#and Eddie’s like: Yeah no problem. I’ve been inside your best friend

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s immediate response to finding out that the guy in their living room was Tommy was to say, “Let’s have sex.”

Steve: Right now? We have a guest!

Eddie: No, we have the guy that beat me up in high school in our living room and I am married to the guy that he had a massive crush on. Tell me that wouldn’t make you a little horny.

Steve: Tommy did not have a crush on me

Eddie: He did. He convinced you that it was totally heteo to make out with your male friends when you were alone

Steve: I mean, Carol was there sometimes

Eddie: That’s - fascinating, I did not know that and we’ll circle back to it but right now… let’s get naked.

Tommy, from the bottom of the stairs: You do know that you’re still live-streaming, right?

Eddie, looking down at the phone in his hand like he’s seeing it for the first time: Yes

#Eddie being messy on the internet 2024 #Tommy later that day is like: Hey man. sorry about high school. I didn’t know how to work through my emotions #and Eddie’s like: Yeah no problem. I’ve been inside your best friend #and then they start swapping Steve stories and Steve is like: oh no #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[munson-blurbs]

hi ^^ can you do best friend!eddie teaching virgin!reader how to give head ?? like she’s so curious how it all works and i feel like eddie would be so vocal omg like so instructional while trying to keep his cool lol

I know this trope has been done a lot, so I hope y'all enjoy my take on it 💚

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m!receiving), fem!Reader, kinda perv!Eddie, mention of weed, Eddie & Reader are both over 18

WC: 1.8k

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The cafeteria is buzzing with conversation, including the table where you sit amongst the Hellfire boys. Mike and Lucas are arguing over something–you can’t be bothered to pay attention to their constant squabbles anymore–while Dustin is whining about his failing Spanish grade to Gareth and Jeff.

The only ones not talking are you and, surprisingly, Eddie. He’s nibbling on a pretzel, reminding you of one of the bunny rabbits that congregates in your yard. You’re not exactly sure why he’s so quiet, but you take this opportunity to whisper, “Can we go out to your van for a sec?”

His eyebrows pinch together in confusion; if you wanted weed from him, you would wait until after school hours to buy. Well, buy wasn’t the right word, considering Eddie always gave you yours for free.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, sliding his chair back from the table without bothering to push it back in. If one of the meathead jocks happens to trip over it and twist an ankle before their precious game, that’s not his problem.

You wait until you’re outside, away from anyone who could possibly overhear the absurd request you’re about to make, before you start speaking. “So, um, you know how I have that date tonight? With Mark?” you ask, biting your lower lip nervously. You can taste the strawberry gloss that you’d reapplied after finishing lunch.

Eddie’s already digging through the glove compartment for the baggie he keeps stashed away. “You want some for him, too?” His tone is impatient; irritated, even, as he pulls out the blunt he’s already rolled for you. “Because I only brought one.” For you, he adds silently.

“Wha–oh, no; I didn’t need any weed,” you tell him, shaking your head before dropping your gaze to the gravel beneath your feet. “It’s our third date, and I was thinking he might wanna…y’know…do stuff?” You cringe at the phrasing, but press on. “But I…I don’t really know how.”

“Sweetheart, if you’re confessing your virgin status to me, I already know,” Eddie says with a smirk. “I mean, we’ve been friends for a million years. If you did it and didn’t tell me, I’d be pissed.”

You manage a giggle at his candidness. “Nope, still a virgin,” you report miserably. “And last time, he asked me to give him head, but I told him I had to get home. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t wanna do it wrong.”

Eddie shrugs. “Just don’t use teeth,” he replies casually. “Other than that, there isn’t much you can do wrong.” He starts back towards the school, pausing when he realizes that you’re not by his side. “Look, I don’t have any other tips. I’ve only ever been on the, uh, receiving end of dick sucking.”

“Yeah, well,” you mumble, shoving your hands in your pockets and brushing the toe of your sneaker against the ground, “that’s kinda what I wanted to ask you. I was thinking that maybe I could…practice on you?”

Eddie’s eyes practically pop out of his head. “You…you wanna do what?”

“Forget it. It’s stupid, I’m sorry. Can we never talk about this again?” Tears well up in your eyes, and you try to blink them away before he can notice. What were you thinking? Asking your best friend if you could give him a blowjob?

“Hey, no, I just wanted to make sure that’s what you meant.” He smiles, letting his hand graze yours. “Do you mind…in my van?”

You nod, returning his smile with your own shy one. “Um, yeah. I mean, no, I don’t mind. I can give you head in your van.” 

Eddie swallows a lump in his throat, opening the back door and helping you inside. He lays down on the shag carpet–the one you always tease him about–and pats his thigh. “C’mon over.” He watches as you timidly straddle his waist, trying not to sit down on his lap. “You’re not gonna crush me, y’know,” he jokes lightly. “And even if you did, s’not like I’d be mad about it.”

You hesitate but ultimately let yourself rest on him; immediately, his cock starts to stiffen, and you pull back. “Shit, I-”

“S’okay,” Eddie says, tilting his head. He’s not about to let you know that this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten him hard; just the first time you know about. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Fingers fumbling with his belt, you pull on the strip of leather until the shiny metal clasp unhooks from its notch. He undoes the silver button on his pants but lets you tug his zipper down until you get a glimpse of his blue-and-white checked boxers. “Can I take these off?” you ask.

“Y-Yeah, ‘course,” he stutters, sitting back on his elbows to give you more leverage. You have to keep yourself from gawking at his hardened length as it rests against his Iron Maiden shirt, tip leaking a pearly bead of pre-cum. He mistakes your awe for nerves, and he quickly adds, “if you changed your mind, I’m not gonna be mad or anything–”

“No,” you shake your head. “I just d-don’t know where to start.”

Relief visibly floods his body. “I like being teased a little. Like, kissing it or licking it–holy fucking shit.” His train of thought is abruptly cut off when your tongue flattens against the base of his shaft, dragging upwards until you reach the head. His lithe fingers grab onto the collar of your cotton t-shirt, twisting the fabric around them just to steady himself. 

“Like that?” you ask, giving him eyes that are far too innocent for someone who just coated his dick with her saliva. 

“J-Jus’ like that,” Eddie nods, gripping your shirt tighter as your lips brush against his length with tiny, measured pecks. “And then you’ll wanna–fuck–wanna focus on the tip. Wrap your lips around it, there you go.” His toes curl as you lower your mouth, licking at the saltiness. “Make, like, circles w-with your tongue.” 

You do as he says, feeling him twitch against your parted lips. A wanton moan escapes him, and it’s music to your ears. A sign that you’re doing something right. 

“When you’re ready—Jesus H. Christ, your mouth feels s’fucking good—hollow out your cheeks and kinda…glide down? I dunno, all the blood is rushing to my dick right now.”

You blanche as you reposition yourself, glancing at his girth. “Eddie, I…I don’t think I can fit all of you in my mouth.”

His fingernails could tear through your shirt with the grip he has. “Shit, y-you can’t say that. Actually, you can. Tell me how fuckin’ big I am, baby.”

Baby. You try not to let this new pet name distract you as you say, “you’re huge, Eddie. I won’t be able to take it.”

“Yeah? Gonna choke on my cock?” Eddie growls, momentarily forgetting his role as oral sex tutor. “S-Sorry. Um, if you can’t, you can use your hand to help you out.”

“Okay,” you nod, crouching back down. One hand rests on his thigh while the other wraps around the base of his dick. He hisses at your touch, and you smile despite the butterflies in your stomach. 

“M-Might help if you spit on it. My, um, my dick.”

The trail of saliva drips down until it reaches his wiry patch of pubic hair. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few more times for good measure before opening your mouth a bit wider and bringing your head down. 

“Thassit, keep doin’ that. Don’t worry about getting it all; jus’ do what you can.” His knees tremble as you move a bit faster. “You can do the t-tongue thing when you come back up. I really like that, fuck.” 

You want to ask about the pace: is it too fast? Too slow? But when you lift your gaze to meet his—your lips still on his length—he lets out a whimper. A fucking whimper. 

“Yes, look at me, baby. Look at me while you blow me,” he pants. “Wanna see your cute little mouth stuffed full of my cock.” And if that wasn’t enough, what he says next could stop a bullet in mid-air: “You’re better than I ever imagined.”

That’s enough to warrant you to ask a follow-up question, and Eddie could cry when you pull away. “You imagined this?”

“Mhm,” he squeaks out. “Wanted you f’so long. Please just keep going. Please don’t stop.”

So you don’t. You find your rhythm, using his groans and twitches to find what he really likes. It’s messy and different but so fucking right. 

“Hnng, baby, ‘m gonna cum. You might wanna—”

But you shake your head gently, not wanting to break the momentum you’ve built. You lock eyes with him, silently telling him that it’s okay.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You can spit it out if you don't wanna swallow, pretty girl. B-but ‘m about to c-cum—fucking shit!” You take as much of him as you can until you start to gag, and you feel his hot release hit the back of your throat. It’s a lot; much more than you’d anticipated, but you swallow it all. 

Eddie stares at you incredulously, momentarily speechless. “Did you just…?”

“Was I not supposed to?” The intimacy of it only dawns on you now. He’s just teaching you, and now you’re going on a date with someone after swallowing his cum. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

He barks out a laugh. “Do not apologize for that. Just wasn’t expecting it.” He sits all the way up, adjusting his softening dick and re-fastening his pants. “So…that’s how you give a blowjob. Any questions?”

There’s an awkward silence as you contemplate, ultimately deciding to ask. I mean, you’d just performed oral sex on him; he could answer a measly personal question. 

“When you said you wanted me for so long…did you mean that? Or were you just saying it?”

Eddie’s gaze is suddenly glued to the van floor. “Look, you’re with Mark now. I can’t…”

“Did. You. Mean. It?” You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for his response. 

He relents after a moment. “Yes, I meant it. I’ve had this big, stupid crush on you, but I kept making excuses not to ask you out, and then you got with Mark—”

You cut his rant short with a clumsy kiss, noses hitting each other as you press your lips to his. You stumble a bit and he catches you, bringing his hands to your hips. “I have a big, stupid crush on you, too,” you admit, “but I figured you would’ve asked me out if you felt the same way.”

This time, Eddie kisses you, soft and sweet. “I can taste myself on your lips,” he murmurs into you. One finger grazes your pants button. “Do me a favor?”

“Yes, I’ll cancel with Mark,” you say, teasing but truthful. 

“I mean, you fuckin’ better,” he laughs, but he shakes his head. “Nah, I need you to lie down f’me.”

Your brow creases. “Why?”

“A gentleman always returns the favor.”

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Us Weirdos Chapter 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Byers! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Y/N picks up her little brother’s friends from their after school club and bumps into an old classmate

Y/N notes: none

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Y/N kept her hands on the wheel as she drove towards her old high school, Queen blasting from the cassette player. Her head bobbed to the music as she pulled into the parking lot.

A weird nostalgic feeling filling her as memories from the old building came flooding back. A mix of good and bad. Y/N wasn’t popular, but she certainly wasn’t bullied. She kept to herself and did what she was told, managing to scrape through the four years just fine. No major problems. No… drama.

Damn I was a boring teenager.

The 20 year old thought to herself as she parked the car at the front. She was on the lookout for three familiar faces; Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson. She used to see them on an almost daily basis, being her littlest brother’s best friends. But since she graduated and moved out of her Mom’s house, there weren’t really any times they would bump into each other.

Y/N took out the tape just as the song was ending and took a different one from her glove box. The Clash. She put it in, knowing one of her favourites was gonna start.

Darlin’ you got to let me know,

should I stay or should I go?

She looked back at the building, still nothing. The music continued to fill the car as Y/N tapped on the wheel in time.

If you say that you are mine,

I'll be here 'til the end of time

She decided to get out and stand, leaning on her now open car door. The song just loud enough that she could still hear it.

So you got to let me know,

should I stay or should I go?

Finally, a group of boys burst open the double doors. Y/N spotted the three youngest and gave them a wave. The boys waved back and jogged over to her car. Y/N folded her arms, smiling at them.

“Hey guys! Been a while. You guys look so different!” Y/N remarked. She scanned each boy. “Mike you’re so tall now! Lucas I like the hair and Dustin nice braces.”

“Ugh you sound like my Mom’s friends.” Mike pulled a disgusted face as Dustin and Lucas smiled at her.

“Oh really?” Y/N grabbed Mike and ruffled the boy’s hair comically. “Mikey you’ve become such a handsome young man! Come give me a smooch!” She wrapped him up in a restricting hug whilst making over the top kissing noises. The other boys just laughed as he watched his friend struggle to escape the embrace.

“Ugh I forgot how annoying you are!’’ Y/N let him go after a couple seconds, chuckling. “I’m starting to regret asking you to pick us up.”

“I’m not.” Dustin opposed.

“Me neither.” Lucas added.

“Oh that’s two v one Mike.” Y/N stated. “Looks like you’ll have to endure a car ride home with me instead of walking back in the cold and the dark. Don’t worry, you’ll manage.” She joked.

“Yeah yeah I get it.” Mike huffed.

“Uh Mike, would anyone else buy you guys snacks for the ride home? I don’t think so.” The younger boys’ eyes lit up as they flung open the back seat to see bags of chips and cans of soda.

Y/N watched with a smile as they climbed inside and started on the snacks. That’s when she felt another pair of eyes on her.

‘‘Y/N?’’ A vaguely familiar voice called out to her. She spun around to see an old classmate from school. “Y/N Byers?’’

‘’Holy shit. Eddie Munson?’’ She said with a surprised smile. She took a couple steps closer to him. “Dude I almost didn’t recognise you. Your hair is so long now!’’ Eddie looked taken aback at her reaction, loosing his cool for a moment.

“Ha yeah I’ve been growing it out.’’ He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Why are you here?’’

“Uh I… I’m repeating senior year again.” Eddie explained, looking down to the ground and taking a hand out to rub the back of his neck.

“Oh dude no judgement. I still have no idea how I graduated in 84.” Y/N joked to ease the tension. It seemed to work as Eddie looked back up at her.

“So what have you been up to since then?”

