#st. van fluff

[littlesubbyflower]

High Pitch - E.M.

Pairings:: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

1.5k Words

Warnings:: Fluff, established relationship, reader has sensitive ears and often finds discomfort in certain pitches, mentions of tympanostomy (surgery where tubes are placed in the eardrum) 

Summary:: After seeing your discomfort during Corroded Coffin’s setlist, Eddie vows you will never have to cover your ears ever again.

A/N:: Maybe you guys will like this version of Eddie? Sweet, loving, and caring boyfriend!Eddie. Also, thanks to my babies in the coven accountability sessions, ily <3 divider by @saradika-graphics

It all started one rainy September afternoon, Eddie swore he saw you flinch when he turned up the boombox he had stationed on his dresser. He had just gotten Ozzy Osbourne’s ‘The Ultimate Sin’ cassette in the sale section of the record store. Bringing one hand up to plug your ear closest to the radio before wrinkling your nose in discomfort, the other hand keeping the well loved copy of The Secret Garden open in your lap.

“Um, Eddie? Can you turn the radio down some?” You say apologetically. “I uh, just have a bit of a headache today.” 

Eddie immediately lowers the volume almost completely and sends an apologetic smile your way. “Yeah sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He takes a step forward and leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Do you need any Advil? Have you eaten anything? Drink any water?” 

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble?” You smile sheepishly after slowly pulling your hand back down away from your ear. “I ate some of my lunch today, but I was in the library studying and only managed to eat my grapes and a granola bar. I had a few sips of my water too.”

Eddie shoots you a worried glance. “Alright, well, I’ll grab some Advil, a snack and water.”

“Thank you Eddie, you’re the best.” You call after him as he leaves the room. 

He returns a few minutes later with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, two Advil and a water bottle.

The next time Eddie swears he’s seeing things as you wince and plug your ears is during Corroded Coffin’s band practice

“Hey, I’m going to step out for a second,” You call over the guitar solo that Jeff had been working on. “--just need some fresh air.” Quickly standing and rushing outside near his van. 

Jeff finishes two notes before he stops and turns to Eddie. “Hey, is she okay?” 

“Yeah man, said she just needed some air.” Eddie said, pulling a cigarette from the crushed box he had in his pocket and lighting it before inhaling and sitting on one of the larger guitar amps. 

“Maybe her ears are a little sensitive. Sometimes certain pitches can bother me, so I wonder if it’s the same for her.” Gareth says. 

“Maybe? She has been having a few more headaches, and asks me to turn things down quite often.” Eddie says, ashing his cigarette into the amber ashtray sitting on a table next to the amp.

Jeff nods in agreement, and turns the amp down a few notices and starts the solo again. Meanwhile, you’re rummaging through your bag, dumping the contents into Eddie’s passenger seat. Finally grabbing the small bottle of Advil, you take two. You make a mental note to try and put a pack of ear plugs into your bag for times like this. 

You feel guilty tears building in your lash line, wiping them quickly before heading back towards the garage. Finding your place back on the couch, you sit with your feet tucked under you before smiling at the guys. 

“Feelin’ any better, sweetheart?” Eddie asks. 

“Yeah, I am.” You smile back at him. “Thanks.” You say as Gareth hands you a water then passes water to the other boys. 

For the next twenty minutes, any guitar solos that needed to be practiced were done so with the instrument unplugged or moved to one of the acoustic guitars. Confusion settles over your features but you decide not to ask, silently thankful that the rest of band practice went a lot more quietly than when it had started.

“Well boys, I’m beat. We’re probably going to head out.” Eddie says, standing from his spot where he was still seated on the amp. 

“You sure? We can stay for a bit longer if you want to keep practicing.” You say, looking up at him. Eddie smiles at you. 

“I’m sure sweetheart, plus you look a bit tired. Let’s get you home.” Eddie says, holding his hand out for you to take. You take his hand and he helps you off the couch. “Okay boys, guess we’re leaving. Same time on Wednesday?”

“Possibly.” Jeff said.

“We have a gig tomorrow at The Hideout.” Gareth reminded Eddie. “Nine pm, so we will need to load up the van and go to unpack at seven.” 

“Got it! I’ll be here at seven, if any of you asshats are late, you’ll be walking.” Eddie jokes. 

Eddie peaked out from the corner to see you chatting with Steve and Robin. He smiled to himself and stepped back closer towards the band. 

“Does anyone want a drink before we go on?” Jeff asked. 

“Can I just have a Coke?” Gareth asked. 

“Same.” Eddie said.  

Damien shook his head. “No thanks, I’m good.” 

Jeff slipped out into the crowd and ordered the drinks and quickly went back to distribute them before downing his own drink before making his way to the stage. Meanwhile, Steve migrated you and Robin closer to the front so you could see Eddie. 

“Oh, I meant to ask, did you bring your ear plugs?” Robin said close to your ear. 

Your face paled in color as you pat your pockets. Steve searched his pockets as well but came up empty handed. 

“Shit…” you groaned. 

“It’s okay, maybe the pitches won’t be so bad?” Robin said wearily. Boy she was so, so wrong. A high pitched, loud, note came barreling out of the amp and nine o’clock on the dot. 

Steve’s hands immediately came up to your ears as you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut, silently cursing yourself for being so forgetful. 

Eddie sent a confused look your way and Gareth scrunched his face up in an apologetic manner, while Jeff’s face held a guilty expression. 

The set was short tonight, playing two or three songs instead of the usual five or six. It was something you were extremely grateful for, but would rather die than tell Eddie that. 

“We’re Corroded Coffin, Thanks so much for coming out tonight!” Eddie said with a goofy grin that faded when the spotlight turned off. 

A group of girls waited by the side of the stage for Eddie, but after setting his guitar down, he walked straight past them and made a beeline to you. 

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” His eyes search yours before pulling you into a hug as Steve removes his hands off of your ears. 

“Y-yeah, I’m okay! Why?” 

“No you aren’t.” Robin says. 

Steve elbows her side. “This isn’t our place, Rob.” 

“Well could someone tell me what’s going on?” Eddie says. 

Silence falls between the four of you. Eddie expectantly looks at you. 

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you close your eyes and turn your head away. “I just– it’s just–” 

“Sweetheart, take a deep breath, I promise whatever it is, I won’t be mad.” Eddie says, using his thumb and forefinger to turn your head to look at him. 

“I have really sensitive ears and sometimes the notes that are being played physically hurt my eardrums…” Your eyes immediately drop to the floor. “Not your typical ‘Ow, that was kind of loud’ hurt, like ‘someone is shoving needles into my eardrum’ kind of hurt.” 

Eddie sucks in a deep breath and a guilty look flashed across his face. Why had you been in pain this entire time and never said anything? Band practice was probably the most miserable 2 to 3 hours of your life and Eddie had absolutely no idea. If band practice was bad, then the gigs played at The Hideout were even worse.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie said. “Why didn’t you say anything? God, now I feel like an asshole for anytime I gave you shit when you asked me to turn things down.” Sighing heavily, pulling your body impossibly closer to his, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. “I am going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” 

Wrapping your arms around his neck as he squeezed you, you giggled. “Eddie, ‘s not your fault. I just had three tympanostomies before the age of six.” Eddie looks at you confused. “I had three sets of tubes put into my ears before the age of six for my chronic ear infections and because of that, I have super sensitive ears.” 

“She’s also supposed to use ear plugs.” Robin said, in her ‘matter of factly’ tone.

“Ear plugs?”

“Yes, earplugs. She’s got some special ones that her doctor had given her for use at school, but she’s supposed to wear the foam type ones if she goes to concerts.” Robin continues and Steve chimes in. “Usually I have some in my pocket because she and Robin have convinced me to go to several impromptu concerts, but I have two or three packs on me to block out the twerps arguing when I have to drive them around. Dustin’s screaming gets intense sometimes.” 

“Melvad’s closes at eleven, right?” Eddie asks. 

“I’m pretty sure, I think Joyce is working tonight too.” You say. “It’s late, can we just go tomorrow?” 

“Whether we go now or in the morning, I don’t care.” Eddie kisses the top of your head. “I’m buying an entire box of foam ear plugs to keep in the van. I never, and I mean never want to see the look I saw on your face as soon as we started playing ever again.” 

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[juniperskye]

Bangin’

Summary: I’m back with more hair stylist reader!!!  Eddie finally graduated from Hawkins High and moved to New York City. There was definitely a culture shock, but he was finding it easier to fit in there than back in Hawkins. The one thing he was having trouble with however, was his hair management. His neighbor in the trailer park, Ms. Sweeny, used to cut his hair for him, but now living in a new city…he needed to find a good salon. The events of season 4 did not happen.

Eddie Munson x Hair Stylist (Fem)Reader (she’s kind of sunshiny emo lol also she’s described to have colored hair, tattoos, and piercings)

Fluff

Word count: 977

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, no use of y/n, half assed salon info, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Eddie let out a huff of air in attempt to blow his bangs out of his eyes. His hair had been pulled back into a low messy bun, to keep it out of his face while he moved stage equipment for tonight’s show.

He had moved to New York six months ago after finally graduating from Hawkins High. The big move hadn’t come as a surprise to his friends back home, they all knew that Eddie was destined for greatness. The day he left, he made a promise to Garreth, Jeff and Grant, letting them know that the band wasn’t dead, and he’d be waiting for them to join him in the city when they graduated. That same day, Wayne handed Eddie an envelope, letting him know he had been saving it to ensure Eddie could get by until he had a steady job.

Wayne had pulled Eddie into a tight embrace and they both sniffed, ensuring to keep themselves composed. Refusing to shed any tears. They had separated, shared a curt nod and then Eddie got in his van and drove off.

New York had been everything he had dreamed of, the hustle and bustle of the city was far more his speed than that of suburban Hawkins. He had gotten a job at this bar; it was a few blocks away from his apartment and they had needed someone to bartend and help out with the bands that played there. Eddie had jumped at the opportunity, and he had mentioned his band upon his employment.

The owner of the bar had told Eddie to get him a demo tape and that he would decide if they would play there. He’d been overjoyed when the manager expressed interest after hearing the tape, telling Eddie that as soon as his friends got to NYC they’d have a place to play.

But that was still a few months off. Until then, Eddie would have to make himself useful at the bar. Which is how he currently found himself setting up amps on the stage for tonight’s show. The bar was pretty warm, heating had kicked on to combat the chill from outside. Which is exactly why Eddie had pulled his hair into a lazy bun, only now it wasn’t the heat that was getting to him, but his unruly curls that framed his face.

“Hey man, once the stage is set, you’re good to go for the night. I appreciate you coming in on your day off to help.” Carol, the bar manager, informed Eddie.

“Thanks Carol!” Eddie said, blowing his bangs out of his face once more.

“Cutting Edge.” Carol said.

“What?” Eddie questioned.

“Cutting Edge, it’s a salon over on Bleecker. The hairstylist there can fix up those bangs.” Carol informed as she walked to the back office.

“Hey, thanks!” Eddie called after her.

Once the stage was all set up, Eddie grabbed his stuff and made his way over to Bleecker. He walked past an assortment of restaurants, shops, barbers, until he found your salon. Tucked between Joe’s pizza and The Paw Spa was a tiny salon, on the front window painted in clean white letters were the words “Cutting Edge” with a pair of scissors painted below.

As Eddie entered, a small bell rang out from above the door. He looked over to see two hair cutting stations and two shampoo stations, there was a narrow hallway that seemingly led back to additional space. The salon was designed using mostly black and white accents, checkered floors, bright walls, polaroids lined the wall behind the front desk. In the pictures, Eddie took note of the incredible haircuts and colors that the patrons in the images wore.

“I’ll be right with you hon.” Your warm voice called out over the buzzing of the clippers.

“No rush, thank you.” Eddie replied.

He watched as you faded the sides of this guy’s haircut. The top had been longer, curly and blue, but you had brought the sides in with a perfectly blended fade. As you turned the chair Eddie noticed the design you had lined in his hair. He was in awe of how meticulous you had been in your work.

That is when his gaze shifted to you. You took his breath away, with your black and pink hair, your septum piercing and the tattoos that littered your exposed arms.

“Alright Theo, your total today is, $15. Thank you so much for coming in!” You greeted.

“Thank you! The cut is great, and the color has been holding up well. I’ll call you to schedule a root touch up soon.” Theo suggested before making his leave.

“How can I help you?” You greeted Eddie, finally noticing how handsome he is.

“I uh, I just need a trim. My hair is in my eyes all the time and it’s driving me insane.” Eddie explained,

“Absolutely! Come on back and have a seat.” You gestured to your station.

Eddie sat and you asked him a few questions to gauge how short he wanted his hair. You had inquired about the last time he had a trim and what his current haircare routine was. Once you’d started cutting his hair, he’d been able to ask you a few questions. He’d asked about your taste in music, how long you had been in New York, and how you got into hair.

By then you were done with his hair, and he couldn’t help but feel saddened by the fact that it was over. He wanted to keep talking to you, it had been so easy, he didn’t want it to end.

“Are you done for the evening?” Eddie inquired.

“I am, I just have to close up.” You explained.

“Would you want to come see this band at the bar I work at?” Eddie offered.

“I would love to.” You smiled.

[leemacher]

When We Meet Again Lorenzo St. John x Reader

Summary: Damon was always getting the two of you into and out of trouble, but when you get pulled into the Augustine Society with him, neither of you are sure if you'll ever make it out. What hurts the most though? Growing to love the vampire who'd already been there for years and being forced to listen to his screams.

Content: Reader is a Salvatore vampire, Reader's gender is never specified but is referred to using pet names like "gorgeous" and "love", mentions of child abuse, mentions of parental death, semi-graphic depictions of torture, starvation, major character death implied, angst, fluff, hurt no comfort, hurt with extremely delayed comfort, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, just barely edited

Word Count: 6.1k

a/n: I love Enzo with all my heart and I swear this man has zero fics. When this popped into my head I stopped everything to write it even though it made me cry. Enjoy!

Part 2 is imminent - not sure how many people still read for him, but if anybody wants to be tagged for it just let me know

The stinging feeling running through your veins was the first thing you noticed as you began to wake. Unable to move, even your thoughts had trouble being heard through the pounding in your skull.

The sounds of people around you talking started to ground you, and it didn’t take much longer for you to remember what happened. Damon had contacted you.

It was always Damon wasn’t it? Even when you were kids, it was always like this. When your mother died, he was your anchor. When your father was less than fatherly, he was your shield. And when you felt like causing trouble, he was your guide. Stefan was your brother, but Damon was your person.

So it made sense that when men with wooden stakes and vervain needles went after Damon, you would be right beside him then too. Although, you weren’t sure either of you were entirely happy about that.

It was the first time seeing your brother in almost ten years, you shouldn’t have to be looking at him through bars.

Bars?

Your vision focused, albeit much slower than a vampire’s vision should, and you found yourself looking through a set of prison bars. In front of you, in a cell similar to yours, was a man you had never seen before. To the right, you could barely make out your brother, who looked much better than you felt at that moment.

“D-” you tried to speak, but it ended up in a cough as your vocal cords strained to work after who knows how long. “Damon?” You tried again, struggling to sit up.

