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I think I'm in love with you
pairing: minho x gn!reader
summary: you and minho bickered a lot, simply two people that couldn't get along...but what if there was something more to it?
- warnings/tags: reader was first in the maze/leader position (think alby's position), enemies(ish??? but not really just like bickering a lot i guess) to lovers, quickly paced, i headcanon they have bonfires like every week or smth so if that timeline seems off that's why lmao
- no use of y/n!
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w.c: 1.6k
You and Minho were bickering, as usual. You were the first to arrive in the Glade, and ever since Minho arrived, there had always been some unspoken tension between the two of you. Everyone could see it.
"You know, Minho, if you spent less time running your mouth and more time running the maze, you might actually get us somewhere," you say, not even bothering to look up at him as you carve a spear from a big branch, the fire from the bonfire casting orange glows on all the boys around.
Minho's eyes narrow, but his smirk remains plastered on his face. "I don't see you running through any mazes for hours a day,"
"Well someone has to take care of everyone else here," you reply; and it was true. All you wanted to do was make sure everyone was okay. And Minho knew that too, he just loved being difficult when you're doing your job.
There's a long pause, a brief flicker of something that neither of you are willing to name. Minho's gaze lingers just a little longer than usual, but he quickly glances away, breaking the moment with that signature grin.
"How 'bout you go make yourself useful, huh?" you spoke, mindlessly continuing your carving—you've done it countless times.
"What, you're kicking me away already? Hate me that much?" He teased. Gosh, if you didn't feel the way you did about him he'd be spending the night in the pit under your call.
"Go do something else. Fry could use some help in the kitchen." You can't help but wonder if he had always been this irritatingly charming, even before the maze.
Minho held his hands up by his head in surrender. "I got it. I know when I'm unwanted."
You scoff under your breath, shaking your head as the wood chips away under your blade. When you hear his footsteps recede, you glanced up, watching his figure grow smaller and buried within the crowd of gladers.
The kitchen hut door swings open, welcoming Minho inside. Frypan was standing over the stove, cooking up some more appetizers to pass around the fire.
"Hey," Minho greets, meeting Fry's eyes as he looked over.
"Hey, what's up, man?"
"Nothin' much. Just seeing if I could be of any help in here."
"You could peel some more carrots, they're a fan favorite," Fry gestured to a cutting board with a few dirty carrots resting on top with a nod, making sure not to stray too far from the boiling pot in front of him.
Minho took his place in front of the board, picking up the peeler nearby and beginning to quietly do his job. If his mind wasn't so occupied with the thought of you, he'd probably be talking Fry's ear off. He didn't know what it was that night that suddenly changed every thought he's ever had about you. Little did he know, you felt it too.
His thoughts were interrupted by a very recognizable english accent. He didn't even hear the blonde boy come in.
"Just admit it already," Newt said, his arms crossed over his chest as he stood against the log frame of the wall.
"What?" Minho wondered. Wow, the boy was in deep denial, wasn't he?
"It's obvious to everyone but you two. It's getting annoying."
Minho set the tool and vegetable down and turned around, the heels of his palms bracing his body against the counter as he stared at Newt. "What're you talking about?"
Newt stated your name. And the way Minho's jaw tightened for a fraction of a second and the way a glimmer of something glossed across his eyes in a blink told Newt everything he needed to know. Or, confirmed everything he, and probably every other glader here, already knew.
"There's nothing between us, Newt. Except maybe irritation and-"
"Love?" New teased.
"Annoyance," Minho corrected.
"You sure there isn't more to it?" Frypan joined in, a knowing smile on his face.
"I'd prefer if we didn't encourage this conversation."
The second Frypan walked over with a wood board that held an array of more food, Minho grabbed it and walked out of the hut, eager to remove himself from the conversation he was topic of.
Minho passed on the platter to the nearest group of boys, allowing it to naturally circle through the bonfire. He met your eyes across the flickering flames of the tall fire, orange sparks crackling over the drowned out voices of those around him. He didn't break until you blinked away, and his jaw tensed as he turned back around.
This all felt too sudden, or is he only just now noticing it?
As the celebration died down and people slowly settled in their respected hammocks, the fire continued to crack as it grew smaller, glowing sparks floating down to the grass or disappearing in the night air. You had already left the gathering, earlier than many of the others, so you were long asleep.
If that wasn't for the thoughts that plagued your mind.
Crickets chirped and it wasn't until you were sure everyone had gone to sleep for the night that you sat up and planted your feet on the ground, rubbing a hand over your face once before you stood up.
Hearing the crunching of gravel under a pair of shoes, Minho turned his head. As much as you assumed everyone was asleep, Minho had been wide awake, replaying every interaction he's ever had with you since the moment you met. He watched as the rickety ladder shook with every step up it, settling back to stillness once your figure made it to the top of the look-out.
He knew he should stay put. He knew he should just leave you alone, you guys weren't even close like that. But there was some invisible rope that was gripping his body, drawing him towards you.
Quietly, he pushed himself up, careful not to shake the hammock too much to not wake anyone else. He made his way across the grass, the light of the moon above his only guidance. Minho climbed up the ladder, pausing when he saw you and then stepping once more to the platform.
You were sitting almost directly in the center, your knees pulled tightly against your chest with your arms locked around them, your eyes holding a look that seemed to have drifted off somewhere else. You didn't even glance at the boy until he sat down next to you with a low grunt.
