think feels right for you. I tried to be as accurate as possible, I put in my own experiences with funeral homes, etc

Summary: This follows the reader as they try to navigate this new love with their best friend Eddie Munson, while also navigating loss and what comes after. This takes place 5 years after S4. Reader & Eddie are in their mid twenties. The year is 1991. The song in this chapter is based off A Day to Remember song, so they get all the credit for it. I've decided to make this into 5 parts. I realized as I was writing this part there's been a theme each chapter that was completely unintentional and I'm really excited on how this is gonna go now. Enjoy!

Word Count: 13.3k

A/N: This is based off of a life changing event that happened to me when I was seventeen. This is for everyone who has suffered a loss of a loved one, a pet, a friend, a parent, a sibling. I see you and I love you. Thank you SO much for reading Part One. I honestly didn't think it was gonna get a lot of feedback like it has been, so I appreciate all of you beautiful people.

The late afternoon sun was bright and hot. The kids in the neighborhood were doing backflips in their pools, laughing and splashing each other as they welcome Summer with open arms. You sat in the living room with your father, and your uncle. All of you sat around the coffee table, and Eddie paces behind you, biting his thumbnail. Robin had come by the house earlier in the day, awkwardly and sweetly offering her condolences and almost having a full-blown happy tear crying fit when she realized you and Eddie were together.

It had been two days since your mother’s death, and the funeral home needed answers on what to do with your mother’s body.

“She wanted a viewing and then to be cremated after. Separate some of the ashes between us and bury her with your parents in Boston, at least, that’s what she wrote here.” Your father glances up from your mother’s document of her wishes that you didn’t even know she wrote and looks over at your Uncle Jimmy who only nodded. Jimmy hadn’t been back in Boston since they buried your grandparents, that was when you were still living there.

Your knee bobs anxiously and sweat pools on your palms. Your rub your palms on your dark floral print spaghetti strap dress and awkwardly adjust your shoelaces on your docs. It was almost a hundred degrees outside; the air conditioner was doing next to nothing to keep the inside of your house cool.

The thought of your mother laying on a cold table, naked, stiff, getting wiped down by a stranger, getting her make up done, and dressed into horrible clothing suddenly made your skin crawl.

“I want to do it.” You say out loud, and you feel their eyes on you.

“Do what?” Your father asks you. He was unshaven, dark circles were prominent under his eyes.

“I want to choose her outfit, dress her, clean her. Do her make up—"

“Absolutely not.” Your father interrupts you.

“Why?” Your eyes narrow at him, and you feel Eddie stiffen behind you. “She was my mother.”

“Y/N, there’s professional people for a reason for that. I’m not going to subject you to seeing your mother’s body in that condition. You need to remember her alive, not like that.”

“I don’t want some fucking stranger touching her. I’m doing it. They allow family to do it.” You raise your voice, and your father pinches the bridge of his nose.

Eddie says your name, putting his hand on your shoulder. You flinch away from him, glancing up into his eyes.

“You agree with him, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. Sweetheart, you’re going to be seeing her body. Before the wake, the funeral. You shouldn’t see her like that.” He tells you sweetly and you roll your eyes, standing up from the couch.

“If you don’t tell them, I will.” You look at your father. “She was my mother. And I’ll be damned if someone makes her look like a dime store whore. Call them and tell them I’m doing it.”

Your father looks at you with sad eyes and nods once. Jimmy doesn’t say a word, tears fill his eyes, and he fixes his eyes on your mother's picture. Eddie stares at you, his hands gripping the back of couch and he shakes his head at you.

“What?” You snap. “You got something to say, say it.” You instantly felt guilty for snapping, but you were exhausted. Every night since her death you were having nightmares, and Eddie was there for you through it all. Only stopping home once to check on Wayne and work a few hours at the record store.

He stares at you, biting his bottom lip, eyes slightly narrowing, he sucks in air through his teeth. “I think you need to just stop and think for a minute.”

You scoff, turning on your heel and storming out the back porch. You find your dad’s pack of Marlboro cigarettes. You weren’t a smoker, maybe the occasional social smoker when having a little too much to drink, but at this moment, you needed a little buzz, and if nicotine was the way to go, you didn’t hold back. The smoke billows in your lungs, and you lean back against the deck railing. Eddie comes out soon after, clad in his ripped black jeans, an Iron Maiden t-shirt and dirty converse.

“This is crazy.” He tells you, his eyes wide with concern but no hint of judgement.

You push yourself off the railing and walk down the steps to the backyard, you weren’t in the mood to talk anymore.

“Stop. Just stop for a minute.” He steps in front of you, and you glare up at him.

He sees the cigarette in your hand, his eyebrows furrow, you could tell his mind was spinning. “Give me this!” He takes the butt of your hand, inhaling on it once and flicks it behind him.

“Spit it out, Eddie!” You were losing your patience.

“I want you to stop and think about this, please.” He places his hands on your upper arms, you tense under his touch and gaze. “This is a body. A dead body. Your mother’s body. You are going to be alone with her. The morticians completely disconnect when they dress up a body for a viewing; you’re her daughter. You can’t disconnect.”

You feel your anger creeping up your throat, the grief pulling at your heart, the hot tears in the corner of your eyes. “She’s mymother. Mine. You of all people should know why I’m doing this, but per usual, you’re fucking clueless!”

He lets his arms fall. “What are you talking about?”

“You have been hearing me scream myself awake for two nights. The nightmares are getting so bad, I feel like I’m walking into one even when I’m awake. I need to see her.” You say, gritting your teeth, and you fist the hem of his t-shirt. “This is the only way. Only way I know this isn’t some fucking dream I can wake up from. I’m doing this because I need to see that she’s really dead.”

He stares you, the brightness from the sun made his eyes look almost gold, you put your hand over your stomach, clenching your hand into the fabric of your dress and quickly wipe a tear away.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you’re gonna see her at the wake.” He says gently.

“Eddie, just stop trying to be Mr. Logical and be my best friend for ten fucking seconds. How many times have I’ve tried to talk you out of something stupid? Let’s see, there’s the time you jumped the school fence to rewire the speakers so everytime the principal would get on the intercom PORN would start playing through the speakers. Or the time you stole your neighbor's car so we could catch the last showing of A Nightmare on Elm Street 4 at the drive in, in Indianapolis because the stupid van was broken or the time—"

“You’re comparing the stupid shit I did to bathing your mother's body?!” His voice rises almost comedically. “Jesus H. Christ! What I do is STUPID. What you’re wanting to do is fucking INSANE.”

“Then I’m insane!” You yell, letting out a laugh, your hands slap against your thighs, and you shrug, a slight pain hits your chest. “Eddie, I need you to support me with this, even if you don’t like it, or if it’s weird or gross.”

His eyes dart to yours, wide and glassy. “You think I’m freaking out because I think it’s gross? I’m freaking out because it fucking breaks me everytime I hear you cry or scream or say her name and I’m left fucking speechless because I don’t know how to help you. I can see the pain in your eyes and hear it when you speak, and it’s only been two days. You have a lifetime of this, and I don’t want this to be the thing that makes you slip away from me.”

Your stomach does a back flip, and you feel even more guilty than you did before. You step closer to him, reaching your hand up, curling your hand through his hair.

“I’m not gonna slip away.”

“You don’t know that.” He says, tiredly. His right hand grips your waist and gently pulls you towards him. “You’re scaring me.”

“When have I ever let you down?” You say, giving him a small smile and he tilts his head at you, raising his eyebrows

You laugh, squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t say the Iron Maiden show. I got the stomach bug, that wasn’t my fault.”

He laughs, smoothing down your hair. “Yeah, you were pretty gross that night.”

“You’re the only who decided to stay.” You poke him in the chest. “Sorry you were fed false information that girls don’t shit.”

He laughs, holding you closer to him, your back slightly arches as you look up at him. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then let me be with her. Let me do this for her.” You cup his cheek, poking his dimple. “I promise you that I will be okay.”

He lets out a low growl and you smirk. “I hate how fucking convincing you always are.” His hands squeeze your waist. “It’s annoying.”

“But, ya love me!” You give him a goofy grin and he scrunches up his nose.

“Yeaaaah…kind of regretting opening my mouth now.” He laughs when you slap his chest. “I’m kidding, you loser!”

You laugh, going up on your toes to kiss dimple. You gently pat his shoulder and nod towards the house. “Come on, let’s get this over with.” You take his hand and walk quietly back into your home.

You had ended up compromising with your father about the whole ordeal. He wanted the funeral home to embalm your mother first and place her undergarments on themselves. You reluctantly agreed and had said for you to be at the funeral home the day before to get her ready for the viewing. Which was on Tuesday, in three days. That gave you plenty of time to decide what outfit to choose for her. You promised yourself you would wait for tomorrow; tonight, Eddie was performing at the Hideout with Corroded Coffin. It had been a long time since the band had performed there. The shitty part of growing up was responsibilities, and you all had a lot of them. Eddie was the assistant manager at the record store. Saturdays were the biggest money-making day for them, but the store owner/manager Sully had promised he could take the day to practice and to perform because it would be another long while before the band got back together. Also, Sully had a soft spot for you, and when he had heard about what happened to your mother, he had sent two bouquets of beautiful flowers to your house, along with a check for $500, which you planned on giving back to him. You worked at the Barnes and Noble in the city, and since you had been there for five years, the owners were nice enough to give you two weeks off. Unpaid, but you were good with saving.

Gareth was the first one to greet you as soon as you walked into the door of the Hideout, he hugged you so tightly you thought your bones would break. You spot Eddie coming out the back door, he had changed into a torn up black v neck, exposing more of his chest tattoos. He was carrying an amp as you make your way towards the back, he spots you, smiles goofily at you and he struggles a little bit with the weight of it. You giggle, grabbing the other side of the amp and helping him place it gently on the ground.

“Looks like you’re losing your strength there, buddy.” You say with a wink. “Haven’t seen you struggle with an amp since 10th grade.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “You just caught me off guard, is all.” His eyes dilate, a familiar lust is in his gaze, and you blush. You were in the same outfit as earlier, just with added red lipstick.

“You knew I was coming early.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear and he smiles, pulling you towards him by your hips.

“I know, I just stop breathing whenever you walk into a room.” His lips gently graze yours and you lean back slightly, looking up at him with a grin.

“You are so lame, you know that?” You laugh.

He scrunches his nose, and he laughs, pulling back from you. “Yeah, you know me too well. I suck at trying to be romantic. Give me a good D&D story line, and I’ll write the next best campaign, but romance…yuck.”

“Just watch 9 ½ weeks, you’ll learn a thing or two.” You wink at him.

His face falls and he laughs. “I didn’t know you saw that movie, you dirty, dirty pervert.”

You giggle, biting your lip, stepping away from the stage to grab a drink. “Have you seen Kim Basinger in that film? I’d let that woman take full advantage of my body and be strapped to the bed for the rest of my life.”

The familiar lust appears in his eyes again and he lets out a low growl. “You can’t say stuff like that to me before I go on stage.” His neck muscles clench as he swallows hard.

“Why not?” You blow him a kiss, stick out your tongue and throw up the devil horns. As you turn around, you feel the cool metal of his rings wrap around your wrist and he spins you around, crashing his lips to yours. He hungrily slips his tongue into your mouth; you moan quietly, and he holds your face in his hands.

“Five minutes, all I need is you and five minutes in the bathroom.” He says breathlessly.

You shake your head, smirking. “Sorry, Casanova. You’re gonna have to wait. Our friends are here.” You both glance at the door, seeing Steve and Robin walk through the doors; Eddie groans, resting his forehead against yours.

“I literally hate you.” He whispers to you, and you laugh. His hands grip at the fabric of your dress, squeezing your hip, causing your dress to rise up your thigh slightly.

“Whoaaaa, getting a little handsy there, eh Munson?” Steve says with a smirk and Eddie rolls his eyes. Steve hugs you tightly, whispering a sweet condolence in your ear, causing a dull ache in your tummy. “Heard you two finally admitted your feelings for each other. Heard it was all over the house too.”

Both you and Eddie’s eyes snap to Robin who is just smiling. “Robin! No one needs to know that.”

“I’m sorry it just slipped out! I was so happy that you were finally together, and I couldn’t control it. We literally had a bet how long it was gonna take and I won.”

“You guys are great friends.” Eddie says with an eye roll and a chuckle, kissing the side of your head, whispering. “You’re mine after the show.”

A blush creeps on your cheeks and you bring your lips to his ear. “Kim Basinger.”

He eyes you hungrily, biting his bottom lip. “Again, I hate you.”

He walks away from you with a wink, and you giggle. You sit down at the stools with Steve and Robin, you order yourself a beer. There was surprisingly a lot of patrons in the bar tonight you notice as you look around. It was a whole eclectic group of individuals. Metalheads, town drunks who kept to themselves, and high schoolers with fake IDs. You watch as Eddie places Sweetheart over his shoulder and adjust the microphone. He throws Sweetheart over his shoulder, and smiles when Steve whoops.

“Atmosphere hasn’t changed. It’s been a while since we’ve performed here. Thank you for being here, it is much appreciated.” His voice echoes through the microphone and you feel your stomach do a back flip. “We’re Corroded Coffin, and this is an original song.”

He flips Sweetheart to his chest, looks at you over his eyelashes and winks at you. He glances back at Gareth who nods and hits the snare and then the double bass pedal, Eddie strums down, the buzz of the electric vibrating, and the bass rumbles through the building. They play like that for a few breaks, and Eddie starts to sing. You feel the music through your veins, remember when they wrote this song in your room during a horrendous snowstorm and your mother had made them all hot chocolate.

You mouth along the words with Eddie: Violent delights, violent ends, end of heartache in this prison, not coming back, twisting the blade, blade of the dying, a dying wish, a dying wish, watching you fall, fall from grace, who’s gonna carry your casket? Who’s gonna carry your casket?

Gareth wails on the drums, the double bass thrumming through your ears as Eddie goes into an electric guitar breakdown, head banging and dancing around the stage. You felt more relaxed, every horrible moment and feelings from the last few days disappearing as the music wraps you up like a blanket.

Robin was cheering and whooping, moving her whole body to beat. Steve was trying his best to look like he wasn’t enjoying it, but his foot tapped along to the beat, and he drummed his hands along his thighs. You were vibing with the beat, your whole body moving, your hair whipping around as Eddie strummed his last cord, whipped around, met your eyes and that lust appeared again, only it was coming from you. He smirks at you and finishes the song, repeating the chorus, screaming the last line of words into the microphone and the song ends with a final drum solo.

Eddie couldn’t believe the reaction they got from some of the patrons. Most of you ended up getting free drinks, Steve had to peel Robin away from a much older woman who was ready to eat her up if she asked, and seconds later you were holding her hair back in the bathroom as she vomited and cried about the beautiful woman who looked like Phoebe Cates from Fast Times. You had to tie your own hair back, because she was making you laugh so hard your hair kept falling in the toilet, the stalls were so tiny. You felt bad for laughing, but you had a good buzz on, and Robin was one of the funniest people you knew. Eddie made Steve pull his car around back to make it easier to get Robin out safely. She could barely walk; Eddie had stood outside the door, watching the struggle as you tried to pull Robin out of the bathroom by dragging her under the arms. He could’ve helped sooner, but watching you struggle gave him so much joy his stomach hurt from laughing.

You groan, pulling her towards you, but you end up slipping on a wet spot and you both tumble to the ground. Robin’s face was awkwardly smushed against your chest and you glare up at Eddie from the floor, who was still laughing.

“Help me, asshole!” You yell at him, trying your best not to laugh.

“No, this is heaven for me.” Robin mutters, nuzzling her head in your chest. You pat her head and Eddie wipes the tears from his eyes.

“Okay, okay, come on, you big flirt.” Eddie says to Robin, squatting down and lifting her off you, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. You lift yourself up off the floor and wipe the dirt and grime off your dress. Your hair was already falling out of the hair tie, and you follow them out the back door where Steve was waiting with the car. You heard Robin gag; Eddie looks at you with panic in his eyes and Steve helps him set her down. You quickly look for something she could vomit in and find a dirty trash bin, kicking the lid off it as you hold back Robin’s hair once again.

“Oh, my little weirdo.” Steve says, gently rubbing her back as she vomited out pure liquid. Once she was done, and everything looked like it was out of her system, you and Eddie help her in the passenger seat of the car.

“I love you guys.” Robin says with a grin, patting Eddie’s face. “If you hurt her, I will murder you. Wait, did you smoke? Gross!”

“I love you too, Rob.” Eddie says, kissing the top of her head. “Get her home safe.” He says to Steve and Steve laughs.

“Wish me luck, I thought I was done being a babysitter.” He scoffs and laughs.

“Not with your best friend, buddddy!” Robin says, blowing drunk kisses at the two of you as Steve drives away. You wave and shake your head, your stomach hurting from laughing the rest of the night.

“Ten bucks she pukes in his car.” You say, nudging him.

“Twenty she pukes on his lap.” He holds out his hand to shake yours and you take it, agreeing to the bet.

“Deal.” You say with a chuckle.

You pull your hair out of the hair tie and let it fall, you scratch at your scalp to soothe the tightness from it. Eddie puts his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asks, pressing his lips to your hair.

You sigh, leaning into him. “You okay to drive?”

