#i’m going cross eyed and starting to question of this is even a little bit cohesive so i think i just need to post it and then sleep

[luthwhore]

“nona the ninth,” by tamsyn muir // superman: the last days of lex luthor, by mark waid // hozier’s twitter // superman: birthright, by mark waid // “sorry,” by halsey // superman (2023) #1, by joshua williamson // tumblr user dykeyphantom // smallville s10e22 // “poem,” by langston hughes

[screampied]

true form sukuna trying to be gentle with reader bcs he’s aware of the size difference and his (two) big cock 🤭🤭

Ⳋ᧙ : sukuna going gentle while you try to take two of him

warnings. fem! reader, true form sukuna, size difference, praise, dirty talk, cowgirl, mdni.

“…. gentle,” he grumbles with a relaxed pout pressing against his lips.

you hovered over him, staring at the curse with a doe eyed look. he had his arms crossed, his lingering towards every inch of your body before muttering, a hand grabbing onto your waist. “princess. ya can barely take one, what makes you think ya think…”

“please ‘kuna,” you huffed, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the side part of his mouth. the stare he gives you makes you throb.

you’re so drenched prior, eagerly rocking against his bulge just to earn a choked grunt from him. “i can, jus’ go slow.”

“slow she says,” he clicks his tongue, giving you nothing more but a mere eye roll. he was always sassy — especially with you. “as you wish. hold onto me, pretty. don’t let go. and,” he pauses, bringing a thumb towards your chin. “look riiight at me. i wanna see that face of yours when you get stretched.”

“okay.” you breathe, wrapping both arms around his neck.

his chest was bare, your pupils found itself skimming down his perfectly chiseled body. the darkened black marks that decorated parts of his body… similar if not equivalent to tattoos. he gives you another stare, and it’s more smug.

sukuna’s so thick, he watches as your maw open a bit before you let off a moan.

“yeahh,” he gruffs, and it’s in more of a question. you slump onto his chest, still sinking down on his length, feeling the girth of his cock.

his own jaw tightens at the grip your pussy has. slow, you went slow, you felt each and every inch relax your walls.

as if he wasn’t already deep inside you just merely moments ago. he chuckles at you burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“oh. ohhh. don’t do that, i want you to look at me, princess. you getting shy on me? pity.”

“i’m not,” you whined, each time he sank further and further into your walls. it felt so good, you squeezed your eyes closed for a brief moment, dragging a few nails down his thigh. “fuckkk.”

“sensitive little thing,” he purrs, and his eye contact remained on you….the entire time.

sukuna slides a tongue against his lips, and he leans back in such a manspreading slutty position.

you found yourself pulsing profusely, even if it was just from his body language let alone. “ya do this every time. how’s it feel?”

a moan departs from your spit-glossed lips as you sat up to face sukuna again, and he tilts his head frivolously.

“good. good,” you utter, the stretch nearly leaving you speechless.

a second skips before you swallow a lump in your throat. the moment you felt his base thwack against your cunt, you shuddered in desire. “that’s both r-right?”

“…nah,” is all he says after a long silence just to mess with you. you end up pouting, feeling the tips of your ears rise up to a scorching hot temperature. “babygirl, that’s just one. did ya already forget?”

“oh y-yeah,” you stuttered, hearing sukuna shuffle a bit. you moan, feeling his other shaft prod against your hole. you scrape your teeth beneath near your lip before letting off a sweet moan for the curse to hear. “you’re so f-fuckin’ big, ‘kuna.”

“for you, always.” he whispers in a rough tone, snaking an arm around your waist again. he cups your chin, making you gawk deep into his eyes before pressing a wet kiss against your mouth. “tell me. if i praise you some more, will that make you more soaked for me?”

you open your mouth, but another moan comes out and he snickers.

“tch. silly little girl,” he shakes his head, coating another kiss — multiple, all over your mouth until your lips start to quiver for more of his aching touch. “taking both, sooo good. think i perhaps underestimated you, huh.”

his words sent your mind into a frenzy.

you were indeed soaked, drenched even. being stuffed, gradually having another one of his cocks slow its way into you was nearly enough to make you drool.

“s-sukuna,” you panted, legs of your started to feel a bit rickety against the king of curses. “praise me some more, please.”

with a swift eye roll and a smirk, he brings his arms around you, wrapping them around your frail body.

“oh … princess, you’re doing so well for me,” he hums, and your pussy continued to clutch all around and against him.

both parts of him, you moaned, eyes fluttering before he gives you a head pat. that earns a cute noise from you as you lean into his touch, a smile curling amongst his pink lips. “always know how to take it. like the good pretty girl you are f’me.”

you whimper, stuttering hips making a weak attempt to rock against him before you gasp. with your legs unendingly shaking still, you felt that familiar surge pulse through you.

clinging onto sukuna, you sob out a sweet moan before that’s when you don’t even realize you just came, again.

“hm,” he raises his brows, fingers of his running down your spine as a way to smooth you. sukuna’s thigh starts to bounce idly before he looks down at the sticky mess, your sticky mess. “is that it? what happened to your little confidence, pretty girl?”

breathless pants ran out of your mouth as your ear pressed against his chest. your eyelids were low, feeling sukuna’s dicks twitch inside of you, you moan as a response.

“oh, how pitiful,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, bringing you closer towards his chest. his warmth made you sigh, and he then leans in to kiss your forehead. he grins once he spots that same pout of yours. “came too early, did we? that’s okay. just means you need a little more training.”

“s-sorry.” you sheepishly reply, your face practically being smushed against his pec.

sukuna gives you a leer before humming. “awh. don’t be sorry,” and you’re surprised once he lifts you up, making you get off of him before you now find yourself lying flat on your chest. “let me show you how it’s really done, princess. just liiiie down and keep that pretty face facin' forward. yeah. good girl.”

[bchan95]

Picture Perfect (Bang Chan x Y/N)

Chan feels uncertain about his style choices, and you're determined to make him feel good about them.

Throwing on the oversized jacket, Chan tilted his head. Studying his appearance in the mirror, he sighs.

“This jacket feels… like a lot,” He starts, spinning back toward you. “What do you think?”

You smirk. The jacket was very Chan. Simple. Black. Sturdy. He loved being decked out in black clothing. You cross your leg, leaning a little to the left to drink him in fully. The simple rolled jeans, the big bulky brown shoes and a plain white t-shirt. Although the outfit may look simple, you couldn’t help but admire his effort.

He shook his head at you “Your silence is killing me…”

You bit down on your bottom lip, lifting yourself off the bed and over in his direction. Your arms wrap completely around him as you approach, leaning your head back to look at him again. His dimple is popped as he smiles down at you, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist too.

“I think...” You start, giggling a bit under your breath under his gaze. “I think you look so cool, Bang Chan.”

You watch as his cheeks begin to flush pink, rolling his eyes at you as he taps your backside lightly. You reach up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek, bringing the color on his cheeks to a bolder red.

“Baby… don’t tease me.”

You shook your head, pressing your lips to his cheek once more before looking him in the eyes again. You tightened your grip around him with a wide smile splashed across your face.

“I’m not teasing honey,” you started, admiring the crinkle of his nose. “You know I love your style. Simple, but effortlessly sexy.”

You would have thought Chan’s head was going to explode the way he stared at you wide-eyed. You just giggled again, pressing a kiss to his lips this time and sticking your hands in his back pockets. He pressed two, three, four more to yours.

Finally separating, he releases your waist and grabs your hand. Guiding you towards the door, you can’t help but gaze at him as you wander through the living room and out the front door. He had put on that musky cologne that you loved and let his hair drape naturally and wavy on his head.

You had actually begged him not to take you out to a fancy restaurant for once. You longed for a casual, lowkey date night like when you first started dating. Nervously trying to come up with questions for each other to answer as you walked up and down the streets of Seoul. Eating street cart food and looking over at the water before he’d throw his jacket over your shoulders and walk you home.

Now that Chan’s group has made it big, he loves to spoil you. Not that you can complain. You have every perfume, tiny black dress and big romance book you could ever ask for. Fancy five-star dinners just to celebrate the tiniest accomplishments you had at work.

But what you were really craving was just time with him. He had been so busy. First the Maniac album and tour, and then several follow-up projects within the last year… he was nonstop. He’d of course always make time for date night, but it never felt right that you didn’t get the time to just be with him. To be relaxed. Not trying to perform for anyone in particular. Even if it’s just his leveled-up innate kindness to the waiter. You knew that Chan just did this to show you how much he loved and valued you, and you never wanted to feel ungrateful.

That’s why a few nights ago when you brought up the idea of a chilled winter walk and with a quick bite to eat, he looked at you gobsmacked. He fully sat down on the couch next to you, your hands in his, rubbing soft circles on the tops.

“Baby… are you unhappy with our dates lately?”

His eyes were wide and pleading. You shook your head furiously and squeezed his hands.

“Oh god no Channie nothing like that… I just,” you stop, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment. “I just want a night where we can just let go together. No dressing up, no fancy dinners… just us.”

He nods, staying quiet for a moment. His hands dart to your intertwined hands as they rock back and forth.

“Chan…” He looks back up at you with wide glossy eyes. You shake your head and lean up to touch his cheek. “Oh baby, I love everything that you do for me… but I just want a simple night out this time. I promise you’ve done nothing wrong.”

He leaned into your touch, pressing his lips to the side of your hand before looking back at you and nodding, a soft smile across his lips.

So, now you were hand and hand with him, walking leisurely through the darkened streets, filled with bright lights. You smiled to yourself as you watched Chan take everything in. It had been a while since he had been this silent. You slightly shake his hand that’s in yours to get his attention. He looks over at you and his lips curl up slightly.

“Channie baby, are you okay?”

He nods “Yeah, I just….” He sighs, rolling his neck back and forth before stopping the two of you and pulling off to the side of the street.

“Chan?” You were getting anxious now. Maybe he hated this idea and didn’t want to do this lowkey date night. Maybe you had crossed a line.

“Chan,” you started again, your eyes darting across his face. “If you don’t want to do this, it was a silly date idea anyway and-“

Chan zeros back in on you, viciously shaking his head back and forth. He pulled you in closer, but his eyes stayed glued to the ground.

“Do you think…” he sighs before continuing. “Do you think this jacket looks like I’m trying too hard?”

You furrowed your eyebrows together “What do you mean?”

Chan sighs again, eyes finally meeting yours with a pleading stare. “I don’t know, this whole brand name stuff is kind of new to me… I just don’t know if it suits me.”

A small smile pulls across your face as you look at your bashful boyfriend. He looked good effortlessly, and it blew your mind that he thought anything otherwise. You knew his friends would make silly jokes about how “aesthetic” his Instagram has become, and Stays everywhere begging for designer brands to swoop him up in a deal. They all meant well, but you were sure that Chan felt the pressure to look cool.

“Chan… I think you look so cool, baby…”

He sighs “You’re not just saying that?”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Have I ever lied to you?”

He shook his head quickly, leading your smile to widen even more. Your eyes take in your surroundings. In the distance, you see a cool, open building. You weren’t sure if it was actually open, but you had an idea. You grabbed Chan’s hand and started running down the street. He protested, asking a lot of questions but letting you pull him along behind you.

Once you stepped up to the building, you pulled at the door. It opened with ease, and you quickly pulled Chan inside. Once you were inside the building, you smiled looking up at a plain white staircase ahead of you. You tugged on Chan’s hand, pulling him in front of you.

“Go stand up there.”

He looked at you in confusion, staying where he was. “Why?”

You let go of his hand, reaching up and shoving his shoulder forward.

“Just go! Trust me!”

Chan strolled up the stairs, looking down at you in confusion. You grabbed your phone, pointing it in his direction. Once you have your placement you smile up at him. Chan is still thoroughly confused, standing at the side of the staircase.

“Baby,” you call up to him, pointing him toward the middle. “Go to the middle of the staircase.”

He still looked confused, but walked sideways and inched toward your placement. He looked at you expectedly, waiting for his next direction.

“Okay, so I want you to put your hands in your jacket pockets. He followed your instructions and you giggled to yourself before moving forward. “Now I want you to turn your face to the right and smile, and act like you’re walking down.”

“Baby what are you…”

“Just do it, Chan.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks flush pink once you realize how sharp your tone has been.

“Please, baby?”

It’s his turn to chuckle at you. He follows your instructions and you snap a few photos. You look back up at him with a smile before looking down at your phone and scrolling through the pictures.

“Perfect!”

Before he can ask any more questions, you guide him upstairs and set him down in a chair. He looks at you bewildered, watching you post his hands, resting his elbows on the sides of the chair and spreading his legs ever so slightly before moving back to the side.

“Okay baby look slightly to the right again, but this time let your face just sit naturally.”

“Y/N…”

You pout, lip jutting out as you look up at him. “Chan please, it will only take a second.”

He complies, letting you snap a few more photos before pulling him outside. His giggles ring through your ears as you pull him back onto the street. Before you can pull him down the road again, his firm arm pulls you back into him, a small smile pressed against his lips as he looks down at you.

“Sweetheart, what are you scheming…”

You bat your eyelashes at him, widening your gaze. “Nothing Channie, just helping you get Instagram photos. Is that okay?”

He smiles even wider “Baby why do I need Instagram photos right now? That can wait-“

You interrupt him, your hands grabbing at the sides of his jacket, bouncing on the balls of your toes.

“But Channie, this outfit is so perfect. Let me just take a couple more please please please?” You pout again, his hand coming up, finger tapping against your lip, silently instructing you to put it back in.

“Fine baby, but then we’re getting you something to eat,” He grabs your hands, feeling the chill of your palms.  “and something warm to drink because it’s getting cold and you didn’t bring mittens.”

You nod, biting back a squeal. You push Chan a bit back from you in front of the Deli sign. Just as you raise your phone again, snow starts to softly fall from the sky. You smile as you see Chan try to capture some into the palm of his hand. Your heart melts, quickly switch over to the record button to take a quick clip of his antics.

He finally notices you filming and motions “no no no” trying to lower your camera. You frown, shaking your head.

“But Chan you are so cute. I have to keep that video.”

You show him the quick clip, loving the way he shies away from your eyes as his cheeks turn rosy. You quietly take a few steps back, snapping two photos of him smiling without knowing before he pleads for his release.

“You’re done now baby,” he says, taking the phone from your hand and placing it into his pocket.

You giggle to yourself as you grab his hand again, this time letting him lead you down the corridor to a nearby shop. You lift his hand up, pressing a kiss to it quickly. He turns back around, halting you both. He leans forward and captures your lips. As you pull away, he smiles brightly at you.

“Handsome,” you mutter softly, keeping your eyes on him. “You are so so handsome baby, don’t forget that.”

He presses his forehead into yours for a moment, leaning in for one more quick peck before guiding you down the freshly fallen snowy path.  

[royalsweetteaa]

Title: Take cover

Pairing: Winter soldier/Bucky barnes x reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following fic contains: dark themes, stalking, obsessive/protective behavior from Bucky, Bucky is semi delusional/mentally unstable, fluff (in the end), reader is a bit naive, post-CATWS, Bucky on the run, fluff.

Summary: you discover someone has been watching you, - but like a guardian angel or a viscous stalker? You’re about to find out.

“I know what you’re doing.” You called out to the man hiding in the shadows. “Leave me the hell alone.”

For weeks you had noticed something off with your daily routine. You felt watched, - like someone had their eyes following your every movement as you went about your days.

It was about a week in where you caught a man walking the same route as yours a distance behind you. It wasn’t the first time you had been followed, - in fact you could have sworn you were followed by three men a while back but they disappeared after a second glance. This guy was someone else entirely though.

You had never seen him before, and while it could have been merely a coincidence that he was taking the same routes you take on a daily, that reassurance was quickly crossed out when you started to test him, - to see if while you stood still he’d walk right past. But he never did. When you stopped or slowed your tempo, so did he. When you walked a different route, so did he.

It was beyond creepy, and it didn’t help that he was dressed basic with his cap hiding his face and a brown jacket. Only thing that made him different from other men was his longer dark brown hair and his taller figure. Not many men in town were quite as tall as him, which made you feel even more threatened.

As you became more aware of him, you stopped taking afternoon strolls and tried your best to be in crowds to feel safer. It didn’t work much as he never seemed to loose track of you though. Walking into your favorite cafe didn’t stop him from waiting around the area to continue his stalking as soon as you got out. You didn’t think he could have a job with how much time he was occupying following you from work to back home.

You thought of going to the police, but in this town in particular there was little to no such luck of getting actual help from the police, let alone a stalker case where the guy in question could argue he’s just walking around by his right to do so. So, it left you with two options; either hope for the best of not getting murdered (or worse) by your stalker or confront him.

The 5th week was your last straw, and you decided to go with the confrontation as you were standing outside of your apartment, eying directly at the man who had done nothing but walk after you.

The man was stunned when he heard you, not leaving his spot, - as if he couldn’t believe he was caught. When your eyes at him told otherwise, he left the corner of the next block building, slowly walking towards you.

