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joelalorian · 6 months

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Fall Into Me - Chapter Three: No Mirror for Monsters

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 4.3k

Chapter Warnings: Mature, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, confusion, and self doubt. Joel goes on a date but not with you. Two idiots falling and pining for each other. Lotta swearing, because, yeah, I like it. Reader has long enough hair for a ponytail and likes comfy clothes. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used by her dad.

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

Thank you for reading this little tale! I did not expect all the love - my heart is fit to burst over all the wonderful comments and reblogs!

Chapter Two | Main Masterlist

“Good morning, Millers!” you greeted as you let yourself into their house the following morning. Nearing late October, it was a beautiful day outside and the crisp morning air made you happy. It would heat up later, but for now you were enjoying the comfort of a beloved hoodie and yoga pants.

“Hi darlin’,” Joel replied with a lot less enthusiasm as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe. Still nursing his first cup of coffee, his sparkling personality hadn’t kicked in yet. “Sarah’s just gettin’ dressed. Want some coffee?”

“Nah, don’t drink the stuff. Smells good, but the taste is just…” You scrunched up your nose, at a loss for the right word to describe how utterly disgusting you found the taste of coffee. You moved through the house to join him in the kitchen.

Turning back to the counter with a chuckle, Joel poured himself another cup and shrugged. “There’s no accounting for taste, I guess. More for me, then.”

“There’s the silver lining!” you teased. “So, you guys have any big plans this weekend?”

“Nah, should be qui—Oh shit, I almost forgot!” Joel closed his eyes, bumping a fist against his forehead. His gaze was shuttered when it met yours again. “Would you mind watching Sarah on Saturday evening?”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t have any plans, so I’m happy to hang with the nugget. You got a hot date or something?” You meant it as a joke, but the way Joel winced clued you in. Your face fell at his next words, and you hoped he didn’t notice.

“Uh, yeah. Tommy set it up.” Joel drained the rest of his cup, tossing it into the sink, and ran an anxious hand through his curls. “First one in a while, ya know.”

No, you didn’t know. But it wasn’t really your business, was it? Sarah’s arrival in the kitchen saved you from having to say anything else as the little girl launched herself at you.

“Hey nugget,” you said, wrapping your arms around her little body as she clung to your waist. Despite your best efforts, your greeting lacked your prior enthusiasm. You could feel the heavy weight of Joel’s gaze on you like a laser, but you refused to look in his direction. “You ready to go?”

“Uh huh, I already ate breakfast,” Sarah said proudly, spinning to hug her father. “Bye Dad, love you.”

You turned away, already heading for the door as Joel pulled her in for a bear hug, feeling your heart constrict at how much they loved each other. You didn’t bother to say goodbye.

Joel had a date.

A date who wasn’t you.

Man, that fucking sucked.

Could you blame the guy, though? He was still young and handsome, hardworking and responsible to a fault. And, most of all, he didn’t know that you harbored growing feelings for him. Nor could he ever find out, you reminded yourself, not when your dad was his best friend.

The ride to drop Sarah off was full of silence, your mind weighed down with thoughts of Joel and the valiant effort of trying to convince yourself to stop thinking about him. Coming out of the fog as you moved up in the school drop-off line, you wished Sarah a good day and watched as she bounced up the steps into the building. You envied that sweet obliviousness of youth.

Driving away from the school, anxiety started to kick in. The thought of going back to your house to sit alone as the four walls closed in on you made your stomach churn. You drove around for an hour, no real destination in mind, and ended up at Peace District Park. With nothing much else to do, you walked the trails of the urban oasis and let nature work its magic in calming your nerves.

It worked.

As you sat on a bench watching songbirds flutter around the flora, you texted one of your best friends from high school who still lived in the area. You needed a girl’s night out.

Distractions were dangerous in his line of work, but Joel struggled to get his mind to focus all morning. He fixated on the way your face fell and your entire demeanor changed when he mentioned the date, like you were disappointed, hurt even. But that couldn’t be, could it?

There was no way you felt something for him. Was there?

Joel went over and over every interaction between you two since the day you met, trying to see if he was reading into things too much. He wasn’t the most observant guy, he knew that well enough, but there were moments when he’d catch you gazing at him with this look of wonder in your eyes… that had to mean something. Right?

Fuck. He was really bad at this stuff. So out of practice and lacking confidence.

Maybe he just imagined it all. Maybe you had something else on your mind and didn’t give a shit about someone like him going on a date.

What could he do about it if you liked him anyway? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So, what did it matter. You were JB’s daughter and Sarah’s babysitter, nothing more and nothing less.

Joel’s mind continued to cycle through the same thoughts all day, until he smashed his thumb with a hammer because he was so distracted. Pissed off and in pain, he called it a day a couple hours early, leaving Tommy in charge of the site. He needed to get home and put some ice on his thumb.

By some cosmic coincidence, he arrived home at the same time as you and Sarah. He couldn’t hide his thumb from your eagle eyes as the three of you entered the house.

“Jesus Christ, Joel!” you hissed, trying not to swear in front of Sarah, your delicate hand already reaching for his larger, dirtier one. “What happened to your thumb?”

“It got in the way of a hammer,” Joel mumbled, doing his best not to wince as you gently prodded at the swollen digit. He also did his best to ignore the softness of your skin and the warmth of your touch on him, wishing you would touch him everywhere. “You don’t have to fuss, darlin’. It just needs some ice.”

“Oh, hush up, you. Go wash your hands then sit down and relax, I’ll get you some ice and aspirin to help with the swelling. You’re lucky it’s not broken!”

“Bossy lil’ thing, aren’t you,” he grumbled, doing exactly as you ordered once his boots were kicked off to the side of the foyer. Sarah nestled against him on the couch once he sat, fussing over his thumb just as much as you did. His lips quirked upwards at the thought that it meant you both cared about him.

You returned minutes later with a bag of frozen peas, two white pills, and a bottle of cold beer in hand. “Take these,” you directed, offering him the pills and beer. Once he swallowed, you placed the bag on his hand, carefully adjusting it to wrap around his thumb. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as you concentrated on not hurting him and he nearly groaned as an ache built up in his belly at the sight.

“Thank you, darlin’,” Joel said, voice deep and husky before clearing his throat. His eyes clocked your movements as you stood up straight and your eyes widened when they met his half-lidded gaze. He catalogued the moment to add to the growing list of moments between the two of you that hinted at something deeper, something more lingering in the air.

You waved off his thanks and headed back to the kitchen, calling over your shoulder, “I’ll make some dinner for your two before I leave.”

He wanted to follow you, to let you know he wanted you to stay for dinner, and maybe watch a movie with him and Sarah afterwards, but Sarah’s sweet little voice distracted him.

“Will you help me with my homework, Daddy?” She peered up at him with eyes that matched his own and his heart swelled with love.

“Of course, my little nugget. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

They worked on math problems until you called them for dinner, Joel relieved at the break. An exceptionally bright girl, Sarah didn’t really need his help, but she enjoyed it when he tried. Math made his head hurt, a headache starting to build between his eyes. The headache grew at the sight of only two plates full of spaghetti on the table.

“You’re not eating?” Sarah’s voice squeaked, making her dissatisfaction clear. Turning to him as you shook your head, she added, “Daddy! Tell her she can stay!”

Joel’s mouth barely opened before snapping shut again. You were already speaking, cutting off whatever he would have said.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, nugget. I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Sarah’s disappointment broke his heart, and Joel felt helpless.

“You sure you can’t stay? I thought maybe we could watch a Disney movie after.” He looked at you with unmasked hope in his eyes. He wanted you to stay even more than his daughter did, but he couldn’t tell you that.

Something flashed in your eyes but disappeared before Joel could figure out what it was. “Sorry, I have plans with a friend and I can’t stay. You two enjoy the movie without me,” you said with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’ll come by at 4:30 tomorrow, okay?”

Joel nodded, cringing at the reminder of his date, and watched you leave with a pang of disappointment rivalling Sarah’s.

Emily never changed. She was still the prettiest girl in the room and funny as hell, lifting your mood just like she did back in high school. The pair of you sat at a swanky bar downtown, catching up like you never missed any time together. You stayed in touch a bit over the years, but the distance and different priorities led to your friendship taking a back seat to everything else. Now that you were back, it was easy to dive right back into that unbreakable bond the two of you always shared and pick up where you left off.

You didn’t realize how much you missed that bond until now.

The bar filled with the typical Friday night after work crowd as the two of you sipped at your drinks and rehashed the past few years. Soon, the conversation moved to your current love life – or, more accurately, your complete lack of one.

“So, you seeing anyone lately?” Emily asked, signaling to the bartender that you were ready for another round. “Last I heard, you were with that dude… what was his name? The one that would gaslight you and always insisted your tears were weaponized when he made you cry.”

“Yeah, Tom. That asshole. I wasted too much time on him not knowing any better, but we broke up about a year and a half ago, thank God.” You cringed at the thought of all the emotional damage you had to overcome after that one. You worked hard on finding yourself again after that disaster. “No, I’m not seeing anyone.”

Ever the receptive one, Emily picked up something in your tone that you couldn’t hide. Tilting her head curiously, clocking your movements with her sharp eyes, she continued, “But there’s someone who caught your eye? Do tell!”

Without hesitation, you launched into a long-winded explanation of how you met Joel and how you’re now a mess over the guy.

“Dad’s best friend, huh? When did you become such a cliché?” Emily teased, her shoulder gently bumping yours. “He sounds dreamy, though!”

“I am not a cliché! We don’t all get to all get to marry our high school sweetheart because we met ‘the one’ when we were 15. Talk about a cliché!” You cackled, drawing the attention of two men in suits a few seats down from you, but you ignored them.

“Alright, alright,” Emily mock surrendered. “Back to dad’s best friend. What is the problem? The JB I remember is a cool guy who wouldn’t have a problem with you dating his friend, not when said friend is only a bit older than you and such a good guy.”

That caught you by surprise. “You really think my dad would be okay with it?”

Emily shrugged. “I mean, I haven’t talked to your dad in years, but I remember him being a pretty reasonable guy and he always wanted the best for you. Why wouldn’t he want you to be with someone responsible and caring like this Joel guy?”

You nodded thoughtfully, your teeth worrying your plump bottom lip. “Even if my dad was cool with it, there’s the fact that Joel is not interested. He’s going on a date tomorrow, for fuck’s sake.”

After a moment of consideration, Emily asked, “Does he do that often? Date, I mean.”

You shook your head, fingers dancing absentmindedly along the edge of the bar. “Apparently not. He said it’s the first one in a long time.”

Emily’s eyes narrowed. “And you don’t find the timing suspicious?”

That caught you off guard, your eyes darting to hers. “Should I?”

Shoulders shrugging beneath long layers of dark hair, Emily hummed. “Maybe? From what you just told me about your interactions, I find it interesting that he’s suddenly going on a date. Makes me think he has feelings and he’s struggling with them just like you are.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” You blew off her observations, you couldn’t afford to start having hope now when he was going on a date tomorrow. Instead, you changed the subject. “So, how are you and Ed doing?”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of conversation and mixed drinks with the occasional interruption from a few brave men hitting on you. It crossed your mind to flirt with one or two of them, but you were having too much fun catching up with Emily and blew each of them off. Before you knew it, the hour was late and Emily’s husband, Ed, picked you both up to make sure you got home safe.

“What the hell am I doing?” Joel asked his reflection as he tried on his fourth shirt from his closet. He wasn’t looking forward to this date at all, his mind a mess between feeling guilty about leaving Sarah, the confusing mix of emotions revolving around you, and his complete lack of confidence.

Torn between trying too hard and not trying at all, he huffed in frustration, ripping the buttons of the shirt open before tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes on his bed.

He had no business going on a date. What had he been thinking when he agreed to go?

Joel slumped onto his bed in defeat, his right fist coming up to bump against his forehead. How could he ever think that going on a date would get his mind off you? Not to mention, he felt like a dick for asking you to watch Sarah while he went on said date.

God, he really wasn’t good with this kind of shit.

A glance at the clock got him moving. You were due to arrive shortly, and he had to pick Annica up for a 5:30 reservation Tommy insisted he make. There was no room to dilly dally.

Another glance through his closet and Joel settled on a blue flannel and dark jeans, paired with newer black boots. Best to just be himself, he thought. Using a bit of gel, he pushed his curls back from his face. His beard was freshly trimmed, and he ran his truck through the car wash earlier in the day.

“That’s as good as it’s gonna get,” he said to his reflection before leaving his bedroom, the doorbell ringing as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Joel opened the door to find you standing there, your feet shifting uncertainly. You looked tired, yet beautiful as always and he gulped. “Hey, why didn’t you just come in? You have a key.”

“Hey Joel,” you greeted with a shrug, your voice quiet. Your eyes scanned from his head down to his feet like you were drinking him in. “Just didn’t feel right, I guess.”

“Ok?” Confused, he waited for you to explain, but you kept your mouth shut. Something was off with you. He wondered if something happened last night – you said you had plans, had it been a date of your own? His heart skipped a beat as he shook his head clear. “Well, come on in. You doin’ alright, darlin’?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed back causing Joel’s brows to pull into a frown as you followed him into the house. “You look nice. Ready for your date?”

Was it just him or did it seem like asking that question pained you? What the fuck was wrong with him? Shaking his head free of thoughts like that, he blushed. “Oh, uh, thanks. As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” After a beat, he added, “I’m kinda nervous, actually.”

Joel watched your eyes soften at that. “You shouldn’t be. Any woman would be lucky to go on a date with you.”

Including you? he wondered. There was a wistfulness to your voice that shattered him, leaving him ready to ditch his date and stay there with you and Sarah. “Hey, I, um—”

“You’re here! Finally! Come on, I want to show you something!” Sarah sprinted into the living room, grabbing your hand, and stealing your attention before Joel could finish his sentence. Maybe that was a good thing. God only knows what was about to come out of his mouth.

“Slow down, nugget! I’m coming,” you laughed as the young girl dragged you toward the stairs. It was the first smile of yours Joel glimpsed since you arrived, and his heart beat heavy in his chest when you turned to speak to him over your shoulder, your broad smile dimming with your next words. “Have fun tonight, Joel. You deserve a nice night out.”

“Thanks, darlin’,” he replied, the words heavy in his mouth. Clearing his throat, he called out, “Be good, Sarah! I ordered pizza for you both, should be here soon.”

“I always am, Dad! Love you!” Sarah yelled down the stairs, her attention already focused on whatever she wanted to show you.

“Love you, too.” Joel continued staring up the stairs long after the two of you were out of sight, a sense of yearning knotted deep in his chest. Forcing himself to look away, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door, once again asking himself why the hell he agreed to this date in the first place.

“Can we go see it tonight? Please?” Sarah gazed up at you with her dark eyes widened like a baby cow and you were powerless. How did Joel ever tell this precious, sweet girl ‘no’? It was impossible.

“Let’s see what the showtimes are first. We can’t be out too late.” Scanning the movie listing Sarah pulled up on her tablet, you found the showtimes for the latest kid friendly adventure movie she wanted to see. “There’s one at 6:30. We can totally do that one and still have you home for bedtime. Sound good?”

“Yes! Can we get popcorn?”

“Of course! No trip to the movies is complete without popcorn.”

The two of you ate some pizza before getting ready to go. You liked getting there early enough to find your seats and see the trailers before the movie started. Texting Joel on your way out the door to let him know you were taking Sarah out, the two of you climbed into your car.

The movie theater was busy as usual for a Saturday evening, but you found a good parking spot beneath a light post not far from the entrance. There were lines for tickets and concessions leaving you relieved at arriving early. With tickets in hand, you led Sarah to the shortest of lines in front of the concessions counter. That’s when you saw them.

A tall blonde with big hair and legs for days, wearing tight fitting jeans like a second skin and yapping away while walking closely with a taller man with broad shoulders and curly, dark hair. The man’s sleeves were rolled up, his left hand placed low on the woman’s back, gently guiding her as she gripped a bucket of popcorn and a fountain drink. Another fountain drink was clutched in the man’s right hand. As if he felt the searing heat of your jealous gaze, the man turned, and your stomach plummeted.

Joel’s dark umber eyes met yours in surprise, his hand dropping from the woman’s back as he watched your face fall. He looked uncertain, like he didn’t know whether to carry on with his date or rush to your side. His eyes darted to find Sarah standing at your side, her focus on the snacks displayed within the glass counter. Forcing a half smile to your face, you dipped your head in greeting and turned to move forward, your attention refocusing as it was your turn to plan an order. All the while, your mind raced with thoughts of Joel and his date. Knowing that he wouldn’t want to introduce his daughter on a first date, you never told Sarah that you saw him.

Handing the bucket of popcorn to Sarah, you said, “Careful now. I’ll grab napkins and carry our drinks.” You led the way past the concessions toward the designated theater, which was, thankfully, on the other side of the building from where Joel and his date had been heading.

You phone buzzed in your pocket once you and Sarah were seated – in the middle of the aisle, at Sarah’s insistence, because you’d have the best view. It was a text from Joel.

JM: Sorry darlin’ just saw your text. Hope you and Sarah enjoy your movie.

Torn between responding or just leaving him on read, you went with a third option and gave his message a thumbs up before shoving the phone deep into your pocket. Minutes later, you relented with a sigh, pulling the phone back out to respond a little kindlier.

You: Thanks. I didn’t know you were taking your date to the movies or we would have gone somewhere else.

Bubbles appeared as he was typing, but you didn’t want to see what else he had to say. Silencing your phone, you shoved it back into your pocket.

You were distracted the entire movie, staring blankly at the large screen as you over-analyzed every detail about Joel’s date. She was closer to his age, maybe even a bit older, with big, perky boobs and a pretty face covered with a thick layer of makeup. Her hairstyle fit the old quote, “the bigger the hair, the closer to God” and likely took her an hour or more to style. She made an effort, that’s what seemed to matter. Meanwhile, you sat in the theater with your hair scraped back into a messy ponytail and wearing worn jeans and a hoodie. You felt like a child compared to Joel’s date.

Part of you wanted to hate her for having all the features that Joel apparently found attractive, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t her fault the man you were pining over wasn’t the least bit interested in you.

Finally, the credits rolled, and you pretended to have paid attention to the movie as you listened to Sarah gushing over it for the entire ride back to the Miller house and in the moments between brushing her teeth and tucking her into bed.

The living room couch was particularly comfortable when you sat on it, your body settling into the pillowy cushions with a sigh as you stretched across it. Staring at the ceiling, eyes blinking tiredly, you wondered when Joel would be home, both eager for and dreading his arrival. Still mortified over nearly crashing his date and self-conscious about not fitting the mold of what he found attractive, you wondered what you’d even say to him when he walked through the door.

The pull of sleep too strong to fight, you submitted to the emotional exhaustion, dozing off until a gentle shake of your shoulder caused you to stir.

“Darlin’, go sleep in the spare room,” Joel murmured as you blinked your eyes open.

It took you a moment to come back to your senses, your body following his orders before your brain kicked back to life. He stepped back as you got up, one strong hand reaching out to hold you steady as you wobbled. You met his eyes as the haze of sleep began to clear. He gazed at you with such a soft look you trembled.

“You okay there?” he asked with a quiet laugh and your eyes flicked down to his mouth, catching the glint of something on his cheek, just above his beard. Focusing on that spot, it became clearer. A very distinct lipstick mark. He wasn’t even bothering to hide it.

Wrenching yourself from his gentle grasp, you slipped on your shoes and pulled your keys from your pocket.

Joel watched your every move, confused and clearly not wanting you to leave. “Hey, where are you going? Just take the spare room. You’re still half asleep.”

Shaking your head, you avoided looking at him. “Nah, Imma head home. G’night Joel, see ya Monday,” you said, turning your back on him as you headed for the door. Unable to help yourself as you wrenched the front door open, you added, “Might wanna go clean your face off.”

“What?” his baffled question echoed behind you as the door closed.

tbc

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fadedin2u · 9 months

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pick up and roll the dice (ch. 1)

read in between the lines, i know you love me…

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Ellie since she moved into your neighborhood in elementary school, and now, you’re sharing a dorm room together at college. What could go wrong when you both start reading between the lines? Based on the song Hold On by The Internet.

word count: 2.5k

content: childhood best friends!au, dealer!ellie, fem!reader, college!au, modern!au, hurt/comfort, ellie’s a little bit of a player, ellie is a simp (not surprising), art major!ellie, kinda slow burn??

warnings: sexual harassment (mentioned), drug usage (weed), lots of cursing (what do you expect), men (mentioned), expect nsfw chapters in the future so MDNI 18+

notes: this is my first fic i’ve written for tlou, and it’s about damn time bc i’ve been lurking in the ellie williams x reader tags for months lmao, hope you enjoy! next chapter should be out by the end of the weekend! reblogs/likes are much appreciated :) let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

You’re welcomed into your dorm room by the smell of pot smoke. You walk in, already in a foul mood, shaking with adrenaline and anxiety. You drop your bag on the floor and kick off your shoes.