“I work at Family Video. Got promoted to assistant manager a month ago.”

“Wow going up in the world.” Eddie said, half joking. Y/N chuckled, making him smile wider.

‘‘You guys know each other?’’ Dustin asked, stuffing his face. Mike and Lucas looked at the two older kids as well, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah we were in the same grade at school.’’ Y/N explained. The younger ones nodded, realising that they were the same age. “We had homeroom together, senior year.’’

“Yeah I sat behind you.’’ Eddie added. Y/N turned back to him with a smile.

“Oh yeah you did! You used to drum on the back of my chair and drive me CRAZY.’’

‘‘Wh- that was annoying you?! You never said anything!” Eddie chuckled, taking a step closer to her.

“Of course that was annoying me! I was just too shy back then to speak up.” Y/N shook her head at herself.

“Well I apologise. ‘twas not my intention m’lady.” Eddie bowed his head dramatically, hand movements to match. Y/N folded her arms.

“I accept your apology good sir, even if it is two years too late.” Y/N joked. Eddie pretended to be offended, standing back up straight and putting his hand to his chest which made Y/N laugh. She sighed and looked back at the boys. “Well I better get these three home so their Mom’s don’t kill me. It was good to see you Eddie.”

“Yeah, you too Y/N.” He walked to his van as Y/N got back in her car.

“Okay you guys ready to go?” The boys nodded. Y/N drove out of the school, giving Eddie a little wave on the way out.

“So were you and Eddie…friends?” Mike asked, sceptical. He tried to think of any instance where he saw Eddie even talk to a girl, let alone be friends with one. Y/N shook her head.

“Oh no I barely knew him.” Mike frowned.

“Well you seemed pretty excited to see him?” Y/N shrugged.

“I think it’s just that feeling when you see someone you knew from high school and realising how much time has passed. Maybe you’ll get it after you graduate.” The boys nodded. The tape ended. Y/N began playing it from the beginning again.

She tapped the steering wheel along to the beat, then sighed. “I miss Will.” She whined.

It had been a couple months since her Mom and brothers had moved to California. She had had the choice to go with them but decided to stay in Hawkins. She already had her own place and a stable job and moving somewhere else would do a number on her savings.

“What about Johnathan?” Lucas asked. Y/N pulled a face.

“Yeah I guess him too.” The boys laughed at the oldest sibling playing obvious favourite. No she loved Johnathan too but Will was the baby, and he’d always be the baby. “You boys aren’t making too much mess back there are you?” The rustling immediately stopped, making Y/N laugh. “I’m just kidding. I’m getting the car cleaned tomorrow you guys can go crazy.”

“Chores day?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah. Gotta go grocery shopping, tidy the house, do laundry, drop something off at work and get the car cleaned.” Y/N listed off. “Oh the joys of adulthood that await you boys.”

She joked, making the boys smile. “So you guys are friends with Eddie?”

“Yeah he runs the D&D club.” Mike answered.

“Oh right yeah! I totally forgot he did that.” Y/N commented. She looked at them through the rear view mirror. “So you guys tell Will that you don’t wanna play anymore but as soon as you get to High School-“

“I-It’s just because we wanted to make friends!” Mike interjected, feeling a twinge of guilt. Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“I’m kidding guys. As long as you’re having fun.” She brushed off.

They pulled into Mike’s driveway and he jumped out. His Mom opened the door and waved at Y/N, mouthing thanks as her son walked inside. “Well at least his Mom has manners.” Y/N mumbled, making Dustin and Lucas giggle.

Next was Lucas’ house. He jumped out and walked to the front passenger window.

“Thank you ever so much for driving me home Y/N. Do get home safe.” He said exaggeratively.

“You are very welcome Lucas. I will.” Lucas grinned and ran into his house. Y/N turned to look at the last boy. “You wanna jump in the front Dust?”

“Hell yeah!” The boy replied excitedly as he got out and swapped seats.

“Okay next stop, the Henderson residence.” The car started up again and they were back on the road.

“How’s work?” Dustin asked. Y/N shrugged.

“It’s work. Not much happens at Family Video so there’s not much to tell.”

“It must be cool to work with Steve and Robin.” The boy smiled.

“Yeah it’s cool, especially since they have to do everything I say.” Y/N said with mischief in her voice. “How’s high school going?”

“Alright I guess. Still getting bullied like in Middle School. Maybe a little better cause we’ve got Eddie looking out for us.” Y/N nodded sympathetically as she continued to listen. “This guy Jason is the worst-“

“Junior Jason Carver?!” Y/N loudly interrupted “Oh shit wait no he’ll be a senior now. WOW I’m old.”

“You know him?” Dustin questioned.

“I used to be his math tutor. He had a crush on me.” Y/N chuckled to herself.

“Wha- really?”

“Uh don’t sound so surprised Henderson! Yeah he did. His friends used to tease him about it when I was in earshot. I’d pretend not to hear but I did.” Y/N smile dropped. “But now he’s a bully? That’s so upsetting to hear. He seemed so sweet.”

“He mostly picks on Eddie. But then again, Eddie does kinda egg him on.”

“Well I’ll keep an eye out for him so I can give him a stern lecture.” Y/N said, her grip on the wheel tightening ever so slightly.

“Please make sure I’m around when you do, I can’t miss that.” The two laughed together as they stopped outside Dustin’s house. “Oh and the guys. Eddie especially. He’d love it.” Y/N nodded, an amused smile on her face.

“Well here we are.”

“Thanks Y/N.” Dustin said as he got out.

“No problem. Let me know if you guys need another lift.”

“We will! Bye!” Y/N watched him run into the house before looking away. She opened her glove box again to find something else to listen to. She frowned.

Why am I suddenly in the mood for something metal?

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #reader x Eddie Munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #reader x stranger things

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Migraine // Robin Buckley x Reader(Platonic) and Eddie Munson x Reader (Romantic)

request: Hiiii, can u write robin buckley x reader where theyre best friends and robin is taking care of an ill reader but is kind of lost so she calls the reader's bf eddie munson for help?

prompts: none!

summary: you and robin are having a movie marathon when you develop a migraine, panic ensues from the both of you as you’re facing some unpleasant symptoms, and robin has no idea how to help you feel better. luckily, your boyfriend eddie is there to help!

warnings: reader having a migraine, mentions of reader taking medication (i used the names of all the meds i take for migraines), nausea, mentions of throwing up, reader having emetophobia, panic attacks, allusions to the reader having other health problems, language, not proofread

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i decided to do a chronically ill reader instead of the reader just being sick because i'm also chronically ill so i figured it would be easier to write, and i have chronic migraines so this is heavily based on my experience with them, robin is reader's best friend, eddie is reader's boyfriend, gn reader

i know this isn’t exactly what you requested, but i hope you like it either way!

“Ow! Shit!” you said, bringing your hand up to your head at the sudden pain.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Robin asked, pausing the movie the two of you were watching, as she turned to look at you.

“Yeah, no everything’s fine. I just think I’ve got a migraine coming on.”

You gently rubbed the growing ache behind your eyebrow, feeling the pain begin to spread. You grumbled softly to yourself, knowing that it was going to be a bad one, since you had fallen asleep last night before taking your clonidine. You hadn’t thought much of it, but now you were beginning to regret not forcing yourself out of bed to take it.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked you, growing concern present in her voice.

Robin knew how bad your migraines could get, but she had never actually been around you while one was happening. She had no clue how to help you, or if she even could. And she also didn’t know just how bad they could get.

“Not currently, thanks though.” You smiled softly at her, immediately wincing at the pain the action brought.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Robin had enough common sense to know that loud noises and bright lights made it worse, so she was careful not to make too much noise around you. She reached for the remote, and switched the television off, before standing up and quietly closing all of the windows in your bedroom. She walked back over towards your bed, and sat down on it beside you.

You tried to lay down in an effort to ease your pain, but the change in position brought upon a sudden wave of nausea, along with the feeling of panic. You jolted back up, trying to make the nausea go away, but your sudden movements only made the feeling worse, along with aggravating the pounding inside your head.

Seeing the panic on your face, Robin whispered, “What happened?”

You tried to speak, but the thought of opening your mouth only made you more afraid. For as long as you could remember, you had been deathly afraid of vomiting. Sure, you’ve done it before, it was inevitable. But you tried to ward it off as best as you could. Unfortunately, the panic that always came along with the nausea just seemed to make it worse. It was a never ending cycle.

You couldn’t think, the pounding behind your eyebrow echoing loudly throughout your head. You couldn’t speak, the nausea churning deep inside of you. You couldn’t even breathe, the building anxiety attack causing your lungs to constrict.

It was all getting too much. And you couldn’t even talk to Robin to get help to stop it. You knew what you needed, but you were far too ill to go and get it yourself, and you couldn’t communicate what you needed to Robin.

Robin watched the scene unfolding in front of her, feeling her own anxiety begin to stir just from how scared you looked. She saw your throat move, as if you were trying to speak, put you bit down hard on your lips to keep your mouth shut. She had no idea what to do, and seeing you, her best friend, in agony was breaking her heart.

Gently she reached over and tapped your hand lightly to get your attention. Your head slowly turned to face her, panic and pain written on your face.

“I’m gonna call Eddie, alright? I don’t know how to help you, but he’s done this with you before, right?”

You turned the hand that she tapped into a thumbs up, not wanting to nod and make the pain in your head worse.

“Great, alright, I’ll be right back.”

Robin quietly walked out of your room and shut the door, before bolting down the stairs to the phone in your living room. She dialed Eddie’s number, hoping that she had remembered it correctly. The phone rang for a few moments, and Robin anxiously tapped her foot, praying to a god she didn’t believe in that he would answer.

“Hello?” a voice she immediately recognized as Eddie’s, said from the other side of the call.

“Eddie! Oh thank god! It’s Robin. I’m at y/n’s house right now, and they have a migraine, and I have no clue what to do. They won’t talk, and they look terrified and I have no clue how to help! Can you please get here as fast as you can? I think that they-”

Eddie cut off Robin’s rambling, not wanting to waste anymore time. “Yeah, I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

Robin heard a click, and put the phone back down when she realized that Eddie had hung up. Now all she had to do was wait.

~

Not even five minutes later, Eddie’s van came to a screeching halt outside of your house. Robin immediately rushed to open the door, not wanting the sound of the doorbell to hurt your head.

Eddie practically jumped out of the van, and ran towards the door. Robin moved aside to let him in, and locked the door behind him.

“Where are they?” Eddie asked in a hushed voice, a shocking contrast to his overwhelmingly loud personality.

“In their room.”

Eddie nodded and walked over to your kitchen to grab you a glass of water, before heading upstairs to your bedroom. Gently pushing your door open, he walked inside with Robin following right behind him.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie whispered, walking over to you and gently placing the cup down on your nightstand.

“I’m gonna get you your meds, and you’ll feel better in no time, alright?”

You looked up at him, vision blurry from the tears streaming down your face. He didn’t know if you were crying from the pain of the growing panic attack, but the sight of you so miserable shattered his very being.

Eddie walked over to your dresser, being careful to take light footsteps, and found your set of pill cases. He picked them up one by one and looked at the labels placed on the bottom of the identical cases.

Morning

Evening

Emergency

Placing the morning and evening cases down, Eddie opened the emergency one and took out a zofran and an extra strength ibuprofen your neurologist had prescribed you. The pill was abnormally large, and Eddie was still baffled at how you managed to swallow it. But you claimed it worked wonders, so struggling to get the pill down was worth it.

After having been in a relationship with you for almost a year, Eddie knew what all your medications looked like, and didn’t have to ask you anymore which ones you needed. It took him some time to figure out which one was which, but saving you the struggle of digging through your pills yourself was worth it.

Eddie walked back over to you, the two pills in his hand, and he sat down beside you. He picked up your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before turning it over and placing the zofran in your hand.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, immediately wincing at the pain you caused. Taking pills meant opening your mouth, and opening your mouth meant it was more likely for you to vomit. And you weren’t about to let that happen.

“Come on sweetheart, you have to take it. It’ll make your nausea go away. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

You knew he was right, you’ve taken zofran so many times before, and it always worked almost immediately. But you were still too scared to open your mouth. The mere idea of it not working fast enough made you want to risk staying in pain. Anything was better than vomiting. Even if it meant your head would be throbbing mercilessly for the next few hours.

Eddie’s face fell slightly, and he reached over to grab your other hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I’m right here, y/n. Everything will be okay. I promise. Just please, let me help you feel better.”

You drew in a shaky breath, feeling tears begin to stream down your face once more. You looked up at Eddie, who nodded encouragingly, and then over to Robin, who mouthed, “It’s ok. You can do it.”

You closed your eyes tightly, and slowly unclenched your jaw. You brought your hand up to your mouth, and hesitated for a moment, but Eddie squeezed your hand tightly once more. You took a deep breath once more, before opening your mouth and placing the small pill under your tongue, letting it begin to dissolve. You mentally winced at the bitter taste of the pill, but felt relief wash over you as you felt your nausea dissipate in the moments after the pill finished dissolving.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” Eddie smiled softly at you, still not letting go of your hand.

He held up the ibuprofen in the hand that wasn’t holding yours and said, “Are you ready to take this one?”

“Yeah,” you replied shakily, feeling the panic inside you begin to fade.

Grabbing the pill, you placed it inside your mouth before taking a sip from the water Eddie had brought up. You slowly finished the glass of water, before placing the empty cup back down on the table beside you.

Eddie leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Go ahead and rest baby, Robin and I will be right downstairs.”

“Alright,” you replied, shimming yourself down on the bed.

You wanted Eddie to stay and cuddle with you, but it was best for you to be alone when you were sleeping off a migraine. The quieter the better.

Eddie stood up from your bed, and walked back to your dresser, turning the radio to the lowest volume before switching it on. Robin shot him a confused look, but Eddie just shrugged and said, “Y/n told me that music helps their head feel better. I don’t get how, but if it works it works.”