"Hey," he said simply, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What'd'you need?" You reply, your gaze tracing the stars that scattered over the clear sky.
"I have to need something to follow you up here?"
"That's the only reason anyone follows me around."
"I wasn't following you around, I've followed you this one time."
"Liar."
"...Okay maybe. But you can't blame me."
"Oh yeah?"
He took a breath through his nose, glancing across the concrete walls in front of him, barely noticeable in the dark. "Yeah."
Silence. Until a low, guttural roar escaped up the maze walls. Grievers. Neither of you flinched
You sighed. "...Can I tell you something, Minho?"
"What?"
"...I'm really scared," you admitted.
It wasn't until then he turned his head to look at you. And boy, did he really look at you. "About what?"
"Everything."
He watched you. Silently.
"You, and every other kid down there does what I say," you begin, glancing in the direction of the sleeping gladers. "It's terrifying. Having so many lives in my hands, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing."
"...Why have you never said anything?" He questioned.
"I told Newt a little while back. Begged him to not tell anyone else, though. It'd make everyone else scared, too."
"So why are you telling me? Now?"
"I dunno," you shrugged. "...A few nights ago, when you barely made it out of the maze and we almost lost you and Alby and Thomas...something felt different. Like the air changed when I was around you."
"Changed how?" He was desperate to know how this would play out—if it'll be in his favor or will blow up in his face.
"Like it was...clearer. Or something, I don't know."
Minho shifted closer, barely noticeable, and you wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the way you were hyper-focused on his breathing and how he was subconsciously reacting to every word you said. "Alright, your turn," you broke the silence, turning to glance at him.
Crickets. Literally.
The tension was tight, like it was at the center of a tug-o-war rope. Until he spoke after what felt like a decade, and everything loosened.
"I think I'm in love with you."
You both stared off straight ahead, taking in the words he finally let go.
"How long have you thought that?"
"Probably longer than I'd like to pretend."
The soft wind finally lulled and all that was left was the tightness in your throat. You were nervous.
"I might just love you too."
Neither of you moved.
Until his lips were suddenly against yours and your fingers were in his hair. The kiss slowly yet softly deepened as you sat side by side in the dead of the night, nothing but the two of you in this moment.
After several beats, and you both sat there breathing heavily, his dark brown eyes that held the glint of the moon above stared directly into yours. "What do we do now?"
"...I don't know. Whatever we want I guess."
"I'm cool with that."
"Me too."
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pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: just a day with eddie
- warnings/tags: established relationship, use of nicknames (sweetheart, beautiful girl, baby), fluff, suggestive content/allusions to, mentions of sex, however nothing explicit, aftercare, i think that it's!
- no use of y/n!
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w.c: 2.1k
You and Eddie have been together for about a year. You had always noticed him since the first day of high school—it was hard not too, with that eccentric personality he held.
You were never specifically disliked throughout high school, but by association with Eddie, people avoided you or teased you. Even if you weren't the doll-like girl others were, or if you were and blended in, the environment got a lot meaner when people found out you were with Eddie.
It was currently lunch time and you were a little late, having been held back in class to be talked to about a missing assignment in World History. By the time you got to the cafeteria, about 10 minutes later, the lunch line was already closed, the metal shutters pressed down against the serving window and the lunch ladies long gone on an assumed smoke break outside. You sighed and walked over to the table where Eddie and the other kids in the Hellfire club sat, also known as the "freak" table. You tossed your bag down on the floor and sat at the end of the bench on the side of the table, right by Eddie, who is sat at the end of the table in a single chair, like he always did.
"You'd think they'd leave the line open for a little longer," you spoke, everyone's gaze shifting to you.
"Where were you?" Jeff asked, sitting directly across from you.
"Mrs. Walt held me back to talk about a missing assignment. I was busy gaslighting her that I turned it in," you replied before adding on a beat later, "It's in my backpack."
They all chuckled, continuing to eat their meal. You looked around, seeing most of them had your favorite—well as much as school cafeteria food could be a 'favorite'—which only came to lunch every few weeks.
"The one time I miss they have my favorite? What the fuck, that's messed up."
The boys laugh again before Eddie pushed his tray a bit closer to you, a silent offer to have some of his food as he chewed. You glanced at him before taking a piece of the cheap and dangerously salted food.
The whole group chatted for a while, both you and Eddie picking at his lunch tray before you asked a question.
"You guys have a meeting today?" you asked, referring to their Hellfire club.
The boys nodded, before Eddie wiped his hands off on a napkin and spoke a simple 'Yeah'.
"Can I come watch? I don't wanna go home after school."
"'Course. Don't have to ask," Eddie replied back, watching the small smile form on your face.
A few hours passed and the second the bell rang you were out of the classroom and weaving your way through the packed halls towards the theater room.
You made it there just after Eddie as he was setting up the game. He glanced up as the door was pushed open, a smile forming on his face when he noticed you.
"Hey sweetheart."
"Hi," you replied softly, sitting in the foldable chair placed near Eddie's 'throne', placing your bag down next to you.
The room slowly began filling with the boys, each of them sitting in their respective seats. You often watched their game, making jokes every once in a while. But for most of the time, you focused on your sketchbook, giving you something to do while they played the game for a few hours and waited for Eddie to give you a ride to your place or his. You considered yourself to have many hobbies. Anything to keep yourself occupied—boredom is a devastating state of mind.