He nods and laughs, guiding you towards the van that was hidden in the darkness of the back parking lot. “Made myself sober up when I saw how drunk Robin got. You good?”

“Yeah, just a buzz.” A loud, long yawn escapes you and you laugh. “I don’t want to go home yet.”

“Where do you wanna go, sleepyhead?” He chuckles, rustling your hair.

He unlocks the passenger side door for you, and you stare up at him, leaning against the door panel. You reach up, tucking a strand of curly hair behind his ear, run your thumb along his jaw as you cup his cheek. There was so much you wanted to tell him; how you didn’t believe you’d still be standing if he hadn’t been your best friend during this time; how you were so forever grateful for him and his big, beautiful heart. He smiles sweetly at you.

“Nowhere yet.” You say softly, pulling his face towards yours.

Your lips press against his, opening your mouth into a slow, passionate kiss. He places his palm on your lower back, pulling you against him. He tasted like beer, cigarettes, and a hint of mouthwash. He cups the side of your face, his fingers curling into your hair. A warmth settles in your tummy and between your legs, a loving ache that you’ve started to grow used to these last few days. You breathe heavily as you pull yourself away from his mouth, he stumbles into you a little, letting out a throaty chuckle, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You kiss his neck, catching him by surprise as you graze your teeth near the tender spot under his ear, causing him to shudder and groan softly; you bring your mouth to his ear. “I thought I was yours after the show?”

A low growl rumbles in his throat and you feel his hold tighten around your waist as he lifts you up onto the passenger seat, you squeal with delight. You try to tuck your legs under the glove box, but he pulls them back towards him, smiling under the moonlight. Your dress had risen on your thighs a little, and you shudder as his hands move up your legs, and onto your inner thighs, tugging at seam of your underwear while he stood outside the door.

You realize just then what he planned on doing, your eyes widen. “No, Eddie, someone will see.”

“No, they won’t, trust me.” He grins at you, leaning up his chin to kiss your lips. His tongue opens your mouth, and you gasp when you feel him palm you over the fabric of your underwear. He still kisses you, moving your underwear to the side, his fingers lightly dancing against your clit.

Your head falls back automatically, lightly knocking against the gear shift and you quietly moan. He gazes up at you, giving you that smirk, resting his chin against the hills of your breasts.

“Louder.” He says, pulling the fabric of the top your dress down with his teeth, exposing one your breasts. You gasp again once you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple. He kisses and sucks, pulling away with a groan. “Louder.”

He shoves two fingers deep inside you and you moan, loud. He brings his mouth back to your breast and gently bites the skin around your nipple, moaning with you as he pulls away, slinking his way down your tummy, until he’s kneeling on the metal step. He pulls his fingers out of you, smiling and placing your left leg over his shoulder. He pushes your dress up, kneading and tugging at your meaty thighs, his hot breath hits your cunt.

“Get loud for me, baby.” He whispers sexily and you feel your pussy clench at his words.

A sound escapes you when you feel his tongue lick a long stripe from your hole to your clit, and he gently sucks. You pull his hair and groan, holding onto the head rest as another loud moan escapes you. He moans, burying his face into you, gripping your thighs hard, flicking his tongue out, you feel your toes curl in your boots. He lets out a groan and runs his finger down your clit and places two back inside you. You clench around his fingers, your back arches, and you get loud. You completely forget you were only a few feet away from the back exit of the Hideout, and you smile, realizing you didn’t care anymore. He looks up at you and you meet his eyes, he curls his fingers inside you and warmth crept up your belly. You let out a breath, and make yourself sit up more, wiggling your hips to get him to pull away from your clit. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and you grab fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him up to your mouth until he’s climbing into the van, kissing you deeply. You crawl backwards in the driver side, pull him to where you were sitting and quickly unbutton his pants, pulling his hardened cock out of his zipper.

He opens his mouth to say something but you’re already on top of him, kissing him again and lowering yourself onto his cock and he groans in your mouth. He holds onto your hips as you slam your ass up and down, the two of you getting louder and louder with every movement, every roll of your hips.

“I’m yours now?” You whisper breathlessly to him, holding his face to look into his eyes, your mouth falls open in a moan.

“Yeah…unghh…yeah, fuck.” His eyes roll back in his head, a throaty groan escaping him, and you smile, moving your hips faster.

“Good.”

You stood in your bedroom that Monday, looking back and forth between two outfits you had picked out for your mother. The rain pitter-pattered on the roof, and you pull the hood of the sweatshirt you stole from Eddie over your head. The first outfit was a lavender button up maxi dress with sleeves, her favorite pair of Mary Jane shoes, a gold necklace with an emerald pendant. The second outfit was a dress she had worn on her twenty-five-year wedding anniversary, it was a soft blue, fitted at the waist and had floral print sewn on the chiffon skirt. Your father and uncle Jimmy were out looking for suits to wear. You didn’t sleep last night. You toss and turned, the house so eerily silent. You barely dreamt because you barely slept, and you were a little grateful for that.

Eddie wanted to come with you today, but you knew this was something you had to do alone. He had to work at the store today and knew he would get clumsy when he was distracted so you can only imagine that the store was in shambles, and he was probably letting out high pitched yells and screaming “Fuck!” every sentence. Which made you laugh thinking about, the never-ending chaos of that man was something he should be proud of.

Any shade of your purple was your mother’s favorite color, and you were happy with your decision when you drove silently to the funeral home and glance at her lavender dress hanging on the hook in the backseat. You decided on her sterling silver ruby pendant because you wanted the emerald one for yourself, selfishly. You tuck the pendant under your shirt and flick the radio on. James Taylor’s voice came through the speakers singing one of your favorites, and you lean back in your seat, reminiscing to yourself about the car rides like this with your mother. The rain let up a little, leaving little sprinkles of raindrops on your windshield. You had the copy of the death certificate you needed to give the funeral home in the back pocket of your jeans, you didn’t look at it yet; you weren’t sure if you were going to.

Foster & Sons Funeral Home peaks out on the corner of a little side street and you pull down the long driveway into the spacious parking lot. You suddenly felt very small, and your heart began pounding in your chest.

Eddie was right, this was insane.

You rest your head against the steering wheel, inhaling through your nose and out your mouth slowly. Your hands tremble and you look up, seeing one of the directors standing by the front door. The man looked like Lurch from the Addams Family and you swallow back a cackle of a laugh because why would anything be normal about this?

“Okay.” You tell yourself, breathing in deeply. “Okay. This is fine. This is fucking fine. She’s not even in there. It’s just a body. It’s just a body.”

You awkwardly wave to Lurch who doesn’t even move, take out your makeup bag and your mother’s dress out of the backseat. Walking up the stone steps you can already smell the overwhelming aromas of the flowers through the door, you walk past him to the lobby, looking to your right, seeing a whole line of wreaths, standing sprays and bouquet after bouquet through the double doors to the viewing room. You pause, not bringing yourself to go in there yet and look up at Lurch who waited patiently for you.

“Where do I go?” You ask him. “Oh.” You pull out the death certificate from your back pocket, and your hands shake as you hand it to him.

He takes it from you, giving you a soft smile. “Come with me.” Okay, Vincent Price, you think to yourself and smirk. You decided his new name was Vincent Lurch Price. What the fuck is wrong with my brain? Why are you making up names during this time? Why is he so tall? Is he wearing lifts? What the fuck am I doing here? I’ve lost it. I’m crazy. I’m fucking crazy.

You follow him down a long stretch of hallway and were honestly surprised how big the place was. The floor was a checkboard marble, and your converse scuffed as you hurried alongside Lurch. There’s a tiny elevator he takes you to, and you step in, your stomach drops when he hits the button, and you are both lowered to the basement.

It smelled like a haunted house.

He leads you down a small corridor, towards a few tiny offices and stops outside a blurred glass door that says Authorized Personnel Only. He stands by the door and glances down at you.

“She’s through there.”

“In there?” You point to the door. “I just go in?”

He nods.

“She is prepared for you; her modesty is protected. She has been embalmed so don’t be alarmed if the skin feels different. I will be down the hall if you need me.” He walks away from you, and you watch as his tall form disappears down the corridor. You glance back at the door and your hand hovers over the doorknob. Sighing, you push open the door.

The first thing you notice was how bright it was in there, you had to squint your eyes; it was so clean, and cold. It just looked like an empty basement to you, with drains, and metal tables. There was a separate door that was ajar, labeled Mortician. You slowly walk towards that door, your heart pounding in your chest. Opening the door with your foot you spot the table, and there she was, covered with a clean white sheet. You stand there for a few moments, staring at the sheet.

There’s a wooden table leaning against the wall to the right of her, you finally find your footing and rest the dress and the make-up bag carefully on the table. You rub the sweat off your palms on your jeans and let out a shaky breath.

You put your hands on either side of the corner of the sheet and pull it down, you squeeze your eyes shut. You open your eyes, and you look down. Your breathing picks up as you stare at her, you walk backwards, your lower back hits the table and you yelp quietly. The sheet only fell a little past her shoulders, they had fastened a type of bra around her chest. Her skin looked almost gray, and you had to swallow back the bile that stuck in your throat. There was a small incision near her left collarbone, and you caught a glimpse of the autopsy stitch peeking out from the top of the sheet. Her hair was already styled neatly in the way she always wore it; you step closer. Tears fall from your eyes as you look at her face. This was your mother, but it wasn’t. You reach your hand out, carefully running your fingers down her cheekbone and you snap your hand back. It felt like a statue, it was hard, cold. You close your eyes, breathing in through your nose and then out.

Moving closer, you reach out your hand, and smooth out her hair. Tears fall from your eyes on to the table next to where she lay. You imagined she was only sleeping, her beautiful face relaxed, a soft smile on her face. You take out your favorite picture of her and place it next to her head. The next hour felt like a blur as you quietly put the make up on her face. You had asked Lurch to assist you in dressing her, after your attempt to do it yourself you almost vomited at your feet because you didn’t realize how stiff her entire body would be. Once she was dressed, Lurch gave you a minute with her.

She looked more like herself, but you realize she didn’t look like she was sleeping. She looked dead. You silently chuckle to yourself, knowing that would be something she would say, and you felt slightly comforted by that. You wipe your tears away with your shirt sleeve, and lean down, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead. You look at her one last time, your legs feeling weighed down by cement blocks.

You didn’t want to leave her alone.

You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder, and you become startled, Lurch was giving you a sympathetic smile. “You will see her again tomorrow. She looks lovely.”

You glance up at him, your eyes filling with tears, and you nod. He leads you out of the room and you silently cry as you both make your way up to the lobby. Before you leave, he hands you the death certificate, informing you that they already had a copy, and you take it with shaky hands.

The walk to your car felt long, the sun was out, and the temperate had risen. You take off Eddie’s hoodie and tie it around your waist, your black tank top was sticking to you in all the wrong places. You plop in your car, put the keys in the ignition and crank the windows down. You throw the make-up bag in the backseat and feel the crinkle of the death certificate in your back pocket. Lifting yourself, you pull it from your pocket and study it with your hands. It was folded in threes, and you realize you’re holding reasons why your mother was dead.

You cave.

You open the paper, and your eyes immediately notice the typewriter print.

Time of death: 6:00pm

Cause of death: Natural

Findings: Pulmonary embolism, myocardial infarction, renal failure, congestive heart failure (ongoing)

Congestive heart failure? Since when?

A sound so deep and guttural escapes your lungs and you let out a scream. The paper falls to the floor and you slam your hand on the steering wheel, once, twice, three times.

You barely say a word to your father when you walked in. You had driven around for hours until it was almost dark. You muttered you were going for a walk when he asked what you were doing, and that Eddie had called a bunch of times looking for you. You grabbed some cash from your drawer and shove it in your back pocket. You head towards the front door and your father stops you.

“Please, honey. Tell me where you’re going.” He looks desperate and you felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world. He was grieving her too.

“I’m just going for a walk.” You sigh. “I’m going to a bar. I’m not gonna be late.”

“What happened at the funeral home?”

“Nothing happened.” You tell him, shaking your head. “Nothing happened. It was just a body.”

Stop trying to be brave, dumbass.

He stares at you. “Let Eddie go with you.”

“No.” You snap and then groan. “No, I’ll be okay. I just need to be alone.”

“Y/N…tomorrow is the funeral…please…please don’t be stupid.” His eyes look sad, and your heart breaks.

“I’m not!” You groan. “Daddy, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell. I’m not gonna be stupid, I promise.”

You open the door and step out, feeling his eyes on you as you walk down your driveway towards the end of your street. You hated lying to him, you were gonna be stupid, but you felt like you deserved to be stupid.

The walk to the bar only took twenty minutes, it was newer, recently opened within the last year. A lot more of the townies went there, some newly 21-year-olds, a far cry from what you were used to from the Hideout. It was a nice hole in the wall, two pool tables in back, a bar that was shaped like a half rectangle, and some high-top tables. You find a stool and sit on it, throwing a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and ask the bartender for a shot of bourbon and a beer. You wipe the dried tears off your face and knock back the bourbon. You realize you hadn’t eaten, but that never stopped you before.

Eddie was panicking when he hadn’t heard from you after coming back from the funeral home. He was pretty sure your father wanted to kill him after the third phone call, and he told him you were still not home. The phone rang loud in the trailer when Eddie walked up the steps from returning home from the record store, he tripped over the rug as he ran to pick up the receiver, getting his foot tangled around the guitar cord in the process. “Fucking christ!” He grumbles, placing the phone to his ear and untangling himself. Your father tells him that you took off on a walk and had said you were going to a bar, but didn’t say which one, and that he had a weird feeling. Eddie tells him he’s going to look for you and hangs up, rushing outside to his van. He knew you wouldn’t be at the Hideout; it would be too obvious. He speeds out of the trailer park, trying to remember which bars were in the area.

The cold water feels good against your face as you pat it dry from the napkin in the bathroom. You could feel the bourbon coursing through your blood stream and sigh. You wash your hands thoroughly, glancing in the mirror as the stall door opens behind you and a young beautiful blonde comes out, vigorously wiping at her nose. She had a glass mirror in her hand and places it on sink next to you, wiping at her face and washing her hands. You could see the residue of the white powder on the mirror, and your heart rate picks up a little. Was it anticipation? Fear? Adrenaline?

The blonde sees you looking at the mirror and smirks. “All you have to do is ask, pretty.”

“Oh…no, I wasn’t. I didn’t…no thank you.” You smile awkwardly and dry off your hands. The blonde shrugs, applying mascara on her lashes.

You walk towards the door, gripping the handle but you pause. Memories and thoughts scramble in your brain as you remember the last time you did a drug stronger than weed. You were nineteen and Steve was having a house party. You had drunkenly stumbled into the garage, seeing a few people you didn’t recognize, separating the cocaine between each other. You remember you didn’t even hesitate, you didn’t know why, but as soon as that dollar bill hit your nostril you fell in love. You felt like you could fly, you felt happy and excited all at once, you felt like nothing could harm you. That was the one and only time you fell in love with cocaine. You swore to yourself you would never do it again because of how much you loved it, how sometimes it felt like the missing piece within you whenever you felt down.

You turn to look at the blonde and she glances at you through the mirror, smiling. She nods to the stall behind her, and you follow her. She locks the door, the two of you sit knee to knee as she takes out the mirror, placing it on the lip of the toilet seat. You thought that was kind of gross, but after she sprinkled the powder on the mirror, she took a hardcover book from her purse and placed it in her lap, which made you feel a little bit better about your decision. She separated two lines and rolled up a dollar bill.

“Oh, here.” You tell her, handing her a ten-dollar bill.

“Save your money, you look like you need this.” She smiles at you, her face dips towards the mirror and she snorts. You watch as the powder disappears up the straw and her head falls back and she sighs, smiling.

She hands you the bill, and you take it, your hands shaking. But again, you didn’t hesitate. You cover one of your nostrils with your finger, and breathe in. The back of your throat immediately goes numb when you feel the postnasal drip down your throat, your nose stung a little. You sigh, wiping the excess from your nose and leaning your back against the stall door. Your lips tingle and your head feels a little heavy, but you smile.

Oh, how you smile.

Eddie ends up finding you in the bar, dancing to Joan Jett by the jukebox with the blonde girl. The two of you had already been to the bathroom three more times, and you were very high. He could see a difference in you, but he doesn’t say anything, he couldn’t yet. You willingly leave with him, telling the blonde girl, whose name you immediately forgot. As soon as you are outside the bar, he scowls at you.

“I’ve been calling you all fucking day.”

You glare up at him, tightening the sweatshirt around your waist, stumbling awkwardly. “I’ve been a little busy.”

“Getting high, I can see.” He was mad, and there wasn’t an ounce of you that felt bad about it.

“Oh fuck off, Eddie. I had fun. What’s wrong with having a little fun?”

He lets out a humorless chuckle. “Your mother’s funeral is tomorrow. Was it really that bad at the funeral home?”

“No!” You yell. “Fuck, I did cocaine. So what? At least I made sure it was before doing it, unlike someone who snorted a whole fucking line of heroin.” He abruptly stops walking.

“Don’t throw that back in my face! I don’t regret much but that is one of the things I fucking regret in my life and you know that!” Pain flashes in his eyes and you immediately hate yourself for bringing it up. He stops walking and stops at the door of his van. “Get in, you’re not going back home like this. You’re gonna sleep it off at my place.”