Ellie, your roommate and close friend since childhood, is sitting on her twin bed, leaning out the window as she smokes a joint. She’s dressed casually in a pair of old sweatpants and a t-shirt, her auburn hair haphazardly thrown up into a half-bun, most strands too short to all be gathered into a single bun. When she catches sight of you, she immediately can tell something is up.

“You okay?” Ellie asks, tapping the ash from her joint out the window.

You walk over to Ellie’s bed and melodramatically collapse face-first with a “Hmmph.”

“I’m dropping out.” You deadpan, your voice muffled by Ellie’s duvet.

Ellie takes a long drag from her joint and exhales a puff of smoke before turning to you, her eyebrows raised. “Huh? What?”

She sits up, holding the joint between her fingers before she gestures for you to clarify.

“You can’t drop out. What’re you gonna do all day? Sit around and eat Oreos?”

You stay face-planted onto Ellie’s bed.

“Yup. And I’ll be lazy and happy.” You say.

It takes every ounce of self-restraint inside of Ellie to not shove you off of her bed right this second. Instead, she leans forward and nudges your shoulder with her knee.

"Babe. Honey. Sweetie. Angel-Face. Get up. You sound like a dumbass right now.”

You roll over, and Ellie notices that your eyes are red and puffy, clearly having cried before coming back to the dorm.

“Hey! I’m having a crisis!” You exclaim, folding your arms over your chest.

Ellie’s face softens and her eyebrows furrow, concerned. “Hey… What’s going on? Want some of this?” She offers the joint to you.

You take it gratefully, taking a long drag. You shake her head, looking down at your miniskirt. “I really need to stop wearing this skirt in public… When I was walking back here, two dudes started following me and saying weird, gross shit. I tried telling them off, but I must have looked so pathetic that they just laughed… They followed me almost the whole way here.”

You pass the joint back to Ellie, saying sarcastically, “So, yes. In conclusion, I’m dropping out.”

Ellie is stunned silent. Her high buzz instantly fades and she reaches out to put a comforting hand on your shoulder. Ellie doesn't say anything at first, but she looks down at you with a worried expression on her face.

She puts out her half-finished joint, and scoots forward on the bed towards you. Her expression is stern and angry, and she seems utterly furious on your behalf.

“Did those fucking pieces of shit touch you? Did you call the cops?”

As she’s speaking, Ellie’s entire demeanor changes, and it’s obvious how upset these men made her. Ellie always seems to have a lot of rage built-up inside of her, but it’s amplified now.

You bite your lip, looking down.

“They didn’t touch me… I didn’t call the cops. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I should have called someone, but I was so freaked out, and… I’m sorry, Els.” You say quietly.

Ellie grabs your arm and pulls you towards her.

"It's okay, babe. It's not your fault."

Ellie leans forward to hug you tightly, rubbing your back.

"Those dickwipes should have never said anything to you. Let alone touched you. If they ever do that again, you tell me, and I'll take care of it."

Ellie takes a deep breath and sighs. She leans back against the wall and pulls you with her, keeping you close. You allow yourself to be pulled into Ellie’s hold, grateful, and you feel tears press at the back of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t want to cry again.” You say, hiding your face in Ellie’s shoulder.

Ellie wraps her arms around you tighter, comforting you.

"Hey. It's alright to cry. Let it all out." She murmurs soothingly. "Don't be ashamed. You were just fucking harassed."

She holds you, continuing to rub your back and kissing the top of your head. Ellie feels sick at the thought of you hurting or struggling alone.

You sniffle as a few tears run down your cheeks, still hiding your face in Ellie’s shoulder.

“I just don’t understand what I can possibly do in those situations. And I feel like they happen all the fucking time.”

You wipe your face, “Like fucking yesterday! When I got catcalled at 8AM by the construction workers working on the new science building, and I was just trying to get to class!”

You shake your head, “I just feel so helpless in those situations, because they don’t even see me as a real person.”

"Well, you gotta make them see you as a force to be reckoned with." Ellie says, her voice stern.

She pauses, and lets out an exhale.

"These guys obviously aren't going to stop catcalling and harassing women, so either we ignore the comments, or we learn how to respond. It's a fucking shame that it has to be this way but..."

Ellie sighs and leans back. She rubs your shoulder with one hand, and her other hand gently rests on your thigh.

You feel your cheeks go hot, hyper-focused on Ellie’s hand on your leg.

“But, Els… I can’t fight for shit. There’s no way those guys could ever be intimidated by me the way you can intimidate them.”

You wipe your face, embarrassed by your tears. “Like, how could they possibly see me as anything other than a ‘slut who’s asking for it’, if I recall what they wouldn’t stop saying to me correctly.” You say, quoting the men who followed you home.

Ellie leans in a little closer and rests her head on your shoulder.

"I think that my girl can kick ass and dish it out as good as she takes it." Ellie's expression looks serious, and she gently squeezes your thigh as she speaks.

"Like, have you ever seen those videos on Instagram where girls absolutely own some big dudes? That'll be you, dude. Trust me, I know exactly what you're capable of. You just gotta learn how to take up space."

You laugh a little, wiping your face again.

“Is this you telling me that I need to take a boxing class?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Ellie chuckles, and smiles as she squeezes your leg again.

"Hell yeah. Take a boxing class. I wanna see you punch a fuckin' guy's lights out the next time he wants to harass you."

Ellie pauses and takes a deep breath.

"If you're worried about money for lessons or fuck-all, you know I got your back, right?" Ellie says earnestly. "And if there's any guy who's giving you problems, just say the fucking word and I'll kick their ass for you."

You laugh again, sniffling as you hug Ellie.

“My knight in shining armor.” You joke.

You pull back, taking a breath. “Thank you though, seriously. Today was just an overall shitty day, and I’m just glad that I get to come back to our dorm and be with my best friend.”

"Anytime." Ellie's expression is soft as she smiles at you.

Ellie glances at the joint on her bedside table, and glances back at you.

"Wanna hit that? Or are you tapped-out?"

You go to pick up the joint, and use Ellie’s lighter to re-light it.

“Me? Tapping out? Please-“ You say as you smile at Ellie, taking a drag.

Ellie chuckles, watching you with a fond smile.

You pass the joint to Ellie. “Besides, I’m chilling the fuck out tonight. Today was garbage, and I don’t want to keep thinking about anything.”

Ellie chuckles and shakes her head as she takes the joint.

"I feel so bad that you had such a fucking awful day. I know you've been going through some stuff recently, so today was the absolute last thing you needed."

Ellie inhales a long drag, and looks down at you.

"Can I ask you something, though?"

You nod, “Yeah, what’s up?”

You take the joint, hit it, and pass it back to Ellie.

Ellie takes another inhale and holds the smoke in for a moment.

"Do you ever just... like... hate men?" she looks at you. "I mean, you know... with everything you experience, and the guys you described today. Like, you ever just look at a guy, and immediately start hating him?"

Ellie pauses, taking another hit, "I mean, it's all I can think about, half the time, and I just... I can't fucking stand them most of the time."

You sigh, taking a hit from the joint and nodding.

“Yeah. I wish I didn’t. I wish that most men didn’t act the way they do, but they do. It’s kinda hard not to hate people who objectify and demean you every day of your life just for existing.”

Ellie pauses before speaking, "Do you think that Joel might ever be like that? I mean, I don't think so. He's a good guy and all. Just... you never know."

Ellie pauses and sighs. She's obviously been worrying about this for a while.

"Am I being dumb? Am I being stupid for thinking like that? I don't know. I just… I'm worried that, one day, people I love like Jesse and my dad are going to turn out to be a couple of fucking perverts."

You pause, having known Joel for years, taking a hit from the joint.

“I- I don’t know. I think they’re good people, especially Joel, but you never really know, until they slip up,” You say.

You squeeze Ellie’s shoulder, “I do really think that Joel is one of my favorite people I’ve gotten the chance to know, and I have crazy high standards for men. Your dad would never do anything to hurt you, and I don’t think he’d do anything to any one else either.”

You pass the joint to Ellie.

Ellie takes the joint and inhales, then passes it back to you.

"Yeah, you're right. You're totally right, and I know that. It's just hard, because I have such a negative image of guys right now, but you're right."

Ellie leans back and relaxes, "I just feel like I've been having some trust issues lately, and it sucks, and I've been… paranoid about people."

She pauses, and her voice starts to falter. "I just don't want to be let down like I have, you know?”

You nudge Ellie’s leg with your knee, “Hey. I won’t let you down. Or, at least, I’ll always try to not let you down, no matter what.”

You smile at Ellie, “We’re a team. Always have been, always will be.”

Ellie's eyes light up, “That's right. We will always have each other's backs. We’re always going to be there for each other."

Ellie takes a hit from the joint, and leans back. "I love you, you know that? Even though I've been a total bitch, these last few weeks… I need you more than you could possibly know."

Ellie pauses and looks down at you. "You are, without a doubt, the best friend I've ever had in my whole life."

You take the joint from Ellie, hitting it with a smile on your face as you internally curse yourself for getting flustered. Your head feels fuzzy from the weed.

“The feeling is mutual.” You say, passing Ellie the joint.

“I never got to ask, by the way, but how was your date with that girl… Kaylee? Karlie?” You ask to change the subject, trying to remember the name of Ellie’s latest of many campus flings.

Ellie laughs, "It's Kylie." she corrects, smirking and nudging your thigh.

"The date was a fun distraction, even though Kylie is a complete airhead. And, uh..." Ellie pauses, her face warming with embarrassment.

"...she tried to kiss me, and I completely froze.”

Ellie takes a hit and shakes her head, "I can't believe that I turned her down! She's cute and a fuckin’ cheerleader. I should have gone for it, I probably ruined my chances with her."

You laugh a little, pushing down the spikes of jealousy piercing your chest.

“Ellie Williams froze when a girl tried to kiss her?” You tease, knowing that Ellie is normally fairly bold.

“What happened? Were you too nervous or something?” You ask, taking a hit from the joint and passing it back to Ellie.

Ellie's face is a mix of embarrassment and frustration as you tease her. Ellie pauses, thinking.

"...Well, I froze because... I… I don't know. She seemed like a nice girl, but she's so... shallow."

Ellie sighs, taking a hit from the joint, and leans back.

"I'm a horrible dater, I know. I just have such a hard time connecting with people, I don't know."

You frown, “Hey. Don’t beat yourself up. She just doesn’t sound like the right girl, and that’s totally fine. You don’t need to get mad at yourself for not having an instant connection with a girl just because she’s hot.”

You pass the joint to Ellie, “Okay, you have the rest.”

Ellie smiles at you as she takes a hit and holds it in.

Ellie lets it out and shakes her head. "...Yeah, you're right. I just think I'm just trying so hard to find a connection with someone, y'know?"

"It's just hard to really trust someone new… I've been hurt by a lot of people in my life, and the last thing I want is to get hurt again." Ellie explains, her freckled cheeks rosy.

You sigh, “It is really scary to be vulnerable like that with people, I… I really fucking get that.”

You play with the hem of your skirt as you talk, “But there are people who are good, and trustworthy, and won’t leave you in the dust. I mean, you’re proof of that for me.”

Ellie's expression softens as she looks over at you

"I guess we are really similar in that way. We're both traumatized, we're both paranoid, and we're both distrustful. Fuck, who could blame us?" Ellie says with a shrug.

Ellie pauses, "I'm just glad I have you. You're the only people who I think I can really be myself around. Everyone else can fuck off. But not you."

Your stoned, hazy mind is thankfully quiet as you lean against Ellie, the two of you sat side-by-side on her bed.

Ellie’s cheeks get more pink as you do, her eyes half-lidded and red as she pulls you into her.

“Just… Relax. You really fucking deserve it.” Ellie says softly, her voice low and raspy from the smoke.

You nuzzle your face into her shirt, closing your eyes as you melt into her, and everything is good.

Ellie looks down at you, her pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. She looks back up at the ceiling, clenching her eyes shut as she thinks, I’m fucked.

chapter 2

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jackhues · 8 months

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in love love - alex lyon

notes: this is part of @wyattjohnston's winter fic exchange, and written for the amazing @2manytabsopen !! this is my first time writing for alex and honestly first time writing in a while, but i had lots of fun with this and i really hope you like it <33

summary: 3 times the world realized alex was in love with you + the 1 time you realized it

word count: 2.7k

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you and alex had known each other your whole lives. as long as you could remember, it was you and him. sure, you both had friends that came and went, but at the end of it all, it was the two of you who made it through.

you made it through your elementary years, all the way to college, and now even beyond. despite graduating early, alex was still in contact with many of the friends you both made in university. it was a good thing too, because you could just go together to all the events you were invited to.

“i don’t know what i was thinking, making so many friends,” you muttered to yourself, nursing your drink.

it was late at night, and you were no longer the same person you’d been at college. instead of pulling all-nighters and partying with the crowd, you wanted to be in bed once it was dark.

“are you tired?” alex turned to face you. “we can go home if you want.”

“that’s okay,” you smiled tiredly at the tall boy. “it’s not like we get to meet up with them often. it’s been a long time since we were all out. we can stay.”

“you sure, love?” he asked, eyebrows knit in concern. “you look ready to drop.”

“i’m fine,” you promised. at his unconvinced look, you continued, “really, i’m okay. i think i just need another drink.”

“i’ll get you one,” he offered immediately, heading up to the counter to get your drink.

unbeknownst to you, some of your college friends were giggling to each other, wondering if the two of you were finally together.

“i mean, they have to be, right?” one of them whispered. “they’ve both got heart eyes for each other.”

“alex isn’t even trying to hide it,” another one laughed a little. “good for them, i guess. i always knew he liked her.”

you smiled once alex returned with your favourite drink, handing it to you.

“a special drink, for a special lady,” he grinned.

“thank you,” you took it from him, taking a sip.

indeed, all you needed was a little something in your system to get you going. you took alex’s hand, leading him to the dance floor where you ended up spending most of the night.

after some time, alex broke away from you, drifting to the edge of the dance floor and allowing himself a moment to admire you.

“so? you two finally together, huh?” one of alex’s old teammate’s wiggled his brows, sliding up next to the goalie.

“what? me and y/n? no — no, we’re just friends,” alex insisted.

“oh, really?” he asked, looking between the two of you. “i guess i haven’t seen you guys in so long, i forgot how close you were.”

alex nodded, despite the lump in his throat, before excusing himself to get some air.

your friends exchanged glances at that interaction — at alex running away, and at you now dancing with another friend, clueless to it all.

“well shit,” one of them muttered. “he’s in love with her, and he knows it.”

“but does she?”

ii.

“here, let me get that for you.”

“thank you,” you smiled as alex took the plates from your hands, placing them in the sink.

you were at a family friends house, inviting alex along to celebrate with them. since most of your family lived further away, you often celebrated the holidays and other events with them. alex was someone you’d known your entire life, and by extension, your family and family friends knew about him too.

after years of trying to convince you to bring him along to one of these gatherings, you finally caved in. it wasn’t that you were embarrassed of alex. if anything, you were a little embarrassed of your family friends.

not in a bad way. they were just loud and talkative and much more rowdy than alex’s family. you were worried how well he’d fit in if he came along.

so far, he had proved you wrong, getting along with absolutely everyone there. the younger kids kept trying to steal him to play games, the older aunts and uncles doted on him — everyone loved him.

you took the broom out, getting ready to sweep around the house a little. everyone was busy cleaning up after themselves or gossipping with each other. might as well make yourself useful.

“here, let me do that,” alex appeared next to you, reaching for the broom.

“it’s alright, i got it,” you assured him. “besides, you’re the guest. go sit and talk with the older people. i’ve got this.”

“y/n,” he said your name in a strict tone. “give me the broom, i’ll sweep up around here. you’ve been on your feet all day, take a seat and let me do this.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, realizing he wasn’t going to budge. “okay, go grab the dustpan. i’ll sweep, you collect it, okay?”

alex sighed, “all right, fine. but you’re sitting down and hanging out with everyone after this. no more work for you.”

“alex, that’s not how it works—”

“if someone needs you to do a chore, i’ll step in,” he said in a strict tone. he softened his voice, “you did a lot today, okay? i can do a little bit of work around here too. i’m not entirely useless, you know?”

you laughed a little, “i can think of multiple instances where you were entirely useless.”

“right now,” alex amended. “i know how to sweep and do the dishes and stuff. i couldn’t help you out in the morning, but i can now. so let me, please.”

“okay, okay,” you raised your hands in surrender. “i’ll sweep and then take a seat. happy?”

“very,” he grinned, happy that he’d finally won this argument.

behind you, one of your cousins shared a look with their sibling, wondering if anyone else just saw what happened.

“that’s so weird,” one of them whispered.

“i wonder how long it’ll take for them to get married,” another thought aloud.

“oh, he’s in love love,” another one muttered.

they looked at you, sweeping the floor with a little smile on your face, and behind you, alex watching you with the same smile on his face. it was so painfully obvious, just by the way he watched you.

“i hope she realizes it soon.”

iii.

“come on, come on, come on,” you grabbed alex’s hand, pulling him along.

there was a new cafe that opened down the street, and based on the reviews, it had some really nice hot chocolate. alex was the one who’d found their page on instagram, forwarding the message to you.

so of course, you dragged him along for your first visit.

the interior of the cafe was chic, with a checkerboard floor and a cozy interior. you immediately claimed one of the couches at the store, scanning the qr code for the menu.

before you even opened it up, alex spoke, “you’re getting a hot chocolate?”

“i didn’t even look at the menu yet,” you rolled your eyes.

“yeah, but it’s why you came here, right?” he asked. “to try their french hot chocolate?”

you opened your mouth to argue, but simply sighed. “yeah, that’s why i came here.”

“that’s what i thought,” a satisfied smirk appeared on alex’s face. “so, one french hot chocolate for you, and one cinnamon hot chocolate for me.”

you gave him a thumbs up in approval, letting him place the order at the counter while you saved your seats. you pulled out your phone, scrolling a little as you waited for alex to return.

near your seat, an older woman smiled to herself, waving to her own husband at the counter giving their order. she remembered their earlier days together, when her husband first learned her order and immediately went to the counter. it might be a really small thing to someone else, but she’d associated that act with his love for her. she wondered if one day you’d do the same thing with alex.

“i’m back,” alex announced his return as he took a seat next to you.

“yes, i can see that,” you replied.

he flicked your forehead, “congrats, you have eyes.”

“you’re such a child,” you laughed.

“you’re just jealous because you’ll be old and wrinkly while i stay young and hot.”

the two of you kept it together for three seconds, before bursting out into laughter.

your waitress smiled to herself, placing your drinks on the table in front of you. the cafe was new and it didn’t get many customers yet. seeing you two in here laughing loudly warmed her heart.

she wished she’d get to experience that kind of love one day, with someone who looked at her the way alex looked at you. as if he’d seen the entire world and decided you were his favourite thing in it.

“enjoy your drinks,” she smiled at you two, heading back.

“thank you,” you smiled at her, reaching for your hot chocolate.

you smiled at the sight of how delicious the hot chocolate looked, reaching towards it as if it were gold. to you, it might’ve been.

the second you took that first sip, you sighed in content, melting back into the couch and closing your eyes.

“so, it’s delicious?” alex asked, taking a sip of his own. he blinked in surprise, “okay, wow. this is pretty good. you know, y/n, i think you were onto something when you fell into that hot chocolate obsession.”

“i’m always right,” you grinned, turning your head to look at him.

alex caught his breath at the sight of you. after all these years, and you still managed to make him speechless with just a look.

“always,” he merely agreed.

you smiled triumphantly, going back to your drink. around you, the people whispered — they always whispered the same thing, but you never heard it.

“they’re so cute,” one person would whisper.

“oh, he’s so in love with her,” another would say.

“too bad she doesn’t even know it,” one would sigh.

“she knows it, she just doesn’t realize it,” another would respond. “she doesn’t even realize how in love she is with him.”

and alex would hear it all, and he’d keep his mouth shut. because whether you knew or whether you didn’t wasn’t the question.

the question was whether you’d do anything once you did realize.

iv.

you looked at your caller i.d., trying not to cry at the sight of alex’s face.

even though you saw him a day ago, the sight of him was so comforting to you. especially after the shit day that you were having at work.

“hello,” you answered, wanting nothing more than to hear his voice on the other end of the line.

“hey — wait, what’s wrong?” he asked. you could imagine the furrow in his brow, the exact face he was making as he continued. “are you crying? y/n, are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you promised, taking a deep breath. “it’s just — it’s been a long day alex. i’m happy you called, i needed to hear your voice.”

“anytime,” alex responded immediately. “i’m always here for you, you know?”