The boys assisted in cleaning up and putting things away before heading out. You stood against the table as you waited for Eddie to fully pack up. He smiled when he saw you waiting, dropping an arm across your shoulders and a quick kiss on top of your head. You two walked out of the school, heading to the parking lot and hopping into his van.
"You wanna come over?" He asked as he turned the key and started up the vehicle.
"Yes please."
He smiled and pulled out of the parking lot and joined the active street. You watched out the window until it grew increasingly familiar and you knew you were entering the trailer park. He pulled up by his trailer that he shared with his uncle and hopped out, waiting for you to follow.
"Wayne's home for now but he's out tonight."
"Okay," you followed, walking right behind him up to the trailer door. He opened it and held it for you, closing it behind you as you entered. Wayne was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper.
"Hey Wayne," you greeted. He looked up and nodded.
"How ya doin', girl?" He questioned; he always loved seeing you. He's ever so grateful Eddie met you, he believed you two were meant for each other.
"I'm okay. Real hungry, you guys have any leftovers of that pizza from a few nights ago?"
Wayne nodded, Eddie walking towards the kitchen already. "Saved a slice just for you."
"Awesome," you said as you sat down on a barstool at the kitchen, Eddie setting a plate with the leftover pizza slice in front of you. "Thank you."
"Mhm," he hums, pressing a kiss to your head before heading down the hall to his bedroom.
You took some time to eat and talk to Wayne as Eddie hopped in the shower. Around 10 minutes later, Wayne headed out for the rest of the evening and night, leaving you alone. Eddie got out of the shower a few minutes after he left. You leaned your head to look down the hall as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
"Wayne left," you informed. He nodded and went back to his room to change. You placed your now empty plate in the sink. You made your way down the short hall and knocked on his door right before walking in, catching him as he slipped a shirt on, now fully dressed.
"Aw, I missed the show," you joked, a smile on your face as he turned around to face you, walking closer.
"Yeah you did," he replied, his hands finding either side of your jaw and leaning down to pull you into a kiss. Your arms finding themselves around his neck.
"What do you wanna do tonight?" You wondered, your faces just inches apart.
"What do I always wanna do?" He teased.
"I'll think about it. In the meantime, I meant."
"Movie? Just bought a few new ones," his hands slid down to hold your waist.
"Ooo, what'd ya get?"
"Uh...Raiders of the Lost Ark, Taxi Driver, Terminator, and...Breakfast Club."
"I've only seen Breakfast Club, you pick."
"Alright," he placed a kiss to your temple, "you wanna watch now?"
You shrug. "I'm not doing anythin'."
He let go of your body and moved past you, opening his door and leaving to go get everything set up.
You took this time to change into comfier clothes, grabbing one of Eddie's shirts and a pair of sweats you keep in his room, quickly switching into them. You walked back out and entered the living room, sitting down on the couch as Eddie placed the VCR into the TV.
"What'd you pick?" You asked, stretching across the sofa so your legs reach the other end.
"Terminator," he answered, starting the movie up. He lifted your legs and sat down on the couch, placing them back down on his lap.
"Cool."
A couple hours later, the movie ended. It was a lot darker outside now as the credits rolled, there was only the glow of the warm lamps that lit up the area. Eddie looked over at you, his hands remaining on your legs like they had the entire duration of the movie.
"Ya like it?"
"It was cool."
"Did you like it though?" He pressed, a teasing smile on his face.
"I did. I think I fell asleep for like 20 minutes though."
"Yeah? You wanna go to bed?"
"Possibly."
"C'mon, pretty girl," he said, patting your legs for you to lift them and let him get up. He held his hand out for you once he was up, helping pull you off the couch and lead you to his bedroom.
You sat on the bed, resting back against the headboard and pillows. "I'm like...tired but I don't wanna go to sleep yet."
"Anything in mind you wanna do?" He asked as he laid next to you on his stomach, propped on his parallel arms, looking up at you.
"No. But I know you do."
"I always do."
"I know."
"So...you wanna?" He added, his eyes holding some kind of sparkle.
You thought for a moment. "...I don't know."
"So no?"
"Well no—...I mean maybe." You stared at him, his eyes looking right back at you.
"Your choice, baby."
You thought. "...Yeah I want to."
"You sure?" He asked as he moved closer—he would never forgive himself if he pushed you into something you didn't want to do.
"I'm sure."
His hand trailed up from your thigh to your side before leaning in to kiss you deeply, your arms once again finding their way around his neck. "Please let me know if you want me to stop."
You were resting on top of his body, breathing heavily against the front of his shoulder, both of you stripped of your clothes. One of your hands resting on his stomach, your other arm around the side curve of his shoulder by your head.
"I should shower," you mumbled against his warm skin, his hand trailing up and down your back.
"Want me to sit with you?"
"Yes please," your voice was tired as you pushed yourself up from his body, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down and picking up some clothes as he did the same. All he grabbed was some sweatpants and slid them on while you grabbed everything and walked to the bathroom right by his bedroom. You turned the shower on, allowing it to warm up for a few seconds, and stepped in right before Eddie walked into the bathroom too, shutting the door behind him. He slid down the wall and sat down on the floor right by the shower, his bare back pressed against the cold wall.
