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scoops-ahoy-fics · 2 years

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let me fix it || eddie munson x reader oneshot [REPOST]

so i queued a post for the first time, bad decision :) tags messed up, i don't know how or why, so i just copy and pasted everything and reposted! sorry for the inconvenience, just wanna get this to the people who might need it!

fighting and arguing aren't good for anxiety, but you know that your boyfriend is the cure. eddie knows exactly how to help <3

reader: gender neutral

characters: eddie munson

genre: light angst to fluff

spoiler warning?: nope!

notes: AAAAAA THIS REQUEST IS ADORABLE <3 im a sucker for fluff like this and writing stuff like this makes my heart go ckdnxkksoszksk <333 thank you so much for the request! a lil shorter than i wanted it to be but i have a huge headache and brain functions go bye bye

Shouting. You could never get away from it. Even in the safety of your own room. Even buried deep in the corner of your closet, hands tightly pressed to your ears. Every inch of you body was shaking, anxiety rushing through every possible vein in your body. You can take this right now, you need to leave.

Carefully crawling out of your window, you could still hear the arguments from your parents. Each word was another pang in your heart as you tried to formulate thoughts. Where could you go? How far would you have to go to get away from this?

Only one person was on your mind. Eddie. Your boyfriend loved you more than anything, and you knew that he would help. Being with him seemed to melt all of your anxiety away, just with a single touch or word from his mouth. You needed him to fix this.

Thankfully his place wasn't that far of a walk, and you had it memorized. The tears clouding your vision wasn't helping, and the heavy breathing was definitely an inconvenience. You were already anxious, and now you were alone in the middle of the night and no body knew where you were?

You began to pick up the pace, running like the wind as tears cascaded down your cheeks as your thoughts got the best of you, and the worst of you. You raced towards Eddie's trailer frantically, eventually getting to the doorstep. You carefully knocked on the door, your hands shaking. You then rested them on your knees, panting.

Eddie opened the door, about to lean against the doorway before his eyes widened. “Hon, what are you doin' here so late? You should be in bed, wh-” he said as you looked up at him, seeing all the tears on your face. And that's when he leapt into action.

He gently took your face in his hands and wiped the tears, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Can I carry you to my bedroom? You look like you're about to pass out baby, I don't need you dying on me,” he chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

After a shake-y nod from you, Eddie carefully picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bed. He laid you down, wiping the new tears that were forming and cascading down your soft cheeks. “Wanna tell me what's going on, or do you wanna cuddle? Let me do what's best for you and get you calmed down a little bit,” he said in a gentle tone, almost whispering into your ear as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

You looked into his eyes and sniffed softly. “Jus' arguing and stuff, got a l-little scared, j-just needed you ...” you mumbled softly as you shuffled closer. Yes, you were super hot from running, but you didn't care. You needed his arms around you.

Eddie knew what he had to do, carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “I've got you now, okay? And nothing's gonna hurt you while I'm here. Mhm, you better believe it,” he said, giving you an exaggerated kiss on the forehead.

A soft giggle left your lips as you looked up at him with a smile. “There's that beautiful smile I love so much, you want more kisses? It looks like you love 'em.”

“I do, I do! I love them,” you said happily, gently kissing his cheek. You were obviously in a better mood, although you weren't entirely calm. You were better than you were, though. And Eddie was over the moon.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp as you kissed his cheek, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Well, I love yours too. We got so much in common! Maybe that's why we make such a good couple?” he joked softly, pressing a few more kisses over your face as he held you tight.

You nodded, gently nuzzling your head into his chest as you enjoyed his comfort. “I love you so much,” you said, muffled by the soft cloth of his shirt.

His hands carefully ran across your back, a gentle smile on his face as he realized that you were better. You were safe in his arms, both of you knew that. And he would protect you with everything he could. Eddie loved you, and you knew that for a fact. He would never let you forget that. “I love you too, honey.”

He continued to run gentle circles into your back as he heard soft snores escape your lips. He moved his hand to feel your forehead and arm temperature before deciding you had cooled down enough. Carefully pulling the soft blanket over the two of you, Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Get some rest, you deserve it. Goodnight, babydoll.”

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years

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Just Like Him

Double Square: Locked in a Room/Closet Together & Quote

Tags: @thisismysecrethappyplace and @spnquotebingo

Paring: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Side Characters: John Winchester(mentioned), Sam Winchester,Bobby Singer, Castiel, Werewolf pack.