“Nah, I’m good.” You say through your teeth.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are the biggest pain in the ass, get in the van.”

“No.” You cross your arms over your chest.

He stares at you, shaking his head. Before you could protest, he’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You scream loud, and he opens the back of the van, dropping you down on the smelly, shag rug you always hated.

“Eddie!” You scream. “Son of a bitch!”

He shuts the back of the van and you forgot that it would lock from the outside. He gets in the driver side and peels away from the sidewalk. You awkwardly stumble towards his seat.

“This is kidnapping!” You say to him, awkwardly crawling into the passenger seat, and plopping down. You bump your head on the glove box, and he holds back a laugh.

“I’m not stopping you from jumping out the next light, sweetheart.” He looks over at you, smiling that stupid smile.

You cross your arms over your chest and lean back, grinding your teeth. You were coming down from the drugs. “Just take me home.”

“No, your dad has already been through enough, he doesn’t need to see his only daughter coming down from a drug binge before his wife’s funeral.” He takes a sharp turn into the trailer park, and you don’t answer him. Knowing he was right, but you weren’t about to admit that to him.

He parks in front of the trailer, and you feel his eyes on you, you both sit there in silence. “Why?” He finally asks you quietly.

“Because I wanted to feel something different.” You say, not meeting his eyes.

“Do you have any more on you?”

“Nope.” You tell him. “Kind of wish I did; it would make the rest of this fucking night tolerable.”

You see a flash of hurt in his eyes and he scoffs, pushing the door open with his shoulder and slamming it shut. You watch as he goes inside, the screen door shutting with a slam. You run your hands through your hair and bring your knees up to your chest. This is the second time tonight you’ve hurt his feelings, and you knew part of it was the drugs. For almost a week he has been with you, taking care of you, making you laugh, joking with you, making love to you and you return the favor by being an asshole.

You were so angry. Not just at yourself, but at everything. Angry that your mother was dead, angry that a simple surgery caused your mother’s apparently already weak heart to give out, angry that you had to figure out how to navigate this already crazy life without her. Angry that you hurt your best friend not once, but twice.

Angry. Fucking angry.

You step out of the van and step into his trailer. He was in the small kitchen with his shirt off, putting together sandwiches. It was very warm in his trailer. He didn’t look up when you walked in. You untie his hoodie and place it on the back of the chair. You watch as his back muscles clench when he reaches for two plates in the higher cabinets. You study him, the large tattoo on his back that started from his back right shoulder, all the way down to the curve of his hip. His jeans hung low at his waist; you could make out the small pieces of hair sticking out from his happy trail.

“Where’s Wayne?” You manage to ask quietly.

“Another overnight.” He mutters. “He won’t be back til late morning.” He puts a plate with the sandwich in front of you, it clanked loudly on the small table and the sound made you jump. He sits down on the couch, his boot clad feet rest against the coffee table and he turns on the television, still not making eye contact. You weren’t hungry, but it felt rude not to eat, you pick away at the crust from the bread.

“You don’t have to eat it; I was just being nice.” He mumbles. He was really upset with you, and the pain in your chest got bigger as you stare at his form.

“Eddie, I—”

“You can have my bed. It’s late, you have a big day tomorrow. I already called your dad.” He finally meets your eyes. There was nothing behind them except pure, unfiltered, hurt. Defeated, you nod, silently walking back to his room, closing the door quietly.

Eddie watches his door close with you disappearing and leans forward on his knees, placing the sandwich he didn’t know why he made on the coffee table, holding his hands to his mouth. Part of him knew it was the drugs making you act the way, and the other part knew it was you trying to manage your own emotions with the grief. It didn’t stop the hurt he felt in his chest though; certain moments from a long time ago were brought up that he wishes never resurfaced.

He wishes it never resurfaced because now he won’t stop thinking about it. He remembers thinking he was snorting was cocaine, but as soon as it went into his airways, he knew he had fucked up. He had vomited so hard afterwards, and wanted to kill whoever supplied the stuff. Then he started to feel it, really feel it. And everything else was over for him after that. He made the same promise to himself that you did, he would never touch the stuff again. But you broke that promise, and he doesn’t know what to do with that information.

You wake up the next morning with a groan, the sun was peeking through his broken blinds, and you squint. You had stripped down to your bra and underwear in the middle of the night, you had forgotten to turn on his air conditioner. You can hear the shower running and you sit up. Your head was pounding, not just from the hangover, but from the amount of cocaine you did the night before.

A pain hits your chest when you realize how awful you were to him last night. You shouldn’t have done the stupid drugs; you should’ve just walked away but you didn’t. Swinging your legs off his bed, you awkwardly stumble out of his room and head towards the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and you could see the steam on the glass door of the shower, and a blur from where he stood. You push open the door, and you know he hears it because he pauses, but continues to wash his hair. You sit down to pee, not embarrassed by the sound of it. Being best friends with Eddie Munson for ten years, you would lose count the number of times he’s stood in the same bathroom with you as you did your business.

You step out of your underwear and unclasp your bra. You push the sliding door of the shower open and step in. The inside of the shower itself was spacious. You stare at his back, the dimples above his ass, and the curve of his hips. He doesn’t say a word to you when you step closer to him, you press your lips on the spot between his shoulder blades, his body slightly trembles at your touch, and you slink your arm around to his chest. His hand grips your forearm, holding it there.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper to him. The water cascades down you now, your hair soaking. He takes your hand and places his lips to your knuckles, turning around to face you. You look up at him, he cups your face.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’ll live.” You say, twirling his wet curl in your fingers. “You are the last person I wanted to hurt, and I did that more than once last night. I’m an idiot, who thought they could handle something they couldn’t. And I took that out on you, I’m sorry.”

He smiles softly, his fingers running over your lips. “I take it I was right?”

“As always.” You say with an eye roll and a smirk.

“Are you okay?” He asks gently and chuckles. “That’s a dumb question.”

“No, it’s not.” You smirk and shrug. “I guess, right now I am. But I probably won’t be in a few hours. It was a lot, seeing her that way…finding out what caused…” You pause. “Eddie, how can you stand here and ask me if I’m okay and be so goddamn sweet to me with the way I acted last night? With what I brought up?”

He smiles at you, cupping your face with both his hands. “Because even though you’re the biggest pain in the ass I have ever met in my life, I still love you. Like a whole lot. You’re my best friend, above everything else, and you need to know that nothing you can say or do will make me leave you. I already told you; you’re stuck with me.”

“But Eddie, what I said about the heroin…”

“Look in my eyes.” He tells you and you listen. “Promise me this, okay?” You nod. “Promise me you will never touch the stuff again, and if you feel the urge to, come to me instead. And I’ll do the same.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling a dull ache in your chest. What you brought up last night not only brought up memories he wished to forget but brought up the way it made him feel. As if you couldn’t hate yourself more.

“I promise.” You tell him, opening your eyes. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

“Stop.” He tells you gently, rubbing his nose along your jaw. “Just kiss me.”

You do as you’re told, and your lips meet his in a sweet kiss. His hands caress your back, gently moving down to massage your ass. The water from the shower was steamy, and it felt good against your skin as you kissed him. You press your breasts into his chest to deepen the kiss, and he chuckles when you slip a little and fall into him.

“Turn around.” He tells you softly, and you do so. You can hear him lather soap into his hands and groan quietly when he starts to massage your shoulders. You moan quietly, your muscles relaxing under his touch. He moves closer to you, and he lathers more of your back. His hands move to your tummy, gently rubbing circles around your belly button, moving his hands up to massage under your breasts. Your nipples harden and your head falls back into his shoulder as he gently massages your breasts, his fingers gently moving over your nipples. The sensation of his lips on your neck, the sound of the shower and the intimacy of him touching you causes a wetness to pool in between your legs.

You can feel his cock pressing onto your ass and gasp when his hand travels over your mound and fingers your clit. His lips still lick and suck at the skin of your neck and your breathing picks up. He holds one of your breasts in his hands while the other plays with you gently. You reach behind you, taking his cock in your hands and start gently stroking him. His moan rumbles against your ear and he pinches your nipple. He rubs you faster, and you drape your other arm around his neck, moaning loud. His lips find your mouth, and he kisses you deeply and opens his mouth to massage your tongue with his. He pulls away from you, pushing you against the glass door with a thud and you smile in amazement at his forceful gesture. He goes down to his knees and he immediately sucks on your clit. You gasp, your back arches against the glass and he massage your ass, groaning as his buries his face into you, lapping you up.

He pulls away with a moan and looks up at you with a smile. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

He stands up again; kisses you hungrily and whips you around so you’re pressed up against the glass. The coolness from the glass makes your nipples harden once again and you bite your lip, feeling him move his fingers up and down on your opening. You feel him press up against you and the hardness of his cock as he brushes the tip of it against your ass and grinds into your folds.

“Oh…” You moan out and you feel him as he angles your ass up a little. His slides his cock into you and the bathroom echoes with both of your moans. He fucks you against the glass, each roll of his hips causing a sensation to flow from your belly all the way down to your toes. Your head leans back and you feel his hand cup around your throat, gently applying pressure and you cry out, pushing your ass against him as he slams into you, harder.

He applies more pressure to your throat, and you welcomed this new pleasure with open arms. This was a sensation you’ve never felt before, he wasn’t hurting you, or trying to cut off your air supply, but it was new and the way he was manhandling you was making you seconds away from exploding all over his cock. His mouth finds your ear and gently grazes his teeth.

“Ooh, someone likes it when I do this.” He coos in your ear, groaning with every thrust. Your cunt aches nicely at his words; still getting used to the fact that your best friend, who was now your boyfriend, your lover, who you were madly in love with, was fucking you like this.

He thrusts into your harder and you cry out when he pulls away. He turns off the shower and you turn to look at him, catching your breath, your cheeks flushed, both of you soaking from head to toe. He kisses you deeply, pulling away to lick your neck, suck and bite at your nipples.

“Get on my bed.” He tells you breathlessly. You still stare at him as you open the shower door, he helps you step out carefully and you still watch him with a smile, walking backwards towards his room. He shuts his door, spins you around and pushes you on your stomach, lifting your ass up to meet his hips. You grip his sheet as he slams his cock back inside you, the sounds that came from him were almost animalistic and so sexy, you moaned loudly with him. He holds your hips, and you arch your back, your hair was dripping onto his covers.

Tugging gently at your hair, he lifts you up so your back is against his. His mouth meets yours and you kiss passionately, his hand is at your throat again, pressing down, your cunt clenching as you get close to release. His other hand goes in between your legs and finds your clit, rubbing circles as he continues his rhythm.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans in your ear, his movements getting a little sloppy as you continue to clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum, Eddie.” You cry out and he moans in approval, his cock hitting your insides faster and faster until you scream out his name and you cum, hard. The sudden tightness around his cock causes him to groan out, exploding inside of you and he lets out a loud, throaty moan. He breathes loudly, still groaning out as you feel another orgasm rip through you. The sounds from both of you were so pornographic you didn’t know how to form words. You collapse onto the bed, your face burying in his pillow as you gasp and catch your breath. You smile lovingly as you turn to your back and let out a soft laugh. He swallows hard, gently laying on your chest and brings your nipple into his mouth and sucks gently. Your back arches at the sensitivity and another moan escapes you. His wet hair was draped over your chest, and you curl your fingers in it.

“That was…” you laugh. “That was different.”

He lifts his face to look at you, gently grazing his fingers over your throat. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, nope.” A laugh escapes you. “Never thought in a million years I’d be choked out by my best friend, and it feel good.”

He blushes, hiding his face in your chest. You rub his back gently, and sigh. You both lay there quietly for a few moments. Realizing what today was, your stomach does a back flip, and you tighten his hold on him.

“I’m scared.” You whisper.

He gently rubs your belly. “I know.”

“You’ll stay with me? The whole time?”

He lifts his face up to meet your eyes, running his hand over your face. “I won’t leave your side. I promise.” He leans up, kissing your lips sweetly, gently and you sigh, holding him closer as you stare at the ceiling.

Eddie had driven you back home to get ready, he promised he would be back as soon as he was dressed and meet you back at your house. You had hugged your father so tightly as soon as you walked in, taking him by surprise. You stood like that hugging him for minutes and he embraced you lovingly, you apologized for last night. You left out the part of you finding out that your mother had congestive heart failure, you didn’t feel right bringing up an ailment your mother had for years, unsure if he knew or not.

The funeral itself started at 4:00pm, but they wanted the family to come an hour and half early to take some time with her. Since your mother was being cremated afterwards, the burial would be private, and the plan was for your uncle to go to Boston to place some of her ashes in the soil of your grandparents’ grave. Your father had asked if you wanted to do the eulogy, you reluctantly agreed but had no idea what you wanted to say or could say. You stood in your room in front of your full-length mirror. You stood there in black tights that went all the way up your waist, and a black lacey bra. For someone who had an entire wardrobe full of dark clothes, especially black, you couldn’t decide on a top.

You end up finding a fitted black dress with short sleeves, the neckline was a little low, but you placed your mother’s emerald necklace over your head to give it a pop of color and something to look at besides the hills of your breasts. Your doc martens were your mother’s favorite shoes on you, you would catch her wearing them from time to time, so you step into those.

You had accentuated the waves in your hair with a little hairspray, placed a little mascara on your lashes and didn’t bother with lipstick. There’s a knock at your front door and you glance at the clock, it was 2:30pm, it must’ve been Eddie. Your father had let him in, and you could hear them patting each other on the back’s after giving each other a hug. You hear his footfalls come into room and you glance at him in the mirror leaning against your door frame. Your breath hitches at the sight of him.

He was wearing a black dress shirt, the top three buttons undone, exposing some of his chest, tucked into his jeans. His silver chain necklace with his guitar pick was peeking out. He wore a black blazer which was a little fitted and you were wondering if he had borrowed it from Wayne. His black jeans were surprisingly not ripped, and he wore pointed toe boots. You couldn’t tell if you were staring at Eddie Van Halen or Eddie Munson. Either way, he looked so handsome. You smile at him in the mirror, and he smiles back, he walks towards you, wrapping his arms around your middle and you lean back into him.

“You ready?” He whispers, kissing your hair. “You look beautiful.”

“Are we supposed to look beautiful?” You chuckle softly and sigh. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

You turn to him, and he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his brown eyes kind as he stares into yours. “If you need a minute, you tell me. We will take a break, get some fresh air.”

You nod, staring up at him, cupping his cheek. “What?” He asks you with a smile.

“You’re just…you’re something else, Eddie Munson.”

He smiles. “You just bring out my good side, I’m a huge asshole. You know this.”

You laugh, leaning up on your toes, kissing him softly. “Okay, let’s go.” You take his hand and the two of you walk out of his room, your stomach was in knots, your palms began to sweat, and you couldn’t swallow. This was it. This was the moment you dreaded for 5 days.

Your dad had driven with your Uncle Jimmy to the funeral home, you followed behind in your car with Eddie. When you pull into the parking lot, you notice the orange cones, and the directors standing by the doors. You both step out of the car and he takes his sunglasses off of his eyes.

“Lurch?” Eddie says out loud, looking at the tall man by the doors, you mutter a curse, covering his mouth with your hand, bringing his head to your shoulder and you cackle loudly. He looks up at you very confused and you pull your hand away.

“You have the loudest mouth, shut up. I’ll tell you later.” You whisper to him, holding in your laughter.

“Yeah but…look at him!”

“Shut up, Eddie!” You laugh and you follow your father and uncle up the stone steps. Lurch nods at the two of you and you still suppress your laughter as you walk into the lobby.

There’s a guest book to sign with prayer cards, the Irish Blessing was printed on the front with her name, birth and death date. Eddie takes them and puts them in his pocket, signing his name. You both follow your father and uncle’s tall forms into the viewing room, and you immediately stop breathing as you see the beautiful mahogany of her casket. There was a soft melody of piano music playing through the speakers.

Your father walks towards her, and before you had a second to react, his legs are buckling. Eddie rushes to him with Jimmy on one side, cradling him so he doesn’t fall. Your hand goes to your mouth as you watch the scene unfold, you stood frozen, and the sound of your father’s cries sent daggers into your heart. You feel your feet move before the rest of your body and rush towards him, you rest your palm on his back and kneel in front of him.

“I’ll go with you, Daddy. Hold on to me, okay?” He looks up at you, tears streaming down his face, and he nods. Eddie and Jimmy help him to his feet, and you link your arm in his. They stood behind, watching as you two walk slowly to her. More sobs escape your father as you stand in front of her, your eyes fill with tears and you turn your head away, resting it against father’s arm, squeezing your eyes shut. You could hear Jimmy sniffling behind you, you couldn’t look at him either.

“Oh, my girl.” He cries softly, kneeling on the prayer bench. As you finally open your eyes to look at your mother, you realize that you may have completely disassociated while doing her make up. She looked stunning, and you thought the whole time you were doing her make up, she looked dead, not asleep. But she really looked asleep. Your father meets your eyes and kisses the top of your hand.

“She looks like her.” He says, smiling softly. “Thank you.”

You nod, gently helping him up to move away from the casket. You sit your father down on one of the cushioned chairs and hand him a cup of water from the pitcher on the table. You sit next to him, holding his hand as you watch Jimmy kneels in front of your mother. His shoulders shook with sobs, and he gently smooths out her hair, he stands up from the bench, walking down the hallway to wipe his tears, pacing.