Few words were exchanged, but even just knowing his presence was on the other side of the shower curtain was enough for you. You soon stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body. You dried your hair with a separate smaller towel, about to change into fresh clothes before looking over at Eddie still on the floor.
"Close your eyes."
"Baby we just had sex, I can't look at you?" He teased.
You glared at him. "Close your eyes," you repeated.
"Alright, sweetheart," he replied, closing his eyes, the smile remaining on his face.
You watched him as you changed, making sure he didn't peak. When you saw he squinted one of his eyes open just as you grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your head. "Pervert," you muttered.
"I just can't help but look at my beautiful girl."
He stood up, taking a few steps closer, placing his hands on your waist as he turned you to face the mirror over the sink, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Can you help me with my hair?" You asked.
He grabbed the smaller towel from your hand and wrapped your hair up for a few seconds. "You feeling okay?" He asked, wanting to make sure it wasn't too much for you and he didn't hurt you.
"Mhm. My legs are sore though," you admitted, your hands on the edge of counter in front of you as you watched him brush out your hair and dry it as he goes.
"I wasn't too rough, was I?" He worried.
"No, it felt good, baby, just a...side effect I guess."
"Okay. I'm sorry anyway."
"You're adorable."
"I just care," he replied before pulling the towel through your hair one more time and setting it on the counter. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."
You followed him to the bedroom a few steps away, lying down in his bed a second before he does. He gets in beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and holding you against him. You shift to lay more on your stomach, your face a few inches from his neck. He gently rubbed your back, pressing a few kisses to your damp hair. "You did so good."
All you do is hum in response, resting against his skin, letting out a deep sigh before drifting to sleep.
this was copied and pasted straight from my wattpad drafts! majority of what i write will be, as it's easier for me to write on that app instead of here or anywhere else.
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Nightmare
pairings: cloud strife x gn!reader
summary: you had a nightmare, and came to Cloud for comfort
warnings: nightmares, possible ooc cloud, 1 use of cussing, brief mention of parent death (what nightmare is about)
- no use of y/n!
author's note: i don't really like this one
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w.c: 1.1k
You and Tifa were close friends with Cloud when you were younger. About 5 years ago, you both had drifted apart from Cloud when he left to become a SOLDIER. But now...he came back.
He was working with you and the others on a mission, just for some money. Tifa showed him where he'd be staying for the time being, at a small apartment complex in the slums, a few blocks from where everyone meets up at the Seventh Heaven. He was on the second floor, in the room between yours and Tifa's.
It was around 11pm, and everyone had gone to bed since they had to wake up early. However, around 1am, you woke up abruptly. You had been dealing with nightmares for...well for a while. Your jaw tensed as you sat up in your bed, resting your head back against the wall. You didn't want to fall asleep again just to have the same dream, to see the same horrific sight. But then you remembered something...a resource. If he'd allow it.
You stood up from your bed, taking a breath before stepping out of the room and closing your door behind you gently. You take a couple steps to Cloud's room, knocking three times quietly before opening the door. He was already half way up and reaching for his unusually massive sword.
"Woah, hey. Just me," you spoke, closing the door behind you to try and not wake Tifa next door.
"What are you doing here so late?" Cloud asked, his voice a flat tone as he set his sword back down against the wall, right next to the bed as he sat on the edge.
"...I get these dreams. Bad ones," you replied, not realizing how intimidating Cloud honestly was.
"What do you want me to do about it?" He asked, his voice all too nonchalant.
"I don't know. I guess I just...never mind. I'm sorry for waking you," you said, your voice softening the more you spoke. You turned back around and reached for the door, creaking it open before his voice stopped you.
He stated your name, causing you to pause.
You looked over your shoulder.
"Hm?" You hummed.
"What was it about?"
"Uh..." You started, closing the door again and leaning against it to look at him. "I've had the same one almost every night since it happened. You were there. When my parents were killed."
"Oh."
"Yeah. It doesn't get easier. Seeing it all the time. I don't get enough sleep, probably keeps me from doing my best on missions and shit. Nothing I can do about it. I see it every time I fall asleep."
Cloud sat quietly for a moment. "I remember it."
"I didn't think you would forget. It was quite the bonding moment for us," you joked softly, a small smile planted on your face.
Cloud didn't even crack a smile. He stared at the wood floor silently before sitting back and pulling his legs onto the bed to lay down. He propped himself up against the wall a bit to look at you.
"You should get some rest," he spoke.
"I don't wanna see it again," you replied, your eyes looking into his bright blue ones, ones that were only darkened by the lack of lighting in the room.
"You can stay here. With me," his words were soft, firm. They always were, he didn't talk much really, but he always picked his words with thought.
"I can't do that, Cloud," you didn't want to intrude. He was a very 'keep to himself'' kind of guy, you didn't want to just make him pity you into letting you sleep with him.
"It's fine. There's space." He insisted, his voice never changing tone since the conversation started.
You hesitated before talking a few steps forward, making your way to the bed. You hoped he wasn't just doing this because he felt bad. But you kept telling yourself Cloud wasn't the kind of guy to do that. He spoke what he thought, if he didn't want something he made it clear. You sat down on the edge of the bed, hesitating again before sitting back and stretching your legs out across the bed next to his. You could feel his warmth, your arms barely brushing.
"Thank you," your voice was barely audible, but he heard it. He shifted and laid down entirely before you followed.