"I can't you believe you got us into this, Winchester." Y/n quietly hissed at the man she was face to face with in the dark of a wardrobe of the mutts they we're hunting. It went down hill after they found the packs home which was one of the largest houses in town. A whole ass family of werewolves lived here and they all just got home every single one of them. "Why are you blaming me?!" He harshly whispered back.

Y/n rolled her eyes as the loud noises of a party or feast down stairs shock the floor beneath them. "You said the pack can't be that big. Let's just go in and see if we can gank em." She said mocking his deep voice. "Now were stuck in a closet while are guns are under the bed." The women pushed up on his chest since she was well past aggravated. "Hey at least we can know what were up against." He said with a smirk as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.

The oldest Winchester was glad that they barley had any room or he would have silently been beaten to a pulp. "Do you have your phone? We need back up...there must be around triple the amount of a normal pack has." She muttered to herself. Dean looked at her sheepishly and the anger in her eyes grew brighter. "I left it in baby." He said with a wince. "Y-you left it behind? I'm going to rip a hole in ya before those flee infested mutts can!" Y/n whispered yelled trying to move her arms in vain.

"What about your phone?!" He said trying to shift the blame on her. "Well since you don't remember. You threw my bag into our room breaking it!" She sighed heavily her temper was only rising. "I can take em on,Y/n." Dean defended. "No you can't." She said resting her head on the wall of the wardrobe.

Foot steps made there way up the stairs sound like a couple sets. The noise stopped outside of the room and both hunters strained their eyes to hear them. "I smell something off,Claudette." A young male voice said along with light sniffing. "Clark you're being foolish no one is dumb enough to come here." A female voice scoffed. Y/n looked at Dean and mouthed the words 'Dumbass' making him mouth a 'Fuck you' in return. The foot steps went into the room. "It doesn't smell right in here." The man said walking around. Looking at Dean he had a stupid look on his face and that made her eyes widen as she shock her head. His lips moved counting down from three.

When he got to one the wolves was right in font of the closest doors when they slammed open knocking him on his ass. "CLARK!?" The female said in shock as she rushed over to attack the hunter on top of her pack mate. Dean has wrestled the the now shifting wolf towards the bed and slipped his hand underneath it grabbing his revolver. The barrel was pushed against his chest and was fired. "YOU HUNTER SCUM.!!" She yelled attacking him. Y/n stepped out of the closet and swiftly moved to the other side of the bed to get her shotgun. The women was about to rip into Dean's throat with her claws when the pump of the shotgun made her freeze before she was shot and her body went limp.

Blood painted his face and clothes as he let out a huff,but that was short lived as the rapid stomping of feet rushed up the stairs. "Dear Chuck I hate you." She groaned as the door busted almost of the hinges. There was several werewolves in the doorway and more behind them. Dean and Y/n fought for as long and as hard as they could,but they were out numbered more then they ever have been before. Instead of them getting their hearts ripped out they were both knocked unconscious.

Y/n was woken up by the shouting of Dean. He thrashed in the shared binds uncontrollably trying to get the tall man in front of him to move away. Looking up she can see that another stood before her,but her eyes widen when his sharp fangs dug into her arm. She howled in pain as she regained her senses quickly after that. "Don't worry darling. We'll make sure your well feed." Who can only be the alpha said as the few mutts with them left them tied to a metal pillar in the center of the damp room. They didn't turn the oldest Winchester with their gagged teeth they wanted him to suffer in a different way.

"Y/n/n I'm gonna get us out of this and get you a cure." He said with such confidence,but it only made her angry. "Shut the fuck up! We're in this because of you and you have no one else to blame,but yourself." Her E/c eyes glistened with ushered tears that he couldn't see. Dean was stunned at the back lash. "If you could have just listened to anyone...ANYONE!!! but yourself for two fucking seconds we could have been prepared. You're acting just like John." She paused to breath as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Can't expect help. Have to be all macho and the best there is. Look where that got him!!! Hated by all hunters,putting people he cared about in danger,and getting himself killed." Y/n left the tears slip past down her heated face.

It was Dean's turn to get defensive. "Don't compare me to my dad. I'm nothing like him!" He shouted even though at times he kind of was. "I didn't compare you to him. I said you were acting like him." She said sighing. Y/n contained a groan of pain as she felt her a new set of teeth form within her mouth. "D-dean...you're nothing like John. You've proved to be better man then he ever was,but when you think that only you can carry the weight of the world it puts you in a mind set that you must be the savior." A pained grunt left her throat as her nails were shoved out and replaced with claws. The moon shined through a small slit for a window it was late at night that the sun will soon rise again.

