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ashwhowrites · 22 days

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Hi, can i request an angst fic? insecure eddie where there is a misunderstanding with soft reader and due to his rejection trauma, he acts douchy as a defense mechanism. Soft reader, not used to get treated harshly, she turns cold. But then when eddie figured out that reader is more important than his ego, he finally trying to resolve his trauma before reconcile back with reader, although took some time and effort. Happy ending!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Push away

Eddie knew he protected his feelings to an extreme. He hurt people before they could hurt him. He refused to be close to anyone, people always left. He was horrible at relationships. The second he felt the walls caving in, he was out the door.

Not many people had good things to say about him, and he didn't give them opportunities to.

Y/N was a soft and polite girl. She was quiet but spoke passionately. Y/N didn't talk to many people, but no one had anything bad to say about her. Until Eddie Munson proved that theory wrong.

~~~

Y/N couldn't remember when her crush on Eddie surfaced, but he was all she could think about. They had some classes together, and he sat across the room but at her eye level. She could stare and daydream for as long as she wanted.

It took her weeks to get the courage to say something to him, but she was glad she did. Because after that, a friendship began.

She didn't want to scare him off with her feelings, so she settled for just being his friend first. She could get to know him and enjoy being with him without having it mean anything more.

Eddie actually really enjoyed having her around. He wasn't the best at letting anyone in, but something about her felt comforting and warm. His brain was able to shut off around her. Their friendship felt easy to him. He wasn't worried about impressing her or trying to be someone he wasn't. For once, he was able to be just friends with a girl.

They hung out mostly every day. The second school ended, she was in his van and they'd go to his trailer and watch random movies.

The one thing Y/N didn't think through, was how hard it was going to be to act like she wasn't falling for him. They kept everything at a friend level, and she wasn't sure if it was the best idea to push for more. Eddie was a loner, and she should be grateful she made it this far.

But the more they hung out, and the more he wrapped his arm around her shoulder during movies, she couldn't think straight. All she could think about was holding his hand and feeling his lips move against hers.

"What's going on in there?" Eddie's voice caused her to snap into reality. His finger lightly pushed on her forehead.

"Sorry, what?" She blushed, blinking as she moved her eyes away from Eddie's face.

"You were staring and barely moving. You seemed to be in deep thought. Penny for your thoughts?" He reached over and paused the movie. His full attention was on her as she gulped.

She didn't know what to say. There was no way she was going to confess how she felt about him. But maybe she should? He seemed to be more comfortable with her and he constantly was touching her in some type of way.

Oh for fucks sake, go for it

"I have a crush on this guy, and I can't get him out of my head." She whispered, she worried if she said it loud enough it would be more real.

Eddie wasn't sure what he felt, but it wasn't good. He almost felt hurt that she would admit that to his face. But why should he care, it wasn't like they were dating or that he even liked her that way.

"Oh, well. Why don't you ask him out?" Eddie said he tried to sound like he didn't care. He was helping a friend.

"I can't tell if he likes me back. I enjoy having him in my life and I don't want to scare him off."

"Yeah, that's fair. Maybe compliment him, get close, and lean in for a kiss. If he leans in, go for it." Eddie wanted to smack himself. He didn't want her perfect lips to be touching some loser. But again, he was just a friend and he didn't have a say in that.

"Okay, kinda like this?" She whispered, her heart racing out of her chest as she placed her palm on Eddie's thigh. The rough material of his jeans scratched against her skin as she softly moved her hand down to his knee and then back up again.

Eddie felt his breathing stop as she lingered on his thigh. He wanted to look away but her eyes had him in a daze. His stomach flipped and he hated the way he was slightly turned on. He can't be feeling like this, because then he would have to admit he felt something. He searched his brain for an escape, he tried to move his legs but he was paralyzed.

All he could do was watch in horror as she leaned in. Her eyes searched his as she moved closer, her mouth inches away from his.

"Then I'd kiss him, right?" She whispered against his lips, and before he knew it he leaned in.

She felt the weight off of her shoulders as her lips crashed on his. Her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of his soft lips against hers. Her head spun as he gripped her waist and kissed her back. Her thoughts were gone as their kiss deepened. Her hands moved up his thigh, to his chest then around his neck, he pushed her body against his. He swallowed her moans as his tongue licked her bottom lip. She didn't think twice about opening her mouth to allow his tongue to touch hers.

The moment was perfect

The moment was everything she dreamed

It was everything she needed to say the words

She pulled away breathing heavily, and her eyes fluttered open. Eddie slowly blinked, like he wasn't sure where he was as he stared at her.

Then something snapped.

His hands yanked her arms off of him and he flew off the couch. He paced fire into the floor as he walked back and forth.

"What the fuck was that!"

Y/N was taken aback by how angry he sounded. She nervously tried to form an answer.

"I did what you said." Her voice was calm but confused. "I like you, Eddie."

Her words glued his feet to the floor. He was stuck, his feet felt too heavy to pick up as his breathing picked up.

He felt it

He felt the walls caving in. The room got smaller as he struggled to breathe. Her eyes haunted him as she watched. He felt like his body was being crushed between two walls and he couldn't push them apart.

"Well don't," he spat out harshly. She felt her body flinch as his eyes glared down at her. "I mean what is wrong with you? Why did you have to fuck up the friendship we had?"

She really did not understand why he was so angry. Even if he didn't like her, that wouldn't cause him to be so agitated.

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me to! You didn't move my hand, and you leaned in. And you kissed me back. I mean you deepened the kiss. I thought that meant you liked me too" She apologized. She worried she might have made him uncomfortable.

"Why would I like you too? What possible idiotic theory are you basing that on?"

She tried not to cry as she stood up. She wasn't sure who the hell was across from her, because it was not the sweet boy she spent her time with.

"Why are you acting like this? I said I was sorry."

"Because I know if I allow myself to have feelings for you, you'll be the one I spend the rest of my life with," Eddie confessed, and that scared him the most.

"Would that be so bad? I know it's scary, but don't you think we should try?" She asked, she slowly moved closer to him. Her hand softly cradled his face.

Her touch turned him into ice. It was all too much and he needed her gone. He needed her out of his mind, his sight, and his life.

"Yes because I'll have to live with the regret of choosing you."

Y/N yanked her hand off of his face like he burned her. She felt like the air was kicked out of her lungs.

"Fuck you," she spat as hot tears rolled down her face. She turned around to grab her jacket off the couch. She didn't bother putting it on, she slammed the door behind her as she left.

The loud bang echoed through the trailer as the walls moved back to their normal distance. Eddie could feel the air returning to his lungs as he dropped to the floor.

He escaped

But he wasn't sure how long the escaping would feel like freedom.

~~~

Eddie figured if she was out of sight, she'd be out of his mind

But he was wrong

She never left his head. Images of her smiling and laughing. But also the image of her crying and leaving. It's been a few days and they haven't talked. He knew they wouldn't, but he didn't think he'd miss her.

He escaped but this time it felt different. It made him feel worse. There wasn't any relief on his shoulders anymore; bricks piled on until it was too heavy to even stand up.

He missed having a friend. He knew he handled the situation horribly, and he wanted to apologize for it.

~~~

Y/N tried to ignore how awful she felt. She was embarrassed and regretted ever telling Eddie she liked him. But at least he showed his true colors and she could begin moving on.

Y/N hadn't seen Eddie since the big blowout, and Monday approached faster than she wanted. She wasn't sure how seeing him would go, but she knew she would ignore him.

Eddie had never felt so nervous to pull up to school, a endless pit settled in his stomach as he walked through the parking lot. He kept his eye out for Y/N's car, he wasn't sure if he wanted to find it or not.

Without catching a glimpse of her, Eddie walked into the school. He planned to wait at her locker until she showed up.

Y/N rolled her eyes as Eddie stood at her locker.

"Move," She mumbled with a blank stare.

"Can we talk?" Eddie asked, his voice shaky.

"We are already talking more than I wanted, now move and leave me alone." The seriousness in her voice broke Eddie down a bit, but he knew he deserved it.

He nodded and walked off.

But he wasn't going to give up.

Y/N sat at their usual table, Eddie wasn't sure if he was welcome to sit or not. He took a deep breath and dropped his tray on the table. She looked up from her lunch and looked right back down.

Eddie coughed and picked at his tray. His eyes kept peeking up to look at her but her head was always down.

"I'm sorry for what I said," Eddie said but she didn't flinch. "It was wrong and you didn't deserve that."

Y/N let out a heavy sigh and stood up.

She looked Eddie straight in the eyes, he took a deep breath as he waited for her to speak.

But she didn't

She gathered her lunch and walked off.

Eddie tried to apologize every single day, he switched his words and tried to say what she needed to hear. A week of silence and he couldn't let it go further.

He knew what happened was because of his past trauma and he felt he needed to understand first. Maybe then he could give her an explanation. So, he began therapy.

Within a few appointments, he understood he pushed her away because he was in love with her.

~~~

Y/N finished writing in her journal when she heard a knock at her window. Her curtains were shut, so whoever knocked was a mystery. She slowly stood up and crept towards her window, she was a tad scared but figured a robber wouldn't be asking for entry.

She peeked through the tiny crack of her curtain and saw Eddie's familiar curls. He stood on the small balcony. She sighed and walked back to bed.

Eddie could see her shadow moving and frowned when her lap shut off. Her room was dark and he lost sight of her. But he would stay here all night if he needed to.

He knocked again and called her name, but no response.

Y/N groaned annoyed at the constant knocks, but still remained in bed.

"I'm sorry. I know I fucked up and I might not ever make this up to you. But I figured out why I reacted that way."

His words made Y/N's ears perk, and she sat up in bed.

"I pushed you away because people always left. The people that I cared for, the people I loved. When you kissed me, I loved it. I felt complete like that emptiness those people left was filled by you. So I panicked, I wanted to leave before you left me. Which was wrong. Because I shouldn't have turned on someone that I love."

Y/N gasped as the final words left his lips. She had to pick between her pride and her heart. And she wasn't positive which one led her in the right direction.

"Can I just see you?" his knock was lighter than the rest, and his voice sounded like he was on the cliff of giving up.

She got out of bed and walked to her window. She pulled back the curtain and opened her window. Eddie smiled as he saw her face.

"Hi," he whispered, afraid to speak louder and frighten her.

"Are you saying you are in love with me?"

"I'm trying to, yes. And I don't expect that to fi-"

Eddie was cut off as Y/N captured his lips in a kiss. Eddie didn't hesitate and kissed her back.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he leaned further in the window. Half his body leaned into her room as he chased her lips as she pulled away.

"It doesn't fix everything but I'm ready to forgive you and we'll fix it together." She said against his lips.

"Thank you," he whispered before he connected their lips again.

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jayujus · 3 months

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rent a boyfriend! - chapter 4

— 04 cocktail party!!!

written ~ 1.0k + smau

heeseung adjusts his tux, sweat building at his nape from nervousness. who would have thought that he'd be taking a girl out that he met from a sketchy site?

he rings her doorbell, unsure if the flowers are too extra or not.

a few seconds later, y/n opens the door, flashing a bright smile at him. honestly, she's surprised he is actually real herself even if she did not really question it. he is a fine man, especially in the suit he is wearing right now and in person. a small smile forms on his face as he hands her a bouquet of dahlias and roses. y/n's smile grows even bigger as she grabs the bouquet from him, pulling him into a hug as she steps outside her apartment.

"this dress is so pretty on you." he whispers in her ear as she links her arm with his, as if they've been a couple for so long. "you look good too."

exiting the luxurious apartment building, y/n is met with heeseung's NOT white van. his car was fairly nice, a black bmw. "you didn't bring a white van?" heeseung raises his eyebrows as he opens the door for her. "did you want me to?" y/n doesn't say anything, putting on her seatbelt. "this is a nice car." heeseung hums, "i got it as a gift by my brother," y/n nods, giving him the directions to the building.

once they arrived in the building's huge parking lot, y/n tells him some reminders. "my parents are going to want to meet you right away, just be normal. please," heeseung hums. "don't worry!"

he helps y/n step out of the car, "should i leave the flowers in the car...?" heeseung shrugs, "are you going to come and get it later?" y/n thinks for a few seconds, "actually, i was wondering if you'd be able to drop me off tonight. you don't have to! just wondering." she asks nervously, which makes heeseung blush. "i'll drop you, no worries."

immediately when y/n enters the building with heeseung by her side, she hears her mother rushing excitedly to her, some of her drink spills on the way. "oh my god! y/n! is this the boy you were talking about?" y/n hums, "this is heeseung." her mom flashes a big smile at him, "hi heeseung, we should talk a little bit. i will go find your dad, y/n." y/n sucks in her breath, mouthing a 'sorry' to heeseung before her mom walks away.

about two minutes later, y/n's mom comes back with her dad, who greets heeseung. "you are a very handsome man, surprisingly. my y/n has never had a boyfriend before, so i was worried who'd she bring." y/n covers her face in embarrassment, hinting at her parents to stop talking. "what do you do? what do your parents do?" heeseung purses his lips at the bombarded questions. "i study law. my parents run a family restaur-" y/n elbows heeseung, "his parents are doctors." y/n's parents smile, "wow! that's really cool, y/n, you did a good job finding him." y/n smiles awkwardly, dragging heeseung away a few seconds later.

heeseung furrows his eyebrows when y/n told a lie.

heeseung ended up meeting a lot of y/n loved ones tonight. he first met her parents— which was awkward, her friend group, her aunts and uncles, and her sister.

when heeseung excuses himself to the restroom, her sister, jinah, asks, "where did you meet him, y/n?" y/n quickly comes up with another lie. she won't have to see heeseung again after tonight, right? it won't matter. she'll send him the money and they won't talk again. "we met at the mall! yeah! he offered to pay for my stuff so it just went from there...." she smiles awkwardly and jinah knows she's lying. she can tell but she doesn't say anything about it right now. the last thing she wants her baby sister dealing with is more stress than their parents already give her.

when heeseung comes back, jinah excuses herself and the two just hang out by the food, munching on some of the chocolate covered-strawberries while talking about whatever.