“i know,” you smiled to yourself, because he was. “what’s up with you though? why’d you call?”

“i was just calling because i was bored,” he responded a little sheepishly. “i wanted to bother you a bit.”

“instead you’re comforting me,” you laughed a little.

“it’s an honour to do so,” he responded, followed by a small thwack sound. you laughed, imagining him pounding his chest to play the part, even though you couldn’t even see him.

the two of you continued talking for a bit, until you finally ended the call. you took a deep breath, looking at the time on your phone. two more hours, and then you were free.

you locked the door behind you, placing your bag and keys down.

you were finally home, and ready to put this long day behind you. except now that you were inside, you could hear some noise from somewhere in your house. music was playing softly and a familiar voice was singing along. the smell of something baking made its way to you — banana bread, you thought happily. after a long day, you needed something like that to cheer you up.

you followed the source of the noise, stopping at the sight of alex in the kitchen making banana bread and singing along to the song. you watched him for a minute, smiling to yourself as he spun around and put on a little show.

when the song ended, you clapped, laughing as alex jumped at the sudden noise.

“bravo, that was beautiful!” you cheered. “encore, encore, encore!”

“ah, as much as ii would love to do so for my wonderful fans, the banana bread i am baking for a very wonderful woman will burn if i don’t take it out now,” he spoke in a posh accent before reaching into the oven, pulling the tray out and setting it to cool.

you looked around at the kitchen, noticing for the first time how spotless it was. you’d left some dishes this morning because you were in a rush, and you were pretty sure you made a mess last night while cooking dinner. you were normally pretty clean, but you were just in a lazy mood these past few days.

“did you clean the kitchen?” you asked alex.

he looked up at you, shrugging to himself, “yeah. when you said you had a bad day, i wanted to make you feel a little bit better. so i came over, cleaned a bit, and cooked.”

“thank you,” you whispered, your heart heavy with too many unspoken emotions.

“you’d do the same for me,” alex shrugged.

it was true. you had done and would continue to do the same thing for him. people often thought you two were just friends, but you were so much more than that. you were everything for the other. alex was the one you’d run to when you got good news or bad news. you were the one alex would find for comfort or to share his joy.

you never questioned it, but you finally realized that somewhere along the way, with the jokes and the laughter and the unbreakable friendship, love had also blossomed.

“y/n?” alex called your name. “are you okay?”

you blinked up at him, realizing that you’d basically zoned out in the middle of the kitchen. lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t know how to reply.

and so you blurted out, “are you in love with me?”

alex froze, staring at you for long enough that you began to wonder if you wildly miscalculated. maybe those lingering gazes and longer than necessary hugs were something you imagined. maybe you two were just friends in his eyes.

“and if i was?” he asked, he met your eyes, not a hint of hesitation in them. “if i was in love with you for as long as i could remember, longer than i even knew what the word meant? that i’ve been waiting for you to notice for years now? what would you say?”

you looked at him, trying to tell if he was joking. it didn’t look like he was.

“i’d say why didn’t you tell me years ago?” you responded honestly. “that way, we’d already be past then. and then… and then i’d tell you to kiss me already because i’ve been in love with you for a long time too.”

alex stared at you, trying to figure out if you’d actually just said that. you hear practically the gears turning in his head, you could imagine the questions he was asking himself.

“it’s not a dream,” you smiled, answering his biggest one.

“oh thank god,” he muttered to himself, reaching you in two long strides.

you gasped as his hands grabbed your waist, your own arms reaching up to grab his shirt. without a moment of hesitation, alex leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss just as sweet as the confession.

oh, he’s in love, you thought to yourself with a little smile.

it’s okay, because so were you.

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callhermyname · 2 months

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you're not going | eddie munson x reader, pt. 1

summary: basically the same plot of s4 ep.1; you see Eddie and Chrissy at the picnic table and get the wrong idea.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: MDNI!!; reader is bisexual; tiny bit of fluff, but mostly angst; Robin being the ADHD poster girl she is; crying, mentions of blood, assault, child abuse; THIS IS A STRANGER THINGS S4 REWRITE, I DID NOT CAME UP WITH THE STORYLINE!! let me know if i missed something.

a/n: this is part 1 of my stranger things s4 rewrite, so if you want to read more, you can help me by liking and rebloging this post, following my blog and telling me if you like it! If you haven't read the prologue, you can read it here. also, excuse any grammar errors, english is not my first language.

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You've all been through a lot. After Will went missing, a couple weeks after you met Eddie, your life has never been the same, and probably will never be. Your first year at Hawkins High was hard after all the shit that went down, and you were closer to the other teens and the kids now, but you really wished you could talk to Eddie about it. You felt like he would understand.

The year after that was a little better, all things considered. After Nancy dumped Steve and he and Dustin became… friends (i guess?), you and Steve got really close too, so no one dared to talk shit about you like they used to — they knew better than to upset the girl Steve Harrington treated as a sister. When Steve and Robin started working together, the three of you became peas in a pod (especially after Robin ended up learning about the upside down and El and all that). She was your best friend, someone you could talk to about anything, and she could talk to you about anything too. When she came out to you, you felt like you could also come out to her (as bissexual) and with that you, her and Steve became best totally platonic friends.

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"Dustin, for fucks sake, Steve has been honking outside for 10 minutes, we're gonna be late, what the fuck are you doing in there?" you banged at your cousin's bedroom door.

"Don't come in! I'm naked!" he yells back.

"You know what? We're not doing this again, I'm not losing my ride because of you, you can bike to school." you grabbed your backpack and headed out the door.

Swearing at Dustin under your breath, you make your way to the backseat of Steve's car.

"What took you so long?" Steve looked back at you "Wait, where's the little butthead?"

"He's probably talking to his girlfriend, I don't care. If he's gonna be late, he can be late. I'm not losing my ride."

"Looks like someone's in a mood today huh?" Robin teased you as Steve started the car.

"Nah, the little shit might get on my nerves but you two always end up cheering me up. Unless Steve starts talking about whatever girl he's taking out this weekend, then I'd rather just eat a handful of broken glass."

"Oh my god, that's EXACTLY what he's been doing since I got in the goddamn car!" Robin turns back to look at you, holding her hands up to her ears "If i have to listen to him talk about having sex with Linda for one more second i swear to god-"

"Heidi! I was talking about Heidi! How can you complain about me talking about something you're not even listening to?"

You just can't help but laugh at them arguing like an old married couple. You love them so much it almost hurts.

"At least I'm actually doing something with my dating life, unlike the both of you." he said in a sarcastic tone.

For the next five minutes he and Robin went back and forth about how she can't just ask Vicky out and how she definitely should ask Vicky out because of the whole "people who like boobies" thing. You space out for a second and snap your head as you hear Eddie's name.

"What about Eddie?" you ask, trying to get back to the conversation.

"See?" Robin snaps "One second she's totally inside her own little head and as soon as someone mentions him she starts paying attention. How does that not qualify as having the most heart-wrecking massive crush on someone?"

"Shut up!" you bite back, trying to defend yourself, but obviously failing, because she was right.

"Ladies, ladies! Calm down, there's no reason to get feisty. You're BOTH chickening out, not asking Vicky and Eddie out. Though I actually see where Robin"s coming from."

"Steve, c'mon-" you try yet again to tell him you're not chickening out, but he doesn't want to hear it again.

"No! Look, you listen to me, how on earth do you manage to take down three military trained Russians and still be afraid to ask him out?"

"It's not that simple!" you frown, now starting to feel like a little girl pouting over your parents giving you a lecture.

"Yeah, sure," Robin snorts "you only hang out alone with him pretty much every day to help him study so he can finally graduate"

"You know what?" you snap at them "I don't have to justify my non-existent love life to either one of you. I'm just gonna keep pretending I don't have feelings for him. Who knows, maybe he'll ask me out? That's a possibility!"

"Okay, okay. We'll drop it." Steve says, lifting his hands from the wheel for a second, in surrender.

"We just care about you, babe" Robin follows his lead "You know that, right?"

"I do."

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You and Robin sit at your regular cafeteria table, a couple tables away from the designated Hellfire Club table, where Eddie is yelling at Dustin and Mike about something, making it a little hard to listen to what Robin is talking to you about.

"Seriously, I'm really worried about Max. I mean, we all know she's been depressed since Billy… y'know. But she was way off today at the pep rally, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess" Max was to you what Dustin was to Steve, something between a friend and the little sister you never had. "I've been begging her to talk to me, to tell me if there's something I can do, but she just won't-"

You lose your train of thought when you see Eddie climb up the table, walk across it, jump off it and yell nonsense around the cafeteria.

"God, he's really worked up today, huh?" Robin says, turning her head back to look at Eddie's little scene.

"I wonder what Dustin and Mike were talking to him about. He threw at least five mini pretzels at each one of them while he was yapping about something." you chuckle and roll your eyes when he catches you looking at his performance and gives you a smile and a quick wink. "He's kinda funny when he gets mad at them."

"Funny. Right." Robin turns her head back to look at you. "You obviously think he's just funny, not cute or anything else."

"Dude, you said you'd drop it!"

"I'm sorry!" she giggles "It's just hilarious when your cheeks turn all red just because he smiled at you. You look so silly!"

You watch as Eddie pulls Dustin and Mike by the collar of their Hellfire shirts and pushes them away from the table, both of them running off the cafeteria like they're in a rush. Eddie turns around and walks towards you.

"Okay, now shut the fuck up. He's coming our way."

Eddie heads towards you with slow dramatic steps, leaning over and resting his elbows on the end of the table, an evil grin on his face.

"Hey ladies. Whatcha talkin 'bout?"

"Nothing much," you turn to face him, now with a playful little smirk of your own. "just watching you make a fool of yourself yet again. Quite the show you got going on there."

He gasps, spreading his palm over his chest, like he's offended by you calling him a fool.

"A fool? How dare you. And yes, thank you for recognizing my performing talents. It is one of my many gifts, as you know."

"Sure do", you remember the days long D&D sessions you attended when you used to be a part of the Hellfire Club. His theatrics flooding the room as he masters his most diabolical campaigns, standing up on his wooden carved throne and emphatically yelling the lines he'd written and planned for weeks, his voice echoing the drama club room, his eyes round and wide sparkling at the dim light as he smiles with pride over one of the only things he actually felt like he was good at.

"We miss you at the club, y'know?" his voice snaps you out of your trance. He sounds almost sad.

"Yeah, I miss you guys too. But you know, I really needed the job at Family Video." Now you sound sad too. "It's a shame my shifts are not scheduled as Robin and Steve's. Can't even make plans without risking the odds of a last minute shift."

"Study sesh still up today after class right?" he quirks a brow.

"Sure!" you try not to sound too excited, but judging by the look Robin gives you, it seems like you failed.

"Great! It's a date then." he flashes you a big smile, giving you a quick kiss at the top of your head. "Thanks sweetheart, you're the best. See ya later!"

With that, he turns around to get back to the Hellfire table. Robin looks at you with something that looks a lot like pity in her eyes. "Ouch. That 's gotta hurt."

"A little." you shrug. "But it's okay, I guess. Better than not having him around."

"Oh, for the love of GOD, just ask him out already!" she says, a little too loud.

"Sure. When you ask Vicky."

"Hm. Touché, I guess."

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You were walking out the door, headed to your and Eddie's usual study session spot at the picnic table in the woods, when Dustin and Mike approached you.

"What are you doing tonight?" Dustin asked.

"Uh… I don't know, maybe watching the game? Robin is playing with the band and Steve is taking his date, so I'll probably just tag along with them after we get off work. Why?"

"We need a sub for Lucas at the end of Eddie's campaign tonight." Mike explained. "Can you come?"

"Pleeeeeease?" Dustin begged, before you could even think about the question. "I'll clean your room for the whole spring break!"

"Dustin, you don't even clean your room. My room is always tidy, there's no way you can make it cleaner than it already is."

"I'll do the dishes everytime my mom asks you to do it! I'll clean the cat's litter box! You name it, I'll do it. Just… please?"

You couldn't help but laugh. Dustin was offering to do all those things for you, when you'd actually join them for free. Getting to hang out with Eddie was already enough to get you to agree to fill in for Lucas, but the extra bribe from your cousin sure was welcome.

"Okay, fine. But hey, no telling your mom about our deal okay? You know she does not like it when you take care of any of the cat related chores. She knows the cat's terrified of you."

"Deal!" he jumped up and down like an excited little kid. "Thank you thank you thank youuuu!", his voice slowly faded away while he ran to wherever else he was going to now, Mike following shortly after him.

You made your way through the woods, even though you knew you were a little early. You always liked to be at the picnic table a little before Eddie, to set up your textbooks and make a checklist of all the topics you'd be helping him with that day. You wouldn't consider yourself very smart, but you always got good grades at history and literature, so Eddie asked you if you could help him study. He really wanted to graduate this year, and part of you hoped it was because he would get to graduate with you. He always talked about how school would suck even more if you weren't there anymore, so you decided to take a little of your time out of school and work to help him — not only for his sake, but also because it is the only time you get to be alone with him, close to him. God, you feel pathetic.

As you get closer to the spot, you hear his laugh. At first you're confused, because he never gets there before you and as far as you knew, he had no idea you'd always be there at least 15 minutes before him. Also, why was he laughing by himself in the middle of the woods? He usually only gets high after you're done studying, so you assume he's not high, which makes it even weirder. Before you could get close enough to ask him what was so funny that got him laughing like an idiot by himself in the middle of the woods, you hear another laugh. A girls laugh.

Silently, you walk slowly towards the picnic table, trying not to be seen. When you get close enough to see them without them seeing you, you recognise who he's laughing with. It's Chrissy Cunningham. You feel your heart drop as you watch him trying to make her laugh, the same way he always makes you laugh. What the hell is happening here? You can't quite understand what they're saying without coming a little closer to them, but you don't wanna risk getting caught, so you just watch as Eddie jumps and claps his hands and Chrissy laughs at his dramatic reaction at whatever it was she'd said to him.

You know you shouldn't feel this jealous, he wasn't your boyfriend or anything like that — hell, you couldn't even gather the courage to tell him how you feel —, and you knew Chrissy, she was a very sweet girl. She was always nice to you, even when the other cheerleaders would call you names and stick bubblegum to your hair, she was always the one to tell them to shut up and teach you a few beauty hacks in the bathroom to get the gum out of your hair without having to cut it off. But maybe that was exactly the point. She was so pretty, and so nice, you wouldn't stand a chance against her.

As Eddie turned around and playfully punched the tree behind him, you caught a glimpse of a small gathering of tiny wildflowers resting by Chrissy's side, at the bench she was sitting on — wildflowers like the ones that grow near his trailer. Did he get her flowers? Did he HANDPICK flowers? For her? —, and you feel a knot forming on your throat. He pulled at the neck of his shirt, exposing his chest tattoo and you felt your eyes filling up with tears. What was that about? Was he flirting with her?

Even though you knew it was not a good idea, you took a few steps closer, quietly, so you could hear the conversation.

"You should come see us!" you hear him say. "We play at the Hideout on Tuesdays, it's pretty cool. We actually get a crowd of about… five drunks."

You feel the hot tears start to roll down your face. You always try to go see him play at the Hideout whenever you can. You've been there the past three weeks watching them play. Why is he talking about it like no one watching them is actually important? Like you're not important?

"You know, you're not how I thought you'd be like." Chrissy laughs.

"Mean and scary?" he replies.

That was enough for you. It's not like he was doing anything wrong, but it felt like someone had punched you at your stomach. It hurts to see him treating some other girl the same way he treated you, the way you thought he treated you because he liked you, because he might like you back. You tried to not make much noise as you turned around and followed back the path you came from. There was no way you could sit and study with him like you were not heartbroken.

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"Chrissy Cunningham?" Steve asked, still not quite believing what you'd just told them. "As in Jason Carver's little princess of Hawkins High cheerleader girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham?"

"Yes." you assured.

"Are you sure it was her?" Robin asked, also in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Heard her voice, saw her face. It was definitely her."

"Shit, that sucks, I'm sorry." Robin tries to comfort you, reaching a hand to tap your shoulder.

"What the hell was she doing with him anyways?" Steve questions. "Doesn't she have a boyfriend?"

"Maybe she was buying some weed?"

"Robin, c'mon." you chuckle, sadly. "Chrissy Cunningham? Buying weed? Be fucking serious."

"Yeah Robin, I hate to say it but it makes absolutely no sense." Steve agrees.

The three of you stay silent for a little too long and you feel your friends' eyes on you, looking at you with pity, and you hate it. Finally, after a few more seconds (that actually felt like hours), the silence is broken when the phone at the Video Family counter starts to ring. Robin walks away to pick up the phone and you feel Steve's arms wrapped around you.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I said earlier today in the car," he says. "I know I was a little too pushy and I know you're not chickening out. I know you're just afraid to get rejected, and us teasing you about it was not okay. I'm sorry about what happened too, with Chrissy and all. For what it's worth I still think there's probably a good explanation for it. I bet it'll be okay."

You hold back your sobs as you lean into your best friend's shoulder, trying not to stain his clothes with your tears. Even though you're still hurting, a good old bear hug from Steve always makes you feel better, like he squeezes together all of your broken pieces back into place.

"Hey, listen…" you feel Robin tap on your shoulder and you raise your head from Steve's chest. "Eddie's on the phone. He wants to talk to you."

Shit.

"Tell him I'm not here!"

"Yeah I kinda already told him you were here, that's not gonna work."

"Shit. Fine."

You walk over to the phone and pick it up, both Robin and Steve following you to the front counter.

"Hello?"

"Hey, thank god I found you!" he sighs, relieved. "What the hell happened? I waited for you for like, half an hour and you didn't show up so I got worried because you're never late so I went looking for you but I couldn't find you anywhere," he rambles, like he does when he's nervous "so I- I went home and called your place but your aunt said you weren't there and I didn't know where else to call so I figured you were at work? Oh thank god you're there I was about to call the cops!"

"Yeah sorry about that, I was uh…" you look over at Robin and Steve, trying to come up with an excuse about why you didn't meet him like you'd planned earlier. "I- Robin! Robin had uh… band practice for the uh- tonight's the championship game so she asked me to fill in for her, sorry I forgot to tell you I was not gonna make it."

"But… wasn't that Robin who just picked up the phone?" he sounds confused. You look back and see Robin facepalming her forehead and Steve rubbing the bridge of his nose between his index and his thumb, shaking his head. Shit. You suck at lying.

"Yes- yeah. She uh, she was at band practice but now she's here, she actually just got here. Yeah."

"Oh okay…"

"Yeah, listen Eddie I gotta go now, talk to you later, bye!" you slam the phone back at the receiver, hanging up.

"Well, that went… well…?" Steve forces a smile.

"Sure!" Robin holds both of her thumbs up, also trying to look like she didn't think you just dealt with the situation in the worst way possible.

"Yeah sure. I'm gonna go home so I can cry in the bathroom now, I guess. Peace out." you said as you walked out the door.

When you got home, you remembered you'd agreed to fill in as a sub for Lucas at Hellfire. Of course you did. Because you're just a stupid dumb piece of shit who couldn't pass any opportunity to follow Eddie around like a little puppy. So, you go looking for Dustin around the house to tell him you wouldn't make it to Hellfire, only to find out he's not home. You figured he's probably at Mike's, so you call the Wheelers'.

"Hello?" Nancy picks up the phone after two rings.

"Nancy! Hey, is Dustin there? He's not home, I figured he'd be at your place with Mike?"

"Oh, hey! Yeah, they're upstairs, I'll go get him for you."

"Thanks Nance, I-" you got cut off by her screaming on the other end of the line.

"MIKE! PHONE FOR DUSTIN!" you hear her call. "So, you going to the game tonight? It's been a while since the last time we went out, we should do something after the game, I miss you!"

"Yeah, I miss you too!" you tell her. And you mean it. It's really been a while since the last time you two did something together. "I'm actually going to spend the night at Robin's tho. We can go to the movies tomorrow, maybe?"

"Sure! I can pick you up at 5, what do you think?"

"Sounds great, I'll see you then!"

"Great! Oh, here 's Dustin. See you at the game tonight!"

"See ya!"

"Hey, what do you mean you'll be at the game? Thought you were gonna come with us to Hellfire tonight" the other line now shifts to Dustin's voice.

"Yeah, about that, I'm not going anymore. Sorry."

"What? Why?"

"Something came up. Maybe you could ask Erica?"

"Erica? You know Eddie 's gonna lose his shit if I take her as a sub for Lucas."

"Yeah, I know, but it's her or nothing. Sorry, Dusty. I'll make it up to you okay? I promise."

"Fine. But you owe me one!"

"Big time, I know. Gotta go now, take care okay? See you after the game."

"Yeah, see ya."