He mumbled, “I’m sorry, I was just…”

“Stop following me or I’ll call the police.” You interrupted with a harsher tone.

This seemed to make the man agitated, and he reached out his hands in surrender. “No, please! Don’t! I have a perfect explanation for it all. Hear me out, - I won’t get any closer to you.” He offers reassurance, not making you any less scared but he sounded convincing enough to give him a chance of explaining himself.

First thought that came to mind was he could possibly be working for secret service, or something like that. Crimes had been on the rise in this part of town, and there had been rumors of FBI lurking around to check after illegal activity. But what could you have possibly done to make yourself seem suspicious?

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think. I promise, I would never. The reason why I’ve been following you all this time is to protect you, Y/N.”

How does he know my name? You had to wonder. “Protect me?” You repeated his answer in question. “What’s that supposed to mean? From what? Who are you?” You added questions, emphasizing the last one.

The man swallows before he answers, “My name is James but friends in my past used to call me Bucky, - I think. And I’m protecting you cause…there are a lot of terrible people around than you realize. People who would want to hurt you. I knew the moment I saw you that I was meant to protect you from those people.”

He thinks his name is that of what he told? Trying to protect me from terrible people? His answers confused you even more. He must be on something, and it freaked you out knowing you were dealing with a crazy person. “Y-You should seek medical attention. I don’t think you’re in your right state of mind -!”

“You don’t understand!” He interrupted you and broke out. “You’re the only thing, - person, who brings consistency to my life. Me using hours and nights looking after you, to make sure you leave for work and come home safe gives me a purpose. I… - I have nothing left to live for.”

Your lips fall a little, sad as you had only heard those lines in fiction used typically of that one hopeless character clinging to the last branch of hope before it all falls for them. Why did you have to be so sympathetic? You had no idea who this man was. One thing for sure, he was a fucking stalker.

You should call the police as you speak, but you don’t want to.

Why didn’t you want to? Why weren’t you running into your apartment and locking the front door? Why did you want to get a closer look at him?

“Sir, I…”

“Call me Bucky. Please.”

“Bucky, listen…I don’t know your life story, but this isn’t healthy. This is obsessive. We don’t even - you don’t even know me!”

“I know enough to like you.” He argued. “I know you like animals, - you sometimes trail off from your main path home over to the park to watch the dogs play there. You order any sweets at the cafe but only if there’s strawberry or vanilla in it, - strawberry milkshake, vanilla shortcake, - you name it. I know you’re a good person, always opening the door for the elderly by the library and voluntarily help stack books by the shelves. I have caught you smiling when you read romance novels. Those seem to be your favorite genre. You live alone, no siblings or parents in the picture that I know of. You’ve always been…alone, for as long as I’ve been watching after you. That makes the two of us in a sense.”

Why did he have to call you out like that? Sure, it was nothing but the truth. You didn’t have people you could call friends at work, and you had long ago lost contact with your friends from college. Also, you did in fact have no siblings but you did have parents - you just weren’t on speaking terms at the moment.

You were alone as one could possibly be.

You didn’t know what you could add to what he had said as it was mostly true, but you didn’t need to as Bucky continued, “First time I laid my eyes on you…three men walked behind you in that lonesome street in the evening. I know you saw them cause you turned around once. They had knives in their pockets, and one of them had a rope. I was only a small distance away when I heard them say ‘let’s get her’. So, as you made the corner, I beat them up, one by one. Because like I said, I wouldn’t want anyone to hurt you. You don’t deserve that at all. You deserve to be safe. That is why it’s you. It may sound dumb but I believe it was fate. I feel at peace when I know you’re okay, and I can’t remember the last time I felt that. He doesn’t allow peace in my mind, but he seems to make you an exception.”

You’re simply taken away by what you had been told. So your gut instincts were right, - you were followed then too, except apparently they hadn’t just disappeared. Your stalker took care of them.

Bucky let you process in silence till you started to get closer to him as you asked him all of a sudden, “Are you armed?”

“No…- well, I do have this…” Bucky reveals as he removes his jacket carefully, showing the metal arm he has forcibly attached to him. Your mouth parts a little, your eyes widening at the sight before you turn to look at the ground.

“You don’t have a place to stay?” You ask.

He shook his head with a sigh. “No. But I’m used to it.”

You look up again, offering the unexpected, “Come. I have an extra mattress in my apartment. You can use that while we figure out your situation.”

Bucky looked up at you in awe, beyond shocked of what you had just suggested. If it wasn’t dead quiet at this time of hour, he would have assumed he heard you wrong. “But why? I thought you said that…”

“I have heard of you, you know. That metal arm of yours with the red star…you have been around for quite some time, yet you haven’t aged. My uncle who worked for the military knew about you as he was a witness at the Hotel Inessa where an assassin with a metal arm just like yours committed a massacre. Ever since that day he used the next years connecting the dots to previous cases, and he told me all about it once. That was before…he got taken out within the base. No one knew for what particular reason but I always knew. And what do I know, he was right. You’re real. You’re the winter soldier.” You conclude, putting Bucky on the spot as he realized just how small the world was.

The odds of someone outside of government officials knowing of his past was unlikely, yet here he was, the one person he found purpose with knew about it. He didn’t like it. She must think I’m a monster, - rightfully so, he thought. “I don’t know what to say…I-“

“You didn’t kill him.” You cut him off, “Person of interest was described to have two human arms. He was presumably a Russian spy within the base and took it upon himself to take out my uncle before more came out about what he knew.”

He shrugs, “Still…it doesn’t make sense why you would allow me into your home, - now knowing what I’ve done, what I was controlled to do. It was still me. So again I ask…why?”

“Because, I need answers,” you reasoned. “And knowing what I’ve learned about you, you would have taken me out a long time ago if you had plans to do so. And it’s clear to me that you’re a bit out of it but from what I understand, seeking psychiatrical help is out of the question for you. So let’s help each other. You’ve been in hiding, right?”

Bucky nodded again, “They’re still after me, you know. I can’t drag you into my mess.”

“Well, you have been good at hiding so far, and if something happens you’ll protect me, right? Like you’ve done all this time.” You remind him.

He smiled shyly as he let out a quiet ‘yeah’. He was sure he would keep doing that with his life.

With that, you let him into your place, not aware that this was only the beginning of a heartfelt relationship with the ex-winter soldier himself, - one that would bond the two of you for eternity.

N/A: I know this was short but there might be a part two for this if I’m feeling up for it! Let me know what you liked and if you’d like a next part.

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! Thank you!

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Congrats on the 5K! You deserve it! Also good luck with the florist job!

And so happy that request are open for 5K special! I hope that Im not too late-

I'd like to request a Alex Keller fic, I have this wholesome idea. Reader would be a librarian who is fascinated with military stuff, you know always reading those history book about wars or military forces! And Alex could have days off from his work and decided to spend those days in library reading some books? Reader gets to know that he is from military and instantly ask stuff!

Yes I was inspired by the fact you're working as a florist now. I just love these tropes!

Take care! 💗

—Bright-Eyed History Lesson

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╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞

“I knew it,” you smile widely, looking smug. The blond ahead of you furrows his brow, releasing a gentle puff of laughter at the look on your face, grinning. 

“And what do you mean by that?” Your book has been long placed down on the counter, expression lively and your shift finally brought to a point of enjoyment. It was a good day when Alex Keller showed up at the library, and it was even better when he went out of his way to talk to you and entice your little quirk. It had been an obsession since grade school, really, a need to inhale all knowledge about anything warlike.

“It means,” your voice echoes out over the quiet area, “that I have an impeccable ability to read people.” 

Alex rolls his eyes, arms going to cross over his chest as his feet reset themselves. His blue eyes level you with a fake expression of exasperation. The light blush on his cheeks gives him away. 

“You did not know that I was involved with the Forces just by how I looked,” he says slowly, shaking his head. “I have no doubt you’re smart, Sunshine, but that’s a stretch even by me.”

“Keller,” you raise a brow and smirk. “You’re like a walking enlistment form, c’mon. A literal picture boy.” 

“Are you going to let me check out or is this going to be an hour-long back-and-forth?” 

“Well I don’t know,” you tilt your head, eyelids crinkled. “Are you going to let me ask you questions?”

Alex raises a brow, itching at his mustache as he sighs through a chuckle. “Aren't you on the job, Ma’am?” 

“My curiosity,” you hold out a palm for the book he wishes to check out, and he produces the item from one of his hands and lightly passes it to you with a soft expression, eyes melting as you chuckle. “Stops for no one.”

“Yeah, I’m seein’ that.” He takes back his book and you smile, skin going hot. 

“Am I coming on too strong?” He blinks at you, putting his rented item under his arm and shaking his head firmly soon after.

“Hell, if all I have to do today is talk to a woman like yourself, I’d count it as time well spent.” Your confidence fizzles into shyness, eyes going wide at the hidden compliment in the smooth words. Alex smirks, lips twitching before his head tilts to the twin chairs in the corner of the entryway. “Sit with me?”

Your smile turns sheepish, and your heart skips a beat in your chest. 

“Okay.”

Alex had been coming around for months, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’d become a bit infatuated with the handsome blond and his mustache; those tattoos that span up his arms in splashes of color. He was kind—respectful. He gave you a soft smile every time he walked through the front door, tilting his head your way in greeting as you waved from behind the counter. When he began checking out books on war history, stories from long past conflicts, you’d given tidbits of your own knowledge over in passing, not expecting much of it. 

But, well, Alex had that air about him—the one that gave you a feeling he was either in for forces himself or had been previously. 

You both sit in the soft chairs in the entryway, your eyes alight with interest that the man can’t help but stare at as your lips start dancing. Your questions make him happy because it makes you happy to ask them, and the sight of your shining grin is like a blanket on a cold day. 

He wouldn’t have checked out all of those books if not to see you again, of course. He’s not some scholar—there are only so many hours in the day to read. He still has a stack in his room he needs to get through. 

Alex laughs, easing out with a raised hand. “One at a time, Sweetheart.”

You itch at the side of your neck, shrugging as you take him in with a tease. “At least try to keep up, Alex.”

His body shifts as you say his name, the warm lights of the library around you and the air filled with the scents of cinnamon and old leaves. Blue eyes shine, blinking away with a laugh as he clears his throat to try and hide the plain happiness in it. 

“Yeah, yeah, alright. I’ll try, but at least show me a bit of mercy over here, Doll.” You hum, leaning on the arm of the chair to be closer to him. Alex’s breath lightly hitches as you smirk. 

“How long until you need to leave?” Your voice asks out, and he watches you as if you’re the only person to exist. 

Bless his soul, he was absolutely lost to you.

Alex’s face goes a shade of red. 

“I’m here as long as you need me,” he says and matches your level of mischievousness with a quirk of his brow. “You’ve heard about the cat that got killed by his curiosity, yeah? Well, I’d hate to have that happen to you, Ma’am. Seems I’ve got my work cut out.”

If it was possible, you think you just fell in love.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mention of parental death, mentions of abuse

Word Count: 4388

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You sat cross-legged on the floor of the boys’ motel room, sipping a coffee you’d run out to get earlier that morning. Dean was on his computer, and you were responding to the potential cases he’d found.

“A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali—” Dean started.

“Ooh, I like Cali,” you cut him off.

“—Its crew vanished.” He finished.

“And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas.” 

“Meh, that’s boring. Let somebody else handle that one,” you dismissed.

Dean noticed Sam hadn’t spoken in just about the last hour. He was frantically scribbling on a notepad.

“Hey,” Dean called to his brother. “Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?”

“No. I’m listening. Keep going.”

He clearly wasn’t.

“And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times.”

“Ooh, I like that one,” you said. 

Dean leaned over and waved a hand in front of Sam’s face. “Any of these things blowin’ up your skirt, pal?”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows at his notepad. “Wait. I’ve seen this.”

“Seen what?” you asked.

Sam got up from his bed and began rifling through his duffel bag. 

“What are you doing?” Dean eyed his brother strangely.

The younger brother pulled out a photo from the bag and held it up next to his drawing. You couldn’t quite see what he was looking at from where you sat.

“Guys, I know where we have to go next.”

“Where?” Dean asked.

“Back home. Back to Kansas,” he responded.

The older brother was surprised. “Okay, random. Where’d that come from?”

He showed the photo to the two of you. “Alright, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?”

“Yeah…?” Dean still had no idea where he was going with this.

“And it didn’t burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?” 

Dean— as well as you— was still lost. “I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but… the people who live in our old house— I think they might be in danger,” Sam rushed out.

“Why would you think that?” you questioned.

“Uh… it’s just, um… look, just trust me on this, okay?” Sam turned away.

“Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?” Dean shook his head and stood to follow him. “Come on, man, that’s weak. You gotta give us a little bit more than that.”

“I can’t really explain it is all,” Sam shrugged.

“Well, tough. I’m not goin’ anywhere until you do.” 

You turned to face Sam as he began to explain. “I have these nightmares.”

You nodded. “We’ve noticed.”

“And sometimes… they come true.”

Dean was stunned. “Come again?”

“Look, Dean… I dreamt about Jessica’s death— for days before it happened,” Sam explained.

“Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.” Dean sat back down on the edge of his bed. 

“No,” the younger brother protested. “I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn’t do anything about it ‘cause I didn’t believe it. And now I’m dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that’s where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?”

You felt overwhelmed, and so did Dean. “I don’t know.”

Sam sat down across from his brother. “What do you mean you don’t know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!”

“Sam, slow down—” you urged him, knowing Dean was about to go through the roof.

Sure enough, Dean stood and started pacing. “I mean, first you tell me that you’ve got the Shining? And then you tell me that I’ve gotta go back home? Especially when….”

“When what?” you asked.

Dean’s voice broke for the first time since you’d met him. “When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?”

Sam’s puppy dog eyes appeared as he spoke softly, “Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure.”

Dean nodded. “I know we do.”

***

You looked out at the boys’ childhood home and followed them up to the front door.

“You gonna be alright, man?” Sam asked his brother who didn’t respond.

“Jury’s still out on that,” you muttered in response.

Dean knocked on the front door, and a young woman answered. You could see a look of recognition pass over Sam’s face.

“Yes?” the woman said.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but we’re with the Federal—”

One Winchester cut the other off. “I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin’ by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place.”

The woman seemed surprised and smiled. “Winchester. Yeah, that’s so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night.” She turned to you. “Are you a Winchester, too? I didn’t see a little girl in any of the pictures.”

You shook your head. “No, no. Just a friend. (Y/N).”

She smiled at you. “Nice to meet you. Come on in.”

Inside the home, a girl who looked to be around seven sat at the table doing homework, and a little boy who was presumably two jumped in his playpen.

“Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!” the toddler called excitedly.

“That’s Ritchie. He’s kind of a juice junkie,” Jenny explained, taking a sippy cup from the fridge and bringing it to her son. “But, hey, at least he won’t get scurvy.” She walked back over to her daughter. “Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and (Y/N). The boys used to live here.”

“Hi,” the shy girl said quietly.

You waved.

“So, you just moved in?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, from Wichita.”

“You got family here, or…?”

Jenny’s smile faded. “No. I just, uh… needed a fresh start, that’s all. So, new town, new job— I mean, as soon as I find one. New house.”

“So, how you likin’ it so far?” Sam questioned.

Jenny laughed awkwardly. “Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home— I mean, I’m sure you had lots of happy memories here—”

You discreetly turned to see Dean smile weakly. 

“But this place has its issues,” she finished.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, it’s just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We’ve got flickering lights almost hourly.”

That caught your attention. “Oh, that’s too bad. What else?”

“Um…sink’s backed up, there’s rats in the basement…” She trailed off. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to complain.”

Dean shook his head. “No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?”

Jenny looked at him quizzically. “It’s just the scratching, actually.”

Sari tugged on her mom’s shirt, who stooped down next to her. “Ask them if it was here when they lived here.”

“What, Sari?” Sam asked.

“The thing in my closet,” she whispered as if the thing would hear.

“Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets.” Jenny looked up to you and the boys. “Right?”

They shook their heads.

“She had a nightmare the other night,” Jenny explained.

Sari’s voice suddenly got louder. “I wasn’t dreaming. It came into my bedroom and it was on fire.”

The boys seemed too shocked to speak.

You took over. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You’re okay now though, right?”

She nodded.

“See? It didn’t get ya. It was only a dream.”

You knew it wasn’t. A pit filled your stomach after saying your goodbyes to the family and heading out of the door. 

“You hear that? A figure on fire,” Sam reminded the two of you.

“And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?” Dean asked.

"Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin’ true,” the older brother chuckled humorlessly.

“Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it’s the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?”

“I don’t know!” Dean responded.

The brothers were only making each other panic worse at this point.

“Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?” Sam inquired.

“Or maybe it’s something else entirely, Sam, we don’t know yet.”

“Both of you need to calm down,” you told them, simultaneously getting in the car. “We’re gonna get those people safe. Whatever’s in there is not gonna hurt you or those people.”

“Thank you, Dr. Phil,” Dean remarked.