Eddie didn’t kneel, he stood there with his hands resting on his thighs. He stares at her, biting his bottom lip and you could see his eyes fill with tears. He goes to touch her hand but stops himself, a soft groan escapes him, and he shakes his head, turning away, pressing his palms to his eyes, walking away down the aisle of chairs. You feel your father nudge you to go to him and you stand up, walking towards him. His back is to you, his palms are still pressed against his eyes, and you place your hand on his lower back. He turns to you, so many tears fell from his eyes, and you pull him into you for a hug. He holds onto your waist tightly, quietly whimpering into your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was.” He sounded so pained; your heart broke.

“You loved her, that’s what that was.” You tell him softly and he lifts his head from your shoulder. You wipe his tears away from his cheek and he sighs. “If you want to go back, I’ll go with you.”

He shakes his head and smiles at you. “No, it’s alright. There are a few things I need to say to her.” He kisses your lips gently and you watch him walk back towards your mother.

He kneels and rests his chin on his hands as he looks at her, more tears fell from his eyes, and he didn’t seem to care. He knelt there for a few moments, and you watch as he snaps his necklace from his neck, placing it gently on her hands, the guitar pick resting against her ring finger. Your bottom lip trembles at the intimate moment, and he gently kisses the top of your mother’s head, lingering there for a moment before pulling away. You feel yourself falling more in love with him at that exact moment.

He walks towards your father, embracing him in a bear hug. Your father squeezes his shoulder, the two of them having a silent conversation and Eddie wipes his eyes, walking back towards you. He slinks his arm around your waist and pulls you to him. You sigh, glancing at the clock. More people would be showing up.

The funeral home was full of people you either hadn’t seen in so many years or had never met in your life. A lot of them had wonderful things to say to about your mother and some had even brough pictures which you hadn’t seen before. A lot of them had traveled from Boston. You almost broke down when Hopper walked in, he hugged you close to his chest and patted your head.

“Don’t forget to take a breather, kid, okay?” He says gently and you nod.

You had stepped outside for a moment, placing your hand on your knees to breathe in deep. It was so overwhelming in there and so stuffy. You felt like you were suffocating; you didn’t even tell Eddie you went outside, but he had found you anyway. Gently rubbing your back as you try to settle your nerves, he whispers that Steve and Robin were there. Robin was already crying when she hugged you, she had a glass dish in her hands.

“I forgot to give this back to your mom when she made that casserole for me. I’m sorry, I kept wanting to give it back, but I never thought…I didn’t…” She was sputtering and you gently place your hand over hers.

“Keep it.” You smile at her, and she nods, Steve leads her inside and Eddie looks you over.

“It’s almost over.” He tells you gently.

“I know.” You sigh. “I know.”

Your father peeks his head out the doorway. “Honey? It’s time for the eulogy.”

You stop breathing, you had forgotten.

Eddie sees you tense and keeps a watchful eye on you as you walk silently back into the funeral home. There was a small podium in front of her casket, and you look up at Eddie with pleading eyes, he walks with you to the front, keeping a short distance between you two as you stood there, looking at all the solemn faces of your mother’s loved ones.

“Um, thank you all for being here…” Your voice shakes. “I didn’t write anything or have anything prepared.” You inhale deeply, looking behind you at your mother’s form. You stare at her face; your bottom lip quivers and you inhale a shaky breath. You turn back towards them. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this…I’m sorry.”

Eddie squeezes your hand as you go towards him, you see him stare at your mother and he holds your face in his hands, looking in your eyes, asking you a silent question. You nod and he pulls away from you. Everyone’s eyes fix on him, and you lean your shoulder against your father.

Eddie lets out a breath and begins to speak. “Hi, some of you know me, some of you don’t. My name is Eddie, Eddie Munson. I have known this family for ten years, and I guess, I guess I have a lot to say about this special woman.” He looks over at you and smiles. “I never knew what it felt like to have a mother, I mean, if I did, I was really little, and those memories have completely faded. That all changed when I met this woman. Without questions, without judgement, she took me in as her own. It took me some time to get used to, I was used to being loved by the ones who cared about me, but when it was that motherly love, I had no idea how to deal with it. There were times I think I tried to push her away, especially when I got in trouble, but she forced her way through my walls and held on tight and I didn’t…” His voice shakes, tears pool in his eyes. “I didn’t let go. I didn’t want to. She was a force to be reckon with, right Hop?”

“She terrified me.” Hopper says from his seat, and everyone laughs.

Eddie chuckles, glancing over at you. “She protected her own like a lioness. Her beautiful daughter is living proof of the pure heart and soul of that woman. It would take hours for me to express how grateful I am for this family, for her as mother I always needed. I loved her, and it hurts that I can’t tell her that.” He looks behind him at her face, a tear falls freely from his eye. “But for now, I can tell you all what you already know. You will never find another one like her, a woman that embraces a freak like me into her arms, a woman that cooks a meal for an entire army. A woman who sends some of the toughest dudes running just by being in her line of sight. A woman who loved and loved hard. She wouldn’t want us sad, let’s be real she’s probably up there pointing and laughing at us, calling us babies.” That got another laugh out of them. “That’s what she wants us to do. Love. Love hard, tell your loved ones you love them. Follow her example and honor her everyday if you can.”

Tears are streaming down everyone’s faces, especially you. You embrace Eddie in a tight embrace, your voice muffled in his chest, and you tell him your thanks over and over.

Once everyone started to file out, you overhear your father talking to your uncle in the lobby.

“I can’t do it; I physically cannot bring myself to do it. She was my baby sister, the thought of her…”

“It’s okay, Jim. It’s okay. We can figure something out.” Your father tells him gently.

You walk closer to them. “What’s going on?”

“We have a change of plans for her ashes. It’s not fair to put it all on Jimmy. We can brainstorm and figure out a better plan.”

“Well, I can do it.”

Your father looks at you. “Really? You’d go to Boston?”

“Yeah, you know how much I loved it there. It would be nice to go back. I have enough money saved to get a hotel room for a few days.”

“Don’t worry about the money, I’ll take care of the hotel. I’d feel better if someone went with you.”

Eddie walks into the room, his eyes still a little puffy and he gently grips your waist.

“Wanna go to Boston?” You ask him.

“Right now?” He asks you, cocking his eyebrows.

“No, dumbass. In a few days. With my mom.” You stifle a laugh at his face which held pure confusion. “Her ashes?”

“Oh! Oh yeah, yeah I’ll go. Road trip?”

You nod and look up at your dad who smiles tightly, and you chuckle at his expression. “My daughter and Eddie Munson in a hotel room. Alone. Together. For a few days. Pretty sure God has it out for me.”

He claps Eddie on the shoulder, heading back into the viewing room to say his final goodbyes to his wife. Jimmy hugs you tightly, thanking you for doing something he couldn’t and had left the funeral home, he had already said goodbye to your mother.

You walk back into the room and your father gives you a minute alone. Eddie stands off to the side watching you. You kneel, gently smoothing out her hair, caressing her cheek gently.

“You know you were right about everything.” You tell her quietly, glancing over your shoulder at Eddie. “About me and Eddie. You always had that sixth sense about you.” You place your hands over hers and smile.

“I’m gonna marry him one day. I’m gonna have his babies and we’ll have a cute little house with a dog. But you already knew that.”

You wipe a tear away and lean forward, kissing her cheek softly. “I’ll see you in Boston, mama.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x smut #eddie munson x fluff #Eddie Munson x hurt comfort

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munsonsduchess · 1 year

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Wardrobe Malfunction

summary: you’ve worn the wrong clothes to school today, but Eddie is there to rescue you w/c: 695 warnings: swearing, use of pet names (sweetheart) a/n: I just needed this to exit my brain honestly. I saw this post and then @kokoshka67 said something about it and yeah

You were panicking. You hadn’t expected to have to be in the lab today, the teacher had told the entire class it would be further down the line and yet when you’d walked into class this morning Mrs Campbell had announced you’d all be working ahead of schedule.

Which is why you were currently in the faculty bathroom trying to reach your mom who wasn’t answering her cell. You just needed someone to bring you a pair of pants so you could actually participate in class and not just fail outright because today of all days you chose to wear a skirt.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you paced the bathroom and chewed on the nail of your thumb, “what am I gonna do?”

“Not to eavesdrop or anything but I might have a solution” a boys voice called from one of the stalls. You hadn’t even known anyone else was in the bathroom, Mrs Campbell had given you special permission to use the bathroom to try and call your mom.

As the door opened and Eddie Munson walked out you stopped chewing on your thumbnail for a moment to answer him,

“What do you mean?”

“Well. The way I see it you need pants, I happen to be wearing a pair today”

“I don’t get it. Are you telling me you’re gonna give me your pants?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Well more of a trade really”

“A trade?” you quirked an eyebrow at the strange look on Eddie’s face,

“Sure sweetheart. I’ll let you wear my pants for lab and you can give me your skirt for English and we’ll swap back after. If you want”

You could only imagine the look on your face to be some sort of comical shock by the way Eddie laughed,

“Why would you help me? You don’t even know me!”

“Call it my good deed for the month” Eddie laughed, “so what do you say? Wanna trade?”

“You’re crazy Munson” you laughed, Eddie already reaching for the zipper on his jeans, “alright, let’s trade”

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What you hadn’t expected after your impromptu bathroom swap was Eddie Munson confidently strutting down the hallways of Hawkins High in your skirt drawing all the attention away from your ill fitting jeans.

If anyone was curious about where you’d squired the new bottom half of your clothing they didn’t say anything. Or rather Mrs Campbell didn’t give them time to.

After class it did occur to you that you didn’t know where Eddie’s English class was so you could swap back, you were grateful for the jeans but you did want your skirt back since it actually fit you properly.

You asked around and found Eddie outside the school on an old bench behind the football field,

“You know I think I might have to get a few of these” Eddie said instead of hello, “I feel so mobile” he demonstrated his new found mobility with an imitation of a cheerleading high kick which made you laugh loudly when he lost his balance and fell onto the grass below,

“Might be a little advanced for you” you said in between laughing, “maybe you should give me the skirt back”

“What if I wanna trade something again?” Eddie said with a smirk, “what then?”

“What else do you want to trade?” you asked, “notes in class?”

“How about a date?”

“A date?”

“Yeah. You can pick what you wanna trade it for”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. Eddie seemed so earnest,

“Alright, I'll trade for a date. How about my number?”

“Seems like a fair trade to me sweetheart”

“I still want my skirt back” you told him as you input your number into his phone,

“I don’t know. Seeing you in my clothes is really doing it for me” Eddie whispered in your ear making the hair on the back of your neck stand up, “but I’m a gentleman, gotta get that date first” he said stepping away and holding up his hands

“Dork” you laughed again. You hadn’t anticipated this is how your day would turn out but you were happier than ever you’d chosen to wear a skirt that morning.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things fluff #modern au #no upside down au #duchess.txt #duchess writes

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Break up with your Girlfriend (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Okay now time for Graves to be the cheater, guys I know I write a lot of cheating but its how I cope LMFAO (let's not get into it), don't be a homewrecker, and do not be a cheater 🙏🏼 I do not endorse what I write, I am just delulu

Based on break up with your girlfriend, I'm bored by Ariana Grande

gn! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 915

Warnings: cheating, sexual tension, swearing, pet names, slight nsfw (i think that's it?)

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After an intense mission, you found yourself and the other Shadows lounging in the common room. Almost everyone was accounted for but the Commander, your eyes scanned the room trying to find him.

“Looking for Graves?”, one of the boys next to you spoke up nudging your arm, “We’ve all noticed”,

“Noticed what?” playing dumb was the smart option, you couldn't have the other Shadows thinking you had a thing for the Commander, it wasn't professional, especially in the life-or-death situations you found yourself in with the Company.

“We all know you like him” another Shadow had chimed in on the conversation, “He’s got a girl back home ya know, tough luck” this got a laugh out of the others as they looked at you awaiting your next move.

You slowly leaned back into the chair you were sat in, bringing a hand up to your mouth as you lightly bit your thumbnail, “That’s too bad, isn't it?” you were no longer looking in the room for Graves, your eyes found him in the hallway fiddling with a key to his office. “Well looks like it’s time for me to go” you stood up lightly patting the boys' backs next to you as you walked towards the Commander's office. Straightening your jacket as you approached the door, you heard wolf whistles from the common area which you responded to with a middle finger in their direction.

Lightly knocking on the door, “It’s meeee” you spoke in a sing-song tone,

Graves opened the door, “Whaddya doin’ here, I thought y’all were hanging out down the hall?”. Stepping aside, allowing you to step into the office as he closed the door behind you.

“What? I can't come hang out with my favorite Commander?” you laughed sitting in Graves’ chair, resting your feet on the mahogany desk as you got comfortable.

Phillip tsked, and motioned his finger to signal you to remove your feet from the desk, complying to the orders as he spoke, “I’m your only Commander,” he laughed to himself as he stroked his jaw looking at you. Graves had a feeling he knew why you were sitting in his chair, in his office, pushing the limits from the second you walked in his door. It took everything in him to not give in, and he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last.

You spun the chair around to look at the shelves behind the desk, some family photos were tacked on the bulletin board. One caught your eye, Phillip Graves and the girlfriend. It was a cute photo, as much as you hated looking at it. The photo was worn with creases distorting the image a bit, it looked like it was taken on one of Graves’ deployment days. He looked slightly younger in it, but still handsome nevertheless. You could feel his eyes on you as you hovered over the bulletin board.

“Where’s my picture, Phil?” you got up, moving to the front of the desk, now sitting on top of it.

“We haven't got a photo to put up there” he scratched the back of his neck, looking very obviously flustered at the idea.

“Well, when are we gonna take one?” you smiled sweetly at him.

Despite how innocent you looked asking Graves, he knew your intentions, he wasn't dumb, it's exactly why he played into them. The attraction to you was impossible to ignore, despite having a girlfriend, but she wasn't here, you were.

“I’ll take a picture whenever you want doll” he let the nickname slip out, it wasn't something he called anyone. It was reserved for his girlfriend, at home, but for some reason, his words wanted to push the boundary to pull you in more.

“Doll,” you toyed with the name he had called you, “I like it, that my new call sign?”,

“Let’s keep that one in between us, yeah?” the Commander was now making his way towards you, his eyes were darker than usual. “Why’d you come in here” he now stood in front of you, his hand had made its way to the zipper of your jacket, slowly zipping it down to reveal a plain white shirt.

“I think you know Phillip,” you looked up at him with hooded eyes, placing your hands on his chest.

“Say it for me”

“Break up with your girlfriend” you whispered slowly. Graves let out an exhale as he tipped his head back slightly.

“Now…” you could see the wheels turning as he thought about what you said, “This ain’t right” he mumbled.

“I never said it was, but here we are” your hands moving from his chest to his waist pulling him in closer. His hands moved to cup your face, closing the gap as he leaned in placing a slow kiss on your lips, both of you finally giving into the temptations.

The two of you finally pulled away to catch your breaths, smiling at each other. The Commander rubbed his fingers on his temple, “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Come find me in the morning and show me,” you snuck out of Graves’ grasp, now heading to the door to leave.

“I’ll see you then doll”, Phillip nodded his head at you as you let yourself out.

You slowly shut the door behind you, the Shadows in the common area looking shocked as you threw them a wink while you headed back to your room to prepare for the morning.

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This is lowkey like my first fic but just flipped, I can't tell which dynamic I like better hahah

#phillip graves cod #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #philip graves x reader #philip graves #phillip graves x you #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #Spotify

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malfoyfarms · 2 years

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Honey

JJ Maybank x Fem!Pouge Reader

WC: 1119

T&W: none

a/n: lolol idk what this is but I wanted to write again

Slow nights at the boneyard were far and few between, but as JJ and his group of bandits sat sprawled around the fire, he couldn’t help but glance around for the one frizzy haired pogue missing. She was off fluttering around to her many, many friends. Honey was sweet and friendly and kind and fierce, a human that just attracted people, good ones too. He pondered on the need to have her pressed against his side or his knees.

“Buddy, you’re staring,” Sarah nudged. He chuckled and thought about the moments earlier spent with his– well not his, Honey.

Honey had smoked a blunt so large, JJ was surprised she wasn’t greened out in his bed at the Chateau. In fact, she was taking off down the jetty toward the sunset. Honey had no breaks sober, not to mention when she was high, causing JJ to take off after her, ensuring she didn’t fall into the ocean.

“Jay, I wanna dance! C’mere right now!” her giggles lured JJ down the jetty. “I wanna dance like our nanas did with us in the kitchen. Like lovers do when they’ve had too much to drink or are making up from a fight.”

She pulled him close and rubbed the tip of her nose to his, “C’mon if I’m never gonna do this with a lover, just appease me.”

He knew in that minute he was a goner.

“What do you mean you’re not going to do it?” He was still holding her close, trying to keep her nose on his.

“I’m not getting out of the cut. ‘N mama says there’s only one person she’ll give me to, but he won’t want me.” He could tell she was going in and out of focus. Hell, she probably doesn’t even know what planet she’s on, but all he could think of was who her mother thought was good enough for her.

“Honey, you know that’s not true.”

“Then dance with me.”