You felt bad about letting Dustin down. You really did. But you also knew you wouldn't last that much at Hellfire without crying, and that would be even worse.

After an hour or so of crying your eyes out, you decided to do your makeup. Even though you were feeling like absolute shit, you knew you couldn't look like absolute shit, and you usually get a boost of self esteem after getting your makeup done, and god knows you could use that right now. So, after spending half an hour doing your eyeliner on each eye, you changed into your jeans and your favorite little tank top, put on your old school black Vans, grabbed some random jacket that was hanging at the back of your chair and left to watch the game.

"Aunt Claudia?" you yelled from the front door, almost forgetting to tell her you were leaving.

"Yes honey?" she yelled back from her bedroom.

"I'm leaving to watch the championship game, probably will spend the night at Robin's, okay? You don't have to wait up for me."

"Okay honey, have fun and be safe okay?"

"Will do, see you tomorrow!"

At the game, you sat right next to the band, Robin was right by your side and Steve was with his date a couple of rows back. You didn't really care for the game, you just needed to… not be alone. You and Robin had plans to go to her place after the game and watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show for the tenth time in the last few months so you could get Eddie out of your head. Before the game started, you watched as Chrissy and the other cheerleaders danced and jumped around the gym and couldn't help it when your eyes flooded up with tears again. As you tried to get yourself together, you felt Robin's hand on your shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Yeah just… fuck, I can't even hate her, she's the sweetest girl on the cheer squad."

Before Robin could say anything, everyone was standing up for the national anthem. And then you saw Tammy Thompson walking towards the mic to SING the national anthem. You held back laughter as you looked at Robin and then turned around to look at Steve, both of their jaws dropped.

"No way." Robin muttered, as she took turns looking at you, Tammy and Steve, not knowing exactly where to look at. As Tammy started to sing, you felt your eyes flood again, but this time, it was not because of Eddie or the thought of him with Chrissy, but because you were trying so hard not to laugh. She sounded exactly like a muppet.

"Oh my god I want to rip my ears out" you manage to let out without bursting into laughter.

"I told you. Muppet." you could see Steve mouthing over to Robin.

"Okay, she does sound like a muppet." Robin admits.

"Oh my god she does kinda sound like a muppet" you hear Vicky say in a low voice.

You watch as Robin and Vicky laugh at each other's jokes, until Robin lets her ADHD get the best out of her and starts talking faster than her brain's working. Even though she talks too fast sometimes, you think it's cute how she gets nervous around Vicky. They would make such a cute couple.

After the game, you approach Lucas, giving him a tight hug.

"That was absolutely crazy, Lucas! You just took the ball and threw it like it was nothing and then we were like 'oh god is he gonna score?' and then you DID i swear i don't think I'll ever understand how you did that so quickly, like you just-" Robin rambled, as she held her hands up, like she was tossing a basketball through the hoop.

"That was insane, man. Really, you're a natural." Steve said like the proud mama he is to the kids.

"Thanks guys. I-" Lucas started, but you heard someone call out to him.

"Hey Sinclair, you coming?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there!" he yelled back. "Look guys, I gotta go. But thank you so much for coming. It meant a lot to me."

The three of you smiled as he left to follow after whoever it was that called him. After a second, Robin turned to Steve.

"Hey, where's Heidi?"

"That's Brenda, Robin."

"Yeah, sure, sorry. Where's Brenda?"

"She uh…" he looked back at the crowd leaving the gym, like he was looking for someone. "She ditched me, okay? She left to talk to Tammy Thompson and then came back to tell me she was going to Tammy's to catch up or something like that."

"Ouch, ditched for Tammy Thompson?" Robin said, following Steve as he started to walk back to his car.

"Again?" you look over at Robin, the both of you laughing — not in a mean way, but playful, like the three of you always were.

"Ha ha, very funny." Steve bites back, sarcastic. "Any more jokes and the two of you are walking home."

As you walk over to Steve's car, you watch as Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire Club emerge from the drama club room, victorious. He waves at you, but you pretend you don't see it, turning over to Dustin, who's walking up to you.

"Hey, can I join you guys? Eddie said he's gotta go straight to his place tonight, so he can't drive me home."

"Steve's dropping us at Robin's, I'm spending the night out. But maybe Nancy can take you home?"

"Oh, okay. Sure, I'll talk to Mike. See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow. Night, Dusty!" you give him a hug and kiss the top of his head, watching as he runs off to catch up to Mike.

You turn around to Robin and Steve, puzzled look on your face. Eddie always takes Dustin home after Hellfire, why couldn't he take him home tonight?

You get in Steve's car and you exit the school's parking lot. You see Eddie's van a little ahead out the parking lot, where he always parks when he's doing a deal or up to something shady. As Steve drives past the van, you see Eddie holding the door open for Chrissy to hop in.

"What the fuck?" you say, maybe a little louder than you intended.

Steve and Robin turn to look at the direction your eyes were headed, also looking at Eddie as he closes the passenger door and Chrissy turns to reach for the seatbelt (and you think to yourself she probably won't find the seatbelt, because Eddie's van has no seatbelts).

"Oh shit." Robin mutters as she turns her head back to look at the van, now behind Steve's moving car.

"Hey uh…" Steve tries to get your attention. "don't- try not to think too much about it, it's probab-"

"I wanna go home." you cut him off.

"You sure?" Robin asks. "I already have the Rocky Horror VHS with me, we can watch Blade Runner too, I forgot to take it back to the store last week and I know you love it so maybe-"

"Please just-" you cut her off too. "I wanna go home. Please, take me home." you can feel your voice trembling and tears already running down your cheeks.

"Okay, it's okay." Steve talks in a soft voice, trying to calm you down. "We'll take you home."

The ride to your house is awkwardly silent, but you don't really care enough to be bothered by it. Your head hurts and your heart sinks to your stomach at the thought of Eddie taking Chrissy home. Not only because of your feelings for him (though, mostly because of it), but also because Chrissy is Jason's girlfriend. You know what Jason would do to Eddie if he finds out about this. It wouldn't be the first time Eddie gets beaten up by Jason and the rest of his party, and even though Eddie always came back laughing about his black eye, spitting blood and limping, you knew he'd spend the next few nights sleeping at the back of his van, so Wayne doesn't see him covered in bruises — so Wayne doesn't see him looking the same way he looked when his father dropped him off at the trailer and never came back to pick him up. You know he can take care of himself, you know he's strong enough to throw a punch or two, but you couldn't stand the thought of him spending his days alone at the back of his van, not being able to see anyone because school was off. The whole situation made your heart ache.

As Steve pulls over in front of your house, you feel two pairs of eyes on you.

"You sure you'll be okay?" Robin asks, concerned.

"I'll be fine. I just need a little time, that's all. Thank you guys, for taking care of me. Sorry about the buzzkill. Get home safe, okay? I love you." you opened the door and climbed out of the car.

"We love you too. Call us if you need anything, yeah?" Steve says leaning over the car window.

"I will, I promise."

You open the door, hoping aunt Claudia was already asleep and that Dustin wasn't home yet. You tiptoe your way to your room and close the door, throwing yourself at the bed, not even bothering changing into your pajamas. Stuffing your face in your pillow, you cry yourself to sleep, hoping it was all a bad dream, but knowing it wasn't.

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scoonsalicious · 5 months

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Unwanted: Chapter 23, Undressed - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol consumption, bad decisions.

Word Count: 291

Previously On...: Sam was on the phone with Bucky when you got back to the safehouse. Just hearing his voice (and Cunthrage's, for good measure) was too much and you needed to get out.

A/N: I'm sorry these parts are so short, but that's why you're getting three in a row! Just remember-- the faster I post, the faster it's over!

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You were nursing your fourth Malibu and pineapple, more than a little drunk. The beachside bar was loud, a touristy spot, and if you weren’t halfway to plastered, you’d probably find its faux-tropical theme charming. Your brief quasi-interaction with Bucky was leaving you feeling restless and reckless, and you felt the urge to make some bad decisions.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar all alone?” asked Bad Decision as he walked over to you. You looked him over. He was attractive, in a generic All-American kind of way, with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. Not the crisp ocean blue that haunted your dreams, but close enough that you pretend in your inebriated state.

“I’m sorry,” Bad Decision said after you’d been silent for a moment too long. “It’s a horrible pick up line. Could you, maybe, pretend to write your number down on a napkin so my friends” he pointed behind his shoulder to a table “don’t roast me for failing miserably?”

You looked behind him to see a group of guys watching the interaction with intense interest.

“How old are you?” you asked him.

“Twenty one,” he said proudly, as though surviving this long was an accomplishment. “My buddies and I are here on break from UOhio.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m from Dayton,” you told him.

“No shit!” he said, and he was overly delighted, like a chocolate labrador waiting for a ball to be thrown. “Small world, huh?”

“Sure,” you said, scrutinizing his physique. He was muscular, but not in the way you wanted. But he would do. “Tell me, UOhio,” you began, throwing back the rest of your drink, “do you want my fake number, or do you want a quick fuck?”

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anamenooneowns · 5 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖MEETING JJ

an: another moodboard/ficlet ig? is this allowed? um, youre from nyc in this one and moved to the obx, yeah. if you didnt get the memo either with the moodboard you're black and you say a few words in Spanish bc youre also hispanic (idk how to speak Spanish so if its wrong i'm apologizing beforehand😃) enjoy!

DNI IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO. THIS BLOCK BUTTON GOES BRAZY

"Ma, why'd we move here again?" you groaned, tugging at your shirt to generate some sort of cool air as you walked in the sun.

Your mother ignored your question after having answered it for the umpteenth time. Rent was rising crazily in NYC and it was getting more dangerous by the day. And your family down here that she had lost contact with due to her own mother practically begged your mother to come back down and just move in, so that's exactly what your parents did.

The culture down South was something you weren't acclimated to. In NYC, people kept their heads down and kept it pushing, but you were perceived here. 'Good morning/afternoon/evening' along with 'Sir' and 'Ma'am' were integrating themselves into your vocabulary. Still, it was obvious these folks didn't exactly... like you. They didn't like the way you dressed with multiple gold chains on your neck and rings galore, or the fact that your nails were so long, and too many old people commented that they could hang onto your hoops.

It was annoying.

"Oh, mama, go into the beauty supply right there and see if they have products for our hair. Here- take this to pay for it, and get us some drinks too from the deli, it's hot as hell out here," your mother ushered you away, pushing three twenties into your hand.

You sighed and turned on your heel, going into the beauty supply and greeting the cashier before scanning the shelves. Thankfully, they had all the products your family used and it came out much cheaper than it would have in your old store when you paid for it. Next was the store at the corner of the strip mall. Your mother drove you out here since you definitely wouldn't find what you guys needed in the rich part of the island so you had to come to what your extended family called 'The Cut'.

"Dude, I-I'm tellin' you this is the right idea, when have I ever led you astr- fuck," a voice hissed.

You gasped as something wet poured down your front, ruining your crop-top and getting you sticky in the process. Slowly, you looked up, mean mug getting even meaner as you glared at some blond who was looking down at you with his eyes wide and pink lips parted like a damn fish, some other boy behind him.

You were yelling at him, that much he could tell, but all he could see was some phantom light shining behind you and making you look even more ethereal in presence and all he could hear was 'Sha la la la la, la laaaa'.

"He-fucking-llo?" you hissed, snapping your fingers in his face. "Does he have a brain or something?" was directed at his tall, brown-haired friend who sputtered as he tried to apologize for JJ, elbowing him.

"I... huh? Oh, shit! I'm sorry, my bad," he grabbed tissues and started to dry your own shirt for you making you freeze up, eyes widening while John B watched in literal horror as his dumbass best friend dabbed the paper towels against your chest.

Smack!

"Eres un idiota," was the last thing you said before leaving.

And JJ was touching his cheek and looking at the door where you left like a lovesick puppy as your fragrance of vanilla and shea butter lingered. "Dude... I think I'm in love."

an: comments and reblogs are appreciated! thanks for reading💕

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bearsbeetsbeskar · 1 year

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Somebody to Heal, Somebody to Hold

(Joel Miller x dispensary! reader)

Chapter 3: Blue Dream

Chapter 1 here || Chapter 2 here || Main masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x dispensary! reader, AU (no outbreak) Word count: 4.7K Rating: 18+ MDNI, will be changed to explicit in future chapters (slow burn, eventual smut), swearing, discussions of drug use, discussions of disordered eating, age gap (reader is early 20s and Joel is late 40s) Summary: Joel can't rely on pills anymore for his back pain, so his doctor prescribes him medicinal marijuana. But he's not happy about it.

A/N: It's here y'all! Peepaw got high, and now he has the munchies. For food, as well as for the reader 🌚. This chapter was so fun to write, I loved fleshing out their progressing relationship. PEEPAW gets teased endlessly for being old (I couldn't resist), and he gains a smoking buddy 🥹. As always, thank you to my main hype woman, my ride or RIDE, @iamasaddie for beta'ing. Your excitement and support means the world to me!

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In the midst of smoking with Joel, you had forgotten how long it had been since you last ate. The rumbles coming from his stomach reminded you pretty quickly though. You hum and chew the inside of your cheek as you think of possible food options to satisfy the munchies.

Although pretty much anything tastes better when you’re high, thanks to the way that THC heightens your senses, especially taste, you want to get something he will like. You’re not sure why you care so much but you want him to enjoy it, as part of his first smoking experience.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you start to scroll through UberEats to see what’s in the area.

“Feel like eating anything in particular?”

Joel purses his lips together and hums. “Not really, I ain’t picky.”

You’re inclined to believe him but you still wanna mess with him, just a little bit.

“Ouh, there’s this really good vegan place in town that has good reviews and lot’s of options!” You look at him sideways and raise your eyebrows.

“Uh,” He grimaces slightly before he can school his expression, “sure that sounds-”

“I’m just fucking with you Joel” You lean in to shove him again as giggles start bubbling up from your chest. “I’d never eat that shit either, I love real food and meat too much to give it up”

“Thank fucking God,” he breathes out and runs a hand over his face. “I can’t stand it, everything is vegan this, vegan that. What happened to normal real food?”

You snort in response, still scrolling. And then something catches your eye.

“Oh shit! Apparently there’s a food truck festival happening at Bellwoods Park, just a couple minutes from here. There’s lots of different vendors, and it’s probably a lot cheaper than ordering take out. We’ll have to walk over but it’s not too far”

“Yeah, I’m up for that.” He perks up a bit and smiles at you.

No less than 20 minutes later you and Joel arrive at the food truck festival. You’re immediately surprised by how cozy and ambient it is. There’s numerous picnic benches in the middle of the grassy area and a few carnival games on the far end of the field for the kids. Twinkle lights are strung like a canopy over the entirety of the park, casting a molten amber glow over the festivities, complementing the warm hues of paper bunting strung from vendor truck to truck. People flock to the vendor trucks flanking the outside of the park perimeter. The smell of various fried foods and grills being fired up has your mouth watering and stomach growling again.

“Huh.” Joel whistled lowly, taking in the surroundings. “Been here for almost 20 years and I didn’t know this existed.”

“It looks like a seasonal thing that the city puts on every year, maybe there’s just more hype around it this year.” You surmise, following his gaze and looking around. “That or you just live under a rock.” A smirk sprawls across your face as you look back at him.

He huffs out an exhale. “Wouldn’t be the first time I heard that.”

“Well, now’s your chance to explore,” gesturing to the lineup of trucks. The various vendors sell everything from shaved ice to burritos, to Korean bbq and Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. The options are endless. You’re about to suggest something to him when one truck in particular catches your eyes.

“Oh my god, Smashburgers!” You make a beeline for the food truck, not even waiting to see if Joel follows you. The smell of charbroiled meat and greasy french fries fill your nostrils, creating another twinge of hunger in your stomach. It’s been ages since you had a good burger, and Rick’s Smashburgers was the best in town, you weren’t about to pass it up now. Sensing Joel’s broad presence approach your right side before you can turn around, you nod your head towards the menu plastered on the chalkboard against the side of the truck.

“Ricks has the best burgers in town by far. Trust me.”

“Smashburgers? How are they any different from regular hamburgers?”

“They’re just better in general” you answer him as if it was obvious. He raises an eyebrow at you. “The patties are basically flattened or smashed and it makes them crispier and just better overall. Trust me.” Giving him your most pleading look, he sighs and looks at the menu, and then at the plates of burgers lined up at the window to be given to customers.

“They do look pretty damn good. Only-” he shifts his jaw and hesitates, “my doctor told me to stay away from red meat, and eat more veggies,” he grumbles defeatedly, staring at the menu like he wanted to burn a hole in it.

You frown for a split second but it slowly morphs into a smile. Joel Miller is cute when he is grumpy. And for whatever reason, it actually warms your heart that he’s trying to be compliant with his doctor's orders. Still, you nod.

“Okay, well, we could always get something else. Althoughhhh” you pause for dramatic effect, “technically the burgers are thinner than regular burgers so there is less meat, and there’s lettuce and tomatoes on the burger.” You look sideways at him but he’s already shaking his head, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Who woulda thought I’d experience more peer pressure for eatin’ a burger than smokin’ weed. Jesus, I’m losin’ it.” The smile turns into a grin and there’s a glimmer in his eyes.

“Sure darlin’, a smashburger sounds good.”

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If anyone had told Joel that in his lifetime he would eventually find himself at a festival surrounded by throngs of people, after smoking weed for the first time, with a woman he had just met, he would have told them to fuck right off.

All because of his back pain. His godforsaken back pain.

Admittedly, he had no idea what to expect when you said you would come over to show him how to smoke, but he definitely said a silent prayer when you offered, seeming to understand that the whole situation was embarrassing for him. You were so nice and personable. Just like you had been the day before when he came into the dispensary like a lost puppy.

The irrational part of him wanted to believe that you were just pitying him. Pitying a helpless middle aged man who’s geriatric aches and pains were running him into the ground. But your patience with him and calm reassurance about his concerns dismantled that theory. That, and the fact that you offered to come over after you got off work, during your free time. It didn’t seem like you were getting commission from going above and beyond with your customer service skills at the dispensary. What business would you have hanging out with a man who was at least two decades older than you?

Joel wasn’t stupid, and he certainly wasn’t blind to your beauty. Despite the playful banter you shared with him, and your wandering gaze that he caught dipping down to his lips and his body, he knew that he wouldn’t have a shot in hell with you. Regardless, he was buzzing with nervous energy when you knocked on his door.

Surprisingly, the actual smoking wasn’t as bad as he anticipated. Marijuana smoke tasted somewhat better than cigarette smoke. Weird, but better. The tang of the herb settled on his taste buds more easily than nicotine did during that one time he tried it all those years ago.

It was actually enjoyable if he was being honest with himself. Although, he’s not sure if that’s because of your added presence or the weed actually doing its job. The monotony of inhaling and pulling from the joint, holding his breath for a few seconds and then exhaling slowly became muscle memory. The THC settled into his bloodstream as he felt the mellow warm buzz permeate his body and seep into his bones. The once aching flare of pain that was his constant companion no longer reared its ugly head, as he stretched beside you on the couch. He genuinely couldn't believe it.

He anticipated he would cough up a lung at one point or another, which he did. And he anticipated the back pain would be subdued, which it was. You also warned him of dry eyes and cotton mouth once the marijuana took effect in his system. Nevertheless, he’s caught off guard when his mouth goes bone dry and his eyes glaze over as he watches you do that trick.

The french inhale.

Seemingly mesmerized by the way the smoke pours out of your lips like viscous liquid, and the way you inhale it through your nose again, he all but loses it when you show him how to do the smoke rings. The way your plush lips pout, forming an O shape as you push the smoke out of your mouth, your cheeks slightly hollowed. You’re so close beside him that he can faintly smell the tropical notes of your shampoo and see the glassiness in your doe eyes when you smile at him.

It’s the cruelest form of torture, he surmises. You're the sweetest siren, making the simplest gesture look sexy as hell.

Caveman brain bouncing off the walls as he flexes his thighs, his left hand remains in his lap over his crotch while he curls his right hand into a fist. The sting of his nails digging into his palms keeps him tethered to reality, while he tries to ignore how tight the crotch of his pants are.

But fuck, it’s a challenge when you keep looking at him like that, with a Cheshire cat grin plastered across your face.

His lust is interrupted soon enough when he feels his stomach let out the loudest rumble. And to his surprise your smile only gets wider in response.

It’s almost the same smile he’s witnessing in this moment, as he watches you take another big bite out of your burger and moan, almost pornographically.

You both get burgers and decide to split some french fries for good measure. Nevermind the fact that you asserted, "a good burger isn't complete without a side of fries."

Trusting your judgment, Joel orders the same as you; a smashburger with crispy onions, lettuce, tomato, cheese and their special house BBQ sauce. Only no pickles for him, and extra bacon, cause why the fuck not?