You snapped into a more intense tone, leaning over the backseat. “Look, dude, you’re gonna get your shit together. The two of you are only ramping each other up. Now, you are going to get a grip or I will do this job on my own.”

Sam and Dean both nodded.

“You’re runnin’ low on gas, Dee.” You patted Dean’s cheek before sitting back against your chair. 

***

“We just gotta chill out, that’s all,” Dean said as he pumped gas. 

“I’ve tried telling you that eighty times since we left that house.”

He ignored your snide comment. “You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?”

"We’d try to figure out what we were dealin’ with. We’d dig into the history of the house,” Sam sighed.

"Exactly,” the older brother began, “except this time, we already know what happened.”

"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?”

"About that night, you mean?”

"Yeah.”

Dean paused. “Not much. I remember the fire… the heat. And then I carried you out the front door.”

You looked at the floor, knowing how hard this must be for him to open up.

“You did?” the younger Winchester asked.

"Yeah, what, you never knew that?”

"No.”

“And, well, you know Dad’s story as well as I do. Mom was— was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her.”

“And he never had a theory about what did it?”

“If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times.”

"Okay. So, if we’re gonna figure out what’s goin’ on now…we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it’s the same thing.”

You decided to add your two cents. “Yeah. We can talk to your dad’s friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time.”

Silence blanketed the three of you for a moment, the air feeling heavy. 

“Does this feel like just another job to you?” Sam piped up.

‘Of course, it doesn’t,’ you thought.

Dean kept quiet for a moment. “I’ll be right back,” he finally said. “I gotta go to the bathroom.” He walked away, and you watched him turn the corner around the gas station. He looked back for a moment, and you assumed it was to see if anyone had followed him.

You furrowed your brows. You allowed a few minutes to pass before you announced to Sam, “I’m gonna go check on Dean.”

While you turned the corner, you saw Dean exiting the bathroom door. He sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. When he noticed you, he tried to shoulder his normal attitude.

“You stalkin’ me?”

“No, actually, I came to check on you.”

“Well, I’m fine.” He went to brush past you.

You grabbed his bicep. “Don’t lie to me.”

He stopped, looking you over. “I’m fine, sweetheart.”

“Then what’s this?” you gently brushed your first finger under his chin, picking up a tear he had forgotten to wipe away. You held it up for him to see.

Dean opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut again. He gently pulled his arm out of your grip. “C’mon, let’s go.” He started walking away from you.

You caught up to him, asking, “Are you sure you don’t just want me to do this one by myself?”

He nodded sharply. 

Sam gave you a curious look while Dean got in the car.

You shook your head before the two of you ducked into the Impala simultaneously.

***

The three of you spoke to a man who had owned a car garage with John years ago. You learned how much John had changed before Mary’s death versus after, and you began to understand why Dean was the way he was. You also learned that he had been going to see a palm reader in town. Dean recognized the names of one of the palm readers Sam had read from a compiled list: Missouri Moseley. The three of you went over to her house and waited in her foyer as she finished with her last client.

She guided the client out of the door. “Alright, there. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you.”

The man thanked her, and she closed the door behind you.

She addressed the three of you. “Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin’ the gardener.”

You giggled.

“Why didn’t you tell him?” Dean asked.

“People don’t come here for the truth. They come for good news,” the woman explained. You stared at her, as did the boys.

“Well? Sam, Dean, (Y/N), come on already, I ain’t got all day.”

You looked at Dean. You knew you hadn’t told her your name. The three of you followed her into the next room. 

“Well, lemme look at ya,” she smiled at the boys. “Oh, you boys grew up handsome.” She pointed her finger at Dean. “And you were one goofy-lookin’ kid, too.” 

You giggled again. You liked her a lot.

“Sam.” Missouri grabbed his hand. “Oh, honey…I’m sorry about your girlfriend. And your father— he’s missin’?”

“How’d you know all that?” Sam asked her.

“Well, you were just thinkin’ it just now.”

“Well, where is he? Is he okay?” Dean questioned.

Missouri’s smile faded. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t know? Well, you’re supposed to be a psychic, right?” 

“Boy, you see me sawin’ some bony tramp in half? You think I’m a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can’t just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please.”

You smirked at Sam and sat down.

Missouri snapped at Dean. “Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I’m ‘a whack you with a spoon!”

“I didn’t do anything!” he responded.

“But you were thinkin’ about it.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, and you and Sam smiled.

“(Y/N), honey, I didn’t mean to completely disregard you,” she smiled at you. “(Y/L/N)... where do I know that name from?” She pondered for a moment and her smile faded. “I knew your dad. Mean ol’ bastard.”

Your throat clenched. You could feel the boys looking at you, but you kept your eyes on Missouri. 

“I don’t mean to embarrass you,” she went on. “I’m just sorry about what he did to you. And your brother? You poor thing.” She tsked. 

Tears welled in your eyes. 

Sam knew he should change the subject. “Okay. So, our dad— when did you first meet him?”

“He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say I drew back the curtains for him,” Missouri explained.

“What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?” Dean questioned.

“A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin’ I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing.”

“And could you?”

You tried to focus on the conversation, but your throat was still choked up. You could vaguely register them talking about what Missouri sensed in their house and how she had been keeping an eye on the place since Mary’s passing. All you could focus on were the memories you were being pulled back into. Memories of what your father put you through and how your mother just stood by. Memories of defending your brother against your father’s wickedness. You tried your best to pull yourself back to the light; you knew Missouri could hear what you were thinking. You wouldn’t let yourself be weak enough to let your father hurt you eight years after his death.

“Baby, you are not weak.” Missouri’s voice pulled you back to shore. “I’m sorry I brought all that up for you.”

You nodded at her, voice too weak to respond. Sam squeezed your hand, and you could feel Dean’s gaze boring into the side of your head. 

***

You and the boys headed back to their childhood home with Missouri. You still couldn’t register what was going on outside of your own head. You knew Missouri hadn’t truly brought anything up for you; these memories were all just buried under the surface for you. Hunting didn’t exactly leave much time for you to dwell on your emotions. 

Jenny allowed Missouri to come into her home and showed her and your trio into Sari’s bedroom. You were beginning to come back to earth and could focus on the conversation happening around you. 

“If there’s a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it,” Missouri explained, walking around Sari’s room. 

“Why?” Sam asked.

Missouri turned to him. “This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened.”

Dean pulled out his repurposed walkman.

“That an EMF?” Missouri asked.

“Yeah,” Dean answered.

“Amateur,” she deadpanned.

You noticed the EMF was beeping frantically. 

“I don’t know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain’t the thing that took your mom,” Missouri told the Winchesters.

“Wait, are you sure?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

She nodded.

“How do you know?”

“It isn’t the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It’s somethin’ different.”

“What is it?” Dean asked.

“Not it.” Missouri opened the closer. “Them. There’s more than one spirit in this place.”

“What are they doing here?” Dean asked.

“They’re here because of what happened to your family. You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected,” Missouri elaborated.

Sam shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It’s attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won’t rest until Jenny and her babies are dead.”

“You said there was more than one spirit.”

“There is. I just can’t quite make out the second one.”

Dean’s voice became hard. “Well, one thing’s for damn sure— nobody’s dyin’ in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?”

***

After Missouri taught you how to pack small protection bags that you and the boys were to place in the cardinal points on both floors in Jenny’s house, you had to get Jenny and her kids out of harm's way.

“Look, I’m not sure I’m comfortable leaving you guys here alone,” she told Missouri.

“Just take your kids to the movies or somethin’, and it’ll be over by the time you get back.”

You could tell the woman was still unsure, but she followed orders anyway. And with that, the four of you got to work.

When you were halfway done with the job, things started to get ugly. Just as you were about to place your second and final bag in the wall of Jenny’s bedroom, a cord snaked around your neck and pulled tightly. You dropped the bag of herbs to the ground; unable to get it into the wall in time. You gasped for air, frantically reaching for the bag but the spirit’s hold was too strong. Your vision began to spot and your face contorted in discomfort; doing the best you could to get air in your lungs. It was no use. Just when you thought it was over, Dean rushed to your side.

“(Y/N)!” he cried, pulling at the cord with all his might.

You clawed at your neck with one hand and motioned to the bag of herbs with the other. Dean understood what you were trying to say, and kicked a hole in the wall. He quickly put the bag inside, and your neck was released. Your head fell to the ground gasping for air.

Dean pulled you into a fierce hug that left you breathless. He pulled back from you, holding your face on either side. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. He gingerly touched the place where the cord had undoubtedly bruised your neck. “Can you stand?”

You nodded again. With Dean’s help, you made your way down to Missouri and Sam who stood in the middle of an extremely messy kitchen. Jenny’s kitchen table had been turned on its side with knives driven through the top of it, assumedly by the ghosts. The refrigerator door was swung wide open, and various items from the pantry had spilled out all over the place. 

“You sure this is over?” Sam asked the psychic.

“I’m sure. Why? Why do you ask?”

Sam sighed in response. “Never mind. It’s nothin’, I guess.”

The front door opened.

“Hello? We’re home,” Jenny announced when she walked into the house. She came into the kitchen, dumbfounded by the mess. “What happened?”

"Hi, sorry. Um, we’ll pay for all of this,” Sam told her.

“Don’t you worry. Dean’s gonna clean up this mess,” Missouri added.

Dean stood glued to his spot.

“Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop.”

He glared at Missouri, but began walking away nonetheless.

“And don’t cuss at me!”

***

You remained confused by how Dean had hugged you for the rest of the night which you spent in the Impala parked in front of Jenny’s house.

“Alright, so, tell me again, what are we still doin’ here?” Dean asked his brother.

“I don’t know. I just… I still have a bad feeling,” he responded.

“Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over.”

“Yeah, well, probably. But I just wanna make sure, that’s all.”

Dean slumped down in his seat. “Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now.”

You slumped down in your seat, too, only to see Jenny screaming and banging on her bedroom window. “Guys, look!”

The three of you rushed into the house.

“You two grab the kids, I’ll get Jenny,” Dean said.

You nodded and sprinted to Ritchie’s room. The sleeping toddler was startled when you woke him up, but allowed you to carry him downstairs nonetheless. You met Sam by the front door who said to Sari, “Take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don’t look back.” She obliged and took the little boy from you. 

Before the two of you could do anything else, you were slammed to the ground and dragged backward across the tile floor. You could hear poor Sari screaming as you and Sam were dragged away. 

You were pinned to the wall by an invisible force and pushed up toward the ceiling. You could hear presumably Dean hacking away at the door, trying desperately to get in as a figure on fire approached you.

Dean made his way into the home and called your names frantically. He raised his gun at the fire figure when he caught sight of it.

“No, don’t! Don’t!” Sam cried.

“What, why?!” you asked.

“Because I know who it is. I can see her now.”

And then, the fire vanished revealing who you recognized from pictures as Mary Winchester. She was wearing a white nightgown and her blonde hair billowed softly around her. Her feet were bare, and her aging skin was only slightly wrinkled.

You could see tears rising in Dean’s eyes as he lowered his gun. “Mom?”

The woman smiled and stepped closer to him. “Dean.”

She walked toward you and her youngest son. “Sam.” Her smile faded. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asked. 

She looked at him sadly, but said nothing.  

The woman turned to you last. “Thank you,” she said. 

You smiled back at her, though you weren’t quite sure what she was thanking you for.

She turned away and looked up toward the ceiling. “You get out of my house. And let go of my son.” Her hair and nightgown were swept up into flames once more. The fire licked up to the ceiling, growing larger before disappearing entirely. You and Sam were released from the wall at once.

“Now it’s over,” Sam muttered.

***

The sun had risen while you and the boys were in the house. You called Missouri back to the Winchesters’ childhood home, and she sat on the porch talking with Sam.

You were standing with Dean by the car looking through his old family photos.

“Thanks for these,” Dean told Jenny.

“Don’t thank me, they’re yours.”

Dean put the trunk of photos and family memorabilia in the car.  You and Dean bid Jenny, who thanked you, goodbye before leaning against the car together. The two of you knew you had a lot to talk about, but you weren’t brave enough to start the conversation.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked you.

You couldn’t look at him. “Why do you ask?”

“I think you know.”

You paused a moment before turning to face him. “I promise I’ll tell you, just… not today.” You stuck out your pinkie for him to take.

He chuckled at you. “What are we, five?”

“Just do it, asshole,” you smiled back.

He linked his pinkie with yours, shaking your hand back and forth lightly. The two of you stood there for a second, staring at each other and getting lost in the moment. Before long, you both realized what was going on and jerked away from each other.

Dean scratched his head. “Sam, you ready?” he called.

Sam nodded and came over to the car.

“Don’t you kids be strangers,” Missouri told you.

“We won’t,” Dean responded. 

“See you around,” the woman winked at you.

You smiled at her before getting in the car and driving away. 

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Stuck Like Glue

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi Reader

~Fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-You and Neteyam are sworn mates.

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“Remember [Y/n], you must be nice,” your mother patted your neat braids. You were only seven so you hadn't understood why your family had to go meet with another tribe. You didn't understand that you were off to meet you eventually mate. You smiled at your mom as your dad picked you up, “our little [Y/n] isn't gonna let us down!” you giggled as he tickled you. Your mother laughed and grabbed you before getting on her Ikran.

You held your mother's hand as you and your family made your way through the crowd. Your father greets a man who you notice a family behind him. You hide behind your mother, not wanting them to see you. “This is Jake and Neytiri,” she gently pushed you to see. You made eye contact with her, “hello [Y/n], this is my son Neteyam,” she grabbed a boy who smiled big at you. You gave a small smile, “honey why don't you go play with them,” your mother said as a younger girl grabbed your hand.

“I’m Kiri and this is Lo’ak!” as she brought you toward a small lake. You nodded as the boy you met earlier looked at you, “is there something wrong?” you questioned as he came closer, “you're short,” he laughed as your eyed him up and down. “Like your any bigger,” without your parents present your personality changed shocking the three children.

“Let's go this way,” you said causing Lo’ak to cheer, “yea!” you smiled as you started walking off, “Lo’ak you know we can't go that way! Dad and mom will get mad,” you sighed loudly looking at the boy, “you always do what daddy says?” your teasing getting to the boy, “no!” he attempted to save himself but Kiri and Lo’ak laughed, “that's all you do!” Your smile became bigger, “I bet he’s daddy’s little boy,” you stuck your tongue out at him. Neteyam crossed his arms as your laugh rang through the forest, “fine let's go,” he said pushing past you.

You all found a flower meadow and you decided to play a game of tag, “tag your it!” you tapped Neteyam and started running. You turned to look back to notice the boy hadn't moved a bit, “hello, I tagged you now you have to chase me,” you said but the boy only tilted his head, “I don’t get your game.” You then proceeded to explain tag to the three children. “Tag your it!” you hit Neteyam again before running off. This time he chases you causing giggles to fall out of your mouth. Kiri and Lo’ak ran around themselves, Kiri gathering flowers to give to her mother later.

It became dark and eventually, you all sat down looking at the stars. “Our dad came from a star,” Neteyam said causing your eyes to widen, “that's cool!” you rubbed your eyes. Kiri had already fallen asleep and tiredness was hitting you. “[Y/n]!” you heard your name being called. Your mother came out and you immediately walked over to her, begging to be picked up. “Looks like someone is tired,” your father said as you fought to keep your eyes open.

Neytiri picked up Kiri as Jake looked at Neteyam, “why’d you guys go so out? What I’ve told you?” he scolded the older boy. Neteyam's eyes were on you though, even though he was 7, he saw the small smile you held when your family left as he was getting yelled at. He couldn't believe you had the audacity, to smile at him as he was being scolded.

“Looks like someone has a crush,” Neytiri said catching Neteyam’s stare. Jake stopped talking and let out a laugh, causing Neteyam to cover his face, “I don't like her!” the family walked back together but Neteyam held a mad face. You were nothing but bossy to him and got him in trouble. He’d never like you.

It has been years since you last saw the boy. From time to time, you’d see Jake or Neytiri since they’d have business with your parents, but besides that, it was almost like you never met him. You were twenty years old now, completely different from your younger self.

So, it was not a surprise when you were nervous to meet him again. I mean what if he hated you? You couldn't remember how your last interaction went, causing you to overthink. “It will all be alright,” your mother said patting your head to calm you.

Her words did not calm you at all. But you remembered there was a nearby place that you visited all those years ago. “I think I’m gonna take a quick walk,” you said smiling and walking away.

You sat down looking at the pretty flowers. You missed when life wasn't so complicated, and you could run around. Now, you had a whole tribe to think of. You had to mate, have children, and be amazing or everything your family has worked so hard on was for nothing. Your mind got lost in your thoughts you hadn't noticed someone staring at you.

Neteyam had dreaded this day. It's kind of silly, but he still remembers how you got him in trouble. He still holds it over your head as well. He rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time, “why are we doing this again?” he questioned. Neytiri sighed, “son, this unity between you and [Y/n] is connecting two different tribes. This will be an amazing asset, plus I remember how you looked at her,” she laughed as she was joined by Kiri. “I don’t like her!” Neteyam said standing up quickly. “I understand it's good for the tribe, but what about what I want? I want to be able to pick someone I love as my mate, not some girl I’ve met one time!”

