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good luck, babe! | chapter 2

regina george x reader

summary: After the Queen Bee of North Shore makes up rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing room, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You didn’t think that would mean coming to a reluctant agreement with Regina George.

a/n: i wasn’t gonna add cady but now i am because it’s convenient for me so just pretend she’s in the last chapter lol. also they get high way faster than what’s accurate but i wrote this in like 4 sittings it felt longer to me pls spare me. if the picture collage thing is ugly i’m sorry i’m not a tumblr native 😭 but anyways big thanks to everyone who interacted with the first chapter mwah!!!!! (photo creds from left to right: @/mediorcesav on insta, @/marvelsgirl616, casual mv by chappell roan)

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When the bell rings after 7th period, you’re already halfway out the door.

You’re already sober enough from earlier so you’re desperate to get outside, even if Regina will be there. You bite the inside of your mouth in annoyance. You like your after school alone time; you didn’t want the person who literally ruined your social life to be there. At least maybe she’ll leave right after you smoke. You realize she most likely won’t after you remember she drives. How could you forget that bedazzled orange Jeep?

You feel the dappled sunlight sink heat into your skin once you enter the woods behind the baseball field. It really was a nice day. You make your way to your usual spot and lift up the pile of sticks and leaves that hide your forest stash. The guy who sells to you charges a ridiculous amount for carts compared to just the plant so you try to use them sparingly. Even if this shit stinks up the whole forest.

You’re not sure if Regina will care or not if you start without her, so you pull out your phone to pass the time. Besides, you want to be sober anyway when she finally shows.

After about 20 minutes of standing there, you start to get impatient. You almost pull the bag out to start without her before you finally see a flash of blonde hair from behind the trees.

“Took you long enough.” you mutter, already opening the bag without paying Regina much attention. Your patience was windeled, and you don’t especially want to talk to her anyway.

“Sorry I have a social life. I guess you wouldn’t know,” she snaps back, her voice strained.

You feel the annoyance crawl down your back like a centipede, and you have to bite the inside of your mouth to stop yourself from saying something back to her. She holds basically your life in her hands since you’d be both fucked and poor if she decided to snitch on you. Probably not a good idea to start a fight on the first day of your little deal, but she made it difficult.

You grab one of the cans from under the pile of leaves as you see Regina cross her arms a couple feet away from you. Her eyes watching your every move makes you a bit wary on instinct. You feel like a mouse being stalked by a snake. You grab a decently sized piece out of the bag and put it on the crushed can. You couldn’t be bothered to roll your own blunts, so this was the next best thing.

“How much have you smoked before?” you ask, just wanting a general idea on how much she should have so that you wouldn’t have to drag her to the parking lot. Apparently, she takes great offense.

“What are you, my mom? Just hurry up so I can get out of here,” she says begrudgingly, like being out here was the biggest possible drag on her life. She was really grating on your last nerve right now.

“Trying my best.” you respond dryly, giving her a snide smile as you fiddle with the lighter.

“Well, obviously it’s not good enough. What are you even doing, anyway? This is the shadiest shit I’ve ever seen—”

You blow the first hit out of your mouth harshly. “Can you please just shut the fuck up? I don’t want to be out here with you either!”

“That’s shocking. I’m surprised this isn’t your ultimate wet dream, being alone in the forest with me,” Regina sneers, nothing but disgust on her face. Like you were some kind of animal instead of human.

“What’s that going off of? The photo collection that you made up?” you snap, putting the can down for a minute. “Believe me, I want nothing to do with you either. But since we’re gonna be out here every day, you could at least make it a little easier.”

You can tell she wants to rip your throat out just by the way she looks at you. Pursed lips, downturned eyebrows, piercing blue eyes surrounded by eyeliner almost as sharp as the look she’s giving you right now. She’s way too tense for someone about to get high.

“Whatever.” she finally says, although the edge to her voice makes you want to scoff. Better not to sour her mood more than necessary, though.

Pleased with the newfound silence, you light the piece on top of the can once more and take another hit. It’s strong enough to make you cough, and you sit down against the foot of a tree. Regina raises an eyebrow at you.

“I thought you were supposed to be some kind of professional,” she says, but her voice isn’t quite as taunting as before. It almost sounded like a joke. Maybe she was considering not making this hell for you after all.

“It’s not good if it doesn’t make you cough.” you respond with a shrug. She looks at you expectantly, but you pretend you don’t see. You don’t want to have to stand back up just to pass her the can.

Eventually, she sits next to you (albeit, begrudgingly) and you pass the can to her, lighting it again when she puts her lips up to it. She explodes into a coughing fit the minute the smoke hits her lungs.

You can’t help but snicker at the sight of Regina George coughing her lungs out with just one hit from the can. It was almost strange to see her not perfectly arranged the way she was at school. You were up close enough to see the strings that sew her together.

She glares at you from the corner of her eye, but it only makes you laugh harder. You’re acting stupid right now and you’re aware of it, but you can’t stop. It’s a nice sort of high. Not like when you smoke too much and everything starts to blur together, which happens more than you’d like to admit. But this is nice. You lean back until your back touches the grass.

Regina has a couple more hits until she’s smoked about everything that’ll come out of it, and you both just lay there on the forest floor. You’re surprised she isn’t whining about dirt getting on her outfit. Maybe she’s too stoned to care. She never did answer your question about her tolerance.

Your thoughts go elsewhere as you stare up at the sky. The tops of the trees cover most of it. The sun from behind the leaves make them look almost as if they are glowing. It’s so beautiful. You wish you could reach up and feel it between your own fingertips, the fabric of the sky.

“You don’t care about what I think about you.” You hear Regina say, her voice only a couple of feet away from you. It sounds more like a statement than a question.

You don’t why it’s funny to you, but it is. You feel the laugh escape your lips before you can stop it.

“I guess not.” you respond, even though you’re not certain if she wanted a response. It sounded like she was just thinking out loud. You feel that.

“Everyone else does. They grovel to me like lap dogs.” she says amusingly, although her voice drags and you can tell she’s starting to get tired.

“You don’t like it?” you ask with surprise.

“It’s the way it should be,” she declares, as if you’re stupid for even asking. “But everyone else is a less hot version of me. It gets annoying talking to the same clones that hang onto my every word. Like, just be normal for once in your life,” Regina complains, an annoyed edge in her tone near the end. Somehow you could tell she was talking about Gretchen. That poor girl really did hang onto every little thing Regina said or did. It was almost worshipful. But in an unfortunate, sad kind of way.

Her problems didn’t seem all that hard compared to others, but you don’t say anything. It’s intesting to you to hear her talk about this stuff, to see what goes on in her head. You’d never really considered what her life was like. You wonder if there’s a reason she’s the way that she is. There must be. Everyone’s a product of their environment in some shape or form. Of course, it doesn’t excuse everything she’s done, but that thought makes you want to get inside her head somehow.

You shake your head at the silly train of thought. Regina George was just plain mean. Nothing more to it. You turn your head to look at her as you realize you never responded.

Her eyes are closed, hair splayed out on the forest ground. She looks stoned as fuck, her chest rising and falling dangerously slow. You snort and roll your eyes. How low was her tolerance? You already felt mostly normal again.

Somehow she still manages to look perfect, even if you could mistake her as a corpse. You lay your head back down. Your parents wouldn’t mind if you were home a little late, right?

After that, you and Regina would meet to smoke behind the school almost every day, except when Regina had plans with her friends and you would just go alone. You still wish she wasn’t there, but sometimes she’s okay to talk to when she isn’t being a priss. She complains about her friends and boys and how sometimes in the morning her eyelash curler refuses to work. It’s entertaining to hear about how shallow her problems are. You still want to punch her most of the time, though.

This time around, however, she’s complaining about math. Something about her teacher failing her on purpose or something to make her have sex with him to get her grade up. You seriously doubt that’s true, but you listen anyway.

“Like, he’s totally obsessed with me. I know how to do the work, but he always marks it as wrong anyway. That Cady girl helps me with it, and she’s some kind of math freak.” Regina exclaims, taking a huge hit from the smoking can. She immediately sputters and you take the can back from her with a slight roll of your eyes. That’s probably enough for her.

“Is she, though?” you ask, taking a hit from the can yourself. “She’s in my Calc class and lately she’s been doing really shitty. I guess you guys are rubbing off on her,” you say with amusement.

Regina takes a deep breath, an agitated sigh coming out of her. “What’s the point of her tutoring me, then? They’re gonna take me off the soccer team if I don’t start passing like all of my classes. It’s like she wants me to fail.” she seethes, and she sounds genuinely upset. She could afford to pay attention in class instead of doing her makeup if better grades is what she wants, but alas.

You kind of want to offer to help her, but it’s her own fault so you bite your tongue. You put the can down with a sharp sigh. You’d rather not smoke too much around her in fear that you’ll start acting stupid and she’ll post it all over the internet. Just the slightly more giggly high is fine for now.

Regina stares bullets through you as your stash back under the pile of leaves. You pick up your backpack and get ready to leave. You feel fine enough to walk home.

“You’re not gonna offer to help me?” she asks indignantly, as if you owed it to her. You have to bite your lip to keep from groaning in annoyance. Could she be any more of a spoiled brat?

“Why would I do that?” you respond, feeling that your distaste seeps through your voice as well as your expression. You’re tired, both from school and from hanging out with Regina for too long. You just want to go home.

“Because I’m keeping your secret?” she says with that tone that reminds you of a viper. The one she uses to get whatever she wants from people by threatening to ruin them. Your chest bubbles with that same anger as that day in the cafeteria.

“Dude, I’m literally your plug. I’ve done enough for you to keep your mouth shut.” you snap, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. She was really starting to piss you off. That’s how it was with Regina; just when you think she’s all right, she starts doing this bullshit again.

“So what? I don’t need weed. I can break our deal whenever I want. Besides, you’ll only tutor me until the end of the month. It’s not that deep.” It’s only the beginning of October, so you’d be wasting more of your time with her for the next month, but of course she doesn’t include that. God, you’re so pissed off, but what can you do? Not be able to smoke anymore? Get suspended again? You hate that she can just hang this over your head until you comply. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as you stare at her, one of her hands on her hip and her eyebrows raised as if you’re a dog she just told to heel that won’t listen. Your hands bunch into tight fists until your knuckles turn white. You really wish you had seen her with that bruise right about now.

“Fine.” you spit, pushing your way out of the clearing and back towards the school. Great. Now it would take even longer to shake Regina off. You shoulder branches of leaves out of your way, your feet kicking at the dirt. You wished she could just be fucking normal and that she never started any of this in the first place.

“I better see you tomorrow, loser!” You hear Regina scream from somewhere behind you. God, you were gonna kill her. Or yourself. Whichever came first.

#mean girls #mean girls x reader #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader #regina george x you #regina george 2024 #mean girls 2024 x reader

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commanderyes · 3 months

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The Commander Says Goodbye

I’m not going to lie, I’m extremely anxious as i’m writing this, out of what these news could mean to a lot of people, and my heart feels heavy enough it could drop down my ribcage any minute from now and squish all my other organs. But I’ve been dancing around this topic for a long time now, and I think i’ve finally reached a point where i can’t ignore it anymore, for my own sake.

I hereby announce Commander Yes has come to an end.

As I’ve mentioned plenty of times before, here and to many other people, when I began this comic all the way back in 2018 I was in a really bad, really low place in my life in every sense of the word, and it was a spur-of-the moment decision to cheer myself up, because Path of Fire had just released and my enjoyment of the game had reached fever pitch and I had been playing Guild Wars 2 alone since as far as launch, and none of my other friends had ever really gotten into it. I guess I just, dunno, cried out into the big maelstrom of the community, one voice amidst millions, because i wanted SOMEBODY to look at what i did and revel in the nerdery with me.

And somehow the snowball began to roll and people wanted more and more of what I could do, and I was being actively reached out to, and, well, some time after that I landed my first ever job, I discovered a lot of things about myself, and I found myself in communities that welcomed me with open arms, and many of the people in there have since become among the best friends I could’ve possibly encountered, kindred souls who i’ve shared joys and sorrows for many years and who I can’t imagine living without anymore.

And all the while I kept making the comics, and with every entry posted every week I’d keep having people stopping to comment on them, and whether they were dumb jokes or personal takes on the story, they’d all share how much what I do kept hitting them in the kokoro, and to this day whenever I play anywhere in the game I still get people who recognize me and thank me for doing what I do. It was wonderful, it IS wonderful, and seeing that response motivated me to keep going, because what did still mattered to people, out there.

But I did always say I planned to keep doing these comics until I ran out of energy for them, and I think i’ve finally reached that point.

Because ever since I actually landed that job I’m exhausted and sleep-deprived every other day, so much so that I only have time to work on the comic on saturdays and sundays, and it gets harder and harder to just sit and draw, and at that point it was just more work, and while I still enjoy and play Guild Wars 2 a lot, it no longer consumes my time and attention like I’ve used to and i’ve been having fun with more personal projects, and honestly the direction the story is taking these days does not sit right with me and it’s hard to find inspiration in that, and this might be borderline selfish but every year I find people care less and less about the comics and it really takes a hit to you motivation when hardly anybody responds after you’ve spent a whole weekend trying to squeeze a five-page comic out.

And, well, I have been doing these for six years straight, and I think that’s a good run. I’m tired, and ready to move on, at long last. Let it be someone else’s turn.

But that’s the beautiful thing about this community, isn’t it? Even if I’m hanging up the hat, there are a whole lot of fantastic artists out there, as we speak, still cranking out works of art, deserving of all the attention they can get. And think of all the artists yet to come! For every story that ends, another story is just about to begin!

The world keeps on spinning, one way or another.

I’ll be closing my patreon shortly after this, but the reddit archives and tumblr blog shall remain for people to browse whenever they feel like (or until they both go in flames, i guess, what social media isn’t about to these days)

I still don’t think I ever was that much of a big deal, but all the same, to everyone who’s ever supported me and helped me be the person I am right now, to everyone who’s been there from the beginning, to all the devs of this game that has captured us for nearly a decade now, to all my fellow players and artists out there

Thank you.

See you out there, fellow commanders. Still the stars find their way.

#guild wars 2 #guild wars 2 fan art #guild wars 2 fan submission #snargle gutslurper #commander yes #that's all folks #thank you for everything #keep loving yourselves okay? you're worth it #all of you #see you in the game :)

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daydreams-after-dark · 4 days

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Hii can I request a Dom seungmin and jeongin fic (threesome) plzplz? Could be anything but pls I've been very thirsty for Dom vocalracha lately after reading this one fic of them on Tumblr having a foursome with reader+Felix and I very much died reading it

Plz make it extra rough but lots of praise, could be any scenario, just Dom seungmin and jeongin 🥰

Also unrelated ask but r u comfy with writing fics where reader is transgender? Ftm or mtf? Just asking, it's unrelated to the req dw

Have a good one 🎂

It’s a Jeongin and Seungmin story today 🤗

Not my usual characters, but it seems so many of you after-darklings (not sure what I should call you: suggestions are open) are getting really wet and/or hard for this pair. So I feel I must feed you all the goodness that is vocalracha.

Also, re ftm / mtf, absolutely open to this, but I don’t feel knowledgeable enough just yet.

MDNI // SMUT

CW: threesome m x f x m, rough penetration, oral sex (m rec.), collar and leash, choking, blindfolds, squirting, praise, pet names, creampie, pussy slapping, face slapping, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation.