As you moved to lean against the concrete wall behind you, he spoke. “Hey, kid.” You had never heard Damon sound so, whatever this was. “How you feeling?”

You scoffed. “You led me into some sort of Van Helsing trap.” You snapped, playfully. Well, as playful as you could manage. “How do you think I’m feeling?”

Unsure of whether his silence or an apology would’ve been more concerning, you focused your energy on the man sitting across from you. “Who are you? Where are we?”

“Lorenzo St. John, at your service. Or I would be, anyway.” He spoke with a little wave and tilt of his head, and also looked as bad as you felt. His clothes were frayed and as dirty as his skin, and even in the dark cells you could see the faint remnants of blood on his body and clothes. However, with short black hair, brown eyes, and an English accent, he would’ve been someone you found attractive had you not been where you were. “Welcome to Augustine.”

Introducing yourself, because if nothing else you had basic manners, you took another glance at your brother. “Are you okay?”

Silence followed. Pushing yourself forward a little, you underestimated your strength which had steadily been coming back, and a little became a lot. Your body shot towards the bars faster than you expected, and tried grabbing onto them to stabilize yourself.

“I wouldn’t do that, gorgeous.”

You hissed in pain at the same time Lorenzo spoke. Pulling your hands away from the bars, you groaned. As anger at your predicament coursed through your veins, the tell tale black markings of a vampire began to appear under your eyes.

Before any of you had a chance to do or say anything else, another man appeared. This time, outside of a cell and with a needle of vervain in his hand. He mumbled to himself while messing with the locks on Damon’s cell.

Fear shot through you. You weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but the vervain needle accompanied by the metal rolling table he brought with him told you it couldn’t be anything good. Glancing at Lorenzo, you briefly caught him shaking his head at you before deciding to ignore him.

“Hey!” You yelled, but the man continued opening Damon’s cell. Looking at your brother, you couldn’t even tell if he was awake or not, “Hey! I’m talking to you, you ass!”

You stood up as best you could, your body fighting off the last remnants of vervain. Ignoring the stinging sensation, you began banging on the doors to the cell, yelling even louder this time. “Mr. Jackass!”

The man quickly spun around, sizing you up with his nostrils flared. You barely caught sight of Lorenzo’s wide eyes before the man had the vervain needle stuck into your arm. He opened the cell as your strength began to fade once more, mumbling something about you being more active than you should.

Being wheeled down the hall on a gross feeling medical gurney, you tried mapping out the layout of the place as best you could, but he seemed to reach his destination very quickly.

The vervain had made quick work of you, and you barely had the strength to react when the man strapped down your arms and legs.

Barely, being the key word.

“If you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask.” You sassed. If you were going to go through whatever this man intended on doing to you, you were going to annoy the hell out of him in the process.

The man left your vision, and you could hear items shuffling around, clinking together every once in a while, before he walked back into your view. A tray of medical equipment and a few unsavory looking tools lay on a metal table he placed next to your body.

Shocks ran up and down your spine, fear sinking into every fiber of your being. Lorenzo was warning you not to make things worse, and in that split moment as the man carved into your torso for the first time, you wondered how long he had been here.

You refused to allow a scream to escape, instead biting down on the inside of your lip. “Oh, so you’re this kind of freaky, huh?” You said once gathering your wits.

The blade above you paused, and you smirked as the man let out a deep sigh. “Unless you’re screaming, shut up.”

The scalpel dug back in, slicing from one side of your abdomen to the other. You barely suppressed another cry of pain, thanking Guiseppe Salvatore for the first time in your life for a high pain tolerance, before speaking again as he set the scalpel down. “Make me, Bitch!”

Shortly after saying that, you felt the man’s fingers pry your skin apart, creating an opening to your stomach. Peeling layer after layer of skin, and cutting more as necessary, the man exposed the inside of your body almost surgically.

You found the strength to lift your head, watching as his hands disappeared inside your body, pushing your organs around. The pain was excruciating, but the sight of your organs and veins being moved around was even worse.

For hours after, or at least for as long as this went on, the man would smirk at every cry of pain. Taking great pleasure in the sounds he was able to bring out of you, every ounce of strength you had went into staying quiet.

Delirium had set in, and after so long, you didn’t even feel like you were alive. Just existing, forever, motionless and in pain. So much so that you didn’t even realize when it had stopped.

You barely reacted to being pushed back to your cell, or gave thought to opening your eyes for long enough to see if your brother was okay. The only reaction you felt capable of giving was a groan as your body came into contact with the stone floor of your cell.

It hadn’t occurred to you back then, but after recovering from your session you realized that the others could hear everything that happened in that room. Damon, while just as witty as you were, was less practiced in the art of silence it seemed.

“Hey,” Enzo, as you had learned to call you, spoke. “Damon said he was your brother?”

You locked eyes with Enzo through the darkness. “Yeah.”

Enzo sighed, flinching with you when Damon let out a particularly painful scream. “Do you have any other siblings?”

Stefan’s face flashed through your mind, and you were briefly grateful that him and Damon seemed to always be at odds. You don’t think you could handle both of them being here.

“Yeah. Another brother, Stefan.”

Enzo smiled kindly as a tear streamed down your face. “Tell me about him.”

So you did.

You told Enzo all about Stefan and the adventures the three Salvatore siblings would have when they were all human. Mystic Falls couldn't handle the three of you, although you were certain there wasn’t a place on earth that could.

When Katherine came around and created a rift between Stefan and Damon, it also pushed the two of them away from you. Turning into vampires however, somehow made it even worse. Damon never forgave Stefan for forcing him to turn, and because Damon was your person, you took his side.

Soon enough, it was almost like Damon was the only family you had left. Despite everything, though, Stefan was still your brother, and you promised yourself that if you ever got out, no matter what Damon wanted, you were going to fix things with him.

For what felt like hours, you told Enzo about everything you could think of. And anytime Damon’s screams hit you too hard, he asked a question or started a story of his own. Together, the two of you took each other’s minds off of where you were.

When Damon was finally dropped back in his cell, the three of you promised that one day you would all make it out. And when you did, you would burn this place to the ground.

“You remember the time you broke your wrist because George Lockwood called you cute?”

You groaned as loudly as you could, ignoring the stinging in your throat as you did so. “Why must you always bring that up?”

Enzo chuckled at the two of you, raising his eyebrow at you questioningly. “You what?”

Damon laughed as you hid your face behind your hands. “George Lockwood was a suitor of hers back in the day. Father thought marrying the two of them would bring both of our families a higher status in the world.”

“And you broke your wrist because he flirted with you?” Enzo laughed along with Damon.

“No!” You shot both men a pointed glare. “I broke my wrist because I tripped and fell.”

“Because he was flirting with you.” Damon chipped in.

“Because I was flustered and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going!” You corrected.

Damon smirked at you from his cell, continuing to tease you. Today was a rare day where none of you were carted off to be ripped apart, and though that meant that none of you would be fed the tiniest bit of blood in existence to heal and thus were all practically starving, this was still classified as a good day. “Because he was flirting with you.”

You groaned again, rolling your eyes. “I was sixteen, Damon. I wasn’t supposed to be good at flirting back then.”

“As opposed to now, I assume?” Enzo pitched in, his eyebrows raised.

“I’ll have you know, I could have any man eating out of my hand if I so wished.”

“George excluded?” Damon smiled. “Or is it just the men who you like that make you prone to running into things?”

“As if I needed clumsiness to drive men away.” You gave Damon a playful glare. “Anyone who I’ve ever been interested in, this one has chased away.” You said, glancing at Enzo and watching as he made a face of understanding.

“Well it’s a good thing I can’t go anywhere then.” Enzo said, his voice dropping slightly. “And with no way to run into anything, you can flirt to your heart’s content.”

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to look him up and down. “As if I’d want to flirt with you.”

��Please,” Enzo smiled, and you found yourself mirroring it, as he spread his arms out beside him. “I’m a catch.”

“You’d be lucky if you even got a moment with me, stud.” You mocked, teasingly.

“And I’d savor that moment for the rest of my existence.”

Damon cut back into the conversation with a loud groan and a bang. “If you’re gonna flirt, can you at least do it while I’m being tortured?” You giggled while Enzo held back a laugh. “It’s less painful.”

“How you feeling?” Enzo spoke softly to you.

After a particularly rough session, in which Damon was immediately carted off for his turn, you could barely manage to lift your head up off the ground. You tried to speak, but even that felt like too much.

“That bad, huh?” You could hear the soft smile in his voice. “And here I was thinking you were invincible.”

The faintest of smiles crossed your face, and for a moment silence filled the cells. With no noise except the faintest clinking sounds of the men in the room over preparing to cut into Damon, you had time to think about or rather acknowledge the thoughts that had been rolling through your head as of late.

When you first got here, your only thought was of how to get out. For you, it wasn’t an if, but a when, and when you did you had plans upon plans of how you would get back at the people who put you and your brother through hell. Now though? Now it felt as if there was no escape.

It was as if there would never be anything other than pain. You began to wonder what it would be like to die here, or if they’d ever let you die. You didn’t know which was worse.

Gathering all of your strength, you weren’t even sure if Enzo would hear you when you spoke. “Keep talking.”

A second passed before you heard Enzo sigh. “It seems somewhat sad to say, but I think you and Damon are the only two friends I’ve ever truly had.”

For the most part, Enzo avoided talking about himself and his past, saying that there wasn’t much to tell. Because of this, anytime he had to talk for more than five minutes at a time, it landed more on you or Damon.

Though more recently, his ramblings tended to land on you, and this time was no exception.

“The two of you showing up was unexpected after being alone here for so long. You more than your brother.” He scoffed to himself. “You could barely move and yet still, the first thing you did was piss off the doc. Thought you were an idiot if I’m being honest.”

“But then I realized what you were doing. Damon did too, which he was pissed about by the way.” You exhaled roughly in a laugh at that. “Either way you definitely weren’t what I was expecting.”

“As shitty as it sounds, I’m sort of glad you’re here.” He paused. “Don’t know if I would’ve survived just your brother.” His laugh sounded strained, as if there was more he wanted to say, but it was a welcome sound all the same. 

The more time passed, the more commonplace those kinds of conversations were. When Enzo or you had a tough session, the other would slip into rambling about anything they could think of. Depending on how everything was timed, Damon would be there too, joining in but mostly listening to whoever was talking.

Even when years had passed and  you felt as though you had shared all your stories and talked about everything under the sun, you’d all sit around and pretend you hadn’t heard the same story seven times already just so that you could have something to laugh at again. So much so that George Lockwood became a running joke.

“I’m no George, but I know a thing or two about…” being a common one. “George would never,” and even better, because he was a dick, “George definitely would.”

One of these conversations, however, caught you off guard.

“I think we have a plan.” Enzo’s voice pulled you out of your pain induced exhaustion.

Shortly after, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position and pushed them to explain. Enzo told Damon about the Augustine’s party that was hosted every once in a while. They brought the vampires in cages upstairs and showed off everything they had learned through their torture, while scientists and other guests gawked at the monsters in captivity.

Because of how weak they kept the vampires, the people of Augustine didn’t really invest that much into security. If one of them were to have a little bit more strength, they could get out. Or attempt it anyway.

It was decided that Damon would get all of Enzo’s share of blood for the foreseeable future, as you couldn’t get nor give any of yours to either of them while being on the other side of the hall. Damon would then be able to overpower any of the Augustine scientists and get all three of them out when the time came.

“So, we’re actually gonna,” you cut yourself off. Even when whispering the fear that someone could overhear rocketed through you.

“Yeah, we are.” Damon reassured. “All of us.”

“So,” Enzo asked, quietly. Damon had fallen asleep some time ago, and you and Enzo had been sitting, staring at each other in silence since. “What’s the first thing your going to do when we get out?”

“Other than find someone to eat?” You smirked, matching his volume. Enzo chuckled, and nodded for you to give a real answer. Thinking for a moment, you knew there was no other answer. “I’m gonna fix things with Stefan. You?”

Enzo paused, then gave a half smile. “I’m gonna take you on a date.”

You almost choked on your saliva, your eyes going wide. His smile widened at your reaction, and you let out a nervous giggle before responding. “No really.”

“Really.” He said. “I’ve been sitting here, staring at the most amazing, wonderful creature in existence, being unable to do anything but admire for years.” Looking at him, there was never a moment where he looked more genuine in the whole time you had been here, and you could feel your heartbeat speed up at the realization.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, if you’d allow it, gorgeous.” The two of you held eye contact through the darkness. “But I’m starting with a date.”

You glanced away, checking to see that Damon was still asleep. “Uh huh. And,” you paused for a moment locking eyes with Enzo again. “Say I said yes to this date,” even in the darkness you could see his face light up, “how would that go?”

It seemed that smile was permanently etched on his face. “Well, I’m a little behind on the times, but I have a few ideas.”

You gestured for him to continue, keeping a smirk on your face like you weren’t dying to know what he would say next.

“I’m thinking flowers, a classic,” you nodded, echoing him. “I’d ask you to get all dressed up and take you somewhere that serves whatever you want, and we’d drink and dance and torment anyone who was rude to us through the night.” Your lips quirked upward without your say. “Then I’d take you to a clearing in the woods, or to a lake or wherever was close, and dance with you there under the stars.”

Enzo leaned forward slightly, and you found yourself doing the same. “Yeah?”

Chuckling quietly to himself, he continued. “Yeah. My favorite part is that the whole night I’d be teasing you. Flirting, and affectionate, and getting just close enough that you think at any point I’d kiss you. But,” He gave a shit eating grin. “I’m nothing if not a gentleman, and you’d be waiting all night until I drop you off at wherever you're staying before kissing you until you can’t breathe.”

“And if I invited you in?” Enzo raised his eyebrows at you. “Would you still be a gentleman then?”

“Well, now. Who would I be to deny you?”

The next few months you felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. With every day you were one step closer to being free. It was obvious in all of you, the fear of it not working out was overshadowed by the hope and the belief that soon it would be over.

Laughter became lighter, the conversations became easier, and the pain felt like nothing. It was terrifying, but electrifying at the same time, especially for you and Damon.

The scientists at Augustine had decided that in order to make sure that the vampires were ready for being showcased, and that everything was perfectly prepared, they would end their “experiments” for a week before the event. You and Damon had already had your last session, and while you were worried for Enzo, all three of you were content with the knowledge that this was the last time you would ever see the nasty end of a scalpel.

“I never could get into reading. Especially now that they have films, why would I read something when now I can just watch it.” Damon’s voice rang loudly through the cell hall.

“You could never get into reading because you're an idiot, mate.” You laughed loudly at Enzo’s comment.

“He didn’t even grow up with you and he knows.”

Damon glared. “Ha ha ha, you’re hilarious.”

Enzo went to say something else, probably calling Damon another name, when the door to the hall opened and the tell-tale sound of gurney wheels rolling down the hall reverberated through their cells. Your heart sped up and you looked at Enzo, worried.

All of you knew what was coming. Enzo looked back at you, and smiled softly. Nodding his head at you, you watched as the scientist vervained Enzo and pulled him out of his cell.

His eyes never left yours as they laid him on the gurney and strapped him down, and as much as you wanted to look away, you held his gaze. Enzo clenched his jaw before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. As they wheeled him out, you whispered, “Just one more.”