JJ took one of her hands and held it up, placing his other behind right under the edge of her cropped shirt. He ran his rough hand over her scar that she got when she was 7. He could feel her eyelashes kissing his neck as Honey laid her head on his chest. She smelled like her usual self: cinnamon, citrus and Dove, and now a little bit of marijuana. She placed her bare feet on top of his, but his sensories were switched when she started rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. They softly swayed back and forth.

“Hmm,” she blew a breath out. “I may even fall asleep here.”

“Jay! JJ!” That same smell snapped him back out of his memory, only to be met with less than bright eyes. “Can we get out of here? It’s too brick.”

He nodded, pulling her up with him. With slight eyeshifts from their friends, the group decided to let the two go off. After the two were out of eyesight, he gave her the hoodie of hers he was holding onto. She slid it over her form, and trotted behind him mumbling a small thanks.

“So what’s the real reason you wanted to get out of there? I know damn well you weren’t cold, and you seemed to be having a blast making your rounds.” She shook her head, and chuckled.

“Thrilling, listening to everything going on in everyone’s lives, everyone’s problems, and the tea between groups. It’s exhausting!” He grabbed her belt loop to pull Honey closer. “I’m glad people want to talk to me, and feel like they can confide in me, but jeez! Doesn’t anyone wanna know how I feel?”

“I care.”

“I know you do. But you know about my problems before I do myself.” Again, another chuckle.

“C’mon let’s get home before your social battery actually dies.”

“Could we, uh, actually go to the Chateau?” He noted to press that later. Instead of speaking he headed left, not right.

Upon their entrance to the house, Honey was given the option to pick her poison. Weed, alcohol or sober. Much to JJ’s surprise she chose sobriety. She sat down on the opposite side of the couch, visibly uncomfortable. JJ sat at the other end watching a YouTube video. Her hands were fidgeting, picking at the skin around her thumbnail. JJ pretended not to know, knowing she’ll eventually burst.

Instead of saying anything she crawled over to his side of the couch, slowly slithering her way up his body. She managed to wiggle her way in between JJ’s arms. It was like déja-vous, her eyelashes kissing his collarbone. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his torso, and squeezed as hard as she could. He knew exactly what she was up to. His touch-starved best friend was looking for physical comfort. While it was rare that she would act upon her need for physical affection, when she did, JJ knew she truly needed it. He stood up, ensuring his koala was still attached,

As he gently set the two of them down, Honey managed to kick her socks off. Now JJ began his magic. He ran his left hand up and down her back, while his right pushed her hair out of her eyes and took hold on her thigh, her thigh that was still tightly wrapped around him. She began to nuzzle her face deeper into the crook of his neck. His lips sat gently on the top of her head, him slightly leaning into her hair.

A small “thank you,” was mumbled and a squeeze was given in response. He worked his hands across her back, working his way up to her shoulders. He tried to massage out the knots, but eventually gave up as he was plagued with fascination in her hair.

JJ could tell a person anything about Honey. The way she liked her burger, how many alarms she needed to get up in the morning, but most importantly how she expressed her needs. Her subtle squeezes around him portrayed the need for security. His response? A large hand behind her head and a huge squeeze. When a “thank you” was not uttered, he knew she was out cold.

Even the loud commotion of the rest of the pogues coming home didn’t make her stir. Slowly, John B opened the door to JJ’s room, not expecting to see his best friend cradling his dream girl. As he tried to back out quietly, he drew the attention of Kie, who just smirked. John B made a little salute to his friend and shut the door quietly.

“Oh my Honey, what am I going to do with you.”

#jj x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj outer banks #jj maybank fluff #outerbanks #obx #pogues #hms pogue

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yoditopascal · 1 year

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Heat Of The Moment (Part Two)

summary: ‘Adopted daughter to police chief Jim Hopper, Shea has a hard enough time fitting in at Hawkins high, throw in monsters, meddling kids, and alternate dimensions into the mix and she’s not sure how she’ll survive.’

content warning: some angst, character deaths, period-typical racism, period-typical sexism, canon-typical violence, possible smut later on??? (honestly we’ll see), cussing, mutual pining, found family, drug use, this is a reader insert but I hate using y/n so your nickname is ‘Shea’

Previous Chapter//Next Chapter

The Runaway

A series of rapid-fire bangs ripped her from her deep sleep. Jumping up to answer it, she quickly grabbed the closest thing she could find to cover her cold form, a red flannel hanging over the back of the raggedy yellow couch, and put it on over the top. A blurred figure immediately raced past her the minute her door opened, not giving her even a second to speak before he started pacing around in her living room, fear and confusion clear on his face as he chewed on his already short nails.

“Eddie? What's wrong? What time is it?” She said checking her wristwatch, it was just past midnight.

“She’s dead, she’s fucking dead man!”

“Who’s dead? What’s going on?”

“She just started floating and her bones just fucking-” he was pacing in her living room, limbs shaking as tears started to flow freely.

“Her eyes! Christ her eyes Hopper!“

“Eddie!” Shea cried, grabbing him by his face as she got him to look at her “You gotta try and calm down, you're not making any sense!”

“I-I didn’t know what to do or where to go!” He cried as he held on to her arms, she bought them to sit on the couch.

“She just came over to buy something stronger, I wasn’t gonna fuck her up or anything I was just gonna give her some Special K to take the edge off I swear b-but- fuck!”

“I-it’s gonna be ok Eddie” Shea still couldn’t quite make out what Eddie was saying but she knew something had happened to someone and whatever it was Eddie was fucking terrified. Pushing his hair from his face Shea jumped in her skin as Eddie slapped her hands away.

“No it’s fucking not! She fucking dead Hops aren’t you listening to me!”

“I’m trying to Eddie but you’re not making sense!”

“Oh god I think I’m gonna puke” Jumping back up Eddie went back to pacing the room slowly to ease his stomach, one hand on at his mouth as he bit at his thumbnail, the other rubbing at his forehead.

“Let me get you some water or something alright just hang tight,” Shea said jumping to her feet to fetch him something to drink but his next words stopped her in her tracks

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

“What?”

“Oh god I-I came straight over here I’m so fucking stupid! What if someone saw me, w-what if I was followed, man? I lead ‘em right here!” His pacing continued as he picked up his speed

“Eddie don’t-“

“I dragged you right in the middle of all my shit!”

“Hey look at me alright!” Shea shouted, grabbing his attention as she grabbed his hand. Her fingers intertwined with his ringed ones as she held them.

“I don’t know what’s going on right now but I’m gonna help you Eddie nothings gonna happen I got you”

“You don’t get it Hops what if-“

“Whatever is happening I can handle it! I promise.”

“I should leave…I don’t wanna-” he said, beginning to pace the room again before Shea stopped him by putting a hand to his chest

“It’s the middle of the night I’m not letting you drive around, especially with how you are right now, not alone at least.”

“No way in hell I’m dragging you out with me in the middle of the night!” He said with a huff as if that was the most ridiculous idea he’s ever heard.

“Then stay here tonight” Shea said nearly metaphorically knocking the wind out if Eddie as he wasn’t expecting that from her at all

“But-“

“You need rest” “Whatever’s going on we’ll figure it out in the morning. Together. I promise.” She said looking him dead in his eyes as if looking for her answer there.

After some more convincing on her part Shea had managed to talk Eddie into sleeping on her couch. Grabbing some blankets she got him some water before heading to her room, taking her pants off and going to bed herself. Like she told Eddie, whatever was happening she’d help him deal with it all in the morning.

When she woke up the next morning the night before felt like a fever dream. Throwing the covers off of her body she rushed into the living room expecting to find Eddie resting peacefully on the couch but instead found herself faced with a pile of blankets and an empty living room. Panic-stricken, Shea raced around the house looking to see if she could find any trace that Eddie was there but found none.Throwing on some pants, she grabbed her keys and hurried out the door.

“Robin! I need you.” Shea said bursting into the video store, sweat on her brow as she raced up to her friend.

“I’m with a customer right now can’t this wait?” Robin chuckled nervously as she stared at her friend awestruck as she held the phone to her ear. Shea looked visibly shaken as she burst through the doors covered in sweat.

“No I uh have a thing and I uh reeeeeally need you and Steve right now!” She stressed as she hopped over the counter.

“A thing?” Robin mouthed, placing her hand over the receiver to muffle herself.

“Yes a thing!” Shea whispered back, growing more impatient.

“Like a thing, thing ooooor?”

“Christ Robin it’s a thing like Scoops Troop thing !”

“OH!”

“Yes oh!”

“I’m sorry ma’am I’ll have to call you back.” Robin finally said not even giving the woman on the other end time to respond as she hung up the phone and turned her full attention to Shea.

“What the shit why didn’t you say it was a thing , thing the first time you dingus!”

Robin said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I did! Where’s Steve?” Shea asked not wanting to waste anymore time

“In the back I’ll get him.” With that Robin raced to the back and returned with Steve in tow both worried for their clearly distressed friend.

“Shea? What are you doing here, what's wrong?” Steve said starting to sound panicked as he place a hand in Shea’s shoulder and looked her in the eyes, Robin had briefly told him she was there and looked scared but he didn’t expect her to look as freaked out as she was, the last time he had seen her like this was with Billy and the Mind Flayer and well…Steve didn’t really want to thing about that but he hoped that whatever this was about wasn’t nearly as bad.

“Look I-I don’t know the full details of what’s going down but long story short something happened last night with Eddie and now I can’t find him!” Shea explained biting at her nails, she had looked all over town at all his usual hangouts that she could think of before coming to her friends and couldn’t find a trace of Eddie anywhere plus the cops were crawling all over his place, what if something happened to him? What if he got hurt? What if-

“What do you mean you can’t find him? What happened last night?” Steve said, breaking her out of her train of thought.

“He came over last night all shaken up I-I couldn’t really get anything outta him but fuck you guys shoulda seen him I’ve never seen him look so scared!“ Shea cried as paced from behind the counter. “I went to check on him this morning but he was gone, I drove by his place on the way here but there were cops everywhere.”

“Did he tell you anything at all last night?” Robin asked, trying to soothe her friend as she rubbed her back reassuringly.

“ I couldn’t get much outta him besides ‘she’s dead’ and him talking about someone floating but I think… I think this might be an upside down thing” Shea whispered the last part as if just saying the words would conjure up some kind of monster or something.

“Christ” she cursed, sinking down to the floor, her knees to her chest as she scratched her head, this was all too much for her to handle.

“Ok just try and relax here Shea we don’t know what happened yet” Steve tried to reassure her as he sank down to the floor next to her, Robin following suit. He placed a hand on her knee as his thumb rubbed small circles as he tried to console her.

“What if something got him Steve, what if they’re coming after all of us by going after people we know? W-what if someone’s after El?” She covered her mouth as actual tears began to fall from her eyes. It was bad enough that her sister lived in anther state but if she was in danger? She couldn’t even bring herself to think about what she would do if she was.

“Hey calm down”

“I-I gotta check on her”

“Shea she’s ok alright don’t start freaking out”

“She doesn’t have her powers, Steve! She can’t-“

“Hey let’s just figure out what’s going on first ok?” Robin said from beside her trying to get her to take a deep breath and think for a minute.

“Maybe we can get some more answers on the news” Steve said standing as he grabbed the tv remote.

‘We don’t have a lot of details now, but we can confirm the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning in the Forest Hills Trailer Park. The police have not yet released the name although we are told they’re currently in the process of notifying the family.’

“Holy shit” Steve swore as he and the others, now on their feet, watched the live news feed of the police pulling a black body bag out of Eddie’s trailer.

“That’s his house” Steve said stunned

“That his house. You didn’t tell me it was at his house” he repeated, sounding more pissed off by the second, throwing Shea for a loop. She hopped it was her imagination

“What difference does that make?”

“Jesus Shea what if it really was him? Huh? Do you actually know that it wasn’t him?” Steve said, crossing his arms over his raised chest.

Oh he was definitely mad now.

“It wasn’t him, Eddie would never do that.” Shea said matter of factly crossing her arms over her chest too.

“You were with him last night for fuck’s sake! He could have hurt you or worse!”

“You don’t know shit about him Steve!” Shea shouted raising herself to Steve’s level

“Yeah you said the same shit about Billy and look what happened!” Steve shouted back, Shea stared at him dumbfounded, her scar on her stomach starting to feel hot and sensitive.

Now that was a low blow, even for Steve.

“Ok that’s enough let’s break it up guys” Robin said trying to come in between the two before it could get ugly but the damage was already done. Steve continued on anyways, not yet realizing that Shea had completely shut down on him.

“I mean come on what if he was high on something or was possessed did you even stop to think about any of that shit Shea?”

“Steve!” Robin yelled, breaking him out of his rant.

“What?” He said looking back and forth between Robin and Shea who had her head down as pure anger swirled behind her dark eyes. “Shit Shea look I didn’t mean-“ he said moving to comfort her but she backed away.

“Fuck off Harrington.”

Ignoring Steve’s presence Shea turned her full attention to Robin “I gotta call El”

“You can use the phone in the back.” Robin said, pointing to the closed back room. Shea nodded before taking one look at Steve from the corner of her eye and storming off, slammed the door behind her.

“I probably shouldn’t have said all that.” Steve sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock.”

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 27 - gags

txt 1.6k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Choi Yeonjun NSFW

🖤 warnings: affectionate shit-talking, the tiniest bit of degradation if you squint, finally getting yeonjun to shut his stupid mouth jfc 🖤

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It's a good thing that Yeonjun is a good sport about pretty much everything, because he's also unmatched in pretty much everything.

Just in general. He's got the most striking catlike good looks you've ever seen. He's tall, he's lithe and strong and slim like a model. Energetic, unstoppable. He's flexible enough, literally and figuratively, for all the games you want to play with him, for every whim that strikes you.

If he was picky, or too demanding or too settled in roles or wishes, on top of looking and being the way he is? You'd have a difficult choice to make, in that case: put up with him (which is nearly impossible when he's in a mood), or miss out on a hell of a lot of fun.

You know in your heart of hearts that you couldn't give him up, though. Not Yeonjun. He's just too good.

There is, however, one thing about Yeonjun that you would change if you could.

His fucking mouth.

Not physically, or anything, because he's got gorgeous thick downturned lips that give him a fantastic perpetual pout. You don't need that to change at all.

But if he could learn how to shut up? God, civilization would be saved.

He's a good sport, though, agreeable and sweet even when you're less than patient with the more abrasive parts of his personality. It's not like he's trying to annoy you, most of the time, but he's also not trying to stop himself. He knows very well what he's like, and you know that he thinks it's charming. He's usually right.

So when you finally do crack after another onslaught of rapid-fire commentary and jokes and obnoxious impromptu singing during what is supposed to be sex and break out the secret weapon that you've been saving for a night like this, Yeonjun isn't angry.

He just holds up the bit gag, dangling it from his accusatory pointer finger by the strap, and says, "I think this is a hint."

"Yeah, you think?"

"I mean," he sniffs, and fuck, you can already feel the Shakespearean performance incoming, "How else am I supposed to take it?"

"In your mouth," you deadpan.

He frowns at you, all sarcasm. "Ha, ha."

"I was just thinking we could try it out," you say innocently.

"On me or on you?"

"On you, obviously."

Yeonjun spins the damn thing around his finger, clattering it gracelessly. "I dunno, I think this should be decided democratically."

"I really want to see you in it," you wheedle.

He gives you a sidelong smirk. "Think I'd look good?"

"Yeah, super good. Seen and not heard. Ideal."

That beautiful, incredibly noisy mouth changes expressions in an instant, this time a full-force pout, lower lip downturned and dramatic and admittedly adorable. He glares at the gag, as if the poor silicone tool is singlehandedly responsible for all this. He turns the glare on you, next.

"I could make noise around this," he muses.

You nod. "You know what, I'm sure you could, a little."

"No, no, I bet I can be much more annoying with this on."

He's kidding himself, with that one, but you're willing to let him tire himself out. "Does that mean we can try it?"

"Sure," Yeonjun agrees.

Perfection.

By the time you've gotten him to surrender the gag back to you, and wheedled him into the bedroom, and let him try smooch and charm and babygirl his way into being allowed to talk all night, instead - pretty please, (Y/N), you're gonna miss listening to me - you can tell that Yeonjun is actually kind of nervous.

He's nude and he's beautiful, sitting on the edge of the mattress, and he's chewing on his thumbnail with wide glassy eyes like the world's worst pinup, as you fit the bit gag around the back of his head and adjust the straps.

"I'll be able to breathe, right?" he asks, dubious.

"Baby, the company would be in deep shit if their toys suffocated people."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Yes, you'll be able to breathe. Unless you, like, swallow it."

"Can that happen?!"

He has to be putting you on. You lean around to look him in the eye, and sure enough, he's grinning. Dumbass.

"Not unless you chew through the bit?"

Considering it's a piece of solid silicone molded into a thick cylinder, built to hold between the front teeth, or just the lips, to stuff someone's mouth shut, you doubt that even he could manage that.

"I've got strong teeth," he mutters.

"Not that strong."

"Why's it look like that, anyway?"

"You're full of questions today," you say, working on the auxiliary strap that goes over the top of his head to keep it all in place.

"Answer them, then."

"It's a bit gag."

His smile is terrible. "A bit of what?"

"A bit," you repeat, ignoring his joke. "Like a horse bit? The thing they put in a horse's mouth?"

"I'm a horse to you?"