You knew when you received the voice message from Jeongin you were fucked. Well, going to be fucked. Rough, according to his message.

“You’re in a lot of trouble my sweet little girl. Avoiding me all week like that. Meet me at the hotel. You know what’s going to happen.”

You gulped. The hotel usually meant an extra level of unhinged, and oftentimes he’d bring Seungmin to play with punish you.

You put on your best pair of lace panties and matching bra, high heels and a short little dress and took a cab into the outer city where the hotel was located.

They were already there. Waiting for you.

Seungmin answered the door. “Pretty little pup.” He whispered, cupping your jaw and swiping his thumb along your bottom lip and smearing your freshly applied lipstick.

You allowed your lips to part slightly, an opportunity Seungmin immediately took. He hooked his thumb in your mouth forcefully and chuckled to himself. “I’ve missed you. Missed owning you.”

He spun you around and pushed you up against the door and nipped at your neck. You could feel his erection pressing against you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispered against your neck. His hands peeled your dress up and squeezed the flesh of your ass. One hand remained there while the other quickly unbuckled his belt.

Anticipation flooded your body, your cunt aching for his cock. He squeezed his length between your thighs so it slid against your pussy.

“Fucking wet already, hmm? Panties are soaked.” He kissed your neck passionately. “A filthy little whore. A perfect little pup.”

“Seungmin.” A stern voice came from the bed. “You’re not going to fuck her in the first five minutes. She needs to be a begging mess before she deserves our cocks.”

You whimpered. You wanted Seungmin to sink into you right then and there.

“Jeongin, needs for you to beg for it, princess. I need you to be a really good girl for me. You want my cock don’t you?” He nipped your earlobe.

“Y-yes… cock. Need your cock.” You choked.

“I know you do. All you need to do is exactly what we say, and I promise we’ll let you come.”

You nodded. “Yes. I’ll be a good pup.”

“Crawl to me.” Jeongin demanded in a cold tone. You swallowed hard as Seungmin backed away and you turned and dropped onto all fours.

You met Jeongin’s gaze as you slowly crawled across the floor, the hotel carpet rough on your knees. Better than a hardwood floor, you supposed. You knelt between his knees and waited.

Seungmin came up behind you and attached your favourite collar and leash, handing the chain to Jeongin.

“Stand.” He tugged the chain and you obeyed. “Take off your clothes. Leave your heels on.”

The two men watched you with hungry eyes as you pulled your dress down and stepped out of it. Then your panties and bra. They’d seen you naked plenty of times, but you still felt yourself blush a little, when their expressions were as though it was their first time seeing your naked form.

“Now undress us.” Seungmin commanded as he drifted his hand down your back and over the curve of your ass.

You took your time undressing them, marinating in the anticipation that had taken over your body. You were wet from just the thought of what was unfolding, your cunt ached knowing it was going to be abused shortly.

Jeongin settled on the bed. Head resting on the pillows, long, hard erection lying against his taut abs. Fucking scrumptious.

Slowly, you climbed up onto the bed and he grasped the chain dangling from your collar and tugged you so your face was hovering over his cock. He patted your head gently and smiled kindly.

Then his entire demeanour changed in a millisecond. His shy eyes turned deranged, his smile turned into a crazed grin.

Seungmin was quickly behind you bullying his cock into your cunt. You gasped at the stretch and then the depth as he slammed in the entire way.

“We’re not going to go easy on you. But we know you’re a good girl. We know you’re going to take everything we give you.” He grunts as he sets a brutal pace.

“Choke on my cock, pretty angel.” Jeongin whispered.

You took him in a hand and teased him with your tongue. You licked up the underside of the shaft and then slapped it against the flat of your tongue.

“Tsk tsk… that’s not choking on it, sweetheart.” Jeongin pushed the back of your head down over his length.

Seungmin snapped his hips hard, every impact of his pelvis against your ass pushed you further onto Jeongin’s length. You made a loud choking sound, and the two men chuckled.

“That’s our good girl. Pretty sounds.” Jeongin purred as you struggled to take him.

Suddenly, your arms were ripped from underneath you where you had been supporting yourself, and were held securely behind your back by Seungmin. With no way to support your upper body, you fell entirely over Jeongin’s cock, choking you even more. Your lips met his pubic bone and your eyes widened with fear.

Seungmin grunted and pinned you down by pushing on your arms where he had them in his tight grip.

Jeongin started to thrust his hips up to fuck your face. Your vision blurred as your eyes filled with tears and your mascara smeared on your cheeks.

You felt someone tug on the chain, lifting you up enough to catch your breath and then you were pushed back down.

Harder and harder they fucked you from both ends, you without any control over what was happening. They let you up for air, then pushed you back down to deep throat Jeongin. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to do this. You could hardly catch your breath before your throat was being stretched with his dick again.

“So perfect. Look at you. Such a good little slut for us.” Jeongin stroked your hair affectionately. “Taking cock so fucking well.”

Without warning, Seungmin pulled out of your dripping cunt and yanked you off of Jeongin.

“I’ve got a fun game I wanna play with you pup.” He fetched the swivel chair from the desk in the the corner of the room and positioned it in the middle of the floor.

“Come. Kneel on this.” He directed you. Pulling the leash. You knelt on the seat of the chair with your arms resting on the backrest.

A blindfold was placed around your eyes and fingers were shoved into your mouth. At the same time a cock pushed its way into your needy cunt.

You could tell it was Seungmin’s fingers and Jeongin’s cock by how aggressive the hips were slamming into you and how rough the fingers were.

Your orgasm was building, your walls tightening. Yes. Yes. This felt so fucking amazing.

Then, you were empty and being spun on the chair, only to be penetrated again. They fucked you for some time before repeating the process. Again and again and again.

You became so fucked out that you lost track of who was in your pussy and who was in your mouth. All you knew was that you were in some sort of filthy heaven. A little cockslut for your favourite men.

They pulled and tugged your hair, their fingers were rough and unforgiving in your mouth. They fucked you for their own pleasure, not caring how deep they were hitting you. Not caring if it hurt. They slapped your ass, dug their fingers in. They even slapped your face every so often, which made your cunt clench.

You loved it when they were rough with you. You were so close, on the verge of shattering, when you found yourself empty once more. The blindfold was ripped off and you were laid on your back at the edge of the bed.

“Hold your fucking legs up, sweetheart.”

“Please…I need to come. Please…been good…please!” You were sobbing and begging for relief.

“Shhh… pup. We’ve got you.” Seungmin cooed.

He rubbed lyour pussy frantically, almost violently, slapping your pussy every now and then. Jeongin held his cock close as he spurted thick ropes of cum on your entrance. He pushed your legs back, pinning them in place while Seungmin relentlessly assaulted your pussy.

“Take it. You wanna come. Be a good girl.” He taunted.

You squirmed and writhed underneath them, your clit was too sensitive. But the pressure inside continued to build until—

“Fuck!!!!!!!! Nghhh!!!! Coming!!” You cried as liquid spurted from your core.

“Yes…make a mess…I know you have more.” Growled Jeongin and he pushed two long fingers inside you to attack your g spot.

It was too much. You had lost control of your voice, your thoughts - everything, and with what could only be described as a wild, primal scream you squirted more, spilling your juices all over yourself. You broke down, crying and shaking.

But they weren’t finished with you. Jeongin rubbed your juices and his cum all over your stomach and up to your breasts, massaging them in a rough way. Seungmin quickly pushed his cock back inside you and fucked your sensitive and used pussy some more.

“Gonna fill you up, pup.” He panted.

Jeongin’s hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed as Seungmin emptied himself against your cervix. Feeling Seungmin’s final thrusts whilst being choked had you seeing stars one more time.

You were addicted to this, and you made a mental note to be a brat this coming week. You wanted to see how far you could push them, what kind of games they’d want to subject you to.

But for now, the three of you were spent, taking your time to shower and dress, and eventually go out for a meal.

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#seungmin smut #seungmin x reader #jeongin smut #jeongin x reader #Skz smut #sorsha after dark asks

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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years

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Just Make it Better｡*.✧

Pairing | Eddie Munson x bartender!reader

Warnings | 18+ only, porn with a fair bit of plot, swearing, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, AU where the pull out method is infallible, he comes on reader but like in a romantic way.

Word Count | ~4,830

A/N | Eddie: that's what's killing the kids!!! Me, twirling my hair: haha, wow, so true, Eddie.

It was super fun to watch stranger things 4 late and say to myself, wow Eddie is so cute, I wonder if there’s any fics of him, then hop on tumblr and find out he's the internet's latest boyfriend. Happy to be here with you all.

“Hi, sweet boy,” you coo, squatting down to let the little black and white cat rub his face against your hand. When you place the plate down for him, he lets you keep petting him for a while before he goes for it, as if he knows that’s the price of the food you bring him each night.

You’ve been affectionately calling him Banjo, after the instrument that was playing in the bar the first time you saw him, when he was all skin and bones. His fur is softer and fuller since you first encountered him mewling by the dumpster behind the Hideout. Steady meals and a little love have brought back his willingness to groom himself. “You’re looking real cute these days, mister.”

“You really know how to make a guy jealous.” You jump at the sudden voice from behind, falling on your ass on the ground beside your stray friend. Banjo, who has become less jumpy the longer you’ve known him, doesn’t even look up from his dinner.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie!” You yell, pushing yourself up to stand, rubbing your hands on the front of your denim shorts.

You should have known he’d appear. He never let a Tuesday go by without talking to you, but you’d thought you could avoid him today. Banjo was probably here twenty minutes ago, waiting for you, but you kept yourself behind the bar until Eddie and his band were almost finished on the makeshift stage in the corner of the Hideout. You’d thought, foolishly, that he might take the hint and leave before you came back inside.

If he had, it would have guaranteed you another week of not going home with him.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says in earnest, having the humility to look a little guilty. “Just wondering why the little guy gets all the compliments.”

You don’t answer, embarrassed that Eddie saw you acting like that. All soft for a dumb cat. He might get ideas about the kind of person you are.

“What are you doing out here, anyway?”

“Was looking for you. Wanted to tell you the big news,” he grins, widening his arms. “You are looking at a member of the Hawkins High graduating class of 1986. Got the diploma and everything.”

Your look is impassive. “Amazing to think what somebody can achieve in just ten years.”

“Only six, actually,” he corrects, joy unwavering. He watches you pick up Banjo’s plate and give him a couple long strokes down his back, standing to the side to keep the back door open and allow you through.

“So, what’s next, Eddie? Let me guess. MIT, right?”

It’s mean, you know it is. But you can’t help yourself when it comes to him.

When you first started working at the Hideout, the Summer after you yourself graduated, you tried keeping him at arm’s length gently. You were all one word answers for a while. But he could deal with that, easily. Half the kids in his club started like that. He’d coaxed every one of them out of their shell, building them up from shy, quiet boys to almost-men willing to stand on a shitty little stage and play their own music in front of a whole room of people who’d maybe rather they weren’t there.

So you’d changed tack. Instead, for the last year, you’ve been trying to beat him away. Trying to make it as clear as possible.

I’m not worth it. I’m not good for you. I won’t ever make you happy.

The success of this tactic had been hampered, you knew, by the way you let him take you back to his uncle’s trailer every once in a while.

“I’ve got plans,” Eddie’s eyes sparkle, more sure of himself than a new graduate has any right to be.

“And these plans involve continuing to play here every Tuesday,”

“Well, I know you’d miss our little chats,” he says. “Besides, we are technically supposed to get paid for playing here, and I haven’t actually seen Tommy in like two months?”

You hum. That sounds about right. Tommy had started to make a habit of letting you close up on Tuesdays, especially. “Try letting him smack your ass next time you see him,” you answer. “That usually puts him in a good enough mood to pay properly.”

Eddie makes a face like he’s considering it. “We’ll maybe make that Plan B.”

That almost earns him a smile, but you push it down. “Great, now, get out from behind the bar.”

Eddie bows his head a little like he’s apologising. He jogs round the bar, hair flying behind him before he settles himself on the stool across from you.

“Honey?” You glance down the bar at one of the regulars. “Can I get two beers for me and my buddy?”

“Uh-huh, which buddy’s that, Murphy?” He makes a non committal noise, gesturing vaguely behind him. “Yeah, nice try, but we agreed, three tops. This is the last one, then it’s Pepsi for the rest of the night, okay?”

He grunts, but doesn’t complain, just grabbing the open beer you hand him and returning to his place at the edge of the room.

You glance at Eddie, finding him smiling at you warmly. “So, what did you think of the show?”

You purse you lips, trying to look like you’re really thinking about it. “You certainly make me appreciate the talents of real musicians, Eddie.”

In truth, you admire Eddie and his friends, playing their music every Tuesday for an audience that barely realises they’re there. And it’s good; loud and real and alive. Stuff you’d listen to in the car, if you had one, and if they ever made a real record.

And you like watching him play, especially. Eddie has always had confidence you couldn’t believe, but when he’s got a guitar in his hands it’s like it has somewhere to go. The way he looks with his head thrown back, hair wild about his face. It’s half the reason you tried to avoid him tonight, knowing you were too worked up to say no if he asked to take you back to his.

“Your children are waiting on you,” you tell him, looking pointedly behind him at his bandmates who you know for a fact are too young to be in here. They’re watching both of you with the dumb grins boys get when their friends talk to a girl. God, you can believe he just graduated. This feels exactly like being in high school.

“I can, uh, give them a ride and come back for you, if you want,” he says, gently, scratching the side of his neck.

You swallow, knowing exactly what will happen if you let Eddie bring you back to his trailer. You mentally count how long it’s been since you let him touch you. At least a month. Longer, if the warmth between your thighs is any indicator.

This is the worst part. However you say it, accepting his invitation is telling him that you’re thinking about him, that you want him.

“Okay,” you say lightly. Looking away from his eyes, so intent on you.

“Yeah?” He grins, throwing his shoulders back and nodding. “Okay, I will see you at one then.”

You hum, still trying to make it seem like you don’t care either way. When he’s gone, you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and regret. Fuck, why couldn’t you just tell him, once and for all, that you aren’t interested. He’d listen, you know he would. He wouldn’t like it, but if you really told him that you didn’t want to keep doing this, that he should stop talking to you, stop inviting you home, then he would.

You’re resigned to it, the rest of the night. Even as you’re flipping chairs on top of tables, you’re rehearsing what to say. Listen, I’m just gonna go home, you plan out every word in your head. I don’t think this is going where you want it to, Eddie, and we’ll both be better off if you leave me be from now on.

Only, there he is at the window, smiling and waving at you like an excited boy about to take you to prom.

He even opens the passenger door of his van for you.

The whole way, he talks at you easily, letting you wallow in silence. He tells you about his final month at high school, the way he’d clawed his way towards a D in English, which surprises you, given how much he reads.

It’s strange, listening to him talk about something that feels so long ago, now, for you. But you were there, together at one point, even if you never spoke to Eddie at all while you were. Different circles, different friends. Not that any of yours lasted past senior year. Eddie was the only person you talked to from school, these days.

It has you thinking, what it would have been like if you’d spoken to Eddie, properly, when you were in high school still. What would he have thought of you, if he knew you before life decided things were a little too good and kicked you in the teeth? Would he like you better without the jagged edges? Would you let him be sweet with you, outside of his bed, like he wants to be?