Neytiri’s eyes softened, “teyem,” the boy sighed before heading to walk out of the tent, “it’s whatever.” He walked past everyone before he noticed the new Ikrans. He sighed, “Great they are already here,” he picked his feet off, heading somewhere to rest. His eyes fell on the flower meadow he and his mother visited often. Memories of you flooded his mind, making him rub his face. He kept walking till he noticed a body in the flowers.

You started picking up flowers and making a flower crown. Your hands worked hard on it when you noticed a shadow behind you. You turned quickly before being hit with a boy's face. He smiled and waved awkwardly at you, “is there something I can help you with?” you said looking him up and down. Although your words came out with attitude, he felt his palms start to get sweaty. His heart beat faster, as your gaze caused a small blush to appear. “I didn't mean to disturb you, I just wanted to get away for a bit,” your gaze softened a little before nodding, “I understand, you can sit if you want.” You picked the flower crown back up and continued working on it.

“What's that?” he said sitting by you, but not too close in fear of you walking away. “It's called a flower crown,” you said but never looked at him, “I only make them in my free time, but I never have free time.” you smiled to yourself. “Same, I’m training to become a hunter,” your head immediately picked up, “a hunter? How far along are you?” you said unconsciously scooting closer, Neteyam’s breath hitching, “in the next few weeks, I’ll be able to get my own bow from the home tree,” your smile grew bigger and Neteyam forced himself to look away in fear of his attraction being caught. “So, you're far enough to teach me?” you searched for his eyes, becoming a hunter has been a dream of yours for years. With all your other duties becoming a hunter was just a dream you’d never reached, till now.

“Why don’t you have an elder teach you?” you shook your head immediately, “their ways of teaching are old, you would be able to teach me quickly.” Neteyam thought about it, technically he was not supposed to be even talking with you. He was sworn to someone else, but if he helped you he’d be making his own decisions. Such a small way to say, “I’m my own person,” he looked back up at you smiling and nodding.

You let out a small squeal, “thank you so much! We’d have to do it at night, so my parents can't stop us!” at the mention of your parents you shot up, “I’ve been out for too long, but let's meet here ten minutes after eclipse every night.” Neteyam stood up laughing at you, “that's alright with me!”

The flower crown you held in your hand, found its way to his head. Neteyam smiled at you causing you to smile back. “See you,” you started walking off before Neteyam yelled, “wait I didn't catch your name,” you stopped walking facing him, and said, “It’s [Y/n]!” You ran off before he could say his.

The blush on his face intensified, and he felt like his heart was in his stomach. No. Freaking. Way.

***

Hey guys! Miss you all, I’ve been so busy lately I only have time to write at the end of the day. Currently sleepy but hopefully you all enjoy this story.

[impaladolan]

small request! grayson and y/n were supposed to be going out for a date night but he goes to buy y/n another dress because he insists hers is too short to wear in public (plus he’s overprotective)

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

a/n: i changed it a little, and i kinda made grayson a meanie in this one

Stingy:

"I'll be out in the car." Grayson runs his hand through his hair before leaving you to finish dressing. He looked irritated, wouldn’t talk much and had a semi-sour expression.

You had your hair and some makeup all done up, and a nice emerald green dress and some heels on for your attendance of your friend’s wedding reception.

Grayson wasn’t upset this morning when the two of you had attended the ceremony. He was all flushed, doe-eyed and lovey, his touch never leaving your body.

But now, after dressing for the party, his mood had a total switch. You couldn’t understand why. You don’t recall anything of importance angering him, and your Grayson was a patience man, not one to be upset over small things.

You dismissed worrying about it— he wouldn’t tell you why he was mad or what you could do to help, but instead stayed in silence as he too readied himself for the evening ahead.

Maybe a little dancing will loosen him up.

After spraying a sweet perfume and grabbing your purse, you ducked into his low car and strapped your seat belt, pulling your dress down so it wouldn’t be bunched up against your lower abdomen.

Grayson scoffed and started the car, evading your glare as he backed, rather aggressively, out of the driveway.

“What’s your problem, baby?” You smoothed your hand over the console and onto his own, massaging the backside of his palm sincerely. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked over, not at your eyes, but to where your dress ends and your legs begin.

“Do you think that dress is appropriate to wear tonight, Y/N?” He finally looked at you, his gaze still hard and unmoving.

“Excuse me?” You almost gasped at his words, your face flushing and a fiery anger shooting throughout your body.

The nerve.

“Answer the question.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his foot seemed to grow heavy against the gas.

“I don’t see a fucking problem.” You looked down your torso and along the sleeves, in search of whatever the hell could be wrong.

“So you don’t think it’s pretty revealing?”

You pulled your hand away from him and shook your head, appalled by his thoughts. You were struggling to speak, surprised by his sudden dismay of your attire.

“Oh, you don’t? Your fucking ass is hanging out and your tits are on full fucking display. I hope to god you’re wearing some kind of panty under that, fuck.” He had you stunned with his words and you could hardly see straight with all the anger bubbling inside of you.

“You bought me this dress, Grayson!” You huff, flailing your hands in the air. Your chest began to turn red, that’s what usually happens when you’re flushed or irate, and your teeth grind against each other in continued irritation.

“I didn’t realize it’d be that short when you put on heels, Y/N.” He was annoyed, pressing the gas further down and moving around other vehicles like he thinks he’s a nascar driver or something.

“It’s not your decision of how clothed or not I want to be.”

“Well, then we’re making a stop before the reception.” He pulled off the highway and sped down the exit, taking a right at the stop light and flying down the road. He only slowed to turn into a luxury dress store and parked, turning the car off.

“I’m fucking walking, asshole.” You reach for the door handle, but he holds his finger over the lock button and moves across the console to shut the door back.

“The hell you are.”

You continue to try and open the door, using all your might, but even with hardly a grip Grayson’s stronger than you.

“You’ve never acted this way before.” You subside from trying to leave and cross your arms, covering the exposed cleavage he’s so upset about.

“I’m not trying to control you, Y/N,” he sighs and let’s go of the door. “I just don’t want anybody getting ideas. You’re mine.” He runs his hand through his hair, it’s disheveled and a couple strands had fallen upon his forehead.

“I didn’t think this would be an issue for you. I figured you’d like to see me wear this.”

“You’re more than welcome to wear it at home.” He flicked his eyebrows up and down and you let out a small laugh.

“Fine. Better hurry up in here or we’ll be late.” You both empty the vehicle and he joins you on the sidewalk, landing a harsh slap to your ass before grabbing your waist with a chuckle.

“I’m still upset with you, Grayson.”

“We’ll see who’s upset when we get home tonight..”

[sheridans-dynamos]

Time Makes You Bolder

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: After defeating Vecna and getting your dad back, everything seems almost perfect in Hawkins, almost... until you realize that your newest friend, Eddie, has been acting a little strange around you.

Word count: 8.6k (oops?)

A/N: Here I am, officially on the Eddie train! I mean, I’ve loved him since the start, but I’ve finally written for him! Wasn’t expecting it to turn out this long, but that’s just where the story was taking me. I’m kinda proud of this one, not gonna lie, so I hope you guys like it!! (Special shoutout to @thedevilwearsvibranium​ for proofreading this for me, and coming up with a summary for me cause I was struggling lmao)

"Bye, Dad!" you spoke out into the cabin with your hand on the door, ready to make a quick getaway. 

But not quick enough it seemed, for your father appeared in the door frame of his room before you even managed to turn the handle. "Woah there, kiddo. Where you headed like that?" Hopper questioned, his arms crossing over his chest. 

You groaned as you turned towards him, letting your back rest against the door as you eyed your father. 

You had been incredibly thrilled to find out he was alive, you missed him so much while he was "dead." You remembered your reunion and how you felt in that moment as if it was yesterday, even though it was actually close to five months ago now. 

You, him and your sister, Eleven, had hugged each other and cried until all the tears had left your body. And you spent the few days following never leaving each other's side, having so much to catch each other up on in all of your respective lives.

Spring Break had been rough, with Vecna and the whole Upside Down mess. It wasn't the first time you had to deal with all of that, but it still wasn't easy. 

Many times you had feared for the lives of your friends, the friends you'd had for years now, and also the ones you'd just made through this most recent brush with certain death. 

Eddie had come really close to dying that day you defeated Vecna, but thankfully he'd made it through the fight thanks to your help. 

Things were much calmer now, and it felt good to be able to just live your life like a normal person, graduate with your friends (yes, even Eddie finally got that damn piece of paper) and now enjoy your summer with everyone.

And as much as you'd missed your dad, that was something you hadn't missed. That overprotectiveness and constant questioning of your whereabouts. Even though you couldn't really blame him, considering everything that happened over the last three years, it was still exhausting.

"Just going over to Family Video to meet up with some friends, then we'll probably go hang out at the field a bit, I don't know," you answered his question, hoping that would be the end of it.

"That Harrington boy again? I still don't trust that kid," he gruffed, and you chuckled, amused that you were still at this point. Your dad had never really liked you being friends with Steve, always saying he didn't trust "boys like that" with his daughter, that they only want one thing and blah blah blah. 

"Yes. And Nancy, and Robin, and… maybe someone else. And by the way, Dad, 'That Harrington boy,' as you call him, only has eyes for Nancy, you don't have anything to worry about," you tried to reassure him once again, even though you knew it wouldn't do much to calm his ever worrying mind. 

"Hmm. Well. Have fun, then. And don't be home too late. And don't have too much fun," Hopper said as he slowly uncrossed his arms. 

You smiled at him and his grumpy demeanor, thinking once more of just how much you'd missed him. You dropped your bag on the table next to the door, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He seemed surprised for a second, but quickly returned the gesture, holding you close to his chest. 

"What's this for?" he mumbled against your head. 

"I just love you, that's all," you responded as you pulled away, finally getting to exit the cabin.

Hopper smiled to himself as you closed the door and made your way to your car. "I love you, too, kiddo."

~

You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel of your car as you drove towards the video store, your head slightly bopping to the music you were listening to with your windows down. As much as you loved the current popular music, you couldn't let go of that one album from over ten years ago that just filled you with so many emotions. Fleetwood Mac's self titled album had seen you through so many tough times in your life, it would forever be your favorite. 

Not that people knew that. You had a deep love for music, but mostly kept it to yourself. You could discuss music related things with people, but you liked to keep the songs and artists that mattered most to you close to your chest, not willing to let people intrude upon it.

You pulled into the parking lot at Family Video, turning your car off as you stepped out and made your way towards the door. You could already hear Steve and Robin bickering about something. 

Their voices became clearer as you opened the door, making the bell ring, which would usually alert them to your presence, but they seemed too engrossed in their debate to notice now.

"Robin, she's not-" Steve was saying, but Robin quickly interrupted him.

"No, I'm telling you, she definitely has- Oh, hi Y/N! Didn't see ya there!" She abruptly stopped what she had been saying when she finally became aware of your presence, starting to fidget, which caused you to frown at her.

"Who were you talking about?" you questioned.

"Oh, you know, just… someone," Steve shrugged vaguely. 

"A- a girl Steve likes!" Robin blurted, and Steve elbowed her, but she swatted at his arm, dismissing his protest. "Yeah, totally. We were talking about this girl Steve likes, and I was just telling him that obviously she likes him, cause, ya know, he's Steve and all," she finished off with an eye roll, which made you chuckle.

"So, who's the lucky girl, then?" you asked him. You were a bit surprised to hear he was into someone, considering how you knew he felt about Nancy. But if this could help him move on and be happy, then good for him.

"Oh, you know, it's um- just some girl," he told you, pretty much only echoing his answer from earlier. You eyed him cautiously, wondering why he didn't seem to want to share any information with you about this mystery girl.

"Okayyy," you let the word stretch, still confused, your mind turning over the possibilities, but snapping back to reality as Robin clapped her hands once, loudly. 

"Alright, now that you're here, let's get going! Nancy is meeting us at the field." 

You waited for her to continue, as there was still one person unaccounted for in your little friend group, but she kept silent as she hopped over the counter to make her way to the door, forcing you to say, "What about Eddie?"

The grin on Steve's face made you narrow your eyes, wondering why your question elicited such a response from him, but not thinking too much of it. "Oh don't worry, Eddie's probably already there, waiting for us." He winked at you, and you waved your arm off, dismissing this odd behavior as typical Steve shenanigans. Who knew why that man did any of what he did.

"Okay, well, let's go then! We shouldn't keep him waiting." You gestured for Steve to join you on this side of the counter and he obliged, the grin still ever present on his face as he jogged past you, ruffling your hair on his way and making you groan in annoyance.

"Dammit, Harrington," you grunted, smoothing your hair as you followed your friends out.

~

You walked a little bit behind Steve and Robin, watching them with a fond smile as they kept bumping shoulders in fake little tackles. You never had many friends growing up, but one good thing the Upside Down had brought to your life was this group of people. 

You could see Nancy and Eddie sitting on a blanket a bit further down the path. You hurried along as you saw Eddie wave you over, his arm moving in nearly frantic gestures, with Nancy chuckling beside him, an amused smile on her face as she shook her head gently.

"Hi guys," you said as you let yourself plop down into a lying position on the blanket, having left Steve and Robin behind in your little run over to your hanging spot. 

You let your head fall onto Nancy's lap, and she put her hand on your face, smoothing some hair out of your face as she greeted you. "Hey, Y/N." 

You saw Eddie look at you with an odd expression on his face, but the second your eyes locked, he quickly looked away. You frowned slightly, but, deciding not to let the odd moment ruin your mood, you nudged the side of his thigh with your foot. "Hey, butthead."

"What?" he chuckled, but still avoided looking directly at you.

"You didn't say hi to me," you replied, poking his leg to make him look at you, which he finally did, albeit somewhat reluctantly. 

"Oh. Sorry. Hello, angel," he mumbled, his hand coming to rest on your foot that was still on his thigh. You looked at him carefully, trying to assess him. 

You never really understood Eddie. One minute he'd be all strange around you, barely acknowledging you, as if he didn't want to be around you, and then the next, he'd be all sweet, calling you pet names. It shouldn't affect you, and it didn't, not really, you told yourself. After all, it didn't mean anything. But you couldn't help the weird feeling you got in the pit of your stomach every time he called you something other than your name.

"Hey dinguses," Robin said as she finally made it to your spot, nudging your leg with her own. 

"Move that leg outta the way and let me sit here. Unless you're hoping Eddie'll give you a foot massage or something." She wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you scoffed, moving and coming into a sitting position to allow her to come sit down next to you, now having her between you and Eddie. You felt a mix of relief and disappointment at the lost proximity. But both feelings were a bit too much to try and process when you were supposed to be having a fun time with your friends.

Robin leaned in close to you to whisper in your ear in a conspiratorial tone. "Sorry 'bout that. Wanna switch spots?" 

You turned to her, confused by the question. Had your weird little emotional turmoil just now been that easy to read? You shook your head. No, there was no way she knew. There wasn't even anything to know, for crying out loud. Yes, sure, you were maybe a little more excited to go somewhere when you knew Eddie would be there. And he could make you laugh like no one else did, but that didn't have to mean something more than what it was, which was Eddie being a good friend, whom you'd grown to care a lot for over the last months.

"What? Why would I wanna switch spots? I'm fine here. And what are you sorry about?" you replied in the same whisper tone. She gave you a knowing look that seemed to say 'Oh, come on, you know why.' and you glared at her, dismissing her non verbal statement with your hand before turning to face Steve, who seemed to just be staring longingly at Nancy with no subtlety whatsoever from the tree he was leaning against a little bit further from the blanket everyone else was on. 

You got up and made your way to him, snapping him out of his daze when you bumped your shoulder against his arm and spoke. "Hey, loverboy."

"Hmm?" his noncommittal response made you realize he hadn't actually snapped out of it, and you went in front of him to interrupt his line of sight before someone else noticed, especially Nancy.

"Steve. You're staring. And you're not even trying to be subtle about it." You sighed, feeling bad for your friend. You knew he never fully got over Nancy, but it seemed to have gotten worse since the events of Spring Break.

"What? I wasn't staring, staring at who? Who's staring?" he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed you. 

"Steve, please, you were practically drooling on the ground with your eyes glued to Nancy," you chuckled.

"Oh please, like you're one to talk," he replied.

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, having no idea what he was referring to. 

Steve brought a hand to his face, his palm effectively slamming right onto his face. "Shit," he groaned. "Nothing, I'm just um- just projecting. Deflecting. Yeah, that's the word, deflecting." He accompanied his statement with a firm nod of his head, as you eyed him curiously.

"O…kay?" you said hesitantly. "Are you alright, Steve? I know how hard it can be, I mean, I can imagine, to have feelings for someone who you have to see all the time, but can't be with." 

You put a reassuring hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"Who, Nancy?" he said in a voice a bit higher than his normal register. The look you gave him made him reconsider his well thought out rebuttal. "Fine, yeah. It's hard. But it's okay, I'm dealing, best as I can, I guess." 