She wanted no needed to confess something to Dean before she turned she couldn't go being pissed at him. "Y/n tell me what to do. What can I do?" He sounded like he was the one who was pained. "I need you to get out of here and live. I'm running out of time and as long as I don't eat a human you'll have a chance to get me cured." She said with a toothless smile there was still something she had to get of her chest before he escaped. Straining her ears she can hear that what was left of the pack was gone to get a large enough meal. "I love you,Winchester. If you come back and I'm too far gone put me down cause I know you will." She said as she used her new claws to cut the ropes. It fell limply on their waists and Dean stood up as Y/n stayed seated.

He handed her her shotgun and he took his own weapon. "I-I love you too,Y/n/n. You'll pull through this you're a Singer." Dean said as he left her behind slipping through the window. He was going to make her proud he didn't listen to her before,but he'll make sure that her words won't fall on deaf ears. Dean went back to their motel room and used his phone to call Sam and Bobby before he prayed to Cas. After the two hunters and angel arrived hours later it was time to save his childhood crush ever since John took them to Bobby's house.

[After Dean left. Back to Y/n]

The moment Dean climbed out of the basement she stood up and went up to the door it was lock. She smiled showing her sharpened teeth grabbing the doorknob she crushed it in her hand making it impossible to unlock. Hours after the impala's loud engine faded away she hear the teen wolf wannabe bastards come back. Y/n sat back down at where she first woke up. She would be damned if she became one of the things she hunted since she was nine.

The door shook violently before the slab of wood was knocked down kicking up dust after it fell down the stair. Spinning the shotgun in her hand she looked up at the dozen werewolves in front of her. "Let's dance." She said with a smirk as her E/c turned golden eyes gleamed with a new fight. Fighting was tough since they've all have feasted on human flesh and were more resilient to her attacks. Y/n had her arms and legs pinned as she thrashed viciously making the supernatural bastards sweat.The alpha of the pack leaned over her head. He tisked at her as he tilted her head to look at him. "Soon pet all that fights gonna leave you. Just take your first meal and be as strong as us." He said brushing his fingers down her cheek. "My what big eyes you have" He teased looking into her eyes. "Better to see you lifeless corpse." She hissed. "What sharp teeth you have."A deep chuckle came from his throat as she tried to bite as his fingers.

He stood up as his ears twitched along with the others. A wolfish grin pulled on her lips as she heard the front door get smashed in. "I think you have company." She said as several of the wolves in human form ran off. "We're not done here pet!" He snapped. "Yes. Yes you are." A voice said from the staircase. Dean stomped down the stairs as havoc continued just a floor above them. He shot the few wolves that stayed in the basement with silver bullet killing them easily in their human forms. The alpha snarled and shifted with the lack of full moon and charged at the oldest Winchester. "I don't need a bloody pack at my defense to make you suffer!" The now fully shifted werewolf lunged forward and started to fight Dean.

Y/n dragged herself to the nearest wall and pulled herself up. There were claw and bite Mark's littering her body she was bleeding so much and was already trying to fight the animalistic urges that started to over power her. It was getting harder and harder especially with the scent of humans near. A spine chilling growl came from the corner of the room. "Dean! How about that cure?!" She yelled fighting herself to not attack him as he fought. "Bobby's looking for the sire and you'll be back to telling me off." He said in response.The wrestling match went on,but it went down to a hand to hand match when Dean's gun was thrown across the room. With quite grunts and heavy breaths the women with (h/c) got up fully and used all the strength left in her to jump on the back of the mutt and fight. If she was going to lose any battle it was going to be on her terms and she refused it to end with the person she loved dead and heartless.

Dean was shocked for a moment before he made his move to grab his gun. He check it and it was empty tossing it aside he looked around for anything with silver that's when he saw it. ~"Hello?! Y/n are you listening?" The young blonde groaned. "Tell me what you're doing again?" The teenager layed across his friends bed as he watches her organizing quarters. "It's for emergency's." She said with a giggle as she puts another roll of coins in the small bag. "What kind of emergency would need hundreds of dollars worth of coins?" He argued sitting up with a sigh. "One day you'll be thankful for thousands of pieces of silver." ~The largest smile grew on his face as he grabbed the bag and Y/n's shotgun and put the now custom bullets of condensed quarters in the barrel. Cocking it he rushes over and shoots the werewolf in the back. Using the second shot he had he fired it in his chest killing the alpha.It was silent for a moment before he pushed the now lifeless body out of the way. Y/n layed there panting and bloody. "Y/n/n I got you. SAMMY! BOBBY!" Dean yelled at the end. Multiple sets of foot steps came down the stairs the older hunter held a syringe of yellow liquid. Pushing the plunger down the hunters sat in silence as they waited for any sign that it worked. Cas came over and healed her wounds as she shot up gasping the claw and bite marks gone.

