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freshlyrage · 1 year ago

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Running Like Water

Chapter 8 Javi's Chapter

whats playing: Self Control by Frank Ocean

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 9.2k

Javier had picked up on a few habits. Nail biting came first when he loaded into his truck when he left in 1980. He tried to keep from looking at you after you stained his shirt a deeper shade of blue with your tears. Biting his nails for the first time, right hand, his left hand was patting down the mark on his shirt. Lorraine in the back talking off his head as Don Chucho drove. Chucho always knew, he knew, so he rested his right hand on Javi’s shoulder as he drove into and out of town. Javier's hands flex as he imagines your back under his palm.

And the apartment in Houston never felt like home. Not for a second. Immediately he felt like a lost little kid. He gave himself time to inch back tears alone in the bathroom as his estranged girlfriend frolicked around the home. Lorraine was thrilled, she had genuinely thought that her cheating was behind them. Javier never got over that, never got over his time being wasted and in turn allowing her to waste more of it.

He spent June and July finishing his GED, living off the temporary money his dad had given them. Lorraine was the same, living off her savings and money from her mom until she started school in August, and until he was of age to work at the precinct.

One week in, Javier found a new habit with tobacco wrapped in white. Heading to cop bars with his older colleagues who would sneak the eighteen year old in. Lorraine was stressed with school by week one and Javi took her study time to ring your house yet you were never the person to pick up. “Oh, no she's out right now.” Javier’s brow would crease, wanting to ask, with who? Where at? He would still tell Frankie to relay messages of hope everything is good although he had other words he wanted to say but that was for your ears only.

Climbing out the hole that is their room, Lorraine, “How is everyone?” Her eyes tired from stress. By mid september Javier had started to sleep in the bed with Lorraine. They had shown good face for their friends before they moved but the second they were confined to this space, all of their grievances were revealed. Just in the first week, you are a lousy boyfriend, you never tell me how you really feel, Javier would dig back but his weren't low, he would just repeat over and over that she should have some sort of decency to break up with him before she jumped onto someone else. Even in september he was angry but an argument ended in them fucking so thats when sleeping in the same bed made its debut. Very healthy.

“I only spoke to Frankie, he’s working. So is Genie, still cleaning up that office space.” He left you out because your name was brought up in those arguments with accusations of leading the poor girl on, Lorraine's words.

Lorraine liked you, a lot, but she was very weary of you. Maybe she didn't have the right since she had cheated on Javier, and truthfully you hadn't crossed any lines when they were together. You had just suffered in silence, if anyone was crossing lines it was Javi but even that… you wouldn't call crossing. The lines were blurring and he nearly tripped over. The line disappeared when she cheated and Javi moaned into your soft mouth.

Lorraine walks behind Javier as he smokes out the window, her hand skating his shoulder in a hold he didn't want. Not when he lit his cigarette to ease his worries of you.

Her cheek resting on your shoulder, “And Andrea?”

Stay cool, any incorrect phrasing and Javier was done for, back on the couch.

He flares his nostrils out of sight of his blonde girl, “Nothing new, just started school. She wasn't home.”

“And you asked for her?” Her voice was slightly unsettled and threatening. Javi sighs knowing where this was going, flicking his cigarette. Lorraine hated the habit, being in school for health care and all, also hated kissing him with the taste. As much as he wanted to be angry with how Lorraine had become with you after they had gone away he sort of understood her. Although he had the looming knowledge of Lorraine kissing someone else while they were deep in- he still had a grasp on what you must come across as. Less of how you came across, more-so how he responded to the call of your name.

Javier shakes his head before looking down out the window making sure the coast was clear before dropping the stick off the ledge. “No, Frankie just told me”. The conversation ended there and Javier served her dinner.

He would call once a week to your house and still you just never seemed to be home. He would get small snippets into your life that fall. He heard you cut your beautiful long hair off. Javier’s eyes wide at the thought of how the short hair would look on you, he knew you could pull any look off. He felt it might've been weird to ask for a picture from your brother but Javier got lucky when he received your school picture in the mail from his dad.

You are missed at home. Here is Andrea’s school picture her mom gave me, and a picture of me and Frankie at Genie’s salon

See you at thanksgiving.

Love,

Your dad

Javier traced a hand over the image of his father and best friend in front of the pink lit sign. His slow breathing at the sight of you for the first time in forever. Biting the inside of his lip when he sees your bright eyed smile and short hair. Fuck, he wishes he was home with you, with his dad and with everyone.

Javi tucked the image in his wallet and headed to work. He thought about you that whole day.

After two weeks of internal struggle and eye contact avoidance with his girlfriend Javier came to a silent conclusion. He was a selfish person, it wasn’t a trait from his father, probably from his mom who selfishly abandoned him at too ripe of an age. An age he denies he remembers but he knows it all.

He knew kissing you, taking you to his home, asking to make him stay, he knew all of it was selfish. His self control just wasn't there. Not when you trusted and adored him so much. He flicks his cigarette outside the precinct next to his favorite co worker, Thomas. Javier decided to call less and although it wasn't you on the end of the line he knew him reaching out so often would just continue to hurt you for his own selfish gain.

You deserved to have a normal high school life, boyfriends and friends, not tied to the phone calls and subliminal flirts hoping you know he still feels deeply for you. He was envious of your ability to be so absent. You must have been finally getting a taste of the simplicity of a life without him. The time just isn't right for the two of you.

Javier makes his last call in December.

That day in December Javier had been drinking, alone as Lorraine stayed out with her classmates. His beer on his right and ashtray on his left. He almost chuckles at how mortified you would be at this image. He looked at himself a few times in the mirror and could see that boyish look leaving him more and more everyday, and it wasn't just his new killer mustache and stress lines growing. It was the way he was carrying himself, eighteen and assumed to be pushing thirty. Just great. A grown little man.

Donny Hathaway playing through his record player, he just keeps aging himself.

He rings the house, sort of figuring it’ll be Melissa or Frankie telling him he just missed you. But it's your squeak that he hears for the first time in seven months, his blood running cold and his hand hurrying to put out his cigarette like you were really there to scold him for it. He decides against it, keeping it burning between his fingers.

“Andrea, haven't heard your voice in awhile.” He breathes out in a pathetic hurried way. His own cheeks burning in embarrassment. You hum over the phone at his words and Javi looks to his lap hiding a smile from no one but himself.

“I’ve been busy, keep missing your call. I don’t want to bother ringing your house either.” Javier laughs at the irony, just last year you had been passing his house to see if he was there and now it was him trying to get a glimpse of your life from miles away. He thinks of how nervous you used to be when he smiled, how you would run a hand through your hair, your hair.

“Busy doing what? I saw the picture your mom sent by the way-Hair looks nice, looks pretty on you” He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose, feeling like anything he says to you crosses a line he doesn't want to cross anymore. It will never be fair for you. Selfish .

There's a small silence before your angelic voice quips again, “Thanks Javier Peña. And busy with school-and you? How's everything?” His name, so smooth from your lips. How did he get this bad for you, how did this happen. Javier feels sick for a second, say it again. He thinks but logic precedes him, be normal. He draws his cigarette again, fearing you’d yell at him over the phone (although he would kind of like that) for picking up on such a habit. He hums remembering the times you would put him in his place, “Hmm.”

“Started officially working, all the other cops speak spanish which is nice. There’s a cop bar just a few blocks from my house, we hang there.”

“and your girl?”

Selfish, nosy, like him. If you were in his shoes, he’d ask the same question. Javier would want to know every detail of your relationship just so he could find something to be upset about.

Javier scans the room devoid of Lorraine, they weren't good. How could they be?

“Hm. We’re good, she’s staying with a friend tonight at her dorm. Just in very different places right now-she’s in that college mood and i’m just work and sleep. She gets real mad at me-“ Javi stops himself then sighs, a shaking breath escaping as he realizes he's crossing another line. “M’sorry, not supposed to talk to you about these things.”

You sigh and he can imagine the crease of concern between your brows, he’d pass a thumb over it and smooth it over if he could. Another thought that shocks him.

“It’s okay, you planning on coming home anytime soon?”

“Uh-not sure. Would love to come down for your birthday but this law and order shit is real rigorous, thinking i’ll just send you some birthday money over there”

A classic bratty scoff sears through the static, “Don’t do that.”

Javi rolls his eyes, missing you so bad. “Told you to take care of yourself before I left-are you, querid-” Javier fills himself up with unnecessary panic as he nearly calls you the name he reserved just for you, the name he called you before- “Um-aren’t you… taking care of yourself? Avoiding Daniel and whatnot.”

“I am. Funny how you left and suddenly I have no more boy troubles.”

Javier is breathless and reminded of your face. Not the smiling one he saw almost every day but the one blotchy with red marks of tears when he so selfishly asked you that question, how your chin quivered at him. The cigarette dying in his hand, vinyl record needing to be turned, “I’m sorry, i’ll keep apologizing-”

“Javier-”

“No, I'll keep apologizing until you believe it, I'm sorry for putting you in that position. It was unfair." Javier's eyes fall to his lap, feeling like it was you sitting across from him with that red and whining face he left you with.

But the door opens and reality sets, and he says his goodbyes to you abruptly.

Cutting off your small bye and he decides it isn't fair. He was done being selfish.

Train. It doesn't matter of his body fucking hurts, train he let everyone go for this, he pushes himself.

He sleeps four hours a night and works the rest of the day, meals meticulously planned to keep him in check. Turns down a beer, only one habit at a time, he’ll smoke in the bar instead.

He calls, only his father, twice a week. He stops asking for you-not because he means to but because worrying about you would kill the routine-it would kill the numbing cycle. He keeps a space in bed for Lorraine and maybe they would fuck if he found the energy. When she wakes for class he’s already gone, at his desk, wondering if this whole DEA shit is worth it-if it’s promised.

If Javier finds time, if his estranged partner finds the will, they will talk about breaking up. Both thinking its the best but Javier’s concern for her well-being-considering that he provides for her-ends up overruling. You're right, but once I get my residency then… well then we can figure it out.

Javier wonders when will they assign him, fuck he had turned 21 three years ago and from the research and tabling he’s done, they all knew that Escobar was reigning hell in Colombia. When Javier asks with a hand on his hip, his superior says they are still weighing the risks, “We send you out there and you get killed, fuck, 23 year old southern boy American boy killed by narcos, the optics of it all”

Javier bites back the urge to tell his gringo boss that the story would be flipped into a discussion of his citizenship before he hit American soil for burial. But he doesn't, he just nods and almost responds before the boss speaks again, “But, we are working on arrangements to send you out there… safely.”

Technically, Javier and Lorraine had been separated for 3 years by 1986. They lived together, and promised not to sleep with others since raw sex was all they enjoyed. Javier still provided, not because Lorraine couldn't but because at that point he was making too much money for his own good. He sent money back home monthly, fighting the urge to maybe send you something, that would be weird, he hadn't even heard your voice since you were sixteen.

Fuck, you were what? 21 turning 22?

Javier knew general things about your life the past few years. He knew your mom got engaged, Melissa head over heels for a white guy named James. Javier knew that Frankie and Genie were engaged as well, living on their own with two successful salons. He heard that you got a boyfriend, that was news for Javier. News from Lorraine this time, over take out on a rare night where Javier laughed in the presence of her. His chest caving in a jealous fit that he thought he had gotten rid of long ago, something in his chest chipping away. Right then he decided that he couldn't go back if it meant seeing you with someone else.

And imagine his surprise when Lorraine says the boy's name was Xavier. So he knew about you and Xavier. He also knew you attended UMiami, smart girl. Knew you were farther from him now, that comforted him a bit. Knowing that you did well for yourself, that you were experiencing something outside the torment that is being home.

He remembered you joking that your mother hadn't ever wanted a daughter, it stayed with Javi, every time he looked at you he thought of you feeling like you weren't a good enough daughter.

Javier knew that you probably hated him. You could ring her but she probably won't pick up. It was Genie who said that to Javi on Christmas over the phone. Javier had your new number the three years you attended school in Miami but was ultimately too distracted and scared to call you.

In January of 1986, a few days before your birthday, Lorraine was given a residency match at a children's hospital 30 minutes north of their apartment. I found an apartment, I was just wondering if you could be a reference.

And that's how they broke up. Not an arm flailing argument like they had twice a month, the relationship died with grace, Javier hadn't seen that coming. Javier told her he was proud and that he would always be around to help her. She was to move out by May.

In February Javier goes home.

Well, he drives home for a day, has dinner with his father and drives back in the morning without running into anyone from his past. Javier’s eyes burned for almost a second when his eyes fell on a picture of you in a cap and gown on the wall next to his own police academy picture from 1981. Your smile is bright like always, with a soft curve of your lips with your long hair tucked behind your ear.

Ears large, you hated your ears, Javier thought they were cute. Was that a nose ring? Melissa must have fainted at the sight. Javier packed and exited at 8 am to head back to Houston. Fuck all of that. The image burned in his head anyway and he shut his radio off when Juan Gabriel blared through the speakers. Fuck— that.

Javier returns home after his day trip to Lorraine half packing the heading out to her friends house. Javier returns to work, training, tiring, stretching, writing, printing and thanking god he doesn't go on patrol anymore. God he never felt like less of a hero when his first work assignment was watching his patrol partner asking homeless folk to move their tents. He thinks of that moment and thanks god he was working on detailing and research for the DEA instead.

In April Javier walks into his office with a loud yell and confetti in his face. He flinches then grins at all of his colleagues dressed in cowboy hats-mocking him as his nickname around the building was Vaquero , the big city Texans found Javier's tight pants and belt buckles amusing. Unsure of the occasion or if he was the right person for this party his deskmate Felipe shakes his shoulders, “You're going to Colombia.”

Javier scoffs in disbelief as he's surrounded by music and hugs and congratulations with a few “you’re making history fucker.” Youngest guy they're sending out to Medellín. Javier learns that day that it was his last week in Houston before he gets a six month break before he starts his first day the embassy in October.

Polaroid pictures and cheek kisses from the desk women who Javier had unintentionally flirted with throughout the years, Javier’s work finally paid off.

His boss, Townes, poured him a drink and handed him a pile of mail. Javier was bad at collecting from his mailbox. Townes laughs at Javier's shocked expression, it sure did pile on. The entire office was in fits of conversations and dances. Javier made note of how close his deskmate Felipe is to the front receptionist Gina. He fucking knew it, her face bright red when Felipe would walk in and place a light tap on her desk. Javier narrowed his eyes at him while he obviously bit back a smile when they walked to their own desks. Felipe had a hand flat on her back.

Townes cleared his throat. “Opened this thinking it was mine, you should really head to that man. Seems like you're missed in Laredo.” He grips Javier's leather shoulder. Javier frowns and stares at the ripped envelope before digging his own fingers to fish out the card. Javier’s eyes bounced between letters, as they circled in his head quickly and with panic. He felt his superior smile from behind him, probably proud with his mini retirement suggestion. Javi traced his finger at the bump out lettering.

You are invited to Genie and Frankie’s Wedding 6-20-1986

Javier gave a thinned lipped smile to his boss, it was time for Javier to come home, he knew it for a while, but he was sure of it now.

Javier dusted his desk off with a shaky finger, his father at the doorway watching his every move. Rubbing his fingers together and flicking the collection away. The slightest frown on his lips, regret piling in his throat. He hadn’t gone home in so long. He could feel his fathers eyes burn on him as he watched the room he grew up in turn into a place of visitation, vacation, no longer his home.

His bed made, the childlike posters staring back at him and the teddy bear Lorraine had given him on valentine's day during their first year. Javier walks over to pick it up and inspect the thing. Feeling it’s fluffiness being a bit matted with age. Javier then looks at the picture of him and Lorraine on his night stand. Seeing his old smile and lighter brown hair. What an idiot he had been to shave his mustache that was itching to come in back then.

He knew he had changed a lot. Taller, slimmer, more lines when he smiled, hair curling at his neck and a mustache that wasn’t needed to prove he was a man but a thick one nonetheless-made him look unrecognizable.

His bear still in hand he hears his dad step slightly closer, “She’ll come around papa.” Javier’s eyes drop at the sentiment. Javier hadn’t really specified why they broke up-Javier never really told Chucho anything about Lorraine unless it was positive. He didn’t want to complain about her, he promised himself he wouldn’t be that sort of boyfriend or ex. Chucho had only ever been with Javier's mother but he respected her enough to relay that piece of advice to never speak down on your partner, even if they were an ex. You dated them for a reason, those reasons don't disappear when you split .

He hums an agreement although he knew there was no coming around, they had been over since 1981.

The dust can be seen in the sunlight from his window. Circling and never falling. He had been home just for one day 4 months prior, and he hadn’t stepped into his room. He hadn’t even left his childhood home, he just stayed in the living room with his dad, silently watching tv as if this was normal, him being around, like that was normal. As if his dad didn’t have to face sending his only child away to a new dangerous career venture. Javier also knew you weren’t home then, not like he’d dare to stop and say hello after writing you off for so many years. His stomach flips at the thought of seeing you now.

The heavy hurt he just knew he instilled in you, would you slap him when you run into each other? No, not Andrea. You would never put your hands on him. Would you be so surprised to see him that you’d forget his absence? Would you smile out of instinct or frown in realization?

He hadn’t seen a picture of you since you were a senior in high school, it’s been three years since then. Did you have an apartment in Florida or do you still dorm-would you even have to stay all summer or could you just stop by your brothers wedding and settle back into your home so far away. You had mirrored him but decided to make it a competition. Your thousand miles and his three hundred.

Somehow he was able to tuck away the thought of you, for those first two years in Houston the thought of you not being okay consumed him. Lorraine had come home with takeout laughing about some chisme she heard from her friend in Laredo about you getting caught piss drunk on top of some guy in a bathroom. That led to an argument, Javier asking Lorraine to quit gossiping, which then developed into a screaming match about you and Javier’s obsession. Javier just asked her to table any conversation involving you, that he rather not know. So he pushed the thought of you and everything that came with the wallet image he tossed away with a heavy heart.

Pinching the bridge of his nose when he would receive unsolicited updates about your life from your brother or Chucho. This would be far easier if people didn't adore you the way they did.

He remembers when Chucho called him that July after helping you pack up your room. If he had stayed, god he couldn’t bear it be you leaving. That was the first time he was glad he had left first. “Javi.” Chuchos voice brought him back to earth, back to Laredo.

Eyebrows shooting up Javier turns to face his dad, “Yeah?”

A look of sympathy crosses over the wrinkles on his face, “Today is Tito’s 13th birthday.” His dad frowns, knowing what he was about to ask. Javier was stuck for a bit, confused at the sudden statement. Then more floored by his little cousin turning 13 when he was only 7 the last time he had been home. “Everyone is expecting you.”