Eddie lets you into his trailer first, directing you straight to his bedroom, as always, after the one time Wayne had come home early. He hadn’t caught you on your knees for Eddie, the way you had been when you heard his car pull up in the middle of the night. But he had caught sight of you disappearing into the bathroom. He had seen Eddie standing there with your bra held behind his back, trying to casually untuck his shirt from his newly pulled up pants to cover the wet patch where you had pressed your mouth over the denim just to see him throw his head back.

It had taken him two months to get you here again.

“So, they both have girlfriends?” You ask, incredulous, breathing out smoke that already has you a little more relaxed, a little giggly with him. He’s telling you about the youngest in his group, and the weird way they try to one up each other when they talk about the girls that conveniently both live in different states.

“So they claim,” he nods, taking the offered joint from your fingers and resting it in the ashtray beside his bed. “Amazing how times change. Girls were certainly not impressed by guys that play fantasy games, when I was fifteen.”

You hum, not sure that’s true. You remember Eddie at fifteen. He was just starting to grow his hair out, and it looked crazy, sure. But his eyes were as they are now, big and expressive.

“Maybe not when you were fifteen, but don’t tell me you haven’t had a couple cheerleaders going through a rebellious phase in this bed over the years.” There’s a pause, and you catch Eddie glancing up at the ceiling. You howl a laugh. “I fucking knew it. Some metalhead you are. You liked the same girls all those basketball players were into.”

“No need to be jealous, sweetheart,”

That has you rolling your eyes, whether he’s right or not. “As if I’d be jealous of Hayley Matthews.” You watch his eyes for a twitch, any hint of being caught out, but he’s just watching you, unamused. “Olivia? Zoe Miller!” His expression is unflinching, increasingly frustrating you. You grab his wrist and squeeze. “C’mon, tell me!”

He tries to shake your hand off his wrist but you just hold on to it with the other, opening your mouth to try and irritate him more when he grabs your hands in his and presses them together, pinning them against your stomach. Arousal zings up your back, the wetness between your legs that has been there since he first strummed a chord at the bar suddenly much more noticeable.

None of this gets past Eddie, who shakes his head at you in disapproval, voice harsh. “You know, you’re getting kind of predictable, sweetheart.”

You rub your thighs together, anticipation making your head a little fuzzy already. You’re so close to getting what you want from him. In a second, he’ll flip you over and tug off your shorts, pull your hips up and bend himself over your back. Then he’ll give you his cock, and his groans in the air above your head. He’ll let you bite his sheets and smell him on them. Soon you’ll feel good and owned until your head is empty, like you want it.

Only, Eddie just lets your hands go, and backs away from you. You watch, fighting a pout as he stands by the bed and removes his t-shirt, grinning at the way your eyes dart between his tattoos, his necklace, then back to his face. He reaches for you, grasps your hips and this is it. But he’s not turning you over. He’s pulling you towards him, your ass almost hanging off the side of his mattress, his big hands resting on your hips. He lets you squirm and avoid eye contact for a second before he works the button of your shorts open, pulling them down your legs and off your feet. He throws them over his shoulder in a way that might make you laugh at him if he weren’t staring at you like that.

Eddie hums, hooking his arms under your legs to open them up for him. He leans his body over yours, and for a second you think he’s going to kiss you. But his lips find your neck instead, soft kisses he trails down to the neckline of your shirt. He shoves the fabric of it up, up and over your chest, face still pressed against your collar bone when he tucks his fingers into your bra to pull it down over your tits.

You let him do everything wordlessly, not exactly able to complain even if he’s doing this softer, slower than you normally get him to. His breath goes a little funny when he pulls back to glance at your chest, but he’s back to himself in a second, burying his face against the skin between your tits before he drags his lips up to pull at your nipple. You feel a little bit of teeth on the sensitive skin and whimper, pushing the heel of your hand into his sheets.

You moan outright when he rubs his thumb against your clit over your panties, digging the material between your lips. You feel his grin against the underside of your breast, then on the skin by your belly button and above your panties. “Eddie,” you say, trying to sound put together even as he has you ready to beg. “You don’t have to.”

He pulls your panties to the side with one hand and glides his fingers up your pussy with the other, stopping at your clit to give you a little rub with the rough pads of his guitarist fingers. “I can see that,” he answers, grinning and dropping to his knees by the edge of the bed. He pulls your panties further to the right and out to let him get his head where he wants it.

You cry out his name when he gets his mouth on you, immediately lifting your hips up and off the bed with your feet on the edge. You feel his laugh against your cunt as he presses you gently back down to the mattress. There’s no teasing, just his wet, soft tongue playing with your button, drifting down to give your hole a wide lick before he’s back looking after your clit.

Your hand is gentle, threading through the hair at the top of his head to hold him to you, even though he doesn’t even pull away for a second. You dare yourself to look away from his ceiling, down your own torso to his face between your legs, whining to find him with his eyes already on you.

You feel the tips of his fingers circling your hole, rubbing over your entrance before letting them glide inside, pressing immediately against the spot that has you throwing your other hand down to his hair and grasping him tighter.

Everything is numb but the pleasure building deep in your cunt, his soft hair between your fingers and your thighs. “Eddie,” you gasp, needing something, you don’t know what. You whine, wanting him to know what to do to make it happen for you, like he always does. “Eddie, please.”

He shakes his head between your thighs, his tip of his tongue bullying your clit, and then he’s pulling your hand from his hair. Turning his palm to yours, he curls his ringed fingers between yours, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

You squeeze his big hand as he pushes you over, hips jerking against his face wildly. You cry out at the intensity of him still playing with your twitching button as the pleasure in that spot becomes unbearable. He gives your clit one final kiss, a little suction between his lips that has you slamming both your hands against the mattress repeatedly. When he takes his fingers from your pussy, you can feel the slick that follows them leaking out of you. Without hesitation, Eddie buries his fingers in his mouth, tongue dragging between them as he pulls them back out, already clean of you.

The other hand, still grasped in your own, he brings to his lips as he stands. He presses his swollen, wet lips to the back of it, along your knuckles.

When he untangles your fingers, your chest aches.

“C’mon,” he says, so gentle. “Want you naked.”

You pull your top over your head, relief at the new cool air on your heated skin almost overwhelming. Eddie focuses on getting your underwear off while you remove your bra, then he tugs your socks off your feet.

He smiles at you, tilting his head. His gaze moves over you, up from your swollen cunt to your face, which you’re sure is giving away everything you’re feeling. A little shock, some nerves. All your adoration.

“So pretty, all over,” he says, kissing your knee that’s still tucked up to keep you open for him. “Pretty cunt, pretty tits, pretty face,” he grins against your skin. “Pretty girl.”

You can’t help yourself when you giggle, feeling a little manic from what just happened. Eddie’s eaten you out before, lots. Before and after he’s had his cock in you. But not like that, never so gentle yet frantic, like he was desperate to do it, not to get you wet enough for him, but to make you feel legless and soft on his bed.

You miss his hand in yours.

The metallic jangle of his belt buckle has you shaking your hips in excitement, wanting him now, now, now.

“I know,” Eddie says, unzipping his pants and pushing them down over his narrow hips. His thick cock is flushed pink, his balls heavy and swollen and fuzzy with dark hair. The sight of his cock has you wrapping your hands around the back of your legs and pulling back, not even feeling judged or insecure when he laughs at your movement, but just more desperate.

Eddie takes some deep, slow breaths, wrapping his hand around his swollen cock and pulling the skin back over his wet, sticky head. You don’t know why you’re not telling him to hurry up, you’re feeling desperate enough for it. But it doesn’t feel like your place right now, to tell him what to do with himself, or with you.

Eddie watches your face as he drags the head of his cock up, his wide head catching your hole then pushing at your sensitive clit. Your mouth sits open, ready to moan when he finally gives it to you, but for now you’re just gasping, giving him little girlish whines that have his cock twitching in his hand.

He breathes out through his nose when he catches his cock against your entrance a final time, sliding himself into your wet, clenching cunt and groaning through his closed mouth.

You clasp onto his shoulders as he builds his pace, stroking himself in and out of you steadily, the wet sound of your cunt clasping onto him filling the room. His hair falls round the sides of his head, and you wish that he’d tuck it behind his shoulders so you could see his lovely face better.

He does, throwing his head back like a lion shaking its mane to get it out of his face, making you breathe a quick laugh. Eddie’s eyes are so soft on you, then, his hands gentle on your hips. “You wanted to see me, huh?”

He always knows.

“Mmm-hmm,” you whine, fingers digging into him.

“You like looking at me while I fuck you?” You shift your hips against his, dizzy with the questions when you don’t want to be thinking anymore, not when his cock is finally getting good use of your cunt like you wanted. “C’mon,” he murmurs, leaning over you, his face now close to yours. Oh, that makes you squeeze around him, enough that you see him pull his eyebrows together. “You like looking at me?”

“Yeah,” you whine, hoping that’s the last of it.

“You’re usually so mean to me,” he breathes, hand coming up to stroke the hair back from your forehead. You mewl at the stuttered thrusts he gives you, grasping him pleadingly. “So fucking mean all the time, but that’s okay.” He smiles at you, thumb stroking over the top of your cheek. “It’s what you need, so you can be good for me like this. Isn’t that right?”

You’re staring at his big eyes, your vision steadily blurring. “Yes, Eddie,”

“Yeah, I thought so, baby,” he coos, pressing kisses under your eyes. “And you’re so good for me when I get my cock inside you,” he nods you through your cry, letting you know it’s all okay. “So good for me when I touch you.”

“I wanna be good,” you tell him, feeling overwhelmed, but suddenly desperate for him to know.

“Oh, sweetheart,”

“I wanna be good, Eddie,” you cry, tears finally falling down the sides of your eyes. He hushes you, holding your face in his big hands, thumbs wiping the wetness away from your burning cheeks. You squeeze his shoulders, wanting him to kiss you.

It’s like he knows. He always fucking knows. Eddie presses his soft lips to yours, breathing in your cries from the constant movement of him over you, inside you. He draws his hips back, then up as he pushes in and oh God.

“Eddie,” you gasp.

“That’s it, yeah?” You nod desperately, reaching out almost blind through the tears in your eyes to find his hand and drag it to the top of your cunt, his laugh above you breathy. “I’ve got you,” Eddie says, letting you press his fingers to your clit. He flattens three of them against your sensitive button, rubbing in wide circles that have your thighs shaking.

You realise suddenly that you’ve been holding your breath, feeling it fall out of you in a wail. You stare at his face as the feeling builds, spreading from the spot the head of Eddie’s cock is dragging against with each thrust to your clit and up your spine. His cheeks are spotted pink, the hair covering his forehead frizzy but for where it’s sticking to his skin. His wide eyes are intent on yours as he nods. “C’mon,” he says, his cock twitching and you realise he needs you to get yours first. “Let me feel it, then I’ll give you my cum all over your little pussy, just how you like.”

Your whole body spasms when you come, your toes curling, your legs pushing up and out enough that Eddie has to put some effort into keeping you in place. He’s murmuring praise all the way through, telling you how good you are for him, how nice your little pussy feels clenching and pulling at his cock.

“You, now,” you say, encouraging him along, wanting to see him and feel the evidence of his pleasure on you.

Eddie gives a long groan, and you feel his cock twitch and flex inside before he drags himself from your hole. It sounds like it hurts to leave your warmth, and a little, insane, part of you thinks about telling him to put it back in and cum inside, if that’s what he wants.

But he’s already at the edge. You watch through hooded eyes as he plays with his cock over your sex, curling his body over yours and slapping his hand on the mattress by your head. You place your palm on the side of his neck and he kisses your wrist quickly, groaning against your skin when he comes, ropes of him landing on your wet, clenching pussy.

His hips twitch in the air as he coaxes out the final drops, letting himself rub his head against your sensitive clit, leaving his cum there even as your body twitches and jumps in protest.

Your hand keeps rubbing the side of his neck without you even thinking about it, drifting up to scratch at the back of his head when he falls into you, his face pressed into the skin between your tits. You feel a little numb all over, apart from the space when his warm breath is leaving your skin hot and wet.

Eddie kisses the inside of your breasts quickly, making to pull away but you’re grabbing him, wrapping your arms under his and around his torso.

“No, don’t go!” You cry, the thought of the cold air he’s about to let touch your skin making you shiver. The fear that he’ll laugh at you hits with intensity, but you only hear his harsh breaths mingling with yours.

“’m not going anywhere,” he assures you, kissing your chest again. “Just gonna get something to clean you up, then I’ll be right back, okay?” He nods, guiding you to nod too, loosening your arms a little. “Okay,” he breathes, pulling himself slowly from you.

You stare at the ceiling when he’s gone, legs left open like you’re keeping the space for him.

Your thighs shake when you feel a wet cloth, gentle and just cold enough to soothe your hot cunt. Eddie cleans around your thighs, which have been wet with you own slick the whole evening. His touch leaves you for a minute, then he’s back with a cool glass, hand on the back of your head, tipping water into your pliant mouth. Then, he’s pulling your boneless body up to sit and dragging a new t-shirt over your torso. The smell of him, smoke and masculine aftershave, embraces you, letting your already fuzzy brain float a little further away from any impending anxiety.

You feel the bed shift and creak, then he pulls you up the bed away from the wet patch you’ve left on the sheets, settling you against his chest as he leans upright against his pillows.

You drift a little at the feeling of his hand on your upper arm, gently stroking. Your eyes close, you don’t know for how long, maybe seconds, maybe minutes, but Eddie’s still there with a gentle caress.

You stare at the dark hair on his chest, trying to enjoy the afterglow even as shame starts to build in your chest. Your brain is already mocking you, for all the things you just said, all the things you let him coax from you.

And he knows.

"If you want, the fur ball can come live here."

You blink, not following at all, and you’re not sure if it’s the weed from earlier or Eddie himself that’s caused it. "What?"

"Yeah, Wayne wouldn't mind as long as he doesn't have to be the one to feed him," he says, looking like he’s thinking it through even as he speaks, and you remember he saw you with the cat.

“You mean you’d look after Banjo?” You ask without thinking, still staring at his chest, not even realising you just told him you went as far as giving the street cat you feed every day its very own silly pet name.

He keeps stroking the top of your arm. “Yeah, he could terrorise the birds in the woods to his fluffy little heart’s content.” Eddie’s fingers move, up and down, up and down. "And you could come visit him, I don't know, every day maybe."

Your breath is unsteady. Slowly, you let yourself rest your arm over his torso, almost hugging him.

"I think he would like that."

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Lavender - Ch. 40

You, Joel and Ellie get to know Jackson just in time to leave it. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-39 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: None really! Whole fic is smutty and violent so Minors DNI, 18+ only. No use of Y/N.

Length: 7.1k

“There’s plenty of food here,” the woman who’d asked Joel’s name before - Maria - said. “Take as much as you want.”

Joel and Ellie were both devouring what was already in front of them but your stomach was still in knots from watching the dog go after Ellie. It was like now that you knew you all were safe, your mind was finally processing all the terror of the past few hours.

You still instinctively sat Ellie between you and Joel. You didn’t like that you weren’t sitting with your back to something. The room was too open, you felt too exposed to fully calm down. Instead, you looked around, taking it all in.

Tommy’s arm was draped over the back of Maria’s chair and you caught his eye, quickly gesturing between the two and raising your eyebrows. He gave you one of his cocky smiles and a little nod and you smiled, giving him a little thumbs up.

“It’s just been a while since we had a proper meal,” Joel said, glancing at Ellie as she practically went face first into he plate.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper meal,” she said. “This is fucking amazing.”

“Ellie,” you raised your eyebrows at her. “Language.”