She nodded, not quite understanding it either. She walked over to your door and turned to look at your now sleeping form. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized that you were soon going to feel better, and that now she would be able to help you next time.

tags: @jamespotterslover @thatspookyagent @hallecarey1 @evilcr0ne @milly-louise

#imagine #imagines #x reader #oneshot #smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things oneshot #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader

[k4g3hika]

HOME WRECKER ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: dustin has a teensy, tiny, crush on eddie’s girlfriend and will do anything to talk to her. maybe even bike all the way to their house after school, even though an impatient eddie waits for him.

genre: crack/fluff

wc: 1650

warning: mention of p**dophile! only once, if you feel triggered, feel free to skip over!

“Hi Y/N!” Dustin waves enthusiastically at you, giving you one of his biggest smiles. You smile back at him, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed. “How are you?”

He couldn’t believe that he was here right now. Dustin got this sudden idea in his last period class, amidst the moment when he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. It wasn’t like he was hopelessly in love with you…no! 

“I’m great Dust! I just finished a batch of cookies, you want some?” He nods, hopping inside the Munson trailer and walking up to the kitchen. 

Dustin likes Y/N. In a friendly, nice, genuine, best friend-ey way! Totally not in an ‘I want to date you’ way of course. 

He totally doesn’t wake up in the morning and think of you, and your food, and your smile and laugh. 

“I’m actually really proud of this batch. I put more than M&M's! I ground some Hershey’s and put some inside, I’ve been craving chocolate lately…I’m not sure why.” As you ramble on and on, Dustin puts his chin on the palm of his hand. He stares at you in a way that you can only decipher if Eddie looked at you, but from Dustin? It looked a bit weird. 

Dustin knew he shouldn’t be doing this. First off, he has a girlfriend. Don’t get him wrong, Suzy was amazing! She’s a fucking genius and absolutely beautiful…but she was so far away. And you were right here! This gorgeous, caring and smart person, that accepted him regardless of his awkward braces and personality. 

But besides that, the most crucial problem of his dilemma is that you are Eddie’s girlfriend. His idol Eddie’s girlfriend. It was so unfair!

“Hold on, didn’t you just come from school Dust? Did you bike all the way here?”

“Y-Yeah! But it’s fine. I’d do anything- I mean! I love spending time with you.” You raise your eyebrow, a bit curious as to why he would bike all the way to the trailer park. 

“You do know that Eddie isn’t here right? He’s at school, for the D&D campaign. Shouldn’t you be there too?” 

“Yup! I’ll just bike back there. It’s okay.” You gasp, shaking your head and grabbing the jacket that hung by the counter. It was his turn to get confused now, seeing you gather your things and looking around the living room area. “W-What-”

“Dust, I’m not letting you bike back. I’ll drop you off and you can just come home with Eddie to pick up your bike.”

“No-”

“Yes! It’s okay, besides I want to drop off the cookies for Hellfire. And,” you sing, handing him a cookie with a napkin, “you can be the first one to try it. You know, my special tester for my new recipe.”

Dustin feels like he’s going to drop down to his knees. 

—

“Where is Henderson?!” Eddie shouted, looking around the room and sensing the empty chair. Yes, he was upset about the junior’s absence, everyone, hear Eddie’s emphasis on everyone, needs to be here for the campaign tonight. Though every single other campaign is important, this one shines brighter than the others. He spent extra long on this campaign, in no way shape or form was any of the Hellfire members missing out on this. 

“I don’t know man, last I saw him was last period. He said he was gonna go on a short adventure.” Eddie feels his anger rise more. 

How dare he be late for the battle against Lord Soth! Eddie is going to kill him when he sees him. Absolutely wring him-

“Y/N!” Eddie’s head lifts up at Jeff’s proclamation, surprised with your presence. He was about to shout out your name until he witnessed the smaller figure that pops out from behind you. Of course, he’s happy that you’re here, don’t get him wrong, but why the fuck did Dustin come in with you?

“Hey, guys! I hope you’re in the mood for some sweets because I brought some!” The room erupts with cheer at the sound of your baking and you giggle, passing around the container. Eddie’s curiosity begins to slim, and he feels a growth of warmth in his heart, until your next statement, “Dustin tried out my new recipe and said it was delicious! I hope you enjoy-”

“WHAT?!” Everybody jumps at Eddie’s shriek, including you. He slams his hands against the table and faces Dustin with a livid expression, pushing the boy to fear. “You little, fucking- HOW DARE YOU?!?”

“Eddie-Eddie, wait!” Eddie inhales, stomping toward Dustin and grabbing the collar of his shirt. “No! Wait-”

“I do that! I try Y/N’s recipes! Why do you bike all the way to my house and visit my girlfriend?!? Alone?! Are you crazy!” Dustin starts to tear up at the elder’s aggression because if everyone was being honest, it was pretty scary. Sighing out of frustration, you drop the container down onto the table and rush to the ‘fight’ brewing. 

“Eds! Eddie! Stop!” You pull at Eddie but fail because of the amount of strength that was given to Dustin. “Eddie! Behave!” Your words fall on deaf ears since Eddie continuously shakes Dustin with fervour. 

“Prick! Get your own fucking girlfriend-”

“EDWARD!”

The room stills. Nervously, Eddie puts Dustin down, who scrambled to his Hellfire seat next to Mike. Your eyes seem to flare at your boyfriend, grabbing his hand and pulling him. 

“Outside, now!” Opening the door, you push him outside, shutting the door behind you. “What was that?! That is a fourteen-year-old boy!” Eddie crosses his arms and looks down onto the ground, hiding his face with his long hair. You huff, putting your hands on your waist. 

“Hello??” He groans, messing around with his hair more and more. You could tell that he was too shy to tell you but you didn’t care. You’re going to break it out of him, once and for all. 

Unfortunately, all your efforts, which were, pulling at his arms, begging him, and pulling at his jacket, were simply not working. You groan even louder now, all your anger leaving you, but now being replaced with frustration. 

“Eddie, please. Please just tell me why you were so mad.” He rolls his eyes, standing tall and facing you. 

“You tell me, Y/N. A boy, I don’t care how old he is, went to our house, to see you! My beautiful girlfriend, all alone. And does what? Eat a cookie? No…” Eddie stomps against the floor, “Fucking, tries, one of your, NEW, COOKIES! You said I could try it when I got home! You promised! I was excited! Fuck, I was thinking about it all day! ‘What is Y/N gonna put in her cookies this time’, ‘what new, amazing thing is Y/N gonna add’? And then,” Eddie breathes, 

“I HEAR THAT ONE OF MY HELLFIRE MEMBERS, TRIES IT BEFORE ME-” Eddie shuts up, yelping out of surprise when your plump lips land on his. He could feel your hands latching onto his neck, while he naturally move to your waist. You pull away and see his surprised facial expression. Laughing to yourself, you brush his hair back and kiss his cheek. “What…?”

“Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re jealous. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to let Dustin try those cookies before you. It slipped my mind that I promised. Besides, you really have nothing to worry about, especially with Dustin.”

“Psh, I know-” you put your index finger on his lips, immediately shutting him up. 

“I know, you know. But in there, you were acting like I was gonna leave you for him tomorrow. And I’m saying, you have nothing to worry about. I have a pretty clean criminal record and I do not want my first one to be, paedophile.” Eddie laughs at you, kissing your lips again. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Only around you to be honest.”

“Now,” you rub his cheeks, but snatch his face and push it closer to you, “go apologise to Dustin for strangling him like a maniac.”

—

You already left, leaving the container for Eddie to bring home. Eventually, the campaign went extremely well, Eddie won’t lie about that. But, he hasn’t said ‘sorry’ to Dustin, which was a task weighing heavily on his shoulders. 

However, you told him to give Dustin a ride back to the trailer park for his bike, so Eddie guesses that he can just apologize to the home-wrecker there. 

“Henderson,” Eddie honks his horn, “you comin’ with me.”

“O-Okay.” Dustin hops inside the van, clutching his bag to his chest. The ride begins in silence. 

Dustin was going to hop out of the window. He couldn’t stand the betrayal going on inside him right now. He felt so bad for one, having a crush on his friend’s girlfriend, and two, even having the guts to bike all the way to Eddie’s house, knowing she was home. 

“Listen Henderson,”

‘Oh god, oh god, this was it’ Dustin internally panics, ‘he’s gonna kick me out of Hellfire! Oh, Jesus fuck!’

“I’m sorry about earlier buddy. I didn’t mean to grab you or anything. Completely my fault.” 

‘...Oh.’

Eddie pulls into the trailer park, and the fear within Dustin begins to dissipate. He could almost feel a small smile grow on his face, opening the door quickly to grab his bike and go home. 

“Thanks for the ri-”

Until, Eddie grabs the handle of the passenger’s door and shuts it close. Dustin pauses, confused as to why Eddie would do such a thing. He releases the door, turning around to face Eddie, who had a calm, but clearly angry, look on his face. 

“If I ever hear, about you coming to my house, with Y/N all alone? I’m fucking chopping your head off.”

Okay, never mind. The fear came right back up his ass.

TAGS:

@crunchcake @buckwbarnz @bookobsessedfreak

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[xtrafluffyteddy]

Sea of love

Pairing: Eddie Munson x pregnant!reader

Mentions: pregnancy, pining, a little angst, fighting, happy ending!!

This is loosely inspired by the movie Juno and by loosely I mean real loose

It all started with a van atleast that’s roughly when you thought you conceived the little human growing inside you it was after a smoke session with none other than Eddie “the freak” munson you and him had a weird relationship but you didn’t mind you were just happy to be with him.

“Munson I’m pregnant” you said as he sat next to you at the picnic bench he choked quickly turning to you “your what?” “Pregnant Munson yah know this eggo is preggo” you replied staring at him “oh- oh cool I guess is it mine” he questioned toying with a leaf that had fallen into his hair “can’t be anyone else’s Munson you were the only one I’ve been with” you bite at your lip stopping only when you taste the familiar coppery taste. “Well what’re you gonna do?” He questioned deciding to look anywhere but you “I don’t know what I’m gonna do Munson but you don’t have to worry about it” and with that you got up leaving before he could see you cry.

Spring came and went you had gotten bigger your cravings becoming crazy along with the severe morning sickness that came and went. Sometimes you’d see Eddie and he’d try to talk to you but all you ever gave him was one word answers or just ignore him completely not wanting to face the fact that you were in love with him and him acting so nonchalant about your pregnancy had stabbed your heart, but you couldn’t blame him I mean who wants to be seen with a pregnant girl.

When summer came you were on your third trimester everything was hard now, trying to get up was a hassle, trying to tie your shoes was pretty much impossible at this point, and you had to worry about random people coming up to touch your belly without even asking. The only good thing was that you could finally feel the little kicks of your baby they seemed to kick the most every time you saw Eddie maybe it was because he still made your heart race.

When fall came you were close to popping and you couldn’t be more ready for this whole thing to be over. You had found out from the hellfire club that Eddie had asked Chrissy Cunningham to the homecoming dance and you decided to confront him “so heard you asked Chrissy to the dance” you said startling Eddie as he turned around “yeah we’re gonna go to the diner with the club then the dance then back to gareths grandmas boat house” he stated staring down at you “sounds fun Munson” you mumbled bitterly “what’s your problem” he asked crossing his arms over his chest “seems like I’m the only one suffering fucking backlash after all of this people are talking about me behind my back, I’m the size of a fucking planet, and I’m constantly having to piss” you rushed out reaching into your locker to grab your bag eddie was taken a back by how upset you sounded “hey let me gr-“ you cut him off “what’s ten more pounds ontop of all this” you slammed your locker and walked out of the building bag slung over your shoulder.

By the end of fall you had come to realization that you didn’t want to do any of this alone you wanted Eddie by your side even if it was just as a friend, so you waddled yourself to the familiar club room slipping in the through the door making eye contact with Eddie who decided to pause the campaign to come talk to you “hey what’s up” he asked staring down at you “I’m sorry munson for being an asshole I guess I was just lashing out because..” you began taking a deep shaky breath keeping your hand on your stomach “because I’m in love with you Munson” “like a friend?” “No Munson like for real” you looked up to gauge his reaction gasping in surprise when he just smiles “I was waiting for you to admit it sweetheart” and with that he leaned down giving you a soft kiss the whole club watching in surprise at the touching reunion.

Your water broke when you were hanging out with your best friend Steve, “hey uh Stevie” you shouted down the stairs where Steve was making a snack for the two of you “yeah?” He shouted back “I think I’ve either peed myself or-“ you continued “or what?!” He suddenly came into view “I think this eggo is about to pop” you stated voice shaking as he quickly helped you up and to his car being as careful as possible.

You didn’t tell Eddie you were having the baby not wanting to disturb his hellfire meeting knowing it was one of his biggest campaigns he’s ever made. Steve had stayed beside you through the whole delivery comforting you as you pushed and cried and reminded you to breathe making sure to keep his eyes on your face “your doin great keep breathing” he reminded and suddenly just like that the doctors held up your son all red and crying.

Eddie had rushed in almost 30 minutes later when Steve had called him from a pay phone telling him to rush to the hospital. He burst into the room taking in the sight of you fast asleep on your side. You woke up a bit and gave Eddie a tired smile “I did it Ed’s” you mumbled reaching for him, he crawled into your bed laying behind you “you sure did sweetheart you sure did” he pressed a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. They wheeled your son in once they got him cleaned up and dressed and swaddled “congratulations” the doctor said with a smile leaving you two with the little baby.

“Woah that’s him?” Eddie asked sitting up to look at his son who had a full head of brunette hair “that’s so fucking metal” he whispered kissing your forehead again before getting out of bed to pick up the little one “what do you wanna call him” he questioned looking down at you with nothing but love “I was thinking Ozzy” you mumble reaching out to caress your sons head “Yeah Ozzy Wayne Munson I love that sweetheart” he replied holding your hand “welcome to the world Ozzy get ready for a crazy ride” Eddie leaned down and kissed his sons forehead already vowing to be a better father than his was.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington #eddie munson stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved

[flower-gothic]

she wears short skirts, i wear t-shirts (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: you've been best friends (and secretly in love) with eddie for years, but when he gets a date with one of the cheerleaders, you find yourself doing everything you can to win his attention.

a/n: yes, the title and premise of this story is loosely based on "you belong with me" by taylor swift...this story is pretty self-indulgent, slightly angsty fluff. the descriptions of the reader are pretty closely based on myself, but feel free to imagine them however you like! please enjoy this little (okay, not so little) piece that would not get outta my head.