It must've happened in your sleep, because when you woke up, his arm was loosely around your shoulders, and your head was rested on top of the front of his shoulder, near his pec. You woke up before him and as if you were nervous, you gentle peeled yourself from his loose grasp and sat up on the edge of the bed.
Sensing your movement, Cloud's eyes flipped open and he glanced over at you, staring a hole into your back before your words broke the odd tension.
"I didn't see it, I didn't have a dream," your voice was quiet, but clearly contently surprised.
"...Good."
"...Thank you, Cloud. I should go before Tifa catches me here, she'll never let me live it down."
He simply nods.
You stood up, quietly walking to his door, pausing for an almost unnoticable moment before gently turning the knob and opening the door, shutting it behind you.
Days passed, and almost every time you got to be in the apartments, you ended up Cloud's room, or he in yours. He noticed when you seemed off, even if the others didn't. Even when Tifa didn't, who knows everything about you.
One night in particular, you were just about to get in bed when there was a knock at your door. You turned around and went to open it, seeing Cloud and his huge sword attached to his back.
"Hey," you spoke, a bit confused at his presence.
"You're seem off. Did you have a nightmare?" He asked. Always so calmly blunt, wasn't he?
"Um...yeah I guess."
"I'll stay with you," he replied, letting himself into your room. He set his sword against the well by the bed before turning to face you as you shut the door. Your eyes met his and you stepped closer to him.
Before any words could be exchanged, you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face against his skin. He didn't really do hugs...ever. He usually pushed people off him before they could stay too long. But you...he slowly wrapped his arms around your midsection. His hands seemed nervous, like it was unnatural for him to be doing this. Which it was.
"Thank you, Cloud," you said softly.
"...Yeah," he replied.
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Secret's Out
pairings: eddie munson x henderson!f!reader
summary: you, dustin's older sister, had been secretly seeing eddie for the past few months...until it's not a secret anymore
warnings/tags: fluff + humor! established relationship, i think that's it
- no use of y/n!
author's note: lowkey hate this a lot but it was a revamped one shot from my notes page years ago🕊️ !not proofread!
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w.c: 1.4k
It's the evening, around 9pm and your mom was already in bed. You were in the living room, sitting on the floor as you finished up some homework. The TV played quietly in front of you, but you were barely paying attention.
You were also waiting for your little brother, Dustin, to get back home from his D&D night that he'd been at for the last few hours. You had to let him in the house since you noticed he forgot his keys.
Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Putting your pen and textbook down, you stand up and opening the door with a click.
But to your surprise, it's not just your brother standing in front of you—behind him stands Eddie Munson, a dorky smile plastered on his face.
"You brought munson?" You spoke.
Eddie grins at your question and leans against the door frame. "I did indeed," Dustin replied.
"Why?"
"I thought it would be fun if we all hung out together," the metalhead explained, an undertone of teasing laced in his voice as he looked at you, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets,
"...Right. He can't be here, Dustin."
"What? Why not?" Dustin protested.
"You know why," you answered, almost pointedly.
"Come on, don't be boring," he complained, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
"I'm not being boring, I'm keeping us all out of trouble."
"Since when did you become such a buzzkill?" Dustin retorted.
"Dustin."
Dustin sighed, knowing he was beaten, raising his hands slightly in surrender. "Fine, fine."
Eddie chuckled softly, finding the sibling dynamic before him quite amusing.
Dustin sighed heavily before pushing his way inside, Eddie attempting to follow right after him, a smirk still planted on his face. However, before Eddie can get all the way inside the house you stopped him, your hand on his chest as you gently pushed him back outside onto the porch, walking out with him.
"Woah buddy,"
Eddie stumbled back in surprise, raising an amused eyebrow at you, "Woah yourself."
He chuckled and leaned against the porch railing. "Something on your mind, sweetheart?"
"You know you can't be here."
"And why not, exactly?" Eddie tilted his head slightly, his smile lines and dimples causing your chest to flutter. But you couldn't let him know that.
You turned your head to glance behind your shoulder, seeing Dustin standing in the kitchen directly in view.
"Dustin go to your room."
Dustin's eyes widened in surprise. "What? But..."
He protested, but you shot him a stern look. Understanding the silent command, Dustin reluctantly retreated to his room, leaving you and Eddie alone on the porch.
You turn back and look at Eddie, bringing your hand back up to rest on his chest.
"There's just too many factors to allow you to be around here."
Eddie's expression softened as you pressed your hand against his chest. He looked down at you, his eyes softening.
"I know, sweetheart." He replied quietly, the teasing having disappeared from his voice.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "But... I just wanted to see you."
"I would love for you to come in and entertain Dustin and all that, but it just can't happen for a while."
The boy frowned, but nodded in understanding. "I get it," he sighed.
His thumb rubbed small circles against your hip as he held you close. "It sucks though," Eddie admitted quietly.
"I know," you replied.
He leaned forward, burying his face into your neck. He inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar scent of your skin.
"I miss you." He murmured against your skin, almost a low whine.
"I miss you, too."
"It's unfair." Eddie grumbled, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.
He was frustrated, but it wasn't directed at you. He was frustrated with the whole situation.
The secrecy, the hiding, the sneaking around. It was tiring to say the least. But he insisted on keeping your relationship private in the beginning, even to those closest to you. He didn't want to risk you being a subject to the relentless disrespect and teasing other kids at school directed towards him and those involved in his life.