Javier feels a bubble growing in his chest at the thought of curious eyes and awkward hugs. “Who is everyone?” A hand falls to his hip, he knows. Everyone is everyone, there’s no damn party in this town without at least a hundred people walking out drunk regardless of the age of the birthday boy.

Chucho chuckles and tips his hat at him before leaving Javier in his old room.

Despite Javier’s protests and complaints of being tired he’s dressed in a flannel and patting his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. Rehearsing in his head how to answer stupid and overbearing questions. Closing his eyes at the thought of getting a lot of Lorraine heavy questions. Thank god for the cigarettes in his pocket.

Javi was a passenger for the first time in a long time as his father drove them down to the venue and it’s like the second coming of Jesus when a 23 year old Javier walks through the doors.

Chatters in Spanish about how he’s grown, cheek pinches, kisses a bit too close to his mouth from girls from school that he doesn’t remember. Alejandra, according to her, Javier’s first girlfriend. “Tengo que decirle a la gente que mi primer novio fue un agente de la DEA.” She grins and kisses his cheek again, Javier’s nose scrunching.

After the small encounter Javier he sees the same little face on an elongated body. Little Tito, tall giving a sheepish teenage hug as another girl his age hangs behind him. Javier has a knowing smile remembering having a girl - friend at 13. “You’ve gotten so tall, who’s this?” Javier tuts his chin at the young girl whose face lights up in a blush, her eyes shifting everywhere but on Javier. Tito laughs in the only way a crushing pre-teen could.

A brace-face smile, “Oh, my friend Adriana.” The girl smiles at the introduction, hands behind her back shyly. Javier raises his brows at his little cousin, and gives an approving frown. Familiar name. A mirror of his own childhood with you. Javier leans down to whisper in the birthday boy's ear.

“Be nice to her, keep up the Peña reputation.” He advises, a firm squeeze on his bony shoulder before waving the two of them away to go back with the kids of their age. Standing straight Javier rubs his jaw and straightens up his going out top. Scanning the room for his dad who had parted the second he was swarmed. The same local mariachi band performing at the blue and red themed birthday party.

Instead his eyes fall on a woman with blonde hair tied in a neat bun, thick brown brows and an aging smile that shrinks at the sight of him. Mrs. Smithfield in all her southern-belle glory staring at Javier with conviction. Javier blinks a few times before attempting to wave before she turns her back to him and walking away. A nervous shaking breath is exhaled from Javier’s lips, he regrets coming home.

In the midst of Javier’s growing panic a slender hand grabs his shoulder and his knees weaken before he turns at the possibility of it being you. Instead, it’s your mother, your face on hers with more age and a stoic smile-you must’ve gotten your gleam from your father-he’d never know. Javier’s heart races at the sight, just your mom, after years. A few wrinkles included but still beautiful-still graceful and articulate. Hair moussed in curly scrunches, the smell filling the entire space, a long floral dress and a rosary flat against her chest. She grabs at Javier’s face and he looks away in embarrassment. “Javi! My goodness, didn’t know you could grow facial hair.” Her hand cupping his chin and manhandling his face like he was still fourteen. Her thumb brushing on the outer corners of his mustache. Javier chuckles and just allows her to examine him-“was so worried the academy would turn you useless and old, not even being a cop could break those Peña genes. Que chulo.” She jokes before slapping his shoulder, she loved thy neighbor, you know, unless they were cops. Javier nods a yeah, yeah.

His chest rising and falling as the possibility of you being here increases by a million. His eyes dart around the woman in front of him but fall back on Mrs.Diaz just as quick. “How's everything?”

“Oh please, Javier, how are you? The DEA? That I could at least respect you know, is the salary good-it better-sending you to a war zone, I pray for you papa.” She looks over his shoulder for a second, then tightens her grip on his bicep. “My god-Frankie is going to freak out when he realizes you're stronger than him, he’s here!” Javier lets out a chuckle fueled by nerves at the thought of seeing your brother. Your mom had a new glow, one quite foreign to Javier. He remembers Melissa as just a nice lady, nothing more, nothing this enthusiastic.

“Well, he’ll be even more angry when he sees that my mustache is better than his Ms. Diaz.” Javier jokes with a light squeeze to her arm. Her brows furrow and then settle in realization.

“Mrs.Warden now Peña” She corrects. Javier is struck with even more confusion, forgetting she was engaged. “I married Mr. Warden, you know the middle school teacher?” She gleams as Javier’s face spreads in a smile, ah, right, Ms. Diaz got laid. Javier hugs his best friend's mom while uttering congrats and prying information out of her to take some of the heat off of him. She quips, smiling with every detail before waving him off to the table where he spots a grown man who is apparently Frankie.

Frankie unknowingly dug into his food while Javier stalked the table to wrap his arm around his best friends neck. Frankies arms flail to grip Javier’s hold as Genie squeaks at the sight of Javi. “What the fuck-” Frankie groans through coughs as he slaps Javier’s hold. Javier loosens and kisses the cheek of Frankie who is still disoriented as his Fiancee giggles at his side. “Didn’t tell me your mom was taken, I was finally going to make my move.”

Frankies eyes finally widen and he turns to fully see Javier’s face before letting out a little girl shriek before wrapping his arms around him, a hold Javier didn't know he missed this much. “You sick fuck, what the fuck?” Frankie laughs, gripping the shoulders of Javi to examine all the changes that six years create before giving a disapproving frown. Javier’s eyes almost look shut as the wide grin on his face ceases to shrink, “Your mustache isn't as good as mine though.” He comments, Javier’s smile dropping jokingly before pulling him in again.

Genie sneaks in and Javier lifts her with his hold, kisses littering her cheek, he didn't expect himself to feel this affectionate but here he was. God, they were getting married. 8 years together, Javier wanted to ask how? How do you make that work, how did they do it so effortlessly. Maybe he should have asked for more advice, they had been doing something right, maybe Lorraine wouldn't be away although maybe the advice would lead him to stay with her.

By the grace of god, Genie and Frankie seemed to be too distracted by Javier’s new career venture to even utter her name. They knew, Javier also knew that they knew. He wouldn't come home for vacation without her you know unless… unless they were split up. Like always, Genie didn't hold back on the pig jokes. Discovering Frankie proposed on the beach when they went to Puerto Rico last May and how it's going to be a large backyard wedding-completely planned by Melissa and You. Javier couldn't help but let his brows shoot at the mention of your name, your name uttered out loud and not through static on a phone. Genie knowingly bites back a smile at his obvious attempt to micro manage his facial expressions as Frankie goes into detail about your skills in flower arrangements. How you cussed so loud when a rose thorn dug in your finger that your mama let the kitchen to hit you with a pillow as you dramatically cried at the cut, she just always been a crybaby, Frankie shook his head.

Javier wondered if your thumb felt better.

With Genie observing Javi she answers the question that has made its course around his head since they arrived, “Andrea is somewhere around her, surprised you didn't bump into her already. She’s hard to miss.” She chuckles before peering around the table to spot her. Javier holds himself together at the news. You were in this room, he knew he’d see you here so why was it that he feel the tension between his shoulder blades burn hot and glowy. Micro manage. Javier just nods. In his most lax way he asks what she meant by hard to miss.

Frankie chuckles loudly at the thought of you scurrying around the party. You really had developed that maternal look as you followed the small steps of the new walker, trying to figure out how a one year old could be so fast, your hands out as you chased the stinker. “She’s got the baby with her.”

And to hell with micro-managing because Javier gives himself the sickest case of whiplash at the statement.

No way. Dad would have told him. This is some sick prank.

Javier's eyes snap to the stroller next to the empty seat just left of Genie and Javier feels his entire soul sink. No. “What, what do you mean?” Javier leans into the table, already visibly stressed at the thought, his mounted arm moving to stroke the hair below his nose. Frankie and Genie both glanced at each other and then back at Javier before bursting in fits of laughter. Javier blinked quickly, his leather clad shoulders dropping with air filling his lungs. Those fuckers. Genie found it hilarious, her head falling back holding her stomach and heaving while Frankies laugh deepened at the sight of his fiancee in a fit of laughs. How cute was the sight, Javier was sick. Javier kept his unamused trained eye on the couple as heels approached the table.

“Marisol fell asleep, could you watch her?”

Your voice burns in Javier's brain and he lifts his bowed head up at your approaching body, and your eyes widen in sync with his. He stares up at you as you crowd the table in a white turtleneck and long skirt as a baby girl has her face smushed in silent snores against your chest, you hair brown but honeyed. The maternal sight makes Javier dizzy. His chest falls for a moment, and you don't smile at him, you're just as shocked. Frankie chuckles and removes the chubby baby from you. You looked like you but far more grown, filling out your shirt, your eyebrows thinner and your hair in that layered look you used to have to make you look older. A proper beautiful woman, Javier wants to jump to his feet and hug you like he did your brother but his mouth is dry as is yours. “Javier, Hi.” You whisper while making Javier's chest ache at your softness, your voice and the fact that you hadn't used his nickname. You sit, patting your black skirt down as you give confused looks to your brother and in law, why didn't you warn me face. Javier licks his lips and stupidly all he can think to do is hold out his hand for you to grab and shake.

Your lips quirk at the gesture and you touch him anyway, your hand dwarfed by his. Get it together Javier. “Hi Andrea, your brother was just trying to kill me, saying that baby was yours almost-”

“She is mine.” You stare at him blankly and Javier’s eyes grow in size, and his cheeks heating before a real smile grazes your face. Javier feels privileged to see you smile again, smile at him, to see how despite having a wide smile, your lips never fade when you gleam. A nose stud. “Mi hermanita.” You confirm, trying to keep your own cool. You could feel Javier's body heat, the smell of him, his knee so close to your own.

You wanted to push him, kiss him, hug him, cry and tell him how much you missed him or tell him what you’ve been through. But all you could do is offer him small talk while he stares at you with his puppy dog eyes wondering where’d all the time go?

You're given a minute to breathe as Frankie pulls Javier's stare away from you as he explains the timeline of your mother meeting James, getting eloped and having a baby. Javier is shaking his head in shock the entire time, you watch the back of his head. His hair long again, folding at the neck with sideburns chopped and perfect. And a mustache, you didn't expect that. You didn't expect… well… you were immediately smitten with what he had grown to look like. So manly and broad, and hairy and large. You almost forgot how deeply hurt you were by him. Not one call. Looking down at your white top as a small stain from the drool of your baby sister's mouth darkened. Wiping your hand across your breast.

Javier’s eyes snap discreetly at your breasts and its movement when you wipe.

Get it together Javier.

You didn't notice but ultimately gave up on the damn thing just to find Javier staring at you as Genie and Frankie crowd the stroller watching the infant stir in her sleep. You raise and eyebrow at the boy you still want, “What?” You narrow your eyes at him, and his lips stutter into a warm frown half hidden by the hair. You wanted to grab his face, feel his skin on your palm and hold.

“I feel like I deserve to be slapped by you.” He states plainly.

Your face is stone cold, as you contemplate the offer but despite all the animosity you felt, you'd never put your hands on him, only if he asked and allowed you to kiss it better. You shake your head, Javier is really here. Your eyes leave his and scan the busy party. Seeing your mom serve a young child food. Eyes falling back to Frankie and Genie giggling off about something, not paying any mind to Javier’s burning gaze. “I feel like we should go talk outside” you spit, still being able to hold out any self control as he nods.

Shoulder to shoulder with Javier again in the middle of a rare may breeze, looking up at the rare clear sky, it rained all week. Suddenly sunny and silent. The whole party stared at the two of you as you walked out of the building. Your mother nodding to you, James giggling to himself like the hard-ass he is. Feeling his shoulders rise and fall as you stood in silence.

"I'm sorry-"

“Shut up Javi, please.” Your hand comes up to your hair, running it through. Side by side you can't see his face but you do feel his body sink for a moment. It was the please that did it for him, he knew you, even after all these years. He knew a please out of you, a plea to him wasn't in your ranks. Javier did shut up though he wanted to hold your face and say i’m sorry, I’m sorry, so sorry. But you can't have any of that, you have control this time. You have control of your circumstances and you could push him, you could tell him he was a heartbreak you've been incapable of recovering from and you sure as hell could tell him that you hate him. You could also kiss him and leave him confused and aching to touch you and then you could leave. Go back to Miami, cut contact and live a life privately. Make him feel how you felt, how you’ve felt for six fucking years.

No.

You look to him and his eyes are peeled to the lot of cars in front of you, he feels you stare, burn, you burn him with the gaze. You thin your lips and hug your arms under your breasts, hugging your body. “ When do you leave?” You state more than ask.

His lips part and his head turns to you, looking into your eyes. That, he loved that. He loved how dark your eyes were, so dark that any light in your way makes them doe and animated, he hated to notice, but he fucking aches over the way your brows fold and bend with a line of stress when you look to him. “November.” He answered you, his eyes flitting to your lips, Javier couldn't help it, he found you so sexy back then when you forced answers out of him. God forbid you do it now, after so many years, after you've grown into that. Full, womanly, softer, prettier and meaner. Well, he had no right to assume you had gotten meaner but sixteen year old Andrea would have jumped into Javier's lap even if he had left you in that way. You had grown, meaner, if it was true he’d want it all. You quirk an approving frown before peeling away. Look back at me.

“Do you really want to leave this time, and don’t bullshit me I don’t deserve any of that.”

Tan Brava.

Javier smiles to himself but bites it away feeling that if you had caught him you’d click away in those little heels. He circles the question in his head and shrugs, “It’s work and the pay is handsome, close to a hundred.” He doesn't know why he admits that so quickly to you but you gasp, clutching at your stomach and you laugh. He needs a cig. The mere sight of you smiling so close to him is sending him over the edge.

“Jesus fucking-sorry, just my starting salary is a fraction I-just shocked I’m sorry.” You exhale and Javier cant take it he’s patting at his pocket to fish out his killing carton. Your eyes watching his deft hands, veiny, you trap that image in that corner of your sick head. The stick falling between his large hands and up to his lips, your eyes follow it all. Your nose scrunching in disgust when he flattens his lips and covers his light. He side-eyes you in confusion.

“What?” He mutters, stunted by the cigarette at the corner of his mouth. Your face continues to twist in disgust.

Shaking your head and crossing your arms, “You’re nasty Javier.” Continuing to shake your head as the sweet teen boy you had in your head dies when you watch the grown man in front of you, do something so adult , feed into an addiction. How cliche.

He laughs, “Never seen someone smoke a cigarette before?”

You deadpan as you fight the urge to reach to pull the stick from his lips and stomp it. “Put it out.”

“Why?”

You narrow your eyes, “Put. It. Out.”

Smoke leaves the corner of his mouth, “Why, tell me.”

“You should be taking care of yourself, it's bad for you.”

You admit a bit too much and he's grinning like a fool and removing the cigarette from his upturned lips. He flicks the bud onto the floor and stomps it. Now it's you biting a smile at him listening to your request. You whisper, “Thank you.”

That has Javier looking at you with a dimple deep eyes shut grin, “Anything, Andrea, for you.” He mocks and you narrow your eyes. You want to pounce him in every sense of the word. You want to get on him and yell at him for making this so hard, you want to grab the back of his stupid head lick into his mouth until he’s begging you to give him anything, you knew he’d beg you. You also wanted to li ke actually pounce him , with the intention to wound. But the second form spoke the loudest when he licks his lips at your annoyance.

“Light another.”

“What?”

“Light another so I can use you as an ashtray.”

You're joking but Javier feels his pants tighten at your demand, for a moment he was willing to let you burn him, he’d been a dick and deserved it. With his hands at his side as he looks at you he thinks about how easy it would be to just kiss you. With a sly scoff and a head shake Javier plays it off, “Jesus, you seem stressed, would you like one?” He edges, reaching for his pockets and you swat him on his arm. You had to hold out.

“Oh, so you smoke because you're stressed?”

“Yes.”

“About what?” The air shifts with your light hearted question, you hear the music from inside change to something loud and eclectic, you could hear people scurrying to dance. You usually would wish you were inside but now you were extremely interested in what your ex-best friend is so stressed about that he decides to fill his pores with the smell of smoke. He quirks a brow at you, like you just asked if birds fly, checking if you were serious about the question before whisper a fuck it.

“Well, first of all, I haven't seen anyone in years and when I showed up in here they were treating me like a fucking Kennedy, asking me all these overwhelming questions about Escobar. I haven't even been to Colombia yet-then…” He looks down to the pavement and you begin to feel like shit for even asking, the way he takes a moment to breath worries you and your body twitches to hold him but decides against it. He breaths. “I see Lorraine's mom and I’m sure you know-just never worked, Houston made it worse. Whatever, her mom looks at me and turns her back, then your mom.” He laughs, still looking away. Your brows tense as you watch him in a state you've never really seen, so much insecurity and shame. Houston wasn't going to be good for him, I knew it wasn't. It circled your head for years but for selfish reasons, he won't be good because I wont be good without him, but instead he just didn't do good for himself. Your hand grazes his wrist for a moment and he doesn't move from your caress but it's fleeting so he continues with a frown and no eye contact.

“When I saw you with the baby I nearly had a heart attack by the way, and then I felt guilty because you surely could have had a kid and I just would have never known, that's been killing me. Then you pull me out here, and I get deja vu, remember the last time we were at a parking lot?” He looks up to you with a stupid smirk and your mouth drops, just when I was feeling bad for him.

You lean your body weight into him and push as he laughs and fuck it, you're smiling too, ear to ear and it feels like 1980. Your heart is pounding against your rib cage at his statement before the kiss comment, he leans back into you. Have a kid, thats funny to you. “What makes you think-jesus.” You giggle and Javi is at ease again.

“Fucked if I know- last I heard you were in a committed relationship so fuck me for thinking that maybe you had a baby.” You cringe, you knew Xavier was more than likely coming to this function, you saw his sister earlier, what a beautiful disaster it would be to have Javi and Xavi in the same room again, god forbid Javier finds out the things he would say to you. Your ex would be gone by tomorrow.

“Mmm, past tense yeah. You're not the only one who gets to make bad relationship decisions Agente.” His eyes snap to yours again at your nickname and his lips quirk to a frown after taking in your bad relationship comment. It was easier said but he wished that for you, a good relationship, it would hurt less to come home and see you happy. But you being available is making it all unbearable and the two of you have only been with each other for fifteen minutes.