By all accounts, it was a typical Tuesday night–it started out like that, anyway. You were sat at your desk doing homework, the latest Iron Maiden record blaring through your headphones at a volume that was certain to damage your hearing. You knew Eddie, your oldest and closest friend, would most likely climb through your bedroom window any minute, despite the fact that your parents had no problem with him coming over; they, and everyone else, knew that nothing was going on between the two of you. Eddie just liked the dramatics of climbing up the side of your house to get inside, even though he waved at your mother through the window on his way up.

Like clockwork, right at 8:30, Eddie came pounding at the window loudly enough to cut through the sound of the music in your ears. Though he knew this was always necessary to get your attention, there was a certain urgency in his knocking on this particular evening. You pushed the window up for him, singing the chorus of “Wasted Years” to him with a cheesy grin as the music continued to pour through your headphones. You saw Eddie roll his eyes and smile at you, ever-amused by your shamelessly off-key singing. He pulled the headphones from your ears, bringing them to his own for a quick listen.

“Ah, the new Maiden album! This is a good one,” he observed loudly, unaware of his yelling over the music only he could hear.

You snatched the headphones back before hitting pause on the cassette. “Well, duh. Couldn’t you tell that from me singing to you?” 

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up underneath his curly mess of bangs. “Actually, I couldn’t. As much as I adore you, sweetheart, you’re no Bruce Dickinson,” he teased. You shoved him playfully, scoffing at the comment.

“Cruel, Eddie! I’d put myself right on par with the greatest of metal vocalists.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” he said. “Enough about the legitimacy of your singing talents, though. I have something important to tell you.” 

You could feel the excitement buzzing off of your friend, now that he mentioned it. He was bouncing around happily, making you wonder what had him so worked up. “What’s up, Eds?” you asked. 

Eddie’s signature toothy grin spread across his lovely face, reaching his chocolate-colored eyes; you could’ve sworn his cheeks blushed red. He flopped down onto your bed before he started to recount his tale. “Well, you know how I’ve always had a little bit of a crush on Megan, right? I accidentally ran into her at the store after school, like physically ran into her with a bunch of snacks in my arms–you know how I crave Yoohoo after I smoke–and we both dropped everything. Anyways, we helped each other pick up our stuff, got to talking, and we actually hit it off. And get this, Y/N. I’m taking her out on a date this Friday night!” Eddie beamed at you, clearly both exhilarated and proud of his story. 

For you, however, it felt as though someone had just landed a hard punch to your gut. Because little did Eddie, or your parents, or your friends know, you had had a crush on Eddie for quite some time. Finally, you worked up a response. “Megan M., you mean? Cheerleader, class president Megan?” you asked, slightly disbelieving. 

“Well, yeah. You knew that’s the Megan I’ve always had a thing for,” Eddie replied, seeming a little let down by your reaction. 

You let out a little puff of air, then turned back to your desk. “Oh,” was all you could muster. Tears were prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you would rather die than let Eddie see them. 

“That’s all you have to say? Oh? I thought you’d be a little more excited for me,” Eddie said, clearly downtrodden. 

You shook your head, gathering all the composure you could find within yourself and turning to face him. “No, Eds, it’s not that. I’m happy for you, really. I just have a bit of a headache and I have some homework to finish up, so I’m not feeling the greatest. I think I need to be by myself,” you lied, giving him a halfhearted smile.

Eddie frowned. “Really? We were supposed to watch a movie tonight. Robin gave me a couple good scary options for free,” he complained. Eddie could tell something was going on with you; even when you did have homework, you were usually happy to let him occupy himself with the books and magazines and tapes in your room, simply content to have some company. 

“Yes, Eddie, really. I just remembered I have an essay due in the morning, so I really need peace and quiet. You could go over to Gareth’s if you don’t feel like being alone, I know he’s been dying to see the new Friday the 13th movie,” you suggested. Then, as petty jealousy lanced through you, you added, “Or maybe you could go watch it with Megan.” You spat her name out like it tasted bitter. 

Standing from your bed, Eddie gave you a puzzled, slightly hurt look. “Fine, I guess I’ll just go, then. See you tomorrow, I guess.” Eddie slipped out your window as easily as he had entered, and when you heard his filthy white high-tops hit solid ground, you walked to the window and watched him jog to his van. As soon as the tires screeched away, the tears that had been threatening to fall for Eddie’s entire visit began spilling over.

Of all the girls Eddie could go out with, why did it have to be Megan? She was sweet, popular, and smart, not to mention absolutely gorgeous–the polar opposite of you. You looked in the mirror at yourself: curly, wild hair, big, chunky glasses, and your body draped in one of Eddie’s old Corroded Coffin t-shirts, making you look totally shapeless. You didn’t stand a chance against Megan and her perfect high ponytails and sinfully short skirts. Though you’d had your suspicions about the sorts of girls Eddie liked based on the magazines that were sometimes lying around his bedroom, this was your final, heartbreaking confirmation that you weren’t Eddie’s type–that he would never be attracted to you. 

You slept fitfully that night. Frustration plagued your mind, and you found yourself, in your sleeplessness, hatching a plan. Though it wasn’t likely to work, you came up with one final, last-ditch effort to get Eddie’s attention for yourself, to get him to see you. You set your alarm extra-early, knowing you’d have to get to work before the sun rose in order to make this happen.

At 5:45am the next morning, the obnoxious ringing of your alarm awoke you;  you had apparently drifted off at some point late in the night. You dragged yourself reluctantly out of bed. The gray morning light of autumn was just beginning to peek through your curtains, and you found yourself questioning if Eddie’s attention was truly worth waking up an hour earlier than normal. The thought of Eddie on a date with Megan M. helped you decide that it certainly was.

Thus began a painstaking morning routine: you took a long, hot shower, shaving your legs baby-smooth and scrubbing down with the floral body wash that your mother usually used. You blow-dried your hair smooth before tying it up into a ponytail that made your scalp ache. Then came the part which you found yourself most daunted by: makeup. You had a few products for special occasions, but they were rarely used otherwise. You had seen Nancy do her makeup a few times, though, and tried to remember her steps: light concealer to cover the tired circles under your eyes, rosy pink blush, mascara, and lip gloss that made your lips look full and shiny. Finally, you sneaked into your older sister’s room to raid her closet for something more feminine, apprehensive despite the fact that she was a few hundred miles away at college. It felt like she would know you were about to steal her clothes despite that fact.

In the end, you found yourself slipping into a short, pink skirt and white sweater that she had left behind, along with a pair of your own white sneakers. You tied a blush-pink satin ribbon into your hair as the finishing touch, then placed your thick glasses on your dresser, brushing off the slight blurriness in the name of looking more fashionable. Gazing in the mirror, you felt nothing like yourself: the only remnant of the real you left behind was the faded little stick-and-poke tattoo of a bat on your thigh that Eddie had put there while you were both drunk one night; he had one to match in the same spot. 

You grabbed your schoolbag and awaited Eddie’s appearance in front of your house; he took you to school every morning. As the minutes ticked by, you became worried that the previous night’s awkwardness was going to prevent him from showing up, but as you heard the van’s tires screech to a stop, you realized it was only Eddie’s habitual lateness. Eddie was drumming distractedly on the steering wheel when you opened the door and hopped inside. He turned to you with a smile. “Morning, sunshine. You feeling–” he stopped abruptly as he looked you up and down, jaw almost dropping. “You feeling better?” he managed after gawking at you for a few seconds. 

You smiled lightly at Eddie, trying to emulate the pleasant prettiness of the popular girls that Eddie was apparently interested in. “Much better today, thanks, Eds. Sorry I kicked you out last night,” you replied politely. 

Eddie continued staring you down as he pulled off towards Hawkins High. “Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled. Quietly, secretly, he wondered if you had actually hit your head, for he had only seen you dress this way for the family photos you so hated taking last year. 

You arrived at school and walked in together, as you always did. Before you could take your usual morning spot in the cafeteria, however, Megan was walking up, waving sweetly to Eddie. Immediately, your conversation about the upcoming Hellfire campaign was discarded. 

“Hey, Eddie!” she greeted the metalhead eagerly. “Hi,Y/N,” she added, smiling kindly at you, and dammit, you couldn’t even hate her because she truly was sweet.

“Good morning, m’lady,” Eddie replied, dropping to a knee and kissing her hand, and she giggled at him.

 Jealousy bubbled up in your chest: that stupid, cheesy routine was typically reserved for you. As the pair started a conversation, you broke away, quietly saying, “I gotta get to class,” but you didn’t think anyone was listening. 

In Mrs. O’Donnell’s Eddie took his usual spot next to you. “Hey, why’d you ditch me this morning?” he whispered. 

Looking straight ahead, you replied, “Dunno. Didn’t want to interrupt your conversation with Megan.”

“Aw, come on, Y/N. You’re never interrupting, and besides–” 

Eddie was abruptly cut off by Mrs. O’Donnell’s sharp voice. “Mr. Munson, would you like to share something with the class?” she asked. 

Eddie sighed, sinking down in his seat and facing forward. “No, ma’am.” 

At lunch, Megan was already sitting in your usual seat at the table, laughing away with Eddie and the rest of Hellfire. You approached awkwardly with your tray in hand, trying to turn the other direction before anyone noticed you when you realized there were no open chairs. Eddie spotted you before you could get away, though. “Oh, shoot, Y/N, I’m sorry. I can pull up a chair from one of the other tables,” he offered.

You felt your cheeks burning, wishing for a less embarrassing way out of this. “Oh, um, don’t worry about it! I told Nancy I’d help her out with something today anyway,” you said, ducking away from the table before Eddie could get another word in. 

That was how you ended up eating lunch all alone in the library. So much for capturing Eddie’s attention. 

You were nearly late to your afternoon classes due to the long walk back to the cafeteria to return your tray. Eddie and Megan were nowhere to be seen, but you bumped into Dustin as you rushed to chemistry. “Sorry,” you muttered. You didn’t even realize it was him at first.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dustin said, getting you to look up from your feet. “Sorry about lunch, I don’t know what Eddie was thinking, giving your seat away.” 

You just shrugged. “It’s fine. I just ate in the library, caught up on studying.” 

“Well I know this doesn’t make up for it, but she’s pretty cool, actually. Megan, I mean,” he explained.

Without meaning to, you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, Megan’s so cool and great and pretty. May as well have my seat at the table and my best friend.” 

Dustin’s brow knit together. “Are you upset about her going out with Eddie?” he asked. You didn’t respond for a moment, and realization soon dawned on his face. “You’re upset about her going out with Eddie,” he breathed, eyes wide. “Do you like him?” 

“I dunno. Maybe,” you answered hesitantly.

Dustin nodded. “You’re mad at Eddie, you’re dressed all weird, it all makes sense now!” Dustin said triumphantly. When you glared, he gave a sheepish chuckle. “Uh, sorry. This situation really is shit.”

The bell rang again before you could respond with any substance. “Yeah. Gotta go,” you said, rushing off to class and hoping that chemical formulas would take your mind off of all this, if only for the next 50 minutes.

After school, you were met by the not-so-shocking sight of Megan and Eddie leant up against his beat-up van and chatting. When he caught sight of you, Eddie smiled, and your anger melted away for a split-second. “Hey, you ready to go?” he asked. “I’m gonna give Megan a ride too, if you don’t mind giving up shotgun.” His eyes pleaded with you to go along with it, and with a forced smile, you did.

“No problem,” you said through gritted teeth. From the backseat you watched the two flirt; Eddie was nauseatingly sweet, playing some obnoxiously poppy Madonna tape through the speakers and driving like your grandmother would. He dropped you off first, much to your confusion. “Um, it’s pasta night, you know. Are you coming back after?” you asked. On Wednesday nights, Eddie usually joined your family for dinner. He hated being alone at the trailer and you knew that if he was home alone, he’d probably be eating a bowl of cereal for every meal. 

Eddie balked slightly. “Uh, probably not tonight. I’m kinda busy, got some homework to take care of. Tell your mom and dad I said hi, though,” he said. 

“Will do,” you replied tightly, hopping out of the backseat without saying goodbye.

So this was how it started. First, he put you in the backseat, now he wasn’t hanging out alone with you anymore, either–probably in order to prevent Megan’s jealousy and quell her doubts about the nature of your friendship. You knew that Eddie’s pet names and his cuddles were long gone, too. You headed directly to your bedroom and tore out of the stupid, pretty outfit and the ponytail you wore before scrubbing wildly at the makeup on your face. You then threw yourself on your bed and laid there until your mother called you for supper, but you barely ate; all you could do was stare at Eddie’s empty seat at your dining room table.

Despite the futility of it, you continued to wear the same outfits on the following days, feigning indifference to the newly-formed rift between Eddie and yourself. He brought you to school in the backseat and took you home the same way. You sat in a pulled-up extra seat at lunch while Eddie fawned over the object of his affections. 

On Friday, after school, you knew your time had run out. You couldn’t wait to get home, take off the fake outfit once and for all, and mourn what your friendship with Eddie used to be; after tonight, you were sure that the relationship you once shared would be a shadow of its former self. As you trudged out to meet Hawkins’ future hottest couple, you noticed Megan gesture to you. You frowned curiously as you approached.

“Hey, Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you about the tattoo on your leg. Where’d you get it? It’s kinda cool,” she said.

Before you could open your mouth to tell her that it was kind of a long story (a special and secret one at that), Eddie was answering for you. “I did it, actually. Y/N and I got super wasted and we were playing truth or dare, and she dared me to give her the tattoo. If you really like it, I could give you one too. Maybe tonight,” he suggested with a raise of his eyebrows. 

Before you could see her reaction, you were storming off in the other direction. Anger rose in your throat: giving away your seat was one thing, ditching you was another, but throwing away the sentimentality of the tattoo he gave you as though it was nothing? That was the last straw. “Y/N, where are you going?” Eddie called after you. 