This time, out of all the others, it was impossible to focus on anything other than his screams. It was almost as if they knew what the vampires had been planning and were making sure that they hurt Enzo as much as they could just one last time.

You could hear every disgusting sound that came with them ripping into him, and every whimper Enzo let out as a result. You swore you could ever hear the sound of tears dropping on the ground.

As time flew by in Augustine, you’d debated with yourself what the worst thing about it was. Was it the starvation? The torture? The looks of the scientists who saw you as an animal to dissect over and over and over again?

No, this was it.

Being forced to listen to Enzo cry out in pain for hours on end. Not even listening to Damon get hurt was this intense. As much as you hated to say it, growing up with him and your father had made you accustomed to your brother in pain. But with Enzo it was different.

Knowing that Enzo had been here, enduring this for so long by himself, only to deal with again every single day. A never ending nightmare in which you couldn’t do a damn thing about it. You couldn’t even hold him.

All you could do was sit and listen as he suffered, and hope that this time wouldn’t be the time that broke him, because if he broke, you knew that you would surely follow.

Hours passed by, in which the only thing that kept you sane was picturing him smiling, flirting with you as he always did just because he knew it would make you laugh. Finally, finally the screaming stopped.

You opted to stay silent while the scientists brought him back in. Pissing them off and potentially getting yourself attacked because of it didn’t seem like the best thing to do. As soon as they left the room, you were as close to the bars as you could be without being burned by the vervain.

“Enzo?” He didn’t respond. “Enzo?” You spoke a little louder, your voice trembling slightly.

He laid still, not even groaning, and even Damon looked slightly worried. He should’ve been healing faster than this, and he would’ve if he’d had more blood in his system.

“Enzo, please! Just, say something. Or move, or groan or something.” Your breath was caught in your chest. In the whole time you’d been here, you’d rarely seen him this bad.

After what felt like hours of waiting, Enzo finally stirred with a soft groan. “Enzo?”

He groaned again, unmoving despite having seemed to have gathered a small bit of strength. You glanced over to Damon’s cell where he looked just as concerned as you were.

Before you could say more, the scientist came back in and set down the tiny cups of blood in front of the cells and then promptly walked back out.

Enzo began moving then. Very slowly he made his way to the front of the cell and slowly slid his cup towards Damons cell.

“Wait, Enzo.” He paused, his face scrunched up as he looked at you. “You should take yours today.” You glanced at Damon who nodded at you. “You need to heal.”

“I’ll be fine, gorgeous.” His voice was scratchy and barely audible. Hearing it made tears that you had been holding off before gather in your eyes.

You slowly moved towards the front of your cell as you spoke. “I’m serious, Enzo. Damon can survive one day without it, you-”

“So can I.” For the first time since you’d got here, his piercing glare was on you instead of one of your torturers. “We need to stick to the plan.”

You sighed out in frustration. “We have been, and you're in so much pain you can barely move.” Leaning against the wall just before the bars, you watched as Enzo’s expression softened. “Please, just… Take a little at least, please.”

Enzo closed his eyes, on the verge of listening to your tearful begging, but ultimately shook his head. Sliding the cup the rest of the way, he mirrored your position against the wall and locked eyes with you. “Just a few more days, gorgeous. Then you can hold me till I feel better.”

You let your head fall back against the wall, and watched as Enzo tried to reassure you by smiling through the pain. “Fine,” as soon as the words left your mouth Damon had his hands on the cup. “But I’m mad at you for it.”

“I know.”

Finally. Finally. It was happening.

After five long, hard years, the day had come. Enzo had healed, eventually, Damon was stronger than everyone thought, and you were the focus of the scientists because of your previous attitude. Everything was coming together and in just a little longer, you would all be free.

You tried not to let it show on your face, but anytime you glanced at Enzo or Damon, you knew that you had the same light in your eyes as they did. All three of you were waiting for the perfect moment, hope was no longer just a distant sound you were clinging onto desperately. Your escape was right in front of you, practically pulling you towards it, and you were ready.

Men and women walked and talked all around you, though never too close to the cages despite believing they were perfectly safe. The smell of blood filled with vervain was all around you, and you were half tempted to drain one of them just so that they knew how it felt to feel the blood slowly leaving your body, unable to move or fight, knowing that the only thing you could do was wait for whatever you attacker decided to do with you.

Just one look at Enzo and you could tell he was debating the same thing.

One of the scientists from Augustine began talking, some long speech about his research and the saving of mankind. You rolled your eyes at that, and the man standing next to your cage tapped the side of it in warning.

Damon glanced over at you, nodding subtly. The men then moved to open Damon’s cage to show off their “domesticated vampire.” They pulled him out, and Damon played the part. Ducking his head and feigning exhaustion, the scientists let their guard down.

A woman got close to your cage while admiring Damon, and thus your part of the plan came into play. You snarled at her, lunging within your cage and ignoring the vervain lacing it.

The man watching over you immediately jumped into action, poking you with a wooden spear, also laced in vervain. Until the main scientist told him to stop.

He handed Damon over to two of the other scientists, and turned to you, motioning for the woman to back up and for someone to start undoing the door to your cage.

“You all must be wondering how we’ve accomplished such a feat. Making vampire’s docile and having them under our control.” Three men pulled you out of your cage, one of them holding a stake to your back just in case. “Most of it has to do with their diet, only giving them enough to stay alive and moving while we conduct our experiments, but the other part of our system is a little more, hands on.”

He grabbed one of the stakes from someone near him and plunged it into your stomach. “You see, with their healing capabilities not at full capacity, it doesn’t take much to render them useless.”

You gritted your teeth, holding back the scream you wanted to let out. Before you knew it, Damon had killed the two men holding him while everyone was focused on you. Chaos had broken out.

Everyone who wasn’t a part of Augustine began to run for their lives, while the ones who worked there tried getting him under control. But, just as you had planned, he was stronger than they expected him to be.

You threw the men on you away from you with what strength you had, snapping the neck of the main scientist who stood in front of you, paralyzed in shock and fear.

Damon went after the remaining Augustine employees while you tried getting Enzo’s cage open, hissing in pain at the vervain. In fighting off the humans, Damon had knocked over a lantern, and fire had begun to spread.

The smoke quickly filled up the room, and in your weakened state you could barely stand to be in the building.

“Go,” Damon came up behind you, covered in blood. “I’ll get him out, but you need to leave.” He grabbed your arms, steadying you when you continued fighting with the cage door. “I can’t carry you both.”

You glanced at Enzo, your breaths both speeding up in fear and becoming short and heavy from the fire. “Get out of here, watch out for any more of them coming.”

A second more passed before you nodded, and rushed out of the building. You took a deep breath, falling to your knees and feeling free for the first time in five years. Doing what Enzo had asked, you used your sensitive hearing to listen for any sounds in the woods, hoping that everyone from Augustine was lying dead in that building.

A few moments later, Damon came walking out of the building. You rushed over to him and pulled him into a hug, and he tensed when you looked around.

“Where’s Enzo?” He hung his head, and tried pushing you away from the building, eyes glimmering in guilt.

“We need to go.” He said, his voice tight and heavy. 

You pushed him away. “You-... No!” Rushing forward, you tried getting back into the building, but got stopped.

“We’re leaving. Now!” You shook your head violently, trying to fight your way through him, but he was too strong.

“I’m not leaving without him, Damon!” Tears began running down your face at the realization that Damon was going to leave him behind. “How could you- No!”

“Listen!” He stopped you, and at the look on his face, you did. Footsteps through the woods hit your ears. So many footsteps. “Someone saw the smoke and their coming, I can’t get the door open and the fire almost took everything.” He pulled you into a hug. “We can’t save him, kid.”

You held the hug for a moment, before gathering every bit of strength you had left in you, and shoved him away. Anger and sadness filled you. “Then I’ll die with him!”

Rushing back into the building, and leaving Damon behind, you appeared in front of Enzo’s cage. His eyes were sunken in and tears were streaming down them.

Enzo and you both started banging on the cage door, pulling and trying to break the lock. But between the fire, the vervain, and not having the strength to do anything, the cage door was winning.

The footsteps reached Enzo’s ears as the fire got closer and closer to him and you. A shock ran through him, and despite being hurt by Damon’s betrayal, he suddenly realized that he was right. You would die here with him if you didn’t leave.

Enzo said your name, yelling it when you didn’t respond. “You need to leave.”

At his words, you paused, eyes shooting up to him. “What? No!”

Your hands swiftly went back to trying to break the lock, ignoring the bright red burning of your flesh as you did. But Enzo wouldn’t have it. “Please, if you don’t leave you’ll die!”

“I don’t care!”

His hands shot through the bars and grabbed yours. “Well I do!”

You could hear men trying to push their way through the fallen ceiling debris, forcing their way closer to you on one side, while the fire got closer on the other.

“I will see you again, I promise you.” Enzo spoke quickly, his undead heart beating faster and faster at the thought of you dying for him. “But you need to leave, run please!”

Tears fell faster and faster down your face, and a crash sounded behind you, men shouting. “I love you!” You said, holding his hand for the first time. “I love you, Enzo.”

He squeezed your hands in his own, his expression a mixture of sorrow and elation that mirrored yours.

“Then live for me.”

You ducked out into the woods, running as fast as you could, which given all the vervain in your system from the stake from earlier and the men chasing you down, wasn’t very fast even for a human.

Stumbling around, you could barely see in front of you, tears blinding your vision. The sound of running behind you kept you going though, you would not be taken back. Not after everything.

A sound up ahead of you caught your attention, and the smell of human blood invaded your senses. Another vampire?

You pushed your way through the trees, heading towards the sound hoping you would run into another of your kind. If anything they’d probably kill the men with stakes and vervain and leave you to die, or at least be a distraction for you to get away.

An arrow whizzed past your head and you narrowly dodged a second one. The third however, struck you in the leg. The burning of vervain entering your system hit you immediately.

You cried out, pushing forwards still. “You fuckers!”

In moments, you came upon a man, no, he was a vampire. An older gentleman in a suit, feeding on a woman. He eyed you curiously before another arrow shot through the air, striking you in the back.

“Please,” you whimpered, shoving yourself towards the man who dropped the woman’s body to catch you. “Help me.”

“Hold on.”

The man set you on the ground, before leaving to go after the men who were chasing you. Their screams filled your ears, and you would’ve smirked had you not been sobbing on the ground.

Damning Damon for leaving Enzo behind, damning yourself for not being able to save him, and damning Enzo, most of all, for making you fall in love with him.

A silence fell over the woods, and you slipped in and out of delirium. You felt yourself choking on your own breath, your face wet with tears and blood, the man from before hovered over you.

Though you could tell he was speaking, no sound reached your ears. The only thing to leave your lips before slipping into the darkness being, “I’m sorry.”

[sunraies]

Cupcakes and Rainstorms

Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Warnings - fluff, enemies to something, kissing. Rafe has a crush.

Getting stuck on the side of the road in a rainstorm has an unexpected outcome

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The sudden downpour came out of nowhere. The joys of summer rainstorms. One minute, the sun is shining, and then suddenly, the sky becomes dark and grey.

It was just your luck that the heavens opened while you were making a delivery to the Figure Eight. You father's beat up, bakery van was never good in the rain.

The white van with a smiling cupcake tended not have the ability to break in the rain. You begged your father to upgrade it as the business grew but he insisted it worked perfectly fine. The rusted, cupcake smiling, piece of shit.

Sure, it had memories from the days when the bakery first opened but it wasn't worth your life. You should have just biked the five dozen white cupcakes to the obnoxious white themed party.

What 14 year old held a white themed party, anyway?

You had pulled over to check the directions and got stuck in a muddy puddle, which was more like a bog with a stupid little white dress on. No way could you risk trying to push the fucking, heap of junk in the rain.

You had phoned JJ for help but had no luck and it wasn't worth trying the others. If JJ didn't pick up, the others wouldn't. Whatever shit he was getting up to, they were definitely with him. You sent an SOS message to the group, but they could take hours.

Hitting your head on the stirring wheel, you groaned in tune with the horn. Stuck between Figure Eight and The Cut with your phone battery dead. Maybe you should have called a tow truck before JJ.

With the horn blaring you didn't hear the roar of the motorcycle. It was the sharp knocking on the driver window that caught your attention.

"Holy shit!" You yelled, jumping and holding a hand over your heart.

Stood outside your window in the pouring rain, white shirt soaked through was Rafe Cameron.

"What the hell, are you doing?" You rolled down the window as he frowned at you.

"Oh, that's a shame. I thought I found a dead Pogue"

You could have sworn he looked concerned for a moment before realising it was you.

"Sorry to ruin your fantasy" you grumbled, ready to roll the window up on him but his hand stopped you.

"It's pissing it down," He pointed out, like you couldn't tell.

"And?"

"Let me sit for a bit"

You raised an eyebrow at him, watching the rain drip from his hair as the fabric of his shirt, which made it more and more see-through. He noticed you looking, and a small smirk appeared.

"Come on, my bike is laying in the mud, and this shirt is expensive."

You glanced in the mirror, noticing the motor bike thrown down in the bog like puddle. Had he really been that concerned?

"Fine, but you're phoning for a tow truck." He was already running round to the passenger side.

He made a shivering noise as he slammed the passenger door shut and shook himself. "You didn't call a truck?"

"Dead battery" you held up, your battered and broken phone.

It had a cracked screen and worn-out case, but you loved it. The lock screen was of the gang on the beach, and tucked in the back was a post-it with a doodle from Kie.

It was your father's stupid cupcake, smoking a joint, and the knife stabbed into the icing.

"So we're stuck." Rafe tried not to smile at the doodle as you throw your phone upside down on the dashboard.

"We?" You looked over at him.

Taking in his appearance more. He really did have a body like a Greek god, clearly visible with his shirt clinging to his toned torso. He had a face like an angel when he wasn't scowling.

"Don't have my phone on me, sweetheart" He shrugged, patting his pockets to prove a point.

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Who the fuck, doesn't have their phone on them?"

"Didn't think I needed it"

After some silence and the annoyance of him huffing while playing with random things in the van. You snapped,

"Would you stop that?"

"Stop what?"

"Breathing so hard"

"I'm just breathing"

"Well, stop"

"I'm sure you and your little friends would love that"

"I wouldn't be complaining"

"Wow. Ouch" He scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "Didn't know you could be so heartless"

"Guess we don't know a lot about each other"

"I do" He muttered, so quitely that you barely caught it.

"Oh really? Let's see what the Kook King, thinks of a Pogue 'peasant' like me"

The rain was still hammering down on the windscreen and making a tinny sound as it bounced of the roof of the van.

He scoffed at you again. "I wouldn't say peasant. What with your father's business and all"

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he wouldn't reject the idea of being called Kook King.

Your father's bakery had become so popular in Outerbanks that custom had even spread the main land. He had more than enough to move, upgrade, and even buy a house in the Figure Eight, but he didn't want the change. Everything he was gaining was going into a collage fund for you and your future.

"Thanks, I guess"

Uncomfortable silence fell again as the rain didn't ease.

"Why did you stop?"

"Stop what?" He asked again.

"At the van"

He shrugged "I knew it was your father's"

Rafe didn't look at you as he quickly added at the same time as you, before you even asked why.