You watch Javier's expression soften, how he got prettier is beyond you. His smell had changed, still sweet yet earthy, with a hint of smoke-you would never admit to him that you liked the smell. Not after you threatened him for smoking. Your eyes flick away from him as you watch the car that had just pulled up go into park with a familiar back facing you. Right in Javier's blind spot, Jesus christ. “So what I’m gathering is that you aren’t in a relationship,-”

You interrupt him with a full arm squeeze as the leather crunches under your clawed hands. His temple creasing with his confused look he gives your pleading face. Why did this always happen, horrible timing with you two. Xavier’s walk is dominating as he quickens to approach the two of you, still nothing compared to Javier-he noticed too. God, you want to kill yourself thinking about the amount of times he didn't make you come…and he was a prick and you stayed, for so long.

Javier’s nostrils flare at the realization, remembering that you ended up choosing fucking Xavier, the loser who attempted to slut shame you the first time you all met. Well, Javier left you when you had shit taste but he held hope out for you, hoped that you’d realize how good you were. Xavier is in front of the two of you with a smile and in his camo military get up. “Long time no see Javier.” He holds out his hand for Javi to shake but Javier stares at it for a few seconds. Never liked him.

He shakes it anyway and Xavier exhales with a laugh. Dork. He then looks at you with a smile, his eyes scanning over your body.

You feel your breath die in your throat at the thought of how he spoke of your body just two years ago. You gained weight in high school, god forbid . It was around thirty pounds and it hadn't bothered you, you were still healthy-you body just had began turning more womanly. Throughout the entire relationship he found some way to slyly imply that your natural body was one to be ashamed of. And you lost the weight when you split up, not purposefully but because the dining hall food was putrid. So the gaze of your ex makes your stomach flip and Javier notices your change in body language. He crosses his arms and puffs his chest slightly but he doesn't need to; he already towers Xavier, “Yeah man, what is it that you do now?” he asks tauntingly.

Xavier smiles and points to his military cap, “I’m back on base in Cali in a few months…” His green eyes move to your rigid stance with a small smile that makes Javier’s blood boil. “Guess you've always liked men in uniform DeeDee,” While he gives you whiplash with the horrendous nickname he gave you back in the day, he wags his finger between you and Javier.

Javier’s eyes narrow at the boy and shakes his head, asshole , he mutters and Xavier doesn't catch on as his perverted eyes drag down your frame again, “I’ve got to get inside but I saw you leaving the gym where 7-11 used to be, you look great now, see you inside.” He grips your shoulder and is entering the party before Javier could react with attempting to get at him but he was gone.Your heart is full in worst ways, so full of disdain and hatred, feeling like an insecure seventeen year old again with his cunning ways to be an asshole towards you. Your hands fly to your face to pinch the bridge of your nose, too much all at once .

Javier’s hand is on the curve of your back in a familiar comforting hold, too much. Your eyes sting but they are shut, not today. “God, I fucking hate him so much-sorry” Javier feels your anxiety and anger burn off your skin and it makes him crazy. Just in the small interaction Javier understands what you meant about bad decisions . Javier had learned a lot in training about self control, he learned how to regulate his emotions well. It worked so well with Lorraine, the arguments stopped being explosive. But to hell with training, he didn't care the scandal it would ignite if the man of the night ran into the kids party and beat the military man bloody.

You look down at your own body and step away from Javier's hold, “um… please just tell my family I went home early.” Pull away, distance, more unsaid things, you had more to say you just cant do it not after seeing Xavier. You’d be sick by the time you get home.

Javier’s heart leaped at your distance and lack of eye contact. What happened to his smiling girl, querida. Feeling like a teen who had just been pushed away by a pretty girl, Javi stutters, “Yeah-I-I’ll tell them, just how do I”

You grip your purse and smile fakely, you’ll make sure to cry about him later. “I’ll call you tonight.” The wind pulls up and shifts your long skirt as you give Javier Peña a thin lipped smile. Javier tried not to break out in a face of relief, instead he nods you off and he watches until you safely get in your car and pull out of the lot.

Jesus christ you could drive now.

He felt like such an asshole.

#javier peña #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #ao3 #fanfic #javier peña narcos #javier pena x reader

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lost-girl-2021 · 2 years ago

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Days Into Decades

I was unexpectedly busy today, so here's the first scene of Chapter fourteen for Days Into Decades, I'll try to post the whole chapter on Ao3 tomorrow!

Spider usually slept in late on the weekends, when he could. He’d never been a morning person, typically half-asleep until his second or third class of the day. His first night in Quaritch’s apartment, he’d spent nearly an hour tossing and turning in bed before finally falling asleep. He was surprised that he didn’t wake up throughout the night like he usually did when particularly anxious. It was a small mercy, considering how late he’d fallen asleep and the loud knocking at his door before the clock even hit double digits.

His father apparently woke up with the sun and called nine in the morning sleeping in. Spider was half-tempted to ignore him, but the bedroom door only had one of those dumb push-button locks that could be undone with a quarter or particularly long fingernail. Reluctantly, he changed into a pair of dark jeans and a fresh t-shirt (that may or may not have belonged to Lo’ak), slipping on his sneakers without bothering to tie the laces. He half-heartedly brushed he teeth, pulling his hair back into a barely-contained bun to deal with later. He wasn’t planning on leaving the apartment until Sunday, so effort didn’t seem necessary.

By the time he slid into the kitchen chair across from Quaritch, he was ready to go back to bed, slumping on the table. The man set a plate of food in front of him, better than anything Spider would’ve been able to cook himself. The eggs weren’t burnt or accidentally scrambled like Spider’s usually ended up, and the toast didn’t have any scorch marks. He still loaded it with pepper before stuffing his face wordlessly.

“Hungry?” He asked sarcastically as Spider started on his second egg. The boy glanced up, shrugged, and took another bite.

He noticed that across the table, Quaritch only had a cup of coffee. It was weird— why make food when he wasn’t even hungry? Spider was too tired to overthink it, chugging down the glass of water in front of him.

“Can I have coffee?” He asked, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

Quaritch tossed a napkin his way, shaking his head. “Ask me again in two years.”

“I’ve had it before.”

Mr. Sully let Neteyam have a cup on the way to school most mornings and Spider was allowed to sip at the admittedly gross drink. If his friend (who everyone seemed to forget was younger than Spider) was allowed to drink it, than so could he.

“It’ll stunt your growth.”

Spider hadn’t known that. He sighed, taking another sip of water. “Fine.”

“Do you own any pants without holes in them?” He asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow. The right knee of Spider’s pants was torn open in a crooked gash, revealing his bandaged leg underneath. The left side had a smaller tear, sure to grow the next time he washed the pants.

“It’s called style.” And the result of a lot of skateboarding accidents.

Quaritch rolled his eyes. “You look like a hipster. All you need is a man-bun— oh, wait.”

“Ha-ha. At least I look cool.”

“Puh-lease. I invented cool, son.” He gestured towards his tank top and cargo pants. “The only reason you’re so cool is because you got it from Paz and me.”

Paz. His heart skipped a beat, but he tried to play it cool. “Mom I believe, but you? You wouldn’t know something good if it hit you in the face.”

He half-expected the man to reach across the table and slap him from the insult. Instead, he just snorted, taking another bite of food.

“Yeah, sure, tiger. Let’s see how cool you are the next time you scrape your knee.”

Spider flushed, sinking in his seat. “What-ever. I don’t need all that antiseptic stuff. I’ve probably got, like, immunity to everything by now from eating dirt as a kid.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“You sound like Neteyam.” He grumbled. “Yeast isn’t just dead bugs, Spider. You can’t eat flowers when you’re hungry. Like, geez, how was I supposed to know that? If Kiri says I can eat a sunflower, I’m gonna eat a sunflower.”

Quaritch looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “You can eat sunflower seeds, from the gas station. But, you shouldn’t just go around eating stuff. You’ll get pesticide poisoning that way.”

Spider was too tired for a lecture. “Why’d you wake me up so early? The sun’s barely up.”

“It’s almost ten already. And we’ve got a busy day.” His father grinned. “I think it’s time you meet your uncle.”

#atwow #days into decades #atwow fanfiction #spider avatar #avatar #miles spider socorro #avatar fanfiction

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bawdabaw · 1 year ago

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Snippet of writing to show my skillz. This is from the story @thatsmyfetish and I are writing, Of Suds and Fine Suit Coats about Unseelie mobsters. I'm drawing it to turn it into an online comic.

Holmgren is the leader, a rogue prince of the Dark Court and he owns a restaurant called the Babadock in the city of Vestal, New York. It was recently hit for robbery by some vampires and this scene is him dealing with the problem. Cade, Pastel, and Devon are Unseelie on the crew. Simon Morgan is the new kid, a human and sidhe-seer, and he's Fetty's character.

Reblog, like, comment, or message me or @thatsmyfetish ! Anons accepted. Just enjoy!

It'd been a long night. First, huntin' the basterds down, then questioning and punishing them. After all, it was extremely unlikely that a plan to hit the Babadock would have gone underway without a whisper filtering through the Otherworld channels. And Holmgren had bargains with those he expected to keep him abreast of any such hints and gossip.

His suspicion that his own men had been bought off had proven correct. Two sidhe sat tied in chairs, wings broken, faces and bodies a mess of bloody cuts, burns, and shadow bites. Both dead, heads lolling on their necks, loose and lifeless, merely sitting up straight because of the structure of the chairs they were strapped to.

A third sidhe, a pixie, sat still alive, trembling in his restraints, sobbing bloody and pleading for forgiveness. His wings were broken and he was bruised heavily from the beating he'd taken. "It were oh-oh-only three days, m'lord," the pixie whimpered sadly. "I needed the money and it was only supposed to be a burglary.... I figured, it were you...what could they possibly do? Nobody can hurt the Dark Bargainer... They'd get caught and killed and no one would be the wiser. I'd have the money and nothin' bad would happen..."

Striding up to him, in a button up shirt, collar undone and sleeves rolled up, Holmgren smoked placidly, looking down at the pitiful, fearful creature with dispassion and apathy. "Ye thought wrong, Galen. After all, our bargain wasn't a choose and tell type of arrangement. Ye owed me all yer secrets, all yer knowledge. Every murmuring ye had on the street was supposed to be mine. And ye broke it."

Smoke in a slender snake curled up from his spiced cig as he reached down to touch the brand of 3 bats marking Galen's chest, laying exposed by his torn open shirt. "I release ye from my debt...and my protection. We are nothing to each other now."

A kick in the balls to the pixie who's face crumpled and he wept in humiliation and sorry, knowing he'd failed. After all, Holmgren could have taken retribution through the mark if he wanted. The contract obeyed his will and the boundaries he had set. The fact that he removed it meant Galen wasn't even worthy of paying the price the normal way. Letting go of the pixie, Holmgren looked over his head to the fiery standing behind him and merely nodded. Then he stepped back and turned away as Cade reached forward to grasp the pixie on the side of the neck and a burst of hot light and flames came from where his skin touched the little Unseelie. The pixie screamed as he was burned, finally going quiet and slumping when he was dead, the side of his neck and shoulder just a mass of smoking, melted flesh, bits of it charred in the shape of Cade's long fingered hand.

Finishing his cigarette, Holmgren started to put on his suit jacket again. "Don't call the cleaners fer this. If their contacts among the blood suckers learn they were tortured and killed for information, it might show our hand too early. And everyone knows I use the brownies. Best to keep the cleanup as tight as we can."

"Aye," Pastel said, with only the barest sigh. It was gonna be a night of hard work but he was here for it. "I'll make sure they'll never be found."

"Take Morgan with ye."

"The new kid? ...Devon can dig holes faster."

"I don't care about speed. I want him involved. See how he does with handling the dead," Holmgren said, drawing one last time on his cig before flicking it away.

Cade grinned, "Ye think he'll get sick? Get a bit shy?"

Holmgren shrugged, smirking as well. "He might. It'd be a simple test of his resolve for this kind of business. Also, I want ye to get a read on him, pix. Ask him questions, get him to loosen a bit, see who he is underneath, yeah?"

Pastel nodded, itching the back of his head. "Soft interrogation. The kind where he doesn't even realize. I gotcha. Anything I'm looking for?"

"Just anything off or that doesn't sit right," Holmgren said with another shrug. "Report everything to me, afterwards."

Agreeing to that, the pix was left to deal with the bodies but his first order of business was to text the human.

*Yo Morgan! I need your help with work tonight! Dress in street clothes. I'm pickign you up in half hour!*

When Pastel showed up to Simon's place, he pulled up in a thick, black SUV, his high riding baby with the roomy back. Pastel wore an olive green bomber jacket, jeans, blue and yellow shirt, with a newsboy cap on his head. Not the most disguising of gear but enough to make him not stand out. Despite the nice ride, candy wrappers littered the front of the vehicle and Pastel was eating dark chocolate caramel pieces(basically sticky caramel squares with silky chocolate creme inside) from the console between seats. Behind him and behind the last bench seat in the back, the bodies of the three fae laid piled together, laying on plastic sheets. On the backseat were several large kettlebell weights with folded up lengths of rope ready for use. Two for each body.

#tw violence #tw torture #unseelie #bawda writes #suds and suits #Pastel #Holmgren #Cade #pixie #fiery #original writing #original fiction #here you go spider bren #hope you like!

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islucyferal · 1 year ago

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My sisters insist that I am not feral. That I was always domesticated, if not always trained.

“You were a demon child, but that’s just how kids are sometimes.” They roll their eyes and move on from the topic, but I cannot shake the feeling.

I watch videos, of people feeding strays. Dogs, and their trust in gentle people who swath them in blankets and take them to the vet. The shaken, confused look on the face of domesticated snakes and rabbits whose owners had overestimated the work and underestimated the effect of “releasing them back to their natural habitat”. It’s the cats that I am drawn to.

Cats are independent creatures, I think that’s why people assume they’ll be alright on their own. And sometimes they are, there’s a part of cats that never forget the hunt. That adapt too easily to being feral. That’s why you have to find kittens when they’re young, so it doesn’t stick and they can be accustomed to humans.

I see a lot of videos of flea baths in bathroom sinks, the kitten is pretty much dunked in water up to their head and they’re almost never happy about it. I think of the years, yes years, and dozens of methods it took to get rid of lice on a squirming child’s head and run my fingers along my scalp out of habit. I remember waking up once to my grandmother cutting my hair on the porch and bolting to the other end of the lawn as I watch someone snip a particularly bad mat out of fur.

Someone points out the nooks and crannies, odds and ends that their feral colony likes to sleep in. A mother hiding her kittens below a deck, a pair that shelter in an old shed, the tom that’s taken over an old lawn chair. I’m reminded of my family’s reprimands and frantic cries after once again sleeping somewhere I shouldn’t- a boat, a cupboard, just underneath a pillow when I was particularly small.

My hissing and growling was met with weird looks rather than the patience of the “owners” of colonies. My silent footsteps and staring eyes were much less endearing than a feline’s. My scratching and biting was (rightly, admittedly) met with anger instead of a “We’ll try again later”.

I think of nights spent wide awake, waiting for the first rays of dawn so I can sneak outside again and sit in the trees. Of afternoons spent hiding in a cluttered room with a blanket blocking any sun from peeking through the window. Of days playing pretend, alone in a yard full of scraps, wondering when I’d have one of those friendships you see on TV where the kids hang out after school and don’t dig in the mud while they chew holes in their shirts.

I believe that I am simply feral, because that is all that makes sense. Feral like the strays that aren’t used to companionship, who observe these aliens from a distance and wonder how they make domestication look easy. What secret they know that helps them hide their fangs and claws. I must believe I am feral, because if my sisters are right and that’s just how kids are sometimes, then I don’t know what else I am.

A feral cat can warm up to humans sometimes. They’ll get used to a routine, they’ll come inside, they’ll seek affection. Just as part of them remembers the hunt, another part remembers the hearth. They’ll never be fully domestic again, though. They simply didn’t get the chance to be, they didn’t have the time to be properly socialized and learn the ins and outs of domesticity.

There’s part of me that wonders if I could be considered feral as a child. There’s part of me that wonders, as I crawl on the roof of the garage to watch the stars, if I can be considered domesticated.

#poetry #writing #vent #kinda #feral #adhd #neurodivergent

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joe-mazzello-archive · 2 years ago

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baby we're a dying breed - part two

eddie munson x fem!reader (no y/n)

w/c: 17.9k (i'm sorry)

warnings: slow burn, s4 spoilers, canon divergent, reader has fear of being in/on water, references to alcohol and drugs, violence/gore/blood, supernatural elements (it's stranger things, y'all), smut (p in v)

a/n: here we are! part two of this monster of a fic. i have about six bonus scenes planned if y'all are interested (including some from eddie's pov). i aged ten years with all of the plot holes i had to fix so the duffers will be receiving a bill from me. i did also use a time jump, but some of the bonus scenes will fill in the gaps. hope you enjoy!

It’s eerily quiet.

The commotion from the shoreline has died down and the water around the boat has gone still. It’s just you, laying down, floating alone in silence, trying not to have a complete meltdown.

He left you. He left you behind. In the middle of the fucking lake.

You cannot fathom why.

He must have known you wouldn’t jump in after him. Maybe he assumed he would help save Steve and then just…swim back up? You cannot for the life of you understand what his game plan was.

And either Eddie and the other teens were killed by whatever dragged Steve into the depths of the lake or they all drowned…or they all went through the gate.

You have to believe it’s the third option. You don’t know what you’ll do if it’s not.

You’re also assuming the kids left on the shore were found by the cops. Meaning that even if you manage to steel yourself and make it back to shore, every single person who could have any idea of what to do next is unavailable.

Why did Eddie have to dive into the fucking water?

You then remember some of what the others told you about the Upside Down. It’s full of creatures and vines that all share a hive mind. And those idiots are in there with no weapons and no protection. And considering Steve’s shirt, socks, and shoes are strewn randomly throughout the boat, he’s strolling around the Upside Down barefoot and shirtless.

You don’t want to even imagine what they’re experiencing down there. You just want Eddie – all of them – to be back. And safe. That’s all you’ve wanted since this whole thing started.

You don’t know what to do.

But you do know you need to get back to shore.

So you take a deep breath, and you sit up.

It’s your worst nightmare. The boat rocks with your movement and your stomach churns unpleasantly. The shoreline seems like it’s miles away and you swear the night has gotten darker somehow. You try to focus on your breathing in hopes of calming your pounding heart, and you reach for one of the abandoned oars. As your fingers wrap around the old wood, you close your eyes and try to think of something to distract yourself. A happy thought - just to center your mind while you make your journey back to land.

Your mom comes to mind at first. You think about the time you got home from school to find her excitedly waving an envelope in the air – it turned out to be your acceptance letter for school. She had wrapped you in a tight hug and took you out to dinner that night.