You whipped your head around quickly. “Don’t fucking worry about it,” you said, venom lacing your voice. You turned back around, making a beeline for the big yellow school bus you hadn’t had to take since Eddie got his driver’s license. You heard him trotting up behind you, but you didn’t dare turn around.

“Hey! Don’t just walk away from me. What the fuck, Y/N? We aren’t like this. What’s going on with you? First you start dressing all crazy, now this,” he said as he sidled up to you.

Abruptly you stopped walking, fully turning to face him. “You just don’t get it, do you? God, I’m so stupid. I try acting different, I try dressing different, I even put on this damn mascara to try to get you to notice me! But it was never about the clothes and the makeup, was it? It’s just me you can’t see.” By this point, your lip was quivering and your voice shook, and you could feel a fat tear rolling down your cheek. You knew your dignity was gone at this point. You tore yourself away from Eddie’s big brown puppy eyes before he could stop you, before he could hurt you even more by confirming all of this, and made your way to the bus. 

The ride home was loud and bumpy. Eddie’s van was, too, but in the fun sort of way where the two of you blasted vulgar music and hit the bumps in the road at high speed just for the thrill of it. This was just grating on your frayed nerves. 

You spent the remainder of the afternoon in your room, sprawled across your bed while your music played. You’d ditched the high ponytail and the skirt for your usual look: wild hair and ripped jeans. You were wearing Eddie’s Corroded Coffin shirt again if only just for the futile comfort of being surrounded by something of his. You had put your glasses back on, too, because three days without them had left you with a relentless headache. 

You stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, only getting up to switch out your tapes every so often. Your parents had gone out for the night, so no one was home to tell you to get rid of the ear-shattering music. You barely noticed when the sun set and the light of day faded into night.

The sound of knuckles rapping against your window startled you from your stupor. You shot up in your bed, glancing at the clock first. 8:37, it said. So when you saw Eddie’s face peering through the window, things didn’t add up.

Your brows furrowed as you reluctantly opened the window. “I thought you had your date with Megan tonight,” you said. Eddie tumbled through the window and shook his head.

“I canceled,” he explained, standing before you with an expectant look on his face, but you only shrugged. 

“Okay? Why? You were like, so excited. Fuckin’ over the moon about her,” you muttered, walking away from the window and the chill of the fall evening. Eddie closed it behind him. 

“Well, my girl seemed like she needed me, and that’s more important than any old date.” 

You sighed. “Eddie, cut the bullshit, I know you’d rather be with–”

“Megan? No, Y/N, I’d rather figure out what’s been going on with you all week,” Eddie said. He gave you a stern sort of look that told you he was serious. 

You sighed in defeat; the truth was going to come out eventually, and you figured you may as well tell it yourself. “Fine. You really wanna know? I’m jealous. So there. I’m jealous that I’ve been here with you for all this time, and then at the drop of a hat you wanted to go date one of the pretty, popular girls. So I thought maybe you’d be into me, too, if I wore what they wear and acted how they act, b-but it didn’t change anything.” You looked at him tearfully and shrugged.

Eddie's eyes filled up with compassion. “I was wondering why you were dressing that way. Not that you didn’t look fuckin’ incredible in a skirt, but I missed seein’ you in my old t-shirts and these big dorky glasses,” he said fondly, stepping closer to you.

You shook your head. “Just stop, okay? I know I already fucked everything up, and I know it was stupid for me to try to make you like me with clothes and a new hairstyle. You don’t have to say things like that.” 

“But I’m not just saying it, sweet thing. You don’t have to change your clothes or your hair to make me like you. You are perfect exactly the way you are. You’re beautiful,” Eddie told you with a soft smile. He was standing right in front of you now, just inches away. When you looked up to meet his eyes, the love you felt for him stabbed painfully through your chest. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean exactly what I’m saying. And I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner, because obviously I’ve wasted a lot of time. I always thought you’d never be into me like that, so I tried to get over you and date other people. And Megan, she’s pretty and all, but you? I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate, Y/N. Not to mention the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met.” 

You felt your cheeks turn bright red. “Eddie, c’mon…” you mumbled, still not believing him. 

Eddie took your hands in his. “I’m not just messing around or joking, doll. You’ve been with me for years, put up with all my quirks and been there when things are bad. I can be with you for hours, days even, and still miss you the second I have to leave. I feel like myself when I’m with you. You never make me feel like the freak everyone says I am,” he said sincerely. 

“But-but what about the girls you usually like? I’m nothing like them.” 

Eddie grinned at you then, that smile that was just as bright as sunshine. He reached out, twirling one of your curls around his finger. “I prefer you like this. You look like yourself. Not to mention, I’ve always found you adorable in my shirts.” He paused for a moment, seeming to work himself up to say something bigger. “I never cared about the clothes and the makeup and all that. I want you just the way you are, not pretending to be something you’re not. Because honestly, Y/N, I love you for you.” 

You smiled back at Eddie then, finally starting to believe that this was real. Before you could speak again, Eddie took your face gently in his hands and pressed his lips against your own in a chaste kiss. When the shock of it wore off, you kissed him back; you savored the soft feeling of his lips against yours, the taste of spearmint gum and tobacco in his mouth, the smell of his cologne and the hint of weed that always lingered around him. It was a smell so distinctly and perfectly Eddie that you could just drown in it. 

Eddie smiled and licked his lips when you finally parted. “I think you forgot to take off that lipgloss you were wearing earlier, you taste like strawberries. Not that I’m complaining,” he said with a chuckle. 

You blushed and gave him a soft shove, which quickly turned into a warm embrace. “Shut up, Munson,” you said softly into his chest. He ghosted a hand over your hair. 

“I brought Friday the 13th Part VI and a couple beers if you’re free for the evening,” Eddie offered. “I know it’s not a very exciting first date, but…” 

“There’s no way I’d rather spend my evening.” You grabbed his hand, leading him to the family room with a grin. 

Plopping down on the couch, safely in Eddie’s arms, you watched the cheesy movie. Right before you could drift off, you heard Eddie’s mischievous voice one more time: “So, about these outfits you were wearing the past couple days, baby. What would it take to get you back into one of those skirts? Maybe just for a private viewing.” 

With a soft punch in the thigh, you replied, “Maybe you’ll just have to take me upstairs and find out.”

Eddie gave you a wicked grin, something hungry like you’d never seen before. It made your stomach flip-flop in anticipation. “Deal.” 

Maybe the skirts you’d worn weren’t completely useless, after all.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfiction

[ambrossart]

While I’m still working on the climax of part 8 (there’s a lot of strong emotions involved, and I really want to capture them as best as I can), here’s a little preview of what’s coming. 

Part 8 will be up tomorrow night since I have the day off to do all my final rewrites and edits. I will probably spend the whole day on it, honestly. 

In the meantime, enjoy this little sneak peak!

** Also, I can’t respond to comments because of the glitch, so if you post a question here, I swear I’m not ignoring you! **

“You know, it’s very rare to find a friend like Chrissy. We’ve been best friends since the first grade. The first grade. The teacher partnered us together for an assignment, and we just hit it off right away. It was effortless with her. As easy as breathing. We spent the whole afternoon talking and laughing, getting absolutely nothing done, and it’s been that way ever since. I swear, it’s like we’re in our own little world sometimes. We shut everyone else out, forget about all our problems, and just relax for a while… as long as we can. She’s the only one I’ve ever been able to do that with, and I’m assuming it’s the same for her; otherwise, she wouldn’t have kept me around for so long. And honestly that surprised me, too. I mean, you hear about girls dropping their childhood friends once they get a taste of popularity, but not Chris. No, she didn’t change at all. We still eat lunch together every day. Still walk home together every day. Sleepovers every Saturday, and then we hang out all day Sunday. It’s like a ritual at this point, and I think we’re both too afraid to break it. It’s like we think the world will end or something.” You laughed at that for a minute, then frowned. 

“We’re going to different schools next year. That wasn’t the plan, of course. We were both supposed to go to Evansville together, live it up, have the time of our lives, but now she’s the only one going. Chris thinks it’s because I didn’t get in, but the truth is… I never even applied. I don’t wanna go to college with her. I can’t go to college with her. And I know that’s sounds really selfish. Probably makes me seem like a total bitch, but… My whole identity is wrapped up in Chrissy Cunningham. From the time we became friends, she has defined me. I have no name anymore. I’m simply Chrissy’s best friend. And what, I have to spend another four years like that? Another forty? When I die, is that what’s gonna be engraved on my tombstone? I have nightmares about it. I wake up in the middle of the night and cry about it. I’ve spent the last twelve years living in Chrissy’s shadow, and it’s slowly killing me. And it’s not her fault. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s amazing, and I love her, but… I need to find out who I am… apart from her.” 

You breathed out the words and watched them drift away. This was the first time you’d ever spoken such treachery out loud. Until now, it had been trapped inside of you like a poison, and now that it was out, a small part of you was afraid. Afraid Chrissy might’ve heard you. Afraid that all your rituals had now been undone. The spell was broken, and now the world around you would cease to exist. Fires. Earthquakes. Floods. Famine. You sat there for a minute, listening for the sounds of screaming and panic, but there was nothing… just Spandau Ballet. 

You turned your head, caught Eddie Munson’s wide-eyed stare. “I’m sorry, were you asking me a question?”

“Uhh… just… what your plans are after high school.” 

Your face flushed. “Oh, right…” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked down. “Umm, college. In way too many words, college. Yeah, that’s what I’ll be doing. What about you?” 

Eddie pounded his fist on his knee. “I… have no idea. I guess I’ll be at the world’s mercy.” 

“You’re not gonna pursue your music?”

“Well, yeah, I’m gonna try… but the odds of making it are basically, y’know, zero.” He formed a goose egg with his hand, then made it explode with a flick of his fingers. “With my luck, I’m probably gonna end up sharing a prison cell with my old man.” 

“Don’t say that,” you said, sickened. 

“I’m just kidding…” 

“Yeah, you are, but you aren’t, so… stop.” Your voice was soft but emphatic. It made Eddie look at you in surprise. “I remember how you would get whenever your dad was out on parole. It was like night and day. You became a completely different person.”

Once, while you were all leaving Scottie’s house after a D&D session, Eddie saw his dad’s beat-up car sitting on the curb and, instantly, all the color drained from his face. Then he said, I gotta go, guys, and he skipped the next two sessions.

“You always swore you wouldn’t end up like him, so… swear it, Eddie. Swear you’ll never end up like him.” 

Your glare was earnest and desperate. 

Eddie sighed, surrendering to it. “I’ll never end up like him. I promise.” 

“Good,” you said. “And don’t make anymore jokes like that either because you’re not that funny, Munson.” 

“Okay,” said Eddie with a faint smile. “From now on, I’ll leave all the jokes to you.” 

#preview #this is just for you guys #thank you for being so patient while I obsess over small details #you’re all amazing #also I seriously love when she calls him Eddie and not Munson #it’s so rare but so sweet #sneak peek

[wackybuddiemewbs]

Hello there, folks. It's that time of the week again. So that means I'm back on my bullshit. And as per usual, I make it everyone's problem.

Working title: Buck, the Wedding Planner

Basic idea: Buck is set on giving his sister the wedding of her dreams after she and Chim finally sealed the deal. Which means clipboard!Buck is back with full swing - and with a mission. Oh, and of course, there is the small inconvenience of some (not) unrequited feelings for a certain best friend. But that's just the details...

Find out more here: Moodboard, Part 1

“We have a pavilion we can set up right in the big garden on the other side.”

“Georgia, you may make me cry right now. I’ve been aching for an open ceremony with a pavilion. Most places don’t offer them unless they are on a beach. Is it white or at least a light color?” Buck touches her shoulder gently. “Please tell me it’s white.”

“It is.”

He strikes a victory pose that might be a bit over the top for a white pavilion. “That means it goes with all colors. Psych!”

“Dad, why’s dad so excited about white pavilions?” Christopher asks, leaning over to his father as they watch Buck gush about pavilions with the woman kind enough to give them a tour around the property.

One of the Top 5, as he kept reminding us on the ride. Several times.

“I’m not entirely sure, buddy, but I guess we should just be happy for him,” Eddie whispers back.

“Okay.”

Eddie certainly didn’t wake up this morning, thinking he’d spend the remains of his afternoon walking through a possible wedding location for his friend and his fiancée, who happens to be his other friend’s sister. Neither did he expect to do it with his son and Buck.

But then again, being friends with Buck should have taught him by now that he does best expecting the unexpected. Because Buck is the kind of guy to wind up at your place with packed bags, having planned out a weekend trip for you and your kid from start to finish just because he can.

“But alternatively, we could host it inside, right? In case there’s bad weather or whatever else?” Buck continues, the damn clipboard resting by his hip.

Georgia nods her head. “Sure thing.”

“You’re making me very happy right now, Georgia.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Buck beams at her with the kind of smile that can light up an entire room – and that for white pavilions and the option to host the wedding entirely inside.

“Well, that’s about all I can show you. You can either go with our own catering or bring in your own, whichever you prefer. And you can see which rooms you want to book. If you want to, I can work out an offer for you as an estimate, and how big the deposit would be,” she tells him.

“That’d be great, thank you.”

“Alright, then I will leave you to it for a while, and come back with the papers. You can venture around a bit, see for yourself. If you have any questions, you find me right at the reception. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He grins at her.

“Alright, then I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Thank you,” Buck says, waving at her as she walks off.

Once she is out of sight, Buck turns around on the back of the heel to look at Christopher with utmost sincerity. “So, Christopher! I need your honest opinion.”

“About what?” he asks.

“Do you like the place? Would you be okay spending a day here sometime?” Buck questions.

Christopher tilts his head, carefully considering his reply. “I liked the fountain.”

“The fountain was great, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Christopher agrees. “And they have a white pavilion.”

Eddie chuckles to himself, patting his son on the back.

Buck smiles from ear to ear upon hearing this, then looks at Eddie. “See? This kid gets it. Why can’t Chim, too?”

“Wouldn’t have any idea. After all, it goes with all colors,” Eddie snorts, amused.

“Thank. You. Finally someone talking some sense!” Buck waves his arms around in dramatic fashion, nearly losing the clipboard in the process, which is oddly admirable in its very own way.