You smiled sadly, bringing your arms around him to pull him into a hug, holding on to him for a few seconds before pulling back slightly and saying, "I'm here for you, Steve, always."

A grateful smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "Same goes here. If you ever need to talk about anything, or anyone, I'm here." 

You nodded, taking his hand to pull him back towards the rest of your friend group. You felt eyes on you as you approached, almost burning a hole into the back of your head, but when you turned to see who it was and your eyes locked with Eddie's, he quickly looked away, once again.

~

You were the only two left now, the rest of your friends all having gone home for the night. 

Eddie had seemed a bit off still for a little while, but now that it was just you two, he was back to normal, joking around with you and making you practically forget about anything other than him in that moment.

He was currently going on about a new song he was learning to play on his guitar, explaining to you a particularly tricky chord change he was having some trouble with. You couldn't help the little smile that appeared on your face as you listened to him, seeing him so happy and passionate about something just couldn't do anything but make you happy as well.

You would've stayed there all night with him if you could've, just sitting together, talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company. You had spent many nights doing just that back when he was still wanted for murder and you all took turns staying with him to make sure he was alright.

But things were different now, your dad was back, and that was the greatest thing you could've ever hoped for. But it also meant no staying out all night, especially not with a guy, otherwise a search party would soon be organised to find you. 

You looked at your watch, knowing you had to head back soon if you didn't want your dad to freak out on you. 

By now you were both sitting on the ground in comfortable silence. Your shoulders almost touching, but not quite. It was often so easy being around Eddie, you weren't sure when or why things had started to feel more complicated with you two.

“I'm gonna have to get going," you said reluctantly, wishing you could enjoy this moment of normalcy with him a bit longer.

He nodded his head. "Right, right, yes," he said, nodding his head once more, as if trying to bring himself back from wherever his mind had wandered off to. "Do you need a ride home?"

You shook your head as you tried to rise, but Eddie was quicker, jumping onto his feet and extending his hand to you, which you gladly took, letting him pull you to your feet. He had tugged with a little more force than necessary, causing you to stumble into him. Your breath caught in your throat for a second, as you stayed pressed against him much longer than necessary, before you realized fully what had just happened and you pushed yourself away, chuckling awkwardly as you dusted off your pants with your hands. "Thanks," you breathed. "And thanks for the ride offer, but I actually came here with my car, it's right over there, so I'm good." You pointed at the little path where your car was parked.

"Oh, yeah, totally, right. Okay yeah, well, goodnight I guess, then," he rambled on, avoiding your eye as he backed away, probably towards where he had parked his own van. "Get home safe, yeah?" he added, finally looking up at you as he awaited your confirmation, probably also wanting to keep an eye on you as you made your way back to your car. 

"Yeah. You too, Munson. Stay safe out there." 

He seemed to cringe a bit at your words, but quickly masked the expression with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, giving you a little nod. "Always."

You nodded too, turning away to get to your car. Once you sat in the driver's seat, you groaned in exasperation, wondering what had gone wrong. Things had been normal again between you two, until they weren't. 

It had to be that moment when he pulled you up and you bumped into him. It wouldn't have been a big deal, if you could've just been normal about it. But no, instead you had to stay there longer than you should have and practically gawk at him, making things awkward. That must've been why he'd been so uncomfortable after that. 

You let your head fall onto the steering wheel with another groan, the loud honk of your car making you jump back as you realized your mistake, seeing Eddie turn rapidly towards you, concern evident in his eyes.

You rolled your window down to shout to him, "Sorry, it was an accident! Everything is good!" 

He seemed to hesitate for a second, but then gave a small nod and continued towards his car. 

You willed yourself to start the drive home, suddenly feeling an intense craving for your bed, burying yourself under a ton of blankets, and forgetting everything about this disastrous end to your otherwise pleasant day.

~

You were on your bed, listening to some music as you read a comic book, trying to relax after a long day at work. You hadn't had much time to see your friends in the last couple of days, with your job keeping you quite busy. 

You had considered going out tonight, but instead opted for a quiet night in, taking advantage of the fact that you were home alone to put your music as loud as you wanted.

But despite the volume, you still heard the faint noise of the telephone ringing in the other room. You sighed as you forced yourself to get up, leaving the comic book face down on the bed to remember what page you were on. 

"Hello?" you answered the phone, not sure who was calling, but you knew the list of possibilities wasn't all that long.

"Hey, kiddo." You heard your dad's voice on the other end of the line, and you smiled to yourself. You still weren't fully used to the fact that he was back, that your family life was back.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?" 

"Do you think you could go pick up your sister at Max's? She was supposed to sleep over there again tonight but something came up. I didn't really get what, something about that Sinclair kid I think. But anyways, I have a few things to finish up here at the station before I can get going, and I don't want her walking home by herself at night," your dad finished, and you let your back fall against the wall, groaning internally at the prospect. There went your quiet night in. But at least it gave you an excuse for a little late night drive, which also meant blasting your favorite albums in the car.

"Yeah, no problem, I'll leave right now," you told him.

You heard him sigh in relief, and you shook your head slightly at how stressed out he'd been over this simple thing. Although, to be fair to him, considering the lives you all led, it was understandable that he might be concerned. "Thanks, kiddo. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it. Alright, I'm gonna get going. Bye, Dad, love you."

"Love you, too, kiddo," your dad said before hanging up the phone. It wasn't something you'd always been able to say easily before, especially through a tumultuous father/teenage daughter relationship. But after everything you both went through, you liked to say it to each other as often as possible.

You took a few steps towards the kitchen table, where you had left your keys, and grabbed a jacket before heading out to the trailer park.

~

You got out of your car, looking towards Max's trailer. You started to make your way there, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the door to Eddie's trailer wasn't fully closed. Concern for your friend instantly took hold of you, and you cautiously approached the trailer, wishing you had some sort of weapon on you. 

You figured your sister could stay at Max's a few minutes longer while you investigated this. Although, she could've been useful if something bad was going on, but it was probably nothing, so you didn't want to worry her for nothing. But, considering everything that happened a few months ago, you couldn't be too sure of that fact, so you had to go and make sure.

When you got to the door, you called out Eddie's name, but no answer came. You knocked on the door once, waiting for a reaction, but when you still heard nothing from him, you slowly pushed the door, making your way in as you carefully scanned the place. The lights were on in the living room, and nothing seemed to be out of place. As you got closer to Eddie's room, you started to hear the sound of guitar, which instantly brought relief to you. Everything was fine, he'd just forgotten to close his door properly, as he'd done many times before and probably would do many times again in the future, and he hadn't heard you because he was playing his guitar. Although it sounded like it was his acoustic one this time, which he didn't play all that often.

You sighed, feeling as though you'd severely overreacted, and a bit annoyed at him for having worried you like that. You were about to turn around and leave, making sure to close the door properly this time, when you heard the soft finger picking of your favorite song in the whole world. You froze in your spot, then walked to the door of his room and pushed it gently to enter. He didn't notice you at first, too engrossed in his playing to be aware of anything else. 

But standing there, you could indeed confirm that he was playing Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, which wasn't something you ever pictured Eddie Munson, the metalhead, playing alone by himself in his room at night.

"Didn't peg you as a Fleetwood Mac fan," you finally spoke up, starting to feel like a bit of a creep, just standing there and watching him play.

His head snapped to you and he jumped back on his bed, nearly throwing his guitar in your direction. He seemed to calm down a bit as he realized who was standing there, but he was still breathing rapidly as he brought a hand to his chest to steady himself. "Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N! What the hell?!" 

You raised your hands in surrender, feeling bad for having scared him like that. "Sorry, sorry! The door to your trailer wasn't closed all the way, and I was here to pick up El at Max's, so I got worried and just wanted to check on you, but then… Fleetwood Mac, really? I didn't think that was the kind of stuff you listened to," you went back to your previous statement, too curious and shocked to let that one go. It was a pleasant surprise to hear him play this kind of music, but it just didn't make sense.

Eddie chuckled a little awkwardly, going back to the edge of his bed, where he'd been sitting before when you first came in, and he laid down his guitar gently next to him. "It's not. The kind of stuff I listen to, I mean," he said, and you looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. "I- um…" his hand came up to scratch at his ear as he avoided your gaze.

You grew more and more confused at his reaction, wondering why he was being so cagey about a song he had been playing.

"I was playin' it 'cause of you," he finally said, but his answer only made you more confused.

"Me?" you asked, the expression on your face making Eddie's own soften as he nodded slightly.

"Yeah. I- uh, you know, with the whole Vecna thing and the music, I thought it'd be a good idea to have your favorite song in my repertoire, just in case," he told you, making your eyes widen in shock.

"How did you know? I've never told anyone this is my favorite song, and we've gotten a lot closer now, but we weren't really back then, so how could you possibly have known?" you questioned. No matter how much you tried to deny any emotions that came up when it came to Eddie, you couldn't deny the complete awe that you were feeling at the fact that he had bothered to do this for you, to protect you.

"Y/N, I sat behind you in English class for a year," he laughed, but something about his demeanor felt a little closed off, like he was embarrassed. "I- well you could say that I… noticed you… And I saw you coming in nearly every day with a Fleetwood Mac cassette in your player. Sometimes Queen, sometimes Billy Joel, but it always went back to that one album. And I heard you mumble the lyrics to Landslide to yourself during boring lectures more times than I could count. So I figured that was the one. But I learned the entire album, just to be safe."

You looked at him, completely dumbfounded. The fact that he had paid attention to these little details was one thing, but that he then held on to them for so long, you had no words. 

"Eddie, I- wow," you started, going to sit next to him on the bed, his big brown eyes following your movements closely. "I don't know what to say," you breathed as you looked into his eyes. He seemed self conscious about his confession, but his eyes remained on you all the same. 

"You think I'm a creep, now, don't you?" He added a little laugh to his question, as if he was joking, but you could tell from the expression on his face that he was worried. 

"What? Oh my god, Eddie, no!" Your hand came to rest on his thigh, and his eyes widened in shock a little at the contact, as it was more intimate than your usual interactions, but you kept going. "This is literally the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. I just can't believe you paid attention to any of that, especially when we didn't even really know each other that well back then. I just-" You paused. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go. But you remembered the weirdness from the other day after your prolonged contact, and hesitated. The last thing you wanted right now was to make things awkward because you read too much into this situation. 

"Did you… did you learn to play everyone else's favorite songs?" 

He looked away, his hand going through his hair to tame it back as his eyes were fixed on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. "No… no, I didn't." It came out barely above a whisper, but you still heard him. 

"Why me?" you asked, your voice as quiet as his. You couldn't help the question, needing to hear the answer from his lips.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" he groaned half heartedly, finally facing you once again. You scrunched your face up as you nodded slightly, causing him to let out a warm laugh before speaking. "Y/N, c'mon now. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. The reason I knew about your favorite song is because I spent so much time looking at you and trying to find a way I could approach you, but I always chickened out. Sitting behind you in class and just being near you was always the best part of my day. And then we became friends and the more I got to know you the harder I fell. I've wanted to tell you this for a while now, but I was scared you'd be creeped out. And I'm sorry if I've been acting weird around you lately, it's just been getting harder and harder to be close to you and stopping myself from kissing you and touching you and God now I definitely sound like a creep, I'm sorry-" 

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, stunning him into silence, but it only took a moment before he reciprocated the kiss, his hands burying themselves into your hair as your own hand came to rest on his chest. A small moan escaped you as Eddie deepened the kiss, and you felt him groan against your mouth at the sound. 

You pulled away from him, just enough to be able to breathe, as you let your forehead rest against his own.

"Was that just for my benefit, to shut me up? Or did you mean it?" You could see the grin on his face as he said it, probably still needing the reassurance, even though your actions had spoken louder than words.

You pecked his lips once more, backing a bit further away this time so you could look at him properly. 

"I meant every second of it," you said with a smile on your face, even though you could tell he already knew that from the way he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. "I've been lying to myself for so long, now, Eddie. From the moment I met you, I've been drawn to you. And that feeling grew stronger and stronger as we started to spend time together, but I always dismissed it as friendship. I didn't want it to be more than that, cause I was scared you wouldn't feel the same way. But I'm tired of running from myself, running from you, and from my own happiness. I've been happier this summer than I have in years, and that's in great part because of you. And if being your friend makes me this happy, I can't even imagine how happy I'll be getting what I really want with you," you finished, the smile on your face growing as you went on, feeling incredible relief at finally allowing yourself to be true to your own feelings. 

Eddie's hand came to cup your face, and you leaned into his touch with a content sigh. He brought his face less than an inch from yours, mumbling against your lips before kissing you once more, "Fuck, I love you so much, darling." 

"I love you, too, Eddie," you replied as soon as you had enough space to do so, but quickly closing in the distance between you two once more.

~

You hadn't been able to stay nearly as long as you would've liked making out with Eddie on his bed. There had been a reason for your presence at the trailer park in the first place, and you couldn't bail on your big sister duties. So you had, reluctantly, said goodbye to Eddie, and he promised to call you in the morning as he peppered your face with kisses.

El had been suspicious of your dreamy state as you picked her up, but you didn't feel ready to tell her about you and Eddie just yet, so you'd played it off, and she didn't press you further. 

You were now back in your room, El in her own, and your dad still at work for God knew how long. You were doing your best to try to concentrate on your previously abandoned comic book, but your mind simply wasn't there. 

All you could do was remember the feeling of Eddie's hands on you, the taste of his lips against yours, the sound of his voice, calling your name…

No. That last one wasn't a memory. You really could hear Eddie calling your name right now. 

You rose from your bed, walking to your window carefully and drawing the curtains open, only to see a grinning Eddie standing out your window, looking up at you. 

"Hey, angel. I know I said I'd call you tomorrow, but I couldn't wait that long to have you in my arms again," he said to you in a dramatic way, which made you laugh quietly. It hit you in that moment that you were in for a lot of theatrics, jumping into something with this man. But you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Hold on a second!" you whispered to him before opening the door to your room, making sure El was still in her own room. You scanned the cabin quickly, saw her door closed and felt satisfied with your conclusion, and so you turned back around, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible behind you. 

You leaned over the window, extending an arm out to him, as the window wasn't all that far off the ground. "Come on, get in here, you drama queen," you told him, laughing as he grabbed on to your arm and you tried to haul him up into your room, you both struggling under the effort.

You finally managed to pull him in, but stumbled back as you did, and his arms wrapped around you protectively, causing him to join in on your fall onto your bed, him landing promptly on top of you. 

You both laughed at the situation, exhausted from the effort, as he settled himself, one arm on each side of you, propping himself up as he essentially caged you on your bed.

"Hey now, you calling me a drama queen cause I'm missing my girl?" he asked, bumping his nose against yours and you laughed once more, having no idea how this became your life so fast, but you absolutely were not complaining. 

"Your girl, huh?" you repeated, and he grinned at you, but you could see a bit of a question in his eyes, as if he was worried he was moving too fast. "I like that," you whispered before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in close to you for a kiss.

You had no idea how long you and him got lost in each other. It could've been minutes, just like it could've been hours. Time didn't seem to matter at all when you were with Eddie. All you knew was that this could actually be heaven.

Well, it would've been heaven, had it not been for-

"Hey, I'm ho- what the fuck is this?" Eddie jumped away from you so fast the second you both heard the voice of your father resound in your room. You had no idea how you'd missed him coming in, you usually always heard the door. Eddie really was one hell of a distraction. 

Your dad had his hands into fists resting on his hips in a disapproving dad stance, and if this situation wasn't so mortifying, you'd probably be laughing about it. 

"Sir, I-" Eddie started, scrambling to get off the bed, but your dad raised a hand out and Eddie instantly shut his mouth. 

"No. Nope. You. Out," he gritted out, and you could see the utter fear on Eddie's face. You were almost worried he wouldn't want anything to do with you from now on, knowing how scary your dad could be. You saw him give you a sheepish look before he turned to the window, but your dad spoke again, "Through the door, young man." 

Eddie turned once more, giving a small nod as he made his way to the door, wincing as he had to get past your dad to leave your room. 

The second he was gone, you let yourself fall onto the bed once more, a heavy sigh escaping you. 

"Dad, seriously?" 

His hand came back into its original position, resuming his angry dad stance. Now that you thought of it, it was a stance you'd seen Steve in more times than you could count when he was interacting with the kids.

"Oh, me, seriously? I'm sorry, was I the one having sex in the room next to her sister's, with some shaggy-"

"Hey, don't bad mouth Eddie just cause you're mad," you cut him off. "He's a great guy, dad, best one I've ever met, actually. Aside from you, that is." You added that last part with a bit of hesitation, considering how mad you were at him at that moment, but you couldn't deny that it was true, so you had to say it.

"Flattery won't work on me here, kiddo," your father huffed, but you could see he'd softened a bit.