“But,” she protested but you just gave her a look and she sighed. “Sorry.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking another bite yourself. Ellie was right. It was fucking delicious. You looked to Maria, who looked plenty skeptical of you. “And thank you, for bringing us here and for your hospitality…”

“And for taking our guns and scaring the shit out of old people in the woods…” Ellie muttered.

“Gremlin,” you looked at her, brows raised. “Come on. I know you know better than that.”

“I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,” Joel said, glancing at you.

“Kinda happens when someone starts off trying to kill you,” Ellie muttered.

“Weren’t gonna kill you,” Tommy said quickly, looking hurriedly at you and Joel. “Just have to make sure we scare off the wrong kind…”

“Like little old people in the woods?” Ellie looked skeptical.

“Ellie,” Joel looked at her and she rolled her eyes. His eyes met your own over her head as she leaned on the table and you just shrugged.

“Sometimes a bad reputation can be a good thing,” Tommy said, looking at her in earnest. She didn’t seem to be buying it.

“Sometimes,” Maria said, eyeing Joel. You frowned.

“Maybe it would be good for us to take a minute just for family,” Joel said, inching closer to Ellie but looking at Tommy.

“Well,” he looked a little sheepish. “Maria… She is family.”

“Oh shit!” Ellie nodded. “Congrats!”

“Good on you, Miller,” you smiled.

Joel just sat there, staring at his brother.

“Joel,” Ellie hissed, jerking her head toward Tommy.

“Oh,” he coughed. “Congrats.”

“Why don’t we do the tour,” Maria said more than asked.

You followed her out into the town. You hung back, falling into step next to Tommy, Ellie sticking close to you.

“I’m amazed you got someone to actually marry you,” you teased. He laughed.

“I know, I’m surprised too,” he stuck his hands in his back pockets, watching his wife as she led the way through the town. “She’s amazin’. You’re gonna love her, I know you are…”

“Well you always had excellent taste in women,” you said, trying to keep a straight face for as long as you could. Tommy laughed first and you had to cover your mouth to keep from being too loud.

“Fuck, remember that one girl who I brought to your grad party?” He asked. “God, what was her name…”

“Ashely?” You asked. “The one who got so drunk that she jumped off the diving board and into the pool in a white sundress? No bra? That one?”

“That’s the one,” he laughed. “Jesus, what was I thinkin’… My taste got better as I got older, though…”

“Guys,” Ellie said, pointing her head toward Maria and Joel, who had both stopped walking and looked back at you and Tommy.

“Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly. Tommy just gave his wife a tight lipped smile. When they turned back around, the two of you looked at each other like you’d just been caught talking in class by the teacher and tried to not start laughing again.

It was nice, realizing that - even though it had been years since you’d seen each other - it was easy to fall back into being friends again.

“We started out here,” Maria was saying. “It was already a gated community so we built the wall out from there. Managed to scare off most raiding parties but we find them here and there…”

“What about infected?” Ellie asked.

“Yeah but out here it’s fish in a barrel,” Tommy said, looking at Joel, who’d fallen back a bit. “I found a variable power scope, I can headshot those fuckers from a half mile out…”

“Oh shit, I wanna do that!” Ellie’s face lit up.

“Absolutely not,” you cut her off.

“Seriously Doc,” she groaned. “What’s the point of living through the end of the world if you can’t shoot shit in the head from half a mile away?”

“I’m absolutely positive we can come up with a better reason than that,” you replied.

“Doubt it,” she said.

“You’ve done a good job of keeping this place off the radar,” you said, looking around as people milled around the street.

“Took a lot of work,” Maria said. “Location is helpful but we keep our mouths shut about what we have, don’t invite people in without careful consideration, stay off the radio…”

Tommy looked down at his boots and Joel glared at him. You gave him a look and he just squared his jaw. You tried to not sigh. Leave it to Joel and Tommy to find each other again after years apart and almost immediately start picking fights.

“So you’re the ones who are keeping the dam running I take it?” You asked.

“That’s us,” she said. “Took a bit but we got it working a few years back. Now we have sewage, plumbing, water heaters, lights. All the comforts of home.”

“And no fucking FEDRA,” Ellie looked up at a power line running overhead. You nudged her and raised your eyebrows. “What!”

“Remember how I said I was going to start cracking down on your language one of these days?” You asked. She sighed. “Well today’s that day, Gremlin. Start dealing with it now.”

“So dumb,” she muttered. You pulled her into your side for a small hug.

“You’ll like it,” you said. “You’ll see.”

“So you’re in charge then?” Ellie asked Maria.

“Well no one’s in charge but I’m on the council,” she shrugged. “Democratically elected, serving 300 people. But we share everything, all the work, everything you see in town, the greenhouses and the livestock…”

“Collective ownership,” Tommy smiled proudly.

“So, communism?” Joel looked at him.

“No,” he said quickly.

“Yes,” Maria laughed. “This is a commune. We’re communists.”

Tommy just stood, blinking for a second. Joel looked smug. You snorted.

“Tommy the commie,” you teased.

“No,” he looked at you, eyes wide. “Please no…”

“Oh yes,” you said, laughing a little.

“C’mon, don’t make me hate you,” he groaned. “Haven’t seen you in years…”

“Oh I’m calling you that from now on,” you smirked. “God, so many possibilities…”

“Swear to God, Kid,” he was trying to not laugh now, too.

“How about I take the girls to get cleaned up,” Maria said, looking between you and Tommy and frowning. “The house across from ours?”

“Hasn’t seen any work since ’03 but it has heat,” Tommy said.

“I’ll take heat,” you replied.

“You two catch up,” Maria said, looking pointedly at her husband before leading the way across town.

She showed you to a house that you’d have died for in the before times let alone now. Wooden and two stories and charming, with a front porch you could picture wrapped in Christmas lights or with a chair Joel could play guitar from.

“Pretty fu… freakin’ nice,” Ellie said when you went inside, nodding at the furniture and decor.

“You go shower first,” you nodded up the stairs.

“Sure you don’t want to?” Ellie asked. “Because you’re pretty gross. Like I can smell you from over here…”

“Thank you so much,” you laughed. “Go shower and try not to use all the hot water.”

You watched her bound up the stairs before you dropped your pack on the floor by the couch and flopped down on it. You hadn’t sat on something soft in weeks, it felt weirdly unstable. Like it was going to swallow you.

“Sorry,” you said, realizing Maria was still standing. She was looking you over, like she was analyzing you. “I’m not trying to be rude, it’s just been a long few months on the road.”

“I can imagine,” she said, going and taking the arm chair opposite you. “So why’d you come?”

You frowned.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I mean,” she said. “Did you come here for my husband?”

“What?” You laughed. She just looked at you. “I’m sorry, I think you definitely got the wrong impression…”

“I don’t think so,” she shook her head a little. “I’ve known Tommy about a year and a half. Heard a lot about you and a lot about Joel. I know he asked you to come out here several times. I know your history. I just need to know if he’s the reason you’re here.”

“No,” you replied, sitting up a little straighter. “No, I’m not here for Tommy. Not that way, anyway. I was traveling with Joel in this direction. He’s here for Tommy, I’m here with Ellie.”

“And why is she here?” She asked.

“She’s got family with the fireflies,” you said. “Trying to get her to them. She’s a student of mine, I didn’t want to let her travel alone…”

“So you uprooted your life to look after a student,” she sounded suspicious.

“She needed me more than the others did,” you shrugged. “And I didn’t have much life to uproot.”

“You can understand why I’m skeptical,” she said. “My murderer brother-in-law shows up with my husband’s ex-girlfriend in tow…”

“Murderer…” you shook your head a little.

“Has Joel not told you about his history?” She asked, almost smug.

“No,” you shook your head. “That I knew. I’m just shocked that Tommy didn’t tell you his.”

“He was following Joel’s lead,” she replied.

“I’m not talking about before the QZ,” you replied. “I’m talking about the reason Tommy came west in the first place.”

She frowned so you pressed on.

“He was a Firefly,” you said. “He helped set a bomb, in the QZ. Blew up a FEDRA building, killed more than three dozen people. Almost killed me. That’s why he left town. Joel made him leave after that, because Tommy was fine with some collateral damage until it almost got me killed.

“Now, I love Tommy. As a friend,” you added the second part quickly when you saw Maria stiffen. “And I believe he’s a good person. But he’s done some awful things. So has Joel. But that doesn’t make him a bad person.

“As far as the ex-girlfriend thing goes,” you continued. “We broke up years before he even came out here and we broke up because I was too hung up on Joel to fully commit to anything else. We stayed friends - we’ve always been friends - but it’s not like we were madly in love with each other or something. Believe me, you have nothing to worry about from me. I’m with Joel and I can promise you that Tommy never once looked at me the way he looks at you.”

She considered you for a moment.

“You said you’re a doctor?” She asked, other topic set aside. You relaxed a little.

“I am,” you said. “But from the looks of your set up, you’ve probably got one of those.”

“We have a nurse,” she said. “A dentist and a veterinarian. No doctor. We could use one.”

“Well,” you shrugged with a small smile. “I think I’m in the market for a job. Or I will be, once we find Ellie’s people.”

“Speaking of Ellie,” she said. “I’m going to go run and grab you both some clean clothes. If you want to go across the street, that’s our house. It’s a bit more comfortable.”

You took her up on it, peering around inside at what life was like when it was lived here.

It was almost disturbing in its familiarity. Like you’d stepped into something from the day the world ended except it wasn’t frozen like everything else was. It was lived in, maintained, loved.

There was a chalkboard over the mantle, the names Kevin and Sarah on it. Your heart clenched for a moment.

You forgot, sometimes, that Tommy lost Sarah, too. The two of them got on like a house on fire. Joel had been so young when Sarah was born that Tommy was just a kid himself. He was regularly at the house for dinner, always happy to take her for the night when you and Joel wanted some time alone. The two of them had inside jokes and favorite movies and stories that belonged to just them.

And, unlike Joel, he hadn’t blocked her out. He lived with the pain of the loss of her instead of hiding her away. Of course he would have something of her in his home. You just hadn’t expected it.

“Tommy said you knew her, too,” Maria said, making you jump. She stood beside you, looking up at the board. “That you were probably the closest thing she had to a mom.”

For some reason, that’s what made you choke up as you fidgeted with the end of one of your braids.

“Yeah,” you said, voice wet. “Her real mom was an idiot, she was the best kid. Just… she was incredible.”

“Not her real mom if she wasn’t there,” Maria said. She put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “But it sounds like she had one.”

You wiped your eyes on your dirty sleeves.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Tommy also said Joel doesn’t like to talk about her,” she said. “That must be hard for you.”

“It is,” you sniffed and laughed a little. “Fuck, it really, really is. It doesn’t feel like she was mine to lose, not really, so I have to deal with it the way he does but fuck. It’s hard.”

You looked back up at the small memorial.

“Was Kevin your son?” You asked quietly. She just nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you,” she smiled tightly and then laughed a little. “You know, as much as I love it here and I’m so thankful for everything we’ve built… sometimes I resent it. Before this I could look at the world and think ‘well at least he didn’t have to survive this. Maybe it was better.’ But now I see what he could have had and…”

She shook her head slightly.

“Anyway,” she said. “I set some clothes out for you in the master bedroom across the way. I’ll have to go run and get you and Ellie some coats yet, I’m guessing you could use some new ones?”

“Yeah,” you laughed a little. “These have been through a lot.”

“I’ll be back,” she said.

Ellie beat her over to the house, looking around cautiously, her hair down for a change.

“Look at you!” You said. “All shiny and clean…”

“Swear I had to scrape off an inch of dirt and shit,” she said.

“Oh perfect,” you replied. “Sounds like I should give you a hug then, can’t have you be too clean…”

“Oh ew!” She smiled a little, putting her hands up defensively. “Please don’t put your gross body all over me!”

“Fine,” you sighed. “Since you asked so nicely….” She flopped on the couch. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” she shrugged.

“You sure?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the couch beside her, trying to keep your dirty clothes from touching as much of the furniture as you could “Because you didn’t seem very OK earlier.”

She shrugged.

“Ellie.”

“I just don’t have someone here,” she said. “You guys have Tommy, you all go way back. You’re family…”

“Family can grow,” you shrugged. “That’s one of the cool things about it.”

“I guess,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her stomach.

“I’m going to go shower,” you said. “Will you be OK here on your own until Maria gets back?”

“Don’t think I’m going to get eaten by infected,” she replied.

“You know where to find me if you do,” you said.

She laughed once and you left her alone with her thoughts.

***

“Can’t believe how long it’s been,” Tommy said, swirling whiskey in a glass. Joel nodded, taking a sip from his own cup and raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Right? The fuck were we drinkin’ in the QZ?”

“Shit,” Joel smiled a little.

“Got that right,” Tommy laughed once.

There was a bar here. A real live bar, one that reminded him of country bars he went to back in Texas, not one that reminded him of the shitty speakeasy that everyone in the QZ made do with.

“Seems like you’ve got it made here,” Joel said, looking around. “Didn’t do too bad.”

“Don’t I know it,” Tommy leaned on the bar, looking at him. “So you and Doc, huh?”

“Yeah,” Joel said, glancing at him before taking another sip. “Me ’n Doc.”

“Good for you,” Tommy said. Joel wondered if he meant it. “Surprised you’d haul her all the way out here, though… With a kid, too?”

“Wasn’t by choice,” Joel said roughly. “Kid’s a job. Some Firefly family or something, I’m bringing her out to them. Doc’s her teacher. Was her teacher. Didn’t want her goin’ with just me.”

“And you’re, what,” Tommy asked. “Just doin’ this to be a nice guy? Favor to Doc?”

“There’s payment,” Joel shrugged. Tommy laughed darkly.

“Course there is.”

Joel’s jaw tightened for a moment.

“Know where the Fireflies around here are?” He asked. “Hit some snags getting out of Boston. All I knew was west. Figured I’d find you, go from there.”

“There’s a base at the University of Eastern Colorado,” Tommy said. “Bout a week out but it’s a fucked week, Joel. You don’t want to be goin’ that way…”

“You come along and it’ll be easy,” Joel shrugged. “Get you some target practice, like hell you can hit an infected from half a mile out…”

“I can’t go, Joel.”

Joel’s jaw tensed again and he took another drink.

“Your wife got you under her thumb already?” He asked. Tommy just glared at him. “She’s the one who kept you from getting a message to me, isn’t she? Just a goodbye would have fuckin’ done it, somethin’ to let me know you hadn’t fuckin’ dropped dead, gotten picked up by raiders, somethin’…”

“You’re the one who wanted me out of the QZ to begin with. And there are rules that come with being here, Joel,” he sighed. “There have to be or here wouldn’t fuckin’ exist…”

“Rules that keep out the wrong kind, right?” Joel snapped. “People like me?” He could feel it, the heat of anger but also shame. He knew he’d done terrible things. Things he was far from proud of. But he’d never try to keep Tommy out of a place like this.

“Look,” Tommy sighed. “I don’t judge you for what you did…”

“That’s fuckin’ good since you did those things too,” Joel snapped.

“Not things,” Tommy said. “People. We killed people who didn’t deserve it, Joel…”

“Fuckin’ rich comin’ from you,” Joel snapped. “Blowin’ up a fuckin’ building, almost takin’ her out with it…”

“And I have to live with that for the rest of my life,” Tommy cut him off.

“Do you know what we went through to find you?” Joel snapped, putting his glass down with too much force.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Tommy said quickly. Joel’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Maria’s a few months along… I’ve always wanted to be a dad. I think I’ll make a good one.”