Then you think of your friends, the people you spent your years of high school with. You think about the band dinners at Benny’s, the sleepovers at Carolyn’s house, the nights you would sneak out to smoke in the forest.

And then you think of Eddie. The way his eyes light up every time he gets a rise out of you. His toothy grin when you bite back at him. His eyes when he told you that he’d be there for you in a heartbeat.

You focus on the memory as you open your eyes and hesitantly plunge the oar into the water. With a weak push, you manage to move the boat a little bit, the shakiness only slightly terrifying. You take another breath before bringing the oar up and forward, your second stroke a little more powerful than the first. Then you do it again. And again. And before you know it, you’re steadily moving towards the shore.

When the boat hits the edge of the forest, you practically launch yourself from the vessel, and you don’t even mind that you land smack on your back.

You made it.

The ground feels amazing under you, and you begin to laugh in relief. You let your eyes fall closed and you just lie there, basking in the accomplishment of actually making it back to shore.

“Steve? Nancy? Anyone copy?”

Dustin’s voice is muffled by your bag as it crackles through the walkie talkie. Your eyes snap open at the sound and you jump to your feet, reaching for where your purse still sits in the boat.

“Hey, it’s me,” you say into the receiver, almost breathless from how fast you got up.

Dustin sighs your name, clearly relieved to hear your voice.

“Where are you guys? We’ve been collared by the law.”

“Yeah, I saw,” you reply. You hesitate for a moment before continuing. “Um…I’m still at the lake, I just got back to shore.”

“Where’s everyone else?”

“I think they…I think they went through the gate.”

Dustin doesn’t respond at first. For a moment, you’re unsure if he even heard you.

“They what?!”

“Yeah, I think –”

“No I heard you, I just can’t believe they would be stupid enough to go through Watergate without a plan or any weapons –”

“To be fair, I don’t think Steve had a choice in the matter –”

“Shit, I’ve got to go –”

“Wait, Dustin, what should I do? Dustin?”

You get nothing but silence.

With a sigh, you drop the radio back into your bag. With no plan and no experienced teenagers to guide you, your only option is to try and get back home. So you take another deep breath, adjust the strap of your bag, and begin another hike through the woods.

As you walk, you can’t help but let your mind wander to Eddie. You’re so unbelievably upset with him for leaving you in the boat. Despite your intense fear of the water that he was well aware of. Despite everything the two of you went through the past few days. Despite the fact that you practically begged him not to leave you. He still jumped in. You just cannot understand it. If you do somehow reunite with him…you’re not sure what you’re gonna do…but slapping him isn’t completely off of the table.

But at the same time, you’re so worried about him. The idea of him being trapped in another realm with monsters and mind-controlling demons with nothing but his wit doesn’t sit well with you. You’re angry with him, yes – but fuck, you’re so scared for him. Part of you suspects that if you do see him again, you’ll be so relieved that he’s okay that you’ll forget you’re mad at him.

It feels like you’ve been walking for hours by the time you reach a main road, but luckily you’re not far from your house. Your plan is to head home, shower and change – you’re on day four of the same clothes for fuck’s sake – and wait for some sort of instructions from Dustin. He must be figuring out a plan. At least you hope so.

You know it’s crazy, but part of you wishes you could find a way into the Upside Down yourself, at least to be reunited with Eddie and the others. You don’t think you’d be very good at fighting monsters, but at least you wouldn’t be alone.

And then it hits you.

The gate opened where Patrick was killed. Which means there must be a gate where Chrissy was killed.

You immediately spin on your heels and start to head to Eddie’s trailer.

You begin to pick up the pace, your new plan giving you a renewed sense of energy and purpose. You don’t have any idea what you’re going to do when you get there. And hell, maybe the theory isn’t correct and the gate at Lover’s Lake was a fluke. But you have to try.

Because he said it himself – Eddie would do it for you in a heartbeat.

You’re almost in a full run by the time you turn down the street right before the trailer park. All of a sudden you hear shouting, and after a moment you realize it’s your name being called. You peek over your shoulder to see four silhouettes on bikes heading straight for you. With a squint, you quickly discover it’s Dustin, Max, the other boy from earlier who’s name you didn’t catch, and another younger girl whom you’ve never met.

The quartet pulls up next to you and Dustin signals you to jump on the back of his bike.

“Why is it that every time you show up you have a new random child with you?” you ask Dustin as you plant your feet on the back axle of the bike and grab his shoulders.

“We were gonna call you as soon as we got to the trailer,” he explains, ignoring your comment. “I take it you figured out there would be a gate there.”

“Yeah,” you confirm as the teen kicks off the ground and begins to ride again. “I had no plan for what I was actually going to do when I got there.”

“Luckily, we have a plan,” he replies, his tone smug. “We were able to make contact with the others through Nancy's sister's LiteBrite.”

You blink twice.

“You know what, I’m not even going to ask for an explanation.”

You feel the breeze of the evening across your face as you cruise down the street, your legs grateful for the break after running and walking for miles. The trailer park comes into view, and your stomach flutters - you haven’t been to Eddie’s trailer in years, not since high school when you bought from him. Something about returning after all this time makes you nervous – especially after everything you’ve been through the past few days. And of course…the fact that someone was murdered there a few days ago.

Dustin slows to a stop in front of the familiar trailer, and you hop off the bike. The other kids all drop their bikes and begin to make their way up the steps and through the surprisingly unlocked front door. You hesitate for a moment, all of your conflicting emotions swimming around in your head. But you eventually take a deep breath before entering the trailer yourself.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the ceiling, where a large crack glows red, and weird, black vines grow from its center. It almost looks alive in the way it thrums and moves. It’s not a clean hole - there appears to be a layer of film across it, like it’s never been used – which you suspect is the case.

You’re not sure what you expected these gates to look like, but you can’t say you expected them to look like this.

The five of you stare up at it for a few moments before Dustin finally moves. He grabs a broom that’s propped by the front door and centers the handle right against the glowing crack.

“Well, here goes nothing,” he says before he begins to push the handle through the gate. The film holds at first, looking almost spongy in the way the handle pushes it inward. Dustin pulls the broom down for a moment before he violently slams the handle through the film, tearing it. The gate squelches as he thrusts the long handle through the hole, clearing the rest of the film and gunk in the way.

The five of you all walk closer, congregating directly under the gate, and at first you’re not sure what you’re looking at. But you soon realize you’re looking at an upside down version of the very trailer you’re standing in now…maybe that’s where they got the name from.

You’re about to ask what the next step of the plan is when suddenly a familiar face appears. Steve slowly walks into view, also upside down. He’s followed by Nancy, then Robin, and then finally Eddie. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when you finally see his face.

Dustin lets out a laugh as he waves at the quartet above you, and you can’t help but smile yourself. The teens wave back as they stare in awe at the open gate. You’re mesmerized by the sight too – if you had any doubts about all of this Upside Down shit, they’re certainly gone now.

Your eyes lock on Eddie and you find him staring back at you. His face is unreadable once again, and you hope yours is too – you want to keep up the facade of being mad at him no matter how much you can feel it slipping.

“Alright, let’s get them out of there,” Dustin announces, breaking everyone’s trance. “I have a plan but we’re gonna need something long for them to climb and something soft for them to land on.”

Without another word, Max and the other two kids immediately start roaming around the trailer and you feel like you missed further instruction – the way these kids can silently communicate with each other and just know exactly what to do will never not astound you.

You’re just kind of awkwardly standing there, not sure what to do when Max taps you on the arm.

“Come help me with this,” she requests, and you simply follow, grateful for more specific instructions. You trail her down the hall and through a door, but you immediately freeze in your tracks as you realize where you are.

You’re in Eddie’s bedroom.

You scan the messy room, eyes drinking in as much as you can. You know it’s wrong to snoop like this, but you feel like you stepped into Eddie’s brain. The walls are littered with posters, and every surface is cluttered with random objects from beer cans and cassette tapes to magazines and items of clothing.

“Hey! I said help me!” Max snaps, grabbing your attention. She’s on Eddie’s bed, pulling at his sheets and you scramble to assist her, trying to ignore the fluttering in your stomach as you grab the sheets off of the bed.

“Bring these to Dustin, I’ll try to find more,” she explains, pushing all of the fabric into your hands. “And then come back and help me move this mattress.” You follow her orders without hesitation, spinning on your heels and heading back to the living room. Eddie’s familiar scent wafts off of the sheets and fills your nose as you walk, and that fluttering never stops. You practically throw the sheets at Dustin before quickly heading back to the bedroom, worried that you’ll get distracted by the sight of Eddie in the ceiling again.

So much for being angry at him.

You grab one side of the mattress as Max grabs the other, and you try not to linger on the sight of a few stains on the surface. The two of you manage to manhandle the mattress through the door and down the hallway before plopping it right below the gate’s opening. Dustin and the other two kids have already managed to get the sheets tied into a rope, and you simply watch as he tosses the fabric upward, through the ceiling.

And it stays there.

These kids are way smarter than you.

You all take turns pulling on the suspended material, and you’re amazed to find it holding strong. The teens above you do the same, and they all exchange looks before Robin decides to really test it out. You watch as she climbs towards you, fighting to reach the opening, before she flips upside down and drops at your feet, the mattress breaking her fall.

“Holy shit,” she says as she sits up. “That was fun.” Dustin pulls her to her feet and your eyes shoot up to see who’s next.

Eddie grabs the rope and starts to climb, shaking his head to clear the hair from his face. His tongue pokes out between his lips in concentration as he pulls himself towards the opening. He finally clears the divide and he flips too, landing on his back on the mattress with a bounce.

“That was fucking trippy,” he says as he sits up. You hold a hand out for him and he grabs it, allowing you to pull him to his feet.

You’re suddenly very close to him.

For a moment you’re pressed chest to chest, his brown-eyed stare piercing. You know your own eyes are wide, your head swirling with a thousand feelings. You’re upset with him but you’re glad he’s okay but you want to hit him but you want to wrap your arms around him but he’s way too close but he’s not close enough –

“Listen, about the boat –”

You don’t let him finish, your hand striking him across the cheek with a loud crack.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, immediately covering his cheek with his hand. “Okay yeah, yeah, I probably deserved that.”

But before he can get too far you wrap your arms around him, your head coming to rest on his chest. You know he wasn’t expecting this either, but after a second his arms come around you, and he squeezes, holding you tightly against him. The thrumming of his heart under your head is comforting. He’s here, he’s okay. You’re both okay.

“Nancy? Nancy!” Steve’s panicked voice sounds above you. Your focus shoots up to the hole in the ceiling, where Steve is shaking Nancy by the shoulders, but her eyes are rolled back into her head.

“Shit! He’s got Nancy!” Dustin practically shouts. “We need to find her some music, now!”

Your eyes meet Eddie’s once again.

“Fuck, I have a ton of tapes in my room,” he announces, and all of you scramble back down the hallway. Once you’re through the door your eyes find a stack of tapes on Eddie’s dresser and you immediately start combing through them. They’re all bands you don’t recognize – each name sounds more violent than the last. You glance around to find the others not finding any success either.

“Steve says you need to hurry!” the young girl shouts from the hallway.

“Yeah no shit!” Dustin growls back, frantically digging through Eddie’s desk.

“We’re trying,” Max argues. “I can’t find anything.”

“Seriously, what is all this shit?” Robin counters.

“Well what are we even looking for?” Eddie asks angrily, clearly offended by Robin’s comment.

“Madonna? Blondie? Bowie? Beatles? Music, we need music!”

“THIS IS MUSIC!”

“HEY!” you shout, as loud as you can, drawing the group’s attention. Eddie’s eyes widen, obviously not used to hearing you at that decibel. “Getting at each other’s throats is not going to help Nancy. Just shut up and look for something she might know!”

It does the trick, the group resorting back to silently searching through tapes, the only sounds in the room being the clacking of plastic against plastic.

Only a few seconds pass before the young girl comes running back down the hallway.

“She’s back! She’s awake!”

You all pile back out into the living room as a visibly shaking Nancy sits up from the mattress on the floor, a haunted look on her face. Robin and Dustin fly to her side immediately, helping her up and over to a chair. Steve finally flips through the opening and lands on the mattress, and just like that, your group is finally entirely reunited.

Steve immediately moves to kneel in front of Nancy, his hand rubbing small circles on her knee. Her stare is empty, and you watch as she wipes at her face. You feel a hand come to rest on your shoulder before giving it a small squeeze, and you don’t have to look to know it’s Eddie.

The room is tense, the events of the past few hours weighing heavily on everyone. You have no idea what Eddie and the others experienced in the Upside Down but by the level of grime the group is covered in and the injuries that Steve is sporting, you know it couldn’t have been a walk in the park. And then to almost lose Nancy to Vecna…this shit is getting real.

This is so much bigger than protecting Eddie from the cops or the basketball team. This is life or death. For all of you.

Max is the first to break the silence.

“We should probably relocate to my trailer,” she announces. “We can get some food and some rest while we figure out our next move.” She’s met with silent nods from everyone, the group beginning to meander towards the front door of the trailer.

Eddie squeezes your shoulder once more before letting you go and taking a step forward. You quickly grab him by the wrist and pull him back.

“Uh uh,” you say. “You are going to grab a change of clothes first. You reek, Munson.”

That trademark Eddie grin that you’ve grown attached to returns.

“Always full of good ideas, Major.”

He disappears into his room, quickly returning with a pile of clothes in his hand. You immediately realize it’s another pair of black jeans and a Hellfire Club shirt.

“What, is that your uniform or something?” you comment, crossing your arms.

“I have a signature look,” he defends as he passes you, and you roll your eyes before trailing behind him.

–

You and the rest of the group manage to sneak over to Max’s trailer without anyone noticing. Dustin and Lucas – who’s name you finally know – raid her fridge to find food for everyone, while Max attempts to grab as many blankets and pillows as she can for folks to use.

You try to head for the shower, but your plans are foiled when you find that no water comes out of the showerhead or the sink. Max’s cheeks turn red as you reveal your discovery, and she mutters an apology, explaining her mom is likely behind on the rent payment. She digs through the bathroom cabinet and produces a package of hand wipes. You smile and give her a soft thanks. She disappears down the hall and you take the opportunity to run a wipe over your hands and face.

Your stomach growls, so you opt to wander into the kitchen where Lucas and Erica have teamed up to make everyone PB&Js. You grab two off of the pile, throw them on a plate, and head back to the living room, where you find a freshly changed Eddie emerging from the bathroom. You cock your head and signal him to follow you, and you take a seat on the couch. He plops down next to you and goes to reach for a sandwich and you grab his wrist.

“You’re not about to eat food with your hands covered in Upside Down filth,” you scold, pulling another hand wipe from the package. You begin to clean his hand, starting with his palm.

As you center your focus on wiping away the grime from his skin, you can feel his stare. He’s watching you, and you’re afraid to look back up at him, knowing his eyes will just turn you into jelly. You gently clean around his rings, trying not to think about how the cool metal feels against your own skin. You eventually finish and grab his other hand, and you ignore that the intense fluttering in your stomach has returned. You’re so close to him, his body heat radiating and warming your own body pleasantly.

You’re aware of the strange intimacy of the situation and it’s your own fault – you could have just tossed him the package of wipes and told him to clean himself up. But no, you chose to pull his hands into your lap and take care of it yourself.

You also realize that he hasn’t said a word this entire time. No snappy comeback to your quip about Upside Down grime. No witty remark about you being his mom or anything like that.

You finish his other hand and it’s then you decide to finally look up at him. He’s looking at you with so much warmth, and a soft smile forms on his face.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says before giving your knee a squeeze. You offer a small smile in return before reaching for a sandwich and sitting back against the couch. He mirrors you, and the two of you silently enjoy your meal together.

The others are scattered throughout the living room and kitchen, all either having a sandwich or setting up a spot to settle in for the rest of the evening. You notice Max standing at the phone hung on the wall, attempting to call someone, but not receiving an answer. She then looks to Steve before shaking her head, and he nods.

Eddie finishes his sandwich before you, practically inhaling it, and gets to his feet. You immediately miss his body heat, but you try to stamp down your disappointment and finish eating so you can get a little bit of sleep.

You’re finishing the last bite of your sandwich when you notice why Eddie got up – you watch as he lays out some blankets along the floor in a spot that no one had claimed yet. He then grabs two pillows and lays them side by side before stretching out on one of the blankets and laying his head on a pillow. His eyes meet yours and he vaguely motions to the spot next to him.

You bite your lip to hide the smile that threatens to take over – him making a spot for you next to him is such a sweet gesture. It reminds you of your first night in the boathouse – which feels like a lifetime ago – when he created you a bed out of life vests.

After returning the dirty plate to the kitchen and stopping to check on Nancy, you finally venture over to the spot next to Eddie. You settle down and he turns to face you.

“You okay?” he asks and you almost scoff at the question. The guy who’s been on the run for days and just returned from an alternate dimension where he was in constant danger is asking you if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say, your voice small. “Are you okay?”

He smiles and you swear your heart skips a beat.

“Yeah, right now I’m okay,” he replies.

You smile in response, and after a few moments he speaks up again.

“My face kind of hurts though,” he quips, and you let out a snicker.

“You said it yourself, you deserved it,” you counter and he chuckles.

“Get some sleep, Major.”

“You too, Munson.”

Your eyes flutter closed, and you’re out like a light.

–

When you come to, you immediately clock a warmth across your middle and against your back. The feeling is pleasant – you feel safe, warm, protected, happy. It almost feels like you’re in a dream, but it also feels so real.

When you finally open your eyes, you’re suddenly reminded of the reality of your situation. You’re still sprawled across the floor of Max’s trailer, you’re still in your clothes from days ago, and there’s still an evil demon trying to kill everyone in Hawkins.

And then you notice the reason you’re so warm.

Eddie’s arm is thrown across your torso, and his body is pressed against your back. You can feel his steady breathing against your spine.

As uncomfortable as you are on the floor, you find yourself not wanting to move. Feeling Eddie against you comforts you and settles your nerves. And you want him to get as much sleep as he possibly can. So you decide to let your eyes fall closed once again.

You’re not sure how long you’re out before you’re awoken by several soft pats on your shoulder.

“Time to get up,” Eddie says and you let out a groan. You manage to sit up, your aching muscles practically screaming at you. Fuck, you’re so over this whole not-sleeping-in-a-bed thing.

The trailer is tense – everyone is still shaken up from the past few days. But Nancy seems the most haunted. Given how she’s still seated in the same spot as last night, you’re pretty sure she didn’t get any sleep.