[Time Skip because filler is boring]

Y/n rested in her bed at the bunker. Her father went home and Cas went off to heaven after she was safe. Dean sat by her side talking with her. "You know Winchester. At times you can act just like John,but I sure do love it when you take down that soldier act and become a hero...my hero." She said with a fond smile as she brushed her hand through his hair. Dean chuckled leaning into her touch as his mind wondered even if he was different from his father,but that still didn't change the fact that when it came to protecting the one's they love they'll do just about anything. Maybe he was just like him.

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Five more to go woah!

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thethirteencreators-blog · 6 years

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Chapter 6.5

"The idiot still isn't answering his phone? Is he working late or something?"

This would be such a simple answer and I wish I could just smile and say, "Sure! That is exactly what's keeping him!" However, I know that this is a lie and I have never been good at lying. I twitch when I lie, my lips betray me and form the most devious grin, and my voice sweetens itself to the point of me sounding like a cartoon character from the sixties. "No, he isn't working late. I walked by the café. It's closed, everyone is gone," I explain to Lyric, slapping my hand onto my knee to keep my leg from shaking. My friend purses his lips, a sign that he was either really irritated or really confused. (Good chance of it being both.) The two of us were in his studio apartment, plopped down on his couch, staring blankly at the muted television in the middle of the room. I came to Lyric's place about five minutes ago and caught him in the middle of watching the movie adaptation Hairspray for the thirtieth time. He invited me in and offered me a pop, but I declined. Caffeine was not what I needed right now. I was already jittery enough. Lyric lifts up his arms in a thoughtful gesture. "Have you tried calling his coworker?" I throw him a pointed look. "Why would I have Jasmine's phone number?" It's ridiculous for him to even assume I would have it. "I don't know. She's cute." Is he joking? I can't tell if he's joking. "Not my type. Or yours, I thought." I throw him a questioning look. Lyric chuckles, taking a sip out of a cherry colored bottle of pop. "Hey, I'm pretty open minded." In all the time I've known Lyric, he has not once actually showed any interest in another human being. When I say this, I don't mean he doesn't have romantic feelings for anyone. I mean he literally finds people the most boring beings on the planet, which is why I believe he enjoys acting so much. Up on stage, he isn't surrounded by people anymore, he says, but actors. Actors are not just people in his eyes. What they are is something so much larger with so many different layers to them. Actors are the only people he can discover any intrigue in. "Anyways," I huff, changing the subject back to a more pressing matter than Lyric's so-called open mindedness, "if Jimmy calls or shows up or you see him somewhere for some reason, tell me please? That way I will know he didn't get stabbed thirty-seven times in the chest or hit by a bus." "Why is it always a bus with you? Why can't people be hit by cars anymore?" Lyric points out, getting up from his sitting position and following me towards the front door. I stand there for a second, trying very hard to let my worry go and laugh along with him. "Jimmy is too sly to get hit by a car. If he's gonna be crushed, it'll have to be something huge," I reason, rubbing my lips together. They are so dry. When I see Jimmy, I'm gonna kick his butt for taking my lip balm. My friend reaches around my body and unlocks the door for me. "Jimmy is probably fine," Lyric assures me, his hand on my shoulder. He gives me a tight squeeze, an odd show of affection from the man who hates physical contact. I have to pause when he does this and stare, which he returns with a small smile. Lyric's smiles are so rare. He knows how much I love them. "Don't get all paranoid, man. Knowing that loser, he's probably in the drama room having dinner with his mama." "Why does having dinner with his mom make him a loser? His mom is really cool," I point out. I've never understood why kids are so anti-parent. Yes, my parents weren't perfect and spent eighty percent of their time nagging at me, but I never felt a need to shove them away. I was never ashamed of them, even if they might have been ashamed of me. During the period of time after I came out as pan to them and the day I announced I wanted to go to Broadway, they seemed a little iffy on how they felt about me. We cleared it up, though, and they went back to loving me unconditionally after the initial shock wore off. A group of blonde girls stroll by in matching purple dresses, trilling about some band they were going to see live. One of them, apparently, won free tickets off the radio and another splurged to get them a limo. Kudos for them. "His moms are pretty chill," Lyric agrees, setting his hip against the doorframe. "I'll see you tomorrow for rehearsal before class, Alto. If I receive any contact from the alien life force we know as Jimmy John, I'll let you know." "You are so weird," I laugh, listening to the sound of the door clicking shut behind me.