“We’ll see,” Joel said.

“What, no ‘congratulations’?” Tommy asked bluntly. “No ‘I’m happy for you,’ nothing?”

“I’ll be happy for you when you can prove that you’ll be there for your fuckin’ kid,” Joel snapped.

“You think I wasn’t there for your kid?” Tommy asked. Joel stiffened.

“Don’t,” he growled.

“Don’t pretend like I didn’t help raise Sarah,” Tommy took another drink. “Don’t act like…”

“Fuck you, Tommy,” Joel snapped. “We’ll get out of here first thing tomorrow.”

He stalked out of the bar, the street filled with people, gathered around a Christmas tree. A fucking Christmas tree. Hadn’t seen shit like that in decades.

The last Christmas he remembered as being fucking Christmas had been with you and Sarah. You’d flown down for it. They’d saved you some ornaments to hang on the tree so you got to decorate. Sarah had been obsessed with gel pens that year and you’d gotten her a set of pens and special paper that supposedly made them pop more. Joel had gotten her a new Walkman and some CDs. She’d been thrilled.

She’d have loved it here…

His chest got tight again, making it hard to breathe. He found something to help him stay standing, tried to be out of the way, make sure he wasn’t vulnerable to threats. Not that he needed to worry about threats in a place like this but the instinct was strong and he tried to remember what you did to help him through it and he felt like he was fucking dying…

He couldn’t take you and Ellie south like this. He couldn’t do it. One moment like this at the wrong time and he’d get you killed, he’d get you all killed.

He walked around town for a bit once he managed to calm back down, just looking at the place, trying to get his mind right. He couldn’t take you. He’d fail you and he’d fail her and you’d be the ones paying for it, paying for all the ways he found to fuck up and keep fucking up.

He eventually made it to some gathering place in town, one where it seemed people were concentrating. He ducked in, looking for you.

Joel found you quickly. You were wearing different clothes, your jeans fitting you almost disturbingly well for jeans that hadn’t been yours until this afternoon. Fuck you looked good, your hair loose, laughing with Tommy. Tommy, his fucking brother who’d been in your bed when Joel couldn’t get his shit together for it. You grabbed his shoulder, laughing so hard at something you were almost falling over with it, Tommy laughing too. His stomach knotted. He didn’t want to fucking look at this anymore.

He found an empty store front not far away and paced. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t fucking do this. Couldn’t take you and Ellie out into the wild to get you killed, put you in a position where you had to stab another man, where Ellie had to shoot another man, where…

“Been lookin’ for you,” Tommy’s voice snapped him out of his own head. He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. “I’m… I’m sorry. About before. I know… I know how you feel…”

“I’m sorry, too,” Joel said, looking at him. Tommy nodded for a moment.

Joel crossed his arms, looking past him to the Christmas lights outside.

“This trip,” he said. “Down to the university. It a suicide mission?”

“No,” Tommy frowned. “Everyone we’ve sent down’s come back.”

Joel nodded slowly.

“What is this?” Tommy asked. “Why do you need to get them down there? She’s on Doc like fuckin’ glue, forget her family, just stay here…”

“She’s immune,” Joel looked at him. Tommy just stared at him. “Ellie. She’s immune. She got infected, didn’t get sick. She got bit before we even left Boston, saw her get bit a second time. It’s been months, Tommy. Months. She’s not turning…”

“How the fuck did you end up with an immune kid?” He sank onto the chair beside him.

“Fuckin’ Marlene,” Joel laughed once, darkly. “She hired me and Tess to get Doc and Ellie to some Fireflies in Boston but it went to shit, the whole thing went to shit. The Fireflies were all dead, Tess… Tess got bit. Doc was bound and fuckin’ determined to get her here, said she’d do it herself and I couldn’t… she’d have gotten them both killed, I had to go but…”

Joel tried to swallow past the tightness in his throat.

“Tommy… all I’ve done is fail them,” he could feel the tears coming and he couldn’t bring himself to care. “I was too slow and too deaf and too fuckin’ stupid in Kansas City. Ellie had to shoot some kid who was tryin’ to kill me there. Doc killed a man I let get to her there… all the years I spent tryin’ to protect her, to keep her from havin’ to do shit like that and I couldn’t even do that much anymore.

“Then today, with the dog, I… I froze,” he was crying now, couldn’t make himself stop. “All I could think of was ways to get them both killed and so I just stood there thinking it was going to destroy her and I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m having panic attacks now, Tommy. She has to pull me back from ‘em but the whole time it feels like I’m dyin’ and I can’t do anything, there could be an infected right in front me, right there rippin’ them apart and I couldn’t do a damn thing for ‘em….”

“Joel,” Tommy said softly.

“I can’t get them killed, Tommy,” he was pleading with him, ready to beg if he had to. “I can’t live with that, you know I can’t survive that. I can’t lose them, I can’t, I can’t fail that way, not again. It’ll kill me, it’ll fuckin’ kill me…”

“What are you asking me to do, Joel?”

“I’m askin’ you to take ‘em,” he said. The second he said it, it was like a weight was lifted. “Please. You’re young, your healthy, you’ll make it back, you’ll bring them back, it has to be you…”

“Joel,” he said again, starting to shake his head.

“Think about what it means,” he said, voice thick and wet. “What Ellie means for your kid. What they could have if we can just get Ellie and Doc that far….”

He sighed.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Joel said. “Not even Maria, it’s too big a risk. Anyone sees the bites on her, knows what she is, they’ll kill her. Tommy, I’m begging you. I will never ask you for another thing, never. Just protect them, get them there…”

“I’ll take them,” Tommy said, his eyes finally meeting Joel’s. “I’ll take them.”

Joel walked slowly back to the house, looking up at the stars. Stars that Ellie wanted to visit. He laughed at that. It was a big dream for a kid before. Now? But it suited her. Impossible girl with impossible immunity wanting to do impossible things.

The house was quiet when he got there, a light on upstairs. He frowned and followed it. He thought the two of you would still be with the rest of the town…

Ellie was there, sitting in the window box, reading a diary. Sarah’d had one like that once. She locked it religiously. Joel always had to fight the temptation to read it but he never did.

“So this is what life was like before?” She asked, not looking up from the pages. “Worrying about stupid shit like clothes and boys?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Look…”

“You know,” she closed the diary and looked at him. “I thought you might ditch me. I didn’t think you’d try to ditch her…”

Joel frowned.

“What’d you hear?”

“Heard you begging to not be the one to go with us,” she stuck her chin out, defiant. “Didn’t think we were quite that shitty to be around…”

“It’s for your own good,” Joel said.

“Bullshit,” she snapped.

“No,” Joel snapped back. “No, it ain’t. Tommy is younger than me, he knows the region…”

“So you just don’t give a shit about me,” she said.

“Of course I do,” the weight was coming back to Joel’s chest. This isn’t what he wanted, either. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t care…

“I’m not Sarah,” she said.

He froze, staring at her as she stepped closer to him.

“Who…”

“Maria told me,” she said. “And I’m really sorry about your daughter, losing someone… It’s hard, I understand…”

“You don’t understand a goddamn thing,” he snapped, his hands clenching into fists, digging his nails into his palm. The anger - at himself for putting her in this position to begin with, at her for even dreaming that she understood what this would be like - built in him. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about…”

“I’ve lost fucking everyone!” She yelled. “Everyone! Everyone who ever was there for me because they chose it, because they loved me? They’re all fucking gone! Everybody fucking except for you!”

She threw her small body against his chest and he absorbed the blow. He almost wished it hurt. Physical pain would be good, right now.

“Don’t act like someone I don’t know is going to be better because they’re not!” She looked so hurt, so scared it made his heart ache. “I’d just be scared the whole fucking time because they’re not you! You got us this far, Joel! Don’t…”

“You’re right,” he cut her off. “You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And Tommy is takin’ you in the morning.”

He turned to leave before she made him wish he was going with you both even more, wanting some distance, wanting… something. He wasn’t sure what.

What he got was you, standing in the hall, staring at him.

“I can’t believe you,” you breathed. “I can’t fucking believe you.”

***

You’d been so absorbed in talking with Tommy and Maria at the back of the community hall that you hadn’t noticed Ellie get up and leave, Tommy leaving for a while himself to look for Joel. You didn’t notice she was gone until the end of the movie, when you went to find her to go back to the house.

“She said she was going home,” the kid sitting next to her shrugged.

You must have looked as worried as you felt because Maria put a kind hand on your shoulder.

“She’s perfectly safe here,” she assured you. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Right,” you nodded. “You’re right. I’m just not used to being away from her is all. It’s weird.”

“I’m sure it is,” Maria said. “You’ve been through a lot out there…”

“It’s not that bad outside,” Tommy said, his hands in his pockets. You frowned at him. “I mean, for a little while…”

“Sure,” Maria laughed. “That’s why we live here, because out there is just fine…”

The walk back was pleasant, the three of you casually strolling. You liked Maria, you learned. She warmed up to you quite a bit after your first conversation, apparently now convinced that you weren’t there to take her husband away.

She was clearly very smart, excited about becoming a mom. She told you she’d been a district attorney before and you laughed.

“Those Miller men,” you shook your head. “They aim high.”

“Do they ever,” she laughed back.

Tommy was absolutely crazy about her. The two of you found a few minutes to catch up without anyone else there, Tommy perched on the fence around the horse paddock. You climbed up beside him.

You caught up on life a little bit. You told him you knew about the bomb in the QZ. He winced at that.

“Yeah, that’s one of those things I regret most,” he shook his head. “At the time, I justified it. Thought some death was worth the cost in a war. I should have figured it out at the time that the answer to FEDRA’s shit wasn’t killing random people. I wish I’d never done it. But I can’t change it, you know? I just have to try to live with it.”

You nodded slowly.

“Sorry I damn near got you killed,” he elbowed you playfully.

“Gee thanks,” you laughed, watching as a horse trotted around the pen.

“Hey, um,” he looked at you. “I hope this ain’t weird but… I wanted to tell you that I get it now.”

“Get what?” You frowned.

“What you said about Joel before,” he said. “How you didn’t think you could ever love anyone else? Didn’t make a damn bit of sense to me then. I get it now. I don’t think I could love someone else if I tried for fuckin’ years, not like I love her and…”

“Good,” you smiled at him when he faded off. “That’s how it’s supposed to work. I’m happy for you.”

“I’m happy for you, too,” he smiled back. “You two were always great together. Now we just have to keep him from being a fucking dumbass again…”

You laughed a little at that.

It was nice to be somewhere that felt like you could have friends again.

“Oh, here’s one!” You said as the three of you got close to your houses. “Tommy loved Pretty Pretty Princess…”

“I did not,” He cut you off. “Absolutely not…”

“So when Sarah was 10 she was still in her princess phase for a chunk of that year,” you said. “And Uncle Tommy here was the best opponent in Pretty Pretty Princess…”

“Nope,” he tried to talk over you but you ignored him.

“He’d wear the crown…” He tried to cover your mouth but you dodged it. “And the clip on earrings…”

“So what I’m hearing you say is keep an eye out for Pretty Pretty Princess,” Maria smiled.

“Yes,” you smiled. “Exactly.”

You heard raised voices from the second story of the house where you were staying. You frowned.

“Should probably go check on that,” Tommy said, eyebrows drawn together.

You frowned.

“What do you know?” You asked. Maria frowned, too.

“Better for you to talk to Joel,” he said. “Maria…”

She gave you a look before following her husband inside.

You went inside your house, heading upstairs, Joel and Ellie clearly mad about something. You couldn’t make out what they were saying until you were on the second floor.

“Don’t act like someone I don’t know is going to be better because they’re not!” Ellie yelled. “I’d just be scared the whole fucking time because they’re not you! You got us this far, Joel! Don’t…”

“You’re right,” he cut her off. “You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And Tommy is takin’ you in the morning.”

He was leaving you.

He promised he’d never leave and he was leaving you.

There was a knot in your throat when he opened the door to Ellie’s room. He froze when he saw you there.

“I can’t believe you,” you breathed. “I can’t fucking believe you.”

You took off down the stairs before he had a chance to argue.

“Baby,” he called after you. You ignored him, beelining for the back door of the house. He caught up with you quickly. “Just… wait…”

“Why?” You snapped. “So you can tell me how you’re going to leave me again? Just like you promised you’d never do…”

“Not leavin’ you,” he shook his head, his eyes wide and pleading. “Baby, never leaving you…”

“Really?” You said. “Because it sure sounds like you are!”

“Stay with me,” he said. You laughed once.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you shook your head.

“Baby…”

“You’re serious,” you walked to the edge of the yard and put your hands on your hips, staring up at the sky for a moment. before you stalked back. “I’m not leaving that girl, Joel. I’m not.”

“What if the Fireflies decide they’re not lettin’ you go?” He asked. “What then?”

“What if they decide that with Ellie and I’m not there?” You snapped. “What if they don’t do their jobs right and put her at risk? What then?”

“I don’t…”

“I’m going with her,” you said. “Do not try to talk me out of it, Joel, or I swear to God…”

“Are you goin’ because Tommy’s takin’ you?” He demanded.

“What?” You gaped at him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means you were with him,” he said. “Fucked him…”

“Oh, fuck you,” you snapped, getting in his face. “You don’t get to use what I was doing eight years ago to deal with the fact that you hated me against me, especially not when you spent that whole time with someone else…”

“Sure seemed to be havin’ fun with ‘em today,” his voice was getting heated.

“Yeah,” you shook your head. “Because he’s my fucking friend, Joel. Maybe you should find one you’re not sleeping with or related to, find out what it’s like. Do that while you’re leaving me fucking again…”

“I’m not leaving you,” he grabbed you, almost roughly, one hand on your arm, the other at the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulled you against his body, holding you tightly to him. “I’ll be here, waitin’ for you to come back. I’ll just get you killed out there, Baby, I’ll just get you hurt or killed and…”

“Call it whatever you want, Joel,” you snapped, going back towards the house. “I’m going.”

You took the stairs faster than you should have, your toes almost catching on two steps. You knocked once on Ellie’s door.

“Fuck off, Joel,” she sniffed.

“It’s me.”

She didn’t say anything so you just let yourself in. She was curled up in a small ball on the bed, the room dark.

“You here to ditch me, too?” She sniffed.

“No,” you said, pulling off your jacket and stepping out of your boots. “Scoot over.”

She obliged and you crawled into bed beside her, curling your body around hers. She snuggled back into you.

“I can’t believe he just doesn’t give a shit,” she sniffed. “I really thought…”

“He cares,” you said, holding her close. “He’s just… bad at showing it sometimes.”

She sniffed and nodded. You stroked her hair gently and you were about to fall asleep when she spoke again.

“Your friend from college,” she said quietly. “The one with the daughter who you took to the Space Center and to ride rollercoasters… That was Joel, wasn’t it.”

“Yeah,” you said softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She shifted to look over her shoulder at you.

“Because she wasn’t mine to share with you,” you said quietly. “But I wanted to.”

She was quiet again for a bit.

“You’re not leaving me?” She asked, voice groggy.

“Never,” you said.

“Not just because you have to?” She asked.

“Never had to,” you kissed the crown of her head. “Just love you.”

She pressed back into you more and fell asleep, her small body warm on yours.

You didn’t get much sleep yourself, too busy worrying about Joel. He wasn’t going to do well while you and Ellie were gone, you could feel it. And with Tommy gone, too, he’d have no one. In a new place, trying to fall into a new way of life. It was going to be a disaster.