But it seems like she’s ready to talk about it.

You and the rest of the group all settle around the living room, you and Eddie squeezing onto the couch next to Erica. You all listen intently as she recounts her encounter with Vecna. She explains who he is – how he’s Victor Creel’s son and how he was behind the original murders. How he was the first experiment that eventually led to Eleven, the super powered girl they told you about before. How she was the one who banished him to the Upside Down and how he’s behind everything that has happened in the past three years.

Then she explains how he showed her things that haven't happened yet. She describes terrifying visions of Hawkins succumbing to the Upside Down – an army of creatures destroying everything and attacking everyone. Her entire body shakes as she describes seeing the bodies of her family members.

As she speaks, Eddie’s leg bounces where it sits next to yours. You can tell he’s anxious. You calmly place a hand on his knee to get him to stop. The movements cease, and you’re about to move your hand when he places his own hand on top of yours, interlacing your fingers. You spare a glance his way and find him already looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face. You give your joined hands a squeeze, and he responds with a small smile.

Nancy is describing her vision of four gates spreading throughout Hawkins when Max speaks up.

“Four chimes,” she says, shaking her head in disbelief. “Vecna’s clock always chimes exactly four times. He’s been telling us his plan all along.”

“Four kills,” Lucas speaks up. “Four gates. End of the world.”

“If that’s true, he’s only one kill away,” Dustin adds.

You feel Eddie tense, and you watch as he runs his free hand over his face. You cover your joined hands with your free hand, running your thumb across his skin to try and soothe him.

Steve instructs Max to try and call more of their friends, and you start to feel your own stress rising. The plot twist of Vecna being someone who was once just a boy living in Hawkins shakes you to your core. How many other super powered beings are just wandering around this town?

Max is unsuccessful once again, and then Nancy drops a bomb on you all.

“We need to go back there. Back to the Upside Down.”

“No, no way, nope!” Eddie argues and you can’t help but agree. Nancy and Steve begin to argue, with Robin, Dustin, and Lucas eventually joining in. They reason that while Vecna is completing his kills, his physical body is vulnerable. Dustin argues that if the group goes in, distracts the army of bats, and attacks Vecna in his lair, they can kill him. Max volunteers to be bait, knowing that Vecna already has a target on her back.

The others all exchange looks, doing that silent communication thing they always do.

“I guess we have a plan,” Steve concedes and the others nod in agreement.

You turn to Eddie.

“Are you sure about this?”

“No,” he admits, his tone pretty defeated. “But I think we have to.”

You let out a sigh, and you nod in understanding, before giving his hand one more squeeze and letting it go.

“Anyone have any ideas on how we can get weapons?” Robin asks. Eddie perks up.

“I might have an idea,” he announces as he gets to his feet. “Red, you guys got a phone book?”

Max fishes a phone book out from a cabinet and hands it to Eddie, who skims through it before plopping it down on the dining table. Everyone gathers around him.

“Here, The War Zone,” he explains as he points to one of the ads on the page featuring a Rambo-esque man sporting a gun in front of an American flag. “I’ve been there once, it’s got everything you need for…uh…well, killing things, basically. It’s just far enough outside of Hawkins. We just need to steer clear of main roads to avoid cops or…angry basketball players.”

“How are we even going to get there?” Dustin points out. “It’ll take all day to bike there and back, and we don’t have that kind of time.”

“Who said anything about riding bikes?” Eddie counters, and you can practically hear the gears in his head turning as he comes up with a plan.

“What, do you have some secret car we don’t know about?” Steve asks incredulously.

“It’s not exactly a car,” he reveals. “But it will do. Anyone up for some grand theft auto?”

Everyone grabs their stuff, and trails behind Eddie, now sporting his bandana tied around the bottom of his face to hide his identity – as if his outfit wouldn’t be a dead giveaway to bystanders. He leads all of you across the way to an RV, the owners of which happen to be sitting right outside. You sneak around the back of it, and you watch as Eddie slides open a window and climbs inside. You all follow suit, taking turns pulling yourselves and each other through the small opening. Eddie heads to the front of the vehicle with his bag of tools, and you and Steve follow him. Eddie yanks out some wires from under the dashboard and begins snipping away.

“Where did you learn to do this?” Steve asks the question you’re wondering yourself. Eddie lets out a soft huff.

“While other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or catch a ball, mine was teaching me how to hot-wire,” Eddie explains. He shoots you a quick glance over his shoulder before going back to the task at hand. “Still like me even though I’m living up to my criminal genes, Major?” You let out a chuckle.

“Munson, I’ve bought illegal substances from you many times,” you argue, a smirk on your face. “I think we’re well past the issue of you being a criminal.”

You watch Eddie work, mesmerized by the way his hands grab at the wires. You hadn’t realized how…nice…his hands are until last night.

You’re interrupted from your thoughts by Robin appearing next to you.

“Eddie, I’m not sure I love the idea of you driving,” she comments.

“She’s right,” you confirm. “Someone might see you.”

“Oh definitely, I’m just starting her up,” he explains. “Harrington’s got this, right, hot stuff?”

Before Steve can respond, Eddie rubs two wires together, and suddenly the engine jolts to life. You hear a muffled “what the hell” from outside and you pat Steve’s shoulder a few times.

“Go, go, go!”

You, Eddie, and Robin clear out of Steve’s way, all looking for something to hold on to.

“Drive, Steve, Drive!” Dustin shouts from the back of the RV, and Steve slams on the gas. The vehicle jerks forward and you lose your balance, immediately careening forward. A hand grabs you by the waist and pulls you back, and you find yourself chest to chest with Eddie, once again.

“I got ya,” he says with a smirk, and you give him an awkward smile before shifting to grab onto a handle by his head, putting a little bit of space between you. But Eddie’s grip on your hip stays firm.

The RV shakes and bounces as Steve drives through the trailer park. He swerves and turns sharply as he weaves through the trailers, and you’re grateful Eddie’s still holding on to you. Finally you hit a main road, and the shaking settles down enough for you to be able to take a seat.

Eddie slides in next to you, while Dustin and Robin settle across from you. Lucas and Erica linger nearby while you notice Max retreat to the back of the RV. Nancy takes the seat up front next to Steve.

“So I’m thinking we’ll need three groups,” Dustin begins. He seems to be the one who’s always the brains behind everything. “One group with Max in the Creel house. The other two groups head back through the gate. One distracts the bat army, and one takes out Vecna.” He states it matter-of-factly, as if it’s as simple as that.

Lucas shakes his head and crosses his arms before relocating to the back of the bus, sitting down next to Max.

“I take it he’s still not on board with using Max as bait,” Robin points out.

“It’s her choice,” Dustin points out. “Besides, I think him and Erica should go with her. They can signal to the group on the other side when Max is under Vecna’s spell and that it’s safe to attack.”

You all nod in agreement, and you can’t help but be impressed at the kid’s planning skills. These people weren’t lying when they said they had experience with this stuff.

“I’m down for heading to Vecna’s lair,” Robin announces. “And I know Steve and Nancy will want to take down that son of a bitch.”

“I guess that means me, Munson, and Dustin will be on bat duty,” you confirm, after doing the process of elimination in your head. You’re not sure how you feel about going into the Upside Down, considering it sounds like you’re the only one in the group who’s never been before. But after everything these people have been through to protect Eddie…to protect each other…to protect Hawkins? You’ll help out any way you can.

“I think Henderson and I can handle the distraction,” Eddie chimes in. “You should probably go with the Sinclairs.”

You turn to face him, eyes narrowed. Of course he’s gonna argue with you.

“Seriously? Ditching me here while you go to the Upside Down to try and be the hero, again?” you ask him incredulously, and you notice both Dustin’s and Robin’s jaws drop a little at your outburst.

“I just don’t want you to have to go there if you don’t have to!” Eddie says defensively, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“Well, I do have to,” you counter. “Because honestly, Munson, I don’t trust you not to do something stupid when you get there.”

The briefest flash of a smirk appears on Eddie’s face, and you immediately know you’ve already won. If you’ve learned anything from the past few days, it’s that Eddie gets a kick out of you bossing him around.

“So I’m going with you and Dustin, end of story,” you finish, crossing your arms. That trademark Eddie grin slowly takes shape and he lets out a huff.

“So bossy,” Eddie comments, his tone playful.

“Okaaaaay,” Dustin says after a few moments. “Now that that’s settled, how are we gonna distract the bats?”

For the first time, Dustin doesn’t have an immediate idea. You ponder his question – and then it occurs to you.

“Wait, we just have to get their attention, right?” you ask, receiving a confirming nod from the group. “So we just need to make a lot of noise?”

“Yeah, basically,” Dustin agrees. You turn to Eddie, and he cocks an eyebrow, clearly wondering what you’re leading to.

“How about a concert?”

It takes a second or two for him to catch on, but then his face lights up.

“Major, you little genius,” he compliments. He slams his hand down on the table, earning a startled jolt from pretty much everyone on board the RV. “Eddie Munson rocks the Upside Down, one night only. The most metal show of all time.” He throws his hands up as if imagining his words on a poster or marquis.

You roll your eyes at his theatrics before glancing over your shoulder to see if you could determine whether or not you guys are close to the store yet. Your gaze falls to Steve and Nancy, who are chatting amongst themselves. But you immediately clock the way they are looking at each other – more than just admiration. You spin back around.

“Are they…?” you ask, nodding towards the pair in the front seats. Robin gives a little shrug.

“They were,” she replies.

“Steve is totally still into her,” Dustin adds. “It’s so obvious.”

“Uh, it’s definitely mutual then, if the speed at which Wheeler jumped in that lake to save him is any indication,” Eddie chimes in.

“But she’s taken,” Dustin argues. “As far as I’m aware, she’s still dating Jonathan.”

“Wait, Byers?” you ask incredulously. “Nancy Wheeler is with Jonathan Byers? Damn, I would not have predicted that one –”

“If you assholes are done gossiping back there, we’re here,” Steve announces. Sure enough, you peek out the window and spot the obnoxious sign for the weapons store…as well as a very full parking lot.

“Guess everyone else had the same idea we did,” you comment.

“Well, they all know a murderer is on the loose in Hawkins,” Robin counters. “But they think it’s a devil-worshiping third-year senior instead of a pissed off demon mind-killing people from another dimension.”

Steve pulls into the parking lot, parking the RV off to the side, ideally so that no one nearby will get curious and peek inside.

“Alright, Eddie is obviously staying here,” Steve says as he stands, his hands landing on his hips. “Dustin and Lucas should probably lay low too, since people know you run with Eddie.”

“I’m gonna stay too,” you add. “Just in case Jason told people I was with Eddie the other night.”

“Alright, everyone else, let’s go,” Steve commands with a wave, and the rest of the group piles out of the RV.

You take the opportunity to slide out of the booth and stretch your legs, before relocating to the much comfier couch at the back of the vehicle. Eddie trails behind you, plopping down on the couch and glancing out the back window. You watch him as he fiddles with one of the rings on his left hand.

“So, what’s it like?” you ask. Your question breaks his trance and he turns to look at you.

“Hmm?”

“The Upside Down,” you clarify. “What’s it like?”

“Oh it’s a party,” he replies, leaning back and spreading his arms before folding them behind his head. “Just imagine Hawkins, except somehow even…shittier.” You let out a chuckle.

“You gonna give me details, or is it a surprise?” you tease.

“Christ, where to begin?” he queries. “Well first of all, everything is dead. The trees, the grass…it’s all rotting.”

“Sounds beautiful,” you comment.

“And then there’s the vines that cover, like, every square inch of the place,” he continues. “And apparently they’re all a part of a hive mind that all of the scary shit in there is a part of.”

“Lovely.”

“And then there’s the bats,” he goes on. “And these aren’t just any bats. They’ve got these long gross tentacle things that can grab you. And if Harrington’s injuries are any indication, they will just…go to town on your flesh.”

“Wow, that does sound like a party,” you say, your tone sarcastic.

“Oh and I almost forgot, there’s an earthquake every few minutes,” Eddie adds on.

“Of course there is.”

Eddie sits up and crosses his arms.

“Having second thoughts about going with us?” he asks, an eyebrow cocked.

“Nope,” you reply, mirroring his crossed arms.

“Is there anything I can say to make you change your mind?”

“Nope,” you repeat, popping the ‘p’. “You’re stuck with me, Munson.”

He eyes you for a bit, and you have to look away after a few moments – his gaze is too overwhelming. He cracks a smirk and sits up.

“I guess there are worse people to be stuck with,” he quips. You take the opportunity to nudge him with your shoulder playfully at his comment. He nudges you right back with a chuckle, so you raise your hands to lightly shove him, letting out a giggle. He’s quicker than you, and he grabs your wrists. You immediately begin to flail your arms, attempting to wriggle free, but he’s stronger than you. The back of the RV is filled with yours and Eddie’s giggles.

“Violence isn’t the answer, Major!” Eddie says as he attempts to control your limbs.

Before you can respond, the RV door bursts open. Eddie drops your wrists and you both turn to see Steve frantically climbing into the vehicle, the others not far behind.

“What’s going on?” Lucas asks.

“We gotta go,” is all Steve says before tossing the supplies in his hands towards Dustin and practically leaping into the driver’s seat.

“The basketball team is here!” Erica announces. Your eyes widen before they meet Eddie’s.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Dustin shouts. You turn to look out the back window as Steve starts the engine, looking out for those familiar green and yellow jackets. You realize Eddie is simply doing the same.

“Get down!” you say, frustratedly, annoyed at his stupidity. You grab his head and pull it down as you yourself duck below the window as well. Steve gets the RV into drive and peels out of the parking lot. Your grip on Eddie’s head doesn’t loosen until you know you’re out on the road. You finally begin to let go, but you realize this is the first time you’ve ever touched Eddie’s hair. It’s just as soft as you thought it would be, and you have to resist the temptation to play with it. As you loosen your grip, you allow your fingers to run through wavy locks for just a moment before letting go entirely. You immediately avoid Eddie’s gaze as he sits up straight, suddenly finding the road much more interesting to look at.

–

Steve drives everyone to a remote field away from all of the main roads to prepare for the battle. Him and Robin set up shop pouring out liquor bottles they found in the RV to fill with fuel and make molotov cocktails. The Sinclairs get to work using the hunting knives they bought to make spears. Max heads over to help Nancy with her shotgun. You and your battle partners manage to scrounge up some milk crates and trash can lids from a junk pile nearby and start making some anti-bat shields.

“Try not to smash your finger, Major,” Eddie playfully chides as you hammer away at a nail. “We don’t have time for an ER trip.”

“Says the guy who set himself on fire in junior year chemistry,” you snap back with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow towards the metalhead.

“Well shit,” Dustin suddenly says, standing from his kneeling position. “I’m out of nails. I’m gonna go see if I can find another box.” He takes off for the RV, and you furrow your brow. You could have sworn there were two boxes of nails before, plenty for three shields. But now you only see the one empty box where Dustin left it.

“Too bad we can’t bring a drum set into the Upside Down,” Eddie says, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“What?” you ask, confused by the randomness of the statement.

“So we could jam together,” he explains, and you smile, finally understanding. “I mean, I assume the former drum major can still play the drums, right?”

“I haven’t played on a set in a while,” you confess. “Don’t have the opportunity at school.”

Eddie moves his lid from the milk crate, opting to take a seat on it instead.

“Well whenever you’re in town in the future, let me know,” he suggests. “I’m sure Gareth wouldn’t mind letting you have a go at his set.”

You can’t help but smile at the thought of playing some music with Eddie. You probably won’t be able to agree on a song or genre, but something about the idea of jamming with him just sounds really nice. And it gives you hope – that you’ll all come out okay on the other side of this and be able to go back to normal…or as close to normal as you can.

“Sounds cool,” you say, trying to hide just how much you like the idea. Eddie mirrors your smile for a moment, before it slowly fades. He gets to his feet.

“Hey, um,” he begins, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “You haven’t had any, like…headaches or nose bleeds or…visions…right?”

Your heart pangs at his concern. You shake your head.

“No, I’m good,” you reply. “You?”

He shakes his head as well.

“Nothing.”

“Good.”

There’s a moment of silence, and you watch as Eddie absentmindedly kicks a rock.

“You’d tell me if you had, right?” he asks, his voice oddly timid.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “I would.”

“Okay, cool,” he responds, now fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. “Because if it comes down to it, I’m pretty sure I’ve got a Violent Femmes tape somewhere in my room.”

Your brow furrows – you’re both unsure why he thinks they’re your favorite band and surprised that he would have their tape, considering they’re more folksy punk than metal.

“Violent Femmes?” he repeats, trying to get you to understand. “Shit, I assumed they were your favorite band considering how much you used to hum Blister in the Sun in Haviland’s history class.”

You can’t help but bark out a laugh – you were a little obsessed with that song for a while. But you also can’t believe he remembers that. He seems to remember so much about you, and honestly, you don’t even know how to feel about it. You shake your head lovingly.

“You continue to surprise me, Munson,” you admit, your tone sincere. He grins, clearly proud of himself.

“Feeling’s mutual, Major,” he replies.

“Found more nails!” Dustin announces as he arrives back to your prepping area, a box of nails in his hand. You immediately recognize it as the box you saw earlier. You narrow your eyes at Dustin, immediately suspicious, and he avoids your gaze.

“I’m gonna go use the ladies room,” you announce as you stand. “Try not to injure yourselves while I’m gone.”

“No promises,” Eddie replies, and you let out a chuckle.

You head back up to the RV, taking a moment to glance around at all of the others on your way. You hesitate for a moment to think of them as your friends – with the exception of Robin, who you knew from marching band, and Steve and Nancy who you only knew in passing, you just met the rest of the kids a few days ago. But you’re about to go to battle with them against an alternate dimension monster. And these people have done nothing but go out of their way to protect you, and Eddie, and everyone else in Hawkins. You’d be proud if they consider you their friend.

After finishing in the restroom, you pop back out of the trailer and pause for a moment. Across the field, you watch as Eddie and Dustin roughhouse with each other, trying out their shields and just goofing off. You can’t help but smile at the sight. Eddie looks so…free. You’re glad that he’s getting this time to have fun with his friend after everything he’s been through. And you’re gonna make sure that after this is all over, he’ll continue to be free. You don’t know how – clearing his name seems next to impossible – but you’re gonna do it. He deserves it.

You hear a chuckle to your right and you look down to see Steve and Robin giving you a knowing look.

“Shut up,” you say, pointing a finger at the two of them. You aren’t interested in their teasing. They can think whatever they want.

They chuckle once more, and you leave in a huff, practically stomping back down the hill towards Eddie and Dustin.