"The way that I plan on riding you, yes."

"Oh, that was awful," he grimaces.

"Consider it a taste of your own medicine."

It's like he's trying to get all of his words in right now, before he's not able to speak anymore.

"Hey," you say, as you finish fitting the strap and take the whole thing off him.

"Yeah?"

"If you don't like this, we don't have to do it."

Yeonjun's face is pink-tinted, flustered already, but not upset. Calm. Open.

"No, we can," he says.

"Just giving you the choice. It's always a choice."

"You say, as if I would ever be quiet about not liking something," he grins.

"As if you would ever be quiet, period."

"That's the objective, here, isn't it?"

You have to match his smile, at that. "It is."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

That's a good question.

You fit the gag around his head again, and ease the rubbery bit between his pretty lips. His eyes widen even more at the sensation of it, keeping his mouth open but his motions stifled, as you make sure that the straps are comfortable but secure.

"Anything hurt?"

Yeonjun goes to answer you, but the sound that he lets out is indistinct, not quite a fully articulated sound. His eyebrows fly up.

Maybe he wasn't expecting this to be as effective as it is.

Slowly, he shakes his head to indicate no. No, nothing hurts. His cheeks are even pinker now, betraying his fluster, his self-consciousness.

"Is it okay?" you ask. "If it's even a little bit weird or scary, I can take it off, and we can try again some other time. Or not at all."

But you've barely finished speaking before he nods firmly, and holds up one hand with the circle and extended fingers of an "OK"

"Okay," you hum.

He's breathing a little heavier already, chest heaving and the gag moving a little as he adjusts his teeth, his tongue behind it. You don't think it's that suffocation he's talking about, though. You think he probably likes this way, way more than he expected.

"You can't talk well, so...let's do, what, three good taps on my shoulder if you need to stop? Like a safeword?" you suggest, reaching out to tap your finger on his bare shoulder to show him.

He nods again, and does it back, three firm taps on your clavicle.

"That's good," you assure him.

Confident that he's going to be able to communicate, you think it's time to start in earnest. He's comfortable, seated on the bed, and as you step back to admire him finally shutting his big mouth for once, you can see that he's hard and leaking, cock betraying how into this he is.

"You talked some big game about being annoying," you say. "When's that gonna start?"

Yeonjun mumbles against the gag.

"That's not very annoying."

You pet his hair, running your fingers along his scalp, a soothing motion that he usually likes, although right now the straps of the gag are in the way. You tug on the strap gently, and you smile when Yeonjun yelps at the feeling of the bit jostling in his mouth.

"That was closer."

You have all the time in the world, to stoke down his pretty jaw, tensed around the gag, and over his thin chest.

"D'you want me to touch you?" you ask lightly.

Yeonjun nods.

"Where?"

He tries to say it, the sound muffled by his gag. The pink tone of his cheeks spreads to his ears. Usually he's shameless about dirty talk, about playing along, but not being able to do it at all seems to be getting to him in a whole new way. You're delighted.

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand that," you coo. "I can touch you here?"

You run your hands over his shoulders, stiff, as he sits with perfect posture though you hadn't asked.

He mumbles something else.

And slowly, he raises a hand, and goes to grab for his own achingly-hard cock. If he can't tell you, he's going to show you, and that's no fun.

"Hands down, please," you request.

He groans, but obeys, hand returning to the mattress.

"You need to use your words," you tell him.

It's mean, and you know it, and he knows it.

As clearly as he can, he whines the word around the gag. You could almost make that one out, and of course, you know exactly what he's saying, but what fun would it be to give in so easily?

"I'm sorry, baby, I can't understand you." It's your turn to pout, pity and provocation. "Speak up."

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mrsaltieri-real · 7 months

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His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Fourteen: Notebooks (Mixed POV)

Words: 2k

Warnings: language, family difficulties, crying, family angst, mention of murder, mentions of stalking, photographs, stolen belongings, murder techniques and methods, mention of Mickey wanting to kill Dahlia, obsession, etc.

A/N: I know, I know, it’s been almost a month but I’ve got my groove back! I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life lately and my mental health had a drop but I’m feeling a little better and I’m back to writing! I’ve missed this so much, holy shit. I’ll try and update more regularly, I promise!

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Mickey’s hand gripped my thigh underneath the table, stopping the rapid bouncing motion and pushing it down firmly before leaning his head toward me.

“They’re your parents, Dahli, not the Devil.” He whispered into my ear, thumb gently swiping across the bare skin of my thigh.

“Apples and oranges.” I muttered, gnawing at my thumbnail anxiously as my eyes remained trained on the door to the restaurant.

Mickey chuckled softly, hand moving to gently cup my cheek and make me look at him. “I’m here with you, it’s gonna be alright.”

I nodded my head at him, eyes remaining on his face and I felt the pressure building in my chest begin to subdue. He looked so calm, so careless. Granted, he didn’t know how insufferable they could be and he’d find out soon enough, but his confidence that everything was going to be okay took some of the weight off of my already loaded shoulders.

He leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to mine, his thumb swiping across my cheekbone. I found myself getting lost in it until I heard someone clearing their throat and I pulled back, my eyes settling on the uncomfortable faces of my parents.

“Mom, dad.” I mumbled, sitting back in my chair. I felt Mickey’s hand take mine under the table and I squeezed it appreciatively. My mother looked at me with undiluted disgust, pulling her chair back sharply to sit down.

“Dahlia-“

“So, honey, how’s college?” My dad interrupted my mom quickly, taking his own seat and leaning toward me, elbows resting on the table and his hands clasped together.

My eyebrow arched a fraction as I looked at him, a little sceptical before responding carefully, “It’s going okay. Law isn’t an easy major, but I’m getting through it.”

“Good, good. Glad that you’re pursuing it. Honestly, we thought you’d have moved onto something else by now.” He said with a laugh.

He was clearly trying to make a joke to lighten the mood but my jaw went rigid and I smiled tightly, holding onto Mickey’s hand for dear life and perhaps squeezing a little harder than necessary, though he didn’t flinch. “How surprising.”

“And you, sorry, what was your name again?” My dad turned his attention to Mickey, looking a little cautious. I knew how it probably seemed to him. My dad wasn’t a big guy. Mickey practically towered over him, even sat down. He clearly felt a little threatened.

Mickey hadn’t stopped staring at my mother, who had been shamelessly glaring at me since we had sat down, but looked at my dad.

“Film studies.” He responded simply, lips twitched up into a small smile. I assumed he’d already wagered on what their reactions would be, and he wasn’t going to be disappointed.

“Film studies?” My mother scoffed, finally looking at Mickey, expression nothing short of amused. “Your parents spend all this money to send you to college for film studies?”

“No, Mrs. Levine, I’m here on a scholarship.” Mickey was being polite despite how rude they were being. His face remained smooth and clear, but as I glanced down, I saw his hand gripping the corner of the table so tightly, it’s a wonder the wood didn’t split from beneath his fingers.

“Hm.” My mom eyed him up and down before her attention settled back on me. I stared back at her, my eyebrows arched as I waited for the real reason they wanted to talk to come out.

“Dahlia, the studio producing Gale Weathers’ book into the movie, contacted us. They want to talk to you, get a real insight into your cousin and Billy. They’re offering a great deal of m-“

“Yeah, because you guys really need the money, right? Bullshit, the attention died down this past year and you two are just dying for some more, so you want me to do what? Be a ‘technical advisor’? Spill all of Stu’s secrets? Fuck, no.” Mickey’s hand squeezed mine gently, his thumb rubbing over my knuckles.

My mom rolled her eyes, hands sharply coming down on the table with a dramatic bang, the action making me, my dad and even Mickey jump.

“We’re your parents, Dahlia. You don’t talk to us like that.”

I stared at her, an emotionless laugh leaving me and my head fell back. I dropped Mickey’s hand, leaning toward her. I was no longer a child, and I wasn’t going to be intimidated by her anymore.

“You’re my parents when it suits the two of you, when you need something. What do you want, mom? You want me to sit there and tell people how terrible Stu was? Why did he and Billy kill a bunch of people? Maybe if you guys and Aunt Leslie weren’t such neglectful, money hungry monsters and spent time with us, things would’ve been different, this wouldn’t have happened. Tell that to the fucking studio.” I shoved myself up from the table, the sound of my chair scraping across the ground almost deafening before I grabbed my purse, glaring at them. “I knew I shouldn’t have fucking come.”

Mickey’s POV

I watched Dahlia leave, before I pulled my eyes back to her parents, who were having some weird ass silent conversation with each other.

With a sigh, I stood up, clearing my throat and catching both of their attention as I cleared my throat. “All due respect, Mr and Mrs Levine, but you two are truly fucking awful.” I said calmly. Well, as calmly as I could manage. In reality, I was seeing red and would have loved nothing more than to have handled them in the best way I knew how.

Dahlia’s mother blinked at me, her dads eyes widened in surprise as they both gaped at me.

“Excuse me?” Her mom spat, her eyebrows raised so high I thought for a second they’d disappear into her hairline.

“Did I stutter? You don’t realise how great she is, you don’t deserve to.”

I left the table, feeling them staring after me as I opened the double doors, looking to see where Dahlia had gotten to.

I found her, sat on the floor outside the restaurant underneath the shelter of a doorway to protect herself from the pelting rain. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, her forehead resting on her knees with her curly hair coating both sides of her face.

“Fuck them.” Was the first thing I said as I crouched in front of her with a sigh, my hand moving to rest on her arm. She sniffled a little before looking up at me, and I felt an unfamiliar pang of pain shoot through my chest as I looked at her teary, red rimmed eyes and her wet cheeks.

I’d hardly ever seen her cry before, and I’d never seen her cry like this. I know people cried, it’s completely normal. I never usually had much of a reaction to it. If anything, I’d roll my eyes at the tears and sobs, somewhat irritated by it. But seeing Dahlia this way, so upset and eyes filled with pain and betrayal…

It made me want to go back inside that restaurant and gut her cunt parents in front of everyone.

“When will this fucking end?” She mumbled, eyes beginning to well up again.

I smiled at her slightly, using my thumb to catch her fallen tears and tuck her rain soaked hair behind her ear before placing my finger under her chin to urge her to look up at me. Her brown eyes were so sad, so filled with an unfamiliar pain that it made me even more eager to walk back in there and rip their heads off in front of forty witnesses. It would be worth it, that much I knew. “I don’t know, sweetheart, but they’re not worth your tears, okay? Come on, let me take you back to your dorm.”

She nodded her head, her hand sliding into mine and I pulled her up, slinging my arm across her shoulders before pressing a small kiss to her hairline. She was already freezing cold so I rubbed her upper arm, smoothing out the goosebumps formed from the crisp air.

I felt her eyes on my face and I glanced down at her but she looked away quickly, blinking a couple of times as we began to walk back to campus.

It was at that moment I made the decision that I wasn’t going to hurt her. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, she’d muscled her way under my skin and there was no way in hell I could shake her. I’d never felt this way about anybody before and I had no idea I was capable of it, but as much as I cared for her, was it going to be enough in the end?

The plan was still going to go ahead, but with one key detail officially changed. I’d been toying with it for a while, unsure on what to do. Should I kill her? Should I spare her? How would she handle the fact I was a killer? I knew it would break her heart. Maybe it would actually be kinder to kill her.

Once I dropped Dahlia home, promising her it was just to take a shower and grab a few things before I came back, I went back to my dorm room and looked amongst the boxes piled high in the back of my closet. The boxes were layered with college work on top, just in case someone happened to glance at them, but beneath it had my notebooks, my photographs, my in-depth letters to my predecessor's mother.

I found a few of the photographs I’d taken of Dahlia before we had met. I looked at how detached she was, how subdued and emotionless her eyes were, yet she still managed to be the most stunning thing I had ever seen.

Fuck, if she knew about these pictures she’d never talk to me again. If she knew about the items of clothing, small trinkets and belongings of hers littering the box, she’d know something was up, that something wasn’t quite right. I really have to get a fucking store room.

I eventually found the one notebook in particular I was looking for, my own writing scrawled across the front cover.

Name: D. Levine

DOB: November 23rd, 1978

I stared at her name for a second, finger tracing over the ink gently before I flipped the notebook open and found the page I was looking for.

Methods: Drowning, multiple stab wounds to the torso, gunshot to the head, dismemberment, throwing off balcony, smothering, torture to death, bleed her out, stab to the heart, shot to the heart.

I mused quietly over the page, biting at my thumbnail before letting out a groan, slamming the book closed and properly hiding it back amongst my things, pushing the box back into the depths of my closet.

I knew I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t fucking kill her. Every technique is written down, every scenario I played through my head sent a shiver down my spine.

On the other hand, the thought of doing it to anybody else? Didn’t phase me in the slightest.

No way I could kill Dahlia, but no way could she live to see who I really was. It would kill her, break her again beyond repair and this time, I’d be responsible for all that pain, all that heartache.

Who the fuck actively desires feeling this way about another person? Life was a lot easier when all I gave a shit about was fucking and killing.

I stood up with a groan, cracking my neck before walking to the bathroom. I glanced at my reflection and sighed deeply, pushing a hand through my hair and shaking my head as I turned around to twist the knob of the shower. I stuck my hand under the water, testing the temperature on my skin.

Why did I have to get myself so fucking involved with this girl?

Another thought flitted through my mind as I began to strip off my clothes, a thought that would make all the comprehension and doubt in my mind fuck off.

Dahlia’s blood relative, the only person in her fucked up family she truly cared about, was a serial killer too. Maybe, somewhere below the broken exterior lurked someone who had the potential to be one too. Someone that could help, someone that would finally understand why this was something I had to do.

I laughed to myself, shaking my head as I stepped into the shower, letting the too hot water I liked so much wash over me.

Wouldn’t that just be fucking convenient?

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deltastra · 2 years

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Heeeeeyyyy I’m still alive! Don’t worry, I’m still playing Xenoblade Chronicles 3 as well!

In fact, I finished chapter 6 almost a week ago.

The reason why it takes me so long to finish chapters is because I am enjoying all the side quests. The side quests are just so much fun. The stories are all so engaging and I rarely find myself button mashing the dialogue.

And my favourite aspect in ascension quests is when Kevesi heroes get to meet Agnian heroes, their interactions are very interesting!

To be honest, after I finish the game, I plan to write my thoughts on each hero in xenoblade chronicles 3. But we’ll see…

Now, I’ll be diving into spoiler territory! Keep in mind, it took me a long time to complete this so I may have forgotten some things!

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 6 AND IT’S ENDING

Not gonna lie, starting off the chapter with Noah in the middle of nowhere with muffled noises is a great way to pull you into his psyche. But man, I was not expecting to get N’s backstory through Noah (I know, I’m dumb).

Unfortunately, I was spoiled over M and N having a baby through a YouTube video’s thumbnail and title that got recommended me while I was watching a thirst edit of one of my favourite anime villains so it wasn’t surprising to me.

What was surprising, however, WAS THAT THOSE TWO USED TO BE LOST NUMBERS??

Man, seeing N try again and again to save M from death was sad. Not to mention that scene with N telling his child that he has to go soon, hinting towards his homecoming.

The idea that he chose to become Moebius because he wanted this “endless” really made me feel for him. Unfortunately, not too much. Because the guy was way too obsessed.

I love that shot of him standing between two paths though…

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Ok, now for the plot twist with Mio switching with M. On one hand, I feel cheated. It made me feel like all that build-up was worthless if it was going to be resolved almost immediately. On the other, I do quite like the way they brought her back. It ties in to the fact that M never wanted this. M was happy with N before Moebius. She was suffering so much but she chose to be quiet. N couldn’t see that. It just makes it more sadder because back in that cell, she said “my Noah”. That line was sweet but felt off to me back then cause I didn’t think Noah and Mio’s relationship got to THAT point. Well now it makes sense, it was M…

Rest in Peace M :(

N’s rage was brilliantly done. I love how obsessed and desperate he sounded the moment he realised what happened. But alas, I guess he was too blinded by rage to see why M betrayed him.

Noah finally having the courage to use Lucky Seven was amazing, the blade looks so cool.

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Aight I’m just going to say it. WHO IS RIKU??? (Don’t spoil thanks)

I remember reading some comments saying that the nopon in the previous games were annoying rather than cute. I found that hard to believe because I ADORE the nopons in this game. They’re so adorable, especially Riku and Manana <3

It’s very interesting how Riku is this type of “mentor-figure” to Noah. Hope to see more but only one chapter remaining…

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Now for the Queen of Agnus scene…

The location where she sleeps looks so beautiful and the theme was heavenly. It really makes you feel the weight of how far you’ve come and what you’re about to do.

And the scene when she finally wakes up… I’ll be honest, I never played xenoblade chronicles 2, just watched clips. But I LOVED Nia there, so seeing her here did make me smile. And the music that played while she was waking up, it sounded familiar to I decided to check. The Drifting Soul motif was brilliant.

AND THEN SHE GOT SHOT AND I WAS PISSED (she lived tho and we got to hear got to hear her be pissed over it till she realised ppl were watching her lol)

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I’ll be honest, I was getting kind of annoyed with Joran’s “IM BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU NOW” attitude. He felt like an edgy kid to me despite his first reveal in Colony Lambda being pretty shocking.