You got up before Ellie, making sure your bag was good to go. You set aside most of the medications, leaving them behind for the town, taking only your birth control, a small supply of antibiotics plus the euth kits, just in case. You got Ellie’s bag as packed as you could before you woke her. Her eyes were still wet.

“Come on, Gremlin,” you said, brushing her hair back. “We’ll be OK.”

You peered into the master bedroom on your way downstairs to meet Tommy but it was empty, bed not slept in.

Tommy knocked softly on the front door and you opened it wordlessly, the three of you making your way in silence to the stables. You were trying to remember a pun you didn’t think Ellie had said yet when you almost walked into Joel as he paced.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Ellie glared defiantly up at him.

“I came to say goodbye,” he said, looking between the two of you.

“Bye,” Ellie snapped, ducking around him.

“Wait,” he said. She obeyed, turning to face him. He looked between you, Ellie and Tommy for a moment. “I… I still think Tommy is the safest option but… If you both want me to take you…”

“Doesn’t matter if he’s safer,” Ellie said. “Right Doc?”

“She’s right,” you smiled a little. “It doesn’t. Sorry, Tommy.”

“’S alright,” he smiled a little, too.

“There are some ground rules,” Joel said.

“Of course there are,” Ellie rolled her eyes and looked at you, almost saying ‘can you believe this guy?’

“Somethin’ happens, I freeze or…” he trailed off. “You leave me and get the fuck out, understand?”

“Joel,” you frowned. “We’re not…”

“That’s the deal,” he said. “I’m gettin’ you two back alive. That’s the only way we’re doin’ this. That’s the rule. If I’m going to hold you back or get you hurt, you leave me. Understood?”

“Whatever you say old man,” Ellie handed him her backpack. “Let’s go, we’ve got ground to cover.”

Joel turned to you, his face soft and open.

“Baby…” he said. “I’m so sorry…”

“It’s OK,” you reached up and cupped his cheek, scratching through his graying beard gently. “I get it, it’s OK.”

He kissed the inside of your wrist.

Ellie wanted to start the ride with Joel and you didn’t blame her, Tommy joining the three of you on the first part of the trip out of town.

“Just go southeast,” Tommy said. “You’ll hit 25. It’s right off the interstate, can’t miss it.”

Joel just nodded. You smiled at him.

“It was good to see you again, Tommy,” you said.

“You too,” he smiled back. “Take care of yourselves, OK? There’s a house waitin’ here for you when you’re back. If you want it.”

Joel looked over at you and smiled a little.

“We’re countin’ on it.”

A/N: And they're on the road! I think we all know what's on the way next...

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I really can't believe how close we are to the end of this story like what?? It's been a crazy ride so far, thank you all so much for going on this adventure with me. This story has been amazing to share because of all of you, so thank you for all of it. Love you!

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#joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #fanfic

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 4 months

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I was wondering how you think Abbacchio would react to a darling that’s in college and suffers from on and off depression? I love your work so much and this is my first request ever (crazy since I’ve been following you since 2020 or 2021 ((i can’t remember but you’re why I joined tumblr 😭))

I’m flattered you signed up to this cursed site to read my stuff. But it’s okay, we’re all mad here right? I even have crazy right in my username.

I rambled on this piece, just trying to think on him so uh don’t mind me.

Yandere! Leone Abbacchio w/ a darling who has on/off depression He’s always there for you, whether you know it or not. He’ll sigh in resignation as he pulls out a key and unlocks the door to your apartment. The slightly stale air tingles his nostrils immediately, it’s not like he could really berate you for anything you haven’t done. As the former cop has been in a sorrier state himself, something he won’t hesitate to admit. Abbacchio proceeds to close the door behind him and reaches over to crack a window some.

His eyes scan across the living room and kitchen, there were a few things scattered about disorganized. The sink had some dishes in them, yet to be washed with the pile steadily growing. He’d take care of those later, maybe even try to help you do it. Right now, however his selfish thoughts of seeing you overrode the thought of tidying up the place.

It wasn’t hard to hear footsteps outside of your room, that he knew well from the countless times he’s walked in here. He taught you to at least recognize his and Bucciarati’s footsteps, the others never really came to your place unexpectedly so there was no real need to mention theirs. Which is odd to put it lightly, but the twenty one year old couldn’t help but obsess over it. His stand wasn’t necessarily combat oriented, and of course he still had his training from his cop days instilled in his brain. It was just for safety, that was what he told himself with these precautions. The long haired male knew deep down it was sort of wrong but he kept with it anyway.

Your door wasn’t even fully shut when he approached it. It only took a small push for the door to swing wide open. Then there you were sleeping on your bed, hair disheveled and you were still in your pajamas. What time was it now? Thirteen, no wait fourteen hundred… he inwardly cursed himself for glossing over the time. Either way it was rather late for waking up. Yet you were rather mesmerizing sleeping the way you were. He could just sit there on your bed and watch you lay there for eternity.

It took all his mental strength to not silently just stand there like a creep and say your name. It was a gentle and low grumble, but it was loud enough to stir you a little bit. He waits a minute before saying your name again, the white haired male wasn’t that brazen yet. Sure he could stalk you or play you back on Moody Blues without hesitation. Yet there was something gnawing at him to not touch you being unaware right now. Like that was a good place to supposedly draw the line at. He knows he’ll cross it eventually with how much his mind goes to you.

“A…A…Abba…cchio?” You mumbled incoherently, but Abbacchio’s heart stammered immediately knowing those syllables you slogged over were that of his name.

“I just came to check in on you” He told you, although totally unannounced you took his word for it.

He already knew the issues of depression you had, and the mountain of stress that your college classes were causing. He knew the smallest of details that you never told him. From listening outside your open window or using Moody Blues while you were gone. Your eyes looked exhausted from your mental strife, it made him melt inwardly. He was filth, but he reassured himself to keep you clean even if you didn’t know it.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked as you clumsily sat yourself up.

“I don’t know…” You answered honestly “but I want to try”

He nodded solemnly asking what he could do for you, every little question thumped in his chest. The support you needed and a shadow that watched your every move. From home to classes, to shopping, or even sitting at home. Maybe you knew and despised him, he could be thrown out at anytime, disposed of like garbage. He disregarded that in his current situation, being near something he always wanted. He wasn’t ready to let you go, he’d never willingly do so but he’d help somehow even if it indulged his selfishness.

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere jjba #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere leone abbacchio #leone abbacchio

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 5 months

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Another lovely year in this wonderful fandom. Here’s a little recap of how my year went:

My Writing:

Depth of Reason - Mature - 70k

How to Avoid a Scandal - Teen - 43k

Episode 3: The Diplomat, A Star Trek Redemption story - Teen - 13.5k

This list is much shorter than my list of fics written in 2022, but my fics last year were much shorter. Also, this word count is deceptive, because I wrote about 22k of Depth of Reason last year and about 20k of How to Avoid a Scandal last year as well. But! My writing goals this year were to finish these two WIPs and not take on any other projects until they were finished and I very nearly did that! Took on two projects (and more below), but I still finished these before the year finished, so pretty good!

Total words:

About 83k. Last year was more like 120k.

Other works:

Podfic of Petrichor - Teen - 34 minutes

Themes:

Finishing long works apparently! One was for my 2022 COBB and the other for my 2022 CORB. Even though these were started last year, they are the longest things I wrote since my first fic (49k) back in the second half of 2021.

Also, trying new things! Writing sci-if and recording a podfic felt very outside my wheelhouse at the time, but ultimately, I’m glad I went for it.

Top 10 fics I read in 2023:

Someone Wicked - Explicit - 60k by @artsyunderstudy

Three Months or 3,000 Miles - Gen - 3k by @larkral and art by @theimpossibledemon

Blood, Salt and Hummingbirds - Teen - 32k by @hushed-chorus

Restoration Ecology - The REmix (Baz’s version) - Explicit - 62k by @royalasstronaut

Good at Something - Explicit - 19k by @larkral

A Gift From the Propheseals - Mature - 6.5k by @skeedelvee with art by @letraspal

What Remains After the Storm - Mature - 86k by @hushed-chorus art by @erzbethluna

To Do, to Know, to Want - Mature - 8.5k by @facewithoutheart

Mishaps on Zoom - Explicit - 10k by @eelwinks

Swords Into Plowshares - Teen - 6.5k by @ileadacharmedlife

WIPs I’m excited to keep reading in 2024:

I Knew A Boy, I Knew A Man - Teen, by @shrekgogurt

Hiding Out In The Open - Mature, by @cutestkilla

A Little Bit Deadly- Explicit, by @emeryhall

Basil Pitch’s Diary - Teen, by @bookish-bogwitch

Other notable fandom things:

I helped to run @carryon-reverse-bang again with @angelsfalling16 as well as helped to put on a new event this year, @caught-on-tape-fest with @cutestkilla and @sillyunicorn

I met up with fandom friends while on a trip this past summer. Making personalized friendship bracelets as gifts, doing fic readings and crafts, and putting on our own Lady Ruth style tea party were some of my fave moments <3

I did a book club style reread of some of my fave fics with friends. I hope we do a few more in 2024!

It’s safe to say I engaged with this fandom everyday of 2023. I might get quiet on the main Discord server or Tumblr, but I’m certain I read, reblogged, wrote, DMd or otherwise participated in some way, shape or form throughout the entirety of the year.

Goals for 2024:

Read more fic! This fandom has such a wealth of works, my TBR list is a mile long and isn’t organized. I’d like to formally rework my AO3 bookmarks to exclusively show recs and either utilize the Marked for Later function or make a spreadsheet or something to better organize a proper TBR list so i don’t lose track of what I want to read next. Currently, having a dozen tabs open on my phone and another dozen on my iPad doesn’t really work well. If anyone has a brilliant system you’d suggest, please enlighten me!

I also want to read all of my physical canon books this year. I’ve only ever listened to the audiobooks! I’m currently reading my anniversary edition of Fangirl. (I think this is the prettiest book I’ve ever owned.) Up next, the Fangirl Manga, followed by the trilogy and Snow for Christmas.

More fandom meet ups! Already planning for June…

I don’t have any writing plans currently, so we shall see if/what I decide to create. I have a few ideas rolling around in my head, but nothing I’ve felt urged to put down in words. I’m sure I’ll write something, I just don’t know what it’ll be yet.

#That’s a wrap!#Love being a part of this fandom #Y’all are wonderful #here’s to another great year!#fandom year in review

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charmedreincarnation · 1 year

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How to use water to manifest 🌊💧🐟🚿!!!

It has been said that water has the power to manifest the energy of your intentions. As it is the essence of life, the energy of water is said to be a strong catalyst for manifesting the desired outcome you wish to experience.

Firstly, let’s discuss the main concepts behind manifesting using water. Water has the capacity to amplify any thought or intention, as it naturally stores and amplifies energy. It is believed that every thought and emotional state you put out will be taken up by the molecules of water and delivered through to the universe. Therefore, if you want to manifest something, you need to direct your thoughts and emotions towards the desired outcome in order for this energy to be reflected in the water.

So, how do you actually use water to manifest something? There are many different methods you can use. One method is putting intention into a glass of water and drinking it. Visualize your glass of water as a vessel of your intentions, and hold it while repeating affirmations that support your desired outcome. You may also choose to add items such as symbols, stones or colors to further amplify your intention.

Another popular method is writing your intentions down on a piece of paper or in a journal and storing it in a glass jar filled with water. You can also take this further by adding symbols, stones or colors to further amplify the desired result.

another option is to set up an intention altar with water. You can use an open container such as a bowl or cup filled with water and display any objects that represent your intention. Once you have done this, focus on your intention for five minutes each day and do this for at least three weeks for maximum effect.

I’ve also turned my shower time into basically a manifesting chamber. It’s the most relaxing part of my day, and I don’t do much, aside from play theta waves and affirm and carry on with my routine…but I always leave feeling revived and I think it’s like I said before, because water has amplified characteristic

My Water wish method (as far as I know )✨✨✨

Water has been used for centuries to make and manifest wishes. Whether it is pouring water into a river for good luck or floating away a wish on a reed, people all over the world have used water for its powerful magical abilities.

First, choose a container of water that you can find around your house such as a cup, bowl or glass. Fill the container with enough water that you feel comfortable working with, knowing that your wish can go out into the universe.

Next, visualize your wish. Spend time envisioning exactly what it is that you want to manifest. Picture how your life will look and feel once your wish has been granted. Think of how you'll feel when the wish has come true.

Once you've connected with the feelings of the wish, bring it into the container of water by reciting your wish aloud or inside your head. Really connect with the feelings of your wish being granted as you speak it.

Finally, use your hands or any tools that you'd like to, to interact with the water in some way such as stirring or stirring with a spoon, sprinkling it up and down, or drawing patterns in the water with your finger. This helps to activate the energy of your wish and send it out into the universe.

Then of course I was scrolling through YouTube and I saw this subliminal from one of my fav sub makers regarding water out of no where. I haven’t used it because I just randomly just found it but I’ll take it as a sign to share it with you guys 🤭🤭

I also saw this post randomly on my Instagram by another dope sub maker, and it looks like a dope water challenge for anyone who wants to try :)! I believe she’s on tumblr @kikispiritualservices so full credits to them!!!

Regardless in general I’ve always been fascinated with the concept of water having essentially 0 properties but having only positive benefits. Even though it is a natural element that can provide many health benefits. Studies have suggested that drinking plenty of water can help boost brain performance, increase energy levels, flush out toxins, and increase overall well-being. Water is also believed to be a powerful tool in healing, particularly when combined with other elements.

Even better,Water has the ability to act as a conduit for healing energy. This can include connecting with the energy of the Universe, communicating with plants and animals, and even stimulating healing energy within yourself. By creating an environment of love and acceptance around you, you can allow the healing energy of water to flow freely. So though I think it’s a limiting belief to think you have to drink a lot of water to receive positive benefits from subliminals and other things in the community, it certainly wouldn’t hurt to utilize and drink it more 💗

#manifesation #law of assumption #law of attraction #water

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championlvrs · 1 year

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“ i love you ”

ethan landry x fem!reader

summary - ethan saying “i love you” for the first time in the 2 year relationship

warning(s) - kissing

genre - fluff / sfw

a/n - hey y’all, so like this is my first ever story written on tumblr so bare w me 💀 ive never really been good at writing stories but its entertaining so yeah ! don’t make fun of me if its shit please 😞 and thank u ! enjoy ?? 🤞 and this is before the ghostface attacks + lowercase is intended !!