"i honestly thought you weren't real, my friends kept saying so. your hair color kept changing in every picture." heeseung chuckles. "my friend sunghoon dyes my hair for me," y/n hums. "i like this color on you." he blushes, jokingly flirting with her back.

"do you want to dance?" heeseung nods and y/n grabs his hand, pulling him with her to the dance floor.

the party ended and it was around 1:30 am. y/n was hugging her friends goodbye before being left with just her sister, parents, and heeseung. "heeseung, it was good to meet you. you seem like a nice man and you make my daughter happy, thank you." heeseung smiles at her mom and dad, bowing at them.

he also bows to y/n's sister, "get her home safely." y/n's dad says, to which heeseung nods. "don't worry, mr. jeon. i will."

heeseung considers placing a hand around her waist. he really thought she was the prettiest girl ever but this was only for one night, that would be too awkward.

"thank you for doing this for me, actually. i'll send you the money when i get home." heeseung purses his lips, "you don't need to send me the money, it's fine." y/n raises an eyebrow as she enters his car. "what? no, i'm paying you." heeseung protests but there is no point because y/n continues arguing back.

"i rented you for one night, so i have to pay you." heeseung doesn't say anything else but mumbling an 'okay.'

"you make a pretty good boyfriend, to be honest. do you have any girl you're interested in?" heeseung hesitantly shakes his head. "what about you?" y/n shrugs. "beomgyu's cute but he doesn't like me."

"the atrocious man you posted?" he jokes and y/n jokingly slaps his arm. "be nice!"

"he fumbled, seriously he fumbled." y/n blushes and turns to face the window, "tell me about it."

a few minutes later, they arrive at her apartment building. "want me to walk you in?"

"you don't have to," heeseung asks again and y/n says the same thing, so he just helps her out of the car and she gives him a quick hug. he hands her the flowers he got for her. "goodnight heeseung." she smiles, "goodnight."

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multifandomfanficss · 9 months

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Stuck With You

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: When the team sticks their newest member with Vigilante, everyone feels bad for you, but you’re grateful to have him around when you run into something from your past and lose your cool.

Warnings: panic attacks, human experimentation, referenced child abuse

A/N: I found a couple lines of dialogue in my drafts that I never did anything with and I had the writing bug today so I decided to finally make something with it! I’ll crosspost it on my AO3 adriansglasses as well. Hope you enjoy!

“(L/N), you’re with Vigilante.” Harcourt says, at the beginning of the meeting.

“You’re really gonna stick the newest person with that psycho?” John asks.

“You don’t need to be mean to Adrian just because he’s not here.” Leota starts.

“I would say it to his face too. He’d probably just laugh and call me his 4th best friend.” John retorts.

You hadn’t been with the team for long. This was your first mission with them. After a mission gone too out of control, Waller sent you to the middle of nowhere Evergreen, Washington. You thought she’d sent you here because the environment would be less hectic, but the longer you’re there, the more you realize she probably sent you here because everyone on this team is either highly traumatized or in need of more experience. She was trying to put the training wheels back on. From what you’d been told by the team’s top conspiracy theorist, Christopher Smith, this team was originally supposed to be an expendable scapegoat, but they ended up saving the world. You had no idea what to believe at this point.

“What’s up with Vigilante?” You ask, wondering why this was all such a hot topic. You hadn’t known him for long. He seemed a little odd, but overall fine. If you were being honest you actually kind of liked him. He was sweet and funny, often without trying. There was this comforting air about him and you didn’t really know why. He was a good fighter and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was at least a little bit cute.

“He’s a little…” Chris started moving his finger in a circular motion, trying to insinuate that Adrian was crazy.

“He can’t be that bad.” You smile.

Suddenly Adrian comes running into the old video store tripping over one of his shin guards that wasn’t on properly. He sits down and fastens it.

“Sorry I’m late, guys. They kept me late at the restaurant and then when I was trying to put on my suit in the car I accidentally ran a red light and usually I would kill somebody for that, but I mean I think the more important thing is that I didn’t run over the old lady crossing the street! She was totally fine and I know she’s alive because she screamed at me…I’ve never seen an old lady use to many swear words. It was kind of awesome! Anyway what did I miss?”

“You put on your suit while driving?” Leota asks.

“Yup.” He gives a straight face nod. Adrian often had a way about him, as if what he was thinking should be obvious to other people, when in fact, it was not obvious to most people most of the time.

“You amaze me.” Harcourt says, sarcastically.

“Thank you.” Adrian smiles, not catching her sarcasm.

She rolls her eyes, sighing.

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Later on that night you and Adrian found yourselves walking through a series of tunnels.

“John, I think we might be lost.” You spoke into your coms, hoping he can help you from the van.

“I can’t even hear you in my earpiece and I’m right next to you. I think we lost the signal.” Adrian walks in silence for a few seconds before adding, “I’m sorry you got stuck with me.” He looks at the ground, sad.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know they stuck you with me. Nobody ever really chooses to be my partner.” He lightly kicks a rock, pretending not to be bothered.

“They did pair us up, but that doesn’t mean I was disappointed.” You smile.

“Really? Why would you want me?”

“Well first of all, you’re a great fighter. You were also the first person to attempt to be my friend. I’d trust you in the field over anyone.”

“Really?” You can hear the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah.” You let out a soft giggle. “Why are you so surprised that I like you?”

“Usually everyone just tells me to shut up or fuck off.”

“Well I’m not everyone.” You nudge him playfully as you walk.

Soon you come upon a door. It’s a little rusted, but Adrian shoots the lock off and you’re able to break in.

“What is this place?” He asks.

As soon as you walk inside you see the tubes, the files, the devices, the tables, the symbols. You know exactly what this is. This is an old facility for the for the group that made you leave your old job, the mission that ruined your life. You see files on the table, files no doubt full of details on the children they were experimenting on. The group would take orphaned children or children who were abandoned and unwanted, kids who had no one to protect them, and they would experiment on them. They were human trials to try to find new ways of making superheroes. This must have been one of their old abandoned facilities. Despite the lab being inactive, just the sight of it was still enough to send you into a spiral.

Your heart starts beating rapidly as you grow dizzy. You look down at your shaking hands. You’re starting to lose control of your breathing.

“I- I can’t-“ You walk backwards out of the room, starting to hyperventilate.

“Woah. Hey, what’s going on? Are you having a panic attack?” Adrian slowly puts his hands out towards you. He’s a little unsure of what to do.

“I’ve seen this before!” Your entire world is spinning as your start to cry. You can’t stop thinking about the awful things you saw when you snuck into their active facility earlier this year. Those poor children. Part of you was starting to wonder if Waller put you on this team for a reason. You should have known better than to think she was giving you a break. Waller always had some sort of fucked up motive that only worked for herself hidden up her sleeve. “I can’t fucking breathe!” You sob, sucking in air.

“Tender nice touching.” Adrian slowly approached you, patting your shoulder. You needed pressure on your body. You felt like you were slipping away from earth and you needed to be held down.

“Can I have a hug?” You asked, quietly.

“You want a hug?” He asked, his voice just as quiet. He was speaking softly to not startle you further.

“Yeah…”

“I think I can do that.“ He smiles, slowly bringing you into his arms. A little loose at first, he tightened the hug as you melted into him.

“I’m sorry- I- I just…I know what the did here and- and-“ Adrian shushes you as you begin to stutter, your mind moving much faster than your mouth is able to.

“You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Just breathe with me. Don’t focus on anything else, but your breathing okay? Can you feel me breathing?” He rubs your back as you cry into his arms. You nod. “Okay, good. Just…just follow that.” He sighs and then focuses on making his own breathing something you can follow.

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what people on the team want because I know Chris doesn’t wanna look weak and Harcourt would kill me if I touched her, so I try to be careful. I just don’t wanna upset you guys more, but if you want me hold you I can keep doing that. Just let me know what you need and I’ll do it.” He says, softly.

“Can you just keep talking?” You ask. The sound of his voice is soothing and grounding.

“You want me to keep talking?” He smiles. “You’re in luck. I’m actually really good at talking. So good, in fact, that people are constantly asking me to shut up. So uh… What can I talk about? Oh! I know. So I have this friend at work. His name is Taylor. Well, he says we’re not friends, but he texts me all time time asking me to help cover his shifts and I would only trust a friend enough to ask them for that, so I think we’re friends. Anyway, so Taylor walked in this morning and…”

The longer Adrian rambles on the better you feel. The pressure of his body on yours and his voice slowly bring you back to earth. Eventually you find yourselves walking back through the tunnels, hand in hand, retracing your steps as he guides you back to the van to regroup. He keeps you distracted with silly stories the entire walk back.

You don’t know what the rest of your team was talking about. Adrian was the best partner you could have had.

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hbyrde36 · 11 months

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Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy)

ao3 link

Chapter 1

*Eddie - 1986*

“That was amazing, Eddie!” Will exclaimed, with a wide smile.

They’d been playing for over 10 hours and Eddie was exhausted. He was only a few years older than the other boys, so he knew it was a poor excuse, but he was getting too old for these marathon sessions. Where he felt dead on his feet, the other boys looked like they could go for another 10 hours, no sweat.

It was well past curfew for the younger boys but since it was Saturday, and spring break, it hadn’t taken much convincing to get all the kids' parents to agree to the late session, as long as Eddie got them all home safe.

The small group said goodnight to Mike and Mrs. Wheeler before walking Lucas next door to his house. Then, Eddie, Dustin, and Will piled into the van. Technically Dustin’s house was closer but Eddie drove Will home first. He liked to drop his cousin off last, so he could stop in and say hello to his aunt if she was home.

Eddie was a little distracted during the drive. He’d been trying to keep busy for the last few days, anything to help him forget about the fact that it’s the anniversary of Steve Harrington’s disappearance, but today that had been impossible. How could he not think about the guy who inspired one of the main characters in a game they had just spent all day playing?

When it's finally just him and Dustin in the car, he allows some of his thoughts to spill over.

“It’s one thing that we use ourselves in this crazy story but do you ever think it’s fucked up that we kept Steve as an NPC after his disappearance?”

Dustin shrugged. “I don’t know, I mean, I didn’t know the guy. Mike always said he was an asshole, so, who cares?”

Eddie almost slammed on the breaks, it’s only for the sake of his beloved van that he didn’t. He can’t believe the kid would say something so insensitive.

“Dude he’s like your best friend, how can you say that!?”

“In the game, Eddie. He’s my character’s best friend, in the game . You always take it too seriously.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over them when Eddie didn’t respond, too upset and lost in his thoughts to make conversation. He pulled his van into the driveway behind his Aunt Claudia’s car and shut the ignition off.

“Mike was wrong, y’know. Steve wasn’t an asshole, not really.” Eddie said, as he followed his cousin up the path to the front porch.

Dustin stopped abruptly, turning on his heel to look at Eddie. “Wait. Did you know him? Were you friends?”

Eddie sighed. His feelings about Steve Harrington had always been…complicated.

“I knew him my whole life. We were in the same grade till I got held back, and it’s a small town. We were never friends, exactly, but I saw him almost every day in school. We talked sometimes in the halls, on the bus. Maybe he was a bit of a dick to people occasionally, but who isn’t? That’s what kids do. He was always nice to me.”

Dustin stared at Eddie like he’d never seen him before.

“I'm sorry, man.” He stuttered. “I didn't know. Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

It was Eddie’s turn to shrug. “I don’t really know. I guess I was trying to keep the real Steve and the game Steve separate in my head. I always thought he’d turn back up eventually. That maybe he’d just run away from home, and someday he would come back when he ran out of money or something.

“It could still be that. It's not like they ever found a body.” Dustin offered, not really sounding like he believed it, but wanting to be supportive.

“It’s been 2 years, almost to the day. The Harrington’s have more than enough money to hire fancy private detectives and shit. If he was alive, they’d have found him by now.”

*Steve - 1983*

Steve Harrington had just started dating Nancy Wheeler when Will Byers went missing. Later, he would be embarrassed to admit it, but at the time he was a little pissed off that she wanted to ditch their date to join in the search for the boy. The kid was probably just out playing and lost track of time or something. Everyone knew Joyce wasn’t exactly the most stable person in the world. He knew Hopper only humored her with this search to get her off his back.

When he told Nancy as much, she called him an asshole and stormed out. After sulking about it for an hour after she left, he realized she was right. He didn’t want to be that guy. He didn’t want to turn out like his dad. So, he threw some sneakers on and set out to join the search party.