Technically he’s following the doctor's orders. He’s already smoked the weed. The low cholesterol diet can start tomorrow.

The burger is delicious. Like ridiculously delicious.

“Damn” He says in between the first couple bites, “this is fucking good. Best burger I’ve had in a while actually.” Humming in agreement, you pop a couple fries in your mouth.

“I know right? I told you. Better than regular burgers.”

They’re messy as hell but it’s worth it the minute the flavor of charred meat hits his tongue, the crispiness of the onions, coupled with the special sauce creating a mouthwatering combo.

You finish your burger at an alarming pace. Popping the last bite into your mouth, you grab a handful more of fries, dunking them into some ketchup.

Christ, he thought he was hungry. You must have been starving considering it had been well over 5 hours since your lunch break. Before you can shove the fries in your mouth, you pause and raise your eyebrows at his ogling.

“What?”

“Nothing.” When you look at him expectantly he shakes his head. That small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just surprised you have a big appetite, s’all.”

Somewhat bemused by his words, you tilt your head.

“Most women I know, they just eat salads and healthy crap. Always watching their weight and being picky with their food.” He smirks, nodding his chin towards your plate. “It’s just nice to see a woman who can actually throw down.”

Shaking your head, you snort. “Please, life is too fucking short to deprive yourself and worry about the shit you eat. I’d rather die with a full belly of food that I enjoy than eat like a rabbit.”

At that he lets out a loud guffaw. Not only do you have a decent appetite but you also got quite the potty mouth on you. He shouldn’t find that so attractive but he does.

“Also,” you flippantly wave a fry around in your hand, gesturing to the near empty tray of food sitting on the table between you two, “who wouldn’t want to eat when the food is this fucking good?”

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he rolls his shoulders back and reclines in his seat with a wink. “Can’t argue with that logic darlin’.”

Over the next hour or so, you get to know bits and pieces about each other while picking at the remainder of fries. Bouncing between topics, from food to work, to each other’s personal histories. Joel learns that your favorite food is pasta, grinning at you while you go off on a tangent about how pasta should be included as one of the main food groups. Doesn’t matter what kind of pasta, just pasta.

His favorite meal is anything home cooked and southern. Of course, nothing beats a good old sirloin steak with roasted potatoes. He’s a sucker for cornbread too. Sweet desserts are his weakness he reveals, but he never usually gets them for himself, only bringing home treats when he knows his daughter Sarah will be in town. When Sarah isn’t home he’s usually at the mercy of fast food joints due to his work hours, “hence the high cholesterol,” he grumbles.

That leads him to tell you about Sarah, how long he’s been in Austin, his job as a contractor. In return you tell him about going back to school and getting the dispensary job through Stef, just to have some money on the side.

“I needed to throw myself into something after my ex and I broke up.” You sigh defeatedly and cross your arms, elbows resting on the table as you look down. “Naturally, I figured going back to school and getting a job would be the solution, only now it feels like I’m barely keeping my head above water.”

At that confession, Joel raises his eyebrows in disbelief. Guilt and shame wash over your features. It makes him frown, his eyebrows pinching together. Sadness isn’t a good look on you, and even though he’s known you for less than a day, he doesn’t like seeing that look cloud your face.

“Fuck him,” he quips, “his loss.”

Huffing out an exhale, you fiddle with a crumpled napkin on your side of the tray. Ripping up small bits of the crinkled paper and rolling them between your fingers. “You don’t know the whole story.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Doesn’t matter, still sounds like he lost out.”

When you don’t look up at him, just continuing to rip up the napkin, biting the inside of your cheek, his voice softens.

“Sorry. It’s none of my business,” he backtracks, “you don’t have to tell me.”

At that you finally look up at him, “no, it’s okay Joel. Really. It’s been a while since we split.”

He nods slowly, waiting for you to continue.

“In the end we both wanted different things. He was ready to settle down, get married, buy a house, and start popping out kids. It took me a while to realize that that was far from what I wanted.” You stare off to the side, watching the kids at the far end of the field run throughout the maze of festival games.

“I guess you could say we split amicably, but we were together for a long time," you continue on. "When it was over he didn’t hesitate to tell me that I would never find someone like him, that I’ll never find someone who would love me as much as he did, and how he did so much for me, blah blah blah. That kinda bullshit” You chuckle hollowly, folding your arms across your chest.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes again, silently cursing at the asshole who managed to convince you that you wouldn’t find someone better.

Wishful thinking claws at his chest as he swallows. He knows he probably wouldn’t be that much better for you either. You’re warm, caring, funny, gorgeous with a sharp wit that he finds painfully endearing. Who wouldn’t want you?

He swallows before he speaks up again. “It happens that sometimes people grow apart, realize they have different values and want different things. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. It hurts but better you figure it out now rather than later. I learned that the hard way,” he says with a regretful smile.

You shake your head, giving him an out before he says anything else. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Nah, it was a while ago. A long time ago. My ex and I, we had Sarah when we were real young.” He chuckles without any mirth. “Young and dumb. We had no idea what we were doing, but we both knew deep down it wouldn’t work. I was working ridiculous hours to make ends meet for us and she wasn't happy about that. We realized how different we truly were and figured it was for the best that we split.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” There’s concern in your eyes but you give him an empathetic smile. “But in the end, you got Sarah, right?”

Exhaling deeply, he nods and smiles softly. “Yeah. Thank God. She’s my whole life honestly. Gives me a reason to get up in the morning. She’s crazy smart, sometimes too smart for own good, but she has a heart of gold. Always wanting to help out others.”

He stares off into space, recalling his daughter's bright eyes, halo of curls, and her wide grin. God he missed her. It’s only as he’s telling you this does Joel realize that he doesn’t really have a life outside of Sarah. She’s not at the age anymore where she needs constant care, she’s independent and living away from home. The only people he really sees regularly are Tommy, when he deigns to drop by the house, or when they work jobs together, and the guys on his team. But outside of work? He doesn’t really do much of anything or see much of anyone. It dawns on him that he leads quite the obstinate life.

“You mentioned she’s away at college?” Your question pulling him out of his placating thoughts.

“Yeah, she started last semester. She comes home when she has breaks and during holidays. It’s quiet without her around.” He isn't aware of the somber look that washes over his face, but you quickly pick up on it.

“I’m sure she misses you just as much.” You look at him earnestly and give him a small smile.

He scoffs, “yeah right,” leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s living that freshman life. Classes, studying, partying,” he adds the last part hesitantly, with a bit of a bite. “She ain’t thinking about her old man too much.”

Clicking your tongue, you give him a reprimanding look. “You keep saying you're old Joel but that’s a fat lie.”

He goes to interrupt you but you hold your hand up in front him. “I saw your driver's license back at the dispensary Joel. You’re not old. Just because you’re over 40, doesn’t mean you’re a fucking fossil. C’mon.”

Seemingly accepting that he won’t be able to win this argument with you, he huffs and smirks, his arms still crossed over his chest.

“Whatever you say darlin’”

At that, you bite your lip and look down. The small terms of endearment fluster you. He likes seeing you flustered.

You pull your phone out of your pocket to check the time, and he feels himself deflate at the notion that you would have to go and that this night would come to a close. He hopes that you won’t tell him that you have to go. Already anticipating that disappointment he clears his throat and starts to stack the garbage on top of your tray.

“I’m pretty stuffed after the burger. Wanna walk around for a bit? See what else is around here.” You bite your lip, gauging his response.

Trying not to sound overly eager and excited, he smiles. “Yeah alright.”

No less than 30 minutes later, he finds himself strolling beside you around the perimeter of the festival lawn, a cup of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream in his left hand, while you both take turns scooping spoonfuls.

The tips of his fingers prickle from holding the frigid paper cup as he hums around another spoonful. “Chocolate chip cookie dough is okay, but I still think maple pecan is better,” he grumbles.

You groan. “Ugh, I’m not getting into this again Joel,” glaring at him out of the corner of your eye as you lick the back of your spoon. “I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt with the whole old man thing but maple pecan is an old man flavor. Sorry not sorry. You might as well suck on a Werther’s candy”

“Jesus,” he scoffs. “A Werther’s original? Why don’t I just put on some suspenders, get some bifocals, and sit in the park with the paper every morning.”

“Mmm, you never know. I think bifocals would really suit you,” Your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek. Giggles bubbling up in your chest, while Joel shakes his head.

“I’m just saying, even plain vanilla would have been a better choice. A redeemable choice. Maple pecan is almost as bad as..” you wrinkle your nose while thinking of a comparison, “rum and raisin.”

Just as you go to scoop another spoonful out of the cup, Joel stretches his left arm up and back behind him, holding the cup out of your reach. You don’t bother to jump up to reach the cup as He shamelessly enjoys the sight of how he dwarfs over your tiny frame.

“Hey! Joel-”

He says your name in return solemnly, but the corners of his mouth curl upwards ever so slightly. “You take that back right now. That’s a classic.”

“It has raisins in it! You can’t be serious! Dried up grapes have no business being in ice cream man, it’s criminal.” You huff out a breath and look up at him in exasperation.

“Didn’t know you were so passionate about ice cream.” He has a shit eating grin on his face at this point. Completely enamored by how cute you are when you’re annoyed. He can’t help but tease you a bit more.

“You know I was havin’ a real good time tonight darlin’ but that’s my last straw.”

Rolling your eyes, you smirk. “Just like that huh? You’re stone cold Joel Miller. Alright then, but good luck finding another smoking buddy who can teach you really cool tricks”

At that, he relents. Dropping his arm back down to his side.

“Smoking buddy?”

You’d want to smoke with him again?

The term you coined has his mind melting into mush, and his stomach doing flips at the possibility of seeing you again.

“You’d wanna do this again? I mean- you'd want to smoke together?” He asks pensively, his amber eyes rounded as he looks down at you.

“Yeah,” you peek up at him through your lashes. “Why not? I’m always down to smoke. Plus I still gotta teach you how to roll your own joints, and maybe how to do some tricks as well.”

Winking at him you add on, “save you some money so that you don’t have to keep coming to the dispensary for your pre rolls.”

He presses his lips into a thin line before he can spit out the Pavlovian response on the tip of his tongue. Joel knows he would have come to the dispensary anyway to see you, regardless of if he was going to buy anymore weed. Hell, he would use any excuse he could to see you again. But he decides against telling you that.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, and licking his lips, his mouth opens slightly as his gaze dances across your face. From your eyes, down to your lips, and back up again. You’re so close. So close he could reach out, curl a finger into one of your belt loops, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush.

“I’d really like that darlin’”

You tilt your head and gaze up at him. “Good.” You glance briefly at your phone and frown. “I do have to go now though. I’m opening at the dispensary tomorrow so I should get some sleep. As should you,” you give him another playful shove, “old man.”

He grumbles in response.

You exchange numbers before heading your separate ways, sending him off with a warm smile. The same smile you greeted him with when he first stepped into the dispensary and nearly had a panic attack. “This was fun Joel. Text me next time you wanna smoke.”

Pausing for sec and squinting your eyes in mock concern, you ask him “Wait, you do know how to text right?”

You attempt to bite back a laugh with no success as he swats at you like a fly, and you jump backwards, dodging the swipe of his big hands. “Yes little miss, I know how to fuckin' text.” He makes a noise of disapproval and narrows his eyes at you. "Cheeky."

You’ve only known him for less than 24 hours and you already know how to push his buttons.

Though he's not really annoyed in the slightest. He allows it. What's more is that he actually likes it. Really likes it. The playful banter and flirting that you throw his way, he’s more than happy to return it.

Your chuckles die down. “Alright alright, just checking, relax.”

You send him a quick text with your name, and his phone pinging right away.

“I’ll see you around Joel.”

“See ya around darlin’” He drawls with a grin as he watches you turn to leave.

There’s a pep in Joel’s step as he walks back home. Contentment mixed with anxious excitement. The effects of the high have faded quite a bit, and his head clears as he continues down the sidewalk to his house. He’s pretty happy. Unreasonably happy for someone who just spent the evening with a woman he barely knows. But he felt like he got a deeper glimpse into who you are. What’s more surprising is that he wants to know more. He wants to know more about you. Wants to do more things with you.

Do more things to you.

But again, he keeps that to himself for fear of ruining whatever is slowly building between you two.

Trudging up the porch stairs, he glances at his watch.

10:02 p.m.

He considers texting you to see if you got home safe.

No. He didn’t need you thinking he was a desperate creep. As he crosses the threshold and closes the door behind him, he leans back against it, his head thudding against the wood.

Just then, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, the familiar ping sound resounding through the empty front hallway of his house.

[You]: “Hey! Just wanted to make sure you got in okay, seeing as it’s much past your bedtime 👴🏼”

Huffing out a chuckle, he rolls his eyes and tries to ignore the flutter in his chest that you texted him first. His fingers fumble as he squints at the screen to type out a response.

[Joel]: “Could say the same for you. What happened to getting sleep because you work early tomorrow?”

He could leave it there and just see what you say. But the excitement from the evening as well as simmering current of lust running through his body has him feeling bold. He wants to push a little bit more.

[Joel]: “Naughty girl.” He bites his lip before hitting send.

The three little dots appear and reappear a handful of times as you start to type and then stop.

Shit. Was that too far? Did he just fuck up any chance he had at seeing you again because he has no self control? Probably. It was so hard to restrain any sort of control when you made it so easy to tease back. Your playfulness and doe eyes are a wicked force to be reckoned with, and it only made Joel want you more.

Waiting for you to text him back and tell him to fuck off, or politely shut it down, his mouth gapes open when you do finally respond.

[You]: “Never said I was a good girl 👀”

He exhales harshly. “Fucking hell.” His fingers tapping furiously as he sends the next message.

[Joel]: “That so? I don’t believe that. You’ll have to prove me wrong next time darlin.”

Your response comes lightning fast. Nothing else aside from a series of suggestive emoji's.

[You]: Goodnight Joel 😈 🍃 🔥 💨

Joel clenches his jaw and exhales deeply. He shoves his phone back in his coat pocket, and rubs his hand over his face.

What has he gotten himself into?

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here's an old-ish secret santa fic i made for dr3 (@cdroloisms) in late 2021 :D probably should have put it on tumblr ages ago but It's Here Now // read on ao3 here !!

content warnings: implied torture, blood, abuse, manipulation, morally ambiguous (at best) c!sam, general warden c!sam + c!dream-isms

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you meet him when he is a child.

you are a child, too, technically, but even with his somewhat tall frame for someone who should only be half grown up, even with the hoodie covering his entire torso and then some, even with the porcelain mask covering his face, you can tell that this boy is younger than you. you can tell it in the way he fumbles as he runs, in the way he clutches his half-broken iron ax too close to his chest, the way he crashes into you and falls to the ground, dragging you down with him.

you round on the kid, a stern word on the tip of your tongue, but pause when you see the way he had fallen; arm underneath his chest, body shaking with the force of his fall. he freezes, shudders, a tiny, muffled groan escaping past his teeth. wincing, he rolls over, cradling his left arm with practically his whole body as he curls inwards.

you make a move to stand, and the rustle of grass and leaves’ movement must alert him to your presence, if his masked face snapping up to stare into yours is any indication. he reels back, and though you can’t see his expression, his body language makes his surprise all too visible. lifting his right arm just the slightest bit, the boy’s shield is dragged from his inventory. the thing is so big and his curled up form is so small he manages to hide himself completely behind the thing.

you wonder why he’s so startled by you for a moment - you don’t even have any weapons out - before it clicks.

you’re a creeper hybrid. of course, of course, he likely mistook you for a regular mob.

after a moment, his shield lowers, and you see the two black dots that make the eyes of the mask. he must get a better look at you, now, because he puts his shield away and makes a small sound of embarrassment.

“did i knock you over?” the boy asks, barely making a sound this time as he pushes himself off the ground. you stare at him for a moment, eyes half open in snarky annoyance. “oh. sorry.”

doesn’t sound very sorry, even if a little sheepish. “it’s fine. don’t do it again.”

he tilts his head at that, akin to a confused animal. “i probably won’t. y’know. i mean, i’ll be heading off right about now, so…”

the boy freezes for a moment, before slapping his face - or the mask covering it, in this case - and making a short huff of exasperation. “shit. they’re still after me.”

well that’s interesting. “what, are you on the run?”

he lets out a small noise that almost sounds like a laugh. “sorta? i mean- like, i’m not being hunted, really, i’m not in danger. well, so long as i’m careful, i mean. they’re not- like, y’know, the law or anything, so-“

“get to the point,” you say, not rudely.

“it’s… basically like a game of tag? but cooler. we call it a manhunt - i coined that name, by the way, don’t let george try to tell you differently - and basically my friends run after me until i give up or win.”

huh. that sounds… incredibly dangerous, actually. you’re certainly not the pinnacle of safety, having your own redstone mob-traps backfire as you get the hang of the red powder won’t get you a reputation as such, but you have the maturity to recognize this as dangerous. you also have the maturity recognize that it does sound, maybe, kind of, fun.

the boy stares at you for a moment, almost but not quite awkwardly. “i gotta go - they’re still chasing me, and now i need to find food to heal myself before they catch up. it was nice meeting you, though.”

“wait.” you begin, surprising yourself. you reach out for his arm, but think better of it at the last second and quickly pull it back to search through your inventory. shifting through for a moment, you summon a healing pot. “for your arm. i mean, it was partially my fault you broke it.”

he stares at it, unmoving. you fear you’ve made a mistake - does accepting help from others break the rules of the boy’s little game? is he offended by your offer? but he takes it, a smile in his voice, “trading with villagers isn’t cheating, after all.”

before you can blink, he stuffs a few sticks in your hand, thanking you very much for the potion. you tell him no problem. he runs off, waiting until his front is out of your sight, likely to keep his true face hidden.

you huff lightly. kids.

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your footsteps ring out a hollow echo as you walk into his cell.

almost immediately are you hit with the overwhelming stench of it all, the blood and total lack of hygiene tickling your nose through your mask. you wonder how quackity stands it every day. you wonder how you stand it.

you stare at the prisoner, who blinks sluggishly. you doubt he even heard your approach, he seems so out of it, mind a thousand miles elsewhere and unfocused. if he hadn’t pulled this dissociative stunt four times in the past week, you’d briefly wonder if he was concussed. now, however, you only sigh, stepping ever closer to the half unconscious form of your once-friend.

kneeling down, shifting through your inventory, you summon a healing pot. usually, this would spark panic in the prisoner’s eyes, but nothing happens. if it weren’t for the added annoyance that his consciousness brings, you’d be impressed at the fact that he’s even awake.

carding your fingers through his hair, he finally stirs, a mumbled half word escaping past his teeth. you pull his head up by the knotted strands that are matted with half-dried blood, not harshly, not gently, and press the cool glass of the potion against his lips. obediently, he opens his mouth. the still bubbling liquid slips down his throat, and he only gags on it once.

you watch as his wounds stitch themselves together. it’s like clockwork. he is broken shards of glass you must glue together every time it shatters.

after a moment, you replace the empty bottle in your hand with a wet piece of cloth, to clean up the blood. unlike potions, you do not clean him after every session, moreso just once a week. at the feeling of cold cloth on his skin, the prisoner’s half lidded eyes raise, meeting your own. you watch as his pupils, previously swallowing the green whole, dilate as he regains some focus. you turn away. you’d rather not look a monster in the eyes.

“i’m out of water, y’know.” he states, and once again you are taken aback by his audacity. just moments ago he was on the brink of death, and now he has the ability to ask for more water when it’s still halfway full.

“you have plenty of water already, dream.” the wet cloth grazes his arm, the one you had found twisted and limp upon today’s visit, and he winces in phantom pain. in his defense, you’re hardly being careful. in his defense, the blood from his closed wounds is spilling onto your fingertips.

“it’s all bloody. you can see it.” he turns his eyes to the dripping ceiling, then the lava, then to you. “you can see it, sam.”

already, you feel your frustration rise. you had already healed him, and now were cleaning up his blood for him. you didn’t have to do this. you’re being generous.

“if you want clean water so badly, behave. you want these privileges, these things i’m letting you have? then behave. you’re lucky i’m even here, cleaning up your messes.” you stuff the cloth back into your inventory. you don’t care to get your hands dirty.

“you don’t think i’m trying?” he asks, head lolling to the side. “you think you can hurt me in a way i haven’t been hurt?”

there is nothing you hate more than him. him, and how much you used to love him. how much true hatred stems from once-love.