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i decided to skip econ because i didn’t feel up to it. i’m watching my favorite show when suddenly i hear the door swing open, “ethan” i think to myself.

ethan and i were dorm mates and we have been dating for about 2 years now. i’ve never been happier. he’s so intelligent, funny, and his personality makes everything 100x better. i’ve been meaning to tell him that i love him but i don’t wanna move too fast.

i jump out of my bed and make my way to ethan, who i can tell was having a horrible day just by the look on his face and how he was just sitting on the sofa staring into outer space. “hi baby” i say while sitting down next to him, startling him, also attempting to hug him. he hugs me back tiredly and says, “hey” with a stiff and tired tone. “what’s wrong babe?” i ask him. “no nothings wrong, don’t worry about anything pumpkin.” “babe, i know you and i know something’s wrong, please just talk to me.”

he looks at me with teary eyes and starts to sob. i pull him into a hug and he puts his face into the crook of my neck. i start to play with his curls and say, “its okay, let it out, let it out.”

after a couple minutes of comforting, ethan starts to calm down. once he looks up at me, i take his face in my hands and ask him, “wanna talk about it?” he slightly shakes his head, “not really, just had a really bad day at econ.” “that’s okay my love, for the rest of the night, we can watch your favorite movies and order take out? how does that sound?”

he smiles at me and hugs me tight. “thank you so much y/n. you have no idea how much i care for you and id do anything for you. i love you.”

i love you. those three words kept repeating in my head. ethan landry just told me he loves me. my everything just told me he loves me. my love just told me he loves me. my was spinning.

ethan sees the look on my face and then says, “sorry if im moving too fast, i hope this doesn’t change anyth-“ i cut him off by kissing him. it was a soft, passionate kiss. we both pull away to breath, and then i say, “i love you too ethan landry.” he smiles and kisses me again.

after about 5 minutes, we both decide to organize, change into our matching pjs, order ethans favorite take out, and watch some of his favorite movies. once we both got tired, we went to ethans room and got into bed. we got comfortable in our positions, my head laying on ethans chest while his hand is in my hair. im about to fall asleep until i hear ethan start talking,

“thank you for this night y/n. i love you so much and just.. thank you for everything. you mean the world to me.”

i blush from that. “you don’t have to thank me for anything ethan, im your girlfriend, that’s what im here for my love. and i love you too ethan.” i say while quickly going to give him a peck on the lips. he smiles as i go back into my position and we doze off listening to each others soft breaths.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fluff #scream 6 #jack champion #jack champion x reader #hes so fine #this is so cringe ughh

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tswaney17 · 10 months

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Accidental Chemistry - Part 1: New Beginnings

This is dedicated to the incredible @duskwhisperer. Thank you, love, for sending me the idea for this fic and letting me run with it. 💜 I'm very excited to finally share this story with you all. I don't have set posting dates, but I'm hoping to dedicate more time to this fic after I finalize IDBTWY. Until then, I hope you enjoy this first part! 💕

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: language

Word Count: 4,982

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Azriel was sitting at Rhys and Feyre’s dining room table, feeling particularly suspicious as to why he had been invited over for dinner. It wasn’t that he never had dinner with them. It’s that usually, it wasn’t just him.

“How’s work, Az?” Feyre asked, spearing the asparagus on her plate.

He took a sip of his wine. “It’s good. I’ve finally filled the last tech position that’s been open so I have a full team now. She’s fitting in well and is super quick in picking up new information.”

“Does she have prior experience?”

“Not really. She’s a recent graduate and was looking for entry-level in the industry. To be honest, most places would’ve passed on her for the lack of experience, but I thought she could be molded into what we need while growing her skillset.”

Rhys smirked. “You put in the work and you get a long-term employee.”

He tipped his glass towards his brother. “Exactly.”

Feyre pushed her chair back. “Let me grab dessert,” she announced, noticing both men were finished with their main courses. She returned a few minutes later holding three plates with small, pastry-like cups filled with cream and covered in blueberries.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Lemon and blueberry verbena tarts,” she said like he had any idea what the fuck that meant.

Az eyed the dessert, taking a bite and letting the tartness from the lemon slide across his tongue before settling with the blueberry’s sweetness. His brows raised in surprise. It was good. Like really good. He glanced at the female sitting across from him. “Did you make this, Fey?”

She laughed, head tipping back. “Oh heavens no. My sister made it. Elain. You remember Elain, right?”

He shot her a puzzled look at the turn of questions. “Yeah, vaguely.” Lie.

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stardust-goddess · 9 months

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Effort

Dean Winchester x Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Reader feels like she needs to put in extra effort to look and feel beautiful. Dean doesn’t think so.

A/N: hi everyone! I’m new to tumblr and writing but wanted to give this a shot. I feel like I might have made Dean out of character, but I think of this almost every morning when I get ready and just loved the idea. This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written, so let me know what you think and Enjoy!💕

The room was full of sunlight when you opened your eyes. Squinting at the brightness you took in the familiar surroundings of the motel room as you became more alert.

You and the boys were in Montana. Sam had found news articles of multiple murders from the past few months, all in close proximity to each other. With all the evidence leaning towards a possible werewolf, you and the boys packed up Baby and made your way to the latest murder scene to investigate. After a few days the hunt was successful and you all went back to the motel to get some sleep before heading back to the bunker.

Looking across from where you were, you noticed Sam’s bed was empty with a note on the pillow. ‘Probably out for his morning run’ you thought. Making a mental note to confirm that as soon as you got up. Turning slightly, you found Dean. He was still asleep, arms and body completely wrapped around you encasing you in warmth. You snuggled a little deeper in his embrace giving yourself a few extra minutes before finally getting up to start getting ready.

Slowly sitting up from the bed so Dean wouldn’t be disturbed, you untangled yourself from his arms. After checking Sam’s note and confirming he was in fact on a run and promised to bring back breakfast, you made your way to the bathroom. Starting to wash up for the day you looked over yourself in the mirror.

Looking at your bare face you sighed, today was definitely another makeup day. You’re skin looked a little blotchier then usual, with dark circles under your eyes, and a dull complexion. Eyes traveling a little further down you took in the rest of your body. Big arms, stomach, and thighs bounced back at you.

You had always felt insecure about your appearance. Being the size you were, you felt like whenever you were out in public people would stare. That they were judging you, and thinking you were big and sloppy looking when you really weren’t. This led you to putting extra effort into your appearance. Makeup always on, hair nicely styled, and a well put together outfit for the day. Being a hunter, this wasn’t something that you could pull off everyday, but you tried your best. On the days that you couldn’t, you always felt a little anxious, but Dean always made you feel better.

Dean made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Underneath his tough hunter persona, he was so gentle and loving. Always complimenting you, and taking care of you. While he helped your confidence little by little, you still couldn’t stop those negative thoughts racing through your mind from time to time. Those thoughts where you wished you looked like the women you saw on TV and magazines. Women who were skinny and effortlessly beautiful. Women who could throw on leggings and a t-shirt with little to no makeup, and looked like they stepped off the runway.

Shaking those thoughts from your head. You finished washing up. Grabbing your hand held mirror and makeup bag to bring back to the bed. You always like doing your makeup sitting on your bed. It was comfortable and you had plenty of space to spread your products around. Walking out of the bathroom you noticed Sam was still out. You also noticed that Dean was now awake, sitting against the headboard, and scrolling through his phone. Seeing you in his peripheral vision, Dean looked up and gave you a breathtaking smile. God he was so gorgeous.

“Good Morning Baby.” Dean said lovingly reaching his arm out for you.

“Morning Handsome.” giving him a smile of your own, you grabbed his outstretched hand and let him lead you back to the bed. Settling you in between his legs, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, making his way down to the part of your shoulder that was peeking out of your oversized shirt. His arms wrapped around you to pull you a little closer.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Good, I always sleep the best when you’re with me, you?” you replied grabbing your makeup bag to get what you needed.

“Great, because my gorgeous girl was next to me.”

Dean dropped more kisses to your shoulder making you giggle, but inside you felt a little pang of sadness. You just woke up there’s no way you looked gorgeous right now.

you fell into a comfortable silence after that, enjoying each other’s presence while you started your makeup. Putting concealer first then foundation you started to bounce your beauty blender across your face, making sure everything got covered evenly. Once that was done you started coating your lashes in mascara. Dean watched you from your little mirror as you worked. Rubbing little circles into your hips with his thumbs, Dean broke the silence.

“Baby, you know we’re going to be in the car most of the day right? You don’t have to get all dolled up if you don’t want to.”

Stopping mid mascara swipe you looked down in your lap for a second before continuing

“I know, but I have too. If I want to look good I have to put the extra effort in.”

Dean’s brows scrunched together in confusion.

“Extra effort? What do you mean? You always look beautiful.”

Finishing your mascara you close the tube and look back down in your lap.

“I have to put more work in to look pretty. If I don’t people will see me and think I’m lazy and sloppy. I’m already big I don’t need to add more fuel to the fire”

Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew you had insecurities and did his best to remind you that you were amazing and let your confidence shine through. Despite this you did still have some bad days, but this is first time you expressed those negative thoughts so bluntly. He couldn’t let those thoughts continue a second longer. Angling your body more towards him, Dean tucked some loose hair behind your ear before tilting your chin up.

“Listen to me baby, strangers opinions on the street don’t matter. They don’t have the honor of knowing how amazing you are. You’re so selfless and hard working. You constantly put others before yourself, saving people and helping me and Sammy make the world a little better. You’re not lazy and definitely not sloppy you’re stunning.”

Pulling you a little closer Dean continues

“Makeup, or no makeup, dressed up or dressed down you always look so pretty and so amazing. I get lost in those gorgeous eyes and this gorgeous body. I love the way you feel in my hands and pressed against me. You’re absolutely beautiful inside and out.”

You close your eyes, a little overwhelmed by his sweet words. He was right, others opinions didn’t matter. Finally finding your voice you speak up

“I just can’t help it sometimes. You could have any gorgeous woman on your arm, but you picked me. I feel like I have to prove to the world that I deserve you.”

Closing the rest of the distance between you, Dean presses a searing kiss to your lips. A kiss so full of love and want you feel warmth spread through your body. Breaking the kiss Dean cups your cheek, thumb running across your bottom lip.

“You have nothing to prove. I already have a gorgeous woman and I’m not letting her go anywhere.”

Blushing you let a smile work it’s way across your lips.

“There’s that smile I love, brightens my whole day.”

Moving you back into your original position, Dean slips his hand under your shirt. Rubbing small circles on your back while the other hand grabs your lipstick handing it to you.

“You already look beautiful baby but might as well finish what you started.”

Grabbing the tube you also grab your discarded mirror to finish up. Feeling lighter after talking with Dean. You were beautiful, you were confident, and with Dean by your side you could take on the world.

“I love you Dean, thank you.”

“I love you too baby, always.”

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noosayog · 2 years

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[1:35AM] your meet ugly with Iwaizumi Hajime

wc: 800

noos's notes: My first fic on tumblr :') There's technically no mention of Iwa's name in this, so pls imagine your fav if you'd like. But I wrote this with him in mind!

You were returning from a week-long business trip and your flight had landed just after midnight. After your roommate picked you up from the airport, you wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, sink into bed, and be unconscious for the next 10 hours. The last thing you needed was arriving home to a car you’ve never seen before blocking your driveway.

Exhausted and slightly annoyed, you and your roommate rang your neighbors’ doorbells in hopes that there would be a quick fix.

30 minutes and 5 doorbells later, not one of your neighbors had claimed the car. Your patience was thinning and slight annoyance became acute irritation. You and your roommate sat back in your double-parked car, on hold with the tow truck company. Suddenly, one of your neighbors, a sweet elderly man you’ve waved to on occasion, knocked on your window.

“I called the guy who lived across the street,” he pointed at an orange house across the street. “And sounds like he’s got a couple of friends over tonight. Said the car is one of his friend’s and he’ll come move it now.”

You thanked your neighbor and your roommate hung up the line with the towing company. A part of you was disappointed. This asshole deserved to have his car towed. You waited for what couldn't have been more than a few minutes but you were tired and angry and irritation was building with every second that passed.

Finally, a man emerged from the orange house and you got out of the car to get a better look. He was tall and you would be remiss if you didn’t acknowledge that he was good-looking. He walked over to the driver’s seat of his car where you were impatiently tapping your feet and uttered a light-hearted apology with a little chuckle.

Like this whole situation was funny.

Maybe it was the long flight. Maybe it was the exhausting trip. Maybe it was just him. But at that moment, your patience finally snapped.

“What, you think this is funny or something?”

With this hand on the opened door, he blinked back at you. A pause. “No, I-”

“Because I’m not laughing. It’s already really fucking inconsiderate of you to be blocking someone’s driveway and obstructing their day and you’re laughing? We could have just called the towing company instead of ringing doorbells at one AM in the morning but we did that because we have some sense of human decency.”

“Look, I-”

“I’m not done. I’ve never seen you around here before and I don’t know if you just moved or you’re just visiting your friend that lives there but I better never see you and your stupid car in front of my driveway again. And next time, I won’t just call the towing company, I’ll fucking key your car, slash the tires, and egg your fucking house!”

You were yelling at this point, your sweet elderly neighbor was watching you in horror, and your roommate still sitting in the car had her eyes wide, but you didn’t care. Without letting him get a word in, you stomped back to your car, got in the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut. A couple of minutes later, your driveway was cleared and your roommate was pulling into your garage. You went straight to bed.

In the morning, you feel regret. Sure, the tall, bulging-biceps guy was to blame, but you didn’t have to pop off on him like that. Either way, your neighbor mentioned that he was a friend of the guy who lived there so you’d probably never have to see him again anyway.

Naturally, things never work out that way so you run into him on your way out to grab coffee and some groceries. You stare for a couple of seconds, unsure if you should apologize or just walk away. You opt for, “I won’t actually key your car or egg your house.”

He raises a brow. “So you’ll slash my tires?”

Here you were, trying to genuinely apologize (though you might not be doing a good job of it), and he was making things harder. You should have known, given the way he was laughing last night. You were about to give him a piece of your mind again but he beat you to it.

“It’s just a joke. Last night was completely my bad and I hope you can forgive me for it. Especially since…” he trails off.

You tilt your head, waiting for him to finish.

He takes a breath. “Especially since I was hoping to take you out for coffee. To apologize. And maybe like a date.”

You’re sure your mouth is wide open now. You definitely remember screaming his head off last night. You’re not sure in what sense you could have seemed attractive in that light.

He shrugs like he knows what you’re thinking. “The way you were yelling at me was kinda hot and I’m really hoping to redeem myself.”

You let your mind catch up with the situation and mentally lay out the facts. One, he is undeniably good-looking. Two, you’ve shown him possibly your worst side and he still wants to take you out. Three, well, there is no three, but the first two facts are compelling enough, you think. So you say yes.

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modelbus · 9 months

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hiya!!

this is my first request on Tumblr (or suggestion ig)

how about... something like wilburxreader but with the plot of 'radar detector by darwin deez'? (i would think its like a best friend's to lover situation, yk?)

idk, but i think it'd be pretty fun to write!! even if you don't write this, i just wanted to get this idea out there lol.

- 🦡 anon

this is the first time I’ve ever heard Radar Detector by Darwin Deez and it’s so cute! The slightly bolded lines are lyrics from the song :)

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Radar Detector

You and I buy star maps and drive my car around Los Angeles

“No no, I think that star is this.” You point aggressively at the map, jabbing your finger at the star you’re talking about. Next to you, in the drivers seat, Wilbur squints down then looks up.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You pause. “Well, no—“

“Exactly.”

Reaching over the center console, you playfully shove your best friend. Ever since you’ve met Wilbur, this has become your tradition. On clear nights, driving out to find constellations on the shittiest star maps that money can buy. He claims it’s more fun if the maps suck, you claim he likes torturing you.

“Look, if that star is that one, then where is this other star?” He asks, motioning along the map. You stare up at the sky, searching for the mystery star.

“…hidden.” You decide, refusing to be wrong.

Wilbur laughs, making you grin. “It’s not hidden, it’s just not there! Because it isn’t the right star!”

“It is too!” Neither of you are quite good at finding constellations, but that doesn’t really matter. Because nothing beat the feeling of just being with him, hanging around your best friend.

“At this rate we’re never going to find Cassiopeia.” He scolds playfully. “Get to work!”