"I'll come over tomorrow, how 'bout that?"
Eddie's mood immediately lifted at your words. He lifted his head to look at you, a grin spreading across his lips.
"Promise?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
"I swear"
Eddie's grin widened, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you in closer to him.
"I'll hold you to that," he murmured, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your gaze.
"You should get going," you reminded softly.
Eddie sighed once more, his expression falling back into a frown. "Yeah, I know."
"Thanks for bringing Dustin home," you smiled softly, your eyes glancing over his face before meeting his eyes again. He pulled away from you reluctantly, his hands lingering on your hips for a few moments before dropping to his sides.
He looked at you for a moment, as if memorising your features, before speaking again. "Tomorrow, yeah?"
"Mhm," you hummed with the slightest nod.
Eddie nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer. "Alright. See you then."
He took a step back, ready to leave, when suddenly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him once more. Before you could say anything, Eddie crashed his lips against yours in a desperate kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kiss back before the two of you both hear a shocked whisper-yell from inside the house; Dustin. "What?!"
You both break apart instantly when you hear the voice from inside the house. You both turn towards the open door, to see Dustin standing in the middle of the kitchen doorway, a mixture of shock and confusion painted his face.
Eddie's face pales as he realizes they've been caught, and he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.
"Uh...surprise...?" He tries weakly.
"I thought I told you to go to your room..." you followed up with, but it wasn't a useful comment at all.
Dustin's eyes were comically wide as he looked back and forth between the two of you, clearly attempting to process what he witnessed.
"You...and Eddie?" He finally managed to stammer out.
"Yeah I don't really know how to recover from this," you whisper to Eddie as you stand side by side, your eyes stuck on Dustin's.
Eddie opened his mouth to speak but closed it after a second of silence. "Yeah, I got nothing," he admitted quietly, shooting a sidelong glance at you.
Dustin was still gawking at you, his mouth hanging open. "How long has this been going on?" He eventually managed out of his mouth.
Eddie exchanged a look with you before replying, "About five months."
Dustin's eyes just about popped out of his head. "Five months?!" He exclaimed.
"Shhh!" Eddie shushed him, dramatically motioning for Dustin to keep his voice down. "You're gonna wake up your mom. Then we're all done for."
Dustin's expression was a mixture of confusion and disbelief. He looked between the two of you again, his brain clearly struggling to comprehend the situation. How had the two most important people in his life kept such a secret from him?
"So you two are like...together?" Dustin finally asked, his voice quieter now.
"...Yeah. We are," Eddie spoke, glancing down at you as he placed his hands on your shoulders.
"...Y'know this is exactly how we predicted you were gonna react," you couldn't help but add.
You then took a couple steps until you made it back into the house, turning back around to hold the door and look at Eddie. "Go home, I'll give him the talk."
He couldn't help the amused smile growing on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl," he responded just as he started walking away and down the driveway to where his van was parked on the sidewalk. You shut the door once you saw him get in the car and spun back around to face Dustin.
"The talk?" He asked.
"Yeah y'know...the 'best friend dating my sister talk'. How we're consenting adults and-"
"Yeah no. I'm going to bed," he interrupted, already walking away to his bedroom.
"But it's only 9?" You called out.
"That just now took all my energy," he called back, the sound of his door closing punctuating his sentence. You smile to yourself as you settled right back where you were doing homework merely 10 minutes ago, continuing your night with the same thing on your mind as always. Or, the same person.
this was copied and pasted straight from my wattpad drafts! majority of what i write will be, as it's easier for me to write on that app instead of here or anywhere else.
let me know what you think!
Trace
pairings: matt murdock x gn!reader
summary: [blurb!] a domestic night with Matt that holds a short yet deep conversation and fondness between each other
- warnings/tags: pure fluff, established relationship, nothing else (i think, let me know if im wrong!)
- no use of y/n!
author's note: short blurb because the idea came to me but i find matt hard to write for💔
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w.c: 833
You were walking home from a date night with Matt when it suddenly started pouring rain. You both quickly made way to your apartment a few blocks away, weaving through the other people strolling by under umbrellas.
You get inside and offer him a change of clothes. As soon as he takes his shirt off in your living room, you see the countless scars and bruises covering his body, and you can't help but stare.
"...I can feel you looking," he says, following with your name, his lips quirked up into a slight smile.
"That'll never not be creepy," you chuckled, walking closer to him and stand in front of him. You reached out and placed your hand on his chest, feeling his skin. You ran your fingertips along the raised scars as he stares at where he's 99% sure your face is.
He then wraps his arms around your body in a tight hug, resting his cheek against your hair. "What's this for?" You asked, reciprocating the act.
"I need a reason for everything, huh?"
"I guess not," you replied, pressing your face against his neck, feeling the vibrations of his pulse.
"Go get comfortable, I'll get dessert," he says, rubbing your back as he pulls away. You nod, replying a quiet 'okay' as you turned away and walked to the bedroom. About 5 minutes later, you come back out in comfier clothes, sweats and one of his t-shirts, and had taken your makeup off. Matt was standing at the kitchen counter, setting a slice of store-bought tiramisu on two plates.
"Tiramisu? Tonight must be special."
He chuckled, looking up towards you as he finished setting the plates. "Here," he says as he slides one to the other side of the table for you to sit down. You do, picking up the fork and digging into the dessert as he does as well.