(you hate how scared of you he looks, even as he deliberately measures your patience.) (you hate how scared of him you are.)

you turn away from him. the platform clicks loudly as you leave him behind to the obsidian and bloody water and lava.

as you hold down the lever that will cover his cell in lava once again, you take a better look at your fingers. you regret ever coming in to clean him at all.

he got blood on your hands.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Thirteen: Dig Dug

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 1,406 Warnings: lil' bit of fluff, lil' bit of angst, the smallest mention of mews blood, nothing really; it's a pretty tame chapter lol, Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! This chapter is a little bit on the shorter side. Steve and Dustin isn't really in this episode a whole lot, hahaa. Remember, if you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Dustin somehow was able to contain Dart last night long enough for us all to sleep and not get gutted like our poor cat. Mom was outside looking for our dead pet cat, so Dustin and I came up with a plan that we were absolutely sure would work.

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend to call someone from Loch Nora while Mom is still outside,” Dustin said. “Tap me on the shoulder when she comes back in.” “Alright,” I sighed, feeling bad for our mom. “She’s so worried and delirious, she’ll believe anything at this point.” Looking off to the side, I crossed my arms and sighed once again, being the lookout for our dear mother. When she came inside, I quickly tapped his shoulder, letting him know it was game time.

“Dusty, Livvie, you’re sure she’s not in either one of your rooms?” Mom asked.

Dustin held a finger out to her before saying, “Uh-huh,” as I said, “I haven’t seen her since I went to school yesterday.”

She came and wrapped me in a hug as Dustin was on the phone pretending to talk to one of the neighbors. I had to put my tears to the test as I willed them to come to my waterline as Dustin continued his pretend phone conversation.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much. You are a true lifesaver. Alright, this was great. Thank you. Alright. Have a good one. Bye-bye, now. Alright. You, too.” He hung up and looked mine and Mom’s way. “Alright. Great news.” “They found her?” Mom asked, voice straining from tears.

“No, but they saw her wandering around Loch Nora.”

“How did the poor baby get all the way out there?” Mom cried.

“I don’t know, Mama,” I said. “Lost, I suppose. But they’re gonna look for her, I’m sure.”

“Yes,” Dustin said. “And Liv and I will stay here just in case they call again.”

“And you’re gonna go help look?” I asked. “Okay? Okay?”

When Mom leaned in to give Dustin a hug, he said, “Give us hugs, give us hugs.”

Mom gave me a hug as I said, “Go get her.” Pulling away, I added, “You’re gonna find her, alright?”

“We can find her.”

“We can find her,” Mom repeated.

“I love you,” Dustin and I said, both of us blowing her a kiss.

“I love you both.”

“I love you.”

“Mama, go,” I said.

She closed the door behind her before I looked at Dustin with a deadpan expression, voice laced with it as I said, “You’re going straight to hell.”

“I know. Now, come on,” he said. “We got work to do.”

I went outside with him to help him open the storm cellar, before moving back inside and grabbing old baseball gear, and some bologna, placing it on the floor in front of Dustin’s door before moving outside to the storm cellar.

As Dustin put on his old catcher’s gear, I heard my landline ringing. Quickly, I went into my room to answer it with a breathless, “Hello?” “I need you to help me with something.”

“I can’t right now. I’m helping Dustin.”

“With what?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Liv–”

“Steve–” I sighed. “I promise I’ll tell you later, okay?”

“Okay. Uhm, be safe.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna need it.” When I hung up the phone, I heard Dustin repeat, “Oh, my god,” which was my new cue to run like hell out of the house and into our wooden shed, “shit, shit, shit,” on repeat out of both of our mouths.

Looking out in between the wood panels of our shed, Dustin said, “Come on, come on, I know you’re hungry.”

Dart came out of the house, following the trail of bologna I left out.

“Yes,” Dustin said. “Yes, yes, yes.” He repeated the word to himself, moving a couple feet over from me to look out between the panels of the door.

I was watching from where I was standing as Dart moved towards the cellar, eating the piece of bologna before turning to face us, causing Dustin and I to jump back, saying, “Shit!”

We looked at each other before moving to look between the panels again, not expecting Dart to be a lot closer this time.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed, turning to face Dustin. I breathed a heavy sigh, whispering to him, “Get rid of him!”

With a triumphant yell, Dustin charged out of the shed towards Dart, hitting him with the hockey stick he had in his hands. I ran after him, helping him close the cellar, Dart banging against the door once.

We both laid on the doors, Dustin on his stomach, and me on my back, our breathing heavy as he said, “I’m sorry. You ate our cat.”

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A few minutes later saw us burying our cat while Dustin tried to get ahold of one of the boys before we moved inside to clean his bedroom carpet that was covered in Mews’ blood.

“Alright, it’s Dustin, again,” he said. “Seriously, I have a Code Red.”

From his headset I could hear, “Could you please shut up?”

“Erica?” my brother and I said.

“Erica, is Lucas there?” he asked. “Where is he?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Erica said.

“Is he- is he with Mike?”

“Like I said, I don’t know, I don’t care.”

“Please tell him it’s super important. Please tell him that I have a Code–”

“Code Red?”

“Yep, Code Red. Exactly.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she sassed. “I got a code for you instead. It’s called code shut-your-mouth.”

“Er-Erica?” Dustin said, looking at me.

“She turn the radio off?” I asked.

“Yep.” He got up, causing me to stand and follow him.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re riding to Mike’s to look for anyone,” he said, walking out of the house and straight for his bike.

I got on my own bike, following him to Mike’s. Once we got there, we both got off our bikes and walked to the front door, where Dustin rang the doorbell about five times before Mr. Wheeler answered the door, looking very bored.

“Your line has been busy for over two hours, Mr. Wheeler. Do you realize this?” Dustin said.

“Oh, I do realize,” Mr. Wheeler replied.

“Is Mike home?”

“No.”

“No?” Dustin said. “Well, where the hell is he?”

“Karen, where’s our son?” Mr. Wheeler yelled.

“Will’s!”

“Will’s,” Mr. Wheeler repeated, going to close the door.

I sighed. “No one’s picking up.”

“Nancy,” Dustin asked. “What about Nancy?”

“Karen, where’s Nancy?”

“Allie’s!”

“Allie’s,” Mr. Wheeler said. “Our children don’t live here anymore. You didn’t know that?”

“Seriously?” Dustin and I said.

“Am I done here?”

“Son of a bitch,” we said in unison. “Ya’know, you’re really no help at all.” We walked away, hearing Mr. Wheeler’s “Language!” aimed at our backs, my hand waving in the air to… well, wave him off.

Dustin and I walked back towards our bikes before I heard a car pull up, the all too familiar maroon BMW coming to a stop. Steve got out with a bouquet of flowers, saying to himself, “Listen… I’ve been thinking… I love you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry? What the hell am I sorry for?”

“Steve?” I asked, confused, walking towards him.

He looked my way, stopping his walk to the Wheeler’s front door, the same confused look on his face that I was sure I was sporting staring right back at me.

“Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?” Dustin asked, walking towards Steve.

The older teen looked at the flowers then back at Dustin, saying, “No.”

My brother took the flowers from him, and handed them to me, saying, “Good,” before walking towards the car.

I just stood there with Steve as he said, “Hey, what the hell? Hey!”

“Nancy’s not home,” I said, holding the flowers down at my side.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Dustin said. “We have bigger problems than your love life. You still got that bat?”

“Bat? What bat?”

“The one with the nails,” I said, shaking the flowers a little.

“Yeah, why?” Steve asked.

“I’ll explain it on the way,” Dustin and I said, my brother getting in the front seat.

“Now?” Steve said, grabbing my hand on the way to his car.

“Backseat,” I said to Dustin, pointing to it.

Dustin stayed in the front, so I sighed, saying, “Why am I always stuck in the backseat?”

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BEG FOR IT • SAN DIEGO •

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader (she/her, 18+)

summary: the night before your assignment starts at top gun and you’re looking to celebrate. you’re about to have the night of your life.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; angsty angst, fluffity fluff, smutitty smut; heavy petting, heavy make out sesh, sub/dom dynamic switches, (f receiving) oral, cum denial, (protected) p in v, kinky shit, begging, choking, etc.

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note: thank you to @fandomxpreferences for the writing bug on this one. please check out their macho man asap. hot hot hot. this series takes place after top gun: maverick. i do go back and forth between first names and call signs - my apologies. this cast list may support you on who’s who and the visuals. i also always wanted to try my hand at making our reader a fucking boss, so here’s my attempt. i hope you enjoy!

It was your last night before your official assignment at Top Gun. Your entire career has been leading up to this moment. You have waited long enough to finally be recognized for your dedication. You cannot wait to learn from the best - Maverick. Just the thought of the captain’s call sign leaves shivers through your body. He will make you the best damn pilot anyone in the Navy has ever seen.

It is never fun to be the new student in class, but luckily your old war buddy is heavily loved at the academy. “Jake!” you excitedly yell through the crowd. You haven’t seen this man in at least three years. A few calls and texts here and there but he will always be a big brother to you, and you his little sister. “Whiskey!” he says as he rushes towards you. His blonde, gelled hair solely visible over the waves of people. Once he’s free, you note his black undershirt and tight jeans. You knew in your heart that this man must have lost his shirt somewhere. His arms wrap around you as he picks you up from your waist. You gasp but let out a laugh, expecting nothing less from your buddy, Hangman.

“God, it’s so great to see you again,” Jake says as he places you down. His devilish smile already showing you he’s about three to four drinks in. “It’s great seeing you too, Hangman,” you say with a pat to his chest. “So this is the infamous ‘Hard Deck’ bar, huh?” you ask as you look over the loud crowd. You note several people still in their uniforms. Dozens of, what you assume are, civilians. “Yup, big fan,” he replies, pulling you from your observations. “Shall we get a drink?” You smile and nod your way towards the bar. “I’ll follow your lead.”

Hangman gently grabs hold of your hand and leads you through the bustling mass of people. You watch in amusement as several drunken servicemen and women dance and stumble into each other. Top Gun is just as you hoped it would be, on the social end of things anyway. “Hey, Penny. Can I get another beer and a Jameson on the rocks?” he yells over to the beautiful woman behind the bar. She nods and quickly begins to make the drinks.

“I’m happy to hear that we’re on the same assignment,” Jake says at a louder volume. Your eyes travel over the group of people, completely filled with happiness and amazement. “Whiskey?” he asks. You direct your attention back to him. “Yeah?” you shake your head and sigh. “I’m sorry, H. I’m just taking all this in! This is so freaking cool!” you share with excitement in your eyes. He smiles, “I know. I remember when I first got here. I was all nerves, but I had to push all that down ‘cause they were still looking for a team lead.”

Jake grabs hold of both your drinks and thanks the bartender. He hands over your glass. “Damn, so the dog fights started as soon as your boots hit the ground?” you ask as you take a slow sip. “Pretty much. Luckily, our team lead’s already chosen this time,” he mutters nonchalantly. You immediately turn towards him. “Are you team lead?” you gasp with a gentle smack to his chest. He takes a swig of his beer as he rolls his eyes. “Nah, not this time. Don’t remind me,” he mumbles under his breath.

The bar’s jukebox suddenly switches to a classic. Roaring through the speakers, you hear the song “We Built This City.” You slowly turn towards Hangman with a gaping mouth. His head immediately begins to shake no. He already knows how much you love to dance. “Aw, please Hangman! Let’s dance!” you say as you begin to swing your hips. He huffs and rolls his eyes, but only because he knows he’s going to give in. He always does.

You laugh as Hangman downs the remainder of his beer. You grab hold of your whiskey and gulp it down as fast as you can. With a smooth movement, you grab hold of Hangman’s wrist and drag him onto the dance floor. You bounce, with your arms raised, as you sing along to the song. You are completely carefree. Not a single worry in the world. Absolutely happy and proud of where you are now. You deserve this. You deserve to celebrate! You yell along with the music as you continue to dance your little heart out.

With a few extra jumps, you find yourself bumping into a woman. She spills her drink on her white shirt and looks towards you with an annoyed face. As soon as her eyes land upon yours, her entire demeanor changes. “Whiskey?!” she yells with her hands raised. “Oh my goodness! Phoenix! I haven’t seen you in so long,” you say as you wrap your arms around her. “I’m so sorry about the drink. Let me get us some napkins,” you say. “No, no. I’ll go get them. You two catch up,” Hangman interrupts with a smirk.

“Thank you, H!” you yell as he already walks off to the bar. “How long has it been?” you ask as you direct yourself to your old crew mate. She exhales as she shakes her head. “I don’t even know! It’s been way too long,” Phoenix replies excitedly. “Did you finally make Lieutenant?!” You grin with a nod. “Oh yeah, I’m all official now,” you chuckle. “Damn, Lieutenant y/n ‘Whiskey’ y/l/n,” she says as she takes a good look at you. “It’s been way too long,” she repeats as she playfully hooks her arm around your neck, putting you into a bit of a chokehold.

Phoenix and you laugh for what feels like hours. Your cheeks hurt with how much you have been smiling. It’s odd to go to a place you have never been before and yet, feel like you are home. It just goes to show that home is not a place, it’s a people. “Hangman, did you introduce Whiskey to everyone yet?” Phoenix asks right before sipping on her beer. “No, I haven’t actually. I was planning on making my way over to the pool table,” Hangman shares as he nods over to the taller deck of the bar.

“Ooo, pool sounds like fun,” you add as you look towards Hangman. Your eyes hopeful and excited for any and all experiences. “Am I going to kick your ass again?” you ask as you elbow Hangman’s gut. He exaggerates as he exasperates a breath in response. “Shut up,” you laugh at his reaction. “Kick my ass? That’s hilarious,” he replies. Phoenix chuckles as she rolls her eyes. “Dude, you are so easy to beat now a-days. You’re too focus on getting laid,” she quickly adds.

You gasp against your glass as you take a sip. “Yikes, shots fired,” you whisper. Hangman scoffs, “At least I’m getting laid.” Your eyes widen as your brows raise. “Yeah, I’m going to go walk off now. I’m sure Phoenix is about to rip your head off,” you softly say with a bit of a laugh towards the end. Phoenix nods as she watches Hangman take a shaky sip of his drink. You grab hold of your second whiskey and drop it down your gullet.

You decide to pop over and see the pretty bartender again. “Hi there, can I get another Jameson?” you yell over the loud commotion from the crowd. “Of course, darlin’. Under Hangman’s tab, right?” she asks with a wink. You smile and tuck your chin to your chest. “I like you. My name’s Whiskey,” you say as you extend your arm out over the bar. The bartender smiles as she quickly dries her hands on a towel. “I’m Penny. Nice to meet you,” she says with a good shake of her hand.

You turn around and lay your elbows back onto the bar as you wait for your drink. “Rough night?” a random man asks. You turn towards him with a raised brow. “No,” you respond sternly and return to looking over the crowd. The man, thankfully, walks away as you put your resting bitch face on full display. As you look over the boisterous crowd, you catch a glimpse of a jukebox in the back corner. Before you can rush over in pure excitement, you hear, “Whiskey for Whiskey.” Penny hands over your drink with a wide toothed grin. You spin around and wink. “Thank you, Penny,” you smirk. She nods with a side smile as she returns the wink.

Walking towards the jukebox is a bit of a hassle. You find yourself bumping into several people. Some of your whisky spilling onto the floor. You feel as though you’ve said “excuse me” about a hundred times before you finally reach a clearing in the mass. You dig into your front pocket for a quarter as you sip on your glass. In dire search for the perfect song to dance to, you settle on an old Chuck Berry song that you adore.

All of a sudden, another stranger of a man walks up and pulls the juke’s plug with a quick tug. He wears an opened mustard Hawaiian shirt and tight blue jeans. “Hey! What the hell?” you shout with your arms raised. The man ignores you as he quickly walks over to a break in the horde. You follow his brunette locks until he disappears behind others. Suddenly, you hear a piano - a live piano.

With a confused look on your face, you decide to climb into a recently used booth and peer over the group’s heads. You note the man slamming his fingers down on the keys as those around him form a circle. You continue to watch curious, while also pissed that you wasted your quarter. Before you knew it, the man began to sing and the crowd sang along with him. You didn’t recognize the song but you could see that this impromptu singing was most definitely a tradition for those in the bar.

You try your hardest not to be upset with the man, but your body is red hot in response to his rudeness. Maybe it was the three whiskey shots you have taken so far. Once the song ends and the entire bar is filled with shouts and howls, you note the man walking towards the pool tables. You quickly shoot down your whiskey, jump from the booth, and plan your attack to run into each other amongst the masses.

With a not so subtle bump, your shoulder lands upon his. The man immediately greets you with a smile and an apology. His smile incredibly divine below his bushed stache. The stache reminding you of the old poster of Tom Selleck you embarrassingly had in your room growing up. “You owe be a quarter,” you respond. You lean yourself against a high topped table. “Excuse me?” the man genuinely asks. “You owe me a quarter. You turned off the juke before I could choose a song,” you share.

The man laughs as he looks over you with amusement in his eyes. “Do you really want a quarter, right now?” he asks. “Did you really have to turn off the juke when it was my turn?” you retort. The liquor in you making this a way bigger issue than it ever had to be. A part of you acknowledges that, while the other part simply chooses to ignore it. The man chuckles. “Where are your friends?” he inquires, entertained. A part of him also concerned as you are clearly tipsy and alone. “None yah,” you mutter. He watches you with disbelief. “Are you really ‘none yah business’-ing me right now?” he asks. With a tight lip and squinted eyes, you slowly reply, “Maybe.”

“Alright. I’m sorry,” the man snickers as he raises his hands. “I don’t have a quarter, but maybe I can buy you a drink - or get you a water?” You grumble at his solution. “I rather have the drink,” you mumble. “And I rather you have the water,” he states. He smiles as his eyes rake over you. His chin held high as he takes a good look. You stand there, almost awkwardly, as you note him attending to different parts of your body. You feel as though you are a piece of art on display. He wasn’t bad to look at himself. His brunette hair and deep dark eyes leave you weak in the knees. You wouldn’t mind tussling your hand through his hair. His body ever so toned and tight. What’s under that shirt of his? Under those jeans…

Although initially a dick according to your tipsy mind, your body only received good energy from this man. In and of itself, that is a rather rare thing to feel from a stranger. “Let’s go with water,” you mutter with a suspicious look. “Ha-okay,” he scoffs. “Do you mind if I guide you back to the bar? It might be a bit difficult to walk through with all these people,” he suggests. You begrudgingly accept. However, you are more than okay with it once he wraps his arm around your waist.

Once at the bar, the man lightly leans you against the bar. His hip rests against the back of yours as he holds you tight to the bar. There is a possibility you drank more than you should have. “Hey, Penny! Can I get a water really quick?” he requests. Your ears perk up at the name. “Penny? I love Penny,” you whisper. “Whiskey can’t hold her Whiskey, huh?” she laughs in response as she places the glass of water in front of you. “That’s why they call me Whiskey,” you say as you maneuver out of his support. You take a few steps from the bar and bow.

The man and Penny both shine smiles your way. Both amused by your fearlessness and disregard for social normalcy. As you bend back up, you lock eyes with the man. His tongue is at the roof of his mouth. His lips perfectly pink and supple. His eyes almost daring you to kiss him. His body unbearably difficult to resist. “Penny?” you begin. “If I go home with him, will I die?” you ask as you point towards him. The man looks off to Penny quickly, but you note some blush to his cheeks. They both cackle in response to your question. “No, you won’t die,” she answers. “He’s a good man? You’d vouch for him?” you insist. She smiles and glances over at him with a look of pride. “Yes, he is a good man.”

“Well, that settles it,” you say as you grab hold of the man’s hand. He lets out a laugh as he follows behind you. He is unable to say a word until you are both outside the bar. “We should probably find your friends,” he says with light chuckles. He is completely entertained with you. “They’re having their own fun. It’s fine. I’m sobering up anyway. I just need to take a cold drive for a little and I’ll be set,” you shine him a smile. He can’t help but smile back at you. “Okay, so a quick drive and then I’ll drop you home,” he confirms. He is desperately attempting to do what’s best for you and get you home safely. “Yeah, or your home,” you murmur under you breath as you begin to step down from the wooden deck.

The man grabs hold of his keys from his back pocket. He smiles as he shakes his head. “I’m over here,” he says as he walks over to the Ford Bronco. “Oh shit,” you say as you slow your walk. “Damn, a first-gen?” you ask, letting out a low whistle. He nods with a tight lip, slightly impressed. You open the passenger side door and carefully slide in. “Wow, fully restored, huh?” you excitedly ask. He smiles and responds, “Yeah, it was passed down in my family.” You grin in response as you buckle your seatbelt.

Lowering the window, you lean your face onto the car’s door. The cold ocean air flinging back at you. The man watches from the driver’s seat, in awe of you. “So, your call sign’s Whiskey?” he asks as you both ride the coast. “Yup. What about you?” you ask turning back to him. Your hair whips around your face, making it practically impossible to see. “I’m Rooster,” he shares. You nod, “That’s a pretty cool sign.” He involuntarily smiles as his eyes remain on the road. “Thank you,” he expresses.