–

The drive to the Creel House is somber.

You were all able to blow off a little steam when you were prepping for the battle. But now it’s here, and everyone is feeling it. No one really talks – the only sound is the droning of the RV and a Journey song softly crackling through the radio.

You’re crammed onto the back couch, sandwiched between Eddie and Robin, Dustin seated at your feet. Eddie shuffles for a moment, before pulling his bandana out from his back pocket. You watch as he attempts to tie it around the top of his head, but struggles to get it properly knitted. You reach up and grab the fabric from him, and he offers a soft smile and turns his back to you. You fold the fabric and drape it over his head before tying it into a tight knot and tucking the ends underneath. Eddie turns back to face you and grabs your hand, giving a squeeze – a silent thank you. He doesn’t let go, and you don’t either.

The RV eventually pulls up to the decrepit house, and Lucas, Max, and Erica each give a half-hearted wave before hopping out.

“Last chance to change your mind,” Eddie says, his voice low for only you to hear.

“You’re stuck with me, remember?” you reply. He smiles and gives your hand another squeeze.

The RV pulls away, headed for the trailer park, and you can feel yourself getting more and more nervous. You try to focus on the feeling of Eddie’s hand in yours – how his skin feels on yours, how the metal of his rings is familiar and comforting. You’re definitely scared of what lies in store for the lot of you in the Upside Down. Eddie’s description did freak you out, despite what you led him to believe. But you’re determined to see this through. And knowing Eddie will be with you the entire time helps put your mind at ease.

At least a little bit.

Steve parks the RV off of the road, tucked away in the woods near the trailer park. You give Eddie’s hand one last squeeze before letting it go, moving to do one last inventory of the supplies you’ll be bringing with you.

Nancy gets to her feet, a nervous energy about her. She paces a bit, before requesting to run through the plan once more. The first phase is Nancy, Steve, and Robin getting to the playground across from the Creel House. They’ll signal Erica on the other side, who will then signal Lucas and Max. Phase two is Max baiting Vecna, getting him to be vulnerable in his attic lair. The third phase is you, Eddie, and Dustin getting the attention of the bats, drawing them away from the house. Finally, Nancy, Steve, and Robin will get into the house and light Vecna up.

“No moving on to the next phase until everyone copies,” Nancy demands, her tone stern. “No deviating from the plan no matter what. Got it?”

“Got it,” you all say in unison. You all grab your things. You take a deep breath before leading the group out of the RV and through the woods. You all sneak across the park and head into Eddie’s trailer.

Steve goes through the gate first, expertly landing on the other side on two feet. He grabs Eddie’s bed just like you all did on this side of the gate. And then one by one, each teen climbs up and through the gate until it’s just you and Dustin. You help toss supplies through the opening, including the extension cords needed for Eddie’s amp, before it’s finally your turn.

You grab a hold of the tied sheets and pull yourself up. It’s a struggle – you were never good at the rope climb in gym class either. You grunt and put as much energy into it as you can, before you feel the pressure fall away, and you’re suddenly dropping. You hit the mattress and bounce slightly, the fall almost knocking the wind out of you. You don’t even remember closing your eyes, but you open them to see the hole in the ceiling, only now it’s just Dustin looking at you. A ringed hand appears in your vision, and you grab it, finding yourself quickly pulled to your feet.

“Welcome to the Upside Down,” Eddie greets, squeezing your hand before letting you go and turning to wait for Dustin. You finally stop to take in your surroundings.

Eddie wasn’t kidding – there are vines everywhere. It’s unnervingly dark, and you can see little flecks of…something…floating through the air. A flash of red catches your attention, and you turn to look out a window. Angry dark clouds collect across the sky, and a spark of red lightning shoots through the darkness.

You hear the soft plop of Dustin landing on the mattress, and Eddie helps him to stand. With a nod, you all head outside.

You try to ignore the chill that shivers down your spine at how eerie the Upside Down version of the trailer park is. The knowledge that there is nothing in this world except terrifying creatures being controlled by an evil mastermind…and the six of you…is somewhat haunting.

Nancy, Robin, and Steve begin to head in the direction of the Creel House, when Steve suddenly spins to face you.

“Guys, listen,” he starts. “If things here start to get really bad – I mean at all – you abort. Okay? Don’t do anything stupid.”

“We get it, Steve,” Dustin replies, his tone sarcastic. “You can be the hero.” Steve lets out a sigh before saying your name.

“Please, just…keep these assholes in line,” he says. You can’t help but smirk, understanding his frustration.

“I’m on it,” you confirm. He gives you a firm nod before turning to walk away.

“Hey, Steve,” Eddie speaks up, causing Steve to turn back. Eddie hesitates for a moment before continuing. “Make him pay.”

Steve nods once more before joining the other two, and you watch as the trio heads across the trailer park and towards Vecna’s lair.

“Alright then,” Dustin says. “Let’s get to work.”

The three of you grab your tools and begin to fortify the trailer. Armed with a pair of wire cutters, you head for the metal fencing around the trailer park. You cut as much as you can before Eddie is able to pull off each piece. Dustin scavenges some wood planks and metal sheets from some of the trailers and brings them over. The three of you then systematically go around to each window of Eddie’s trailer and cover the vulnerable area with wood or metal, creating a bunker for the three of you to take cover in once the bats descend. While Dustin continues to drill away, you and Eddie use the metal grating to create a barrier around the door, which will give you guys a way to get in and out of the trailer, but still keep you safe.

Once you finally finish, and the three of you run out of scraps to attach to the building, you all take a step back to admire your work.

“Not bad,” Dustin comments.

“Not bad at all,” you agree.

“Now for the fun part,” Eddie adds with a grin, playfully batting Dustin in the shoulder. He heads back towards the trailer and the two of you follow. For the first time in the last few days, you find yourself somewhat excited for what’s about to happen. If you ignore the part about being in an alternate dimension where everything is trying to kill you and your friends, the idea of getting to watch Eddie do what he does best is thrilling.

You trail Eddie down the hall of the trailer and into his bedroom where he freezes in the doorway. Right across from you on the mirror hangs Eddie’s guitar, exactly where it was in his room back in Hawkins.

“Jesus,” he starts, his eyes locked on the sight before him. “It’s like…she was destined for an alternate dimension.”

You bite your lip to hide your amusement at how serious he is…and how he just called his guitar “she.”

“What do you say, team?” he asks, grabbing the guitar from its holder. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”

“More like in the history of multiple dimensions,” you correct, delight in your voice. Eddie grins and shoots you a wink as he gently puts on the guitar.

“Let’s do this,” he declares before swinging the instrument over his shoulder.

The three of you get to work setting up for the rooftop concert. You and Eddie manage to relocate his heavy amps to the top of the trailer while Dustin works on connecting all of the extension cords. With no word from Robin, Nancy, or Steve, you take a moment to plop down on the trailer roof, letting your feet hang off the edge. You glance over to see Eddie fiddling with his guitar – you assume he’s tuning it or something. Dustin takes a seat next to you.

“I know we kind of…turned your entire world upside down when we asked for your help,” he says, nudging you with his elbow. “But I just want to say…thank you. It means a lot that someone was willing to go through all of this to protect Eddie.” His tone is sincere and it brings a smile to your face. Your eyes are drawn to Eddie once more.

“He would’ve done it for me in a heartbeat,” you reply. And even knowing what you know now, even after everything you all have dealt with in the past few days, you would do it all again.

The moment is interrupted by Robin’s voice crackling through Dustin’s walkie.

“Max is in! Move on to phase three.”

“Copy that,” Dustin confirms, speaking into the receiver. “Initiating phase three.” You both leap to your feet and head over to the amps. You crank the volume and give Eddie a nod. You see him mumble something under his breath before he yanks the guitar pick from around his neck and lets out a scream.

And then he begins to play.

You can’t clock what song it is – metal really isn’t your forte – but you can’t help but get fired up as Eddie begins to strum the chords. You watch, mesmerized, a smile plastered to your face as his fingers travel up and down the guitar. His face is focused, his tongue poking out slightly, and he jams his head along with the music. You look over at Dustin to see he’s having just as much fun as you – he’s banging his head and tapping his foot.

You realize this is the first time you’ve seen Eddie play in years. You remember the scrawny middle school talent show version of him, adorably attempting to cover AC/DC. But this Eddie – this Eddie is really fucking good. He’s confident, a swagger about him that is…you hate to say it…attractive. You watch as he props a foot up on the smaller amp, and you gotta give him points for style.

Dustin holds up his binoculars, looking for the first sign of the bats. He turns to you and shakes his head, and while part of you is glad they’re not anywhere near you yet, the other part worries that the plan isn’t working.

You turn your focus back to Eddie, and you find him already looking at you. You can’t help but smile, and you begin to softly rock your head along with the music. His face lights up, and he shoots you a wink before turning his focus back to the guitar.

Then a sound that you can only describe as a screech catches your attention. Dustin looks through the binoculars again, but this time when he turns to you, his face is serious.

“Eddie!” he shouts, getting the musician’s attention. “We gotta lock down in T-minus thirty seconds!”

The guitarist nods in understanding before continuing to shred on his instrument. With the news that the bats are on their way, your eyes lock on the sky, waiting for their silhouettes to be illuminated by the flashes of red lightning. You can just make out some dots in the clouds, and your stomach twists from nerves.

“T-minus twenty!” Dustin announces and you feel your heartbeat pick up. You can begin to see the bats clearer in the sky, and holy shit there are a lot of them. The plan is clearly working.

“T-minus ten!” Dustin calls out and your eyes fly back to Eddie, whose fingers are flying up and down the length of the guitar at impressive speeds. The sounds of the bats shrieking is getting louder and louder, and your heart is practically pounding out of your chest.

Dustin begins to count down and part of you wants to just grab the two of them and make a break for it now. You’re getting worried that you’re all cutting it a little too close.

“ONE!” Dustin shouts and Eddie cuts the music abruptly. He quickly yanks the guitar from around his neck and reaches for you, grabbing your hand. You both take off, heading for the side of the trailer. Dustin jumps down first, and you begrudgingly let go of Eddie’s hand in order to climb onto the pickup truck parked next to the building.

“Come on, come on, come on!” Dustin chants as the three of you move. Your feet hit the ground and you practically launch yourself towards the makeshift shelter, and you can hear Eddie cursing behind you. Your hands fly up to catch yourself as you hit the trailer door, and you turn to see Eddie pull the gate shut, causing several bats to hit the metal with an angry screech. Your eyes widen at the sight of the bats up close. You spot rows of teeth in their mouths as they open them to squeal at you, and their tendrils claw at the steel of the gate protecting you.

“Let’s go!” Dustin shouts, getting your attention. You head through the door and Eddie pulls it shut behind him. The three of you stop for a moment, attempting to catch your breath.

“Dude,” Dustin says. “Most. Metal. Ever!”

“Holy shit!” Eddie replies, grabbing Dustin’s arms. The two of them begin to jump up and down, screaming in unison. You catch yourself chuckling at their antics, but a loud screech from outside kills the moment.

“Hey!” you call out, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. “We’re not done here yet, let’s celebrate when we’re out of this place!”

They both nod several times in agreement. You head over to the pile of spears and shields and hand them to the boys. The three of you then opt to settle in the center of the living room, close to the gate opening. Back to back to back, you all face outward, armed and ready for the bats to make their move.

You can hear them screeching outside, thrashing against the building. Your heart continues to pound and your hands shake slightly despite your grip on the tools. The three of you slowly rotate, and your eyes stay peeled as you watch for any sign of the creatures breaking through the fortification.

And then after a few moments, the shrieking dies down and the clattering against the building stops.

“Hey dipshits! Is that all you got?” Dustin screams. You quickly shush him and Eddie shoots him a glare.

“Is that really necessary?” he growls.

You hear a rattling sound above you and your eyes shoot up to the ceiling.

“They’re on the roof,” Eddie confirms. Your stare remains locked on the ceiling as you follow the sound of the creatures. Dustin has the same idea as you and begins to move through the trailer as the clattering continues to travel. You trail behind him with Eddie behind you, shields and spears at the ready. As you get closer to the kitchen, you spot a vent in the ceiling, and you quickly notice shadows moving past it.

“They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asks, and you can only hope the answer is no.

But the universe has other plans.

With a crash, a bat bursts through the vent, creating a vulnerable hole in your fortress. It lets out a blood-curdling scream and you can’t help but scream back.

Suddenly, you’re shoved backwards, Eddie pushing his body in front of yours. He throws the arm holding his shield across your chest as he and Dustin begin to jab at the bat. Your thoughts start going a mile a minute – you need to find a way to close the opening. Your eyes fall to the shield full of nails in your hand and you immediately get an idea.

You go to move closer, but the second you take a step, Eddie’s arm pushes you back.

“Let me help, goddamnit!” you shout, which distracts Eddie for a moment, allowing you to push your way through. You reach for one of the kitchen chairs and pull it with you.

“Out of the way!” you call out to Dustin, who heeds your words and steps to the side. You quickly throw the chair in front of you, climb on top, and with the strongest thrust you can muster, jam the shield into the ceiling right over the hole.

You’re left panting, and you almost double over on the chair to catch your breath.

“Major, you fucking genius,” Eddie mutters, holding out a hand to help you down from the chair. You all take a moment to breathe, the chittering from the bats dying down a bit.

“Are there any more vents?” Dustin suddenly asks and Eddie’s eyes go wide. He takes off down the hall, muttering curses under his breath, and the two of you follow. He stops short in the entrance to his room, and before any of you can make a move, a swarm of bats bursts through a vent in the corner. The bats quickly fill the space, their shrieking the loudest you’ve heard yet.

Eddie pushes you backwards and pulls the door closed behind him. The three of you head back down the hall, and you glance over your shoulder to see small cracks forming in the thin piece of wood. Eddie throws his arm in front of you again, blocking your body with his, and blocking his own body with the trash can lid.

“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin shouts, and you know he’s right. You’re running out of time.

“Let’s fucking get out of here!” Eddie screams. “Go, go, go!”

Dustin immediately grabs the sheets, grunting as he pulls himself up. The second he flips through, you take a hold next. Your adrenaline has really kicked in, because this time you’re able to easily pull yourself up and through, landing on the mattress once more. The lack of spores in the air and the soft light of Eddie’s real trailer immediately puts you at ease.

You roll off the mattress, awkwardly getting to your feet and looking up to find Eddie.

But he’s just…hanging there.

“Eddie, come on, let’s go!” Dustin shouts.

But Eddie doesn’t move.

He glances up and meets your gaze, and you immediately know what’s about to happen. You see the same look in his eyes you saw back on Lover’s Lake.

He’s about to do it again.

“Munson, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass up here –”

You trail off as he looks away from you and slowly lets go of the sheet.

“Eddie, let’s go!” Dustin wails. Eddie doesn’t respond, disappearing from view for a moment and reappearing with the spear.

“Munson!” you scream, your voice cracking. He can’t do this to you. Not when the stakes are this high. Not when he could fucking die.

With a shout, in one swipe he slices the sheet, and the makeshift rope falls into Dustin’s trembling hands. You watch in horror as Eddie moves the mattress out of view, and you stare up at an empty floor. You realize you’re crying.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” Dustin demands, and you realize he’s crying too. Eddie drapes the strap of his spear across his chest and picks up the shield.

“I’m buying more time,” he says, before his eyes meet yours. “I’m sorry.”

And in a flash, he’s gone.

You see red.

“FUCK!” you shout, spinning around and slamming your hands on the kitchen counter. You’re livid. If the Upside Down doesn’t kill Eddie, you sure will.

But you’re not giving up without a fight. That idiot wants to be a hero? Fine. But he’s not gonna do it alone.

“Find some way for us to get back up there, now!” you order at Dustin, who immediately begins scrambling. You tread down the hallway into Eddie’s room and immediately begin digging through drawers and clearing items out of your way.

“You’re a fucking pothead, you’ve gotta have a fucking lighter somewhere,” you angrily mutter to yourself as you tredge through Eddie’s messy bedroom. Finally, you spot a lighter and pocket it, taking off back down the hallway. You swing open the hallway closet, where amongst random objects you spot a plastic broom and a metal baseball bat. You snatch both and head back to the living room, where Dustin has moved the mattress and replaced it with a chair. You grab what’s left of the sheets and tear off a few pieces of fabric, quickly tying the scraps around the top of the bat and broom. Satisfied, you jump to your feet and grab the bottle of vodka tucked into the corner of the kitchen counter. You pour it over the fabric of each tool, trying to coat the scraps as much as possible.

You glance over to see Dustin testing the strength of the extension cord that still hangs through the hole.

“It’s gonna be a rough landing,” he points out. With the mattress gone, your flip to the other side is going to be much less graceful.

“I’m gonna kill him for that,” you respond before throwing the bat and broom through the hole. They land on the other side with a clatter, and you nod to Dustin before leaping onto the chair, grabbing a hold of the extension cord and pulling yourself up. As you begin to feel the weight of the air shift, you swing your body, and you somehow manage to land on your two feet, though awkwardly and with much less style than Steve had earlier.

You immediately grab the tools on the ground and pull them out of the way before adjusting the mattress back under the hole. Dustin falls through with ease, and you quickly pull him to his feet before handing him the broom.

You bolt through the trailer door and down the steps. You don’t see Eddie immediately, but the screeching of the bats gets your attention, and you spot a silhouette in the distance. The bats are swarming him, and you can tell he’s getting overwhelmed.

“Fuck, let’s go!” you call to Dustin, and you head towards one of the forgotten bikes. You hop on, awkwardly trying to balance the aluminum bat in your hand as you begin to ride. You pedal as fast as you can, eyes locked on Eddie’s figure in the distance as he swings his spear and shield. As you get closer, you watch in horror as a bat wraps its tendrils around Eddie’s neck.

“EDDIE!” you scream in terror. His head immediately turns towards you just as he’s yanked to the ground. More bats begin to wrap around his wrists and ankles.

You practically leap from your bike, tossing it away, and run towards Eddie. In one move, you pull the lighter out from your pocket and set your bat ablaze.

“Fuck off!” you shout as you swing the fiery weapon, knocking out a row of bats that had begun to bite at Eddie’s torso. They let out a high-pitched screech as they attempt to fly away, the fire doing significant damage. You take a few more swings at the bats at Eddie’s feet and hands, and finally knock out the one that was holding his neck.

“Hey!” Dustin calls from behind you, having finally caught up. “Lighter!”

You toss him the lighter and his broom ignites, and he immediately begins swinging at the swarming bats.