"And we weren't having sex, by the way. Just kissing. Not that I'm not planning on it in the future, cause Dad, I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm an adult now. And I love Eddie. I didn't know I did until recently, but I've realized I've loved him for a long time now. And I'm not giving that up. I know you love me and you want to protect me, but I need you to respect me enough to let me make my own decisions." You exhaled a breath after that little speech, having said more than you had expected. It was a conversation that was long overdue between you two, but it wasn't something you'd planned on getting into tonight.

"Alright, yeah, I get what you're saying," your dad admitted, albeit a little reluctantly, as he came to sit down on your bed. You rose into a sitting position to sit beside him. "But it's hard for me, seeing my little girl all grown up like that. It's gonna take me some getting used to. But I promise I'll try, alright?" He put his hand on your shoulder, and you smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him to hug him tight. 

"Thank you, Dad." Your voice sounded muffled since you spoke with your face buried in his chest, but he still heard you. 

"Why don't you invite him over for dinner sometime this week? I'd like to meet him properly, make sure he's right for you."

You hesitated. Afraid that it might freak Eddie out. Not just because it might be moving a bit too fast, but mostly due to the fact that your dad was terrifying, and known to be a bully to any potential love interest you or your sister may have. 

"Is this to grill him and make sure he never wants anything to do with me again?" you questioned, your eyes narrowing at him in suspicion.

Your dad laughed a little at your mistrust. "Hey, I just promised to you I'd try, didn't I? I'm not tricking you here, this is me trying." 

Satisfied with his answer, you nodded, going back to hugging him. "Then yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome. But no funny business alright? I understand that you can do what you want, but if you could do it someplace else, where I'll never have to walk in on it ever again, that'd be appreciated. For the sake of your poor old dad, I'm begging you."

You laughed a little at his statement, knowing that him saying that was progress enough for now, but still a very Hopper response. "Fair enough. But you know, you could also do this really cool, new thing that was invented recently, it's called knocking." 

"Oh, I did knock, kid. But I guess you were so busy sucking that guy's face off-"

"Alright, alright, I get it," you protested as he made a face, making you laugh once more. 

"I'll let you get some sleep now. Goodnight, and that boy better not come back through the window tonight, or I'll have to barricade it," he joked, a small teasing smile on his face, but you knew he wasn't kidding completely, and he'd definitely consider doing just that if he caught Eddie in your room late at night again.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the little smile that appeared on your face. "Goodnight, Dad," you said, stretching the word out to show you weren't impressed with his little joke, but he just laughed, waving his hand off in a dismissing gesture before he closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

~

As soon as you heard your father get into his room, you ran out of your own to get the phone. Thankful for the incredibly long cord, you brought it into your room with you, instantly dialing Eddie's number. It only took two rings before he answered you.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" His voice sounded worried, and you couldn't believe he was concerned for you, after your father had all but chased him out of your room.

"Yeah, of course. Are you though? Eddie, I am so sorry about that."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. That wasn't how I expected the night to go, though. Your dad sure doesn't like me much, does he?" He chuckled nervously, and your heart broke for him a little. You could only imagine him stressing over that whole interaction, and how he probably felt like he had to win your father over now. 

"Eddie, it's okay. It's not personal. The only problem he had with you was that you were in my bed. But I talked to him, and he said he's gonna make an effort to be… less controlling about those things. He actually wants you to come over for dinner this week, to get to know you better. I know it's a bit fast, and like, with my dad being my dad, I would totally understand if you didn't wa-"

"Y/N." You heard Eddie's voice on the other line interrupt your spiraling ramble, and you closed your mouth, waiting for him to continue. "I would love to have dinner with you and your dad this week." You felt a smile form on your face at the softness in his voice. 

"Now, I'm not gonna lie," he continued. "Your dad scares me shitless. But I wanna get to know him better, so that can change. And I also want to spend as much time as humanly possible with my girl." You could hear the grin in the way he spoke, and you had to stop yourself from kicking at the ground like a little schoolgirl with a crush at his words.

"Okay, good. I'm gonna go now. See you tomorrow when we meet up with Steve and Robin? And maybe after that we can spend some time, just you and I?"

"I'd love nothing more," Eddie said, and you smiled once more. "Oh, and, Princess?" he added, voice a bit lower than it had been 5 seconds before.

You were already melting at the nickname, but managed to say, "Yes?"

"I love you," he whispered, then hung up before giving you a chance to answer. You let your head fall into your pillow, sighing deeply. 

You were truly down bad. But that wasn't such a bad thing anymore, because Eddie was yours, and you were his.

~

You made your way to the video store, having gotten there before Eddie. As much as you loved your friends, you couldn't wait to be alone with him again. And this time, not at your house with your dad to interrupt you.

You spotted Steve stacking movies on a shelf as soon as you walked in, making your way towards him.

"Hey, Steve. Where's Robin?" you asked as you scanned the room with your eyes, trying to find her. 

That seemed to be enough to summon her, for she appeared out of the backstore. "Y/N!" she exclaimed as she jumped over the counter to hug you. You chuckled, slightly surprised by the welcome.

"Hi," you squeaked as she squeezed you tight. "What's up with you?" you asked, but you didn't mind, bringing your arms around her to hug her back.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head vigorously, which definitely didn't convince you. 

"Robin," you drew her name out in a scolding manner.

"Okay, okay. I've just been wanting to say something for a while now, and I've decided to fuck it and just say it now, so I'm kind of excited!"

Steve's eyes widened at that. "Robin, no! You know we can't," He shook his head at her. But if he thought this was helping, he was sorely mistaken, because now you had to know what they were both talking about.

"No, Steve, I'm sorry, but after last time, I can't keep it in anymore," Robin said, making you grow more and more confused.

Steve sighed, crossing his arms against his chest in resignation. "Ugh, alright, fine. I'm pretty tired of it, too. But if Nancy gives us shit for this, you're the one going down!" 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. There'll be nothing to be in trouble about once this is finally taken care of," Robin said, the last part said with a dreamy look. 

"Guys, seriously, what are you talking about? Spit it out," you said, growing more worried by the second.

"Okay, here it goes," Steve started, seemingly deciding to take the lead in this after all. "We've noticed, all of us, over time. That you seem to- and he also seems to- what I'm trying to say is-"

"You're in love with Eddie, and Eddie's in love with you, and you guys need to get your shit together cause we can't deal with this dancing around each other thing anymore!" Robin blurted, tired of Steve walking on eggshells, not knowing how to phrase it.

You gaped at them. Had you really been that obvious to everyone but yourself? Well, thinking back on it now, and all your moments with Eddie, probably.

You started laughing, making them both frown at you. 

"Y/N, please, don't try to deny it, or laugh it off, you have to see it! It's impossible not to!" Robin pleaded, mistaking your amusement for something else.

"I'm sorry, I just-" you tried to get out between fits of laughter, but didn't get a chance to, as the door opened and none other than Eddie entered the store.

"Speak of the devil," Steve chuckled, and Robin slapped his arm, apparently trying to maintain some of your dignity in front of him.

"Talking about me, I see?" Eddie grinned as he walked in, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, placing a kiss to the side of your head. "Hello, angel," he mumbled against your skin, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.

You smiled at him, before remembering you weren't alone. Turning back to face your friends, you wished you had a camera to take a picture of this moment, with both of their mouths practically touching the floor in utter shock. 

Eddie followed your gaze, and instantly pulled back from you. "Oh shit, sorry. Should I not have done that? I want the whole world to know you're mine, but I didn't think to check if you were ready to tell everyone," he said, a concerned look on his face.

"It's okay, don't worry. I don't mind them knowing. And anyways, we wouldn't have had much of a choice in telling them, they were just grilling me about getting my shit together and admitting I have feelings for you."

"I'm sorry," Steve interjected. "When did this happen, and why are we only finding out now?"

"It happened uh… last night. So I think you're pretty much getting an exclusive here, Harrington," you told him, playfully rolling your eyes at him in mock annoyance. You were entirely too happy right now to be annoyed. 

Robin, recovering from her shock, started to jump up and down as she clapped her hands. "This is so exciting! I mean, fucking finally, am I right?" She grabbed both you and Eddie into an embrace, nearly choking the life out of you in her excitement. "Nancy forbade me and Steve from saying anything to you guys, saying that you had to get there on your own, but man, it was torture watching you both go, I'm so glad you finally figured it out, even if it took you for fucking ever."

You laughed, hugging her before pulling back, letting yourself lean on Eddie a bit as he put an arm around you. 

"Alright, well, now that that's settled, should we go?" you asked.

"Yeah, let's get outta here," Steve replied, and you all left the store, you and Eddie hand in hand.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask, if you felt the same way I did, why did you make that face after I embarrassed myself by staying a bit too long against you when you helped me up from the ground the other day?" you whispered into his ear as you walked towards your car.

"Hmm? Oh. Darling, when you're madly in love with a girl and she calls you by your last name like a buddy, after you just saw her in a long embrace with Steve Harrington, it always kind of feels like a slap in the face. That's why I made that face. But I thought I hid it pretty well though." He frowned a bit, and you kissed him to take that frown away, your plan instantly successful.

"I notice things about you, too. And about Steve, I was just comforting him about Nancy." He nodded, knowing now that his jealousy had been misplaced, and you were the only one he wanted. You continued, "But duly noted. I'll do everything and anything to make you feel loved, pretty boy, cause that's what you deserve," you told him, squeezing his hand in yours.

He grinned at the nickname, taking his free hand to cup your face and bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

"Okay, gross! Don't make me regret rooting for you guys, please!" Robin exclaimed, half hiding her face behind her hands.

You laughed lightly as Eddie pulled away, laughing himself. "I love you," he whispered in your ear.

"I love you, too," you said back to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you resumed walking.

This was it. The way things were supposed to be. No Upside Down threat, just a normal day, you, your friends, and your love.

[aeyunaa]

hii how r uu?? Can you make a bff!jaemin smut please? Its where jaemin decided to invite innocent!fem reader to watch hentai with him then things started to go very spicy and intimate🫣 tyy !

Okay so you asked and you shall receive I mixed both your and @andyprkmyluv requests hope you guys don’t mind 😭!

Eye Candy 🍬 pt.2

Pairing: Jaemin x jisung x fem!reader

Word count- 8K

Smut Tw

Overstimulation, cock warming, creampie, somnophilla, drug use, y/n is a total slut!

Wrap it up irl, it’s better to be safe then sorry! 😭🙏🏻

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It's been two weeks you haven't seen Jaemin, jisung or mark because they were on tour in the united states. You call them almost every other day to make sure they were doing okay. You called them earlier and they were already boarding the plane back to Seoul.

“We should totally celebrate when we get back” Jaemin winks hinting he meant something totally different from the word “celebrate”. “You're an asshole.” He chuckled “no but seriously come visit me when we get back, I wanna show you something cool.” You cock an eyebrow “mm…I’ll think about it.” Before he could say anything else you waved and hung up you hoped he wouldn’t take it to heart.

A few hours go by and you spend them by getting dressed. There was a knock on the front door and you ran to open it. “Mark!” You pull him into a hug and smile. “Hi y/n” he broke the hug and walked inside, he set his bags down in the living room and laid on the couch. You shut the door and walk into the living room “I'm going to my friend Sara’s house.” Mark looked up at you “Sara?”.

You nodded, “whose Sara? Where does she live?” Mark started asking too many questions so you shut him up by saying you’ll call him every other hour he agreed but you saw that slight look of worry. Mark was always protective of you since the first time he saw you, having a little sister was one of the best things that happened to him he’d say.

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You feel a hint of nervousness as you knock on the door. Jisung opened the door, his hair was messy and his eyes were half way closed. Your nose caught on to the smell of weed. You laughed at him before walking inside and into the hallway, Jaemin’s room was the very last down the hall. You quietly turn the knob and open the door. You peek in “looking for someone?” Jaemin's voice asks from behind you. You snap your head towards him and frown “you’re an asshole” he smiles and leads you into his room. His room was decorated with LED lights. He had a nice gaming setup in the corner of his room you sat on his large bed “so what's up lover boy?”. He sat down beside you and opened the laptop that was lying on the bed. You heard him typing on the keyboard after a while he stopped and looked back up at you “I was hoping you were up for a bit of binge watching…” you nodded. “Mark doesn’t know I’m over here. I told him I was going to one of my friends' houses. “Your brother would probably unalive me if he knew our situation”. You agreed with him “Mark just can’t find out…''Jaemin sent you a grin before lying down, setting the laptop a good distance away from his face. He pats the space in front of him signaling you to lie down. You set your purse down on the side of the bed before laying down in front of Jaemin, your back touching his chest.

He pressed play on the video and wrapped an arm around your waist. The both of you were awkwardly quiet as the massive globs of white, splatter and ooze over an animated face, the girl goes cross eyed with pleasure. You feel Jaemin’s arm grow even tighter around your waist, pulling your ass till it is resting against his clothed dick. “Jaemin…” you turn towards him and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss that soon turns completely lustful. A loud moan left your lips as he snuck a hand into your shorts. His hands played with your sensitive bud, His free hand lifted enough to work his belt open and the sound of the zipper broke through the heat that had risen to your ears.

Kissing at your jaw and ear, Jaemin nipped at the lobe, shoving your shorts to the side, rubbing his fat cock against the heat of your core. He used the arch of his hips to slide inside of you, groaning into your ear. His hips remained still until he couldn’t take it any longer and, gritting his teeth, he would begin a hard, steady pace. Slamming into you each time, he’d savor every sound you made.

Your moans were hot and heavy, your hands found their way to Jaemin’s shoulders, you held on for dear life, accepting all he gave you, “Oh, Jaemin!” You whimpered, and he turned his head to kiss at your jaw, thrusting deeper and deeper. The hand that had once been on your chin snaked up and tangled itself in your hair, roughly pulling your head back, causing you to cry out as the pain mingled with intense pleasure.

Your lips were bruised and the makeup you spent hours on was all over the pillows and bedsheets. “Fuck Y/n! cum for me.” He demanded, roughly biting at your neck, his hand gripped onto your hair tighter as he began to slam his hips into you harder, the bed shaking with the strength behind his thrusts. You moaned wildly and knew you wouldn’t last long, your orgasm hit, you convulsed.

The hard clamp of your walls around his large cock made him hiss out a deep groan, his hips continued thrusting forward allowing your walls to milk him, “Fuuuuuck…” He breathed, “…. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” His muscles contract and send heat spurting against your core, painting your swollen flesh. But Jaemin wasn’t done with you… “Are you my good girl Y/n?” You nodd desperately. “Then you wouldn’t bother helping jisung out again, right? He didn’t get to witness how amazing your pussy felt last time and he was pretty bummed. Jaemin picks up his phone and texts someone most likely jisung. After about five minutes he walks in and shuts the door “you don’t know how long I was waiting for this.” He says walking over to the bed while trying to unbutton the tight jeans he had on. Once he got them off he pulled both his pants and boxers off, throwing them onto the floor you sat up and he pulled you into a hot kiss Jaemin laid against the headboard of his bed and admired the scene playing out in front of him. Jisung crawled onto the bed and laid down beside Jaemin “can you ride me, love?” You nodded tirelessly before crawling over to where jisung was laying and positioning yourself over his pretty dick. He placed both hands on your hips as you slowly sank onto his cock. You continue to move your hips— jisung thrusts up as he feels you bouncing in his hold. Jaemin leans up and rests his chin against your shoulder “y/n look at how desperate sunggie is to fill you up, don’t you wanna help him” you nod vigorously as you pick up your speed bouncing up and down the males cock Jisung’s nails dig into your waist.

Jaemin was still behind you whispering in your ear about how much jisung wanted to be milked dry. Jisung’s whimpers grow louder as you ruthlessly slam yourself down on him “I-I’m going to cum!~” Jisung sounded like a total brat right now it turned you on in a way you couldn’t explain. You push yourself down on him one last time before he completely breaks. He came hard in you, his large load filled you up so nicely. You fell onto his chest and caught your breath before pulling yourself off of his limp cock and falling into the silk sheets Jaemin pulls you into a back hug and jisung lays in front of you. It wasn’t long before all three of y’all passed out.

You muttered, the sheets slipped away leaving your body completely exposed. Slowly, need and desire began to smolder under your skin. You arched your back, pushing your hips forward in search of more sensation. You groaned at the soft, slow, relentless touch continued. You made a slight whining noise “J-jaemin”. “Shhh this will be quick I promise.” You feel him position his cock in between your folds. he quickly thrusts forward, nearly causing you to bump into the sleeping boy next to you. Jaemin thrusts are slow and lazy he just needed a bit of relief. He feels his climax approaching already, he holds you close as he spills into you. You can feel a mix of his and probably Jisung’s leak out from your overfilled cunt. Jaemin doesn’t pull out. He kisses your neck and pulls the sheets back over the two of you.

You wake up in the morning when you hear sudden arguing. One of the voices was definitely Mark, your heart sank when the door flew open. “What. The. Fuck.” Mark's jaw dropped at the sight of his sister in bed with both of his best friends was truly traumatizing. Jaemin’s eyes opened and locked with his “Mark?”

“Dude. What the hell?”

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : THAT’S NOT FAIR!