"Fucking smiling cupcake"

You actually laughed at the timing. Little did you know, he hated the cupcake as every time he saw it around, he hoped it was you driving.

In the cute polo shirt with the cupcake logo and shorts that hugged your butt. The baseball cap with the same logo, worn backwards and your white, now grey, scuffed up converse.

You bounced around, smiling and wishing good day to people as you delivered the elite of the island. Music blaring out of the rust bucket or taping away on your phone, nodding as you picked the next track before hopping on your bike.

The first time he saw you around was about a year ago. Sure, he'd seen you with the Pogues, but he really noticed you when you had come to Tanneyhill.

It wasn't even an actual delivery. You had been popping by to pick Sarah up for John B bringing a small box of baked goods with you. Wheeze actually hugged you when she saw you at the door. She loved the cupcakes.

"You scared me, you know?" He played with the ring on his finger.

"How?"

"When I saw the van, and the horn. I thought

...." he sighed as you watched him. He looked so vulnerable as he swallowed.

"I was dead?" You frowned, you were going to snark back about how fucking morbid that was before he shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

"So you throw your bike in the mud? Wow, dramatic much? " You chose a lighter topic, which actually made him laugh.

🧁

"Hey, hey," you hit his hand away from the box of perfectly iced cakes. "Don't eat those!"

"We have been sat here an hour." Rafe pointed out his watch.

Your eyes went wide, shit, shit, shit. An hour. You were an hour late. An hour of money lost. An hour of no one coming to rescue you. A hour of -

"I'm sure, Wheeze won't mind"

Wheeze? What the hell, did he mean Wheeze? His baby sister.

Oh, you were going to kill, Jeremy. The dipshit had put Tawney Hall on the delivery notice. No wonder you couldn't find it. If you known you were delivering for the Camerons you would have never pulled over in the first place.

"Wheezie, wanted a white theme party?" You found that hard to believe.

"Rose wanted" He corrected as he grabbed a cupcake from the box again.

You hit his hand a moment too slow, causing the cupcake to go flying and land on his drying, white shirt. You laughed and covered your mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You tried to be sincere, but the laughter didn't help.

"I told you this was expensive, baby"

He shook his head at you, he looked annoyed but there was a twinkle in his eye. God, had they always been so blue?

He dipped his finger into the icing before making you gasp as he ran it down your nose.

"Rafe, no, no" You laughed and put your hands up but was not use.

Soon, you both ended up covered in icing and crumbled cakes.

His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan over your lips. You had ended up with your back against the door as Rafe fitted perfectly between your legs. His hand cupped your neck as you held his shoulder.

His eyes darted from yours to your lips and back again. He swallowed a few times as your heart beat loudly in your chest.

"Kiss me"

It was a whisper, but he caught it and took only a moment before his lips collied with yours. He tasted of vanilla icing.

You broke suddenly apart as the familiar tune of The Twinkie's horn sounded so close by.

[evadoupixii]

DRIVER'S ERA // CHAPTER 1

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: (18+) Slow burn/ mentions of traumatic experiences and depression : Eventual smut* Mutual masturbation and mentions sexual as*ult //Fem!reader // Bad driving! Swearing: Toxic relationship dynamics: Phone s*x! Descriptions of alcohol abuse. Fluff! Mentions and descriptive scenes of blowjobs/handjobs at some point in the story idk. Set in the last year of high school (All characters are 18) : Art credits!!: Niharikajetty twitter 

➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Splitting up this fic into parts because there’s so many ideas gong on in my head and i just wanted to put something out there in the meantime. All Tags seen above will be in upcoming chapters of the story! Thanks for reading! 

To put things into perspective you never passed your driver's test. In this current moment, as you sat in a bland white waiting room adorned with blue chairs and the occasional ring from a cellphone, you had a refurbished memory. Throughout the last three years of high school, you had made friends and one by one everyone in the group had either got a car, a license, a learner's permit or something equivalent to a drivers license. Skipping classes every other day to go get ice cream or go on a target run, with the occasional mid-day movie during your chemistry class. which for all your parents knew, you were in. 

Up until last week, you and your friend Sasha had been the only ones in the group without any sort of completed driver's education. That is until Sasha and the near-death experience she had with her instructor on the road,had somehow got a cool passing grade on her first road test. The group was elated and this in turn made you finally step up to do the thing that was long overdue.

As you scroll on your phone, you hear the ding and the woosh of the sliding automatic doors, as footsteps enter the building. You glance up and almost feel yourself wanting to blink two times more than you normally would at the sight in front of you. And you did just that, probably looking half-blind and a little bit crazy. 

Standing at the receptionist desk in the room was a tall 5’8 man with dark brown hair touching his shoulders,a slender build and dressed with a dark green t-shirt that hugged his lean chiseled muscles and black jeans. He scanned the room and locked eyes with you. Finally giving you a clear view of his dark green eyes. 

Where do I know you from? You thought as you quickly broke eye contact and looked back down at your phone. 

You heard a deep voice say something that sounded like a “Thank you” to the receptionist and heard footsteps coming toward you. Not looking up from your phone you watched the soles of his black vans move down the aisle you were sitting and sat at the end of the opposite aisle of yourself. You don't know why, but you noticed how your breathing became a little shallow as he was walking towards you. You brushed it off as being irritable, as you were still frustrated from the post-driving lesson that went worse than you expected. 

Taking a breath, you got up from your seat and walked down the aisle towards the receptionist's desk. You are being sought on scrolling on through your phone trying to avoid awkward eye contact with anyone. Even if you were the one who felt someone boring their eyes into your back as you greeted the receptionist. 

Having set up a date for your next driving lesson with the receptionist she had told you to wait a moment as she got up and moved to the printer beside her to print a confirmation of your next appointment. As the whirring of the printer filled the silence of the room you glanced over your shoulder to see the man with brown hair getting up and following a woman into a room. As he walked into the room first the women reached up to put a red slot down on the wall of the side of the door to indicate the room was occupied. Your eyes drifted to a sign on the side of the door labeled “Driving therapy”. 

Staring at your ceiling,the fairy lights that adorned your room still cast a yellowish mellow tone as it was only 6 in the morning and you wanted some alone time before the stress of the day came—today marked the second week of the beginning of your senior year. Track season was here and you had in no fucking way looked forward to weekly 4 am practices on the field. Getting up and making your bed, showering, and picking out clothes from your closet. A fresh face of makeup and you were ready. 

As a frank ocean song played from your speaker, you Looked in the mirror as you touched up your hair one last time. Appreciating the way you had physically evolved from freshmen year as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Maybe it was all the stress that uplifted from your shoulders knowing that in 6 months time, your life would start/.. The life YOU wanted.  your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter next to you. Grabbing it and sliding up to unlock it, you saw the group chat come to life with you and your friends from track. 

Everyone talking about how you were all telepathically connected because it seemed like every one of you woke up early, with the track flashbacks in mind. Sasha had texted something about how she genuinely thinks seeing her dirty-ass new balances in the corner of her room looming like a ghost gives her PTSD. 

 A good 10 minutes later, you were downstairs raiding the refrigerator, Just in time for you to hear a loud honk outside your home. You ran to your parents and gave them a kiss on each of their cheeks wishing them a good day. Their voices wishing you a good day at school, are cut off as you close your front door and rush to the passenger side of Sasha’s car. 

Before a word could come out of your mouth, Sasha leaned over to the passenger's side and wrapped her arms around your neck giving you a hug that seemed like it was meant for goodbyes. 

“What’s this about?” You said laughing nervously, patting her on the back. 

“I can’t miss my best friend?.” She said letting you go, pulling out of your driveway.  She rolled down the windows a bit to let the wind consume the car. Her auburn hair waving around her face. 

“How did your driving lesson go yesterday? With your slow ass.” She glanced at you with a smirk on her face. 

You scoffed and sighed. Leaning back into the passenger seat and looking out the window as the car passed the tower of pine trees on the side of the road. “ It was……good?. Let’s just say the instructors probably have never had to replace so many cones.” 

“Oh no that was definitely on the agenda after i took my test.” She says.

A moment of silence passed in the car before your eyes found each other and you both burst out laughing.  Before long you and Sasha were pulling up into the high school parking lot, finding a spot next to Annie and Historia. As Sasha pulled up you rolled down the window on the passenger side and waited for them to notice you. Annie was on the driver's side of her black jeep reapplying her lipgloss in the mirror. Historia was in the passenger side with her headphones in, scrolling on her phone. 

“These bitches.” Sasha said, pulling out her phone. 

You watched Historia roll her eyes as she looked at her phone and pulled down her headphones to rest on her shoulders, answering her phone. 

“Hello?” She said on the other side.

“ Look to your left please and thank you .” Sasha said, while gathering her backpack out of the backseat. “And let me catch you rolling your eyes at my notification again bitch!” 

You watched Historia look over to see you, a snide smirk enveloping her face. Sasha hung up the phone before the both of you could hear her witty comeback. Annie turned to you smiling and waving. You playfully looked around as if you were searching for the person she was waving at, as Sasha stuck her middle finger up to them from behind you. Annie smirked and mouthed “Let’s go”. 

The first couple of periods of the day went by smoothly. The four of you had the majority of your classes together except electives. Historia had taken music appreciation, Annie took art and Sasha was taking culinary Arts. 

Walking into the classroom designated for Plant science you scanned the room for familiar faces and smiled recognizing a familiar blond head in the back. 

Armin waved you over and greeted you as you sat down and exchanged stories about your summer. Of course, the stories of your friend group going to the lake and bumming around the mall didn't match up to Armin’s extravagant trips to Europe, but nevertheless, it had its meaning. 

You looked him over and noticed Armin’s features had gotten more sharp and he seemed to have more….body mass. You didn’t know how to put it but besides the trips, Armin had definitely spent some time in the gym. 

You noticed the slight blush come across his face as he noticed you staring. “I-I’m thinking about joining the football team this year…” 

 You turned to him mouth agape. “What made you want to join in so late?” 

He sheepishly smiled and started to play with the hem of his dark red long-sleeved shirt. “I just made it a goal for myself to get out and do something memorable when it comes to getting involved with the school. I-i mean we are about to graduate and all and I just feel like I haven't really done enough-” 

You turn to him and dramatically place both of your hands on both sides of his shoulders and look him dead in the eye. Your face inches from his.  “But you have Armin. You have done enough,” you said smiling. 

Besides Armin running for class president freshman year and being secretary of two of the most well-rounded clubs of the school. Placing second in the mathematics UIL competition and won a $50,000 scholarship for writing an essay about why Spider-Man was his role model. If anyone in this school was an inspiration to you it was Armin. Even if it wasn't conventional, if he wanted to do something then he would do it diligently. 

As you two continued to talk you watched the slew of students rush into the classroom as class was about to start, and that's when your heart did an unfamiliar flutter. Walking into the classroom was the man you had seen at your driver's lesson last night. Same tall and lean build, with black tattoos peeking out of his dark gray long-sleeved shirt that had rolled up to his elbows. Bundles of brown leather bracelets adorned both of his wrists. His hair was tucked into a bun, with strands of hair framing his face. Something you hadn't noticed when you had seen him last was the silver stud piercings that were placed on both sides of his nostrils. As he walked toward a seat on the opposite side of class from you he looked over the room and locked eyes with you. Again. 

“Do you know him?” Armin said next to you, as he watched you break eye contact with the boy. 

“No, I don't, he doesn't look familiar.” You said smiling sheepishly, looking down at your crossed arms on the desk. 

Armin looked at you with a puzzled look on his face as he looked over at the boy with dark green eyes that never took his eyes off you. The boy’s Jaw became tense as he slowly diverted his gaze from you over to the front of the classroom. Even from a distance, Armin could see the boy visibly become rigid as if he had just remembered something from looking at you.  

“I heard something about him moving here a couple of months ago from Jean,” Armin said reaching into his backpack and pulling out his laptop. “Apparently he played football at his old school, I don't know why he moved though.” 

The teacher had turned off the lights and turned on the projector to show the class a film about germination to which you were barely able to pay attention too. Throughout the entirety of class, you caught yourself stealing glances at the boy. The light bounced off from the projector in the back of the classroom illuminating his side profile. Your rational mind telling you that he looked like every other alt boy in the school, but in all honesty, knowing if he turned to you and mouthed “Come with me,  you would get out of your seat and be whenever he wanted you to be in a matter of seconds. The chorus of chairs scrapped across the floor as students got up and scurried out of class as it came to an end. You say your goodbye to Armin, pack up your things, and make your way out of the classroom looking everywhere but at who you wanted to.

[yetanothersparrowofthedawn]

Love Songs and Shit (Extended Masterpost)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x YN

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Fluff, Smut (honestly it varies depending on the chapter)

Wordcount: if only I knew...

Plot: YN is a popular American singer-songwriter who, on a rainy evening in 2018, crossed path with the members of Greta Van Fleet. It didn't take long for the usually detached and fiercely independent girl to experience an unfamiliar itch. As she put pen to paper, it seemed a certain long-haired guitarist had her thinking about writing love songs and shit.

Concept: Each Album is a period of YN's journey, each track is a song she wrote after a specific chapter, so basically her discography is a chronological story of her life (with Jake, mostly). I'm currently not posting chapters in chronological order, but everything is organized in chronological order on this Masterpost.

Disclaimer: All the album covers are paintings by Norwegian painter Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen I edited. So, credit to that guy.

Also some chapters may involve triggering themes, I'll add the specific trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Stay safe, besties.

(PREQUEL)Debut Album: "Remain Nameless" => NOT YET STARTED

Old Money

Seven

Blue Velvet

Lost at Sea

Bel Air

South London Forever

This is what makes us girls

Dollhouse

All-American Bitch

Hope There’s Someone

Grace

idontwannabeyouanymore

Remain Nameless

Brutal

Rabbit Heart

National Anthem

2nd Album: "Sweet Nothings" => NOT YET STARTED

The Night We Met

Ride

Lover to Lover

Body Electric

Moves

Hiding

Hope is a Dangerous thing for me to have

Love Song

Sweet nothings

3rd Album: "Let the Light In" => NOT YET STARTED

Wildest dreams

All the girls you've loved before

Cornelia street

How Big, How blue, How beautiful

Dress

Love

Always Remember Us This Way

Let the Light In

Lover

4th Album: "How to Disappear" => NOT YET STARTED

The Next Best American Record

King

Brooklyn Baby

How to Disappear

Mariners Apartment Complex

Norman Fucking Rockwell

Watercolor Eyes

Sky Full of Song

One step forward, three steps back

Out of the woods

5th Album: "The Greatest" => NOT YET STARTED

Happiness is a Butterfly

Swan song

Too Good at Goodbyes

Favorite Crime

You're Losing Me

Without You

The Greatest

6th album: "Long & Lost" => IN PROGRESS

Hits Different (coming soon..)

Now that we don’t talk

Beautiful People with Beautiful Problems

Long & Lost (coming next)

Is it over Now? (coming soon..)