He walked through the woods looking for Hopper, or anyone else who could assign him an area to search. It started raining before he could find anyone, and he was just getting ready to head back to his car, when he heard rustling in the bushes off to his left. He turned in the direction of the sound, squinting in the dark to try and see if someone was there. He thought he saw movement and then a twig snapped. It sounded loud in the quiet of the trees.

It was so dark out here, he wished he had a flashlight or something.

“Will?” Steve asked, taking a tentative step forward.

The only response was a quiet gasp from the dark. There was definitely someone there.

In a stroke of pure luck, the moon chose that moment to come out from behind the clouds. Her soft light illuminated things just enough for Steve to make out the shape of a small child with a shaved head, wearing a gigantic yellow t-shirt. This was definitely not Will Byers, but the kid sure did look like she was in trouble.

“Hey there, I'm Steve. Do you need some help?”

The girl stared up at him with wide eyes. She didn’t answer, but she hadn’t run away from him yet either.

He tried again.

“Do you want to get out of the rain? My car isn’t far from here.” He didn’t step any closer but held his hand out to her to take, or not, whatever she chose.

The girl studied him for a long time. She looked into his eyes like she was trying to read his soul. He didn’t know what she saw there, but it must have been enough to convince her that he was safe. She nodded, pushing her tiny hand into his, and the two of them walked together back to the warmth and safety of Steve’s car.

It wasn’t ideal, bringing the girl back to his house, but at least his parents were out of town. Once he’d gotten her into the car he had tried to take her to the hospital, or at least the police station. She’d shaken her head slowly, ominously, and uttered the first words he’d heard her speak.

“Bad men.”

Steve didn’t know what to do, he was in way over his head. He needed help. He needed people much smarter than him to tell him what to do. The idea occurred to him to take her to Nancy’s. She was smart, and a girl. Surely she'd be better suited for this, she’d know the best course of action to take. But, the girl refused that too. She seemed to only trust Steve.

Tired, and out of options, he went home.

He gathered some dry clothes for her, old sweatpants and a Hawkins High swim team t-shirt from his freshman year, and sent her into one of the guestrooms to change. The clothes would be huge on her but it’s the best he could do for now.

It was late and he kind of expected her to just go to bed once she changed. They could always figure things out in the morning. But, a few minutes later, there she was, standing in his doorway, looking around the room curiously.

“It’s okay, you can come in.” He said, as he shut the closet door. “In fact, why don’t you come sit down. I think we should talk about some things.”

She looked hesitant, but joined him, cross-legged on the floor. She still hadn’t said more than those two words to him but clearly she could speak, and she understood him fine, so he had to try. They’d start small.

“What’s your name?” He asked, voice gentle as he could make it.

She shook her head.

Somehow he knew it wasn’t a refusal, but more like a confusion on her part.

He pointed to himself. “Steve. People call me Steve. What do people call you?”

She pressed her lips into a thin line and held her shaking wrist out to him.

He was confused at first, until he noticed the small writing there.

011

“Eleven?” He asked.

She nodded vigorously, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

That was, well, it was so not good. Shaved head and a number tattooed on her arm. Steve wasn’t a genius but even he knew that something was seriously messed up here. Who would do this to a little girl? Where were her parents?

“Is that what your parents call you?”

“Parents?” She sounded the word out slowly like she was saying it for the first time.

“Yea, like your mom or dad? Mama or Papa?”

“Papa" She agreed, nodding. "Bad man.”

O..k. Well that certainly answered some things.

“Is that why you were in the woods tonight? Were you running from Papa and the bad men?”

She nodded.

That was enough for tonight, he decided. They were both tired and he really needed some time to think, to make a plan.

“I think we should get some sleep. We can talk some more in the morning. Okay?”

She blinked at him and nodded again. She definitely preferred non-verbal communication. It didn’t bother Steve, he could roll with it.

“You can sleep in that other room, the bed in there is really comfy.” He said, rising up off the floor as she did the same.

“Where do you sleep?” She asked.

It was a little jarring, hearing her string together a full sentence like that. It was stilted, the way she spoke. Obviously talking wasn’t something she did very much.

“Here.” He answered, motioning to his bed. “This is my room. So i’ll be right across the hall if you need anything.”

She looked over her shoulder at the doorway and then back at Steve. She made no motion to leave.

“Would you rather stay here?” He guessed and there was that little smile again.

“Safer in here, with you.”

Steve’s heart broke. He kind of hadn’t thought about it until that moment, the night had been so full of weird things and it had all happened so fast, he hadn’t realized how utterly terrified Eleven was. He wanted to fold her up into his arms and squeeze her tight. Promise her that he’d keep her safe from the bad men of the world.

But he couldn't do that. He couldn't promise anything when he had no idea what was going on. He wasn’t sure if she would welcome his embrace either, so he held himself back. Instead he got into bed, scooching all the way over to the wall, and then patted the big space he’d left for her.

She crawled onto the bed and almost immediately curled into a ball. He watched her as she settled on the pillow. She looked so small. He vowed to himself that he would do whatever he could to protect her. He’d hide her in this house forever if that’s what it took. He didn’t yet know what she’d been through, but he knew it was bad, and something no little kid should have to go through.

The rain had turned into a storm while they talked, and it raged now on the other side of his window. A loud crack of thunder startled them both. Eleven was shaking again. Steve laid his hand out, palm up, on the bed between them. An offering of comfort he thought she might accept, since she had taken his hand in the woods.

She hesitated for only a moment before placing her hand on top of his.

Chapter 2

#steddie #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #ao3 #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #fanfic #ao3 link #life is a game #Canon is just a crazy game of D&D #Eddie Munson and Dustin Henderson are cousins #Steve Harrington is missing #This idea has been simmering in my brain for months

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 10 months

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close to home | chapter twenty eight

plot: the reader and her group start their journey north

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,699 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! How is everyone liking the build up with reader and Daryl? I know it's slow.... but it'll be worth it! Let me know what you all think!! Love you all for reading 😘

It was getting close to nightfall when the apartment building was cleared. You all played it safe, taking one apartment at a time, clearing it, scavenging it, and then repeating it. Your body was aching and sweating, and your new shirt was riddled with walker blood. But it was worth it.

You’d scavenged enough food and water to last most of the trip. It could take days, and with so many people needing to eat, it was better to be safe than sorry.

The Acadia was chosen to put the supplies in, and Rick offered to drive it back for you since you were exhausted and it was a bigger car. Michonne went with him while Carol drove the car you all drove up here in, and you can Daryl took the one Rick found.

The sun was nearly set as Daryl drove, the car’s AC blasting and a random CD playing in the background. Yours and Daryl’s weapons were all lying at your feet, and your legs were up on the dash.

“I should’ve grabbed another snack before Rick got there. I’m so hungry,” You said, touching your growling stomach.

Daryl didn’t say anything, but he did glance at you.

“At least we found some canned food,” You said, yawning and turning so you were facing Daryl. “I’m just glad I had the sense to grab another shirt. I hate having blood stains.”

“More than just blood stains,” Daryl said quietly.

“Don’t remind me. This world is disgusting.” You said. You glanced at him, watching how the setting sun lit up his face. He was squinting as he drove. “Do you miss your bike?”

He nodded.

“You should teach me to ride one day,” You said. “I always thought it was too dangerous, but living nowadays is too dangerous, so I wanna learn.”

Daryl glanced at you. “Why?”

“Because you do,” You said honestly, then you smirked. “Can’t be that hard, can it?”

Daryl shook his head, “Shut the hell up,”

***

While your group had success, Maggie’s group didn’t. They found a few things--formula for Judith, thankfully, and a lake where they filled up containers of water--but that was it. So when everyone saw what your group had brought back, they were all happy. Especially the clothes.

You, Michonne, and Rosita organized the cars and got them ready while Rick reviewed the plan with everyone else. They’d be taking the van, the Acadia, and a car and leaving in the morning.

You ensured that each car had water and a full tank of gas. Under Rick’s advisement, all food rations would be kept in the back of the Acadia. You and Rosita rationed enough for each car and its riders, but the remainder would stay in reserve for the next day. He didn’t want anyone touching anything during this trip. You thought he was going crazy with it, but you didn’t question him. He was right more often than not.

Maggie used the oats and water to make everyone dinner, and you were looking for Daryl to eat with when you realized he was gone. You started growing worried when Rick saw you and told you he’d gone out to hunt. You didn’t like that he was hunting at night, but if he could bring something back, it would be worth it.

Still, he was gone for a long while. And your heartache started to set in as the camp settled for the night. You ended up eating with Tyreese, who was more than enough company. He was one of the only other people you felt safe with. You have to, after what you went through together.

Tyreese talked, and you listened. His voice was soothing and comforting. And while when you looked at him, sometimes being reminded of what happened, you were glad to have someone understand what you went through. You were happy about it, even. You felt close to Tyreese, and you respected him. You weren’t as close with him as with Daryl, Michonne, and Maggie, but it was something. And he liked to talk while you liked to listen.

Eventually, though, you settled down to sleep. Rick still didn’t want you on watch just yet, not until you were one hundred percent. You didn’t mind so much. It was nice to be able to sleep through most of the night. Especially being in a group this large, it made things easier.

You knew you couldn’t sleep until Daryl was back, so you counted the few stars you could see through the trees and waited. Tora bounced between you and Carl before she settled on your stomach, and you were petting her softly. You weren’t sure how long it was, the fire was dimming, and the second watch rotation started when Daryl was finally back.

He paused when he saw you; the past few nights, you’ve slept next to him on the outskirts of the camp. But tonight, you were sleeping beside Tyreese and Sasha, with Maggie and Glenn close by. He met your eyes through the firelight and felt disappointment.

But you smiled and nodded him over. You could tell he hesitated for a moment, really hesitated before he came over.

“Catch anything?” You asked.

He shook his head as he laid down next to you. He felt uneasy about sleeping so close to everybody. He preferred there to be a bit of distance. Not because he felt unsafe or didn’t like the group he was with but because he liked space while he slept. But he didn't want to give up the idea of not sleeping next to you because it was so new.

You were glad he came over, you didn’t really want to move, and you didn’t want anyone to see you follow him to wherever he slept. Besides, the fire was warm against the air, and despite the hard ground, you were somewhat comfortable.

“I would’ve gone with you,” You yawned.

“Nah, ‘s okay,” He responded.

You nodded, “Next time, remind me to look for a pillow. I miss mine,”

He laughed under his breath and nodded but didn’t say anything. Not that it mattered, you’d fallen asleep in seconds.

***

The group moved at sunrise. Another meal of oats was quickly devoured, the campsite was packed up, and everyone was eager to hit the road. Rick took the car with Michonne, Carl, and Judith, and made Gabriel ride with them as well. It was the easiest place to put the car seat. Abraham took the van with Rosita, Eugene, Sasha, Tyreese, and Tara, while you, Daryl, Maggie and Glenn, Carol, and Noah took the Acadia with Tora as well.

You sat in the back seat. Tora was riding in the trunk with a bunch of bundled-up clothes that had yet to be picked through. You checked on her, already sleeping, while the car loaded up.

You watched as Daryl looked around for you, and when he spotted you in the back, he gave you a look before climbing in and sitting on the other side of the backseat.

“Why ya sat in the back?”

“No one said you had to sit with me, you know,” You replied. “And the seat reclines. Not much with all the supplies, but it’ll be nice a few hours in, and I wanna take a nap.”

Daryl snorted and shook his head. He put his crossbow on the ground, where your machete and gun were. “Where the bow and arrow?”

You nodded towards the trunk. “Not enough room in here.”

The SUV filled up quickly, Carol and Noah taking the middle-row seats, with Glenn and Maggie at the front. Soon everyone was ready to go, and you finally hit the road. If everything went well, you’d be there in about eight hours. You could only hope.

Glenn played whatever CD was in the player and opened the windows, so a dull breeze filled the stuffy car. You glanced at Carol, who was already falling asleep in her seat. She has an early morning watch, and with all the prep last night, she probably didn’t sleep well. Noah was snoring.

You glanced at Daryl, who looked too big and too uncomfortable in the backseat. You smiled and shook your head at the idea of him cramming himself back here to sit with you. Surely it would’ve made more sense for Noah or Carol since they were smaller. But it made you smile and nearly blush at his actions, with a weird flutter in your stomach that felt inappropriate for your situation. Still, you couldn’t help it.

The sudden urge to scooch into the middle seat and curl up beside him made you look away. You could vaguely remember the feeling of sitting so close to him in the truck when your loss and grief were so overpowering. You felt so safe. You felt warm and protected. You hadn’t felt it in a long time, not since your fiance. But you missed it. And you wanted it again.

Luckily you could focus on other things, like your growling stomach. You sighed and pressed your hand against it.

“You okay?” Daryl asked you, his voice below the music.

You nodded, “Hungry. Same as everyone.”

“That reminds me, here,” Daryl said. You watched as he dug something out of his vest pocket. “Got crumbled.”

He handed you a pop-tart, and you laughed quietly, glancing at the rest of your group in the car. Maggie and Glenn were engrossed in their own conversation up front, and both Carol and Noah were already asleep.

You smiled at Daryl as you took it, opening it as quietly as possible and giving him the second one. “You shouldn’t have done that. But thank you,” You whispered to him and reached over to squeeze his arm. You had to touch him; you couldn’t stop yourself.

Daryl nodded and looked at the food in his hand. “Don’ gotta thank me,”

You smiled at him again and took a bite. "So," You said through a full mouth, "Wanna play I-Spy or something?"