“So, what brings you to town?” Rooster asks. He steals glances of you between the curves of the costal roads. “I got assigned in the area,” you share. You remember that your assignment remains top secret and only a few are given the detailed information. Fortunately for you, assignments run in and out of San Diego’s Naval base regularly. “Oh nice, same here,” he adds. “Have you been assigned here before?” he asks, now simply trying to continue the conversation. “Nope, but I always wanted to be,” you say as you rest your forehead slightly out the window. The wind cooling the heat from your face.

Rooster laughs as he places one of his hands to his temple. “I feel like there’s a story there,” he ponders. You smile as you lean back onto the passenger seat. “Not a fun one,” you reply as you look over to him. “What’s your story?” you ask as you lean closer to the driver’s side. You cross one of your legs under the other as you place your chin in your hand. He chuckles as he shakes his head. “No story here. Just an assignment,” he mutters. “Wow, we are boring people,” you exhale as you face towards the road. He breathes out a laugh as he holds his solid smile. “Sounds more like we just don’t like talking about ourselves,” he softly suggests.

You smirk as you bump your shoulder against him. “I guess I can agree with that,” you hum. Rooster leans into your shoulder, but lightly begins to tap onto his steering wheel. His smile pulls to one side. “So, how are you feeling?” he asks. You rest your head upon his shoulder and link your arm around his. “I’m feeling pretty sober,” you confidently share. He nods as he hesitantly leans into your embrace. “I’m happy to hear that,” he mutters under his breath. “Yup, so you can take me back to your place now,” you nonchalantly instruct.

Rooster quickly turns over to you and chuckles in disbelief. “What? No, common,” he continues to laugh between words. “Where are you staying?” You slide your other hand onto his thigh. “I’m staying with you,” you reply softy. His eyes turn towards you. Yours look up to him as you bite the side of your lip. He lets out a heavy breath as he glances back at the road. “Where are you really staying, Whiskey?” he asks seriously.

With the sudden shift in tone, your eyebrows raise. “Rooster, what are you not getting here?” you question. “I want you to take me back to your place and fuck me silly. Now, its one thing if you aren’t interested but if you’re just trying to be the gentleman here, please don’t.” He shakes his head as he bites his lip hard. His breathing heavies as he taps against the steering wheel. “You swear you’re sober?” he asks with all sincerity. You truly appreciate the question. Another sign of goodness within this man. Penny must not have been wrong. “I swear,” you reply confidently. It wasn’t even a lie. Like you said, cold wind in your face during a drive and you are good as new.

Rooster mutters, “Damn it,” under his breath as he makes a hasty U-turn on the road. You giggle as the car flings you into him. “Hmm, good boy,” you whisper in his ear. He releases a quivering breath and quickly clears his throat. Ever so lightly, you place a kiss right below his ear. Your hand, still resting on his thigh, now smoothing its way over to his inner. A firm bulge leaving your body shivering. You enjoy how his breathing shakes when your lips trace over his skin.

With a lean of his head towards you, Rooster finally loosens the reigns and gives in a bit more. His mouth hanging open as your lips explore his jawline. Your hand beginning to palm closer and closer to his groin. Your eyes lightly close as you lean into the softness of his olive toned skin. He releases a sharp breath as his forehead caresses your temple. “Don’t crash this car, Rooster,” you laugh against his cheek. He smiles, “Trust me, I won’t.”

You place a kiss onto his cheek as his arm curls around your waist. You lightly unbuckle your seatbelt. He pulls you in closer to his side, as your hand moves underneath his shirt. Finally, you get to touch those muscles you recognized from the first second you saw him. Your legs tighten together as you lower your kisses onto his neck. He raises his chin as his nails dig into your hip. You sharply breathe against him as the pinches send shots of electricity through your body.

Before you knew it, Rooster put the Bronco in park. He immediately rushes his seat belt off and lands his hands against your cheeks. You lean against him as you quickly adjust your body to straddle him. Your arms wrap around his torso as your waist begins to grind onto him. Your breathing is in sync. He slowly moves one of his hands towards the back of your neck, pushing you closer into him. His lips envelope your mouth as you begin to reach for his belt.

Without your noticing, Rooster slowly opens the car door and swings his legs to meet the road below. He moves his other hand down to your waist and presses you tight against his body. He carefully moves you both out of the car and stands. Your legs instinctually wrap around his waist. He begins to walk you over towards, what you would assume is, a house. You are quite busy smashing your tongue against his during this hot and heavy pleasure filled break from reality.

You feel Rooster reaching for keys in his front pocket. All whilst his lips crash onto yours. You feel the red hot passion against your skin. Your legs clenching tightly around his waist. A part of you feels bad that he is actively trying to get into his house all while making out and carrying you. The other part of you just cares about the making out part. He accidentally drops his keys, but you don’t care. All you want right now is him. You don’t care where. You begin to softly moan against his lips as you feel a bulge twitch against your thigh. He huffs as he quickly lifts you up to get a better grip. His hand now resting on your ass as you tighten your grip around his neck. He slams the side of his fist onto the front door. Not leaving even a second of your lips being apart.

As it opens, Rooster quickly walks you both inside. There is no acknowledgement for the glasses wearing soldier who watches you both in absolute awe. Rooster stumbles down a hallway, often leaning you against the wall as your back crashes against what you think to be hung photos. Your tongues continue to dance as your hands drag against both of your bodies. The fire between you two is undeniable.

Once Rooster makes it into the threshold of his room, you quickly jump down from his hips and push him back onto a bed. You lightly kick the door closed behind you. He laughs as he watches you in all your glory. You crawl over him, slowly stopping for pecks on his stomach and chest. You feverishly straddle him as you rest your hands upon his chest. “So, Rooster. Whatcha gonna do to me?” you ask with a bit of a taunt. He heavily breathes through his smile as he leans up to meet your lips.

Only a mere few centimeters away, he whispers, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to be begging to cum on my cock.” You slightly pull back with your chin lowered, completely impressed. His eyebrows bounce as he lightly brushes his lips against yours. Now, it is abundantly clear that you do not know this man. But with what information you gathered in your short time together, you did not expect this.

With a swift movement, Rooster flips you on your back as he rests between your legs. His hands crash beside your head, pulling the mattress down. He tilts his head as he looks over your face. You smirk as you place your hand to his cheek. His eyes rake over your hair, your irises, your nose, and mouth. If he has done anything tonight, it has been observing you and every detail of your body. You have never been completely adored over like this before. This is something new and you are still unsure of how you feel about it.

Your hand moves to the back of his neck, pulling him down and crashing his lips against yours. Rooster rests his weight on his knee between your legs. He quickly raises his torso and takes off his Hawaiian and undershirt. You are gobsmacked by how incredibly attractive this man’s body is. You try your hardest not to show it and put all of your effort into clenching your teeth together. However, you are sure your eyes give you away.

Rooster pinches a piece of your shirt and pulls it towards him. “You gonna take this off?” he asks. With the opportunity to switch back to dominating, you quickly rise up on your hands. Your face meeting his sternum. You look up to him and whisper, “I think you got it.” With just that look up, you surprisingly find yourself wanting to be submissive. His body huge and heavy over you, completely filled with muscles you would have never imagined. You slowly raise your hands as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt.

With a smile you have grown to admire, Rooster slowly pulls your shirt over your head. Your hair collapsing onto your shoulders and upper back. You watch him with curiosity. He leans closer to you as he easily unclasps your bra and allows it to fall naturally. There you rest, your eyes and chin up to him with a completely bare chest.

“Lay down,” he softly instructs. Swallowing your pride, you gradually lean back onto your elbows and finally onto your back. Your eyes never leaving his. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs as his hand travels down between your breasts and onto your stomach. The feel of his touch is like static to your skin.

Rooster gently brings his hand back to your face. Some of his fingers hook under your chin, leaving his thumb brushing against your lips. He continues to caress your soft lips as you watch him with wide eyes. He lightly breaches your mouth and places his thumb between your teeth. You give him a soft bite, producing a beautiful smirk across his face.

“Hmm, good girl,” he murmurs as he places a gentle kiss upon your lips. Your hands fly to his waist. Your kisses are more like bites as you fully indulge on his beauty. He leans deeper within your kisses. Your hands swiftly unbuckle his belt and pull down on his jeans. With the base of your palm, you lightly press down upon him. Your hand exploring his unit. He groans as you smiles against his lips. Your breathe deeply along with him as roses appear on the tops of your cheek.

Rooster quickly pulls down his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He quickly shifts his focus towards your jeans. As he pulls them down, side to side, giggles escape your lips as he places kisses on your ticklish spots. Your hand resting on his hair as he floats lower and lower on your body. Your hips rise up to him. Your body wanting everything he can give you.

As he reaches your panties, Rooster places a sweet kiss atop your clit. It takes everything you have within you not to scream and to be patient. You desperately want him to explore underneath the cloth. He trails one finger down from your clit and by your entrance. “Already wet for me,” he whispers as he leans down and places a soft kiss on your inner thigh. Your skin is on absolute fire. Your legs demand to clench together and pull his head closer. You take steady breaths to keep yourself calm.

Rooster continues his kisses from the top of your inner thighs, now exploring the area between your hips. Your waist involuntarily pushes into him, bumping against his chin. He doesn’t mind as he hooks his fingers underneath the band of your underwear. You attempt to maintain your breathing as he slowly pulls the cloth down until you are completely bare in front of him.

“You are so beautiful,” he mumbles between kisses as he explores the top of your vag. You desperately try to keep your hips from grinding upon his face. His lips finally land upon your clit. You feel his wet tongue slide within your folds. Your eyes roll back as you lean deeper into the mattress. Your hands grasping at your chest. With a flick of his tongue, you release a low moan and begin to move your hips with his steady movements.

Rooster smiles as he feels your body writhing underneath him. His arms hook under your thighs, keeping them wide open for him. His hands dig deep into your muscles. He circles his tongue around your bean. With another moan from you, he begins to drag the flat of his tongue between the tops of your lips. His hard cock presses deeply against the mattress. He wants so deeply to be inside you, but needs to make sure you are all lathered up and ready for him.

With another firm lick, he lowers his tongue and circles your entrance. Your body is desperate for him to go inside. Your hips now acting completely out of control and grinding upon his face. You let out moans as your hand tightens it’s grip on his soft locks. “Oh fuck,” you yelp as your other hand rubs out your breast and nipple.

Without your knowledge, Rooster looks up at you every time you moan. He watches as your body tightens in response to him. He loves watching you play with your tit as he eats you out. He begins to grind into the mattress. The pressure feeling nice, but the tension of being inside you is almost too much to bare.

Rooster firms his tongue and gradually pushes it within you. Your eyelids flutter. Your thighs struggle to clench together, but his hands grip harder upon your legs. You are completely open for him and he likes it that way. As he quickens his movements, dragging his tongue against your walls, your moans grow louder and more intense. “Shit, shit, shit,” you say with a crack to your voice. Your hand squeezes and pulls against the strands of his hair.

Hearing you moan for him, Rooster feels like he is almost being pushed off an edge. He wants you to cum in his mouth so fucking bad, but he is not going to tell you that. He quickens his tongue pulling in and out of you. He pulls one of his hands to very softly rub against your clit. You are now a puddle and desperate for his thorough touch. “Fuck, Roo. I’m-” you start. Each touch leaves you on the brink of overstimulation and pleasure. Your body prioritizes your heaving breaths over speaking. “I’m going to cum! Roo, I’m going to cum,” you mumble as your hips thrust against him.

Abruptly, Rooster pulls from you. His mouth and chin glistening with your slick. Your entire body shoots into madness as you tighten into a ball whimpering. “What the hell,” you softly grumble out. Little did you know, Rooster was pulling his pants down and wrapping up his cock for you.

Once he is set, he pulls at your shoulder and pushes you back onto your back. Your wide eyes watch him in all his glory. His cock rather girthy, leaving your pussy drenched and ready. He leans onto one of his hands again, careful not to pull at your hair. He uses his other hand to guide his cock towards your entrance.

As he circles his dick around your hole, gathering more slick, your body trembles. “P-please,” you cry as your body demands him. In one swift movement, Rooster gradually bottoms out within you and places a hand to your neck. Your chin rises as your mouth gapes open. He groans against you as his thumb and point finger squeeze against your carotid arteries.

Rooster leans into your lips softly. “You feel so good on my cock,” he mumbles as he bites your bottom lip. He pulls away as he continues his slow thrusts into you. You attempt to follow him but his hand keeps your neck down to the mattress. “What do you want?” he softly asks as he looks down at you. “F-faster,” is all you can muster through his strong, jolting thrusts. “What?” he seethes through his teeth as his force quickens. “Faster, please,” you murmur as your eyelids flutter.

Without a care in the world, you are now this man’s fuck thing. You are here to be used and you love it. You watch as he groans against you. His forehead at times landing at the tops of your shoulders as he breathes heavily into your neck. Your nails claw down his back as a pit in your stomach begins to grow. Your hand instinctually begins to rub at your clit while his balls begin to slap against your ass. The sensation leaving you over the moon.

“God, you’re taking my cock so well,” Rooster mumbles as he leans into the palm of his hand at your collar bone. You whimper as you fingers match his thrusting rhythm. Your other hand lowers onto his perfect ass, feeling his muscles push deeper into you. Your moans grow louder. His groans become more animalistic in response. Thank god for that solider stamina. Your toes begin to curl as your body tightens around him.

“Roo,” you whine. “Ask for it,” he demands as his thrusts slow. “Roo, please can I cum?” you lightly ask. He focuses his attention on you as his hand brushes a strand of your hair aside. He places a sweet kiss upon your lips. “Louder,” he whispers against your mouth. You watch in awe of the man atop of you. “Please, I want to cum,” you whine louder. He shakes his head no with a smile pressed against your lips. “Beg for it,” he sternly says.

Your body begs you to give in. Do anything to get yourself the orgasm you desire. “Please Rooster! Let me cum on your cock. Please!” you scream as you grab hold of his torso. Your body grinds against him as you are desperate for more stimulation. He smirks as he leans in and bites your neck. You gasp at the pain. “Good girl,” he whispers into your ear.

“Cum with me,” Rooster invites. Immediately, he pounds the living hell out of you. You feel your entire body shake as both of you smack against each other. You hold on to his torso for dear life as your pussy tightens around him. “Fuck!” you scream. He pile drives harder within you. “I’m cumming,” he mutters out as his dick is so deep inside of you. “Please, Roo. Please cum inside me!” you yell.

Rooster’s groans are intoxicating as he cums heavily within you. You release a deep moan as your walls clasp around his cock. His mouth hangs open as he crumples over you. His body still sending jolts of thrusts within you. You feel light headed and struggle to watch as he cums over you. You want to remember this moment. He looks so fucking hot when he’s cumming inside of you.

Finally, Rooster places his weight atop of you. Your hands wrap around his waist and flow up his back. A hand lands upon the nape of his neck as you lean to plant a kiss on his cheek. You both breathe heavily against each other as you enjoy the comforting embrace. Once he’s caught his breath, he places his lips on your shoulders and up to your neck. You giggle at the ticklish sensation, leaving a beautiful smile upon his lips.

Rooster gives you one last kiss before sitting up and discarding the condom. You smile and assume this is the part where you leave. You twist out of his bed and begin to search for your clothes. He rests on his knees with a laugh. “Where are you going?” he asks. You turn towards him with surprises eyes. “I was going to head out?” you reply confusingly. “You don’t have to go. You can sleep here,” he says as he crashes onto his back. He lightly pats the mattress beside him.

“Oh, um,” you say with your shirt in your hands. In what feels like forever, your mind ponders the different options you have. Your choices are to sleep on Hangman’s couch, sleep at the bunks in the academy, or sleep with the man who just fucked you so hard you could pass out right now. You drop your shirt with a small grin as you crawl over beside him.

Rooster smiles as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in to be the little spoon to his big. You fit perfectly within his arms. He nuzzles his chin between your neck and shoulder. He whispers, “Night Whiskey.” You smile as you curl over to your back and pull him down for a kiss. “Good Night, Roo.” Never would you have expected something like this, but god damn are you thankful.

You wake up to your phone buzzing on the bedroom floor. Rooster’s arm still rests tight against your hips. His breathing heavy against your ear. With the light shining in from behind his curtains, you recognize that it’s the morning and your alarm is going off. You lightly move his arm and place it beside his resting body. You smile as you watch him innocently snoring away. His bare back shining in the morning sun. His sheets barely covering his lower half. You make a mental note to squash away any feelings this man may have invoked within you.

Leaning in, you place a kiss upon his forehead. “I hope I get to see you again,” you whisper before kissing him one last time. You quickly call an uber and begin to dress up in yesterday’s clothes. You rush your hand through your hair as a makeshift brush. You have about an hour to get to the base, get into your flight suit, and be ready for class. Once your car arrives, you take one last look at him before walking out.

With 5-minutes to spare, you finally crash into the seat beside Hangman for your orientation course at Too Gun. Your hair tightened into a slick bun. “Where the hell have you been?” Hangman asks with a fierce tone. “I’m sorry. I ended up going home with someone, but I’m all good. Still alive,” you respond. “Barely,” you add with a laugh as you bump your shoulder towards him. He takes a deep sigh as he runs his hand on his cheek. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he grumbles. “Yeah, yeah,” you say as you grab a pen for your debrief notes.

“Good Morning everyone,” a voice bustles through the air. You look up to see Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. Your mouth hangs open as your hero stands in front of you. You have been dying for the opportunity to work with Maverick and the time is finally here. Quickly, you straighten your back to salute to the higher officer. “We are going to need a team of six, F-18s,” Maverick announces. Looking around, you note there are at least 15 people in the room. Let the dog fights begin, you think to yourself.

“Our goal is to land several rounds of missiles onto a well known terrorist hideout,” Maverick continues. “You will be led by team lead Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw,” he says, gesturing to the person beside him. You do not get a good look before you write the team lead’s name down. “Call sign, Rooster,” he adds.

Your entire body pauses. Your hand drops the pen onto your notes as you slowly lift your eyes. You confirm that your team lead is in fact the same Rooster who fucked you so good last night and cuddled you until you fell asleep. He wears aviators with his flight suit, standing tall before the class and beside Maverick. Your eyes cannot help but continue staring at him. Despite the fact that you desperately do not want to make eye contact.

Your eyebrows push together as you struggle to maintain your composure. Hangman notices your sudden shift in body language. He whispers out the side of his mouth, “What’s up?” Unfortunately, the noise draws attention your way. You make eye contact with Rooster. You see a slight twitch of his mouth when your eyes meet. He must not have known either. Oh shit.

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Aaaaah! Is it Shower Dee With Love Day?! Well it IS Munday heheh! *Taps on mic* Ahem. Is this thing on? Can you hear me? Ok so first I'd like to say...

YOU'RE AMAZING!!! 🎤😊

I'm so happy to have met you. I still think about it so tenderly to this day. I'm really really happy to have you not only as my rp partner but also as my precious friend ❤️ You're my favorite person to see on the dash! Anytime you reblog or post something, I can't help but send you my support by giving a like or a comment or both~! You're so fun to write with and super sweet and funny and talented and smart and considerate and patient and supportive and kind and caring and- *BREATHES* I just think ur neat :) SUPER NEAT!!!

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You deserve all the support and love and recognition like fr people are MISSING OOOOOOUUUUUUUUT!!! I absolutely adore you and our interactions and I'll never stop expressing that. ALSO PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE POST THOSE DRABBLES I KNOW YOU HAVE THOSE GEMS DRAFTED I KNOW YOU DO DON'T HIDE THEM FROM ME THEY'RE CARRYING DUST OVER THERE THOSE FUCKING GEMS NEED TO BE SEEN I TELL YOU SEEN!!! Haha sorry I just love reading your drabbles like seriously I'm your #1 fan! I love your writing and your ideas a lot! Always the best stuff aaaahhhhh. Ok but srsly no pressure about posting those drabbles if ur not ready, but just letting you know that if you have doubts on them just know that they always come out great in the end ♡ I can tell you put so much thought and detail into writing them. It really does shine through. Actually, it's because of you that I ever wrote drabbles here for the first time! I've done a lot of first times here on this blog because of you, in fact. You inspire me in many ways, Dee! 😊

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( its 5am and im fucking skdjdjs gonna cry. you really know how to make me emotional huh? I really needed this though thanks. since as of late I've been hating my writing a lot. But man, you're honestly my favorite to see on the dash too. All those feelings are mutual. I LOVE seeing your reactions to my replies or asks, i always look forward to seeing that hahaha. And i definitely always wanna show my support to you too. I like seeing the stuff you rb related to Namida's character, helps me get a better understanding of her y'know? I adore her so much. I want to kiss her on the forehead and hug her tightly and tell her how amazing she is.