“I am trying!”

“Try harder!”

He grabs a crumpled napkin, balling it up. It was from the McDonalds the two of you had bought, drinks with fresh condensation sitting in cup holders. Wilbur throws it at you, making you bat it away before it hits you in the face.

“Why don’t you try harder? Why is it always me?” You question, stuffing the napkin under your cup.

“I think I found it, actually.”

I drive a thousand miles an hour

Laughing to yourself, opening your door and leaning against the doorframe. Wilbur stands there, hands in his pocket, grinning widely at you.

“I asked you to come over five minutes ago, Wil.” You say, looking up at him.

“Yeah.” He nods nonchalantly.

He lives over five minutes from you. Way over five minutes.

“Please tell me you didn’t speed.”

“Then I won’t.”

With the certainly of someone you’ve known like they’re the other part of you, he walks past you into your living room. With an amused smile, you shut your door behind him and follow behind him.

“What did I say about speeding?”

“That it makes me cool.”

“Wha— no!”

“Yeah.”

From the cheeky look her throws over his shoulder at you, you know he’s only trying to mess with you.

“I told you not to speed because you’ll get hurt.” You deadpan.

“I know, but you asked me to come over. Who cares how fast I go, as long as I get here?”

You scoff, but give in to his argument. Like always.

But you are always looking out for me

“Careful.” Wilbur calls out, moving his hand to the top edge of the cabinet you just ducked your head into. You pull your head back, heading his hand, smiling victoriously with a pot.

“Got it!” You declare. He takes the pot from you, carefully placing it on the stone. “I could’ve done that.” Is your protest as he fills it with exactly two cups of water.

“Bullshit. We both know you’d splash yourself and burn yourself. Which you’d be complaining about for days.” Determinedly, he crosses his arms when he turns to face you.

After a pause, you nod. It was true, you’d probably burn the shit out of yourself. “Fine. Only because you’re right.”

“Darling, I’m always right.”

With an eye roll you decide to prep the part that wouldn’t mean getting burnt. Meanwhile, Wilbur stands over the pot like a man watching paint dry.

“Having fun?” You call out.

“Loads.”

You and I go shopping and find exactly what we're looking for

Picking your way through random thrift store belts, you grab an all-black one. It’s perfect for the outfit you’ve been trying to put together, practically made for you.

Beyond the rack, Wilbur holds up a jumper. You appraise the blue fabric, trying to find any flaws that Wilbur might’ve overlooked. The two of you came with very clear goals in mind. Yours? Find a black belt. His? Jumpers. Preferably one to go with the pants he recently bought.

Nodding your opinion, you head over to him with your black belt in hand. “Looks like all of your others.” You tease.

“But this one matches my shoes.” Is his argument. You know he’d get it anyways, matching shoes or not.

“Uh-huh.” You hum, passing by him to buy the belt.

“Buying that one?” He asks you, stepping up next to you. His hand settles on your lower back, guiding you through the aisles.

“It’s perfect.” You announce. “Successful trip, really.”

“Well worth the drive.” He agrees, looking down at you. With his head angled just a bit, his eyes are only on you, despite navigating you through aisles. “And I’m paying.”

“Hell no. I can pay for my own—“

“Two dollar belt?” Wilbur raises his eyebrows. “I’m buying it.”

You and I go shopping and fall asleep inside the mattress store.

“I still can’t believe you made Tommy sleep on the floor.”

Wilbur holds open the door to the mattress store, arm above you as you head in first.

“I gave him an air mattress! The kid is not as deprived as he says, I swear.”

The whole point of this trip was to buy an extra mattress so Wilbur could house Tommy whenever. And yes, you had teased him relentlessly about how brotherly the act was.

“For the record, I don’t know how to mattress shop.” You laugh, eyes roaming over the various white beds set up. “So bringing me was useless.”

“It’s never useless to have you around.” Wilbur immediately responds. “And I’ll teach you how. First, you have to walk up to a mattress like you know what you’re doing.”

You follow as Wilbur strides up to one of the mattresses, standing over it.

“Now what?” You ask, humoring him.

“Now we try it.”

He flops backwards, spreading out over the mattress. Arms and legs comically spaced out to take up the entire space, eyes falling shut.

For a second you just stand there, looking at him with a fond smile. Despite being in a public place, he looks completely relaxed.

After a moment he opens one eye to look at you. “You joining me?”

With a careful look around to check for workers—there are none—you give in and join him on the mattress. It’s not the biggest mattress, considering Wilbur’s only looking to buy a spare, but with a few adjustments the two of you manage to make it work.

His arm loops around your shoulders, pulling you close enough for your head to rest on him. Nobody comes to stop you so you relax into the position comfortably.

“Now what?” You ask, a lift to your voice that indicates you’re teasing.

“Now we close our eyes and try it out.”

You sigh, but let your eyes flutter shut obligingly.

“Hey! What are you— no sleeping on the mattresses!”

At the unfamiliar voice, you jerk up. Completely disoriented all you do is stare at the mattress store worker. Vaguely, you’re aware of Wilbur’s arm wrapping around your waist.

“Get out!” The worker shouts, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Huh?” Wilbur murmurs. “Oh, shit.” His hand wraps around yours, tugging you off the mattress. Before you can stumble, he’s already catching you while half-dragging you out of the store. “Sorry!” He yells over his shoulder.

“Did we—“

“Fall asleep.”

We cruise the neighborhood But it's not supposed to feel this good

Leaning your head against the window, you watch the trees speeding past the outside of the car.

Wilbur, as always, is driving silently through the night. A long trip meant moments like these, where there’s nothing but peace between the two of you. Radio humming out a random song from his playlist to fill the silence.

He convinced you to go to one of his Lovejoy shows, promising he’d drive you back home “no matter the length.” So, you went. Of course you did; you’d always be there for him.

Now you’re here, half asleep, hand in his over the center console. His thumb rubs lazy circles on the back of your head, steady and reassuring.

You flick your eyes over just to watch him, steal just a look. The sight of his silhouette, hair messy from performing, makes you smile before looking out the window again.

Neither of you talk, but you know anyways.

You are a radar detector

“Careful, Wil.” You nudge him, warning lacing your words.

“Always am, love.”

He leans into you, momentarily forgetting the knife he was using to chop peppers. Then closer, until his lips brush against yours—

“You’re burning the chicken.”

“SHIT!”

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cootiekat · 11 months

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Babysitter ♡

warnings: none :)

genre: fluff

pairing: dad! eddie x fem! babysitter! reader

summary: You start babysitting for your coworker,Eddie, but will it turn into more?

a/n: This is my first fanfic I have ever written AND my first time writing in tumblr so bare with me please 😭😭 REQUESTS OPEN!!!🫶🫶🫶

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October 20, 1989

It all started with a text from your coworker, Eddie, asking if you could babysit his daughter. Of course you said yes, you didn’t have any plans for tonight. You got dressed in a sweater and jeans and headed out. Before stopping at Eddie’s you went to the grocery store for some snacks so you could be remembered as the “cool” babysitter and made a stop at Family Video to pick up the new movie The Little Mermaid.

When you got to Eddie’s trailer you noticed his van was already started so he probably was going to be leaving very soon. The door was already open so you just walked in.

“Eddie!” you called out. You admired all of the mugs on the walls and the living room that looked messy and cozy at the same time. You saw the little dining table for two in the corner and the small kitchenette, just down the hall you saw a bedroom covered in band posters and reeked of weed. Assuming the room was Eddie’s you walked in.

“Hey Eddie” you repeated now that you were in close quarters with him.

“Y/N HI! i’m so glad you made it on time.”

Eddie was dressed up in his normal attire except he was wearing a T-shirt that said Corroded Coffin on it with a black leather jacket on top. You’d be lying if you said Eddie didn’t look extremely good right now.

“Let me introduce you to Maggie”

Eddie led you down the hallway to a bedroom that was covered in princesses, unicorns, and all things girly. Maggie was sitting on the floor with her Barbies brushing their hair and dressing them up. Maggie was no doubt Eddie’s daughter they both sported long curly brown hair and big brown puppy eyes.

“Maggie, can you say hi to Y/N? She will be watching you tonight while Daddy is out.”

Maggie gave you a little wave and immediately curled into her fathers arms. Eddie was in complete awe and wrapped is arms around his daughter and gave her a tight hug. “How old are you, Maggie?” you asked softly. She held up three fingers with her hand, you couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“Daddy is leaving now, but Y/n is going to take really good care of you.”

“Yep, I brought snacks and a movie. Have you ever seen The Little Mermaid?” you questioned. Maggie shook her head and looked up at her Dad to respond for her.

“I’ve been meaning to take her to Family Movie to rent it, she’s been begging to see it since it came out”

Eddie and you walked out of Maggie’s room leaving her to play with her dolls until she was done. Eddie was fidgeting when he spoke up.

“I had her right out of high school and i’ve never left her with anyone alone other than my uncle, so i’m a little nervous.”

“You have no need to be nervous, I babysat since I was in middle school for pocket change and worked at a daycare for a little bit in high school. This is definitely not my first rodeo.” you reassured him. You saw the weight come off Eddie’s shoulders.

“Sorry for the late notice.”

You waved him off and called Maggie to the front door. Maggie walked in very timidly. You knew it was going to take a minute for her to warm up to you.

“bye-bye, Daddy”

Eddie waves goodbye to his daughter and you and heads to his van. Maggie looks at you then grabs your hand and leads you back into her bedroom.

“This is Chelsea, I’m going to play with her because i’m little. You can be barbie cause you’re pretty.”

You thank her for her kindness and play barbie’s with her for about and hour until you hear her stomach growl. “Are you hungry?”

“a little bit, but I want to keep playing”

“you should never ignore your body when it tells you you’re hungry. We can come back and play after we eat if you would like?” Maggie agrees with you and puts her toys back into the play box and makes her way to the kitchen. You look around the kitchen to see what you can make. Yep. There definitely is not a woman living in this house because all that is in here is milk, spaghettios, mac n cheese, and leftovers from Dennys.

You begin boiling water for Mac n cheese when you notice Maggie sitting on the couch watching a black screen. “Would you like me to put in a movie while dinner is cooking?” Maggie bounces up and down and nods her head. You smile at her innocence and turn on the TV. You put in The Little Mermaid and go back to the kitchen to finish dinner. You find a small pink bowl and spoon and hand Maggie her Mac n cheese.

“yummy”

You sit with Maggie when you realize she is starting to fall asleep. “let’s go get you ready for bed.” you tell her while picking her up and taking her to the bathroom. You brush and braid her hair, wash her face, brush her teeth, and get her changed into pajamas.

“I want to finish the movie.”

You carry her back into the living room and finish the movie. Before the movie was even done Maggie was knocked out, so you decided to clean up the house a little. You dusted the fans, wiped counters, cleaned dishes, folded laundry, cleaned Maggie’s room, and cleaned the bathroom. All of the cleaning wore you out so you went back into the living room and cuddled with Maggie and fell asleep to the sound of the rain outside.

The sound of Eddie’s van woke you up. You watch Eddie trying to be quiet thinking you are both asleep. You start to stand up to grab your things when Eddie stops you.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to leave?”

“You should just stay here for the night.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s twelve in the morning and it’s pouring outside”

You hesitated for a moment, you were not prepared for spending the night, so you don’t have any extra clothes, a toothbrush, and you have a very strict skincare regimen you cannot skip. Eddie noticed you’re hesitation.

“I would never force you to stay if you would rather go home, but can you at least stay here until the rain calms down”

You decided to stay because you were terrified of driving in the rain and if Eddie was okay with you staying for the night then might as well.

“okay, i’ll stay. Do you have any extra clothes I can borrow?”

Eddie heads to his room to get you an oversized T-shirt and some loose pajama pants and hands them to you.

“You can get changed for bed in the bathroom, I’m going to put Maggie in her room.”

You headed to the bathroom to change looking at yourself in the mirror and washing all of your makeup off. You headed out to the living room and notice Eddie making up the couch. “Thank you, but I could’ve done that” you tell him not wanting to be too much of a burden.

“Y/n you already cleaned up the whole house the least I could do was make my own bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Yeah, i’m going to sleep out here you can take my room.”

“I can’t do that, you’re already letting me stay, I can’t take your room too.”

“If my uncle ever found out I let a beautiful woman sleep on this old couch while I slept comfortably in my bed he would flip.”

You silently thanked Eddie for the change of clothes and for letting you stay in his room for the night. You walked into Eddie’s room and layer in his bed and admired all of the art on his walls his guitar he used to play in high school. You wondered if he still played, you quickly fell asleep in his soft and warm bed.

A boom of thunder rang through the trailer and you shot up in the bed startled. You were so terrified of the storm you could not bring yourself to go back to bed. You got out of bed and slowly walked trying not to make the floor creek. You finally made your way to the kitchen and read the clock on the wall 3:30am. You slowly opened the fridge and took out the milk and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and quietly poured the milk into the cup. Just as you were about to put the glass into the microwave you heard Eddie’s groggy voice.

“can’t sleep?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been up, don’t worry you didn’t wake me”

“so, you saw me creep into the kitchen?”

“yup.”

You began your walk of shame back into Eddie’s room when you heard him ask.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“sure”

“I don’t have many, but I have a couple I rented from Family Video and never returned.”

You chuckled at his statement and begin looking through his collection of VHS tapes. Most of the movies were Maggie’s and they’re were a couple of horror and slasher movies, but what caught your eye was a cute romcom you would’ve never imagined Eddie to have. “When Harry Met Sally?” you questioned as you held up the tape.

“Hey, it was on the new release shelf, i didn’t pick it on purpose!”

“yeah right”

“I SWEAR! i’ve never seen that movie before.”

“You sound mighty defensive right now, Edward” you say to him in a disbelieving tone as you slide the tape into the VCR. You went to press play when you notice the movie was already halfway through. You glanced at Eddie who looked defeated. “It’s okay to admit you like romcoms, Eddie. I still think you’re a hardcore badass.”

“You think i’m a hardcore badass?”

“of course I do”

You rewind and start the movie and sit down next to Eddie on the couch. If you were being honest this was the most comfortable you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Eddie wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his side. Your whole body stiffened at the sweet side of Eddie. Eddie must’ve noticed because he whispered in your ear.

“Calm down, Princess. I wont bite unless you ask me too.”

Your whole face was red and hot at this point. You and Eddie stayed like this until the end of the movie when Eddie said.

“Love like this doesn’t exist in real life.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, if it did I wouldn’t be 24 raising a 3 year old by myself.”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman yet.”

Eddie looked down into your eyes and said.

“Tell me, Princess. Have you met the right man yet.”

You shrugged. “I mean no one has ever showed me love like this.” you said as you pointed to the screen. The end credits finally rolled and Eddie looked at you and said.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah”

“You’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, since the day you walked into Tape World I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Edward Munson, you better not be playing with my emotions right now.”

“ I promise you y/n, I’ve never been more serious in my entire life. I want to get to know you on that deep ooey gooey personal level. I want to know all your strengths and weaknesses. I want to know what you’re favorite food, holiday, and movie is. I want to be the person you come to when nobody else can help. Y/n I want to be the right man for you.”

You could not believe what Eddie just said. You were out of words all you thought of was smashing your lips onto his, so that’s exactly what you did. You felt his plump lips connecting with yours in the perfect way. You cupped his face in your hands and felt the stubble that decorated his jaw. When you finally pulled away you said.

“ I want to be the right woman for you too, Eddie.”

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