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

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before-it-felt-like-a-sin · 4 months

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jackie comforting reader in the bathroom of a party and it ends with her kissing reader.

Teenage Dream

You thought unwinding on a Friday night would be good for you. You didn't think you'd end up in the bathroom with the Yellowjackets captain.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety/anxiety attacks, drug and alcohol usage

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You thought getting out of the house would help. You really did. Your anxiety had gotten really bad recently. No particular reason for it. Maybe it was your classes. Maybe it was your friends. Maybe it was the weather. Honestly it didn't matter. You were stressed out.

Parties weren't necessarily your thing. Not to say you didn't frequent them. It was hard not to, when your best fiends were Nat and Van. They were always down for a good time.

You sat and sipped your drink on the couch. Van was somewhere with Taissa. You were glad the two of them were getting close. Maybe more than close.

Natalie, on the other hand, was sprawled out across your lap, high as hell. Not that this was out of the ordinary. Nat was high as hell most of the time.

No one else that you recognized was in your immediate vicinity. There were so many people around you. They were all dancing and having fun. The music was blasting.

Maybe coming out tonight wasn't your best idea.

All of a sudden, you felt a hand on your shoulder. This caused you to flinch away. You didn't know who this was. You didn't want to be hit on. Or touched.

"Hey, y/n, it's just me. You don't need to jump." So the hand on your shoulder belonged to Jackie. At least it was someone you knew.

"Oh. Sorry Jax. I'm just a bit on edge today."

"No worries. It's loud as fuck in here. I'd be on edge if someone randomly touched me too. So sorry about that." She smiled apologetically at you. "Mind if I sit?"

"Oh, yeah. If you want." You nudged Natalie out of the way so that you could scoot over.

Jackie sat down next to you, and you were so close to her that your thighs were touching. The couch wasn't exactly built to sit three people at once.

The party was still loud. Everything was still too bright. And now you were squished between two people on a couch that was only supposed to fit like one and a half people. Not to mention that your long-term crush was sitting next to you. Your supposed fun night out was not at all fun right now.

"I'm running to the bathroom," you said abruptly. Before anyone could respond, you were up off the couch and pushing your way through the sea of bodies. Which wasn't helping your anxiety.

When you finally made it to the bathroom, you locked the door and immediately started sobbing. There were so many people. They all thought you were crazy. They thought that you were weird. They knew you were having an anxiety attack. They knew you were crying.

It was hard to catch a breath. You couldn't breathe. Why couldn't you breathe. No matter how many breaths you took, there wasn't any air in your lungs. You were getting lightheaded.

You slid down the door, head in your hands. You still couldn't breathe. God, why couldn't you just get a breath in? This was pathetic. You were pathetic. Normal people didn't fucking break down over a party goddammit.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. You sat there silently trying to regulate your breathing, praying that the person on the other side couldn't hear you. After a moment, when you didn't say anything, the door handle rattled.

"Y/n, are you in there?" You heard Jackie's voice ask. You couldn't respond. You could barely breathe.

"Y/n, please. You have to say something." She sounded worried. You didn't want her to worry for you. You didn't want her to know anything was wrong.

"I'm not leaving until you say something. Or until you let me in there." She pounded on the door again. You still sat in silence, trying to collect yourself.

She just kept knocking.

Eventually, you caved and turned the lock so that she could open the door. When she heard the click, she immediately pushed the door open. Or tried to, since you were sitting in front of it.

You quickly moved out of the way so that Jackie could actually make it inside. She took one step in and when she saw your red, puffy face, hers immediately softened.

"Hey, y/n, what's wrong?" She asked, moving to sit next to you. You couldn't respond. Your breaths were still shallow, and there were still tears streaming down your face.

When you didn't say anything, she just took your hand in hers and squeezed it.

"Everything's going to be okay, alright? I'm here for you. Just try to take a deep breath. Are you able to breathe with me?" She looked at you expectantly and you nodded.

She started to inhale, and you did your best to match it. You both did that for a while, Jackie breathing deeply and you mimicking her.

When you finally caught your breath, you smiled at Jackie.

"Thanks. I'm sorry you had to see me like this. Normally I'm more put together."

"I'm the one who forced you to open the door. Don't apologize. I wanted to help you." She squeezed your hand again.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened? Did something trigger this, or..?" She trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

"There was just a lot going on. This hasn't been the greatest week for me. I failed a math test. My friends are being weird. And my anxiety just kind of peaked here," You explained.

"I'm sorry, y/n. That's horrible. You don't deserve that."

"I just wish it didn't happen today. It feels like nothing can go right this week."

"Can I hug you?" She asked.

You nodded. When she wrapped her arms around you, you immediately relaxed. There was so comforting about her.

The both of you just sat there for a while, Jackie's arms around you, holding you close.

"This is nice," she whispered, so softly you weren't sure if you were even supposed to hear it.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do this," you whispered back.

"Hug me?"

"Not... just hug you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked innocently.

"Come on, Jackie. You know what I mean."

"You have to say it," she teased.

"Oh come on," you responded, rolling your eyes.

"Just say it!"

"Fine! Okay! I like you! Is that good enough for you?" You asked.

Jackie pulled back from the hug and smiled at you.

"Yes. Now you can kiss me."

"Oh, can I?" It was your turn to tease her now. But instead of caving, she just waited for you to lean in.

If course, you caved. You leaned toward her, and met her soft lips in yours. She pulled you in, trying to get you as close as possible. Your hands were tangled in her hair, and hers rested on your hips.

You two sat like that for what seemed like ages, drinking each other in. Tongues and teeth and lips. Your hands ran over each others hips and thighs and got tangled in each others hair. You traced the curve of her jaw. She tugged on your hair. It was perfect.

Until someone knocked on the door.

"Y/n? Are you still in there?" Van's voice sounded from outside the bathroom.

Before you could say anything, Van opened the door to see you and Jackie tangled up on the bathroom floor, still kissing. When you heard the door, you immediately jumped apart.

"You know what? I regret asking. Enjoy yourselves." With that, Van slammed the door shut, and you and Jackie were alone again.

You looked at each other and burst into giggles.

"Maybe we should lock the door," you said, still laughing.

"Maybe you're right."

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets season 1 #jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor x you #jackie taylor x yn #Jackie Taylor x curvy reader

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judasofsuburbia · 6 months

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for good || argyle week day one: missing scenes

rating: teen and up || pairing: argyle and jonathan || word count: 1113

day one of @argyledaily 's argyle week: missing scenes

"Has anyone seen Argyle?" Jonathan asks. They're still coming down from El going into Vecna's mindfuck palace via the Surfer Boy pizza dough freezer. Mike and Will are holding El on the floor and the general chaos has died down but everyone is still a little shaken.

“He's in the van smoking I think,” Mike responds with the indifference that Jonathan has become accustomed to. Even amongst the draining atmosphere that was the last few hours of their lives, Mike can still find a way to be a little shit.

Jonathan rolls his eyes and pushes open the front door of the Surfer Boy Pizza. Sure enough, the van doors are propped open. But Jonathan doesn't see any smoke.

Jonathan calls out for Argyle and hears a muttered, “In here.”

When Jonathan appears on the other side of the open van doors, Argyle is curled into himself. His chin is resting on his knees, his long hair making a curtain of sorts around his face, and his eyes are streaming with tears. He looks up at Jonathan, absolutely defeated, and Jonathan’s breath catches in his throat.

“Dude,” Jonathan breathes, coming to sit next to Argyle. His arms hover for a minute before deciding that yes, they should be put around Argyle at this moment, and he does just that.

Jonathan holds him for a few silent minutes, the only noise being Argyle’s sniffles. He’s never held Argyle like this, not seriously. Argyle will throw an arm around him sometimes, leading him to whatever shenanigans they have going on. It’s always playful and is dropped a minute later. This is much, much different.

Argyle’s knees drop down and Jonathan goes to move his arms off but then Argyle is tucking his head into Jonathan’s shoulder and oh, okay, comforting is still going. Argyle's had a few freak outs the last few days, rightfully so, but usually a blunt brought him down to a more mellow place, for better or for worse.

That's not what he needs right now though.

Jonathan starts to rub his arms up and down Argyle’s and Argyle’s breathing starts to become steady again so it must be helping.

“She does that a lot?” Argyle croaks.

“El?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh,” Jonathan inhales to buy himself some time. “Not since we moved, no.”

Argyle hums and whispers, “Scary.”

“Yeah,” Jonathan agrees softly.

“Is that why you moved?” Argyle asks.

Jonathan could spin this. Openly lie like the NDAs would tell him to do. But god damn it, the last few days have already rendered those documents useless. Argyle’s seen it. Not all of it, but a damn lot of it. Too much of it. Literally just helped them get El in between worlds like that.

Jonathan’s never been a great liar anyway.

“Yeah,” Jonathan answers. “Hawkins, where we were, kinda the cesspool of all those bad things. We thought we’d get away…maybe it would die down. Go away for good.”

Argyle moves his head so it’s off of Jonathan’s shoulder and looks at him seriously. Jonathan once again feels the need to let go but Argyle’s hand stops him. His strong fingers wrap around Jonathan's.

“Why is it her? She’s so…small. Young. Will, too. Fuck, they all are. Hell, we are! They’re so small, why are they fighting this? Why are you fighting this…thing?” Argyle bursts out in a frantic ramble, his voice desperate and strained. Jonathan flinches and Argyle’s shoulders drop. “Sorry, just…that’s fucked.”

“You’re right,” Jonathan says with a shaky exhale. “It is totally fucked. No one in Hawkins would listen to us. El, she…she came from the people responsible. Or at least, the people that knew about it and interacted with it. They…trained her for it. Knew she was special and exploited her. She escaped then Will got caught up in it a few years back. The…thing. It kidnapped him. El saved him. And kept saving everything over and over again‒”

Argyle’s eyes look so, so sorrowful that Jonathan stops talking. He’s never had to explain this to anyone else before. All the people in his life know about this. Witnessed it firsthand. He knows that it’s fucked but he’s never had to drag someone else into it.

But Argyle's witnessed a lot in the last few days. Way more than he ever should have had to. Jonathan opens his mouth to apologize but then--

“You’re so brave, my man,” Argyle breathes.

Jonathan freezes. His body feels too warm, his skin itching to get off of his bones. The moment feels too intimate. Yet, he fights his instincts to pull away. Something in his brain tells him this moment is too important.

“I‒” Jonathan’s tongue feels too big for his mouth, “I mean‒you. You-- you're brave. You like... helped us. You could’ve kicked us to the curb days ago.”

“Nah man,” Argyle interrupts, a little stern. “You needed help. I’ll always help you.”

Jonathan sighs with a soft smile and Argyle’s fingernails trace circles into his palm. It sends a shiver up Jonathan’s arm. He doesn’t fight it.

“Is that where your mom is? Down where El‒”

“No,” Jonathan cuts him off to help shake the mental image that started to form. “I don’t where she is. I don’t think it’s Alaska,” Jonathan’s laugh is pitiful.

“Why would she just leave?” Argyle asks.

Jonathan shrugs and his eyes sting with tears. “I don’t…I don’t know. I wish she hadn’t.”

Argyle wraps his arms around Jonathan’s torso and pulls him in for a hug. Jonathan starts to cry into his hair. Argyle cries again too. Jonathan's never cried in front of him before.

It feels so good to be held while they’re crying. Neither of them can remember the last time someone just held them like this. Let them release everything that was bottled up inside into reckless, ugly sobs.

It’s the first time they’ve ever truly hugged. This also feels good.

They must cry into each other for at least five minutes, maybe ten. It’s Argyle who pulls away first and wipes his tears and snot with the sleeve of his shirt. Jonathan lets out a little laugh and pulls his collar up to do the same. They’re still holding each other. Argyle is rubbing circles into the middle of his back.

“How do we end this thing?” Argyle whispers. “For good.”

Jonathan turns his head to look back at the front of the van. He looks back at Argyle, his best friend, really his only friend, whose look of determination sets something alight in him.

“Are you down for a longer road trip?”

Argyle nods with his lips pursed, the vulnerability of the last few moments slipping into a newly found, almost easy sense of purpose. A look that says, "For you, dude? Anything."

This makes Jonathan smile.

“Let’s get that motherfucker," Argyle declares.

#emily writes #argyle #argyle week #argyledaily #jonathan byers #jargyle #jargyle ficlet #jargyle fics #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #stranger things fic

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Starting over In Madrid

Chapter 5 : Valleys and Peaks

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

Chapter 1 ➤ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➤ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➤ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➤ Hell Clasico

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I was already lying in my bed when I got Misa’s text. My pillow was wet and darken where the tears mixed with make-up had rolled down. Bed shits were a mess after I vainly turned and turned around to set myself comfortable as I had planned to really take the time to think about what had happened. But the calm meditation I expected had never came, replaced by a crashing urge to let go, to loosen the vans I had kept closed for nearly four months now.

So instead, I cried.

I cried because I didn’t want to be hollow again. When I arrived at the Scuidad on my first day, I was still feeling broken by my previous relationship. My ex had dumped me like our three years together never existed, reaping of part of my self-estime with her. When I had looked at Misa that day, something had stirred in me for the first time in months. That something had grown since then, filling me again, meanwhile I constantly knew I was forbidden to feel that way.