“So is there anywhere else you need to go?” Eddie asks, looking around.

Buck wrinkles his nose, then shrugs. “Just down this way to see whether we can get a golf cart in here.”

Eddie makes a face. “Golf cart?”

Last time he checked, golf carts were no necessary component of a wedding. But then again, it’s not like he’s been reading all of the wedding magazines that have since piled up right next to Buck’s bed. Eddie’s wedding was nothing out of the usual. Dress, suit, cake, loads of food, the entire family, some music to play, and a perfect day was made.

But yeah, I guess I’m just being old-fashioned. Certainly if I asked Buck, which is something I just as certainly won’t do.

“Some people are not well on their feet, some don’t like walking, others are lazy, and golf carts are always fun. So I thought putting some here would be a great idea. I know a dude who knows a dude who runs a club,” Buck replies matter-of-factly.

Eddie shakes his head. “You have strange relations.”

“You’d have no idea,” Buck laughs. “But anyway, count yourself lucky I don’t play golf. That’s for old people… Does Bobby play golf, do you know?”

“I wouldn’t ask him if I were you,” Eddie snorts.

“Yeah no, now I’m gonna.”

And yeah, Eddie knows he now planted a thought. Tomorrow’s shift is sure as hell going to be interesting.

Eddie shakes his head before turning his attention to Christopher glancing up at them both. “You wanna come with or wait and play with your Nintendo a little?”

“I’d like to play a bit,” Christopher answers.

“Okay, then you stay here and play,” Eddie agrees, smiling at his son softly. “Buck and I will be right over there.”

“Okay.”

They make sure the kid is all settled in the grass before they head to where Buck wants to set up the golf cart palooza. Hugging his chest, Eddie watches silently as Buck checks the ground, takes some notes, then continues walking about.

“So,” Eddie says after a while.

Buck blinks at him. “So?”

“Will you explain to me why you work yourself up so much about your sister’s wedding?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I just want everything to be perfect.”

“Buck, trust me, weddings are not about the event,” Eddie sighs. He’s been to his fair share, he’s had one of his own. In the end, none of that matters the moment that one person walks down the aisle.

Corny as it may sound, it’s true.

“Don’t say that when you haven’t seen all seasons of Say Yes to the Dress, the spin-off with the bridesmaids picking dresses and fights, The Wedding Planner, the one show where…,” Buck recounts, but Eddie cuts him off, waving with his arms, “Enough.”

Buck raises his hands. “I know it’s not about that, trust me, I know. Even though I haven’t walked down any aisle for that reason.”

“Well, if you know, then why do you insist on making it a huge event?” Eddie wants to know.

“This is Maddie’s and Chim’s big day. I want them to have a good time and not worry about a single thing, simple as that.”

Eddie frowns at that. “Worry?”

“Maddie has enough on her mind as is, now also including the prospect of marrying again. Thanks to Doug… that’s just another thing to add to the list of things she shouldn’t have to think about, but still has to because that’s what happened and we can’t change it anymore.”

Eddie grimaces. That does shed some light on the situation. While Buck caring for his sister and for Chim is perfectly out of question, wanting her to forget all about the past and focus on the future is… very much a thing Buck would do, Eddie knows.

“Maddie’s first wedding was all self-made, self-organized, and low-budget in a shitty place that smelled of toilets and moldy wood. She was entirely on her own coz I knew shit and I hardly got to leave the house. She made all the food herself, the location was mediocre at best, the music was shit… and the husband was evidently the biggest shit of all. I want it to be different for her this time.”

“But do you think Maddie needs all that?” Eddie ponders.

“I think she deserves all that,” Buck corrects him. “Maddie deserves a fresh start. A sign that all is headed in the right direction now, after they came such a long way together. I want this to be the perfect opposite of what she had before, so the only thing she thinks about will be how happy she is and not how unhappy she used to be.”

“You are a very good brother,” Eddie can’t help but say.

“And I hope to someday deserve the amazing sister I’ve got, but… yeah, I want to do that for her. And if that means bossing around some purveyors? Piece of cake for me.”

Eddie smiles softly. “I honestly didn’t know you were that much of a wedding enthusiast.”

“I’m not really,” Buck snorts. “Some images are scourged into my brain about women turning to banshees over the wrong cream tone for a dress.”

“Which does not at all sound familiar. Peonies.” Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him for emphasis.

“Vanessa was pulling my leg, I’m telling you, Eds,” Buck insists. “Either way. I don’t much care about the pomp and the glitter and the ironed table cloths.”

“But you think it’s important to Maddie?”

“No, which is precisely why I am taking care of it. Coz it isn’t important to her… just that it kinda is,” Buck tries to explain.

“And why is it, kinda?”

“I know she won’t say it out loud, but Maddie is freaked. She’s scared that things will remind her of the first wedding, that she’ll think about Boston, about all that’s happened, that it’ll show on her face… And that she may upset Chim with it. I don’t want her to look back but focus on her bright future with the man she loves ahead. That’s all,” Buck answers. “So I… take care of these things in her stead and make sure it’s all different from what she knows. A fresh start.”

“Which is very kind, but still, I think you are being a bit over the top,” Eddie argues. “Said as your best friend.”

“Just a bit?” Buck snorts, then shrugs. “Might be. I don’t know.”

Though honestly, Eddie finds it admirable. Buck is throwing himself into this so his sister doesn’t have to. Not that this in itself is any surprise. Now that he understands the reasoning, he knows he should have understood all along. Because Buck will do whatever it takes to make his family happy. And if that means making sure his sister doesn’t have a flashback to her shitty first wedding or her even shittier marriage, he’ll outdo himself.

That’s Evan Buckley for you.

“Leaves me wondering what you’ll cook up for your own wedding,” Eddie teases.

“Oh, if I get married, there will just be family, a tiny chapel or some open field, and family dinner over at the firehouse. I’m pretty set on that,” Buck declares.

Eddie blinks, somewhat caught off-guard. “I didn’t even know you had a plan for that to begin with.”

He still vaguely remembers Bobby telling him in confidence what kind of face Buck pulled when he teased him about a ring as a Christmas gift for Taylor. To quote: Just like when you give a baby a slice of lemon to eat.

“It’s not that much of a plan as a picture in my head,” Buck ponders. “Dunno. Also, are you slut shaming me with the whole ‘I didn’t take you to be the guy to wanna get married’?”

“You can be kind of slutty,” Eddie snickers.

Buck nudges against him. “Piss off.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “You know how I mean it.”

“That was Buck 1.0. That guy was, admittedly, a bit slutty. But Buck 4.0 will be decisively different once he seals the deal.”

“Not the software updates again,” Eddie sighs.

Honestly, he really wished Buck would stop that. It always makes him uneasy somehow. That Buck still tends to think of himself as some piece of faulty software waiting to be fixed. Sure, Buck is not perfect, and he may be a bit over the top with all this here, but Eddie wouldn’t want to change a single thing about who Buck truly is. That does not need updates or fixes.

But that’s a conversation for another day.

“But just for the record, I’m not surprised at you wanting to get married,” Eddie adds. “I was just surprised at you having a fable for weddings. That’s two different things.”

Buck smirks at him faintly. “True again. Well, funny enough, I wanted to get married for longer than most guys should probably have business thinking about it.”

“Did you?”

“Oh yeah. First big crush I had as a kid? I had the whole damn wedding and reception planned in my head. Though it didn’t last long when I understood that you actually had to be dating that person, and not just pine after them.”

He laughs, leaning his head back at the memory.

“Things turned sour when I had to watch Maddie marry that asshole. That definitely does something to how you perceive the… whole deal. But still, I’d always wanted it. I just didn’t feel like I had that kinda special connection with anyone. With Abby, I thought it would come, but things changed. Well, and with Ali and Taylor… that just wasn’t meant to be.”

Eddie opens his mouth to utter a quick reassurance, but Buck beats him to it. “But… the day will come. Buck 4.0 is a patient man. And until then… I plan weddings of the people I care about.”

“… And you are surely doing one hell of a job,” Eddie mutters, honestly a bit at a loss right at this moment.

“With white pavilions? You bet I am,” Buck laughs. “Now let’s see what Chris is doing. If he set a new record, I need that Gameboy for the ride back.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as they start to head back.

“So golf carts are still in the game?”

“Definitely. They won’t fit the color scheme, but with some festoons and some cloth, they should look festive enough.”

“Just make sure everyone gets a proper instruction – and the kids don’t ride them alone.”

“Oh please,” Buck snorts. “You don’t seriously think I haven’t considered that yet, do you?”

The two continue silently. Eddie frowns when Buck stops in his tracks and turns around slowly.

“Something the matter?” he asks.

“Actually yeah,” Buck answers. “It’s decided. This is the place.”

“And you don’t intend to consult with, you know, the people getting married?”

“I have a permit!”

“You wrote it yourself?” Eddie snorts.

“You bet. With fancy font. They complained about how much work it is, so they don’t get to complain about not being in the picture. It’s like a huge surprise party!”

“Buck! I found some beetles!” Christopher’s voice rings out. The two turn their heads to see him sitting in the grass, the Nintendo abandoned, entirely focused on those beetles, apparently.

“Coming, little Superman!” Buck hollers. “Just don’t eat any!”

“You know that’s basically like daring him?” Eddie huffs.

“Well, you’re the dad. You keep your kid from eating bugs.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. “You taunt him to eat a bug, you keep him from eating a bug. Or else I will end you.”

“They are actually nutritious. In some parts of the world they are common snacks and source of proteins.”

“Just make sure he doesn’t eat beetles,” Eddie rolls his eyes.

Buck smiles at him oh so sweetly. “If you go check in with Georgia to see if she’s done with the estimate, I might.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you don’t want your son to eat any beetles. And I got a push message from the forum I dug this place up at for when it’s getting recommended. And it is. So, off you go!” he shoos him.

Eddie shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Eddie waves him off as he starts walking. No, this is definitely not what he envisioned his day to look like when he woke up this morning. Because even expecting the unexpected does not prepare you just what that unexpected thing is going to be.

After a quick chat with Georgia, Eddie heads back over to where he left Buck and Christopher and the beetles, with Georgia in tow. Buck has Christopher balanced on his back, mimicking an airplane as they rush over the grass, pulling sharp turns around the trees framing the large garden. Christopher croons happily as he is tossed from one side to the other, though always feeling perfectly secure when he’s held by Buck. Because that man would never let go of him, simple as that.

Eddie can’t hold back a soft smile at the sight.

Some things are going as expected after all.

“You have an adorable son,” Georgia hums beside him.

“Thanks. He’s my world.”

“So, when this wedding is through, you two will be planning your own, I suppose? Just to let you know, we still have some slots available early September,” she continues.

Eddie whips his head around. “What? Buck and I? We are not… we’re just friends.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just assumed you two were… nevermind.”

“It’s okay,” he assures her.

“Georgia! There you are!” Buck calls out from afar. He expertly rolls Christopher off his back to gather him in his arms and set him down. “We’re taking it! Sign us up!”

“Glad to hear that!” she laughs.

Buck runs up to her, beaming from one ear to the other. Eddie watches with amusement as Buck hands her his clipboard to take hers and sign the necessary forms, only to rotate it all back around again in a rather awkward manner.

“Alright, then I’m going to put down your info and arrange for the rest. You have my card right there. So the rest we can discuss once I have booked your slot. Sounds like a plan?”

“Like the best of plans,” Buck chirps.

“You’re welcome to stay a while longer and venture around.”

“Thanks, Georgia.”

“Enjoy your time. See you.”

“See you!”

She waves at Christopher another time, before heading back inside.

“We did it!” Buck shouts, raising his arms above his head for a victory pose.

“Congrats, man,” Eddie chuckles softly.

“Okay, you two can chill on the grass for a bit,” Buck then says. “I will take some pictures to send to Decoration Dude.”

“Is that how you call him?” Eddie frowns.

“Dave is great fun and yeah, he lets me call him Decoration Dude, or Décor Dave. I didn’t get too fancy with the names after her snort-laughed his green smoothie when I called him the former.” He grins at Christopher. “It looked like the boogers just kept coming out of him nonstop!”

Christopher giggles at that mental image.

“Sounds like you’re great friends, you and Decoration Dude.”

“Getting jealous?” Buck laughs, elbowing Eddie lightly in the side.

“Hey, if you and Decoration Dude are happy together over snort-laughing smoothies, it’s fine by me.” Eddie raises his hands.

“What can I say? He has an eye for details and he has reasonable prices. Anyway. I didn’t plan an actual picnic coz the time slot came up on short notice, but I got these,” Buck ponders, reaching into his backpack to take out some bottles of water, a few nut bars, a bunch of apples, and three small packets of chips.

“And you seriously didn’t plan on this?” Eddie laughs.

“Actually not,” Buck admits. “Normally, I would’ve taken you to the park and I didn’t find it in me last night to actually cook food to take along, so I just grabbed whatever I had lying around my kitchen.”

“I think we’ll survive on that diet,” Eddie assures him, taking the not-a-picnic items from Buck.

Buck smiles at him, visibly relieved. “Okay, catch you in a bit.”

With that, he starts to roam around the area, taking pictures from all kinds of angles. Eddie settles himself down on the grass next to Christopher, making sure the boy eats at least some of the healthier items Buck brought along.

“Are you enjoying yourself alright, mijo?”

“We should go looking for locations more often,” Christopher says between bites of his apple. “It’s fun.”

“Well, that may be a bit expensive,” Eddie laughs.

Though he will have to admit, the afternoon was surprisingly pleasant.

“This place is nice,” Christopher sighs happily.

“It really is.”

“So Uncle Chimney and Aunt Maddie will get married here?”

Eddie nods his head. “That’s the plan.”

It certainly is Buck’s. And the happy couple will have to deal with that.

“They’re going to love it,” Christopher declares with utter surety.

“Yeah, I think they are. I mean, Buck sure loves it.”

“Then everyone’s going to love it.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Eddie laughs.

“Because everyone loves Buck,” his son says, as though it was the most obvious thing on earth.