All This and Heaven Too

7th Album: "St Jude" => DONE

California

Secrets from a Girl

Style

The Way I loved You

St Jude

All You Had to do Was Stay

Honeymoon

Happier than ever

8th Album: "The End of Love" => ON HIATUS

The Bomb

Prayer Factory

River

All too well

Caught

Stargirl Interlude

Getaway car

Angels like you

Various Storms and Saints

Leave my Body

Cassandra

The End of Love

9th Album: "Dream Girl Evil" => NOT YET STARTED

Carmen

A&W

Hometown Glory

Dream Girl Evil

Swimming

Restraint

Sober

Sober II

Heaven Is Here

June

God knows I tried

Never Let Me Go

(SEQUEL) 10th Album: "Margaret" => NOT YET STARTED

Morning Elvis

Girls against God

Mama who bore me

Patricia

Did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean boulevard?

Kitsungi

Back in Town

I Drink Wine

Back to December

Margaret

[plussizedreader]

Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

[edsforehead]

Some of my fav fics for Eddie Munson for July 🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark

SERIES Stop the world and melt with you(inter-dimensional soulmates, twilight zone au) by @bettyfrommars Summary: One second, you're crying in your car in 2023, and the next, you're trapped in a town that feels stuck in the 80's, and a guy named Eddie comes to your rescue. Lots of things are explored in this fic including time travel, parallel lives, interdimensional travel, sci-fi, fantasy, soulmates, etc. Lots of 80's nostalgia, and other ST characters will be introduced along the way. This fic is for those who want something a lil different---definitely not for everyone. Eddie's wish by @harrywavycurly Summary: On a Friday the 13th in October Eddie Munson made a wish, he just wanted someone who understands him. Little did he know that someone would be you, and you’d appear in his bedroom a few weeks later. Now Eddie still has tons of questions and he’s not even sure if he wants to keep you but that’s what the trial run is for, he has a week to figure out if you’re the someone he wants around all the time or if he wants to exchange you for someone else. This is a series all about how Eddie has to deal with getting exactly what he wished for. Not Wholly Evil (pirate!Eddie x Governers daughter!reader) by @uglypastels Summary: 'Do not worry; we shall release you straight back into your father's arms– for a reasonable price, that is,' he looked around at his men, who all once again erupted in a jolly sea of laughter, matching his much softer depiction of humour. 'But for now….' He dramatically removed his hat as his unbrushed locks grazed the floor. When he rose back up, his grin had spread to the widest corners of his mouth, and his dark eyes were filled with menacing mischief, freezing your core at the thought of what he could possibly be holding back in his mind. 'Welcome aboard the Hellfire.' 

ONE SHOTS Hooked ☁️🗡 by @hellfire--cult Summary: After your Grandmother's passing, you were left with her immense wealth and her big mansion, yet your loneliness didn't let you enjoy this new life, but before you could even begin living in it, you were snatched away, into the second star to the right, by a Captain who has a hook as a right hand. Safe with you ☁️ by @munsons-maiden Summary: Based on this request: could i request maybe eddie brings reader to a deal but wants her to stay in the van so she’s safe but the people he’s dealing to see her because she walked out to tell eddie something and it doesn’t go so well. and after the situation eddie and her argue but eddie’s upset and just what’s to protect her 🥺 but ofc it ends well

BLURBS The bigger, the better(loving on Eddie's huge fivehead) ☁️ by @queenimmadolla Wolfman!Eddie 🔥 by @bettyfrommars

[quietblueriver]

Prompts!

Will you hold my hand?

They can't look at you like that!

Will you hold my hand?

Quick thing #2. Avatrice + Diego fluff. Thanks for the prompt!

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She’s been waiting on this for a long time. There wasn’t time or capacity or, really, much to offer in the face of a possible apocalypse, but now that things have settled, that she’s able to live her life, Ava’s also able to help a few other people live theirs.

Nobody gets to enjoy the perks of martyrdom, which Ava guesses is kind of the point, but now that she’s back? Well, she’s cashing in on some of that goodwill and the Church doesn’t seem super eager to fight her. Cam finds Diego easily because he is, somehow, exactly where she’d left him. As soon as they have confirmation and a list of names, Mother Superion makes a call.

Two days later, there’s an address and an assurance of “state-of-the-art facilities” and “hospital affiliation” and “coverage of tuition and all related costs.” It’s what every kid should get, of course, and she thinks she’ll spend a lot of time trying to make that happen, but she feels happy to start here.

Diego is the oldest of the ten kids left at a smaller but still running St. Michael’s. Two nuns are there with them, ancient but, clearing the world’s lowest caretaking bar, not sadistic, and they don’t ask questions or fight when Mother Superion shows up with Camila and Dora and some strange but impressive paperwork, herding the kids into a van.

They call after dropping them off at the new facility, confirming that it is, as promised, excellent in all of the ways that St. Michael’s wasn’t. When Ava hangs up, she curls into Beatrice in their bed and cries for a little while, a steady heartbeat in her ear and a steady hand running through her hair.

“Do you think it would be okay for me to see him?”

Ava feels her response as she says it, voice low and close, “I think he would love to see you, and I think it would be wonderful for you both, if it’s something that you want.”

“I want it so bad, Bea. I just…I don’t want to mess him up. Or, mess him up more, I guess. Y’know, he has a fresh start now. He deserves that.”

The hand in her hair stills as Beatrice shifts slightly so that she can look Ava in the eye. She’s gentle, always so gentle with Ava, as she strokes a calloused finger across her cheek.

“Ava. Darling. He loves you. And you love him. You were there for each other in that awful place.”

“He saw me kill a nun, Bea.”

Her eyes harden. “He saw you protect yourself, and him, from an abuser. He thought you were an angel for a reason.”

She softens again, adds, “It might be a little difficult for him to understand your…change in circumstances.” Ava snorts and Beatrice tilts her head and shrugs the shoulder Ava’s not laying on in acknowledgement of that fucking understatement. “He might have a hard time understanding what happened and why, but more than anything, he’ll be happy that you’re back in his life.”

Ava settles back into her chest and Bea scratches at her back in the way that she loves, pulling up the hem of her shirt just slightly so that she can reach skin. She hums happily and wiggles in appreciation.

“And,” she continues, nails running gradually higher, “he’s old enough to have seen some of what happened over the last year, no matter how hard the sisters might have tried to shelter him. Not that they seemed to be trying particularly hard. In any case, I’m sure Diego understands now more than ever that strange things are possible.”

Bea’s right, of course. She decides, then, that she’ll talk to Mother Superion tomorrow to see what the best way to organize a meeting might be. In the meantime, she has a few other things she’d like to accomplish.

She rolls away just slightly so that she can push herself up and over, straddling Bea’s thighs and leaning forward to undo her bun, balancing with one arm on her shoulder. Beatrice makes a somewhat strangled noise, hands moving to Ava’s hips, and Ava smirks, because yeah she wants Bea’s hair down but it’s not exactly an accident that she’s chosen to do it this way. She presses her chest forward just slightly, feels Beatrice’s breath hot on her clavicle, the almost-whine that escapes her as Ava finishes with her hair tie.

“Has anyone ever told you,” she combs her hands through the loose hair and settles back, “that you’re very, very smart?” Beatrice is not looking at her face. Ava grins, thrills at the blush on Bea’s face when Ava slips a finger under her chin to tilt her head back and redirect her eyes. She doesn’t give her a real chance to answer, kissing her briefly and then dragging her lips down her throat. “And also.” she slips her hands under Bea’s shirt and tugs it up, Beatrice lifting her arms to assist so eagerly that Ava can’t help but breathe out a laugh against her newly available and perfect collarbones. “Very, very hot.”

“Oh?” Beatrice offers, eyes darkening.

“Yeah.” She trails her lips lower, moving her body down the bed until her palms are pressed to the mattress just beside Bea’s hips. She meets Bea’s eyes again, grins. “But show is always better than tell.”

-

Ava’s waiting anxiously, bouncing on her toes, and when the van pulls in, the doors are hardly open before a tiny blur is coming at her, hurling himself into her arms. She can lift him now, easy, and she spins him around and laughs, ruffles his slightly longer hair. “Diego, my guy. I’m so happy to see you.”

Beatrice is standing off to the side, there at Ava’s insistence, and Ava turns to her now, arm still around Diego’s shoulders, and says, “D, this is Beatrice, my girlfriend.” Beatrice, perfect Beatrice, offers a hand and turns her full attention to him. “Hello, Diego. It’s so nice to meet you. Ava has told me so many wonderful things about you.” She says it with the kind of Beatrice sincerity that makes Ava want to cry a little, and her voice is softer than it would be with a grown-up, but only just slightly, something comforting instead of something patronizing.

Diego’s blushing a little, which Ava understands completely and also finds to be really fucking cute, as he shakes her hand and says, “Hello. It’s very nice to meet you, too.”

Ava jumps a little as she says, “Okay. So. What do you think about a beach day?”

Diego lights up, and Ava keeps it together, barely.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

He laughs and hugs her again and says, a little loudly but Ava couldn’t care less, “Yeah!”

-

They take Diego to pick a swimsuit, purple with green octopi winning in a close race against blue with orange turtles. He chooses a green rash guard to match, Beatrice extolling the virtues of UV-protection, and then they select an excessive number of sandcastle construction tools, packing them all into a beach bag that Beatrice carries easily while she and Diego debate the perfect spot for their towels.

Ava takes a minute to grab her water from the bag as Beatrice and Diego begin discussing the logistics of castle-building, and it’s really almost too much for her, watching these people that she has loved so powerfully in such different parts of her life sit together and seriously map out a floor plan in the sand. Bea, taking her own advice, has on a black rash guard and green board shorts, hair in a ponytail threaded through a black cap. Her eyes are focused, moving between their layout and Diego, who is busy looking up at Bea in something close to awe. Again, she gets it, and she takes the chance to watch for a little while, until Diego looks over at her and says, very seriously, “Ava, how do you feel about a double moat?”

It’s easy, so easy, to spend the day with them. The castle is more impressive than anything Ava would have been able to build with Diego on her own, Beatrice critically examining sand-to-water ratios and consulting Diego on every decision. A few other kids, Diego’s age and a little younger, look on, clapping at the successful installation of a new turret, until their adults call them away.

Beatrice unpacks the fruit and chips Diego had picked and, after a short time splashing in the shallow water, they get ice cream, sitting under an umbrella stand and watching the water.

When they get back to the towels, it’s obvious that Diego is a little tired, and Beatrice says, almost shyly, “Diego, I brought something I thought you might like.” She pulls a copy of Percy Jackson from their bag. “It was one of my favorites, when I was your age.”

Ava knows this is mostly true. Beatrice had loved it, although by the time she was Diego’s age, she was reading books many people didn’t read until college. She’d asked Ava before buying it, “He won’t think it’s silly?” And Ava had assured her that he would love it and then kissed her, like, a lot.

Diego’s holding the book a little reverently, still not used to anyone giving him anything, much less anything new with this kind of thought and care. “Cool,” he breathes out, the highest compliment he can give, really, and he looks at them both as he says, “Can I read it now?”

Ava lays a hand on Beatrice’s knee. “Yeah, D. Absolutely. We brought books too.”

Beatrice pulls their books out, and they settle happily on the towels. By the time the sun is setting, he’s made it through a surprising amount, and Beatrice offers, easily, as she packs their bag, “I’ll send you the next one, if you like it.”

“Thanks, Bea.” He says it like it’s something he’s said a thousand times, closing the book and looking at her earnestly, and Ava knows it means something, for Beatrice to have someone else, a child, be this comfortable with her.

“You’re welcome.”

Diego is staying the night with them, so they’re not in a particular hurry, and when Ava watches him staring at the Ferris wheel as they walk the boardwalk, she nudges Bea a little and nods in its direction. Beatrice nods and squeezes her fingers.

“Hey, Diego.” He looks back at her. “Wanna go on the Ferris wheel?”

By the time they reach the wheel, Diego’s a little more hesitant. It’s understandable—the thing is huge, and the carriages are all glass, and Ava knows he has never done anything like this before. He doesn’t stop, though, leading them into the line for tickets and then into the line to wait. The carriages are big, but there aren’t enough people that they fill, each group getting one to themselves. When it’s their turn, the attendant opens the door and Diego hesitates a little before stepping up, Ava and Beatrice following closely.

Before Ava can say anything, Beatrice has let her hand go to stand close to him. She says, gentle in all the same ways she is with Ava, “Diego, I’m a little scared of heights. Would you mind holding my hand?”

He knows, she thinks, what Beatrice is doing, but the smile he gives her is grateful and he grabs her hand without hesitation. “That’s okay, Bea. Me too. We can do it together.”

Ava stands beside them, leaning into Beatrice, and they watch the sun set over the ocean.

[eunkimmie]

dr. feelgood | prologue

eddie munson x reader

chapter summary: eddie gets introduced to his new neighbor the day she moves in. the two seem like a perfect pair, and everybody sees that except for them.

content/warnings: fem reader, modern!st au, weed/smoking, fluff, slow burn, let me know if anything else needs added.

wc: 1.1k

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apartment tenants came and went—that was just the norm. college kids, small families, they were in and out all over the complex. usually eddie didn’t pay any mind because people moving in or out didn’t really concern him. although, whenever he saw his neighbor hauling boxes out to a moving truck, he started to wonder what kind of a person would move in next to him. he wondered what it would be like to have someone cool for once, instead of some boring rando, or, an elderly man who tells the apartment manager about his secret cat (fuck you, mr. phillips.)

the fact that the apartment right next to his had become vacant eventually got lost somewhere in the back of his mind, and he forgot about it. spent his days doing whatever.

eddie was sitting in his living room one day. it was his day off, so, naturally, that meant it was time to pack a fresh bowl and relax. buckley and harrington were over—it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence—and they had made themselves comfortable on his couch.

eddie was just in the middle of grinding, mid sentence, when he heard a loud thud, and then, “god damnit!”

now, eddie wouldn’t really describe himself as a nosey neighbor, but irregardless of that he was quick to run to his door, closing one eye and sticking the other to the peephole. it took him a few seconds to work out the right angle.

“who’s out there?” robin asked, craning her head to look out the window.

eddie shrugged. “dunno. i forgot that the people next to me moved out, i guess someone finally rented it.”

outside he would see, standing on their shared porch, a girl. looked generally around his age, and she had just dropped a box on her foot. would it have been the gentlemanly thing to do to help her, or at least offer her an ice pack? yeah, probably. but he couldn’t do that, eddie thought. then she would know he was snooping.

didn’t seem to matter, though, cause robin was in the process of shoving eddie to the side, then proceeded to swing the door open and beeline towards the stranger.

“hey!” robin chirped. “you need some help?”

you had shimmied the box off of your now throbbing foot before looking over at the voice, face visibly startled by someone essentially popping out of nowhere. the only words you could muster in your sudden confusion were jumbled strands of “uh’s” and “i’s” before you were able to collect yourself.

“no, i—there’s no way i could ask you to do that.”

robin proceeded to wave her hand as if to say, “nonsense.” and, before you knew it, robin was picking up your dropped box of shoes that had been lazily thrown in, haphazardly. she nodded her head towards your door, waiting. you blinked once before fumbling dumbly with your keys and pushing the door open.

normally, you weren’t prone to letting strangers inside your place, or letting them help you move as a matter of fact, but you were a bit dumbfounded. for whatever reason, the girl looked trustworthy to you with her forward yet laidback demeanor.

two brown headed boys scrambled out of the door the strange girl had emerged from. both looking a bit awkward and wary. they seemed to try and signal to their friend who was currently placing your box of shoes down against a wall.