So, I cried.

I also cried because I wanted Misa so much it hurt, my body longing for hers like I never longed for somebody. I had felt my heart fly when I had realized Misa was into me as well, barely believing it. It wasn’t making any sense to me to be desired by someone like her. Yet It was, yet it couldn’t happened. Yet It hurt. So much.

" Nicky where are you ? I thought you’ll wait for me 😞 "

After reading Misa’s message, I had another reason to let my tears flowed. I had finally succeeded at hurting her.

After we kissed and she went back to the pitch, the puffy cloud I was on had turned to a dark storm. I had been weak, letting her think that there could be something between us, letting her know that I wanted to. I had ran away, pretexting having nauseas to my boss, justifying my absence at the end of the game in the same time, as I quickly put my stuff in order and set off without telling anyone else.

My heart sunk deeper. What was I going to say now ?

"I had to packed my working stuff, sorry I’m home" I responded, tears falling down at an increasing pace.

I shortly received " I don’t understand…" followed by "In fact, I guess I do. Adios" that kept me crying half the night.

***

Days off after the Clasico passed. I was back at work. Misa and I no longer talked together. She was ignoring me during every training session. Hayley was doing the same, so I deduced Misa had told her everything. They were no longer photo lessons or endless chatting. The job I loved so much was not so great without friends, or now that I had lost them. And I knew I deserved it as much as Misa deserved an explanation. I was preparing myself to give it to her, not to expect our friendship back, but because I had hurt her and she couldn’t get a thing of what was going on, and maybe because I couldn’t bear her avoiding gaze at the beginning of each training session too. All I had to do was to find the right time and place.

My wish to tell her to truth became quite pressing during a new commercial photoshoot for a collection of sport garments. Obviously, Misa had been chosen for modeling and I was dreading to direct her without having managed to speak with her before.

The set was a corner of a gym with a bright blue bench and a few exercise items. As always, I was helping a dedicated photographer and his light assistants. The goalkeeper came to the set, her face a mask, her brows imperceptibly frown, her eyes avoiding mine, as usual now. She was wearing the promoted sport items, an orange neon sport bra and a matching short, completed with knee socks and white sneakers. Of course, she looked incredibly hot.

She sat on the bench, her elbows on her lap, waiting for pose directions.

"Hum, straighten up… turn a bit on the left and… look at the camera." I stammered.

Misa slowly took the pose, her gaze finally leveled up with mine and stay locked here. I felt my cheeks blushed. Her almond-shaped eyes showed all the emotions she was containing. Hurt, want, sadness, Confusion. I swallowed hard. Her lips pursing, she finally glanced at the camera.

"Ok. Get up, put your hands on your waist, your back to us, and look upon you shoulder"

Misa stood up and turned, the muscles of her tanned back capturing the grazing light of the spots. She flexed her strong arms and put her hands on the bare skin of her waist disappearing under her fuckgod-so-tight-short. Her long legs were slightly spread to give her a steady presence while her underexposed profile detached nicely against the background. She was so stunning I couldn’t do anything but stare blankly, heat rising in various parts of my body.

"Nicky, go put her hair in the front, we can’t see the bra properly" the photographer told me.

I unfroze and moved forward, each step incredibly slow. I approached Misa, still keeping the pose. Our eyes met, she frowned very slightly again and took a deep breath. I bit my lips, feeling so uncomfortable to have to touch her on the top of everything. Her sweet perfume filled my nose. My fingers tips brush the skin of her neck and ran across her shoulders as I gently gather her hair to the right. She stiffened and mutter something in Spanish. I arranged her hair better, having her rolling her eyes when I tucked a strand behind her ear. I was sure I had turned red due to embarrassment and to the cooking rays of the spotlights. I went back to my spot near the photographer. He took the shots and seemed satisfied so I moved to the next pose.

"Face us. Take a ball in your right hand, the other down and look at the camera. » I said but the photographer corrected « Not straight at the camera, it will looked forced, tell her to look a bit on her right, at you actually".

I shut my eyes. For real ? I heard Misa stifle a sneer, indicating she had caught the corrected indications. When I opened my eyes, she was indeed looking directly at me, her gaze hard, her fading sneer still on her mouth.

"Nah it’s not working, she looks like she going to murder someone. She has to smile more frankly".

If she heard, she pretended not to. Her face harden even more.

"Er… smile please?" I asked her, mortified.

Misa bit her lips, her chest was rising up and down as she took deep breaths.

"What’s…" began the photographer.

"¡Y si no quiero!" Misa burst out. She threw the ball across the room, hitting nothing by miracle. "I’m done here!" she got off to the back room and slammed the door behind her. A heavy silence settled upon us before the photographer talked again.

"What's going on with her ? That’s really unprofessional ! I will report it !"

"Calm down, she’s not at her top right now. I’m going to talk to her".

I timidly opened the door of the changing room. Misa was putting on a jumper, the promoted kit laying on the floor. She froze when she saw me but went back at gathering her stuff without a word. I closed the door behind me.

"Misa… wait please, I… I have to talk to you…"

"About what ? No necesito hablar", she coldly reply while tiding her shoes.

"I know you’re upset because of me, I…"

"I’m not upset only because of you ! But you did put the cherry on the cake that evening !"

My heart sank again, I try to gather some courage. "There is something that you don’t know I should have told you a long time ago ! Please let me explain !" I twisted my hands nervously.

The women looked up, her hands on her laps, her glance icy. "Valé, te escucho."

"Not here, I can’t! Wait for me in my office. I have to finish the photoshoot, just give me ten minutes !" My eyes begun to sting as she narrowed her eyes. Her silence was worse than her saying she was hurt. "Please, Misa !" I begged.

She looked down and sighted. "Valé", she said, getting up and putting her bag on her shoulder.

"Will you be there for real ?" I urged her, unsure of her response.

"Te dije que si !" she shouted at the doorstep without looking back.

I breathed out in relief, still shaken. Angry Misa was really intimidating.

When I entered my office, I found the goalkeeper sat in my chair and looking at her phone. She had turned on my computer, the screen displayed a photo of Hayley, herself and I, sitting in the grass of our favorite pitch corner, the tree of us laughing hard. I ignored my prickling eyes, I had a job to get done.

Misa's gaze followed me as I searched the drawers of my desk. I put out a folder, opened it and retrieved a slack of papers clipped together. I took a second chair and placed it in front of her. I sat down, turned the pages until I found the right passage and began to read.

"Working contract. Close number 23. To prevent any conflict, the present employee accept not to engage in any kind of private relationship with the Real Madrid team members. This applies to the current players and trainers and the players and trainers to come. If the close is infringed, Real Madrid Company will immidialaty put an end to the present employment contract and the eventual working visa and lease the employee may be beneficial through Real Madrid Company. Real Madrid Company will not assist the former employee in any kind of further administrative procedure."

I put the paper aside and stared at the goalkeeper astonished face. "I’m sorry… I so so wish it would be different…"

Misa leant back in her chair, rubbed her hands across her face, and let out a forced laugh. "Que pasa en este puto club..?" She blinked and sighted. "Well, that do explains things…".

"I should have told you after the Clasico but…"

"Shh, Nicky please don’t, it’s done", she leaned towards me, only sadness remained in her eyes now. She stared at the photo of us on the screen. "I just wish I could rewind and go back to this moment. La Copa de la Reina was still up… we were having fun together…"

My eyes stung again. "We did. I miss you guys…"

"And what am I going to do without my awful teacher ?" Misa added softly with a chuckle. "Maybe we could come back at being friend ?" Her warm gaze lighted up with hope.

I looked at her fondly, passing from her brown eyes topped with her thick eyebrows, to her cute nose, and stopping on the dimples on each side of her smiling lips. "Everytime you look at me like that, I can only think of how much I want to kiss you Misa » I confessed.

She smirked shyly, closed her eyes, her cheeks lightly blushing, and bore them into mine once more "Only kiss me ?" she dared say.

I gasped at the thought of her body against mine. "Not a chance" I whispered as I leaned toward her as well. Our hands on our lap brushed. We intertwined our fingers, our breathing already fastening through our half-opened lips. Our faces came closer and closer. "What are we doing ?" I vainly asked as the tip of my nose grazed hers. "Nonsense" her mouth answered almost on mine. "I’m doomed then" I admitted and crashed my lips against the goalkeeper’s.

I kissed her intensely, feeling oddly free to do so for the first time. We both knew the trouble we were in now but we both couldn’t help it. Her tongue touched my lips and I opened them to let her in. I couldn’t suppress a whine, felt a quick worry about being over heard, before sinking in our kiss again.

Misa grasped my neck, making me so needy for more I quitted my chair and went to straddle her. I enfolded her lips with mine once more, pushing her against the back of the chair, pushing my tongue further in her mouth. Her deep breaths had me so worked up I would have screamed if my last restraint hadn't stopped me. Misa led her hands under my t-shirt, caressing my back with her large palms, setting my mind all dizzy. I buried my fingers in her hair and she kissed me harder, soft whimpers escaping from her now.

She pulled up my t-shirt, revealing my chest in my embroiled bra. The beautiful women stopped kissing me and pulled me closer, making me straighten up a bit so that her face pressed against my breast. I bit my tongue hard not to moan as she kissed the soft skin there. I was almost panting, hands and face plunged in her hair, intoxicating myself with her scent and touch all over me.

Three knocks echoed on the door.

We froze. I jumped off her in panic, lowered my t-shirt and took back my chair. Misa was quickly combing her hair with her fingers to make it flat again when the door swung opened.

Ana entered the room, a pile of folders under her arms. She didn’t bother to close the door behind her.

"Hola Nicky. Ah ! I see Miss Rodriguez is here. Did you received her to discuss her unacceptable behavior at the photoshoot ?"

Misa scratched her nose, her hand covering her mouth. I was sure she was hiding a smirk by faking embarrassment.

"Yes" I responded, perfectly happy with the made-up explanation of her presence in my office.

"And did she reprimanded you severely ?" she asked, turning to Misa.

Misa had the time to compose a serious face, thought I saw the corner of her mouth twitched twice. "She did. I apologize for my lake of professionalism. I wasn’t feeling myself. I assure you it won’t happen again."

"Therefore, considered it over, but keep in mind I expected better pressure handling from a professional athlete, Miss Rodriguez." I saw her sunk a bit in her chair before she slowly nodded. Ana turned back to me "Nicky I have lots of things to see with you."

The goalkeeper got up "I’ll leave you then", she said and Ana took her seat.

"Yes, thank you Misa. So, Nicky, let’s start with the most urgent : the travel to Paris next week for the Nation’s league…"

I tried hard to listen but all I could think of was how wet I was down.

***

"Hey Misa" I said, calling her in my tiny kitchen.

"Hola Nicky, como esta ?" her sweet voice was even softer through the phone.

"Estoy bien y tu ?"

"Bueno. What’s up ? Did your boss figured something out ?"

"No, not at all, don’t worry ! I… well… we were interrupted ahah… and I thought we should talk about what come next…" I began to pace back and forth in the small room.

"Si, pero… I don’t know… I don’t risk much myself but I don’t want you to loose everything because of me… We were pretty close of getting caught".

"You are probably right..." I sighted. "But how do we fix things now ? We’re not exactly behaving like friends do..."

She laughed. "Exacto. Right." she paused, I stopped pacing to gulp a glass of water. "Look Nicky, I say we wait after Paris. I need to focus. It’s not against you but I don’t think I should be distracted by anything else right now. It will be a tough game against the PSG, I have to work harder. I don’t want another Clasico…"

"I understand. Don’t be too hard on yourself though. You did your best !"

"I didn’t managed to save any penalty… not one in five."

"You know better than me it’s the hardest job for goalkeepers."

"But I want to be the best goalkeeper, the one that can stop them, the one that could make my team win."

I bit my lips, Misa was putting so much pressure on herself. In the same time, hearing her being so passionate was moving. "You will then, I believe in you."

There was another pause "I’m glad we’re talking again, Nicky"

"Me too, Misa. Friend or more, I’m here for you if you need me."

"Muchas gracias, I’ll see you tomorrow at training."

"Bye."

I hung up and gazed at the pinky sky of Madrid through the narrow window of my kitchen. I didn’t know where Misa and I were going. I didn’t want to think about it for now, to content to have earned back her trust, after the valleys and peaks we went through. I took another sip of water, feeling impatient to see her practice tomorrow at being the best goalkeeper she could be.

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sleepyhollowtimburton · 7 months

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These are gifs of a deleted scene. It's a real shame they deleted this scene because it's quite cute, the scene is included in the scriptbook and novelization, so here I'll give you the novelized version of this scene (it reads better than the script). What do you think? Should they have kept this in the film?

As Ichabod picked up his pen once again, he heard a knock on the door. At last, the servant girl with the bible. He'd sent her so long ago he thought she'd forgotten.

"Yes, yes come in!" he shouted over his shoulder. Perhaps that family tree on the bible's inner leaf would reveal something, Something odd had caught his eye during his brief perusal in the parlor, a familiar surname that he couldn't recall now.

Behind him, the door clicked open. Soft footsteps trod the wooden floor. "Thank you." Ichabod called out. "Just leave it on the reading stand. That will be all." No, she's a resource, you can learn from her. "Wait. Tell me about that big brute who seems to be Katrina's.."