“Well that’s not fair.”

You turn around to face your daughter and notice she’s pouting and has her arms crossed.

“What’s not fair baby?”

“Why does daddy get to have dogs in his video and we can’t even have one at home for us.”

You smile and face your husband, who just sat down next to you and Mia.

You and your daughter decided to come on set and join Jack while he films part of his music video for Nail Tech.

“Daddy.” Mia turns on her seat to face him. “You didn’t get just one, you got three and they are humongous. Why can’t I get a tiny little one?”

“Well, that’s a great question princess. Your mom will tell you why.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Oh no you don’t Jackman, you answer her yourself.”

“But babe, one look into her eyes and I’ll give in.”

“Then give in.”

He shakes his head, “No, I can’t deal with all that responsibility.”

“That means job right? Like taking care of it?” Mia asks, interrupting you both.

“Yes baby.”

“Then I take care of it. My dog, my chores, please daddy?” She then gets up from her chair to come to you and shakes your arms. “Momma, please tell daddy to get us a dog.”

You smile, “Baby, dad doesn’t do well with dogs. Those dogs he was holding were trained and he only had to stand there and hold their leash.”

“Maybe we can train ours?”

“Maybe when you’re a bit older Mia, that way you know how to look out for it properly.” Jack tells her.

“But da-”

“Mia, look what I got.” Urban says as he’s walking towards the three of you.

“What is it?” She asks, getting excited.

Urban is standing closer to Mia, his hands behind his back and he’s smiling. “You have to guess.”

“A chicken?”

“What? No, no chickens here.”

“A duck?”

“Nope.”

“A baby?” You and Jack laugh at that, while Urban is wide eyed, looking at the three of you.

“I mean a baby, yes, but not human.” He shrugs.

You and Jack look at each other confused.

“Ugh Nino Urby, just show me please. I’m already sad dad said not to dogs.” Mia tells him, crossing her little arms.

“He said no to puppies? That’s rude. Good thing, I’m the cool nino.” He then shows Mia what he was hiding.

“OH MY GOD IT’S A PUPPY.!!!!” She yells. “MOM, DAD, IT’S A PUPPY.”

“I can see that, Nino Urban might be in trouble.” Jack says, glaring at his best friend.

Urban hands the puppy to Mia and she immediately starts cuddling him and kissing on him. “You are so pretty.”

“So your Nina wanted a dog and I knew you wanted one too, so you both get to share him. He will stay with us but whenever you want to have play dates with him, you just call and we will bring him right over to you.” Urban tells Mia, kneeling down beside her.

“What’s his name?”

Urban shrugs “You name him.”

“But it’s Nina’s doggie too, she needs to pick.”

“She said to let you do that.”

She then looks at the dog, then at Urban and smiles. “He’s Wyatt.”

“Wyatt?”

Mia nods, “You’re my nino, my bestest friend, so yeah, Wyatt.”

“You’re about to make me cry.” Urban says.

Mia smiles at him, then continues to hug on the puppy.

“That’s nice of your Nino and Nina, right Mia?They got a puppy and letting you have him for playdates.” You tell her. “What do you say?”

“Thank you Nino.” She goes to hug her padrino.

“You’re welcome princess, now let’s go show everyone why I’m your favorite uncle.”

She was about to walk away, but headed towards her dad instead. “When I’m older, you get me my own dog?”

Jack smiles and nods. “It’s a promise baby.”

Mia smiles and nods. “You’re still my number one, don’t be sad.”

“Oh, I know I’m your number one. Just make sure your uncles know that.” Jack tells her and kisses her head.

Mia rolls her eyes smiling, “Always.” She kisses her dads cheek and then leaves with Urban and Wyatt.

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urbanwyatt Chilling with Wyatt- My goddaughter named him and I ain’t mad at it. This is exactly WHY I’m her favorite.

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jackharlow 🙄

yourbestiename She did an amazing job at naming him 🥹❤️

yourusername She really did. She’s in love with him and Urb, you won extra uncle points.

urbanwyatt I always do 🥰

claybornharlow Thanks, all I hear now is Wyatt this and Wyatt that!!!!! You cheated!!!! Jack said no pets and what do you do? GET THE ONE THING SHES BEEN ASKING FOR!!!!!!

urbanwyatt Not my fault you’re too slow.

mamamaggie She also wants a farm with lots of ducks, horses, cows and turtles. Let’s see who wins points with this!!!

jackharlow MOM NO PLEASE!!!

yourusername 😂😂😂😂😂

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ted doing a striptease to pony by ginuwine

AN: Finally getting around to my inbox (thank y’all so much for sending me ideas! I promise I really really appreciate it) and this made me chuckle so obviously I had to write just a little bit for it.

A little Valentine's Day-themed Sexy Ted! Sexual themes, but no explicit sex

Rating: Teen

Tags: striptease, romance, heavy flirting

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There was more commotion coming from the locker room than you anticipated for a regular old training day. You and Ted had tickets to an early show in the West End so you’d told him you’d meet him at work to make it easier for him to shower and change. 

You couldn’t distinguish who was yelling or what they were trying to say as you knocked on the door before pushing it open. You locked eyes with Beard and his own eyebrows rose comically high. 

“HI, Y/N,” Beard yelled, and every head whipped around. There was a chair in the middle of the room, Roy seated in it, while Ted and the players were arranged facing him like he was on a throne. 

“Well, hello there,” you laughed uncertainly and were surprised at the flurry of activity as the men rushed to get their gear together and leave. You were even more surprised by the flush on Ted’s face. 

“Hey, there honeybunch! We were just… I’m gonna go grab my stuff and we can get out of there.” 

You had 1000 questions but you let Ted dodge for now, temporarily distracted when he returned in a nice shirt and slacks looking deliciously date night worthy. He offered you his hand and the two of you walked out of the club. 

“So are you going to tell me what that weirdness was about?” 

“Ah, ya know,” Ted shrugged, reaching out to signal the approaching Uber driver, “boys will be boys.” 

You eyed Ted playfully. “Except you don’t believe that.” 

“You’re right I think that’s a poor excuse for masculine bad behavior,” Ted shook his head. “But what if I promise you’ll find out later?” 

Ted opened the door for you and you slid into the backseat, leaning over to give him a chaste kiss when he joined you. “Fair enough.” 

Dinner was terrific and the show was fantastic, but Ted seemed a little far away the whole time. He still cracked jokes and engaged in conversation, but you kept catching him with this look on his face like he was doing long-division in his head. You were suspicious, but not of any wrongdoing—whatever Ted was up to there was no chance he would hurt you, you didn’t consider it for a second. 

In the car on the way back, you snaked your hand across his thigh and watched as his eyes shot up to the rearview mirror to make sure the driver couldn’t see before he smirked at you. “Can I help you ma’am?”

“Have I told you that you look very handsome tonight?” 

Ted blushed slightly but he never looked away, instead leaning in to place a brief, gentle kiss on your lips. “You’re one to talk. Couldn’t hardly follow the show because I was too busy looking at you any time the stage lights came up.” 

You bumped your shoulder against his playfully as the car pulled up outside of Ted’s apartment. He got out, opened the door for you, and then led the way into his home. You stopped short when you noticed there was a chair in the middle of his living room that wasn’t usually there. Ted stood off to the side fidgeting with his phone, his shoes toed off at the door. 

“What’s this about?” 

“Well, I thought it might be fun…actually, it might be better if I show instead of tell if that’s alright.” 

Ted gestured for you to sit and you grinned, “that’s quite alright.” 

As soon as your butt was in the seat, one leg crossed over the other, “Pony” by Ginuwine started playing from Ted’s soundbar and your eyebrows raised. Ted was walking to you, one hand beginning to unbutton his dress shirt as he mouthed along. You giggled, not at him but because of him, because he was so playful and funny and hot and for some reason, he decided tonight was the night to give you a striptease. Ted smiled along with you, his hips moving to the rhythm as he pulled his open shirt halfway down his shoulder, now standing directly in front of you. You leaned forward and ran a hand up his t-shirt-covered abdomen with a laugh and he let the shirt fall to the floor. 

The song hit the chorus again and Ted walked around the back of your chair, both of his large, warm hands trailing down your body pushing your legs apart as he murmured song lyrics into your ear. Your cheeks were hot now, both from grinning and his touch, and when he walked back around in front of you his face was more serious than before. He kept direct eye contact as he undid his belt one-handed, pulling it free and snapping it between his hands. You couldn’t help the squeak that spilled from between your lips. 

Ted smirked again as he stepped closer, one of his legs in between your own and you had to stop yourself from scooting even closer. He pulled his undershirt over his head so he was now bare-chested and you carded your nails through the trail of hair on his belly. Ted reached for you, placing one hand at the back of your neck and tilting your head so he could lean down and kiss you passionately, his tongue sliding easily into your mouth and taking control as you moaned against him.

Your hands were gripping his hips and when he broke the kiss he took one of them and placed it against his fly. It wasn't demanding; it was clear that he wasn't just trying to get your hands on his clearly growing arousal, but that he wanted you to unbutton and unzip his dress pants. You were taking on a more active role in this strip tease, though you certainly didn’t avoid caressing him as you assisted. 

“Go on,” Ted whispered when you paused after unbuttoning him. You ran the zipper down slowly and he stepped back to let the pants fall away with his shirt. And that's when you realized he was wearing boxer briefs with your face on them.

You dissolved into giggles, the song fading out in the background. You stood and threw yourself in Ted’s arms so he’d know you weren’t laughing at him, you were just tickled. He hugged you back, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

“So when I showed up at the locker room today, the boys were…helping you practice?” 

“Uh huh,” Ted nodded, a little embarrassed. 

“And all of this was to show me that you bought underwear with my face on them?”

“Yep,” Ted responded, prouder this time.

You cupped the man’s face in your hands, your cheeks already tired from smiling so much. “You wonderful, ridiculous man. I love you so much. This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” 

“Oh just wait to see what I’ve got planned next year! This was just the trial run, ya see—” 

You cut him off with a kiss, “Don’t ruin the surprise silly. Now come along and let me peel my face off of you and replace it with the real thing.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Ted nodded enthusiastically, his ears pinking as he followed you into the bedroom.  

[sbk-zgvlt]

1. I’m honestly impressed about how you two made a whole ass fan fiction which I heavily enjoy with just a simple question

2. I’m hoping onto that Peter Pan idea train

3. This random idea which has less Angst. Basically one day at NRC, all the main cast suddenly get transported into to a story book where they get each character is transported into a different story that best matches there personalities(or in author sense what there character was inspired by), so when the Diasomnia group get transported to the story of sleeping beauty, the can’t find Sebek anywhere. Meanwhile, Sebek is wondering where the hell everyone is and why he’s on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, where’s there’s apparently pirate ships. (I also imagine sense Sebek is half crocodile fea he has a crocodile tail which can disappear and reappear)

1. We're just that cool

2. I think i need to make a tag for that now...

3. IM SO INSANE ABOUT THIS

They probably messed around with this cursed storybook that Crowley keeps in his office and now they suffer the consequences.

The thing is though that they have to complete each story by their order in the book to actually progress. So, we start with Alice in Wonderland where Heartslabyul is stuck in. The further down the story is in the book (First story = Alice in Wonderland, last story = Sleeping Beauty), the longer the dorm has been inside.

For example, Heartslabyul have only been stuck for a day. Savanaclaw for a week. Octavinelle for a month, etc.

The basics of how this works is that while the first story is being played out, the others haven't even started yet. They're basically on pause. It's like Heartslabyul is trying to finish the story in a day while Savanaclaw is stuck inside the story 1 week before the events actually happen.

When Heartslabyul finish their story, they get transported to the Lion King and meet with Savanaclaw. They finish the story, then meet with Octavinelle in Little Mermaid, so on and so forth.

They eventually reach the Sleeping Beauty, only to be met with a frantic Diasomnia who have been stuck in the story for 5 months (They don't age or something by the way...when they return to the real world they've only been gone for a minute).

Turns out they have NOT seen Sebek at all, and Silver is in a FRENZY. Malleus is starting to embrace his villain role a bit too well in the story, and Lilia has practically reverted back to his old war veteran days.

The cast finally snap them out of it when they're able to finish the story, and Riddle suggests that maybe Sebek wasn't affected by the storybook for some reason? Or they'll be able to find him once they reach the true end of the book.

So, the true characters of thr story finally manifest so Diasomnia can just watch things play out with the rest of the cast as well.

They watch Aurora get married, some get a bit teary-eyed while Leona and Malleus argue over the color of her dress, then all they have to do now is wait for the end of the story-

Everyone gets transported to a room. The Darlings' room. Everyone freaks out because WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GO HOME???

Diasomnia are inconsolable because they think that Sebek was left behind in the Sleeping Beauty story and will be stuck there forever and are continuously trying to find ways to go back-

"Uh, you guys aren't Wendy." Everyone turns towards the window. Peter Pan, in all his glory, was sitting by the windowsill with his arms crossed. He thinks that they broke in and is prepared to beat their asses until Jack and Trey explain their situation.

Peter hears about this Sebek guy and goes "Oh! You mean ole' croc? I know where he is!" Diasomnia pause and then immediately start screaming at him to bring them to him.

A few pixie dust later (courtesy of a disgruntled Tinkerbell), they're flying over Neverland. Peter is about to introduce them to the lost boys only for the sound of a cannon to interrupt him.

Pirates are invading the island once more, and the cast are quick to defend themselves. They can't seem to get a single hit on Captain Hook though, mostly because of fairy tale laws or whatever.

They're in a bit of a disadvantage, and even Peter is getting restless-

Tick.

Tock.

Captain Hook goes pale, as well as the rest of his crew. NRC look confused only for a familiar voice to ring throughout the fight: "ARE YOU BACK FOR ANOTHER ROUND, CAPTAIN?" It's Sebek!

Except he looks...different. Not different in the way that Rook now has black hair for whatever reason, nor different by the fact that Lilia's hair is long again.

This Sebek looks older. Not too old, but there are key differences. His usual round ears are now a bit pointed, his hair past his shoulders. He's wearing something wildly different- there's no trace of his uniform.

Instead, an old, raggy pirate's cloak hangs off his shoulders that just serves to make him look more intimidating. And uh the rest of his clothes are the ones that Will Stetson is wearing in his cover of Shinunoga E-wa with black pants LOOK MAN im writing this in my notes app offline.

His magestone is no longer placed in a pen, rather it hangs off his ear as an earring.

The biggest change however is the scales and tail...as well as the ticking face of a clock that replaces his right eye.

Hook's crew are quick to retreat, not before Sebek can suddenly jump into their ship though. The cast watch Sebek raise Hook up by the scruff of his neck, and with a flick of his wrist, his claws retract.

"P-please!" Hook pleads. "Have mercy!" Sebek smiles. "I'm true to my word, Captain." And promptly slices his hand off.

He jumps off the ship with Hook's hand, Peter quick to catch him as they ignore Hook's frantic screams. Blood trickles down his claws, and once they reach solid ground, Peter puts Sebek down.

Sebek throws the hand into the sand, and with a single kick, sends it flying into the ocean. Right on time, a crocodile jumps from the water and catches it into its mouth, before retreating back into the water.

"That was so cool!" Peter exclaims from behind him with childlike wonder. Sebek doesn't react, only sighing, "HUMAN, JUST BECAUSE IVE BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR DOESNT MEAN ILL BE HERE FOREVER. SOONER OR LATER, YOU WILL NEED TO FACE THE CAPTAIN BY YOURSE-"

He turns around to continue to berate Peter, only to pause when he sees the mildly injured forms of the NRC cast.

"...PETER WHAT THE FUCK"

[pinkishpearls]

bobo 🧸

christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

fluff | minimal/fluffy angst 💐

The past week for Chris has been horrible. From multiple meetings to his clothing brand’s website temporarily shutting down due to technical difficulties. Nothing had been going right for him this week, and the constant travel didn’t make him feel better either. He’d been complaining to me about how hard it’s been the past few days over the phone and how he couldn’t wait to come back and see me, I couldn’t wait too see him to.

-

I lay on my bed mindlessly scrolling on my phone, hoping the time would just go a tad bit quicker in order for Chris to come home. Scrolling on Pinterest unfazed, I get pulled back into reality with a notification from Chris, a cheesy smile then plastering across my face.

chris 🧡:

Coming home rn. I miss u ily

You:

can’t wait to see u 2 ugh i’m so excited !! i love u tooooo

I sigh a sigh of relief, I’ve been missing Chris so much and he was finally coming home now. I couldn’t wait to greet him and cuddle him again, one week was enough for sleepless nights. But I knew that Chris was going to complain about how restless his week was, but I didn’t mind that. So I sat up and patted my hair into place before sitting cross legged on the bed, preparing for what I was going to say.

The door handle turns before opening and revealing the blue eyed brunette figure. “Hi, Chris!” I smile, and run up to him as he rolls his suitcases away from him before he holds his arms out for a hug. He plasters you a sad smile, and you heart breaks little. “You’re alright.” I coo before engulfing him in a warm, tight hug. “Missed you so much.” he mumbles into my shoulder, his cold arms wrapping around my body making me wince. “Oh baby.” I break away from the hug, “Your cold, let’s go have a shower, hm?” I ask and he nods his head in return. “It was so cold outside.” he whines before I grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom.