You're also super fun to write with, MAN. I still go through old threads and reread. That's how much every interaction was soooo great for me. But you're literally so sweet... So so kind. You're one of the few people I'm confident is interested in my writing & muses. Never had any doubts about that literally. I know I'd literally die for yours. Hmu if you ever write a book I'd buy that shit quick. Every reply, every ask, it's like a dessert. You've truly given me the best rp experience ever. And i wanna do my best to give you a good experience as well because im as invested in your content as you are in mine. You're awesome, amazing, so, so talented and creative. You're also such a great friend, thanks especially for sending me messages currently since it's just been rough haha. Just... Thanks for everything. I've had tough moments on this blog but having you as a mutual is why it still remains :))

But AAAA the ones i havent posted are unfinished, since i keep getting stuck or lose confidence in what I'm writing. I know i started the one i mentioned where the siblings talk about namida recently I'll try focusing on that next. You remain the only reason i still consider posting drabbles ajdjdjsksjd thanks i know i always look forward to your comments on them. But DUDE I'd love to read any other drabbles you'll write. I think so far you wrote the one where Namida got really upset and made a mess in her room & the really smutty one. I really wanna reread the first one so if you have a link pls send i read the most recent one a couple times already jesus. So good. Top tier stuff. Also if i forgot any others you posted please lmk 😩 but also just for u I'll make sure to try finishing more drabbles.

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Happy Accident (Steve Harrington x F reader)

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to my first stranger things Oneshot, sorry if I didn't get the character writing exactly right once I get used to writing for these characters I'll probably get better at that characterization. This was also supposed to be way longer than it actually was, but I cut off half of it and am most likely just going to make a part 2 for this. If y'all want a part 2 that is. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as usual, all likes, comments, reblogs, and follows are welcome and greatly appreciated. Happy reading!

Requested: No Warnings: the reader gets hit by a car, takes place when nancy dumped steve, canonical inaccuracies. Word count: 4,305

I yawned opening my eyes slowly as my dog whined into my ear pawing at my arm softly. "what, what I'm up I'm up" I told her giving her a pat on the head, to which she responded with enthusiastic tail wagging and a happy spin. I sat up on the couch where I had apparently fallen asleep, my gaze shifted from my dog to the tv where the ending scene for Grease was playing. I looked back at my German Sheppard who had sat herself next to my feet and was gazing up at me. "What? What do you want? Huh, baby?" I asked her taking her head into my hands, "you want some food?" I watched her ears perk up at the question and smiled, "and then what about a nice long walk?" She gave a bark at that and I looked at the clock, only 1 pm I could spare time for a long walk. Getting up off the couch I hit rewind to rewind the tape in the player and headed off to the kitchen to get my dog some food. She followed happily and barely let me move out the way of her bowl before diving into her food. I laughed returning to the living room and taking the VHS out of the player and putting it back in the case. Wandering off to my room I changed into some more comfortable walking clothes while waiting for (d/n) to finish eating. Her excited yips coming up the stairs alerted me she was done and she wanted her walk now. Putting my shoes on, I watched as (d/n) pushed my bedroom door open with her nose. "Okay okay, I'm coming!" I grabbed my walkman and my favorite tape and ushered her out of my room. "c'mon girl let's go" I patted my thigh and she came bounding towards me. I quickly grabbed her leash and hooked her up before locking the front door behind me. "all right (d/n) where to?" Her only response was taking off down the street insistently pulling me along behind her. I gave a gentle tug on her leash to signal she knows she's not supposed to pull and waved to my neighbor.

"Hi Mrs. Turnpike" I yelled to the elderly lady knitting on her porch, she looked up from her knitting and smiled at me.

"Oh hello (y/n) dear, how are you?" She asked loudly with a smile.

"I'm good just taking (d/n) out for a walk, how about yourself?" I asked politely, stopping to face her.

"oh you know how it is, suns out but I'm still old" She shrugged and I laughed, "you have a good walk dearie, be careful!" She warned

"I will, Mrs. Turnpike, see you later" I replied as (d/n) started pulling me again. Down the road and towards the school before she completely turned around and headed towards the woods. I put my headphones on and hit play on my tape music filling my ears as I followed after (d/n). I hummed along to the song playing as (d/n) turned off the main road and onto a side road in the direction of the deeper woods. I didn't mind walking through these parts since it was still pretty light outside. We walked down the side road for a while before (d/n) got spooked and bolted pulling the leash out of my hand and running into the trees. I yelled her name to get her to come back and turned around to see what had scared her but was met with a loud screech of tires, a thump, and pain flaring in my body before I descended into darkness.

When I finally came to I heard a panicked voice trying to coax me awake.

"shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, hey wake up, please wake up, please don't be dead, Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, please don't be dead" It was the voice of a man speaking frantically and much too quick for my groggy brain. "hey open your eyes, please open your eyes," the man said and I obliged. My eyelids felt heavy and I was suddenly aware of how bad my body hurt. "oh thank god, that's it eyes open c'mon" he kept talking and the world came into focus. I tried to sit up but pain exploded along my torso and I groaned.

"Ow" I groaned wincing, and I looked at the man he was handsome, but he pushed me back so I was laying down.

"no, no don't try and sit up, you're hurt, shit I'm so sorry," He told me in a much calmer tone than before.

"Yeah, I realize that Christ my head hurts" I replied laying my head back down on the ground, but was met with the man's hand on the back of my head to soften it. "What happened?" I asked closing my eyes again and trying to ignore the pounding in my head.

The man cleared his throat before responding "I uh, may have accidentally hit you with my car" he mumbled sheepishly "I mean thankfully I wasn't going fast enough to kill you right?" He gave a nervous laugh and cleared his throat again "I was able to stop before then so, and I don't think you have any broken bones? Nothing looks out of place. Anything feel wrong?"

"Yeah I just got hit by a car" I responded sharply as I brought my arm up to cover my eyes.

"Good point" he responded "I shou-"

"MY DOG WHERES MY DOG" I interrupted him quickly. And ignoring all my brain's signals to stop moving tried to sit up. "I was walking my dog where is she?" I asked

"Woah Woah Woah careful," he said placing his hand on my back to help me sit up. "I don't know where your dog went but I sent my friend to find him." He explained as I held my aching head.

"Her, her name is (d/n) and she won't follow your friend if she's never met them" I explained "I have to find her" I tried standing up only to have my knees buckle below me and the man rush to support me.

"I told you careful, Jesus Christ, okay uh well you obviously need to get to a hospital, you're in no shape to go looking for your dog in the woods" he responded turning his head to look towards the trees. He gave a shrill and very loud whistle "Dustin!" I cringed his yell only amplifying my headache.

"Ow my ears" I complained and his head turned back towards me quickly.

"Shit sorry" he responded as someone who I assumed was his friend 'Dustin ' came stomping through the trees grumbling.

"Steve we don't have fucking time for this!" He grumbled before noticing me being held up by the man who I now knew was Steve.

"Dustin yes we do have time for this! I just hit her with my fucking car, dart and your stupid code red can wait!" Steve argued back to the boy who huffed.

"Well I couldn't find the dog" he responded talking mainly to Steve but making brief eye contact with me as well.

"Yeah, I figured" I interjected, "she's a smart dog, but she won't have gone far" I responded clinging to Steve tighter to support myself as I tried to step forward wincing and risking a glance down at the side of my leg I saw it was all scraped up and bleeding. Looking at my arm I saw it was the same way, most likely from when I hit the ground. Placing my hand on my side I took a deep breath before trying to take another step toward the trees.

"No, no, absolutely not," Steve said, holding me back from walking any further with his support.

"I'm fine, I have to find (d/n)" I mumbled, to Steve who stood shaking his head.

"Fine but you're not taking another step, we'll find your dog, I promise" He sounded sincere enough for me to trust him, so I nodded my agreement. "alright you said your dog's name was (d/n)?" He asked. I nodded yes. "okay will she come if you yell for her?"

"If she's close enough she might" I was hesitant with my reply, mainly worrying about how far away she is.

"Okay um, well try calling for her a couple of times, see if my first aide kit is in my car" Steve ordered keeping his attention on me.

"(D/N)! C'mere girl!" I yelled trying to ignore how it made my head pound. "(D/N!) C'mere!" I shouted again giving a whistle as well.

"alright don't strain yourself" Steve glanced around the surrounding trees to see if she came running through the trees. "Dustin got that first aide kit?" He asked briefly turning away from me to look at his friend. The boy grumbled again and shut the trunk, walking back towards us with a big first aide kit in his hand. "excellent, alright uh, um, um what's your, uh what's your name?" He asked hesitantly, helping me up to sit on the hood of his car.

"(Y/n)" I replied watching him grab the first aide kit from Dustin. I decided to call for (d/n) again. Whistling loudly "(d/n), c'mere girl!" I looked around the trees while Dustin glared holes into the back of Steve's head, Steve on the other hand was focused only on me. He cleaned the scrapes on my arms and legs apologizing when I hissed at the burning. After he made sure all the blood was off and my wounds wouldn't get infected, he took my hand and stretched my arm out so he could wrap it up. Under any other circumstances, I would've blushed at the proximity to a cute guy, and thrown up at the thought of being taken care of by one, but I was too worried about finding my dog to let my brain fully divulge in that scenario.

"Jesus christ Steve will you hurry up, what about a code red situation do you not understand" Dustin grumbled walking closer to us to see what he was doing.

"Dustin shut up, (y/n) call for your dog again" Steve responded ignoring Dustin's previous comment, as I once again called for my dog. We settled back into silence, well as silent as we could be with Dustin grumbling about wasting precious time, as Steve started wrapping up my leg as well.

"So what's this code red?" I asked curiously, watching the boys pass a look to each other.

"oh it's nothing, nothing at all" Dustin assured me hurriedly, while Steve rolled his eyes at the boy. And gave the rest of me a once over to make sure I didn't have any more open wounds. "you should, uh call for your dog again..." Dustin continued making his way over to the passenger seat.

"(D/N)" I yelled again knowing it was probably useless, "if she hasn't come by now after hearing me yell for her I don't think she's nearby," I said with a frown. Steve hums in agreement as he presses the back of his hand to my forehead.

"Jesus Steve, you gonna kiss her better too? hurry the hell up!" Dustin said impatiently, I chuckled at Dustin's comment and looked up at Steve questioningly and he stared back for a moment, before clearing his throat, pulling his hand away, and looking away from my face, mumbling something. I was sure my eyes were playing tricks on me but I could have sworn I saw a faint blush on his cheeks. Dustin came back around to the front of the car and smacked steve on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna try calling for (d/n) one more time" I warned and they both nodded turning their attention to the woods. "(D/n)! Come here, please. (D/n)!" And that's when we heard it the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, the excited yips of my dog. I looked at the boys my face lighting up and I hopped off the car completely forgetting how sore I was, and almost fell to the floor, once again ending up being held up by Steve. "Nice catch," I said to Steve before immediately turning my attention back to calling my dog, "(D/n!)" I called and once again heard her barks closer this time.

"They came from there I think," Dustin remarked pointing in the direction we heard the barks from. I continued calling her moving forward towards her barks Steve not letting go of me for a second. It was only a few minutes later that we saw her come jumping through the bushes and trees. I sighed in relief, smiling when she ran up to me tail wagging and licking my ankles, before noticing the strangers at my side and becoming wary of our company, standing to face the strangers with her fur raised.

"It's okay (D/n) you can say hi," I said as Dustin kneeled down in front of her holding out his hand, she crept towards him sniffing his hand before letting him pet her, then turning her attention to steve she sniffed him before her tail started wagging and she pawed at his pant leg, circling around the three of us excitedly before Dustin picked up her leash and handed it to me.

"Alright well it's been a pleasure, but we have to get going" He spoke to me and gave Steve a pointed look.

"Dustin man we can't just leave her here in the middle of nowhere" Steve frowned at the younger boy, who let out an exasperated sigh.

"But we-her-Dart-code red- i- ughhhhh" He gave in eventually, "okay well where do we take her?" Dustin asked as if I couldn't hear them anymore.

"uhh, maybe my house?" I responded bluntly.

"you have someone there that can take care of you?" Steve asked concerned.

"uhh well, my dad works until late so he won't be home for a while" I explained pausing.

"and your mom?" Dustin questioned impatiently.

"Well, she uh passed away..." I responded slowly, and both their jaws dropped, as they started mumbling apologies, which I only waved away. 'no no it's fine it was a while ago" I replied.

"Okay well, um you okay with going to the hospital?" Steve asked.

"No no no no no no" Dustin interjected, "that'll take way too long Steve, how many times do I have to say CoDe RED."

"Okay fine then she comes with us Dustin cause I'm not gonna leave her alone, just cause you have a code red" Steve responded starting to get angry.

"god damnit Steve fine" Dustin responded with a glare thrown towards me, and Steve started pulling me back to the car, my dog following happily along behind us. Steve eased me into the passengers seat, I picked up a bouquet of roses off the seat and smelled them. Steve gave the flowers a pained look so I put them in the backseat. Dustin protested greatly to having to sit in the backseat, until (d/n) climbed onto the seat next to him, and laid her head across his lap. He begrudgingly started petting her. I quickly fell asleep and only awoke to steve shaking me telling me that we arrived, at apparently Dustin's house.

"alright Steve get your bat," Dustin said casually getting out of the car and instructing (D/n) to stay in the car. I looked at Dustin questioningly, then gave an Identical look to Steve who shrugged sheepishly and got out, and went to his trunk. I also climbed out of the car, leaning against it to gain some balance, unsupported. Steve huffed at me but I waved him away as Dustin led us around the back of his house, I limped after the boys, Steve walking extra slow to keep an eye on me while swinging his bat casually. We got to the back of Dustin's house in one piece, and he pointed steve towards the cellar door. "He's in there Steve, you need to kill it"

"I'm sorry what?!?!?" I screeched, moving a couple of steps back only then noticing the end of Steves bat was covered in nails. Dustin glanced at me, as Steve opened the doors prepared to swing at whatever was down there. Dustin came to stand in front of me in an almost protective stance, as I stared at both boys horrified, but unable to leave. Steve stepped further into the cellar keeping his bat at the ready as he looked around.

"Holy shit" we heard Steve say from in the cellar.

"what? what is it," Dustin asked.

"he's not down here, but something else is" Steve replied, as Dustin hurried down the steps to see what Steve was talking about, and against my better Judgement I followed behind him. At a much slower pace of course, when I got down there my hand flew to my mouth in shock, dangling from the end of Steve's baseball bat was what looked like the shedded skin of a giant lizard.

"what the fuck is that!" I said loudly backing up away from steve and his bat, I was ignored by both boys as they spoke amongst themselves.

"He molted again," Dustin told steve touching the gross skin, Steve hummed in agreement making a face when Dustin touched the skin.

"and look Dustin, now we know why he's not down here" Steve pointed to a giant hole in the wall, a tunnel that led somewhere off in the distance, barely big enough for a large dog to fit in.

"We gotta find him before he grows any bigger" Dustin looked at Steve and Steve nodded in agreement tossing the skin into a corner of the room and wiping the nails of his bat dry.

"Can one of you please tell me what's going on? What the hell is that skin from, who are you trying to kill?" I spoke quietly but frantically my voice hoarse and on the verge of tears. Steve gave Dustin his bat and hurried to my side rubbing my back, to calm me down. The boys looked at each other and had what seemed like a silent conversation with each other, this went on for a little while before I stepped away from Steve's hold and faced the boys. "If you guys don't tell me what's going on and who you're trying to kill I'll have no choice but to go to the police," I told them my voice wobbly from tears. Steve gave Dustin a pointed look at this, and Dustin threw his hands in the air.

"Fine fine go ahead and tell her, I don't care" Dustin moved over to the tunnel in the wall while Steve took my arm and sat me down on a bench.

"Okay so everything I'm about to tell you is going to sound insane, but it's all true, I swear on my incredibly good hair" He started and I nodded slowly.

Steve took his sweet time explaining everything to me, with Dustin occasionally jumping in with details that Steve didn't completely know about, and together they filled me in on the whole unbelievable story, starting from when Dustin's friend Will disappeared, to them finding the girl with superpowers, to the weird lab, to the other dimension and all its monsters, until this very moment, sitting in Dustin's Cellar, looking for a monster dog thing named Dart that ate Dustin's cat.

"This is fucking insane and unbelievable, and completely crazy you guys know that right? I don't 100% believe you but that skin is not from any creature I've ever seen so your story may have some truth to it" I stood up and started pacing, back and forth both boys keeping their eyes on me expectantly. "I can't believe I'm saying this but Fuck it, I believe you guys." The boys' faces lit up at this and I cut them off "but BUT if I find out that this was just one elaborate prank I will let (D/n) bite you guys, and rip you limb from limb do you understand me" my eyes flickered between both boys and they nodded solemnly. "Good, glad we're clear on that, now... how do we find Dart? That's his name right?" Dustin nodded as Steve stood up and brought our attention to him.

"oh no no no no sweetheart you are not going anywhere or finding anything," Steve said stepping towards me and looking down at me, Dustin and I stared at each other and then back at Steve flabbergasted.

"what do you mean? You can't just tell me all that information and expect me not to want to join in on the hunt!" I replied and Dustin sprung up from his chair and came to stand next to me signifying he was on my side.

"no no, I'm not letting you get hit by a car and fight some monsters within the same day." Steve said crossing his arms.

"Steve we really do need all the help we can get with fighting these things" Dustin pointed out helpfully

"yeah, yeah, I bet you do, plus you guys already lost this guy once which proves how exceptionally bad you are at this."

"nu-uh don't rope me in with him, HE put this thing in his cellar, and HE lost it and dragged me to come to clean up his mess, I was just trying to give flowers t-" he paused and gave me a quick glance before cutting himself off "what I was doing isn't important, point is its HIS fault" Steve replied jabbing Dustin in the chest.

"ow hey, I tried," Dustin said sheepishly, and I threw my arm around the young boy and squeezed his shoulder.

"yeah STEVE he's just a kid! you expect him to fight these things on his own" I said defensively, to which Dustin nodded.

"I what I uh FINE FINE you can come with us, but if you die don't blame me!" Steve sighed as Dustin and I cheered. "So how are we gonna find Dart?" Steve asked and we stood in contemplative silence for a minute, until Dustin spoke up.

"hey (y/n) how good at tracking is your dog?" Dustin asked glancing toward the molten skin.

"I'd say probably pretty good, she's a german Sheppard and the police use them to detect stuff all the time so. I mean she's never been properly trained to track stuff but I can try to give her some basic commands." I said with a shrug, as a devilish grin spread across Dustin's face.

"Perfect, steve go get her" Dustin ordered and Steve marched off to get my dog from his car.

"Guys come on up!" Steve shouted and I slowly made my way up the stairs while Dustin went to get Dart's shedded skin. Exiting the Cellar I realized how dark it was.

"I'm not taking (d/n) into the woods when it's dark just telling you now, especially now that I know there are monsters on the loose," I told them straight out, and Steve leaned against his car as Dustin shoved darts old skin in a bucket.

"But we have to find Dart!" Dustin protested looking to steve for backup, but Steve put his hands up.

"I agree with her Dustin, it's too late and too dangerous to be out in the woods at night looking for Dart, plus (y/n) should rest a little, and you should too. Go inside, go to bed I'll pick you up tomorrow and we'll come up with a plan." Steve ordered pointing to Dustin's front door, and Dustin turned around trudging towards the door slowly. I turned to Steve nervously.

"So want me to take you home for the night?" Steve asked as I moved towards him leaning up against his car next to him. I was quiet for a moment, as I looked over my wrapped arm and leg. so Steve turned to look at me "(Y/n)?" I brought myself back to focus and answered.

"I don't really think I want my dad seeing me like this in the morning, 'cause then he'll start asking a bunch of questions and stuff. If I can get to a phone though I can call a friend and stay at their house tonight" I responded reaching through the open window to pet (d/n) Steve nodded and stayed silent for a moment, before speaking.

"You uh, you could just spend the night at my place if you want?" He asked looking away from me. "I mean you totally don't have to or whatever but like the offer is there." He rushed the words out, his voice faltering towards the end of his sentence.

"I mean sure, but won't your parents mind the intrusion," I asked keeping my eyes on my feet.

He laughed dryly "ha I doubt they're even home, the place is pretty much empty most days except for me"

"oh, I'm sorry" I patted his arm gently and (d/n) gave his elbow a small kiss, which made him smile.

"Nah Nah not your fault, so have you made your decision?" he asked "wanna spend the night at the old casa de Harrington" He joked lightly.

"sure why not" I gave him a small smile, as he pushed himself off the side of the car and walked around to the driver's seat, I climbed into the passenger's seat and gave a quick glance back at Dustin's house, where I saw him peeking at us through his blinds. I laughed and gave him a small wave and he closed the blinds as Steve drove off.

--To be continued?--

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