Eddie lets his gaze wander back over to the other man busy taking pictures, making even visiting a wedding location a day trip to be remembered.

“Everyone loves Buck, yeah,” he whispers, smiling.

A couple of minutes later, Buck seems satisfied with the amount of pictures he’s taken. He makes his way back over to where Eddie and Christopher sat down on the grass and flops down next to them unceremoniously, which earns him another heartfelt giggle from Christopher.

“So? Cartographed the whole place?” Eddie teases.

“Oh yeah. Dave’s gonna love me. My phone’s storage is gonna hate me for flooding the gallery again,” Buck chimes.

“Well, then how about you stuff your phone away at last?” Eddie snorts.

“In one hot second,” Buck laughs, before holding up his hand to snatch a quick group picture. He checks the picture for a brief moment, his smile growing even bigger. “And that one’s for me.”

“You’re not gonna share?” Eddie scoffs.

Buck rolls his eyes. “Fine, since you asked kind of nicely.”

Eddie smirks when the message pops up on his screen. His gallery is going to hate him for it, too. After all, Eddie has an almost endless collection of just those pictures, the three of them smirking brightly in the camera. And while he won’t say it out loud, he will look just through those pictures after a rough shift or when he needs to distract his mind on the way back from a tough call.

“Dad? I think Buck fell asleep again,” Christopher mutters.

Eddie turns his head to look at Buck’s peaceful expression, still clutching that clipboard tightly to his chest.

“You get to wake him in a bit, however you want to,” Eddie chuckles softly. “For now, let’s let him dream of that wedding for a bit.”

Eddie pulls Christopher against his side, ruffling the boy’s hair as he enjoys the soft breeze, glad that he let Buck be Buck and change his plans.

Because very often, they turn out unexpectedly good.

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x evan buckley #evan buckley x eddie diaz #buddie fanfic #fanfic #wip wednesday

[hozierandco]

Sam Fender x Reader / smut / If Friday don’t come soon

A/N: Some good-old enemies to lovers. Unprotected sex.

Plot: When Dru's brother gets married, the stag do may become the most interesting part...

"No! I'm with Dru!"

"We've been at if for ten minutes now. I've already made my point that I know him for a longer time than you do" Sam trumpeted to an enraged Y/N.

"C'mon, be a gentleman for once. Let me go with him"

"You know what? He'll decide, how about that?"

"Sounds fair"

Who would have thought that for a common friend's stag, the hardest would be to pick the teams rather than to choose the actual activity.

Y/N had the priviledge to be the only woman amongst the boys at the stag, since she didn't know any guest on the side of women apart from the bride and since she was Dru's girl best friend, Dru being the groom's brother.

What it means however was that Samand Y/N would have to take on themselves not to ruin the night. It was a funny thing that Dru's closest friends were so different from one another. Ever since he had introduced them to one another, they fought like cat and dog.

The activity was set on paintball since Dru and his brother had played to it growing up. They were therefore reputed to be ruthless to the point that both Sam and Y/N wanted him on their team.

"Dru" Sam called for his drummer who was discussing with Joe.

Dru sighed, knowing that leaving Y/N and Sam together was not a good idea.

"We're facing a problem there. This diva here and myself both want to be on your team next Friday. We just need to fix it once and for all"

"Oh... I thought you knew that I'm teaming up with Eddie. Since you know, I'm his best man. And you know, his brother"

"Clearly, we stand zero chance to win if the Michaels team up" Y/N fainted pouting. She was eager to win to prove Sam she was good for something but now, she had no chance of that happening.

"Oh well then... Joe? Pairing with old Sam?"

"Thanks, Fender, always like to be the second choice! But I'm already with Emmett"

"Actually, I think you're the last two" Dru added with a grimace. It would be a blood bath.

"I better be alone in that case. Better than being with Fender"

"Yeah, thanks! As a matter of fact, I'm pretty good with it but you're right on one thing, I'll better be alone too"

"Yeah.. Not possible. Reservations are made for two"

"C'mon now!" Y/N sighed.

"That's bullocks" Sam grunted.

"You promised to behave!" Dru chided.

"Fine, I guess but you better be good!" Sam threatened.

"I'm a pro, Sam, who you take me for?"

Both Dru and Sam knew it was a lie and that the two of them together would fail miserably.

If it was not for the lack of brain cells they shared, it would be by lack of teamwork.

In an effort not to ruin the stag do and to stand a chance at paintball. They now knew they wouldn't be the first but there was no way they'd be last.

They agreed to see each other alone to discuss past disagreements and strategies.

"You're stubborn, Fender! I wasn't the first to be rude. You came up and pulled out that silly Aldo Maccione play at me"

"That's utter BS. I didn't do that! First, you're not my type at all and second, I don't fuck Dru's friends!"

"Yeah, I know the feeling. I care too much to do that too, I wouldn't risk losing him for a random bloke"

"I'm glad to hear you say"

"I'm sorry I misjudged you"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I sent you mixed messages. Let's start over, shall we?"

"Yeah, alright! So what's your type then?"

Sam scoffed "Easy now, you might be a part of the boys' club but I ain't talking about that with you"

***

The Friday arrived and all the guests had arrived by the paintball spot.

"Alright, ready to get slaughtered by the Michaels?", the groom-to-be asked while Dru began a haka of his own creation.

In spite of the rain that was softly falling down, the troops advanced and got their weapons of choice.

"Let's split here!" Y/N suggested as Sam and her reached a cabin that had been a collateral victim of many painters.

"Alright. It's 7.30. Let's meet here in an hour, okay?" Sam asked.

"Sure"

In the forest that was to be the battlefield, all of the groom's friends were shouting when approaching one another. The rain was getting thicker and Y/N hoped that her way back to the cabin wouldn't be sprinkled with a mishap like falling in the mud.

As she arrived by the cabin, earlier than expected as she was seeking for a shelter, she noticed Sam's shirt covered with large spots of green, purple and black on his jacket that was once white.

"Really? You got hurt how many times to end up like that?"

With the rain, the paint had started melting.

"Come under" Sam indicated so Y/N wouldn't get soaking wet "I might have overrestimated my talents"

"So have I" Y/N unveiled her shirt that was covered with the same range of colours.

"Making me feel bad for being lame when you're in the same state, really?"

Y/N's bra started showing off through the white blouse she had picked.

Sam couldn't help but to stare at what he was given to see. It was not his habit to stare but Y/N with the rain dripping off her and paint all over her clothes was simply irresistible.

He came closer to her, not believing his eyes when not only she didn't refuse the contact but she also moved closer.

They were now inside the cabin made of stone "Here, take that" Sam gave Y/N his jacket to protect her from the cold and as he put the jacket over her shoulders, he leaned for a kiss that Y/N gave back when their lips parted.

"You don't fuck with Dru's friends, huh?" Sam ironically asked.

"I'm not your type, huh?" Y/N replied tit for tat.

"You're clearly not my type" Sam continued as he pined Y/N to the cabin's entrance wall.

"Good, cause you're not mine" Y/N said as she attacked Sam's neck.

He got rid of enough clothes, on his side and on Y/N's to feel her around him. Y/N wrapped her legs around him, allowing her partner in crime to fall deeper inside her.

By fear of being caught, Sam sped up his moves. To help himself in the process, he had displayed his arms on the wall behind Y/N.

From afar, they could hear Dru rejoicing over yet another victim of his skills as a sniper. The noise got closer, which didn't work out well for Y/N and Sam's plans as they started a little concert of whimpers and moans.

They hushed each other down by uniting their lips. It was the perfect timing since a couple of seconds later, Sam unleashed the torrent that had built inside him.

Y/N was close too and prayed that Dru would go away since she knew she'd be unable to hold back her moans.

And indeed, Dru had set on running after Joe.

"Fuck, Sam. What would it be if I was your type?" Y/N asked as she was coming back from her orgasm.

"We should find the others" Sam said in a giggle.

As the two of them left, Sam ventured to take Y/N by the hand.

"Where were you?" As Dru asked, he noticed Sam's hand in Y/N's.

"Looks like you haven't lost everything tonight!" Dru winked at them.

#sam fender imagines #imagines #sam fender #smut #enemies to lovers #trope or not trope

[munson-blurbs]

hiii i've gone through your whole masterlist and i'm obsessed with your works <333 an idea popped into my head and i just know you'll be able to bring it to justice because you're so talented hehe would you be down to write a friends to lovers fic about grooms man!eddie x bridesmaid!reader, like maybe it's nancy and steve's wedding, and everyone in the party just teases them like "oh so are you guys gonna be the next ones to get married" just so they'll admit their feelings to each othee once and for all hahaha sorry if it's too specific! love you <333

Eep this was so fun!

Warnings: some angst, language

WC: 2.6k

Divider credit to @firefly-graphics

“There we go.” You gently weave the clip of Nancy’s veil into her hair, fluffing the tulle so it brushes her shoulders. “Nance, you look stunning.” Her curly hair is perfectly coiffed, falling in soft waves. Her dress is classic and elegant; an off-the-shoulder bodice with a full skirt. Even her makeup is perfect, with eyeshadow shimmering on her lids, lips painted a soft baby pink.

“Seriously,” Robin agrees as she hands the rest of the bridesmaids their bouquets. “Steve is gonna lose his mind when he sees you walk down that aisle.”

Max pipes up from behind her. “I’ve started taking bets on how long it’ll take him to start blubbering.” 

“Personally, I think it’ll be as soon as he hears the music,” Holly adds, smirking. This makes everyone giggle, and no one can disagree. 

Once the laughter dies down, Nancy beams, looking at her bridal party. “I can’t thank you girls enough for everything you’ve done to make this day so special.” Her voice breaks on the last word, and maid of honor Robin dashes over with a tissue.

“Don’t cry! You’ll smudge your makeup!” she warns, contorting her face at her own words. “God, I sound like such a priss!”

“Yeah, but you’re my priss,” Nancy teases, carefully dabbing at the corners of her eyes. She turns to you with a smile. “Y/N, could you go see if the guys are ready? I have this fear that one of them is gonna show up missing a tie or a shoe or something.”

“I’m also taking bets on that,” Max calls out. “My money’s on Mike.”

You take Nancy’s hand and give it a little squeeze. “No problem. I’ll make sure everyone is fully dressed.” 

She thanks you and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m so glad the gods of dorm assignments made us roommates,” she says as she lets you go. It seems like ages ago that you’d lugged your suitcases into the tiny dorm room your freshman year of college, greeted by the shy girl with big dreams of being a New York Times editor. The two of you had become fast friends, writing papers and cramming for exams together. After college, both of you had landed jobs at The Indianapolis Star, and the shared experience of being women in journalism had only brought you closer.

It had also brought you closer to Nancy’s friends from high school, many of whom were in the wedding party.

You rap on the door to the groom’s suite three times. “Is everyone decent?” you ask, pushing open the door slightly.

“10-4, we’re good to go!” Dustin’s voice calls back. He’s been taking his best man duties seriously–perhaps too seriously–since Steve first asked him to take on the role. You walk into the room and squeal with excitement at the guys in their tuxedos.

“You all look so handsome!” you gush. “Just wait until you see your bride, Steve. She looks even more beautiful than usual.”

Steve smiles, already blinking back tears. You’ll have to report back to Max that he didn’t even make it to the chapel before crying.

A clamoring comes from inside the restroom. “Stupid tie; won’t stay straight!” Eddie Munson grumbles, flinging open the door in frustration. “Does anyone here know how to–whoa.” He stops mid-sentence when he notices you in your lilac dress, accessory woes all but forgotten. 

“Need some help?” you offer politely, trying to calm your nerves at the prospect of being so close to him. Eddie just nods, and you pray that he doesn’t notice your trembling fingers as you adjust his tie. “There; now it’s perfect.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles. “You, um, you look really…wow.” He blushes as he trips over his words. He’d been shy around you ever since you’d moved to Indiana after college two years earlier, but he’s never been this tongue-tied. Probably just nervous about the wedding, you think, shrugging it off.

“Good wow, I hope,” you tease, finding yourself unable to make eye contact with him. His gray suit is fitted to his body and his usually unruly hair is pulled back into a low bun. If it wasn’t for the signature rings adorning his fingers, the D20 cufflinks, and the guitar pick necklace peeking out from under his shirt, you might not even recognize him.

“Y-yeah, of course!” He rushes, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

You blush at the compliment. “Well, you look very wow, yourself.” He looks more than wow; he’s downright gorgeous, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Especially in front of a crowd.

“Okay, lovebirds, save it for your own wedding,” Dustin jeers with a roll of his eyes. “We gotta start lining up.” He reads out the pairs:Mike with Holly, Lucas with Max…and Eddie with you. 

You loop your arm through Eddie’s, waiting your turn to walk down the aisle. Steve and Dustin are already at the altar; the former has tears streaming down his cheeks, and Nancy hasn’t even started walking with her father yet.

“He’s such a mess,” Eddie whispers to you, making you laugh.

“Careful,” you warn jokingly, “you might be the same way at your wedding.” Your heart skips a beat when you imagine him in Steve’s spot; only instead of Nancy, you’re the bride.

You and Eddie part once you make your way to the front of the chapel; he takes his place next to Mike and you take yours alongside Holly. Everyone stands when Nancy enters, and you find yourself nearly as emotional as Steve. Her eyes are glued to her groom, and she can’t seem to stop smiling. 

Your gaze briefly shifts to the groomsmen, and you’re taken aback when you realize Eddie’s looking back at you. He notices the tears brimming in your eyes and quickly pokes his tongue between his lips to make you laugh. You mirror his action and he grins, looking down at the ground before he gets caught causing mischief. 

The ceremony is simple and sweet, with Nancy and Steve reading handwritten vows. After promising to love and cherish one another forever, the minister pronounces them husband and wife, and all the guests burst into applause. 

Steve places a deep, passionate kiss on his new wife’s lips, and the recessional starts. You hook your arm around Eddie’s once more and head to the cocktail hour. 

Nancy grabs you as soon as you enter the sunlit room. “Can you help me with my bustle?” she asks sheepishly. “This dress feels like it weighs a hundred pounds!”