“im sorry for my-my friend, over there,” one of the boys breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck. funnily enough, both men looked like they came straight out of the 80’s, one with denim on denim and the other with an almost identical hairstyle to that of van halen.

“no, it’s um,” you paused before waving your hand. “it’s cool. nice to know i have chill neighbors. or, actually, do you all live in that apartment?” you gestured to the door. it wasn’t unheard of for a group of three or so to occupy a single bedroom apartment, but you couldn’t personally imagine doing so. you already knew that bare apartment was gonna be full with random little impulsively purchased trinkets before long.

“no no no,” the denim boy said. “just eddie.” he gestured to the guy with the eddie van halen hair—you wondered if that was a coincidence or not.

eddie stepped into view and took a look at you for the first time in clear, and not from the wide angle of the peephole. you looked albeit a little taken aback from what just happened, but you also didn’t seem to mind going with the flow. he could appreciate that. your skin was tattooed with various designs down your arms—the left arm looked like a collage of stick n pokes and some amateur doodles that contributed to your patchwork sleeve.

“nice ink,” were eddie’s first words to you. he gestured to your left arm. “you do that side yourself?”

you gave him a tight lipped smile. “yeah. i bought a tattoo gun when i was like nineteen and went kind of overboard. got some i did myself on my legs, too.”

“no, it looks sick.” you let out a small thank you before the conversation seemed to trail off. it was awkward, definitely. meeting three strangers that were probably maybe a little too nice to wasn’t exactly an every day occurrence.

“sooo…” in an attempt to alleviate the tension, you offered your name. they had offered theirs in return, and you learned that the other guy was steve, and the girl was robin. and as robin promised, the three strangers had helped you move your few boxes and your mattress with no bed stand up the stairs and into your apartment.

steve rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the scarcity in the room. “you expecting a furniture delivery?”

you shrugged. “no. i didn’t really plan that far ahead.” steve only responded with a confused stare. you smiled, albeit a bit tersely. “i kind of just up and moved. kind of just planned to figure out the rest if i actually found a place.”

eddie admired that aspect in people. people who took their days once at a time—those were the kind of people who could roll with the worst of the punches.

“um. anyways,” you took a deep breath, offering the trio a genuine smile. “you guys didn’t have to help, but i really appreciate it. i should probably start deep cleaning this place, and there’s no way i’m letting you help me with that. but, if it’s cool, can i give you guys my number?”

“of course!” robin was quick to exchange her phone with yours, the two of you typing in your mobile numbers before steve offered up his phone as well. eddie grinned, quick to pull his phone out of his back pocket and hand it to you. it wasn't long after before you thanked them for the last time and held the door open for them to leave.

eddie would have to remember to text. always nice to play it friendly with the neighbors.

[felteppsters]

Love Bites

Pairings: Eddie Munson X fem!reader

Rating: PG13. Fluff. Swear words. They’re in their twenties. 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day. Eddie being Eddie, wants to give you a good day. But it doesn’t go as planned. 

Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: Guys, I’m not a writer. What is this lunatic doing to me?!  Thank you again to @lordhalbrand @blueeyesatnight @st-eve-barnes @something-tofightfor and @withoutaplease  for being my hype team. Also, I know this is trash. That’s okay.  But I hope its mildly good trash and you maybe enjoy the ride? Okay bye &lt;3

1994. Hawkins, Indiana 

The night that you and Eddie had confessed that you were head over heels for one another had opened a door that the two of you were ready to walk through hand in hand together. Initially, you thought you might have to learn a few things about one another, but it was quickly realized that no, no that wasn’t the case. The only difference to your dynamic was that instead of his lips on your forehead, the crown of your head or your cheek, his lips made themselves home on your own. Like they were made to be. 

The sound of a car backfiring caused your eyes to blink open, the morning sun peaking in through the dark curtains that separated the light and the darkness of Eddie’s bedroom. The two of you had spent the weekend leading up to today together. Wayne had mentioned going fishing with his buddies, and you made sure that he had two six packs to enjoy himself - as long as he promised not to drink and boat. 

He had said that it was his Valentine’s Day present to the two of you.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling his body heat, half curled around you. Sometime during the night, Eddie had shifted to lay on his back, his other arm still curled up beneath you, beneath your pillow. You shifted, turning over until you could take in his features. He was so peaceful when he was sleeping. His lips were parted, soft snores pouring out of them with each inhale. It brought a soft smirk to your lips - he was always adamant that he didn’t snore. You wished you had a blank cassette tape so that you could record your proof. 

His messy, unruly, beautiful brown curls made a pillow around his head. The light cascading in and making it look like a soft, chestnut crown. You shifted, letting your hand reach out to brush a stubborn curl that obscured your view. 

Satisfied, you placed your hand on his chest, just over the recently healed tattoo. The two of you had gotten matching tattoo’s for Christmas. It had been something you’d been talking about for a few years now, before you and Eddie had finally had that chat inside his van. 

It obviously was not your first Christmas together, but it was your first Christmas together as a couple. You didn’t want to do anything crazy, or go out and get things for each other. Though the little shit-head did buy you a guitar pick necklace of your own, with a small engraving. It was simple. Just said ‘Merry Christmas xx - E.M’ It was fastened on a silver chain. It had become a stable in your wardrobe once he had placed it around your neck. 

The tip of your finger began to trace the outside of the small dragon, curled around a D20 as if it were protecting it. The small dragon had a smile on it’s face as it slept, just like the owner it was apart of. Yours was nearly identical. The only differences in it, was that it was flipped 180, and the the dragon was shaded, coloured in black. The two of you had gone the yin and yang route. You were always each others better halves, since you were children, so it only made sense. 

You guys had been discussing it in the comings weeks before Christmas had hit - and after - you’d both been saving up for two months at this point, but there was nothing that really stuck out to either of you. You’d gone to the local shops and asked for ideas, looked through books, but nothing. Nothing stuck out until Eddie was setting up for his next campaign once Christmas Break was over. He was surrounded by his books, papers strewn across his bed - almost like they’d been discarded. You knew better, of course. Eddie wouldn’t just toss a piece away like that, not when it was in perfect condition.

You had been laying on his bed, your head pressed against his shoulder as he sat on the floor, his back pressed up against the edge of his mattress. It was a bit of an awkward position, but you were letting your fingers slip through his curls, your nails scratching at his scalp. He was mumbling to himself, every now and then getting your opinion on a pathing detail for his campaign - once you promised not to spoil it for the rest of Hellfire of course. You rolled over onto your stomach, resting your chin on your arms as you eyed the pieces of paper scattered around him like a tornado had hit. The corner of something caught your eye and you reached for it. “Hey Eddie…” You started off softly, letting your eyes run over the little doodle on it. 

His simple response was a soft ‘hm?’ as you pulled his concentration from the chaos in front of him. 

“What about this?” You asked, gesturing to the drawing in your hand.

“What about it?”

It took him a moment, just a moment, before a slow grin began to pull at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what you were asking, and he knew that there was no better answer. 

The appointment for the matching tattoos were set for a month later. 

Your finger continued to gently trace the soft healing skin - it was no longer peeling, or falling apart, but it was still shiny and new. The soft pressure of your finger caused the man next to you to suck in a deep breath, his arms encasing you as they pulled you closer to him. The ends of his hair tickled your nose at the movement. A sound made its way out of you at the action, causing him to pull you in that much tighter, his lips brushing the crown of your head. 

“G’morning,” he mumbled. His voice was thick and deep with sleep. You loved the way it sounded in the morning. There was an underlying gravelly tone that made you want to stay beneath the covers for the rest of the day.

You let out a hum as you nuzzled your nose against his chest. His hand ran up and down your spine, the old Iron Maiden t-shirt of his bunching up with each movement. “Morning, Munson.” With a little bit of a squeak, you rolled onto your back to stretch, his arm still trapped beneath you - not that he’d ever complain. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” you murmured through a yawn.

A second later, you were no longer staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, but the wall as Eddie all but yanked his arm out from underneath you in his hurry to get out of bed. You rolled over, blinking the tiredness and confusion from your eyes as you watched him scramble out of the bed. His foot got tangled in the process and he fell to the ground with a thump.

The urge to laugh was so strong that you had to pull your lips between your teeth, dragging your body across the mattress to see him looking like a rather flat pancake. “Eddie,” you started, your hand coming out to tug at the hem of his blue checkered boxers. “You okay?”

A groan rose from the pancake as he struggled to roll over onto his back. You moved to rest your chin on the edge of his mattress, a look of concern on your face as you tugged at the hemmed leg of his boxers once more. 

“Despite feeling like Wile E. Coyote falling for one of the Road Runners traps, I think I’m good. No broken bones or anything, so that’s good.” 

You couldn’t help but snort, “Are we referring to the blanket as the Road Runner or…” You trailed off, your brows pushing up to your forehead.

Eddie smirked, lifting his head off of the floor, looking up at you from his position, his body still tangled awkwardly in the blanket. “You’re more of a Black Widow, babe.” 

The response to his comment was a pillow colliding with his face. Eddie chuckled as he pulled the offending object to the floor. “I meant that in a good way! You’ve ensnared me in your trap, gonna eat me alive one day.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled yourself out of the bed, slinking past him. “You’re such a dork, Munson.” 

His hands shot out to snatch your waist, yanking you down into his lap with a squeal. You immediately settled in there, catching your breath as your arms moved to wind themselves around his neck. 

“But I’m you’re dork, right?”

The look on his face was like a puppy. A puppy begging for his midnight treat, a puppy that you couldn’t ever deny. “You are absolutely my dork,” you replied, your voice a soft whisper as you leaned in to brush a kiss to his lips. 

You could feel yourself beginning to immediately melt into the kiss, but it was over much too soon. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze before pulling back, a small, honest pout still on his lips. Your brows shot up in question. 

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed,” he mumbled, toying with the hem of the shirt you borrowed. 

“That’s why you got out of bed like a bat out of hell? Oh, Munson.” Your finger tips smoothed out the soft crease and worry lines that fell onto his face. “You know you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but this is our first Valentine’s day, and I just wanted to start it off right.”

The smile that fell on your lips was one that you wouldn’t even be able to suppress if you wanted to. “I don’t deserve you, you know that?”

“Oh babe, you deserve everything in this world - and I’m going to do what I can to give it to you.” 

“Can we just start with maybe a bowl of cereal?”

“Anything for you, Princess.” 

The drive to Starcourt Mall was as uneventful it usually was. Though you were in the passenger seat, fiddling with the name tag that continued to prick your finger over and over. 

“Fuck!” You swore, looking down at the small hole that began to turn red.

“You keep letting that thing prick you, I might just have to take it from you.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, side eyeing him slightly as you continued to try and fasten it to your vest. “What - you gonna go all knight in shining armour, babe? You know I’m not a damsel in distress.”

The snort that came from the man next to you caused you to reach out and smack him in the arm. He let out a chuckle, his hand coming out to rub where you had smacked it. “Okay okay! So you’re not a damsel, nor are you in distress, but you’re my girlfriend - and you’re getting your ass kicked by a little pin.”

You felt your face warm, while butterflies began to swarm in your tummy. It had been almost five months since that night at Lover’s Lake, but it still made you giddy when he called you his girlfriend. Your bottom lip began to jut out in a soft pout. Eddie let out another laugh as he pulled into his normal parking spot at the mall - near the back. Sometimes when your breaks lined up at the same time you liked to hang out in his van and just be yourselves for al little bit. 

Putting the trusty van in park, Eddie reached over to cup your cheek. His guitar calloused thumb caressed the pouting bottom lip, a soft smile quirking at the corner of his own. “You’re cute when you pout, babe. Give it to me.” He stated, his hand slipping from your cheek to hold it out. You regretfully placed the offending pin into his palm, letting him pin it to your vest without a single problem. 

“You know, I don’t always have an issue with it.”

“I know, but we all have our bad days, and good days.” He replied, smoothing down the vest a bit before giving you his signature grin. “You gonna behave yourself today?”

“Hey, if Mr Callhoon decides to pop by with his Rice Krispies, I can’t be held accountable.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re gonna fall in love with him and his Rice Krispies - disappearing into the night. The way he looks at you sometimes…”

You snorted, “Eddie, he’s 76. He looks at everything the same way, as in he has to squint to even notice who he’s talking to.”

He paused for a moment, “Are you telling me that when I caught him staring at me the other day, he wasn’t looking at me like I was a piece of meat? I feel so disheartened.” 

“Seriously. Maybe I should be worried about you going off into the sunset with him.”

“Nah, you’re it for me, babe. Remember - you’re the Black Widow.”

Rolling your eyes, you slipped out of the van, waiting for him to meet you at your door before linking fingers with him. It was a blessing to be working out of the same area. You were on the ground floor, and he was on the bottom. Your respective work places - Waldenbooks and Sam Goody - weren’t exactly in each others line of sight, but your hours usually lined up close enough where you could ride to and from work together. There were days where they didn’t, but they were few and far between and easy to work around. 

Pausing at the base of the escalators, the place eerily quiet as it wasn’t open to the public for the day yet, you gave Eddie’s hand a soft squeeze. “Breaks at 11:15 today.”

“Shit,” Eddie replied, rubbing his hand over his face. “Mine’s not until 1. It’s gonna be a long day.”

“Shit.” You echoed his words, giving his hand a bit of another squeeze. “At least you’ll only be a few hours until we’re off.”

Eddie gave your hand another squeeze, “See you at 4, babe. Raise some hell.” He brought your hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back, before stepping onto the escalator and going to the bottom floor. 

“See you when our sentences are over,” you promised. 

You watched as Eddie went backwards down the elevator, a stupid smirk on his face until he stumbled once his feet caught the solid ground. You let out a soft gasp, moving to the railing, making sure that he was good and not about to be the escalators victim. He stood up, brushing off his pants and giving you a big grin, his arms stretched out to the sides before he bowed as if it were all planned. 

“You’re fucking ridiculous, Munson!” You called down to him.

He shot you a wink, “You wound me!”

You just rolled your eyes, a matching smirk on your lips as you gave him a wave, turning to head into the bookstore. 

It wasn’t the worst place to work, though it wasn’t entirely the best either. It really depended on what kind of mood that your boss was in. Thankfully, it seemed like today Mrs Jameson was in a good mood - something about her husband waking her up with roses and a necklace. 

Which meant you were going to have a breeze of a day. 

Eddie on the other hand? Well, his day wasn’t going as great. He had wanted your first Valentine’s Day with him to be a great one - the bar to raise all bars. He knew that you didn’t want him to do anything crazy, but he wanted to. He wanted to give you another best day ever.

After the morning didn’t go as planned, he vowed that the rest of the day would be. Only, when he got to work, his boss wasn’t in a good mood. He was angry at the way that Eddie had some of the vinyls displayed, angry that he couldn’t read Mr Williams mind and put on the vinyl that he wanted to listen to. He was on Eddie like hawk, no matter what the metal head did, it was wrong.  