You turn back to Eddie, who has managed to sit up, and find him coughing and holding his throat. His eyes meet yours, but before either of you can say anything, you hear a squeal and spin around to find a bat flying right at you. You swing at it, nailing it and sending it yelping to the ground.

Your instincts take over, and you continue to swing at the bats that dive bomb towards you, your flaming bat keeping them at bay. Dustin hollers and yells as he swings his own fiery weapon, and eventually you hear a grunt behind you and see Eddie getting to his feet, gripping his spear and shield once again.

You have no idea how long the three of you stay like that – thrusting your weapons at the creatures. Every so often one of them manages to grab a hold of one of you, but you work well together, quickly getting rid of the problem bats.

You can feel your body tiring out. Your limbs are getting heavy and you're completely out of breath. You don’t know how much longer you can go on – you don’t know how this is even supposed to end. There are too many bats for you to defeat all of them, and you’re sure Vecna’s likely sending some other, deadlier creatures after you next.

Just when you think you can’t fight anymore, the bats begin to fall from the sky.

You stare in shock as they hit the ground one by one, mewling and twitching before becoming motionless.

All you can hear is the sound of the thunder rumbling and the three of you panting.

“What the fuck?” you finally breathe out after a few moments. You scan the bats scattered around you, and you can’t help but feel creeped out as some of them spasm and jerk on the ground.

“I don’t know,” Dustin responds between breaths. “Maybe they did it. Maybe they killed Vecna.”

Shit, you hope that’s the case. Because that means this is all over.

“Whatever the answer is, let's get the hell out of here,” you suggest. The other two nod in agreement, and you drag your exhausted bodies back over to your bikes, discarding your weapons on the ground. You pedal back towards the trailer from which you came, eyes peeled for any other threats. The three of you head back into the trailer one last time, this time leaving the front gate open for the others to be able to get through

Once inside, you and Dustin slide the mattress out of the way once more, setting up the chair like you had on your way in. With a leap, you cling to the extension cord and manage to control your flip through to the other side, landing nicely on the chair. You hop down and move the chair, before pulling the mattress on this side back in place for the others. Dustin drops down first.

“I’m gonna try and get in touch with the others,” he says as you help him to his feet. You nod in acknowledgement and turn to watch Eddie plop onto the mattress. You yank him to his feet harshly and he stumbles and mutters a curse under his breath.

“So –”

Your hand flies across his face with a sharp slap.

“Fuck!” he shouts, grabbing his cheek and stumbling once more. “Okay, yeah, should have seen that coming.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shout at him. “Why would you do that? What happened to not deviating from the plan no matter what? What happened to not doing anything stupid?”

A lazy grin appears on his face.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he says before he awkwardly sways and grabs his side. “Shiiit.”

You react immediately, moving to steady him by the shoulders. Before you can ask what’s wrong, you glance down to see his hand covered in blood. Your stomach clenches and your heart begins to pound.

“Fuck, sit down,” you order, your voice beginnng to tremble. You push him backwards so that he’s seated on the chair. You impatiently yank off his vest and jacket, and your eyes lock on an ugly red patch forming on his Hellfire shirt. You gently peel the fabric up and away, and reveal several ugly gashes across his torso.

“Am I gonna live, doc?” Eddie says, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. The wounds aren’t deep, and while he’s lost some blood, he’ll likely just need to get patched up. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“You won’t die from bat bites, but I still might kill you,” you reply, shooting him a glare. You get to your feet and head to the kitchen, grabbing the leftover vodka and sheet scraps from before. You tear off a piece of sheet and run it under the sink for a moment. You settle back down next to Eddie, and you can feel his stare once again.

“This is gonna hurt,” you tell him as you begin to clean his wound, wiping away the blood and disinfecting it with the alcohol. He hisses slightly and jerks a little when you make contact, but you can still feel his stare practically burning into the side of your head as you work.

“You called me Eddie,” he murmurs, so quiet you almost miss it. Your brow furrows.

“Pretty sure that’s your name,” you point out. “Or have you already lost that much blood you forgot?”

“You’ve never called me Eddie before,” he replies, ignoring your comment. “I’ve always been just ‘Munson’ to you.”

You’re caught off guard for a moment, and you fumble with the fabric in your hands. You realize he’s right – you don’t ever call him Eddie. You don’t even really know why. Maybe at first it was because he annoyed you in high school. He pissed you off so you never gave him the respect of calling him by his first name. And then it just stuck.

He’s right, he was just “Munson” to you. But he’s so much more to you than that now.

And that realization causes your stomach to flutter.

Satisfied with how clean Eddie’s wounds are, you reach for another scrap of cloth. You let your eyes briefly stray to his face, and unsurprisingly he’s still staring at you.

“Stop staring at me,” you mutter, trying to change the subject. “Arms up.”

He ignores your first request but follows your second one. You begin to wrap the white cloth around his torso, trying it tight enough to hopefully stop some of the bleeding.

“You’re still mad at me,” he says, and you let out an exasperated huff and finally meet his eyes.

“You know, it kind of seems like you go out of your way to do things that will make me mad at you,” you argue as you tie a knot to keep the cloth secure. You roll his shirt back down, trying to ignore how his skin feels against your fingertips. He drops his arms and collapses against the back of the couch with a deep sigh. He cocks his head and looks at you with a dopey smile.

“How else am I supposed to get your attention?” he challenges. You roll your eyes – of course he would say something like that.

“You’re such an asshole,” you respond, nudging his knee with yours. He grins.

“Careful,” he warns. “If you keep being mean to me I will fall in love with you.”

Your heart skips a beat and your mouth goes dry.

But before you can even begin to process his words, you hear a crackling sound from above. Your eyes shoot to the ceiling, expecting to see Steve, Nancy, or Robin falling through. Instead you see the gate starting to grow, with more and more vines slithering out of the opening. The opening begins to travel across the ceiling, causing plaster to fall to the floor. You watch as the glowing crack grows and grows before it envelops almost the entire ceiling. The trailer begins to shake.

“We’ve gotta get out of here!” Dustin calls, and you can’t help but agree. You get to your feet and pull Eddie with you, draping his arm over your shoulder to help him balance. The three of you head towards the door, managing to make it through before the gate begins to take it over. You practically stumble down the stairs, trying to manage Eddie’s weight as you move. You pause several yards away and turn back, and the three of you watch in horror as half of the trailer disintegrates before your eyes, leaving a huge gaping hole in the side of the building and a large thrumming red gate on the ground. The gate continues to extend through the grass, cracking through earth and leaving a tremor in its wake. You grip Eddie tightly as the two of you try to maintain your balance despite the entire world shaking. The gate continues to divide the trailer park, moving closer and closer in the direction of downtown.

The shaking begins to ease up as the gate opening travels farther away. The three of you are left standing in shock.

You hear a noise behind you and you turn your head to see a woman opening her trailer door, likely coming out to investigate all of the commotion.

“Shit, we’ve gotta get you out of here,” you say to Eddie, voice panicked. “We can’t have anyone see you.”

“You guys head back to the RV,” Dustin stutters out as he moves to grab one of the bikes that’s discarded in the grass. “I’m gonna go try and link up with the others.”

You and Eddie both nod, exchange a quick glance, and begin to head towards the treeline.

–

You grip your steering wheel tightly, and you can’t help but glance at the rearview mirror, checking for the tenth time to see if anyone is following you. Despite it being days since the “earthquake” – as the authorities are calling it – your paranoia still hasn’t gone away.

Helping to hide a murder suspect who is now assumed dead will do that to you.

You let out a deep breath as you pass the sign for Hawkins, finally relaxing a bit now that you’re out of city limits. You can only hope it will get easier as time goes on, but with everything you’ve gone through in the past week, you think your stress is understandable.

It’s crazy how much your life changed in such a short amount of time. Had those kids not knocked on your door and asked for your help, you would be on your way back to school at this very moment. Instead you’re headed out to a remote location a half hour outside of Hawkins, bags of groceries on your passenger seat. Steve had volunteered to do the food run for Eddie today, but you insisted that you could take care of it. You tried to ignore the knowing look he shot you, but he could see right through you.

Besides, you have something you have to tell Eddie.

The whole situation seems too bizarre to think about. You had been hiding Eddie at your house after…everything, wracking your brain trying to figure out what to do with him. But on the second day, three adults in suits showed up at your door. They knew everything, even name dropped Eleven, and they explained that they were there to help. They had secured a remote trailer not far from Hawkins where Eddie would be safe as long as he lays low. They even handed over some cash for clothes and supplies. Dumbfounded, you simply nodded your head, accepted the gifts, and helped Eddie get settled in his new home.

Things in Hawkins are still shitty. There are still massive red cracks dividing the town into fourths, there are still townspeople unaccounted for, and there’s still the threat of Vecna and the Upside Down looming in the distance. But Eddie is safe, you’re safe, and that’s all you want to focus on for the time being. You’ll let the experts take it from here.

It’s not long before you reach the dirt driveway, and you head down the long rocky road leading up to the small building hidden in the trees. You see a finger poke through the blinds of one of the windows, and a familiar eye appears in the crack. You hop out of the car with a smirk, before heading to the other side to grab the bags. Eddie pops through the door, lightly jogging to where you're parked. He’s dressed in a plain black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, and you try to ignore the flutter in your stomach at the sight of his exposed arms. You’re not used to seeing this much of his skin.

“Please tell me one of these bags has beer in it,” he almost whines as he grabs one of the paper bags from your arms.

“Nice to see you too,” you snap back playfully, giving him a slight nudge with your elbow. “And yes, there’s a six pack of Miller in there.”

He shoots you a grin and leads you into the trailer. You both drop the bags on the counter in the small kitchen. Eddie pokes around the top of the bags, and you panic a bit, hoping he doesn’t notice one of the boxes shoved at the bottom of one of the bags.

“You shop way better than Harrington does,” Eddie comments before meeting your gaze. “There’s actual food in here.”

“Yeah well, I figure getting some real food in your system will probably be better for your wounds than a diet of cheese puffs and Yoohoo,” you counter. “How are those by the way?”

“Still gross, still achey, but overall better.”

You nod in response. An awkward silence settles over the two of you, and you fiddle with the car keys in your hands.

“So,” Eddie begins. “I take it this will be your last supply run out here. Headed back to school, right?”

You look down at your hands and bite your lip, trying to hide your smile.

“Um, I’m actually gonna stick around,” you reveal, eyes still avoiding his. “It doesn’t…feel right…leaving y– Hawkins right now. Not after everything that, um, Hawkins has been through.” You stumble over your words slightly – you’re struggling to say what you really want to say.

You chance a glance up at Eddie to find him eyeing you warily, his arms folded across his chest. He doesn’t say anything, so you continue, hoping that he’ll eventually understand the meaning behind your words.

“Despite everything, I…uh…I feel safe…in Hawkins,” you stammer. “And I want…I want to help keep Hawkins safe.”

The faintest hint of a smile appears on Eddie’s lips as he nods at your words. He takes a step closer towards you.

“That’s really good to hear,” he says. “Especially since…Hawkins…really likes having you around. And Hawkins would really miss you if you left.”

Your heartbeat picks up at his words, and you’re pretty sure he’s caught on to your hidden meaning.

“Also, Hawkins…cares about you very much,” he adds, before taking another step towards you. You mirror him, taking a step closer so that he’s almost close enough to reach.

“Well, I…care about Hawkins very much, too,” you confirm. Eddie’s smile grows and he takes one more step, leaving very little space between the two of you. He drops his crossed arms, instead choosing to gently take one of your hands in both of his.

“Hawkins also thinks you’re really pretty,” he says, his voice almost timid. You let out a soft chuckle, biting your bottom lip and letting your eyes fall to your hand in his. Your eyes follow as he softly brings your knuckle to his lips, giving a quick kiss to the skin. You feel your body warm at the gesture, and you’re almost taken aback at how he’s looking at you – like you’re everything.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, when I say ‘Hawkins’, I mean me,” he quips, a smartass grin on his face. You can’t help but chuckle and shake your head lovingly.

“Shut up, you idiot,” you say before you pull him towards you and plant your lips on his.

He responds immediately, moving to cradle the back of your head with one hand and your hip with the other. You gently slide your hands up his chest before curling your arms around his neck as you settle into the kiss. His lips move against yours so perfectly, like they were meant for each other.

He uses his grip on your side, to smoothly rotate you so he can press you against the kitchen counter. You deepen the kiss, letting your tongue tease against his lips. He immediately opens his mouth, his own tongue poking out to stroke yours. You groan into his mouth at the sensation, and he pulls you even closer to him, your entire bodies pressed flat against each other.

You pull away for a moment to catch a breath, resting your forehead against his as your chest rises and falls.

“Shit, sweetheart,” Eddie mutters. “Should’a done that a long time ago.” You smile before leaning in once more, already addicted to the feeling of his lips against yours. You don’t know what you expected kissing Eddie Munson to feel like, but you never imagined it would feel like this. His lips massage yours expertly, and your entire body warms at the sensation.

This time he pulls away, and his head falls to your shoulder with a groan. He mumbles your name against the fabric of your t-shirt.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he confesses, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. You give your hips an experimental roll, and you hum at the discovery of him hard in his pants.

“I think I have a bit of an idea,” you counter before sliding a hand into his wavy locks. You grab his hair and pull his head up, slotting your lips over his once again. He rolls his hips into you, and his dick rubs pleasantly against your core. You moan at the feeling, and you feel Eddie smile against your lips. He takes your response as a cue to spin you again, and you refuse to break the kiss while he backs you towards his small bedroom.

The back of your legs hit the side of the mattress, and you pull away, but only to pull your shirt over your head. Eddie lets out a groan as his eyes land on your chest, and his hands reach for you. He presses soft kisses all over your chest and the tops of your breasts as his hands slide up your back. He finds the clasp of your bra and easily undoes it, pulling back to rid you of the garment.

You stop him before he can do anything else, grabbing ahold of the hem of his t-shirt and lifting it a few inches. He smiles as he lifts his arms, allowing you to pull the shirt over his head. He shakes his head, allowing his curls to fall back into place, and you take the opportunity to run your hands over his chest, careful not to dip too low and disturb the bandage on his lower body. You smile as you admire the dark ink on his sternum before meeting his gaze once again.

“You’re pretty,” you tell him, and he responds with a smile, his eyes sparkling. He takes your hands in his, pressing a kiss to the knuckles of both.

“Even with chunks of flesh missing?” he asks, his tone cheeky. You chuckle and lean in to quickly peck his lips.

“Yes, evil bat bites and all,” you confirm. He pulls you closer, and your bare chest presses against him as he kisses you once more. You hum into the kiss at the feeling of your skin on his, and slide your hands out of his grasp to run up and down his bare back.

“Lie back for me,” he practically whispers between kisses, and you steal one more kiss before breaking away to sit back on the bed. A smile never leaves his face as he slides his sweatpants down his hips, and you take the opportunity to rid yourself of your jeans, kicking them off to the side.

Clad in just boxers, Eddie takes a step towards the bed before his face falls and he stops.

“Shit,” he says, running his hand along the back of his neck.

“What?” you ask.

“I don’t…have anything,” he says, and you bite your lip to hide your smile.

“Bottom of one of the grocery bags,” you respond, and Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. He spins on his heels and heads out to the kitchen, and you chuckle at his eagerness.

“I see how it is, you little minx,” he playfully teases when he reappears in the doorway with a box of condoms. “Your plan was always to seduce me, huh?”

You giggle, giving him a casual shrug before laying back against the pillows at the top of the bed.

“I had high hopes,” you reply, earning a chuckle from Eddie. But before he says another word, you reach down and slide your panties over your hips and down your legs, before balling them up and tossing them at him.

His jaw goes slack and his pupils dilate, and the fabric hits him in the chest before dropping to the floor.

“Jesus Christ,” he curses under his breath, and his eyes stay locked onto you as you slide a hand down your body, through your curls, before coming to rest at your core. You run two fingers through your slit, and while you already knew you were wet, you can hear it as you play with yourself. You hum, lazily caressing your opening while Eddie simply stands there gawking at you.

“You gonna join me, hot stuff?” you ask, and it seems to wake Eddie up from his trance. He eases his boxers over his hips and down his legs and impatiently kicks them off. As he fiddles with the box of condoms, you take the opportunity to admire his cock, and shit, it’s beautiful. Long and thick, but not enough to scare you. You can’t wait to know what it’s like to have him buried inside you, and at the exact moment you have that thought, you happen to catch your clit with your finger and let out a moan.

It catches Eddie’s attention, and his eyes lock back onto yours as he rolls the condom onto his shaft. He gives himself a few strokes before moving towards the bed. He crawls up your body until his face aligns with yours, and he leans down to kiss you as he rolls his hips, allowing his cock to slide against your wet center.

“Shit, I must be dreaming,” he mutters between kisses. “Either that or I died in that shithole and now I’m in heaven.”

You adjust your hands under him, interlocking your fingers with his.

“This is real, baby,” you say as you thrust your hips upward, rubbing your core along his shaft once more.

Eddie groans at the feeling, and he looks down between your bodies as he lines himself up with your opening. Slowly and carefully he pushes in, and you let out twin groans as he fills you. Neither of you move for a moment, taking time to enjoy the feeling of him deep inside you.

He slides his hands out of your grasp and under your back, and you wrap your arms around him, bringing your chests together. His head falls to your shoulder as he pulls his hips back, sliding through you so that only his tip is still inside. Then he rolls his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt once again. You can’t help but let out another moan at the feeling, and you dig your nails into his back. He continues to slowly thrust into you, and his mouth finds your neck, kissing and licking and sucking at the flesh.

The two of you move like that for what feels like forever, Eddie’s hips lazily bucking into yours. He feels so fucking good inside of you, like he was always meant to be right here.

Eventually he picks up the pace, with little grunts and whines and curses escaping from his lips. You can feel him getting more desperate with his thrusts, so you slide a hand between you, finding your clit and rubbing at it.

“Fuck,” you moan out. “You feel so fucking good.”

He mewls in response, pulling his head out from where he had buried it and planting his lips on yours.

“Sweetheart, I’m close,” Eddie practically whines. You nod in understanding, your own climax fast approaching. You wrap your legs around his hips, and he grabs a hold of one of your thighs as his thrusts get more and more erratic.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you curse as you give yourself a few more rubs. A wave of pleasure crests over your entire body, and your hips stutter under his. You feel his entire body shudder under your hands, and with a long, deep groan, he comes too. He continues to push his hips against yours as you both ride out your highs, before finally coming to a stop.

The two of you are a panting and sweaty mess of limbs. You try to catch your breath, your entire body still buzzing. Eddie presses a soft kiss to your shoulder before peeling himself off of you and sliding out of your core. He shoots you a smile and a wink before disappearing through the doorway to get cleaned up.