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The dorm is in an oddly tranquil state when I return home sometime around midnight. Even though Lyric instructed that I don't let paranoia overcome me, I couldn't help but wander the school grounds for a few hours. I even walked all the way to Jimmy's favorite restaurant about a mile away from the school. Sometimes he goes there in the middle of the night to get some cheap noodles. That actually has become his routine during finals. Patricia, the owner, loves him for all the business he brings her. I even went as far as to actually call his mother when all else failed. She told me that she saw him at around three and hadn't heard from him since. To avoid freaking her out, I assured her he was probably just practicing somewhere secluded, wanting privacy. There's no sign of Jimmy anywhere. No call, no text, no email... Absolutely nothing. Something happened, I know it. I can feel it in my stomach every single time I think about him; this overwhelming, aching dread repeatedly splashes over me like a bucket of blood. Wherever Jimmy is, he isn't safe. I'm almost up the first flight of stairs when I consider calling the police. This might be nothing, but I refuse to take a chance. If Jimmy really is in trouble and I did nothing to help him, I will never be able to forgive myself. "Hey, Alto!" I hear someone call. I look up and find the sweet smile of Edda waiting for me. She is worn down and borderline weak looking, but still manages to be the brightest star in the room. "You were out late." I wave her off. "Hi, Edda. I was out looking for Jimmy," I explain, playing it off as if this were nothing. There is no reason to worry anybody else. "What were you doing? Partying?" "Yikes, me?" she chuckles, slapping her hand to her chest. Edda has lived down the hall from Jimmy and I since she started here last year. The two of us have a minor friendship made up of mostly childish banter and musical references. Also, she is one of the only people who does not look ready to barf when I make a terribly wonderful pun. (For example, H-2-Oh No! When I used this on my neighbor, Madison, she looked ready to slam my head in her door. Would I have blamed her? Probably not.) It's nice having a friend who doesn't treat me like the freak I know I am. I appreciate her more than I appreciate Jimmy sometimes and that is saying mounds about our simple contact. Edda pauses on the stairs before me and gestures to the tag on her shirt. "My staff kind of bailed last minute at the paper, so I'm pretty much on my own. I just needed to run back here and pick up some photographs I forgot for the front page." Ever since the beginning of the year, Edda has been the head of our school's newspaper. She is the one who compiles it all together, writes editorials, finds leads for her team of three (counting the resident cartoonist, Kam) to follow, prints everything out, and sets up the newspaper stand in the main hall. "That sucks," I say. "It keeps me busy," Edda shrugs, adjusting a strap over her arm. "Well, I best get going. Nice seeing you, Alto." "You too," I nod, watching her descend the stairs and exit through the side door. Just as I reach into my pocket, I feel my phone start to buzz. Finally, Jimmy has messaged! I pull out my device and see his name printed across the screen. Thank god, Jimmy! I hit answer and let out a breathe of relief. "Jim-Jam, you scared me to death! Where have you..." "Heads up!" the phone cackles and I'm propelled forwards. The stairs thud beneath me with each roll until I'm at the bottom, my body trembling with pain. I lift my hands and cradle my head, attempting to recollect myself. My phone lies beside me in about three different parts. For that to have happened, the fall must have been pretty intense. "Why?" I choke out, lifting my head. The attacker is nowhere to be seen. "W-where'd you go?" I try to get up but my body refuses. Every one of my limbs feels ten times its size. I can't even move my left leg. Did I break it? Could I have broken it after only falling down half a flight of stairs? A horrible thought strikes me quite suddenly and I feel bile in my throat. What if I was right and Jimmy was hurt? Maybe the same person who did this to him is doing this to me. My shoulder stings. There's something pricking it. Before I can look, what I assume is a bag is thrown over my head. I'm engulfed in darkness for a few seconds. I don't fight it. I lay there and wait for it take me away.

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