But now, that’s all changed. The idea that once you become Moebius, you see all your past lives, must’ve been awful for him. Seeing that he was “useless” in his previous lives as well, makes his change in demeanour more sensible to me now.

Regardless, his friends never gave up on him. They really did know the real Joran. And he finally acknowledged that. I was genuinely proud of him over his decision despite it resulting in his death.

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The emotional weight didn’t completely reach me till this scene. In a way, both Joran and Lanz got the closure they needed. I was happy that Joran’s final thoughts before his death was him with Noah, Lanz, and Eunie. All of them together, in their younger years. Not only does his death really make me feel that it’s the end of that era where children were met with expectations to win wars, but also how far those three have come.

It was like Joran saying goodbye to them, to the trio he once knew. They didn’t surpass him, I don’t think that’s the point. They simply changed. And his “maybe next time…” makes me feels like he is ready to as well. That’s just how I like to interpret it.

Overall, his redemption was amazing and was the highlight for this chapter to me.

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That’s the end folks! I’ll see y’all in like….I don’t know….another month? I really am playing the game, almost every day actually! I’m just more keen on trying to find EVERY quest.

I do plan on finishing the game before Sonic Frontiers releases. So, definitely going to finish this game by the end of the month or early November.

I plan to write a full review of the game after I finish the main story. It’s been a while since my last proper review (which was omniscient reader).

I hope this was a fun read, feel free to share your thoughts too! I love discussing the game with you guys.

Stay safe!

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A/N : This was a bit of self indulgent because I myself have a bad habit of biting my nails lol. Can be read for both mcu and tasm peters. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you have a habit of biting your nails when stressed out so Peter decides to help you get rid of it by painting your nails.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : fluff

“A little more and you’re gonna chew your whole thumb off.” You hear Peter say as you stop chewing on your thumbnail and lift your gaze from the book on your lap to him.

“You know I can’t help it when I’m stressed.” You huffed with a pout. “And tomorrow we’ve this seminar, so major stress!”

“But it’s not good to do that, you could get an infection.” His voice was full of concern as always.

“Ok mom, I’ll try not to do it.” You snicker, returning your attention back to the book you were reading.

You got the habit of biting your nails during your middle school and since then it stuck with you. Stress, anxiety or just plain and simple boredom triggers it so you don't get to see the whites of your nails that often.

In the past you tried a lot of things to get out of that habit— applying bitter tasting polish, consciously trying to resist the urge to chew your nails but it was all in vain. And tomorrow you had this seminar where you had to discuss your project with the professors and you wanted to impress them badly that is why you had called Peter to your apartment to go through the key points for one last time.

You didn’t notice but Peter was keeping an eye so when your thumb reaches up to your mouth again he barks out.

“Ok that’s it!” You look up at him startled. “I think now I’ve to take the matter in my own hands and stop you from biting your nails”

“And how are you gonna do that genius?” You quip.

“I’m going to paint your nails.” He declares quite confidently.

“What?” A laugh bubbles out of your throat.

“Yes.”

“You sound way too confident for someone who doesn’t know a thing about nail art.”

“What’s youtube for? And I’m a fast learner, it won’t be that hard.” He shrugs nonchalantly as he thinks about all the times he saw you and aunt May applying nail polish. It looked easy to him just like filling color inside a shape.

“Ok Mr. Parker, thou shalt I trust my nails.” You agree, secretly a little excited at the whole idea of him painting your nails.

Peter opens youtube on his phone and types in the search bar as you look over his shoulder.

“DIY spiderman nail art tutorial? Really?” You arch an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong with that?” A cute frown appears on his forehead.

“You’re so self obsessed.” You snort, shaking your head.

“In my defense red looks good on you.” He says.

“Uh huh.” You nod, trying to stifle a laugh.

“And also your boyfriend is the spiderman so…” He lifts a shoulder grinning cheekily.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You narrow your eyes giving him a knowing smirk. “Now get on with it tiger.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He plays the video and there it instructs to get all the necessary supplies first. Accordingly he walks over to your dresser and opens the second drawer to take out the box in which you keep your nail polish bottles. He comes back to sit on your bed and resumes the video. It then says to apply the base coat first.

“Ok that’s easy.” He says and looks into the box full of bottles in different shades. You smile at how adorable he looks confused as he tries to figure out which one it is. You finally decide to help and pick out a clear bottle.

“This one.”

“Oh thanks” He takes it from you rubbing the back of his neck, smiling meekly. He grabs a pillow and places it on his lap as you rest your hands flat on it.

Peter then uncaps the bottle and dips the brush in the clear liquid to apply it evenly on your nails one by one. He was doing quite a good job and you loved to watch him so focused on his work.

“And it’s done. What’s the next step?” He says enthusiastically, very happy with his work and presses the play button again. The video then says to let it dry for a minute before applying the red color nail polish next. He playfully blows air over your nails and you giggle.

Next he opens the red nail polish bottle and slowly applies it on your nails. You thought your nails were already looking pretty not just because of the color but because of Peter who was doing your nails.

Till now everything was going fine but then the video goes on to demonstrate how to draw webs and the eyes of his mask which you thought was a bit tricky.

“You’re sure you can do that?” You ask him with a dubious look on your face. “You can just leave it like this, it already looks nice.”

“Have some faith in me Y/N, I designed my own suit.” He grunts. “I can do this very easily.” He says with confidence but you aren’t convinced at all.

Peter picks a thin brush and dips it in the white paint and draws webs on your nails which were a bit uneven but it was passable. Then he goes to design his mask with the black paint and it smudges around the corners.

“That definitely doesn’t look like your mask.” You comment.

“Just wait a second, don’t get so impatient.” He huffs and goes to correct it but it gets mixed with white color which was still wet.

“Oh no this looks bad.” He groans. “I’m sorry, Y/N let me rub it off with some remover. This was a bad idea.” He sounded so upset that it made you feel sad as well.

“No!” You take your hands off the pillow when he goes to put some remover on it. “Leave it like that.”

“Y/N, I totally messed it up. You were right, I should've kept it simple.”

You look at your nails admiring the artwork. “I think it’s perfect.”

“What?” Peter looks at you as if you’ve gone insane.

“I think they’re pretty, Peter. You know why?” You smile fondly. “Because my sweet, caring boyfriend did them for me. How can I get rid of it so easily? I love you, Peter, that means I love all your imperfections as well. So I’m gonna keep these.” You grab the top coat and apply a good amount of it on your nails so the paint stays longer. Peter couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again as he couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“See it’s done.” You twirl your fingers in front of him. “Now let’s order some takeout then we can cuddle on the couch and watch your favorite star wars.”

“Done.” He says excitedly and hurries out of the room to put on the movie.

Next day after your seminar you were sitting in the college cafeteria with your group.

“Nice nail art, Y/N. Didn’t know smudged nail art is the latest trend.” Harry snickers.

“Haha, very funny.” You roll your eyes “fyi Peter did these for me last night. And I think they're pretty.” You say proudly making Peter blush a little sitting beside Harry.

“Aww can you guys be any more cute?!” Gwen chimes in. “Harry, you should take notes.”

“I think I need a manicure too.” Harry says making a show of checking out his nails. “Petey, can you do my nails as well please?” He leans over Peter, batting his eyes at him.

“Fuck off man!” Peter shoves him with his elbow grumbling.

“You wound me Parker.” Harry laughs rubbing the side of his stomach and you all laugh along with him.

Surprisingly Peter’s plan to stop you from biting your nails worked . The whole week you were being extra careful to make sure his artwork doesn’t chip off. But you knew it wasn’t going to last forever because at the end of the second week the color started to chip off at the corner of your nails as you let out a sigh feeling upset.

“What happened?” Peter asks, sitting beside you on the couch.

“Your web art is fading away.” You show him your nails with a sad pout.

Peter laughs. “That’s alright babe” he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Your personal nail artist will do it again for you. And I’ve been practicing so this time it’s gonna be perfect.”

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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years

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Summary: When Sam finds out Dean has been harbouring a little crush on his long term girlfriend, he has a very unique way of showing Dean that she belongs to him.

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader (unrequited).

Words: 1.2K.

Warnings: unrequited feelings, explicit sexual content, voyeurism, consensual amateur pornography, dom!Sam (sort of), 18+.

A/N: Formerly a Patron exclusive. Written from Dean’s POV. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

I drop the case of beer and pizza onto the War Room table, eyeing the pile of never ending research fanned out across the map of the world below it.

“Sammy?” I call, my voice echoing back to me. “Y/N?”

Nothing. How odd.

I left them in this exact spot, noses deep in the books and ancient texts they abandoned. They couldn’t have— no, I’d hear her moaning down the corridor. Those soft, little whimpers that carry through the silence, and the desperate pleas tumbling from her lips as she pleads with Sam to fuck her harder.

I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away, and set about trying to tidy a little in an attempt to stop myself from imagining her sprawled out on the table, my cock buried to the hilt inside her pussy.

Jeez Dean, get a fucking grip.

My cell vibrates in my pocket, pulling me from my reverie. I hurriedly fish it out and at the sight of the name flashing on the screen, I cough and hit green. Shame heats my cheeks. “Hey, where’d you go? Pizza’s gonna go cold, even got extra jalapenos for Y/N.”

The line is crackly and distant, but I can just about make Sam out. “I’m sure you’ll manage to eat our share before it does,” he makes a point of commenting. “But we got a lead about the case, and went to check it out.”

“You need me to follow up?” I ask, fingering the keys in my pocket.

“Nah, it’s fine. We got it,” Sam explains and my fingers retreat. “I just sent over a video and a couple of photos to my email though, are you okay to take a look? Think it could just be a rugaru after all.”

“Sure thing dude. I’ll call you when I know more.” I hang up, drop my cell onto the table and reach for a bottle of beer. Air hisses out as I unscrew the cap and chuck it onto the stack of books and papers.

Sam’s laptop remains open, but the screen is off, so I quickly press enter and the computer whirrs to life. I’m not concentrating as the screen boots up, brightness set at full volume until I’ve taken a large swig of Margiekugel’s finest.

I swallow deeply. “Right, let's do this,” I mutter to myself and finally glance up. Emails are already open.

Huh, that’s weird. I swear Sammy said he’d just sent them. My eyes hover over the attachments, thumbnails too small to pinpoint anything substantial, so I click on the video and let it maximise. Instantly I’m confused— this has been shot from inside the bunker. Right where I’m sitting in fact; the illuminated table is a dead giveaway. Curiosity gets the better of me and I find myself pressing play.

I realise my mistake the moment the timer begins to count down.

01:43.

I should probably stop it.

01:42.

Dean, dude, press stop.

01:41.

Y/N is face down and letting out the very moans that started this off in the first place. She was just Sam’s girlfriend. My friend. Someone I could kick back with, laugh at stupid jokes with. She was fun to be around, and when shit usually hit the fan in terms of hunts, she always had our backs. She knew how to wield a gun, behead a vamp— all the traits you’d expect from a seasoned hunter, and I admired the shit out of her for it.

Everything was as perfect as it could be.

Then I heard her one night— tiny, breathless gasps at first, until her screams pulsed in my ears long after they had finished. Just like when you stand too close to a speaker at a rock concert and the dull thump of the bass vibrates inside your skull for hours. I couldn’t forget the sounds she made no matter how much I attempted it, and trust me, I damn well tried. Every girl I picked up in shady bars managed to mask it, for all of five minutes, until her light moans bled into theirs and I began picturing her face as I came. I stopped frequenting bars after that.

By that point, when I only had my hand and a jumbo sized bottle of lube for company. I made any excuse to make myself scarce when they started fucking, even if it was 3am and I had to drive us across two states to slay a kitsune the next morning.

I can’t see Sam, but from the distinct grunts coming from behind the camera, I assume it’s him as he fucks into her with reckless abandon, her ass rippling from the force of his thrusts.

“Whose pussy is this?” Sam growls. Using his spare hand curled around her hip, he pulls her back onto his cock roughly, which elicits the hottest of voice-trapping mewls from her lips that I think I’ve ever heard.

“Oh fu—ck.” The cuh noise cuts across her tongue, like a knife and I can feel my cock swell at the sound of it. “Yours Sam, all yours.”

“Too right it is,” he states firmly. “And ‘m ‘bout to fucking destroy it.”

The camera pans down from the back of her head to between her legs, and the sight finds me swallowing the taste of copper as I bite down on my lower lip.

I watch as Sam’s cock drives in and out of her, and each time he pulls back it’s coated in her arousal, dripping wet and glistening. I can hear her cunt sucking him back in— the kind of obscene squelch that makes my balls tighten, wishing I was the cause of the noise. Wishing I was the one making her that wet.

“Sa— Sam, oh god, Sam...” She’s panting hard, and I can see the sweat beading across her back, pooling in the divot of her spine. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Do it baby, come for me.”

From the way she suddenly goes silent and her body quakes within Sam’s iron grip, it’s obvious she’s coming. I can’t see her face from this point of view, but I imagine what I think she’d look like— brows pinched together, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she attempts to stifle a cry. Camera aimed at her pussy the entire time, I can see— can practically feel— her contracting around Sam’s cock and my own aches.

“Fuck baby, look so good comin’ around my cock,” Sam praises, low and deep, as he shunts her further up the table and the video abruptly stops.

I sit in silence, eyes drawn to the edge of the table where Sam had her bent over, and I can almost envision the spot where the imprints of her breasts and sweaty palms no doubt were before they faded away, like nothing ever happened.

Shaking my head out of my thoughts, my fingers skim the mousepad to close the window, and my eyes are suddenly diverted to the singular sentence that accompanies the video. I never even registered it before, but part of me thinks if I had, I would never have subjected myself to it in the first place.

She belongs to me.

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Bittersweet Coffee 3

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader Fanfiction

Summary: Sequel of my fic “Hot Cocoa”. In that one, the reader was a primary school teacher new to Daryl’s town and the teacher of his nephew, Sam Dixon, who Daryl cares for while Merle is in jail. That’s how reader and Daryl met, you can see the development of their relationship in that fic. In this one, we’ll see them dealing with the apocalypse, starting from the outbreak and following the show timeline, more or less.

You can find the previous fic and chapters, along with plenty of others in my masterlist.

CHAPTER 3: TO THE WOODS

You were walking to your tent to get some water after trying to entertain the kids with Abby for a couple of hours, and you noticed Merle and Daryl there, quietly arguing about something��well, Merle was never the quietest.

“I’m tellin’ ya…things are gonna get ugly pretty soon…” He was saying harshly. “And we better ain’t here when it happens.”

“Yeah? And what do you wanna do, uh?” Daryl snapped back. “Take Y/N and the kid and ran while they shoot at us?”

“Who’s going to shoot at us and why?” You frowned, confused, and Merle shushed you as if he hadn’t been talking louder than you.

“That ain’t none of yer fuckin’ business,” he growled at you.

“Excuse you?!” You snapped.

“Merle!” Daryl snapped too, but he rubbed his forehead, seeming tired, and you didn't want to add a fight between his brother and you to everything that was burdening him already, and so you decided not to say anything.

“Yeah, take yer bitch’s side as always and turn on yer own brother,” Merle snapped as he always did when it came to you and him, even if Dary always did his best not to take sides. It’d been a while since Merle snapped at you like that, though, calling you a bitch, and you wondered if the situation in which you all were was getting to him too.

Daryl didn’t say anything and neither did you, and so Merle just huffed, walking away angrily and leaving you and Daryl alone.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that,” Daryl sighed tiredly and you nodded, sitting down on the ground next to him. “He, uh…everythin’ that’s goin’ on…he just…but he shouldn’t take it out on ya…”

“What were you both talking about?” You asked, that was more important than Merle and his stupid mouth and dislike for you.

“We, uh…” Daryl chewed on his thumbnail, glancing at you and then at the ground. “We checked the food…looks like we’ll run out of rations by the end of the week or so,” he explained. “And when that happen, things ain’t gonna be pretty…”

Yeah…you could bet. “Maybe they’ll bring more soon…the military…”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna come…the soldiers,” he waved around. “I don’t think they know shit of what’s goin’ on or what to do either.” It sounded unsettling, but they did look nervous and lost more often than not and they never answered any questions. “And most look like they’re new or somethin’.”

“But maybe they have contact with other camps and with…I don’t know, their bosses or whatever…whoever is organizing this…” You said, you had trusted that the military had a plan.

“Dunno…” Daryl muttered, looking around again. “Looks to me like all this’s improvised…”

“Yeah?” You asked, starting to feel as helpless as when you were trapped in the school, and Daryl shrugged.

“Dunno but…too little food, too little weapons…this ain’t lookin’ like they planned on making a permanent camp, on bringin’ civilians... and there ain’t many soldiers…and they don’t let us have weapons, we got nothin’ to keep us safe, just those soldiers,” Daryl said, frowning. “Still safer than a camp with no perimeter…”

“But if we starve…” You shuddered.

“Or people kill each other for food…” Daryl muttered darkly and you felt nauseous.

“What can we do?”

“I can get us food, I told the soldiers that I was gonna go out to hunt us somethin’ on the woods,” Daryl told you, and you had been vegetarian for several years, even if might seem odd for some people since you were married to Darl, but at this moment you would eat anything, meat or not, you knew it was a matter of survival. “But the soldiers said that nobody’s goin’ out.”

“So they won’t let us leave if we want?” You asked and Daryl shook his head. “ Why?”