He was trying not to let it get to him, trying not to let the way that he was being treated ruin his day. He had things he had to do. Things that were more important to him than the way that Mr Williams glared holes through the back of his skull the entire day. Clearly, something wasn’t going right at home.

When work was finally over, Eddie managed to get out a few minutes before you - it was like Mr Williams finally had enough of him and told him to go home. He looked at least a little bit apologetic, he would give him that. After clocking out, Eddie slipped out of record store and made a beeline toward the chocolate shop. He wasn’t able to get there during his break, as Mr Williams had revoked it from him. 

Thankfully, they still had some heart shaped chocolates left, and a bouquet of roses. Looking down at the watch that surrounded his left hand, he realized he was cutting it close. He booked it out of the mall, toward his van and hid the goodies in the back, covering them up with blanket that was used during the date nights out by Lovers Lake. When he was sure that everything was secure, safe, hidden, he made his way back to the mall. Just in time for you to be slipping out of the bookstore, a wide grin on your lips. 

The second he saw you grin, the day he had began to melt away. He moved toward you like a magnet, his arms slipping around you instantly, as he buried his face into your neck.

You let out a soft noise, your hand slipping up into his curls and running your fingers against his scalp. “Hey, you.” You started, your free arm wrapping around his back. “You okay?” 

“M’better now,” He replied, his voice muffled by your shirt. 

“Mr Jack-off didn’t get laid this morning, did he?” You felt more than heard his soft chuckle against your body, which was your confirmation that he was a bit of a dick today. “I’m sorry, baby. Come on, lets get home, yeah?” Pulling away slightly, your hands came up to cup his cheeks, as you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. 

Eddie nodded, his hand slipping to yours to lace your fingers together to lead the way. You let him lead, your free hand slipping to your book bag, double checking to make sure that you had everything inside. Satisfied, you closed it up and put all your focus on the kicked puppy that was your boyfriend. 

“So,” he started, “I had plans to take you to the new Mini Putt place? The one that we’d been watching for a bit, waiting for it to die down? Well, a pipe burst and they were closed. I wasn’t sure where else to take you, so I thought maybe… Maybe we could go to Crazy 8’s Roller. We can rent skates for an hour, and then head back to my place for the night?”

“I think that’s perfect.” You grinned. 

“Cool!” 

Okay, that seemed to put him in a slightly better mood.

Turning his van onto the path toward the roller rink, his fingers tapped against the steering wheel to the music that played softly over the radio. 

It didn’t take long until they reached the rink, rented their skates and were laughing while making your way in a continuous loop.

You didn’t roller skate too often, but enough where you could at least move forward. You were a bit wobbly on your feet, but that was okay. Eddie noticed. Even though he wasn’t very steady on his own feet often, he reached out to take your hand in his own, giving you a bit of a lifeline. 

You were thankful that no one you knew well enough was around. You wanted Eddie to enjoy his time. You didn’t want someone to slip in and be an asshole toward him. 

Things were going well for most of the hour, until you took the turn a little too sharply. Your ankle gave out from beneath you, rolling in the skate and sending you to the ground. Eddie tried to catch you, but ended up falling with you. His hands shot out to catch his fall, making sure that he didn’t squish you. The other snuck behind your head quickly to make sure you didn’t smack it on the ground. 

You stared up at him for a moment, most people just skating on, ignoring the couple on the ground. Some stopped to observe, make sure you two were okay before continuing to skate. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. 

You continued to stare up at him, before laughing. Just fucking laughing. He followed suite moments after, burying his face in your neck. His hair cocooned the two of you, his body shaking from his laughter. 

You weren’t sure how long the two of you were laying there, but the time did come where Eddie struggled to stand, and helped you up. Your ankle gave out immediately and your hands shot out to grip at his arms, steadying yourself with his help.

“Shit, did you roll your ankle?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “You know how shitty these things are. I swear they’re out to get me.” 

Nodding, he slipped his arm around your waist, “Hold onto me.” He led you off the rink floor, slipping out of his stakes immediately. He crouched in front of you as if you were his Queen, sitting upon her throne. His fingers plucking at the laces, gingerly slipping first one, then the one that surrounded your injured ankle. 

Eddie lifted up your pant leg, pulled down your sock a bit to get a look at your ankle. He shifted it, gently, back and forth, keeping an eye on your wincing. “There isn’t any swelling yet,” he started. “Wanna try and stand?” With a nod, and his help, you let him help you to your feet. You put more of your weight on the one foot for a moment, before testing the waters. Putting more and more weight on the injured one, you tested the pain. 

“I think it’s okay,” you started. “It doesn’t feel like a full sprain, just a soft roll or something. I think I can walk.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, yeah I think we’re good.”

“Do you wanna go back out there or go home?”

You checked the clock on the wall of the rink, there was only about fifteen minutes left now and you just shrugged, “I think I’d rather just go home? If that’s okay. I want to shower.”

“Okay.” 

Eddie bent down and helped you with your Converse, before slipping into his white Reeboks. 

The ride back was quiet. You knew that he was silently blaming himself for getting you hurt, but it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault that your body hated you, and your ankles liked to give out on you more often than not. You remembered when in your first year at Hawkins high, when you were on crutches for a week after falling off a curb. Your ankle had snapped. Eddie had thought you had broken your ankle, but you really just injured your ligament. It felt like a break, if you were being honest. Your foot swelled up, and was covered in the nastiest of bruises. 

Casting a quick look over at him, you could tell he just wanted to get you home. Get you back to the trailer he shared with Wayne. You couldn’t wait to be able to at least get a small trailer of your own with Eddie - if it was something he still wanted. You’d talked about it often, and hoped that it would be on the table. It would be a hell of a lot easier to spend time together without having to hope you can have one trailer or the other to yourselves. It would take a while, but it was a goal that you worked together toward. You’d still be close to your families, which you knew was very important to Eddie. He didn’t want to abandon his uncle, which you completely understood, and admired. 

It was definitely a sight for sore eyes to see the trailer park coming into view. You stepped out, your arms reaching up above your head to stretch a bit. You leaned against the hood of his van, watching him for a moment as he got out and did the same. You couldn’t help but smile at him, “I’m gonna go shower, wash the sweat off.”

Eddie nodded eyeing you a bit to make sure you weren’t limping. Spreading his arms along the metal frame, his eyes scanning your face with a soft sigh. “Come on over after?”

There was a scoff that left your lips, “As if I would have planned anything else. I’ll see you in a hour?”

“You know where I live, babe.”

Snorting, you smacked your hand lightly on the hood a couple of times before turning on your heel and heading back toward your trailer. You didn’t hear him scramble to get in the back of his van, closing the doors as quietly as he could before scrambling into the trailer. 

Eddie let out a soft sigh as he toed off his boots and slipped further into the trailer, his brown eyes scanning the cupboards as he grabbed the ingredients for dinner. You had no idea that he was planning on making you food, spaghetti to be exact. He knew that he had about an hour before you made your way over, so he knew that he had lots of time. 

Rummaging through the cupboards and fridge, he found the unopened package of raw noodles, marinara and ground beef. He’d asked Wayne to pick some of the ingredients up for him on his way home from work. Licking his lips, he eyed the food on the counter, “You’ve got this,” He murmured to himself. How hard could making spaghetti be?

He placed the roses, and heart-shaped box of chocolate on the counter before burrowing beneath the sink to find the two piece burner gas powered stove. Plugging it in, he twisted the nobs until he had a bit of a fire going beneath the burners. He’d made Mac and cheese multiple times on one of these things, he could make spaghetti. 

Opening up the plastic package of meat, he did a quick sniff test, and finding that it was suitable, he tossed it into the pan that had been warming up on the one burner. One hand began to stir the meat, while he looked at the watch on his left hand. It had been ten minutes, he had plenty of time before you made your appearance. This was going to be easy. 

Before he knew it, there was a soft rap of a knock on the metal door, just a second before you slipped in, a smile on your face. Your hair still wet from your shower, but you were in a pair of jeans and one of his shirts. Honestly, seeing you in his clothing was one of his favourite things to witness. 

“Something smells amazing,” You commented, shutting the metal door behind you with a click. You were in the midst of toeing your own shoes off before Eddie came over to you, holding out the bouquet of roses he’d bought earlier today. You immediately melted. “Aw, Eddie,” you murmured, reaching out to take the plastic wrapped stems. “Baby they’re beautiful.” 

“I wanted to get you black roses, but they’d just sold their last batch.” 

“Local mob getting ready for a hit?”

“Probably.” He grinned.

You knew Hawkins wouldn’t ever have any vendors selling black roses - they condemned Eddie for his love of his music, calling him Satanic. There was no chance in hell that they’d allow something as simple and beautiful as the selling of a black rose. 

“You got anything I ca-“ you paused, smirking a bit as Eddie held his hand up, effectively stopping your question.

“Way ahead of you. I was gonna put them in water before you got here, but I figured you might want to the the honours.” He made his way back from the kitchen, a small vase full of water in his hand as he held it out to you. 

With the vase and bouquet in hand, you made your way over to the couch, placing the items on the table. “It really does smell good, Eddie.”

The wave of pride that rolled off of him made you smile as the couch dipped beneath his weight while he sat next to you. He ran his hand up and down your back, tracing your spine, playing with the ends of your hair while you unwrapped the bouquet. 

“You know you didn’t have to do any of this, right?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at him briefly.

“I know, but I feel like it’s kind of our thing now. Our firsts, at least. Gotta make it the best for you.” Tugging on the ends of your hair softly, he pulled himself up so that he was leaning his elbows on his knees. The chains on his leather jacket clinking softly against one another. 

“Who knew that you really were such a sap, Eddie Munson?”

“You tell a soul, and I’m going to have to kill you.” 

You nudged his shoulder with your own, your hand reaching for one of the roses to snip the end of of it. You weren’t paying attention. Your finger caught on one of the thorns, causing you to let out a gasp, jerking back in shock. The thorn stuck in your thumb, pulling on the skin. “Ow, fuck!”

Eddie’s face went from over the moon to concern as you gasped out in pain. “Shit, baby what happened?”

You yanked your hand from the rose stem, effectively having the thorn tug a bit more on your skin before it was finally released. “Thorn,” You murmured, bringing your finger to your lips. You could taste the copper immediately. Copper mixed with the earthy tone from the thorn and stem. 

“Shit,” Eddie swore, pushing himself off of the couch immediately. He strode his way over to the cabinets on the other side of the kitchen - right next to the little breakfast nook - and went in search for the small box of bandaids that Wayne kept handy. Of course, it made sense to keep them in the bathroom where a lot of the supplies were, but it was just handier to have them closer to the kitchen. Eddie was a bit of a handful when he was a kid, and then when you came along it was like double the trouble and endangerment to yourselves. Neither of you watched where you were going half the time. 

He grabbed a bandaid, and a wet cloth before making his way back to his spot next to you on the couch. He placed the items on the table next to the vase, shoving his denim vest and leather jacket crumble ball off the edge of the couch arm rest, letting it fall to the floor next to the touch. “Here, gimme.” He demanded gently, his one hand reaching out for yours, gently pulling the injured digit from between your lips, while the other grabbed the wet cloth. 

“It might sting.” He murmured, wincing as you did while he cleaned up some of the bits that the thorn may have left behind. When he was satisfied, he wrapped it  snuggly and securely with the pale bandaid. “There.” He whispered, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss to it. 

You softened, your heart melting during the entire interaction with him. “Softie,” you murmured, giving him a soft smile and his hand a squeeze until he was able to smile back. 

“You okay?” 

You nodded, bringing your joined hands to your own lips to press a gentle kiss to the back of his knuckles. “Tis but a scratch,” you grinned. “It’s just a thorn, I’ll be alright. I mean, they do hurt like fuckers, but I’ll survive.”

A goofy, lopsided grin fell on Eddie’s lips as he slipped his hand to the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his in a soft kiss. He leaned back, wrapping his other hand around your waist to hoist you into his lap, your lips never leaving his own. Your arms circled themselves around his neck, your lips moving in a perfect, synchronized dance as his hands gripped your waist. 

“Happy Valentines day, baby,” he murmured against your lips, tugging on the ends of your hair gently. 

You hummed in response, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “Was this your plan? Buttering me up with some roses, and a nice smelling meal? Doing all of this just to get me in your lap?”

“I mean, you were gonna end up here anyway,” he teased, giving your waist a squeeze and chuckling at the soft smack of your hand against his chest. “Which speaking of…” he trailed off, giving your ass a bit of a pat to get you off of his lap. He helped shift you onto the couch before hoisting himself with a grunt, making his way toward the kitchen. 

You watched him for a moment, before going back to working with the roses - being careful not to prick yourself this time. 

You were so focused on what was in front of you, listening to Eddie stirring and humming one of the songs he’d been working on, that you weren’t fully paying attention. It wasn’t until you heard him swear, before you lifted your head, a look of concern on your lips. You placed the roses aside, knowing you’ll come back to trimming the edges later, and went to check on him. “Eddie? What’s wrong? You okay?”

“Fuck,” he swore again, “I… I was trying to sprinkle a little salt into the meat sauce, but the fucking cap fell off and..” He paused, holding up the empty salt shaker.

“Oh Eddie, that’s okay.” You started, your hand coming up to place itself on his back, running up and down his spine.  “Fuck, I thought that you burnt yourself or something. It’s just sauce, it can be redone. If there isn’t any ground beef left, that’s okay. We can just start over.” You promised.

Eddie sighed, hanging his head a bit, and that’s when the smell of burning began to waft through the air, followed by smoke to the left of them. 

“What the fuck…” Eddie trailed off, you looking over his shoulder to see that the noodles he’d been let simmering.. no longer had water in the pot. They were burning, sticking to the pan. “Oh shit! What the fuck!?” Pushing himself away from the sauce he’d been pouting over, pushing you stumbling back slightly as he raced over to the pot. He quickly turned off the burner, snatched the pot by the handle and rushed toward the sink. The handle snapped off, causing the pot and noodles come crashing down. It clattered against the sink, before bounding and landing upside down on the floor - leaving a trail of gooey and burnt noodles in its wake. 

You watched, a somber look on your face as Eddie let out a small whimper. He leaned against the counter, sliding down until he was resting on the floor. He made sure that he was a good distance away from the mess that he’d created. Swallowing, you avoided the mess, and his lanky legs to turn the burner off what held the meat sauce pan. Wanting to make sure that the sauce didn’t end up a victim to the heat. 

“Who burns noodles?” Eddie murmured to himself. “Like honestly, who the fuck burns spaghetti noodles? It’s water! It’s water and fucking noodles!” 

“I’m sure lots of people do.”

“Babe, don’t lie to me to try and make me feel better.”

“I’m not, at least I’m not trying to. It’s a new burner, isn’t it? A new stove? It’s not hard to not know how hot things should be - right? It’s easy to have the heat on too high and the water just couldn’t compensate.” 

Eddie let out a soft sigh, looking up at you from his place on the floor. “You’re too good to me,” he mumbled. His voice soft, and slightly defeated. He paused, reaching up, carefully, behind him in search of the heart shaped box full of chocolates. “At least there is still this.” Another pause, and he let out a small moan - the box was hot. “No, oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” he trailed off, lifting the lid. “Fuck me.” He banged his head against the cabinet behind him. 