As he spoke, he turned around and came face-to-face with Katrina van Tassel. He shot up out from his chair. His hip knocked against the desk, which thudded against the wall, sending papers cascading towards the floor. "Forgive me! I asked Sarah to bring me..."

"So your clever books have failed you," Katrina said with an amused smile. "and you turn to the bible after all."

Ichabod collected himself. "I see I am talked about downstairs."

"In passing only. We have many things to talk about, even in this backwards place."

"I am sorry. Please excuse my manner. I am not used to..." Speechless, she renders me speechless.

"Female company?" Katrina asked.

"Society." Ichabod shot back.

"How can you avoid society in New York? How I should love the opera and theaters, to go dancing! Is it wonderful?"

Ichabod fought the urge to lie, to make himself sound cultured and urbane. She would see through him, she saw everything. "I have never been."

"But there is an art museum? A concert hall?"

"I don't know."

"Then you have nothing to teach me." The words made Ichabod shrink away in disappointment, but an idea was forming. "Perhaps I have." He said. "Do you believe the van Garretts and the widow Winship were murdered by a headless horseman?"

"Not everyone here believes it is the horseman."

At last, a realist. "Good." Ichabod said.

"Some say it's the witch of the western woods who has made a pact with Lucifer."

Ichabod's shoulders sank. Katrina was one of them after all, provincial and irrational. "There are no witches or galloping ghosts either. Is everyone in the village in thrall of superstition?"

"Why are you so afraid of magic? Not all magic is black. There are ancient truths in these woods which have been forgotten in your city parks."

"If they are truth, they are not magic, if magic, they are not truth," Ichabod told her.

"You are foolish, when there is a fever in the house, it is well known that willow herb roots and a crow's foot must be boiled in the milk of a pure white goat with special charms uttered over the fire, and the fever abates."

"Next time, try the herbs without the rest." Ichabod had heard enough. "And now I must ask you to excuse me."

"Gladly, I should not have interrupted our town's saviour. Good night." Katrina turned and walked towards the open door. "And as to your first question, that big brute you were asking about has proposed to me."

That statement caught Ichabod off guard. "I..I..I'm happy that..."

Katrina looked back over her shoulder. "He's proposed to me...several times." She paused and smiled, letting the last two words linger. And as she left, she seemed to take all the air in the room with her.

Ichabod had to sit down.

#Sleepy Hollow #Tim Burton #1999 #Deleted scene #Ichabod Crane #Katrina van Tassel #Johnny Depp #Christina Ricci

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songforeddiemunson · 1 year

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Three of a Kind

"Hear me out. Inexperienced! Eddie (not a virgin but his experiences are sort of few and vanilla) and an impromptu perhaps tipsy threesome w reader (they're not together but he does think she's hot, maybe they'll end up together who knows) and another chick? Making his wildest dreams come true. Maybe at a party? A gathering of some sort. Just spit balling at this point. It sounds hot. And I want it (Joseph Quinn voice.)" --@etherealglimmer

Inspired by the above request. I'm sorry this took me SO long to finish. I did take a few liberties with the idea (Eddie has had non-vanilla sex but nothing like THIS, and no real relationships). I hope you enjoy!!

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!Roomate

Summary: Eddie makes a weed delivery to his crush at her college party. He gets waaaaay more than payment in response.

Warnings: 18+ [foul language, threesome sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, strap-on sex, p in v sex, a little light choking, minors LOOK AWAY, this might be the filthiest thing I have ever written.] Sex is NOT payment for weed. Some fluff if you look closely. Reader's description is vague to remain inclusive.

Word Count: 4K

MASTERLIST

THREE OF A KIND

I can't wait to rev you up

Faster than you can say Ferrari

Tearin' up the gravel, watch you unravel

Now it's a party, hey!

October 1986

Eddie normally wouldn’t make a weed run to a college party over twenty miles from home. Spending nearly an hour on the road on a Friday night was not exactly his idea of a good time, and the gas his van guzzled cut into his profits.

But he would make an exception for you.

You weren’t exactly friends, but you had gotten along. You were cool; not one of the popular brats but not a social pariah either. You drifted somewhere in between, just marching to the beat of your own drum. Eddie respected that. You ran into each other outside school on occasion, and would share a smoke or a joint and have a little chat about the latest music releases or the whatever horror flick you had just seen.

While nothing had ever gone beyond a mild flirtation, Eddie allowed himself to wonder if there were possibilities there. Would you ever want to spend some time with him? Should he ask you out on an actual date? How did people even do this? He had never really had a proper girlfriend before, and the idea would ultimately leave him feeling flustered and he would push the thoughts away.

While he was far from a virgin, his experiences were limited to occasional post-gig hookups with the chicks who hung around the hideout looking for a guitarist to nail. It was fun, and the mutual understanding of having no strings attached kept things from getting complicated, but, during those moments when he was feeling particularly lonely, he always found himself looking for that deeper connection that nobody took the time to afford him. And sometimes his thoughts would wander to you.

When you told him that you were going to go off to the community college a couple of towns over, he was surprised.

“I was thinking of going into mortuary sciences,” you said, as you checked your eyeliner with your compact.

“Seriously?” Eddie huffed a laugh.

“Nah,” you said, snapping the compact shut. “Just fucking with you. But I do kinda want to be a writer, maybe tour around and write for Rolling Stone or some shit. So I’m gonna take some English comp courses.”

Eddie grinned. “That sounds awesome, good for you.”

“What are you going to do with your life?” you asked him, arching one eyebrow.

Eddie shrugged. “Jeff and I talked about getting a shithole apartment in Indy or maybe Detroit. I’ve been learning mechanics in my free time. Fix some cars, play some tunes. Just get the hell out of Hawkins.”

“Right on,” you said, smiling amicably as Eddie struggled to mask the disappointment he felt at the prospect of your moving away.

So when you called him six months later looking for a weed hookup, Eddie was practically out the door before you could hang up the phone.

He chuckled to himself as he pulled up to the address he had hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper. Where the hell did you bring me?

It was certainly no sorority house, not that he would have pegged you as the type to join a sorority anyway. It was on the outskirts of town bordered by dense woods, and looked more like an old church than a proper house. This struck Eddie as hilariously fitting (if bordering on sacrilege) and he laughed out loud as he stepped out of the van and sauntered up the walkway.

He observed a few other cars parked about as he approached the house, and he could hear the music thumping as he raised his hand to knock on the door. He knocked three times before spotting the doorbell and giving it a quick buzz.

After a pause of about fifteen seconds, the door swung open, allowing the heady scents of weed and incense to spill out the door, along with the dark and rhythmic tones of Souxie and the Banshees’ Cities in Dust. It was an assault on Eddie’s senses, and the woman who answered the door was no exception.

She was tall, maybe more than 5’7”, with a too-orange to be natural pixie cut and plump, heavily glossed lips. She was a punk goddess in doc martens, fishnets and a plaid miniskirt, simultaneously a cliché and a delight, and for a moment Eddie forgot to speak, his tongue plastered uselessly to the roof of his mouth.

“Yeah?” she said, making no effort to hide her assessment of him as her eyes raked up and down the length of Eddie’s body before stopping at his face, her green eyes penetrating into his. One luscious lip curled up into the ghost of a smirk.

After his brain finally caught up to his mouth he blurted out your first name– a bit too loudly– and quickly followed up with, “uh sorry yeah, she’s expecting me.”

The goddess turned and shouted your name into the dwelling, which was dark and moody; light bulbs had been swapped out for colored ones, smoke hung heavy in the air, lending a hazy and otherworldly vibe to the interior.

You appeared quickly, and Eddie’s heart nearly fell out of his chest. Thoughts of the goddess who answered the door were obliterated when you stepped into view. College looked great on you. Not that you needed the help.

“How’s it going, Munson? Did you find the place alright?” you asked him. You noticed that he was out of breath. “Did you run here, or something?” you added with a laugh.

“Uh, no, I’m fine,” Eddie said, his expression breaking out into a grin. “It’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”

“You too, Eddie,” you said, and stepped away from the door to allow him room to enter. “Come on in. Welcome to my humble abode.”

“You actually live here?” Eddie asked as he followed you inside, weaving around people and through the living room, where he glimpsed more people– mostly women– lounging about and chatting. There were men present as well, but they seemed to be the minority.

Your laugh sounded like bells under the loud music. “Well not alone, but yeah, I live here with four other girls. We’re not a sorority or anything, not anything official, anyway. But split five-ways this place is actually affordable, and it creeps people out, so we’re left alone.”

“Was this a church?” Eddie asked as he looked around the place.

You nodded. “Once upon a time. I guess it was an old chapel but was deconsecrated after the pastor murdered someone. Drink?”

Eddie paused, laughing, holding his hands up. “Whoa whoa wait. You can’t just casually drop that you live in an old murder chapel and just expect me to move on from that.”

You shrugged. “That’s honestly all I know!” You giggled at his expression of incredulity. “Do you want a drink or not?”

Eddie sighed and dropped his hands in resignation. “Sure, I guess I’ll have a murder beer from the murder chapel.”

You laughed heartily as you opened the fridge and pulled out a can of PBR, popping the tab as you handed it over. Eddie took it from you, and downed a considerable amount before setting it aside on the counter and reaching into his leather jacket’s inner pocket. He pulled out a baggie of weed and handed it to you.

“Your green, milady.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” you said, pulling three neatly folded ten-dollar bills from your bra and handing them over. Eddie tried not to stare.

“Pleasure doing business,” he said as he stuffed the bills into the pocket of his jeans without ceremony. He picked the beer up again, unsure of what to do next and feeling slightly awkward. “Sorry your regular hookup went out of town,” he said before taking another pull of beer.

“Oh that?” you replied. “Nah, they’re around. I just needed an excuse to get you over here.”

Eddie sputtered his sip, needing to wipe his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I wanted to see you,” you shrugged. “I was listening to the new Iron Maiden album the other day and it got me thinking, what would Eddie think of this?”

Eddie stood up straight, his eyes brightening. “Too fucking synth-heavy! What were they thinking?!” he exclaimed, making you laugh.

“Exactly. Except for Wasted Years. That song was solid.”

“Yes!” Eddie cried. “It was the only song on the album that didn’t make me want to throw myself out of a moving car,” he said, and the two of you simply grinned at each other for a moment before he continued. “But yeah, Bruce’s vocals were solid though.”

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling. “Bruce is always solid.”

“You know,” Eddie said, leaning forward dramatically while holding onto the counter with one hand, “you could have just called me, you didn’t need to buy weed you didn’t need.”

“I suppose I could have,” you said, stepping toward him. “But where is the fun in that?”

Eddie didn’t have time to fully react; only a quick widening of the eyes showed he registered your actions before you grabbed a fistful of the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and pillowy, and you pulled away for a moment to look up into the big brown eyes that frequently haunted your dreams. “I should have done this ages ago,” you murmured, causing Eddie’s heart to triple its pace.

“I wish you had,” he said, before diving back in for another kiss. He brought his hands up to cup your face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You allowed him to do it, you would probably let him do anything. You wanted this, you had fantasized about this, and now his tongue was sliding along yours, teasing and exploring. You tasted the sweetness of the pilsner and the ghost of the cigarette he smoked on the drive, and a tiny moan escaped you as you tangled your fingers into the locks of hair you had so longed to touch. You pressed your body taught against his and you could feel the stiffness of his arousal. Fighting the urge to tear at the fly of his jeans, you pulled away.

“Let's go upstairs,” you whispered. Eddie could only nod.

You led him by the hand out of the kitchen and toward the stairs, around the languidly dancing bodies, feeling giddy, the song now Shake the Disease by Depeche Mode, the music thrumming and thrilling, making you feel like you were floating outside of yourself.

The moment you had him upstairs and into your room you were on him again, kissing and nibbling at those perfect lips and pushing his jacket off his shoulders. You quickly started to kneel but Eddie stopped you with a finger under your chin, gently urging you back up.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Eddie chuckled softly at your puzzled expression. “But where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

“I told you,” you said, “I missed you.”

“But why didn’t you do this before? You had plenty of opportunities and I would have been happy to oblige.”

“I don’t know,” you began, unsure of how to phrase what you felt. “Before, I didn’t know what I wanted. But I have a better sense of who I am now. And like I said…” your hand trailed down Eddie’s jeans as you spoke, and you slowly pulled the zipper of his fly down, “I’ve been thinking of you.”

Without another word, you pushed him backward onto the bed, and his surprised laugh was cut short when you pulled his length from his jeans and slipped your lips around the tip. “Oh fuck,” he gasped. “You aren’t messing around are you, oh my go–” the rest of the sounds Eddie made no longer contained words.

You took him in as far as you could and then pulled back up, circling your tongue around the tip. You pumped him slowly as you worshiped the head of his dick for a while; sucking, licking, kissing. Eddie leaned back and braced himself on his hands, his little gasps and moans fueling you onward and enhancing your own arousal. You took his full length in again, and alternated in this manner for a while, going between head worship and deep throating, pulling him closer to the edge.

Eddie was trying not to come while pondering the possibility that he had died en route to your house and was now in heaven, when the bedroom door abruptly opened. Eddie sat up, feeling alarmed and strangely bashful, but you simply pulled away with an annoyed, “what?”

You still had his cock in your hand.