"Where did you get this?" You asked curiously.
"...Grocery store. Foggy picked it out. It's good?"
"Very." You both soon finish the sweet treat and set the dishes in the sink. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Watch?" He teased.
"You know what I meant," you spoke back, lightly hitting his arm with the back of your hand.
"I'd love to," he said as he pressed a kiss to your head, following you to the sofa. He sat down first, pulling you with him. You laid on top of his body, back to chest, his arms draped over your shoulders as you picked out a movie for you to watch. You settled on some random thriller, you doubted you would pay much attention to it anyway.
About 20 minutes in, you broke the silence between you two. "Can I ask you a question I've been meaning to ask without you teasing me?"
"Okay," Matt replied, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth on your waist as he held you.
"What's it like being blind but like...all your other senses are so heightened?"
"It can get...overwhelming."
You hum, your eyes captured on the movie playing softly but paying more attention to this man you're lying with. Your nails gently ran up and down the skin of his arm. Your heartbeats slowly sync with one another, but only he can hear it.
"Do you ever wish you weren't?" You asked softly.
"I mean...doesn't every blind person at some point? I've gotten used to it, it's who I am. And I remember what a lot of things look like but...I'd give anything to see how much more beautiful you are...compared to what I already imagine."
You remained silent, bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Can we go to bed?"
"You're tired?"
"You make me tired. In a good way. Like, calm."
He brings a hand up and gently pets your hair, pressing a kiss to your scalp before patting your hip as a gesture to get up. "C'mon."
You stand up from the couch, turning the TV off and keeping a hold on his hand as you drag him along behind you. The bedroom door opens and Matt closes it behind the two of you.
You pulled the duvet cover back, slipping into the soft bed as Matt followed. You felt the mattress dip at the weight and adjusted to get comfortable. The rain pattered against the window nearby, drowning out the usual sounds of Hell's Kitchen—cars, yelling, glass breaking.
Your head found its place on Matt's chest, his arm trailing up and down your back as the stillness of the room overtook you both. Matt wasn't often here to have nights like these. Usually he was out protecting the city. But every once in a while, you'll be lucky enough for a night like this. And as your brain slowly shut down for sleep, you couldn't help but let out a content sigh, cherishing the moment while it lasted.
this was copied and pasted straight from my wattpad drafts! majority of what I write will be, as it's easier for me to write on that app instead of here or anywhere else.
let me know what you think!
Scarring
pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: Eddie survived the bats and you help him work through the aftermath
- warnings: wounds/injuries, use of nicknames (sweetheart, pretty girl, baby), established relationship
- no use of y/n!
author's note: hello!! first post that i've been terrified of putting out there but lmk what you think :))
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w.c: 1.4k
It was hard. Seeing him in the aftermath of being ripped up by demo-bats. There were deep cuts all over his arms and a few on his legs, back, and face from the natural environment—like the sharp pebbles and scratchy dirt—but nothing compared to the gashes and punctures in skin on his abdomen and upper chest. He honestly shouldn't have survived, but somehow, you and the others managed to help him get back and make it to a hospital.
He had been released about two weeks ago, and you haven't left his side since. You've been staying with him in his trailer with his Uncle Wayne. You'd helped him fall back asleep after a nightmare, clean his healing wounds and change out his bandages, shower.
You had just assisted him in the shower and were now helping him change his bandages. You started from the worst to the lighter injuries, beginning at his midsection, where he'd been ripped up. It's a miracle what the doctors did in surgery to fix it. It didn't look too bad considering what happened.
"Let me know if it hurts, okay?" You asked, perched on top of the bathroom counter in front of him, his body between your legs. He nodded, his brown eyed gaze tracing over your features as you worked, being as careful as you could. You made your way to the less severe marks, cuts, and healing scars. Just making sure they were safe, and covered if necessary.
Your eyes met his. "All good?"
He nodded again. He was usually more talkative.
"...What's wrong?" You asked softly, your hand gently rubbing his shoulder.
"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head slightly as if to emphasize it.
"Eddie," you pushed.
"I just—...it's not pretty to look at," he admitted. You knew he was referring to his recently marked body.
"Do you think I feel that way?"
"What?" He questioned softly, confused.
"Do you think I find you gross to look at?"
"You lost me, sweetheart," he answered with a light chuckle and that one gentle smile.
"You can ignore mirrors all you want and refuse to look at yourself to dismiss what happened to you. But I see you every day. All day. And honestly as the girlfriend, my opinion over rules yours."
He blinked. "You really are something."
Your arms curled around his neck, your hands latching onto your opposite arm as you pulled him closer, his grip finding your waist. You stared at him for a moment, the silence and sparkle in your eyes speaking a million words.
"I still think you're the most handsome man in the world," your voice was quiet, but so, so genuine. He froze.
He said your name softly, dismissively.
"It's true, I do. And we all know I'm the smartest person ever and always right, so..."
He chuckled softly. "I love you."
"I love you."
"Edward! Food's here!" You called as you opened the front door and took the bag of takeout from the delivery man, tipping him an extra $10. Eddie was in his bedroom, tuning his guitar as you cleaned the kitchen a bit. Wayne was out of town for the night so it was just you two.
Eddie walked into the room a moment later, his arms finding your midsection as he leaned over your shoulder to look at the food you were actively pulling out from the paper bag.