You frowned, moving to crouch next to him on the floor, offering your hand slightly to take the box from him. Lifting the lid, you got a look at what he had been worried about. The chocolate had melted. It was obviously sitting too close to the gas powered stove. “Oh,” you murmured. Lifting your eyes from the melted chocolate, you could see that he looked run down. He looked broken, and defeated, and it made your heart ache. You saw his bottom lip tremble.

“I wanted today to be perfect. I wanted it, I wanted our first Valentine’s Day to be one that would top any other future ones. It was our first, and I just,” he let out a groan, his head banging against the cabinet again. “Nothing has gone right today. I knew that I was a fuck up, but I didn’t know…”

Closing up the box, you shuffled closer to him and placed it on the counter where he’d grabbed it from. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, “Hey, hey.” You started, “Hey, no no, it’s okay. Baby, it’s okay.” You tried to angle his head to look at you but he wasn’t budging. “Edward Munson, you fucking look at me right now.” You snapped. That got his attention. 

“You big, lovable idiot,” you murmured, your hands brushing the hair from his face. “None of this ever mattered, okay? Not danger roses, not the noodles, the sauce, not even the chocolates. All I wanted today was to spend time with you.”

“Yeah but we do that every day. I wanted it to be special.”

“You don’t get it, do you? Eddie, I’m going to sound like a romance novel here and if you repeat it to anyone, I’m breaking up with you.” You weren’t serious, of course, and knew that he knew that but you had to get the point across. “Every day with you is special. I don’t need any of this mushy crap. I was honestly just ready to curl up on the couch and watch a stupid movie. You know me, Munson. All of this shit? It’s not me. I’m so thankful that you thought to do it, and I’ll warm my cold dead heart for years to come, but you know that you didn’t have to do any of this.” 

Eddie let out a soft sigh, his hands coming up to rest on yours, linking your fingers together. “Sweetheart…” he started.

You shook your head, “Okay look. Here’s the plan okay? You’re going to go shower, and wash this stupid day off, yeah? When you get out, we’re going to start over, and do Valentine’s Day our way.”

“Our way?” 

“Yeah. Just you and me, Eddie. That’s all that we need.”

Eddie paused, taking in a deep breath before nodding. He stood with your help, turning to look mournfully at the mess that was made.

“Hey, don’t worry about any of this. Go. Go shower.” Placing your hands on his back, you turned him and gave him a little bit of a nudge to make his way down toward the bathroom.

Waiting, it was only about five minutes before you heard the squeaking protest of the pipes as the shower was turned on. A sigh left your lips, bringing your hands together to let out a soft clap. “Alright. Let’s do this.” Reaching for the phone on the wall, you called for a large pizza and wings. With that settled, it was time to tackle everything else. 

There wasn’t much to clean up, the noodles were really the only biggest issue, but you could handle that. Getting the burnt noodles off of the pan might be a bit more of a challenge, but you decided to let them soak for a bit after throwing the rest of the offending noodles into the garbage. You also dumped the sauce and cleaned up the pan, writing down on the list of groceries to get more salt after you refilled the shaker. 

You put the melted chocolate into the freezer to harden up - just because they were melted didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be any good for later. Sometimes frozen chocolate was better. It would make that loud crunch each time you bit into it. 

Satisfied with how the kitchen was cleaned up, you got to work on finishing the flowers. Giving them their new home after trimming the ends, you placed it on the small two seater kitchen table that Eddie and Wayne would share a meal at. 

Scurrying over to the bag that you brought over, you pulled out the VHS you had rented a few days ago from Family Video. Both Steve and Robin questioned your romantic movie taste, but it wasn’t supposed to be romantic. Popping it in, you set it all up to play when Eddie was done with his shower. 

You also pulled out a small box, grinning to yourself as you checked for the third time that day that it was still safe inside. 

You were grateful that he was taking his time in there, he very obviously needed it. 

The water turned off, and you watched as Eddie, head down and towel wrapped around his waist, head toward his room to change. He shut the door behind him, which let you continue to set everything up without him noticing. 

The delivery man pulled up a minute later, and you slipped out quietly to get it before he knocked on the metal door. Thanking him, you slipped back inside to get the last bit of the new Valentine’s Day dinner ready. Plates, two beers for the two of you, and lots of napkins. 

The door to Eddie’s bedroom finally opened. He shuffled out from the room, his bare feet pitter pattering against the carpeted floor. He had changed into a pair of black sweats, and a ratty old dark blue tank top. His hair was wet, but you could see the curls already starting to move back into place. He paused when he saw that you had cleaned up, ordered dinner and got everything ready.

“Sweetheart…” he started softly, looking around at everything. “Baby, you didn’t have to do any of this. Especially clean up after my mess.”

You just shrugged, “I know, but I wanted to. You were doing all of it for me, so I wanted to help out in any way that I could.”

“Shit,” he started, moving toward you, his hands reaching out to your face. He brought your lips to his, “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, pulling back to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“Nah, but that’s okay.” You grinned, taking his hand in your own and leading him back toward the couch. You parked yourself next to him, reaching for the little cardboard box and handing it to him. The perplexed look on his face caused you to grin. 

“What is this?”

“I mean, you could open it and get your answer that way.” You teased. 

Eddie smirked, flipping the lid to the box open. His reaction caused warmth to run through you. His laugh was one of your favourite sounds. The grin on his face was an image you loved to fall asleep to. 

His long, thin fingers reached into the box and plucked out a ring pop. A cherry one to be exact. He held it up, the grin still plastered on his face as he looked at you.

You shrugged in response, “You never gave me one on our third date. So, I figured that I had to take matters into my own hands. Here. Gimme.” Holding out your hand, you waited for him to give it to you. You took the ring pop, and slipped it home onto his ringless finger, the one that was always home to his skull one. He always took them off before having a shower. 

“Does it suit me?” He asked, holding his hand up, showing off the red candy. 

“Best piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen on you, babe.” 

Grinning still, he cupped the back of your head and brought you in for another kiss. “Thank you baby,” he whispered. “For.. all of this. Everything.” 

You just shrugged, “I’m the best girlfriend in the world, it’s what I do.” You reached over for the VCR remote, pressing play on the movie. You watched as Eddie focused in on the beginning, and knowing it by heart, he let out another laugh.

“You rented us My Bloody Valentine? I knew I loved you for a reason.” 

“Eh, what can I say? I know you.” 

Adjusting himself on the couch, Eddie stretched his long legs out and pulled you into him. You reached for the two plates that had two slices each and handed Eddie his. He curled his legs around yours, in what you always thought didn’t look comfortable. His arms and plate circling your body as the two of you ate the pizza and drank your beers. Watching one of the cheesiest horror flicks that either of you had laid eyes on. You honestly would have rather gone with one of the Halloween movies, or even Friday the 13th, but nothing felt, or fit better than My Bloody Valentine. 

This was what the two of you needed.

You didn’t need a big day, a good meal. A crazy, extravagant outing. 

You just needed pizza, beer, a stupid movie and the love of your life. You knew that that was all he needed too. 

It was the best Valentine’s Day that you could have ever asked for. 

[slxsherwriter]

Hello and welcome to my depraved little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of slasher and horror characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Who I write for:

Michael Myers (primarily Rob Zombie based)

Corey Cunningham

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Rusty Nail

Eric Newlon

Jesse Cromeans

Asa Emory

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Ethan Landry

Mickey Altieri

Jedidiah Sawyer

Tex Sawyer

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

John Ryder

Leslie Vernon

Ethan Belfrage

Dr. Richard Sommers

Lawrence O'Neill

Lawrence Gordon

Robert Englund characters

Wayne Jackson (A Good Day for It)

Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing)

Dr. Peter Andover (Fear Clinic)

Professor William Wexler (Urban Legend)

Doc Halloran (Behind the Mask)

Dr. Anton Rudolph (Python)

Jim Bickerman (Lake Placid)

Mayor Buckman (2001 Maniacs)

Warden Kane (The Funhouse Massacre)

Inkubus (Inkubus)

Sheriff Richard Berger (Heartstopper)

Scratch Monahan (Windfall)

Detective Gassner (Criminal Minds)

Mr. Meredith (Natty Knocks)

Tim Wexler (MacGyver)

Vaughn (Hunter)

Lyle Eckert (Walker Texas Ranger)

Costas Mandylor characters

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

The Warden (Death Count)

John Shepherd (Bloodthirst)

Agent Cole Bennett (Night of the Sicario)

Cylus Atkinson (The Horde)

Raymond Crowe (Saints & Sinners)

Jim (Blackout)

Chase Harper (Primal Doubt)

Stephan Lang characters

Norman Nordstrom (Don’t Breathe)

The Party Crasher (The Hard Way)

Miles Quartich (Avatar)

Fred Parras (VFW)

Holt Ramsey (A Good Marriage)

John Korver(Gridlocked)

Tony Cobb (Monkey Paw)

Nathaniel Taylor (Terra Nova)

Richard Brake characters

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane (3 From Hell)

Doom-head (31)

Dean Portman (Doom)

Otis Clairborne (RIPD 2)

William Colcott (The Gates)

Mr. Big (Bingo Hell)

Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang (The Munsters)

Norman Tyrus (A Good Day For It)

Bill Moseley characters

Otis Driftwood

Luigi Largo (Repo)

Darryl (Old 37)

Logan Burnhardt (Dead Air)

Frank (Fair Game)

Doc (Shed of the Dead)

Zach Garrett (Halloween)

Jake Spooler (The Practice)

Abner Honeywell (Natty Knocks)

Gimple (Minutes to Midnight)

Captain Harris (Welcome to Horrorwood series)

Farmer Sam (Hayride to Hell)

Bruce (Boar)

Jacob Sutter (The Horde)

Peter Van Hooten (The House of the Witchdoctor)

Deputy Henry Depford (Dead Souls)

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Topics/Characters I Do Write For:

fem!reader or gn!reader

smut, angst, hurt/comfort, or fluff.

(from star wars) anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, grand admiral thrawn, kanan jarrus, hera syndulla, rebels!ahsoka tano, rey skywalker, poe dameron, din djarin, rogue one squad, padmé amidala, and the clones.

(from asoiaf) rhaenyra targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, williem blackwood, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, cregan stark, and helaena targaryen.

(from marvel) peter parker, stephen strange, hope van dyne, carol danvers, steve rogers, bucky barnes, tony stark, erik lehnsherr, jean grey, raven darkhölme, moon knight (all of the moonboys), and layla el-faouly.

(from the hunger games) haymitch abernathy, young!coriolanus snow, finnick odair, and johanna mason.

(from the wizarding world) the marauders, golden trio, and scamander brothers.

(from the vampire diaries universe) elena gilbert, the mikaelson siblings, tyler lockwood, bonnie bennett, hayley marshall, cami o'connell and enzo st. john.

benedict & francesca bridgerton!

(from percy jackson) luke castellan, and percy jackson.

edmond dantès, from the 2002 film of the count of monte cristo

adrian chase/vigilante

(from the boys) hughie, frenchie, annie january, and soldier boy.

ransom drysdale!

Topics/Characters I Don't Write:

clonecest.

incest (except for house of the dragon)

poly relationships (still new to the concept)

rape, pedophilia, non-con (including consensual somnophilia).

major character death

any real-life person x reader (know the difference between actor and character)

damon and stefan salvatore

Topics/Characters I Love to Write for:

elena gilbert

clones - if y'all give me a hunter request, expect it 1000000% fulfilled

cheesy tropes/headcanons

smut with plot

moon knight

hurt/comfort

desperate-prompted tropes from feelings like jealousy and angst.

song-based prompts! anything ranging from lady gaga to ac/dc to louis armstrong.

mutual pining.

headcanon list

happy endings!

If I fulfill your request, please do reblog the same! (P.S. Reviews/Comments are greatly appreciated along with the reblog <33)

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Fandoms I Write For:

Well, considering the account, just Red Dead Redemption here!

What I Will Write:

[character] x reader/oc - I won't write for anyone's specific oc, but you get the idea. Most likely gender-neutral or AFAB. Though, I prefer just regular character stuff and not reader/oc works

Angst - any sort of severity

Hurt/comfort

Hurt/no comfort

Sad endings

Dark topics

Triggering topics - I have no relevant triggers, so dw about the topic

Some canon divergence and AUs

Gore, blood, violence - no limits really

Fluff

DDDNE/3DNE

Non-sexual nudity

Drug, nicotine, and alcohol use

Profanity - I don't use GD

Mentions of mental health disorders

Challenges - like alphabets

18+ age gaps

One-shots, headcanons, scenarios, interactions, etc.

S*icide, self-harm topics - NO romanticizing

What I WON'T Write:

R*pe fantasies/kinks/etc.

Inc*st - this includes John x Arthur or John/Arthur x Dutch/Hosea

Anything p*do, underage, proship, etc.

Z*ophilia

Abortion

Non-canon [character] x [character]

Poems

Poly ships - just don't know how to write them

Crossovers

Underage romance

Pregnancy

Character Preferences:

Hosea Matthews

Susan Grimshaw

Orville Swanson

Dutch Van der Linde

Arthur Morgan

Kieran Duffy

Charles Smith

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Sean MacGuire

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Lenny Summers

Things to Remember:

English is my first language - if I write anything in a different language, please feel free to correct me on something!

I put TWs and CWs on stuff, but I don't take obscure CW/TW requests, just general stuff

Anything included in RDR like blood, violence, etc. can and will be included on this page

I won't necessarily do every request! It's never gonna be anything personal, I may just have no ideas or am uncomfy with the general topic

NOT spoiler free

I don't post full things here, just on ao3, but I do link them here

As stated previously, I prefer to write just for canon characters, not ship or x reader/oc stuff

[outpost51]

I missed blursday, but happy STS! Your characters are planning a heist: which job is taken up by which character?

--@oh-no-another-idea

Listen I missed most of last week in general lmao

I LOVE HEISTS. let's do the arsonist chronicles mom skwad (the crossfire milf squad + helix milf squad both have their own heist oneshots coming up)

cheryl -- the heist is her idea. she's both the mastermind and the muscle, but pam has to brush her coat out real good so she doesn't leave any werewolf fluff behind.

pam -- does not want to be here, but as her girlfriend has once again decided to cause problems on purpose, someone may as well chaperone. she is NOT amused that cheryl is yammering at the door rather than inviting her in.

denise -- as a registered slayer, she's got so much experience breaking into places meant to keep her, specifically, out. also she just got this new lockpick kit and she's been waiting for an excuse to try it out.

charlotte -- praying for the lot of them, but who is she to pass up an opportunity to live out a real true crime? she can't WAIT to tell rosie and faith about it at their next weeknight mommy-daughter night. she's holding denise's tools.

dottie -- crocheted matching balaclavas and made snacks. apparently, she used to break into government buildings and construction sites with her protest group back in the 70s. girl what--

regina -- cheryl's right hand bestie, co-mastermind, and owner of the biggest van. why are these two so good at planning heists??

joyce -- keeping the security guards occupied. she's got hours of inane bullshit to rattle off to them; that improv class she's been taking on the weekends really came in handy.

bonus: darren (cheryl's ex-husband) is their attorney on retainer. you know, "just in case."