“Oh there you are,” Chloe said, sounding annoyed. She seemed completely unbothered by what she had interrupted, but one eyebrow ticked upward when she saw the impressive appendage encircled by your fingers.

Eddie, unsure of what to do and feeling exposed, grabbed a random piece of cloth– which turned out to be a tank top– and draped it over his exposed erection.

“Do you mind? We’re kind of in the middle of something here…” Eddie blurted, at a vocal register a bit higher than normal.

“No,” Chloe responded, before turning her attention to you. “Where is the blue curacao?”

“How should I know?” you laughed. “Did you check on top of the fridge?”

“Yes, it’s not there.”

You shrugged. “It’s probably gone then.”

“Disappointing,” Chloe replied. “I wanted a blue Hawaiian.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” you said.

Eddie watched this exchange with wide, incredulous eyes, ping-ponging back and forth between you as if he was watching a tennis match.

“So is this one yours then?” Chloe asked, nodding her head in Eddie’s direction.

“I really like him,” you said simply with a smile. Despite his absurd situation, Eddie felt something warm bloom in his heart.

“So…” Chloe began. “Not up for sharing this one then?”

Eddie nearly choked on nothing.

You looked at him, considering. Your initial reaction was to say no, because you wanted Eddie all to yourself. But Chloe was sexy, and a lot of fun. You shrugged. “Are you up for that?” you asked him matter-of-factly.

“Am I– am I up for what exactly?” Eddie stammered.

“A threesome. With me and Chloe.”

“I uh– oh my god. Uh, I guess? If that’s okay with you two, but sure? Yeah.” Eddie tried and failed to sound nonchalant about it, as if a threesome with two beautiful women was something that just happened.

“Excellent,” Chloe said, stepping forward and kicking the door closed as she pulled her top off over her head in one fluid motion. She knelt beside you, and tossed aside the flimsy fabric that covered Eddie's slightly softened member. “Aw, does someone have some nerves? Don’t worry, we’ll fix that,” she said, and pulled you in for a messy kiss, her sticky lip gloss painting your lips as she lapped into your mouth with her tongue. You moaned softly. Chloe was the perfect sort of filthy, and this was going to be a lot of fun.

You made out sloppily for a moment as Chloe pumped Eddie back up to his full hardness, then she pivoted over to slip her lips around his cock. Eddie tossed his head back and moaned. Chloe’s technique was different from yours; she was more rough and forceful, never afraid to take what pleasure she could while leaving men and women completely spent in her wake. You admired her boldness, and watching her slurp down the object of your affection was absolutely thrilling. Chloe sucked Eddie down so thoroughly, that she would bury her nose in the thatch of his pubic hair before pulling up, gasping, with ribbons of saliva trailing away from her lips. It was filthy.

You climbed up onto the bed as this went on and kissed Eddie, softly at first, then hungrily, and you alternated between nipping his bottom lip with your teeth and licking into his mouth with your tongue. He moaned into your mouth as Chloe slipped one of his balls into her mouth, and she sucked him there as she pumped his cock with her fist. Eddie’s breathing was erratic and quick, and he began to wonder how long he could last. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on any longer, Chloe stood up, leaving Eddie exposed again, the cooler air from the room chasing Eddie’s climax away.

“Everyone get naked. Now,” Chloe commanded, as she stepped out of the room.

“Where is she going?” Eddie asked as he began to undress.

“Not sure, probably to get some toy,” you said, and you kissed and undressed each other while you waited for her to return. Eddie kissed you deeply and stroked your breasts as you pumped his dick, and shortly Chloe returned. She was naked except for a large strap-on secured around her hips.

“Don’t worry loverboy. You’re hers, so I’m not going to fuck you. Her though,” she nodded toward you, “her I’m going to fuck.”

“Uh, ok,” was all Eddie could manage. He sat back on his heels on the bed as you positioned yourself in front of him on your knees. You slipped your mouth back over Eddie’s cock as Chloe positioned herself behind you. She had already lubed up her appendage, and she slid into you with ease. You gasped around Eddie’s cock as she began to pump into you. Eddie watched as Chloe fucked into you from behind, and then they leaned forward and kissed as you were being spit-roasted. Your moans were choked and drowned out by being so thoroughly filled, but you were never in any danger, and you loved every second of it. You squealed as Chloe hit deep inside, sliding her silicone dick along your inner g-spot and making you see stars as she and Eddie sucked face above you.

It felt so good, so damn good, that your first orgasm arrived quickly, making your legs quiver and you sobbed unintelligible nonsense onto Eddie’s cock as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

“His turn,” Chloe cooed as she slipped out of you, and she unbuckled the straps of her toy and set it aside. You sat up on your knees. “Are you doing alright?” you murmured into Eddie’s mouth as you kissed him.

“Mmmhmm. Oh yes. You?” he replied between kisses.

You nodded. “Oh hell yeah.”

You felt him smile against your mouth, and then you pulled away to lay down in front of him. Chloe laid your head in her lap. “Okay,” she said. “Now fuck her.”

She cradled your head, stroking your forehead and brushing stray whisps of hair away from your face with surprising gentleness as Eddie lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulder. He grasped himself at his base and positioned himself at your entrance. He leaned down to suckle one of your nipples, making you groan, as he slid inside.

“Ah fuck,” you cried out.

Eddie started to thrust steadily in and out. Chloe moved her right hand down to your throat and squeezed gently. Not enough to actually choke you, but enough to make little stars appear at the corner of your vision, setting all of your senses alight. The groan that emanated from your lips was enough to make Eddie nearly lose it right then and there.

Your second orgasm slammed into you so quickly that it caught you by surprise, and you squealed and mewled and babbled. Eddie didn’t slow down, however, only picked up his pace, his hips slapping into yours rhythmically.

Chloe gently slid out from under your head and repositioned herself closer to the point at which Eddie and yourself were joined, and she trailed her fingers down your glistening tummy to play with your clit. You arched your back and keened at the dual sensation of your highly sensitive nub being manually stimulated while Eddie fucked you roughly. She gently encircled the sensitive bud with a manicured finger, and Eddie watched, leaning back slightly to grant her better access.

She leaned down and licked across the nub, and with the other hand she reached up to play with Eddie’s balls, sending both of you into paroxysms of delight. Eddie was hitting you so deep, and Chloe’s tongue was sending you reeling straight toward your third orgasm. Chloe grasped the ankle that wasn’t resting on Eddie’s shoulder and held it aloft and she sat up, holding your ankle and gazing down at you as she watched you come apart, rubbing your clit with her fingers.

As you came down from your third orgasm, she got up off the bed, slipped on a robe, and sat in your little desk chair to light a cigarette. “The rest is just for you two lovebirds,” she said as she exhaled a plume of fragrant smoke.

Eddie looked at her briefly before returning his gaze to your face, and his beautiful browns looked directly into yours. He let your ankle slide down to the crook of his arm as he leaned forward, and he cupped your face in his hands before diving in for a sweet kiss. His thrusting had slowed, and he seemed to be reveling in just being with you for a moment before his pace grew more erratic. He stopped kissing you and fucked you to his own completion with his forehead pressed against yours. It was intimate and close, and though Chloe was still watching from her chair, her gaze was no longer predatory, it was something you couldn’t quite describe. It was soft.

Eddie pulled out of you, pumping pearls of his seed onto your soft belly. You panted and sighed happily as you returned to the real world, the cloud you had been residing upon slowly sinking back to the earth. Eddie cleaned you with the same discarded tank top that had acted as his temporary (and futile) modesty barrier, and he planted a kiss against the smooth skin of your hip before he turned to pull his jeans back on.

You sat up and began pulling on your own clothes, Chloe stood up and made her way toward the exit. “Not bad for a last hurrah,” she said, smiling, before she slipped out of the room.

“And then there were two,” you said in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness that had settled in the wake of Chloe’s departure. Eddie chuckled.

“Listen,” he said, his smile faltering. “I want you to know that I didn’t come here looking for…that. Or anything like that. I was just stoked you called.”

You smiled. “Oh I know. And even though I did have some ulterior motives for calling you, I think the most I was planning to do was ask you out.” You chuckled. “Not that I mind the outcome.”

Eddie grinned. “No, I certainly don’t mind either.”

“But that will never happen again. I don’t like to share.”

“Understood. But…BUT,” Eddie held up a finger, as if to emphasize a caveat was coming.

“Yeah?” you said, suddenly feeling anxious.

“Before we talk about what’s gonna happen next, don’t you think you should ask me out?”

You laughed. “Eddie Munson, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Eddie nodded. “Hell yes. I hear this new movie Witchboard is pretty good. Wanna go see it with me?”

You could barely contain your grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Thanks for reading! As always, likes, comments, reblogs are so appreciated.

Special thanks to @misskittysmagicportal for the song inspo and your continuing encouragement ❤️

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rottenroyalebooks · 5 months

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Love Drunk - 0.1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins as soon as she turned eighteen with her boyfriend to follow her dreams of being a Rockstar. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother, all while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metal head who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: None.

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Driving back to Hawkins, Indiana, was the last thing I thought I would do.

I wouldn't say I liked this hellhole and got away as soon as possible. I never wanted to see the all-too-familiar roads and trees filled with bad memories.

Why did I come back here if I hated this place so much? My life fell apart underneath my feet, and I had no choice.

The drive was long and taxing, but I had a caravan from the 60s that still worked beautifully, so I didn't have to stay in any motels. I left California with a few boxes of my possessions and my black and white Saint Bernard Baxter, and we hit the open road together. It was a long trip, but eventually, I pulled into the driveway of my family home, which was pitch black.

Being late into the night, I was not surprised that the house was dark. I pulled my van into the backyard so it wouldn't be seen by anyone who drove by. I turned my van off and climbed into the back of my caravan, grabbing my travel bag and waking Baxter up so he wouldn't be sleeping outside in the cold.

I tried the back door, but it was locked, so I had to grab the spare key that was always kept underneath my mother's favorite garden gnome. I scoffed, showing the key to Baxter, who tilted his head. "See? They're predictable."

Once I unlocked the door and returned the key to its hiding place, I crept into the kitchen slowly, with Baxter trailing behind me and lazily trudging around. I poked my head into the garage, seeing it bare of any cars, and scoffed, "Nobody's home? They're probably away on business again." I pulled myself back into the house and closed the door.

I started thinking about my little brother Steve. He must have been nineteen, probably off at some fancy university far away from this town. Good for him.

I found my way to my old bedroom, letting Baxter in with promises of bedtime, and closed the door behind me. The room had barely been touched, though my parents were never home enough to care about what had happened. My bed was a mess, my posters were still on the walls, my desk was nearly covered in junk, my old makeup lay on the dresser, and my records were still in a box I had put together.

Sighing happily, I put my backpack on a chair and watched as Baxter jumped onto my bed, making himself as comfortable as possible. I sat on the bed next to my nightstand, which held the phone I had begged my parents to put in for me. I picked it up, hearing the dial tone and beeping as I pressed one of the few numbers I had memorized.

I pressed the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing. Finally, after a few rings, there's a male voice coming from the receiver, "I swear to god, somebody better be dead if you have the bright idea of calling me at three in the fucking morning."

I held back a laugh, "Jim! Hey, it's Y/N,"

I could almost feel his mood lighten, "Y/N? I never thought I'd hear your voice again! How've you been, kid?"

"Could be better. it could be worse. I'm back in town wondering if the pub needs a bartender."

He hummed lightly, "Luckily for you, Paul retired two weeks ago, and I've been having trouble finding decent help. You got any experience bartending?"

I smiled, thankful that he didn't push my return further, "I was a bartender for three years. I kept my nights busy."

"Perfect, you're hired. Can I go back to bed now?"

Giggling, I nodded, knowing he couldn't see me, "Yes, yes, sorry for calling so late. Goodnight, Jim." I placed the phone in the receiver and began stretching, getting myself ready to sleep.

My peace didn't last very long as my door swung open, revealing none other than my little brother, who wasn't so little anymore, welding a baseball bat in his hands. I jumped slightly and held my hands up in surrender, "Whoa, whoa! Steve?"

He stared at me, his features melting into a look of surprise, "Y/N?" He kept the bat high up in the air.

The two of us spoke in unison, "What are you doing here?"

"I asked you first, twerp."

He looked at me with an exasperated expression, "I'm literally the one with the bat."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as the adrenaline died down, "I have an attack dog. Don't make me sick him on you."

He glanced behind me, looking at Baxter; smirking, he just looked back at me as he lowered the bat, "Oh yeah, he's an attack dog alright."

I looked over my shoulder and turned to look at Baxter, who laid there unbothered; passed out nearly dead to the world. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of his upper body, I would have thought he was dead.

"I could be facing an actual murder right now, and you would just be blissfully aware until you woke up to see my dead body."

Steve sighed, "N/N, what happened?"

I turned back to him, "I'm back in Hawkins. Mom and Dad don't need to know. Hopefully, I'll find a place of my own soon. Trust me, you'll barely know I'm here."

He just stared at me, his expression unreadable as he contiplated my words. He grew a lot since I last saw him. His hair was shorter back then. He was shorter. He's no longer the scrawney kid I had to protect in my senior year, when he was merely a freshman.

I probably looked different, too, but in other ways.

"I should probably get some rest, I have an early shift." He awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, kid. We'll talk later, I want to know everything I've missed." I smirked, grabbing the covers and pulling them over my legs, "Hit the lights on the way out?"