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“Feeling better now, Chris?” I ask as I lay my phone down on my nightstand, “Yeah, thanks.” he says dryly, and I only feel the tiniest bit concerned. “Anything wrong?” I question and I can see Chris fight the emotions that threaten to spill out. He’s had a rough week, and even though he was fine now, it’s always ok to express your emotions. “I- I’m fine. Let’s just go to bed, please?” he pleads and with a sigh, you comply. “Fine.” you huff, turning the sheets over you as you were already laying underneath them. “I’m gonna get Bobo really quick.” he says before making his way to his suitcase were Bobo was supposedly stored.

Bobo was Chris’s childhood monkey stuffed animal, he’d had him since he was 3 and he was the only stuffed animal that survived the tragic house fire that burnt down Chris’s family home a few years back. Chris cherished it, and although he didn’t sleep with it every night like how Matt does with Mr Winkleton or how Nick does with Richie, he brung it with him as he says “When I sleep with Bobo when your not here, it feels like your right next to me. I don’t know, I find comfort in Bobo like I find comfort in you, I guess.”

I over hear Chris struggle with his suitcase zip, seeming as he might’ve overpacked or not’ve folded his clothes, but I mind it knowing that he’d sort it out. Or I thought, before I hear a soft gasp escape Chris’s mouth. I jolt up immediately, “What, Chris?” I inquired before a horrified gasp escapes my lips. “Bobo!” I gulped and I glance to see Chris, his eyes glossy and his lips trembling, my heart shatters at the view. Bobo’s arm and left part of his body were torn off, my heart throbbed as I saw Chris start to sob “Bobo! He-he got c-caught in the zipper of my suitcase a-and I tried to get him out but- Oh God! He got stuck more and more and it’s all my fault!” he cries before burying his face into his hands, muffling the tragic sounds falling out his mouth. The rip didn’t seem too bad, and it looked like something I could mend with my little sewing kit I had stuffed underneath my bed, but right now all I could focus on was Chris. This must’ve been Chris’s breaking point, as he doesn’t stop sobbing. “It’s ok Chris! Your alright!” I coo as I bring my hand to rub along his shaking back. “Let’s get in bed, hm?” I quaked before Chris and I lift off the floor and onto my bed.

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His head was buried into the crook of my neck, he’d stop crying by now and was now fast asleep. His mouth was slightly agape and his hair was all scruffy, but I thought he looked beautiful like this, I wish I could savour this moment. I couldn’t fall asleep, my eyes were fixed on Chris, but I decided to move them around, examining the room. I looked sadly at Bobo who was still laying on the ground, his arm detached as he lay there, his dark marble eyes looking up into nothing. Slipping out of bed, I reach for Bobo, being careful not to tear anymore of the fragile fabric, before reaching down and equipping my sewing kit. I smile sheepishly, knowing I was going to please Chris, he was going to be so happy when he wakes up.

- in the morning ☀️

I open my eyelids, followed by a morning groan escaping my lips. The sun seeps through the gaps of my blinds, and my eyes squint, readjusting to the lighting. “Baby!” Chris beamed as soon as he saw my eyes open, “Bobo!” he rejoiced, bringing Bobo to my face and swinging him around. I sweetly smile at Chris and he smiles back, his pupils big and full of love. “I love you.” he says, placing a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my cheeks, and then, my lips.

“I love you too, idiot!” I giggled, before he places his lips back on mine.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

ALEC HARDISON (leverage)

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“Break” (Alec Hardison x Fem!Reader)

| You visit Alec to let off some stress and to get out of your own head.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, cockwarming, oral (male receiving), spacing out, sub space?

| Since Leverage: Redemption season two just came out and I watched Black Adam yesterday I’m gonna finally post this. Or not! It’s been, like, almost a full year since I wrote this.

| 1k+ words

Beg. NOTES: Listen, I don’t know how much of an audience reader insert fics with Hardison have (very little from what I’ve seen), and I don’t want to intrude by posting this, but hey! Without risks you’re not truly living, right? ALSO, I love Alec and Parker together and I love the OT3, okay? Don’t come for me.

You close your laptop only a little harshly, finally done with your work for the day. Now you could read or do something else to decompress and rest your eyes from the strain of your computer screen, but something is pushing you towards your boyfriend in specific.

You know he’s doing a virtual campaign right now so you haven’t seen him in a few hours, but he’s never rejected your presence as long as you weren’t disruptive, so? You shrug and walk off towards his room. No harm in testing it out. You feel the tiniest bit depraved of your Alec and you wanted to give your mind a break anyways.

He turns to you languidly, no startling and no obvious irritation on his face. You nod to yourself and softly click the door closed.

“Hey,” his voice is soft and he gives his usual bright utterly smitten smile that makes you want to die (in a good way). “Class go well?”

You smile just as sappily back at him and revel in the way it makes him soften even more.

“It was alright,” you incline your head as he chuckles. “I could use some of your company though. You know, if it’s not too much to ask?”

His eyes widen briefly before he starts hurriedly moving things around.

“Yea- yeah, girl. Come right ahead, you know I always got time for you,” he takes a second to unmute to declare he’s present since he was apparently on hold because of complications on somebody’s end. He beckons you over right afterwards. “You have something to do?”

You shrug, dropping down on all fours.

“I have four hours to waste, which means I have four hours to relax. If you wanna fuck around some?”

“Oh,” he breathes. He knows exactly how you like to fuck around when you’re stressed.

Alec looks at you wide eyed for the entire time it takes you to cross the room to his desk. Snapping out of it only when you’re kneeling in front of him and running your hands up his thighs.

He makes a choked noise, hand snapping up to cover his mike and pull it away from his mouth even with it being off.

“Jesus, baby, are you sure?”

His voice is rushed but he’s looking at you with obvious interest. You smile up at him before leaning in and ghosting the tip of your nose over where you know his cock is hiding in his basketball shorts.

You make eye contact, “Please?”

Alec’s leg jumps.

That, the soft needy question you pose, is all he needs because in a second he’s reaching his hand back for one of his pillows and dropping it down for you to kneel on. You do so with a small chuckle and a “thank you.”

He’s trembling and giving you the most eager looks in between participating, voice mainly only keeping steady because you’re not trying to distract him. You just want him in your mouth, no mischief needed. Though he is fidgety partially because he knows if the inclination struck you you could easily embarrass the hell out of him.

You laugh and move to pull his pants down his thighs with his assistance. Once he’s free to your satisfaction you brush the lightest kiss to his happy trail. He sighs, meeting your gaze intermittently as he plays through his turn. In response you trail featherlight kisses down to his dick, which is steadily hardening for your consideration, kiss at his base and then travel down to lick over his balls.

His voice stutters harshly over his next sentence and you smile before pulling away. He gives you this panicked desperate look, making as if he’s about to start complaining you, but you wave him off.

“Easy baby,” you mouth right before making him gasp by kissing his tip and then wrapping your lips around his head.

You keep your pace easygoing as Alec stutters and stops over his words; as he trembles against you, dick twitching while you slowly engulf him.

You wring your first moan out of him when you’ve gotten him all the way down your throat, mind steadily blanking on anything other than the weight of him on your tongue and the slight twinge in your jaw, when the back of your throat swallows over his head.

His head drops down and his hand clumsily snaps out to mute his microphone.

“S-shit girl, oh my god. It’s like you’re trying to kill me -goddamn.” he groans at the hum you give him.

You barely fucking hear him, have no clue when he moaned that he nearly did it for everyone to hear. You're just losing yourself in the sensations. The way he pulses in your mouth, the occasional twitch as he struggles not to fuck into your throat, how your jaw feels, the stretch of your lips, and then the drool running clear like polished glass down your chin and dripping onto Alec’s balls.

You sigh and go limp against him when his hand moves to your head. He burrows his fingers into your thick curls to get a firm grip but doesn’t do anything else. You swallow around his cock again in thanks, only in tune with the way it makes him shift against you. In the strangled noise he makes. The fact he’s on call isn’t even a factor any more; just his pleasure and how he feels in your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut happily as he scratches blunt nails against your scalp.

“God baby,” he gasps and you whine just the tiniest bit, pussy twinging between your legs. Your hands don’t move from their position in your lap though.

Alec’s got you. The thought echoes in your mind nicely as you hand over control. You don’t have to worry about anything else but him.

- - -

Alec curses above your head, completely unregistered by you, and then rushes to get himself excused. You’re making him feel so fucking good and for that you deserve all his attention -and boy does he want to give it. Plus, you dropped so fast that he’s a bit worried about you; it typically took way more coaxing from him to get you out of your head.

He’s extra careful with his movements as he logs off and shuts down his setup. His eyes draw fully to you once he’s done and don’t leave. You were too pretty like this, face relaxed like it only ever was in sleep with your lips stretched to accommodate his girth.

He brushes his free hand over your face when he shifts too much for your liking and you let out an utterly disparaging whine.

“Shh, baby, it’s alright. You’re doing so good for me, you know that? I got you I promise,” he grinds forward the smallest bit, moaning when you squeeze down. “So damn good.”

NOTES: Hi, hope you enjoyed! I don’t know shit about dnd so I kept this as vague as possible, and I didn’t use gaming because I know even less about that shit.

I’ll catch any typos later!

I just got back on my Leverage bullshit and so now I feel I must finally blow the thick layer of built up dust off of this draft and post it. Keep in mind though that I have since turned this fic into another - heavily edited - Peter Parker fic with a similar premise because of how scared I was to post a “Hardison x Reader” story, let alone a smutty one. (I know, self plagiarism; the horrors! The whole idea of “self plagiarism” is nonsense anyway, but I digress.)

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[philtstone]

your choice of Fellowship members, 17

#17 -- "San Fransisco", The Mowgli's I've been in love with love and the idea of, Something binding us together, You know that love is strong enough :')

For all that Sam has only just traversed half of Middle Earth and faced unspeakable horrors, there is still a small part of him, which he is sure many a self-respecting Hobbit would be proud of, that feels wholly out of sorts at an event of Men so grand as this.

The food at Aragorn's coronation feast is right delicious, though. This does make Sam feel very confirmed in his choice of friends.

"I don't think they'll do it," comes Pippin's voice, while Sam finishes the last of his ale and happily digs into a very flavourful sweet potato pie, "there's too many people watchin'. And her father's right there and everything."

"I'll bet you half of Gimli's best pipeweed,” says Merry, “in ten minutes -- alright, fifteen -- they’ll be off. Go on, look at their faces, Pip."

"Bet on your own pipeweed," grumbles Gimli, rather more loudly than might be advisable. "And nae, they'll last another twenty yet. These elf types are made of unnaturally strong stuff, I've come to find."

"You're only saving the pipeweed because you are afraid of losing it to me," says Legolas calmly. "As I am correct in thinking they shan't last five."

Sam watches as Gimli takes back his compliment, and Legolas's flagon of ale, with great ceremony. Legolas is handed a second, unscathed flagon immediately by Pippin, who seems to have produced it out of thin air.

Amongst all the everything else, Sam has to admit there's something relieving about being able to simply sit in companionable tomfoolery with his old friends. There is still loss, lingering around them, but it doesn't hurt so -- certainly not at a time like this, when joy ripples through the room like a bubbling brook, carried by most everyone in the court but none so effortlessly as Aragorn himself, whose face -- ever grave, often warm in Sam's memory -- is transformed completely into a beacon of radiant, cloudless laughter.

Beside him, almost literally glowing with her own happiness, is Lady Arwen.

Throughout the former half of the day, Aragorn had admirably devoted his attention to any and all who required it, with a forward sincerity that no one could question. It’s by now late evening, and the King and his lady have spent the day standing closer and closer to one another until now they are all but bound at the hip like lovers (which Sam supposes with a little private nod to himself they are), sat at the great table at the front of the room (most folk are too caught up in their own celebrating to notice anymore), arm in arm (like black-eyed Susans wrapped ‘round each other!), and with their heads bowed such that their cheeks almost touch but not so much that the whole hall can’t see their delighted, whisper-y, intimate laughter. 

They’ve been at it for nearly an hour by now. It’s a little hard to tell whose robe starts where. Sam’s sure that were this any other time and place, there'd be a lot of tongues wagging about propriety and such.

Then again, Sam doesn't know much about propriety when it comes to Men and Elves, does he? 

“I’m telling you,” says Merry. “Fifteen more minutes, and then we’ll look over, and they’ve snuck off.”

“No, no,” says Pippin, wiping importantly at his froth mustache; they are, Sam’s got to admit, all a bit in their cups. “They’re too much in their own world. I don’t think it’ll occur to them to do it.”

“Five,” says Legolas primly. “The people are reveling and Lord Elrond looks pleased.”

“He’s looking pleased at the wall all the way over there,” says Gimli, stifling a dignified burp. He passes Legolas the ale again, who takes it and finishes it off, “which is well enough, I’d agree, but dear Pippin makes a good point.”

“Why thank you, Gimli.”

“What do you think, Frodo?” asks Merry, crossing his arms in a preemptive triumph.

They all look over; Frodo’s been more quiet than any of the rest of them all evening, which is to be expected these days. Sam thinks this with a sharp ache in his heart. Merry and Pippin and Gimli, alongside many others, have loosened their proverbial neckties and rumpled themselves the way grand feasts ought to rumple you; even Legolas has hairs sitting the wrong way on his head. Save the scarf Pippin lent an hour ago for additional warmth, Frodo looks just as he was early this morning: clean and tired, and occasionally with a small smile on his face whenever he looks upon his friends. For Merry's question he does not have a smile, and takes a long moment to answer, and Sam worries that perhaps in their own enjoyment they’ve left him too long to be caught in his own head and heartache – on a night like this! – and the thought carries with it a sort of sadness that a Sam of only a year ago wouldn’t have thought possible.  

Then Frodo says,

“The real question we ought to be asking, Merry, is — how much do we think Aragorn has had to drink?”

And he isn’t his old self, to be sure, but he’s got a little sparkle of mischief in his eye that gets Sam grinning a big old grin.

The collective begins muttering contemplatively amongst themselves quite immediately.

“Now that is a good question,” says Merry. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him have more’n a cup,” opines Gimli. “Now, Legolas — Legolas --" (He reaches an arm over to swat at the elf) "you've known him longer than the rest of us --"

“Hmmmm,” is all Legolas says, deep in a consternated focus, looking with such drunken intensity at the king that Sam thinks it’s a miracle Aragorn doesn’t notice.

Or maybe he does, and is just ignoring them.

“He does seem awful giggly-like,” says Pippin, drawing his chin back with wide eyes and a voice tinged with a bit of awe, “that’s right enough.”

Even Sam finds himself seriously considering Frodo's question.

Then,

“He has had barely a drop,” interrupts a sudden, sonorous voice, and the group of them startles sharply. There, of course, is Gandalf: appeared robed and overall perfectly put together behind their table, sucking serenely on his pipe where he stands tall above them, “for the King's attention has been elsewhere; what you are observing is simply the effects of being in love.”

His eyes twinkle with the same mischief Frodo's held.

“Or,” Gandalf adds slowly, “indeed, what you are not observing.”

He nods with significance, and Sam turns back to see a thoroughly empty pair of seats.

“Oh!” exclaims Pippin.

“How long’s it been?” demands Merry.

"I cannot see them!" cries Legolas.

“Oh, not four minutes,” says Gandalf gravely, and Legolas makes a dismayed face.

“But a moment off!” he laments.

“So I suppose not a single one of you may claim Glimli's good pipeweed,” Gandalf informs them. He blows a perfectly shaped smoke ring towards Merry, who sighs with yearning; Pippin is still looking around the room open-mouthed with surprise. “Now, if you might excuse me, I must go meddle in some affairs,” says Gandalf.

He sweeps away, towards the other far corner of the hall, where between the dancers Faramir stands shooting looks (Sam's sure he himself has had such looks in the past) at a resplendent (if slightly red cheeked) White Lady of Rohan.

Sam sits back in his seat. It's true, all in all: Aragorn and Arwen really are nowhere to be found. Lord Elrond, Sam notices, continues to look very determinedly at that wall, but with a happy sort of expression on his face.

Sam's seen just enough of the world to figure when how some elves are feeling, at least.

"He could've come said goodnight," says Merry, sounding slightly put out.

"Ach," says Gimli, with a surety that's very characteristic of him, yes, but terribly comforting all the same. "We'll see him again tomorrow."

And the simple truth of it, Sam thinks -- if just for now -- might be the greatest relief they've all felt in some time.

He looks towards Frodo; he has a hand held over his mouth, and is working very hard to smother his laughter. With another private nod to himself, Sam digs back into his potato pie.

“So …” begins Pippin's voice again after a moment, emerging from the cheerful bustle and chatter around them. “How long do we think, 'til Faramir and Eowyn sneak off?"