You feel like you’re melting into the bed with how relaxed you feel. Your eyes fall closed and you let out a hum as you settle into the sheets. The mattress dips and your eyes flutter open, watching as a grinning Eddie, still naked like you, crawls towards you. He settles beside you and reaches for you, pulling you against his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You can hear his heartbeat under your head as you rest against his chest, and you reach up to gently play with the smattering of hair across his sternum.

The two of you lie there in a comfortable silence, simply basking in the afterglow of your activities. You’re perfectly content to spend the rest of the day right here, in Eddie’s arms – safe, comfortable, and at ease for the first time since you got back to Hawkins a week ago.

“I wanted to impress you,” Eddie mumbles after a few moments. You furrow your brow, his simple statement confusing you. You turn slightly, allowing you to look up at his face, and you find him staring at the ceiling.

“What do you mean?” you ask, urging him to continue. His hand begins to gently caress the skin of your arm.

“When I jumped into the lake,” he clarifies. “I had just seen Harrington, Wheeler, and Buckley just…dive head first right into danger without giving it a second thought. I wanted you to see me like that. Like, a hero or something.”

You let his words sink in, the explanation for the events of that night finally being revealed to you. While his reasoning still doesn’t make a lot of sense to you, you’re glad you’re finally talking about it.

“And when we were in the Upside Down, I realized it could be my moment,” he continues. “I would be the one to save the day…to keep you safe…to be your hero.”

Your heart pangs at his words. All this time he was trying to play some part you never wanted him to play. He didn’t have to put himself at risk to win you over. He already had you.

He’s had you for a long time.

You shift to sit up and Eddie mirrors you, and you take the opportunities to take both of his hands in yours.

“Eddie…you…you’re not my hero because you dove head first into danger,” you explain, meeting his gaze so he understands how serious you are. “In fact whenever you did it, it pissed me the fuck off.” He lets out a chuckle, and you smile at him. “You’re my hero because…because told me you were sorry about my mom. Because you remembered how I feel about the water and you never once judged me for it. Because you let me cling to you each time we had to go out onto the lake. Because you held me and protected me from having to see what happened to Patrick. Because despite your own fear and stress, you still calmed me down when I was panicking. Because despite the entire world going to shit around us, you always kept the mood light and made me smile.”

You reach up to cradle the side of Eddie’s face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“And you’re my hero because you played the most badass, most metal concert of all time,” you add with a cheeky grin, and that earns another laugh from him. He leans in and pecks your lips.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” he says. “No more running head first into danger for me.”

“Oh, that convinced you?” you respond, your voice playful. “Not the two times you got slapped across the face?” You both are sent into a fit of giggles, and Eddie takes the opportunity to run his hands up and down your thighs.

“Okay, that’s fair,” he concedes before leaning in to kiss you once again. “Want to know why you’re my hero?”

You cock an eyebrow, your interest piqued.

“Oh, I’m your hero, too?” you say, voice teasing. He leans in closer to you, taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to look right into his eyes.

“You’re my hero because from the very beginning you believed me, believed I was innocent,” he says, a soft smile on his face. “Because after years of me trying to get a rise out of you every time I could, you still chose to stay with me in that boathouse. And you kept choosing to stay with me. Even now, when you don’t have to anymore. Because you’re protecting me, keeping me safe. And I guess you saving my life in the Upside Down is just a bonus.”

He pokes your nose with his finger and you let out a chuckle. He lets go of your chin and reaches for you, pulling you into his lap with your back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. You reach up and rest your hands on his wrists, and he plants a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Damn, Munson, who knew you were so sappy,” you tease, and Eddie digs his fingers into your sides in response. You let out a squeal and wiggle in his grasp as he tickles your skin. He eventually eases up and encircles his arms around you once again, squeezing you once before relaxing into the embrace.

The two of you settle into that position, and you let out a deep breath, content to be in Eddie’s arms.

“I really get to keep you?” Eddie asks after a few moments. You can’t help but smile.

“I told you,” you reply. “You’re stuck with me, Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #joemazzmatazz

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auveriablue · 2 years ago

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Hungy Boy (Chubby!Brahms x Reader)

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- Let's just say that Brahms has a new nanny that doesn't believe in the doll being alive but also overcooks, because you want leftovers.

- But you also follow the rules because you suspect that these crazy old people might have cameras watching you, and the money is way too good, so it's a easy gig.

- Brahms will sneak down and eat his meals when your back is turned, but will also notice that you have made things that he usually isn't allowed to have. His parents never let him have sugar or treats.

- So when you go to sleep, he decides to sneak down and try some of the cake you had made and left on a cake holder, on the counter. He told himself 'just one slice'

- That didn't happen. As soon as he ate some, he couldn't stop. He had never had something so tasty. He ends up eating half of the cake, and is forced to stop at half, because he gets a tummy ache. Even though he wants to keep eating it, he doesn't want to get sick.

- You're like "What the fuck, I made a whole cake, why is half of it gone ?!?" when you wake up.

- Meanwhile, Brahms is in his little wall room, sleeping off a food coma, crumbs and frosting on his mask.

- He becomes practically addicted to sweets after that. He's literally like a little kid, sneaking extra cookies out of the cookie jar.

- While you think that you're really being haunted by the ghost of a dead kid who just really likes sweets, so, thinking that it'll appease the ghost, you start making more treats, as a sort of offering, thinking it's making the ghost be at peace.

- This goes on for a few months and Brahms eventually notices that he's having trouble squeezing in and out of his usual hidey holes and this his clothes aren't really fitting.

- He has to jump to put on his pants and his shirt keeps riding up and exposing his belly. He refuses to believe that its his fault though or because of all the sweets he's been gorging on.

- Eventually, he ends up exposing himself to you, bursting through a hole in the wall. You're fucking terrified, until you realize something after a few minutes of Brahms just sitting there, struggling and squirming. You then look and see how fucking chunky he is and realize that he's the one who's been horking down all of those sweets.

- A normal person would just leave him there. But, hearing him whine and try to squeeze through the hole is just so fucking cute, that you take pity on him. You try to stifle your laughs though, because Brahms is glaring at you.

- You somehow get into the walls and locate the hole that brahms is stuck in, seeing that his round tummy is being squeezed against the edges and his bubble butt isn't making it any easier. So you do plan A. Try to push him through the hole, gripping onto his butt and pushing with all of your might, telling Brahms to suck in. The problem is, that he was already sucking in, his gut is just too big. The pushing plan doesn't work, it just makes Brahms whine and cry out in pain because the edges are biting against his tummy and it hurts.

- So then there's plan B. Getting a hammer and smashing around the hole, making it bigger, so that Brahms will eventually be able to squeeze through, with some assistance from your pushing.

- Eventually, Brahms pops out and falls on the floor, jiggling. You help sit him up and get the drywall off of him. He starts pouting and whining because he's so embarrassed that he actually got stuck. He looks so cute, arms crossed over his chest, his hairy belly poking out of his too small shirt.

- You have to try to make him feel better about the situation. Even though he's the creepy wall man who's been raiding the kitchen and watching your every move, he'll insist that it's your fault that he got stuck because you made all of those tasty treats and made him gain weight, even though you didn't force him to eat them, he did that on his own, but he's never taken responsibility for anything in his entire life, so good luck with explaining that to him.

- Brahms eventually gets over it though when he's offered a cupcake, while you order him a new wardrobe online because his old clothes definitely don't fit anymore.

- Brahms becomes a little more docile when he's chubby and is stuffed full of treats. Sure, he's still a brat who's prone to temper tantrums when he doesn't get his way, but he's least likely to try to kill or hurt you now. Even if he does, all you have to do is present him with a tray full of cookies as a peace offering and eventually, he'll be too full to move, let alone kill you.

- But he becomes more of a brat and wants more attention, specifically, tummy rubs when he eats too much, but remember, it's "your fault because you make too many tasty treats !"

- But he'll also throw a fit if you stop giving him treats too.

- He acts like a spoiled rotten fat cat, who craves food and attention, or else he'll absolutely, positively, lose it. This is the exact reason why his parents never let him have any sweets but for some reason, they forgot to put that shit in their little rules list.

- So you give into his needs. You still make him walk around the house to get exercise, which he whines about, but you absolutely come to adore this chunky brat and he adores you too. And your baked goods.

#big handsome man #chubification beam #weight gain #male weight gain #brahms x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #chubby brahms #brahms the boy #bratty #brahms is a brat #but he's your brat

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years ago

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I've Told You Now - Lee Bodecker smut

The one where Lee seduced his sister's babysitter.

Warnings: smut, dubcon, age gap, innocence kink, dirty talk, loss of virginity, blood

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @slothspaghettiwrites! You were the biggest reason I fell for Lee and it was only appropriate I wrote you this! I only hope it doesn't disappoint! Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog who helped me believe this was good enough to be posted! @sweeterthanthis also has a big hand at this!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I was finishing packing up the toys in the living room when I heard the door slam, startling me into dropping the box of legos on the ground. Looking at the clock, I considered the time before looking back at the hall again. When no one appears from the hallway, I get confused. If the Hendersons hadn’t come home earlier than they intended, who else could it be?

“Waiting for me, bunny?” I immediately straightened out at the sight of Sheriff Bodecker, trying to resist the urge not to flush and keep eye contact, but ultimately failing to do so. I hadn’t seen him since the night he offered to give me a ride home and I ended up with his cock in my throat, his cum in my mouth.

“I-I didn’t even know you were coming.” Silence followed my confession as he slowly approached, eyes never leaving my body while I tried to keep myself up. He’d always had this effect on me. I remembered being a young girl and Sheriff Bodecker being the crush I knew was too old to be mine, the guy I’d never have even in a million years, but that didn’t stop me from daydreaming about him.

If I thought that maybe having him would help this infatuation disappear, it’d become clear by now that it wouldn’t be the case at all.

“And here I was, thinking you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” The Sheriff tsked, and the sound went straight to my already dampened underwear. I couldn’t process his words very well, given how close he was and how loud my own heartbeat was ringing in my ears. Did he mean to say that he actually really wanted me?

“If that was really the case,” he taunted, circling me like I was some sort of prey. “You’d always be expecting me, wouldn’t you? But it’s alright, honey. You know why?” When I shook my head, he answered his own question, a single finger running down my jaw to guide me to look him in the eye. “Because I think you were expecting me. You’re always expecting me, looking for me wherever you go, just like I do. And there’s an easy way to prove my theory.”

Before I could question it, his arms embraced me from behind, hands slowly running down my stomach until they reached the edge of my skirt. I started sweating in anticipation. I knew what he would find.

“Let me check.” His fingers went over the fabric first, and he chuckled when he noticed how wet it was. “Would you look at that?” I was already trembling when he pulled my panties to the side and ran that same digit over my lower lips, just lightly grazing them. “Soaked already.”

Although I couldn’t see it, the humming sound he emitted after taking his fingers from under my dress didn’t leave me any doubt about what he did with the moisture he collected. Just the thought of him enjoying my taste that much had me weak in the knees, and I tried to keep myself up by reaching for a chair nearby.

Lee’s P.O.V.

I chuckled to myself at how sensitive she was, barely able to keep up with the little I’d done so far. Then again, it was clear I had a particularly strong effect on her. That had been obvious for a while, ever since she started working for my sister, probably - around the same age her womanly features began to stand out.

She seemed unable to look me directly in the eyes, always averting her gaze and biting her lower lip when I decided to stop around here for a coffee or check in on the little rugrat. I began doing this a lot more often after she was hired, but neither her nor my sister seemed to connect the dots.

Her innocence, her beauty just left me so fucking hard. I was hard right then, and I wanted her to know it. So I pressed my body against her back, lightly grinding my member against the curve of her ass.

“I suppose you’re finished for the day,” I speculated, knowing once the kid was out all she had to do was wait for my sister and her husband to arrive. “Guess I can help you unwind…”

She gasped when she felt my hardness, making me chuckle. “Your sister and her husband should be back soon…” She tried to reason, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“We’ll be quiet anyway. Can’t risk waking up the kid.” I gripped her wrist and pulled her on the direction of the guest bedroom, now fully unable to control myself. I was so close to having what I had wanted for so long.

She looked unsure of herself as I closed the door behind us, and I raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. “What’s wrong?” She shifted her weight from one foot to another, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.

“I-I don’t know about this…” Chuckling, I approached her to cradle her face between my hands and deposit a kiss on those sweet lips.

“Don’t you trust me, pretty girl?” I had caught her now, we both knew it. She’d never risk disappointing or offending me, so when her mouth opened to explain herself and I raised an eyebrow in warning, it was only a matter of seconds until she closed it altogether and nodded, her eyes dropping to her feet.

“Yes, I do.” My smirk was full of victory, and I could taste it in my lips now. It was as sweet as the nectar between her legs I’d only had a taste of.

“There you go.” Approaching her once more, I settled my hands on her hips before leaning to kiss her shoulder. “Besides…” I continued, already bunching up her dress to get rid of it as quickly as possible. “You obviously need me to take care of you and this little wet hole.”

She bucked when my fingers rubbed her this time, dress already forgotten on the floor as I slowly shoved down the fabric of her underwear to join it. Once she was completely naked, I ran my digits over her cunt, verifying that her wetness was already so overwhelming that it was threatening to drip from her.

“So sweet.” I hummed once I wrapped my lips around those digits, tasting her on my tongue again. Yes, I was already obsessed. I think anyone who had the chance to try her nectar would understand my situation - but no one ever would.

She was mine now, and I would never let her go.

“C’mon, bunny.” Patting her ass, I directed her to the bed, chuckling at how embarrassed she seemed, being this exposed to my hungry gaze. “Be a good girl and spread your legs. Be my little angel, won’t you?”

I wished I could have done this somewhere more private - my own house, instead of my sister’s. But I just couldn’t wait anymore. My cock twitched inside my pants. I felt like I was drunk on this, drunk on her.

“C’mon, honey!” I repeated, lightly slapping the outside of her thigh. “I wanna fuck you. And I know you want to be mine, pretty girl. You can’t hide it from me.”

When she finally relented and slowly parted her beautiful legs for me, I nearly melted at the sight. Driven by my desire, I unbuckled my belt and worked to whip my cock out as quickly as possible, smirking at the wide, innocent eyes that settled on my member as I fisted it in preparation.

“Doesn’t it look good?” I teased, climbing on the bed to take my spot between her legs, rubbing the head of my dick against her slit. “I’m gonna have you taste it next time. But for now…”

Resting my forehead against hers, I slowly started to penetrate her tight pussy, slipping only the head at first, even though I was aching to fuck her throughly.

“This is gonna hurt a little,” I warned, not able to stop mid-way to let her adjust but keeping my invasion of her maidenhood slow until I had bottomed out inside of her. “Sh…” I tried to calm her, gently wiping away the few tears running down her soft cheeks. “I know it hurts, bunny. But you can take it, can’t you?”

She managed to nod despite her whimpers, and I brushed her tears away as I warned her, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey.”

It took a little while, but at last, she opened her eyes and I waited until she was able to focus them on me again. “You look so pretty, bunny…” I whispered, kissing her while I finally started to move inside of her, stopping only to moan out loud at her overwhelming tightness.

“I’m gonna train you until all you can think about is my cock,” I warned her, slowly pulling out until only the head of my cock was keeping her open.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Slamming my dick all the way in, I felt her nails running down my back, leaving trails of blood behind - trails I wouldn’t mind wearing under my shirt, sting as they might.

“I promise you, honey…” I panted, sweat already dripping from my forehead onto her pretty face. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m not inside of you.”

I kissed her cheek, rubbing my nose against it as she held me tightly against her. “I know you don’t want any of those boys you used to go to school with touching what I’ve already taken.”

She nodded quickly, my pretty little honey. Yes, she was mine already and she knew it. “It’s alright, pretty girl…” I soothed her as she started to whine, her cunt clenching deliciously around me. “It’s alright, cum with me…”

She closed her eyes when she met bliss, but I kept mine wide open so I wouldn’t miss her perfect expression of pleasure. It was almost enough to keep me hard, but I wasn’t as young as I once was.

I never pulled out of her tight heaven, keeping her body snuggled against me. I was happy that I decided to be patient, if it meant I now got to have her like this.

“I hope you know that you��re mine now, bunny.”

#my fics #lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker reader #smut #lee bodecker reader insert #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker reader inserts

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corrodedcoffinkid · 2 years ago

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little eddie babbles when he’s small, and it took steve so long to figure out what he was trying to say. wayne probably had to help steve learn all the words, and now steve just perfectly understands the babbles because he’s just so used to it.

also following your hc where eddie bites things, which yes omg i do that too, biting is so good for autism and agere!! i think that eddie would literally bite everything. nancy hands him his wallet just for a second, instantly on his mouth, any stuffed animal just has crispy dry parts on them, mostly the ears, because eddie just constantly chews on them. 100% guarantee there’s holes in the collar and sleeves of all of his shirts from chewing.

when he’s small he just wants to cuddle, no matter who he’s with. dustin ended up finding out that eddie was little because of how cuddly he was and steve had to explain it to him

following that, dustin loves caring for eddie, and i think that dustin finds his own little side, and he loves when eddie is little with him because they just play and babble and watch movies, talk about dnd. it’s what they normally talk about but they’re so much more passionate when small. but dustin just loves caring for eddie, sometimes when steve or wayne are at work dustin would go hangout with eddie just to make sure he’s safe

i think that wayne didn’t know what little means, like the whole time raising eddie he’s just like “this grown man acts like a kid and i’ve got no problem with it because i love him” and then eddie eventually learns what it’s called and educates wayne on it, who then (if it was modern) does so much research on it just to make sure eddie had the best time regressed

when small, you can only feed eddie pasta or chicken nuggets and fries. nothing else. and he will only drink apple juice, regular milk, or chocolate milk.

one time nancy was watching him, and they don’t drink any of those drinks, she offered him water, and orange juice, but he refused. nancy ended up having to drive them to the store to get apple juice and chocolate milk because eddie had been complaining about being thirsty, but wouldn’t drink anything else

i love little eddie, writing and reading about little eddie has made my little side come out more and it just feels so good.

AWWWW

#adam talks #eddie munson

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jadequeen88 · 4 years ago

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Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward.

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

“Big Red <3”

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him.

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on.

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss.

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests.

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped.

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree.

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.”

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating.

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?”

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him.

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure.

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out.

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit.

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks.

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.”

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth.

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock.

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.”

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker.

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours.

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp.

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug.

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands.

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom.

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

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