“I think they too are scared.” He was right…it seemed like not even those soldiers knew what to do with everything that was happening.

“So what do we do?” You asked, trying not to despair, and Daryl shrugged.

“Dunno…Merle’s sayin’ we leave, sneak out,” he explained. “But I don’t know…there’re are soldiers on watch always, if they see us-”

“They wouldn’t shoot at us,” you said but Daryl didn’t look too sure of that. “And we can’t just leave everyone else to starve…”

“We can’t sneak everyone out either.”

“We don’t sneak,” you said. “We tell everyone what Merle and you saw, about the food, and the soldiers not letting us leave, we organize and we demand that the soldiers let us leave if we want, to hunt, to try to find help, to…I don’t know…anything useful, anything that’s not being here doing nothing waiting to starve…”

“Mmm…” Daryl just hummed, still seeming thoughtful and not too convinced of your plan. “Just…just don’t say anything yet, okay?” He was looking at you, seeming worried, and so you let out a sigh and nodded. Daryl gave you a weak, half-smile, leaning to kiss the side of your head before he got up. “I’m gonna go find Merle.”

In the end, it wasn't hunger what almost killed you. Or people fighting each other for food. Or a fight with the soldiers.

It were walkers, those undead monsters that were deadlier than they looked as they moved deceivingly slow, that seemed to multiply and form groups somehow, that seemed to be everywhere, taking over everything…

You didn’t know how it happened, how walkers got inside the camp. Did they sneak in from outside? How, they were nosy, and soldiers used to take watch…did someone from the camp turned? You all had been checked for bite marks.

You didn’t know. You didn’t care. All you knew was that you had been woken up before the sunrise to yelling and people running around. Sam woke up too, looking around the tent startled before he looked at you.

“Come on!” You told him, taking his hand as you both rushed out of the tent.

Everything around the camp seemed to have turned into a mess in a matter of seconds. There were walkers around, some attacking people, others already eating corpses on the ground. There were a few walkers that you didn’t recognize, but most of them seemed to be soldiers.

Everyone who wasn’t dead was screaming, running around, trying to stay away from the walkers, to escape the camp, but the panic around was just making it harder. Some people had managed to push down one of the fences to try and run away, but it had backfired as a small group of walkers cornered them, and all the mess was just attracting more.

“Where's Daryl and dad?!” Sam asked as he looked around, scared, and you were pretty much panicking too. Daryl had been right, you weren’t allowed to have weapons and now you all were helpless, while the majority of soldiers who had weapons seemed to be walkers now, or devoured, or just running away too.

“I don’t know…” You said as you rushed with him, you didn’t know where, you needed to put Sam somewhere safe, find Daryl, but how…

Suddenly, you almost bumped into a walker, claws reaching for you, growling and snapping. Both you and Sam yelped, and you tried to push him behind you to shield him and so the walker would grab you instead of him, while Sam seemed to try to do the same with you, but you stepped in front of him.

Before the walker could get any of you, it was pushed away by James, Tulip’s dad, and so instead the monster attacked him, teeth sinking into his shoulder, tearing off the flesh as they both fell onto the ground, James’ screams masking the one you and Sam let out at it.

Before you could do anything, either run or try and help James even if your rational mind told you that you couldn’t do anything for him, Daryl had reached you all. He kicked at the walker, throwing it off James, and then kept kicking its head, even after it stopped moving, it’s face a bloody mess.

“Daryl.” You reached for him, holding his arm, almost feeling him shake in rage. “Daryl, it’s dead. It’s dead,” you told him, voice shaky, tears falling down your eyes, and Daryl stopped kicking, breathing hard as he looked from the dead walker to you, and then he swallowed hard as he looked at James, who was gurgling on the ground.

“Tulip…” James said weakly.

You forced yourself to look away from him and at Daryl, who was reaching to hold Sam to him while he kept looking at James.

“Daryl, have you seen her?” You asked, desperate. “Tulip, Claudia?” Daryl shook his head, finally looking away from James and reaching for you so he could hold you to him too as he began walking away from the walkers that were approaching.

“Where’s dad?” Sam asked.

“Dunno but we have to….we gotta…” Daryl was looking around as if trying to find a way out of there, an escape from the mess of walkers and panicking people.

You were doing the same when you spotted Tulip, Abby, and Claudia. “Daryl, look!” You pointed at them.

Tulip was climbing one of the short fences, jumping out, and then Abby was helping Claudia to climb too, Tulip picking her from the other side, helping her out too. A walker was making its way to Abby, though, reaching for her as she began to climb, and she kicked him but the walker didn’t relent.

You didn’t know what to do, sure that you were going to see her get bitten and devoured too without being able to stop it, but Daryl had spotted the corpse of one of the soldiers on the ground, still holding his weapon, and so Daryl took the rifle, aiming and shooting down the walker that was trying to grab Abby.

She looked in your direction at it, spotting you, and she nodded. You nodded back at her and then she was jumping off the fence and out of the camp, running with Tulip and Claudia to the woods, away from the walkers that had spotted them.

“We have to get out too!” You said, though you weren’t sure you could reach that fence without your path being blocked by walkers, there seemed to be more of them by the minute.

“We have to find dad,” Sam said.

As if he had summoned him, you heard a shot, and a walker that was approaching dropped dead. When you looked around, you noticed that Merle seemed to have managed to leave the camp too and he was standing on top of the pickup which was parked outside, shooting with his rifle at any approaching walker. When Merle saw you three looking at him, he waved at you to approach him before he began shooting again to clear a path for you three.

“Come on!” Daryl said as he grabbed yours and Sam's hands again, rushing with you towards Merle, who was dragging one of the fences to make a way out for you three.

“The other people…” You said as you looked around, though by now most seemed dead while a few others were running away too, but for sure some others may still be struggling with walkers…

“Y/N, we gotta leave,” Daryl said without stopping, and you knew he was right, you had to get Sam to safety, but you hated the idea of leaving people in danger, unable to help…

“Come on!” Merle urged you once you were close enough, and you three squeezed yourselves through the opening he’d made on the fence while he got into the driver seat of the pick-up.

Sam, Daryl and you got into the pickup too, and Merle began driving away fast, while Daryl retrieved his crossbow from under the seat. You looked back to the camp, a mess of walkers now, most of the fences down, and you realized that the path Merle was driving led away from the woods to where Abby had run with Tulip and Claudia.

“We have to go get Abby and the girls!” You said.

“We can’t go back, mess’s gonna attract more walkers,” Daryl said as he looked back to the camp too.

“Yes, but they ran to the woods, we have-”

“I ain't stoppin’ and I ain’t turnin’ back so shut yer mouth!” Merle barked. “Ain’t gettin’ my family killed for those people.”

“They’re our friends!” Sam said.

“Kid, we gotta keep moving’ they’re probably dead already,” Merle said.

“Merle!” You and Daryl snapped at him while Sam's eyes filled with tears as he glared down.

“What, ya want me lyin’ to the kid?” Merle scoffed.

“They’re not dead,” you said firmly. “They ran to the woods”

“Yeah, but we don’t know where…” Daryl said, frowning as he looked out of the back window too. “Dunno if I could track them maybe…”

“Yeah, you go track them while we wait to be eaten,” Merle scoffed, and you knew it was risky and dangerous, but still, the idea of leaving Abby and the kids alone in the woods to protect themselves…

Daryl chewed on his lip as he kept looking through the window, and you knew he too didn’t like to leave them, that he wanted to go help them, but he was right, you could see more walkers making their way to the camp attracted to the sounds and the smell of blood, you guessed…you’d have to drive through them in order to reach the area to where Abby and the kids had run to…and then Daryl would have to try and find them without any idea of where they might have gone to, with maybe, probably, more of those things around ready to attack…

Merle didn’t stop the pickup, didn’t turn around, he kept driving, and neither Daryl nor you said anything else about it. You held Sam to you and he hid his face on your shoulder as he cried, and tears fell from your eyes too...

You had lost what you thought was a safe place, somewhere to stay while you all waited out this nightmarish situation, while you waited for it to be fixed...but the camp was gone, even with soldiers protecting it, and there was a big possibility that no matter how much you waited, nothing would get fixed, that nobody was trying to or knew how to fix it, that this was the world now and forever...

You had lost your friends...

James...he'd died because of you, putting himself in front of the walker that was going to get you and Sam so it'd get him instead...and you didn't even know where his daughter was, couldn't help her, couldn't protect her...couldn't help James either, just watch him die...

Abby and the girls, you had no idea where they might be, you could only hope that they outrun the monsters, found their way through the woods, that they'd managed to stay safe somehow...but how...what could they do...and you? What could you do now? What was there to do? You had no idea...

You heard Daryl shifting on the seat and then his arms were wrapping around you both too, somehow comforting despite everything...

When Merle finally slowed down the car, you were on a small, bumpy secondary road by the side of the woods, and he drove the pickup into the woods for a few meters, so it’d be hidden among the trees.

Nobody was saying anything, not even Merle, who usually didn’t shut up, and you were the first to speak.

“What do we do?”

There was still a moment of silence before Daryl spoke. “What we planned, camp in the woods..”

“What if a group of those things comes for us here?” You asked…if not even armed soldiers had survived, what would happen to you all if your little camp was attacked…

“We keep watch, we see any of those dead fuckers, we pick our stuff and leave somewhere else,” Daryl said...it didn't sound ideal, but you felt as if all your hopes and ideas had been crushed when the military camp fell and all that people died, and so you said nothing.

Daryl reached into one of the compartments, taking out a map and examining it before showing it to you.

“Ya remember that quarry where we camped this spring?” He asked you and you nodded...it felt like a lifetime ago now.

You, Daryl, and Sam usually went camping every other weekend and also on school breaks, but you usually went to the woods near the town. This year, though, you’d been talking to Daryl about going somewhere else for a change, somewhere that weren’t the woods right next to home, or to visit your family for a couple of days, and finally Daryl’d agreed and told you about that quarry where he knew some people camped sometimes…it was still Georgia but at least it was a change.

You three had gone there for spring break, since Daryl was hoping there wouldn’t be anyone else because most people would go in summer. You had hoped that by summer you’d have talked Daryl into going for holidays somewhere out of Georgia…now summer was here, you'd have had school break in just a week... certainly you had not been expecting this, the virus, the monsters…now you might end up leaving Georgia for all the wrong reasons.

“It ain’t far, we could reach it before it gets dark,” he pointed at it on the map. “It’s uphill, almost top of the mountain, maybe fewer walkers come up there?” He wondered but neither of you had any idea. “It’s a good place for campin’, there’s game in the woods, squirrels, deer, and there’s the creek, we’d have water, fish…” He explained.

“Yeah…sounds good, I guess…” It still felt surreal that you had to make plans like this, but you had no idea where to find a safer place, help, and with the last experience at a camp, you felt hopeless.

“Ain’t bad, lil’ bro.” Merle shrugged, taking the map.

Before anyone said anything else or Merle began driving again, your stomach growled. You were the first surprised, you hadn’t felt hungry even if you hadn’t eaten since last night, and you hadn’t expected to be hungry after everything that you had witnessed in the military camp and with how scared you were.

“I’ll hunt us somethin’ to eat before we go,” Daryl said.

“She can wait until we’re there,” Merle complained.

“I’m hungry too…” Sam said and you weren’t sure if he really was or if he was just trying to help you out.

“Better to hunt now and have somethin’ with us than at the sundown there,” Daryl said, getting out of the pickup before Merle could decide to just drive anyway. “Sam, can ya get a fire goin’ to roast the meat when I’m back? Keep it down, yeah, so it can’t be seen?” He asked and Sam nodded, getting out of the car with you too and he began to collect sticks.

“Yeah, and what are ya gonna hunt for her, uh?” Merle said, nodding to you while looking at Daryl. “A wild carrot?” He asked, laughing at his own joke. You rolled your eyes, but he’d been making jokes about you being vegetarian for years, you were over it.

“I’ll eat whatever Daryl brings,” you said.

“Merle, keep an eye out for walkers,” Daryl instructed.

“Ya think ya can give me orders now, little brother?” Merle taunted but Daryl ignored him, both you and he knew Merle would protect Sam nonetheless.

“I’ll be back, won’t take long,” Daryl said, looking at Sam and then at you. You gave him a nod, even if you were scared of being out there and you were worried about Daryl finding walkers that would attack him while he hunted, and Daryl nodded back at you before he began walking away.

With Daryl gone, Merle began pacing around and you helped Sam to build a little fire. Even if it was small and could barely be seen, it seemed to attract a stranded walker that must have been around, and it made its slow way to you three.

Merle made his way to him, but Sam got up. He’d taken his slingshot and bag with rocks from the car, and he aimed and shoot at the walker, the rock hitting it right in the middle of its forehead. The rock left a deep wound, blood trailing from it, but the walker kept moving.

“Ha! Look at that shot! That’s my boy!” Merle guffawed.

“Merle, it’s still coming,” you said, afraid that it’d reach him.

“I know, I know, ain’t no reason to get all fussy,” Merle scoffed, heading to the walker, hitting its head with the butt of the rifle until the walker stopped moving, and then he headed back to Sam and you. “We need to get ya somethin’ stronger than that, uh?” He said and Sam nodded.

You didn’t want him near those monsters, but on the other side, you knew it’d be good that Sam could protect himself if needed… He wasn’t as defenseless as you, though, that was good, you couldn’t even shoot his slingshot right…how were you going to protect your family like that…you were going to be a burden for Daryl, if he needed to take care of your safety all the time, and he should be worrying and caring for Sam not you, you would put them in risk… you felt like crying…

“You okay, Y/N?” Sam asked you and you realized how close to tears you actually were…you needed to take a hold of yourself, you were a mess.

“Yes, sweetheart.” You tried to assure him. “Merle’s right, it was a good shoot.”

“I’ve never shot at somebody before…” Sam said quietly.

“Sweetheart, that was not a person anymore,” you assured him, hating that he was forced to do something like that. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s not a person and it’s not alive, okay? And you have to protect yourself from those monsters.” Sam nodded, giving you a small smile.

“And if it were a person, it was comin’ to kill ya, so you shoot at them anyway,” Merle added but you decided not to comment on it, you didn’t feel like fighting.

Once Daryl came back to camp, you couldn’t help but feel saddened and repulsed at the sight of the dead rabbit hanging from his belt, but you knew you had to eat.

He glanced at the dead walker on the ground and then at you three, worried.

“Everyone okay?!”

“Yeah, kid hit it on the head with the slingshot,” Merle said, waiving to Sam, who nodded, and a small smile tugged at Daryl’s lip as he looked at Sam.

“Good job, kid,” he said as he sat down next to the small fire.

“We gotta give him somethin’ better than pebbles to take down those dead fuckers,” Merle said and Daryl hummed.

“Like…arrows?” Sam said, eyeing Daryl’s crossbow.

Daryl looked at his crossbow and then at Sam. “Yeah…yeah, once we’re at the quarry, we start practicing with the crossbow.”

“Okay!” Sam said, looking at the crossbow with bright eyes.

“And it was time the kid learned to work a gun,” Merle added.

You felt uneasy at the idea of Sam with a gun, but considering the circumstances…

Daryl began to skin the rabbit and get it ready for cooking, and your stomach turned at it, making you fight a wave of nausea.

Merle noticed, scoffing, but before he could say anything to you, Daryl shot him a warning look. Merle scoffed again but didn't say anything, and Sam, who you guessed had noticed too, asked you to practice with the slingshot with him…why not, you should improve your aim for sure, and so you began shooting peebles with the slingshot to a nearby tree.

Once the food was ready, Daryl packed most of it and gave you all some to eat before you went back to the pickup.

“Better than carrots, uh?” Merle taunted you as you munched on the meat, but you decided to ignore him.

Once you all finished eating, you put down the fire and got into the pickup again, this time Daryl driving after a small, stupid argument with Merle about it, but Daryl had driven to that quarry once already.

He was about to drive when you felt nauseous again, and this time you didn’t feel like you could hold it down, even if you tried to, knowing that you should keep the food in your stomach.

“Hold on,” you said, rushing out of the pickup and managing a few steps before you threw up.

Daryl had followed you and you felt his hand rubbing your back. Once you were done, he offered you a bottle of water.

“Thanks.”

“It was in the car for days, it’s gonna be warm…” he warned you but you didn’t care. “Ya okay?” He asked and you nodded while you drank. “Was it the meat?”

“I don’t know…” You wondered if, after so many years of not eating meat, it could upset your stomach now…that was inconvenient. “Maybe.”

“But ya gotta eat…” Daryl looked at you worriedly.

“I will…I’m sure I’ll get used to it again soon.” At least you hoped so. “I’m good, come on, we should reach that quarry before it gets dark.”

You began walking back to the pickup but Daryl held your arm.

“Wait,” he said and you turned to look at him. “I said I’m gonna teach Sam to handle the crossbow, but I want ya to learn too.”

“Okay…” You nodded, even if you were afraid that you were going to be bad at it, you knew you should learn to kill those monsters if needed.

“The gun and the rifle too,” Daryl kept going. “But we can’t shoot those and make noise, so I dunno…crossbow is better but I dunno where I’m gonna get ya and the kid crossbows either…” He frowned…yes, that was true.

“For now, we start learning how to handle yours,” you told him. “And we stay away from those walking corpses…now come on, let's go."

N/A

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