He chuckled lightly, nodding, "Yeah, goodnight, Melody." He baked out of the doorframe, flipping the lights off for me before closing the door, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling; which still had the glow in the dark stars on it.

Baxter rolled over a bit, cuddling into my side as we got comfortable in my bed.

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thegirlfromhawkins · 2 years

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Moving In w/ Eddie Munson

Sorry for the lack of posts the last couple days I uhhhh had very good Friday night and let’s just say I now have some inspiration for some fics in the future. Once again thank you for showing support! Requests are open as well! I did just make a masterlist too!

✪ The pure joy this boy feels when you guys have secured your deposit on your new apartment is beyond comprehension

✪ You both had been working so hard to save up money and with Eddie finally graduating and finding a job the reality of waking up next to you everyday was finally coming true

✪ Packing up everything was a whole big ass task and you best believe that Eddie got the Hellfire Club to join in and help

✪ (even Steve came over although he was complaining the whole time about how much shit Eddie had laying around his room)

✪ When the time came to officially move in getting a good nights rest was off the table because of both of your excitement

✪ Loading up his van with the essentials first you made your way to your new place soon to be called home

✪ Eddie insists on bringing the heavy stuff in but your determined self wasn’t gonna sit back and relax

✪ “Woah woah! Babe that box is heavy. Let me get it.”

✪ After proving your strength dragging up the box full of kitchen appliances you wanted to plop down right then and there on the floor

✪ “I told you to let me get it…”

✪ Finishing the first round of boxes to drop off you knew it was going to be a long day

✪ For the second round of things Hellfire had finally showed up at the trailer

✪ (and Steve thanks to Dustin talking him into it)

✪ With a lot more help you were able to move things way faster and in fewer trips

✪ Although there were moments when everyone was getting tired and frustrated once everything was in the apartment it was all worth it

✪ Now with it being nightfall Eddie and you sit on the hand me down couch you managed to get while relaxing for the first time since that morning

✪ Making your bed for the first time together was something so simple but so exciting to Eddie

✪ All he could keep thinking is,’This is ours! Our bed! Our bedroom!’

✪ Total disbelief would follow him for the first few weeks in the apartment

✪ As you both began the unpacking process it led to a whole new excitement

✪ You were both able to mix your personalities and interests with your decor and Eddie putting your cassettes next to mine made his heart ecstatic

✪ Expect to be eating off paper plates during the whole getting settled in process because no way were either of you going to be doing dishes after having to work and unpack

✪ There were a few instances where you guys had a lot of back and forth with where certain things should go but Eddie let you have the final say on almost everything

✪ By almost everything I mean everything but where his baby goes (his guitar)

✪ “Eddie? Come here does this poster look straight?”

✪ “It looks great darling.”

✪ “Mmmm, no it needs to be lower on the right.”

✪ You both had your own designated spaces for your own things not just clothes but he had his own corner in the living room where he kept all his d&d stuff and of course there was a place for his guitar

✪ Like i said you both keep your music together and let’s just say it takes up the majority of the top of the dresser

✪ Actually all of it

✪ Completing the move in process after a month… yes a month shit takes time

✪ You invite Hellfire and your other friends over for a little housewarming party

✪ Everyone has a great time and it’s not hard to see how happy you and Eddie are now being on your own

✪ You did get a few thoughtful gifts from people

✪ Robin gave you a few horror VHS movies to add to your collection by the TV

✪ Dustin gave you both your very own walkie talkie which doesn’t seem all that exciting but he even tried to wrap it up and make it cute for you to open so clearly this boy cares

✪ The long night concludes and there you and Eddie are once again wrapped up in eachother on the couch

✪ Stars are shining through the windows and a dim light is coming from the kitchen

✪ Eddie just takes the moment in feeling you cuddled up in his arms, seeing the new home you’ve made together, and finally feels like his life is truly beginning

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 11 months

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Hey! love your analytical posts! These recent ones... you've really knocked it out of the ballpark! I was wondering whether you'd like to share your take on a few moments in the soc books. Thank you so much:)

How does Kaz know what Inej's tells are? Is it because he "sees everything"? Or maybe because he always looks at her before a fight? What made him look at Inej before the fight with Van Eck?

When Kaz tells Matthias to "watch his tone" with Inej, is it because of her recent injury? Inej doesn't seem surprised by his words, so maybe he's done it before?

If Kaz had known the incinerator shaft was still really hot, would he have still sent her up ("the Wraith can manage it")? Kaz isn't uncaring, especially where Inej is concerned, so why a net for the silos but not a net (or something akin to that) for the incinerator shaft?

Hi, thanks for your question and so sorry I’ve taken so long to answer it!!

On Kaz and Inej’s tells, I definitely think it’s fair to say that he knows hers because he looks at her before the fight; that being his tell. Before the fight on Vellgeluk, Kaz expresses an awareness of this tell and implies that he was trying to stop himself from doing it - “Kaz knew the instant he made his mistake. They’d all known it might come to this. He should have trusted his crew. His eyes should have stayed trained on Van Eck. I est was, in that moment of threat, when he should have thought only of the fight, he looked at Inej.” This is interesting because Inej is entirely unaware of her tell, squaring her shoulders before a move, but Kaz is actively noticing his and condemning himself for it. This probably has a lot to do with Kaz’s self-hatred and his self-destructive nature; if there is any reason to blame himself for something then he finds it, and he takes it out on someone (in this case, Jesper) effectively to jeopardise their relationship as a punishment to himself for ‘failing’. At least that’s how I see it, it’s obviously a very subjective thing and that’s just my interpretation. What I do find particularly interesting, is that Kaz claims no-one notices his real tell because they assume the cane is his tell, revealing an attack against his bad leg to be an easy target, and this is confirmed by Pekka Rollins’ complete failure to acknowledge his tell and/or Kaz and Inej’s feelings towards each other (I’ve talk about that a bit before so I won’t go into major detail), but Van Eck does notice. And not only does he notice the tell, but he immediately recognises what he can do to exploit it - “I wonder what will prove more effective, Ma Ghafa? Torturing Mr Brekker, or making him watch as I torture you” (paraphrasing, I don’t have my Crooked Kingdom on me this second; sorry). I think this is important because this is how Kaz thinks, and there are a couple of parallels between him and Van Eck threaded through the duology as a constant reminder of two things: 1) that Kaz could have been massively successful in Ketterdam as a merchant if only he’d been born rich, meant to highlight the inequity and massive classism of the city/Kerch as a whole, and 2) That Van Eck is just as much a criminal as Kaz or anyone else in the Barrel. He’s Pekka Rollins with a lot more money and a much better reputation, because when you have enough money to outsource you don’t have to get your own hands dirty in the process of scamming people out of their money (secretly bought you jurda farms, kept property off the books, cheated on his taxes, etc), or to buy and se children who are either forced into it or don’t know what they’re signing up for (I’m using his indentured Grisha, the foreign children Inej talks about, and the fact he knows about Vellgeluk as my evidence that he is at the very least wilfully ignorant of a system he’s supporting, and at the worst an active participant in the auction blocks that the other children on the ship with Inej were being taken to or other forms of trading indentures)

When Kaz tells Matthias to watch his tone with Inej, it’s left purposefully ambiguous as to whether his concern is for her or for the general integrity of the group, since this is before the Ice Court Heist and he needs them to trust, or at least co-operate with, each other if he has any hopes of success. I think it’s probably, at least on some level, about both and that could be linked to Inej’s injury - we all know how protective he is of her in the immediate aftermath at the very least. Although I wouldn’t be surprise if he’s defended Inej in this way before, I think it’s also arguable that she has no expectation for the words to be genuinely for her; she always assumes Kaz cares first for the job, second for himself, and third for all others. It’s really only during the Ice Court Heist that she begins to notice the reciprocation of her feelings for him, which is emphasised by her discussion with Jesper in the boat about how uncertain they are that he cares for either of them, and question if it would have killed him to come and see her when she was recovering from the knife wound. We as the readers understand he couldn’t bring himself to see her due to the intensity of his fear and his feelings towards her, but he has thus far given her no reason to think he cares for anyone but himself. Even right before the incinerator shaft climb, she and Jesper express concern to each other that Kaz has set them up somehow and abandoned them to be captured and executed by the Fjerdan guards.

The incinerator is an interesting one, because Kaz never actually mentions the heat. Even when he comments in Inej’s impressive feat afterwards, his exact words are “six storeys in the dark” not ‘six storeys of burning hell in the pitch black with hot coals beneath you’, which is probably how I would’ve categorised the experience. However, having climbed the rope he must have been aware of the heat, so it’s unclear what his real reaction to this is - to be honest I wouldn’t be surprised if her hadn’t noticed at all, since this is in the aftermath of Yellow Protocol being set off by either him or Nina (it’s left ambiguous), him seeing Pekka Rollins, him being chased/attacked by a guard, and him arriving to the others late. I don’t think that any kind of safety feature would have been viable for the incinerator, since they couldn’t have brought anything with them. If they’d known that their clothes would be in the same room then they could have possibly left something with them, but the clothes’ presence was a surprise (“These are our clothes!”) and it would have been nearly impossible to conceal anything or use to her. However, I also think that his insistance on Inej using a net for is important because it’s in the aftermath of him truly coming to terms with his feelings. There’s no denying the way he felt in her absence, the gnawing, empty sensation that came with the fear of losing her, so actually think that his direct quote being something along the lines of “I just spent a lot of time and money on getting my Wraith back, I didn’t do that to lose her again” is a callous way of wording his genuine feelings in this moment. Inej’s refusal to use the net and the restructuring of the plan excluding its presence is also a tension building device, and foreshadows Inej falling from the high wire.

Thank you so much for your question, I am so sorry it’s taken me genuinely forever to answer it!!

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flwrkisses · 2 years

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txt having to say goodbye to their partner before tour.

hello lovelies! with txt is on tour soon i thought this was fitting to post! i'm excited for july since i'm seeing the boys in texas!! yay yay! — anyway this was requested back in march... im so sorry for being inactive. i'm slowly finding inspiration and motivation to write again! if you're going to see the boys live please remember to mask up to protect the boys and everyone around you!

REQUEST: "Heyy, I hope you're having a great day! :) I would like to request: txt when they have to say Goodbye to their s/o as they leave for tour. Thanks in advance!"

GENRE: fluff, established relationship! idol! x reader.

✧*:･ﾟyeonjun

he becomes the poutiest boy at the thought of leaving you. he hasn't left you in so long and in fact, he's gotten so used to sleeping next to you that he was unsure as to how it would work when he was on tour. so, when that dreadful morning finally came, he couldn't help but hold you extra tight and give you a few more lingering kisses before getting up out of bed. he'd remind you he loved you over and over and over again until you grow tired of hearing his whiney voice. you'd have to be strong for him, at least until he closed the door because if you cried he'd probably break and stay there with you. when time called, he'd give you a long hug and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, promising to call you as soon as he lands.

✧*:･ﾟsoobin

i'm convinced soobin wouldn't make a big deal about it in the moment. he got used to seeing you everyday and having you around to cuddle when ever, so he didn't think to realize that he probably wouldn't have you at his side anymore... that is until he walked out of your apartment. he walked to the elevator with his suit cases ready to load them up into the company car when he realizes this feeling of missing something. at first he thought he was over reacting over something he might have forgotten to pack but it soon set in that what he was missing was you. he simply turned around and ran back to your shared apartment only to give you a long hug. he'd try not to make eye contact because the thought of leaving you has finally set in and it made him get teary eyed.

✧*:･ﾟbeomgyu

to be very honest he'd tease you the days leading up to his departure. he'd say things like, "when i leave you'll cry because i'm so amazing." which you wouldn't lie, what he said was partly true. although, when the day did come and he was standing at the door way... one of you found it hard to let go. that someone was him. as much as he teased you about crying and not wanting him to leave, at the end of the day it was him who found it hard to let you go and hold back tears. he kept mumbling into your neck about how much he'd miss you, and how you should come with him even though you both knew it wasn't a possibility. luckly, his manager was able to pry the male off you and get him in the van on time for his flight. as he drove off, he rolled down the window and yelled that he loved you and will be back soon.

✧*:･ﾟtaehyun

we all know taehyun is much more rash and logical about things. he'd be preparing both you and himself for the day he had to go. for weeks he had been making sure you'd be able to do things with out him, like open jars, kill bugs, reach shelves. he wanted to make sure you'd be okay without him, even if he knew deep down you both would be missing each other more than anything. because he worked so hard on softening the blow of losing him for a month when the day came you were surprisingly okay. just excited for him to come back as soon as he could. not gonna lie, taehyun lowkey wanted the water works, but your reaction was good too. he left a kiss on your lips and promised he'd come home safely before going on his way and waving at you before getting in the car.

✧*:･ﾟhueningkai

he is definitely is the type to tell you not to think about it until the day comes. he doesn't want his last couple days with you to be sad so, huening suggests taking one day at a time! when the day does come, kai knows he needs to be strong which isnt hard because he doesnt like showing when he's having a hard time anyway. he'd hug you tightly and probably hold on longer than he should showing you that he is going to miss you. he'd peck your lips and kiss your temple before giving you a smile. even if behind the smile he wanted to die inside being without you he didn't want to worry you. after a string of 'i love you's' he'd hurry down to the car waiting for him.

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