"Why do you call me that? Edward, I mean."
"'Cause that's your name?"
"Well yeah, no I mean—...Okay," he gave up before he even started really. You giggled, handing him his food.
"Because it's cute. And I know I'm the only one that does it," you then answered with a warm smile, taking your own food and walking over to the couch, the boy you loved so dearly following you a few steps after.
He didn't have anything to follow up, just a smile. He simply sat down beside you, staring at the black screen of the TV as you two sat in silence.
"I hope you know I did really mean what I said in the bathroom earlier," you broke the silence.
He was quiet, placing an arm around your shoulders. "I know you did, baby."
You rested your head on the front of his shoulders as you two ate your takeout, taking a few bites from the others bowl without exchanging words.
Both your empty cardboard bowls were placed on the coffee table right in front of you, your head having found its way on his lap, his arms stretched across the back of the sofa.
"Movie?" You inquired.
"Sure, baby. Texas Chainsaw?"
"Ooo, yeah," you sat up and got up from the sofa, walking to the shelf that holds all of Eddie's collected VCR tapes. You pulled out Texas Chainsaw Massacre, one you both always threw on. You placed it in the TV box to let it begin playing. You walked back over to the couch and laid down, your head finding its spot back on his lap, his left hand resting in your hair, twisting strands between his fingertips.
You both stayed in this position for the entire duration of the movie, mostly because you fell asleep. Eddie brought his arms down from the sofa and slipped them under your shoulders and knees, picking you up. He wasn't supposed to be lifting anything heavier than a bottle of 2-in-1 shampoo, but here he was. For you. He knew he'd get a talking from you later though.
He brought you to his bedroom, placing you down on your respective side. He pulled the blanket over you and left to clean up the trailer a bit from dinner and a movie.
When he returned, he was met with the sight of you propping yourself up on your elbow. "Hey sweet girl."
"How did I get in here, I was on the couch?" You questioned.
"I brought you here."
"What? Eddie, you can't be doing that, it puts a strain on your injuries," you spoke firmly.
"I'm fine, baby. And even if I wasn't, I'd rather get shot if it meant you slept well," he claimed as he crawled into bed with you. His arms found their way under your body and around your back, his head making its way to your chest like every night.
Your fingers ran up and down his back, sneaking under his shirt to feel his skin. He quickly drifted asleep on his own, you following the action not much later.
You woke up to the sounds of rustling in the kitchen. Assuming it was Wayne, you didn't think much of it. You glanced at the clock, reading about 9:30am. You untangled yourself from Eddie's grasp, snatching one of his old hoodies from the floor and pulling it over your body. You stepped out of the room, careful to not make too much noise.
You were greeted with Wayne reading a newspaper on the couch. You headed for the coffee pot.
"Morning, girl. How's Ed?" he spoke—he always liked having you around.
"Good morning. He's fine, completely knocked out right now."
He simply nodded. You grabbed the pot of coffee and poured yourself some in a mug, adding some sugar for added flavor.
About 15 minutes later, Eddie walked out from the bedroom, clearly still tired. He immediately noticed you standing against the counter.
"Thought you left, baby," he mumbled, just above understandable, as he poured himself a mug of the coffee that's left.
"Never. I'm waiting until you're sick of me to leave."
"Guess you're never leavin'," he added as he stands next to you, his arm making its way around your shoulders.
"You feel okay? Not too sore or achy?"
"I feel just fine, sweetheart."
"You'd tell me if you didn't?"
"I'd tell you if I didn't," he answered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, leaving his lips against your hair for a moment. "Hey Wayne," he spoke a little louder when he noticed the older man sitting on the sofa.
"Hey kid."
You and Eddie both finish up your coffee, setting the mugs in the sink.
"I wanna get back in bed," you said softly.
"Then let's get you back in bed," he placed his hand on your lower back as you two walked back to his bedroom, walking to either side of the bed and getting comfortable again.
He held you. His arms around your waist as you pressed your face against his neck, placing a few light kissed on his skin.
"I love you, pretty girl."
this was copied and pasted straight from my wattpad drafts! majority of what i write will be, as it's easier for me to write on that app instead of here or anywhere else.
let me know what you think! xoxo
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╰┈➤ eddie munson
- scarring : w.c 1.4k - you help eddie work through the aftermath of being attacked by demobats [fluff]
- secret's out : w.c 1.4k - henderson!reader and eddie are in a secret relationship...until it's revealed [fluff]
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- trace : w.c 833 - a quiet night between you and matt [fluff]
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- I think I'm in love with you : w.c 1.6k - what happens when you and minho bicker daily, but suddenly feel something else? [fluff]
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╰┈➤ spencer reid
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╰┈➤ vance hopper [the black phone]
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- nightmare : w.c 1.1k - you have a nightmare and find comfort in Cloud [fluff]
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001 — I write 'x reader' fics only! 2nd person always, I do not write other ships or in 1st person. I will not use Y/N.
002 — I will not write smut. Suggestive content at most.
003 — I will not write about reader and intensely serious topics like SA, EDs, etc. It does not feel right as someone who has not experienced it.
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🤍 — call me lulu! | bi | virgo
pronouns: she / her
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movies:
~ whiplash
~ the maze runner
~ the outsiders
~ zootopia
~ stand by me
shows:
~ boy meets world
~ demon slayer
~ supernatural
~ the pitt
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