You nod emphatically, ignoring your growling stomach. You really worked up an appetite being a bridesmaid. “Of course, Mrs. Harrington,” you say with a smile. 

You’re kneeling on the ground of the bridal suite, determined to hook the loop around the buttons dotting the back of Nancy’s dress, when you hear a knock on the door.

“Special delivery!” Eddie’s voice alone makes you blush. Nancy, always astute, catches your pink cheeks in the mirror and makes kissy faces. You swat at her playfully.

“Come in, we’re decent!” you call back, and he enters with a plate of hors d'oeuvres. 

He extends the plate out between the two of you. “Figured you ladies might be hungry,” he says. Nancy grabs a mini quiche, but you don’t want to get grease on your hands while touching her pristine white dress.

“You can just leave the plate there,” you tell him politely, jutting your head toward a nearby table. “I’ll have some when I’m done with this.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. Max told me you’ve barely eaten anything all day, and I’m not waiting for you to faint. Really cuts into our dancing time if you’re unconscious, y’know?” He pinches a mushroom cap between two fingers and motions to your mouth. “How’s it?”

“Delicious,” you report. “Hit me with another.”

He laughs and obliges. This time, his fingers gently graze your lips, and you have to stop yourself from visibly shivering. 

“Thank you,” you say softly, retreating into yourself after the accidentally intimate moment. 

“Not a problem,” Eddie replies, unfazed by the ordeal. “Anything else I can help with?”

“I think we’re good here!” You finish fastening the bustle triumphantly, and Nancy breathes a sigh of relief now that she no longer has to drag the long train.

Eddie nods and steals a bacon-wrapped scallop from the plate. “I’ll see you two out there, then,” he says, but he’s only looking at you.

With Eddie safely on the other side of the door, Nancy looks at you with her arms folded across her bodice. “Now do you believe us when we say he’s in love with you?”

You bark out a laugh. “Because he brought a plate of food? It was for you, too. Is he also harboring a secret crush on you?”

“He didn’t feed it to me,” she shrugs, giving a knowing smirk. “And he didn’t mention dancing with me, either. Only you. And the way he looks at you? Come on, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter. “Let’s just get you to your husband.” You can’t let yourself develop stronger feelings towards Eddie. You’ve been through this before–everyone convinces you that a guy likes you, you let yourself get attached, and then your heart gets broken when he inevitably starts dating someone else or says he only sees you as a friend. No, that can’t happen again.

The band plays song after song as you and your friends dance the night away. Robin, four shots of tequila deep, starts a conga line to Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody.” Between the endless barrage of photo taking and the sheer happiness radiating through you, your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Eddie’s among the group of you on the dance floor, laughing and moving along to the beat. This is probably what he meant by ‘our dancing time,’ you think; to your dismay, you’re disappointed by this realization. You could, in theory, ask him to dance to a slow song–it is 1992, after all–but you can’t stomach the idea of him rejecting you. Or worse–taking pity on you.

“Having fun?” Max shouts over the music, and you give her a thumbs-up. “How about you?” she asks Eddie, who’s sulking now that the band is playing some overdone Madonna song.

“Would be better if we could get these guys to do some Metallica or Black Sabbath,” he jokes, although you suspect there’s some truth to his statement.

Max rolls her eyes and says, “Don’t worry; you can have a metal band play when you and Y/N get married.” Your eyes widen at her brazenness, and you try your best to be inconspicuous as you shuffle back to your seat.

“Y/N!” Max calls after you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Her cheeks are flushed, though it may be from the drinking and dancing.

“‘S not just that,” you mumble, slumping into your seat. “Sure, it’s embarrassing; but it’s also…I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

“Get your hopes up?”

“Yeah, get my hopes up that…that he feels the same way about me.” You feel your voice warble, and you take a deep breath to quell your emotions.

“Are you kidding?” Max asks incredulously. “Eddie is pathetically obsessed with you; it’s so obvious.”

“Then why hasn’t he asked me out? We’ve known each other for two years, Max. Two years. And he can make me feel like the most special person in the world, but he never makes a move.”

Max is uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, chewing on a painted fingernail. “You didn’t know Eddie back in high school,” she starts, “but he’s basically spent his entire life being rejected, especially by girls.” She sits down next to you and rests her palm on your knee. “He asked this one girl to prom–a cheerleader–because he thought she was into him. And maybe she was, I don’t know. But her ex-boyfriend ‘won her back’ the day before they were supposed to go together, and she left Eddie in the dust.”

“That’s…that’s terrible,” you manage, a bitter taste settling on your tongue. “I had no idea…”

“He’s told us a hundred times that he wants to ask you out. He has all these plans: dinner and a movie, or a concert; one time, he even thought of taking you to a cooking class because you mentioned how you went to one in college and really liked it.” She snorts at the idea of Eddie using a stove without burning the place to the ground. “But every time, he second guesses himself and chickens out. And every time, we give him shit for it.”

“So what do I do?” You gnaw at your bottom lip anxiously, looking at her through your lashes. 

Max pauses, considering her options. “Wait here,” she says finally, bolting from the table and making a beeline to Lucas and Dustin. She whispers something to them, and they nod in unison. You watch as Dustin sprints outside, where Eddie is smoking a cigarette. Lucas talks to the band, who is in between songs. They’re nodding their heads and discussing something, and Lucas looks satisfied when he hops down from the stage.

Your pout softens when you hear the opening notes of “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica. You glance over at Eddie, who is making his way towards you with a shy smile on his face. When he gets to your seat, he extends his hand.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks. You can see in his eyes that he’s nervous, maybe even more so than you.

“Of course you can,” you reply, taking his hand and joining him on the dance floor. You drape your left hand over his shoulder and his places his on your waist as the two of you sway to the music.

“It’s come to my attention that I’m an idiot,” he hums in your ear. “And that there’s someone really, really important to me that I’ve been hurting, and I didn’t even know it.”

You shake your head, hair tickling his face. “‘S not your fault,” you tell him. “I could’ve said something, too.”

“That is very true,” he teases, twirling you gently. “Maybe we can be idiots together?”

“I’d think we’d better, considering everyone’s already started planning our wedding,” you joke back. “Although I’d prefer to start with a date.”

Eddie holds you closer, pressing a light kiss to your nose. “I think that can be arranged.”

The two of you dance in comfortable silence, just holding one another. You rest your head on his chest, breathing in the scent of musky cologne and cigarettes. You feel so safe, so loved, with his strong hand holding the small of your back. “Hey, Eddie?” you murmur.

“Mhm?”

You shift your body slightly so you can look at him. His dark brown eyes are focused on you and you alone. He runs his tongue along his lower lip, and his jaw twitches slightly with nerves.

With all of the courage you can muster, you lean in and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you impossibly closer, resting a hand on your cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“Can’t believe I waited this long to do that,” he muses. “I really am an idiot.”

“I don’t know what’s more unbelievable: Eddie Munson kissing me, or Eddie Munson in a tux.” You laugh and kiss him again.

“Well, you’d better get used to the first one,” he says with a smirk. “But the second one isn’t happening again until our wedding.”

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jealousy, turning saints into the sea

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Eddie has never thought of himself as a jealous type. He has never felt a reason to be jealous even when he was away, on another mission. It was a rather unfamiliar emotion. It was until he met Buck. Or, to be more specific, until he met Taylor Kelly.

She was exactly this kind of woman he has always been avoiding. Confident (or even too confident), cunning and a little bit vicious. Heʼs not intimidated by strong women—hell, he knows and works with amazing women like Hen or Athena—and he loves them. But Taylor is different, though. Sheʼs more malicious and focused on herself, on her career. Even if Buck claims she has changed, Eddie still doesnʼt trust her. He canʼt trust or like her and he was really trying to accept her. The problem is, sheʼs still very much interested in Buck and she dates him. And thatʼs something Eddie canʼt get past. In fact, theyʼre on a date right now and thatʼs the only thing he can think about.

Oh, Eddie really wants to see his best friend happy... Just not necessarily with Taylor. He wants to be that someone who would make Buck happy. Getting shot helped him realize that maybe his feelings are not as platonic as he thought. Theyʼre as far from platonic as they can possibly be. Which is why he spends his evening alone, sulking on the couch. Christopher has a sleepover at Grant-Nash house, Ana is long gone from his life and Buckʼs on a date. He was concerned earlier about leaving Eddie all alone but Eddie insisted he would be okay.

He really regrets his words now. Heʼs not okay. Heʼd rather spend his evening curled up with Buck, watching some movies. Theyʼve been doing this since Buck kind of moved in to help Eddie with his recovery and take care of Christopher. And Eddie has adjusted to this new reality embarrassingly quickly. He loves being woken up by his best friend, he loves joyous breakfasts with Christopher and Buck, he loves when Buck comes home after the shift and asks how his boys are doing. He loves that Buckʼs so patient and sweet even if Eddieʼs all whiny and cranky. He just loves Buck and itʼs hard to see him with someone else. But he wanted to be a good friend and let Buck enjoy himself instead of babysitting him.  

The TV is playing a sappy and dumb rom-com but Eddie doesn’t even notice. He stares at it but he can’t focus. He’s still thinking about Buck and his date—which should be over soon—and wondering what they might’ve been doing. Unsurprisingly, it doesnʼt help and just makes his misery worse.

He almost calls him.

He stops before he touches the dial button and bites his lip.

This is ridiculous and pathetic.

Buck told him to call if something was wrong but is he really that petty and desperate to cut Buckʼs date short and make him come back?

He wants to say no but it wouldnʼt be a complete truth. Heʼs petty and jealous and he really tries not to destroy this date even if itʼs with Taylor Kelly. God, sometimes he really has that strange urge to strangle her just because sheʼs always somewhere hanging around Buck. 

Do not embarrass yourself, Diaz, he thinks, carefully putting away his phone on the table.

But what if Buckʼs not coming home tonight?

And there it is, that annoying, pesky voice in his mind, always ready to let the doubt creep in.

No.

He canʼt behave like a whiny, little brat.

He should be better than this. 

He should, for Buckʼs sake. 

He lets out a long, heavy sigh and he looks at the phone. 9:30 pm. Itʼs still not that late, he doesnʼt really need help. He can hold on for a little longer.

He can, right?

 At 10 pm heʼs not that sure about this anymore. Heʼs still sitting on the couch, nervously tapping at his leg and waiting for his best friend.

Fuck it. Heʼll cringe at himself later.

He dials Buckʼs number, biting his lip quite hard.

Heʼs not really surprised Buck picks up almost immediately. He always does it. 

“Eds? Are you okay?” He asks, his voice all concerned.

“Y-Yeah, I am. It’s just...” Eddie falls silent for a moment. He shouldʼve thought at least about a good excuse but itʼs too late now. “Iʼm so sorry for calling you on a date but...”

“... You need my help?” Buck finishes. “I told you, you can call me if you need me. Iʼll be home in twenty.” He promises, not even waiting for Eddie to explain why.

“Thanks, Buck.” Eddie says shyly and hangs up.

It... Wasnʼt as bad as he thought it would be. He doesnʼt feel that bad as he expected to. He feels embarrassed, just a little bit, but thatʼs all. Buck is coming home and thatʼs the only thing that matters. He will explain it... Somehow.

The next twenty minutes feel like an eternity of torture but he finally hears the keys jingling and seconds later, Buck coming inside. 

“Hey, Eddie.” He says warmly. He doesnʼt seem to be upset about the date and Eddie really hopes he wonʼt be pissed about it. “How are you feeling? Did you take the meds? Are you in pain?”

That sweet concern in his voice and the way he rushes to him to check his pulse, his forehead to confirm heʼs okay, it moves Eddie to the point he almost blurts out I love you.

“No... Iʼm not in pain and I did take my meds. Itʼs... I wanted to change my clothes but I couldn't take off my shirt.” He says instead, looking apologetically at his best friend.

“You really called me to help you take off your shirt?” Buck asks curiously, raising an eyebrow. Eddie blushes and starts to worry that he mightʼve pissed him off after all. But Buck doesnʼt sound angry when he continues. “... After I told you to change your clothes before I go out but you insisted you donʼt see any reason to change it?” 

“Maybe?” Eddie admits.

Buck laughs heartily.

“And Iʼm the dumbass one. Now, sit up, Edmundo and let me change it.” He orders.

Eddie does it without hesitation. Theyʼve done it a lot of times already—even though it wasnʼt too easy at first—that they could do it with their eyes closed. Buck carefully pulls off Eddieʼs shirt and his touch is very light, almost like a brush of a feather but Eddie still feels it and it runs shivers down his spine.

“I gotta admit, though, that Iʼm relieved you werenʼt a stubborn mule and didnʼt try to do it all by yourself.”

Eddie scoffs.

“When I was the stubborn mule?”

“You want the exact dates?”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Buck’s smile is very cocky and confident. “You’re doing so well because you have the best nurse in the world. Who puts up with your stubbornness and constant whining. And you love me for it.”

“I do.” 

You don’t know how much, he adds in his thoughts. 

Buck helps him put on his favourite sleeping t-shirt, takes a beer from the fridge and bottle of water for Eddie and then settles on the couch next to him. 

“It was only an excuse.” Eddie blurts out suddenly. Heʼs not sure why he said it; maybe itʼs because he doesnʼt like to lie.

“What was an excuse?” Buck asks, opening his bottle. He sounds curious, but also a little bit cautious.

“The shirt. I didnʼt want to change my shirt. I was just jealous because you were on a date with Taylor.”

Buck chokes on his beer. He needs a moment or two to process Eddieʼs words.

“Why are you even jealous? Is it because youʼre single again? Do you... Do you miss Ana?”

Eddie looks at him quizzically. 

“What? No. I donʼt miss her.” He huffs and falls silent because he doesnʼt know how to say what he means and not to sound like a complete asshole.

“Then why are you jealous? I know you donʼt like Taylor but I swear, sheʼs different now, sheʼs changed now and actually, weʼre not—”

“Iʼm in love with you. Iʼm jealous because Iʼm in love with you.” Eddie interrupts him. He looks at his hands, pretending to find something interesting here. He didnʼt even think about it, it just happened. Heʼs afraid of what he will hear next, what will their friendship look like, heʼs afraid it might be the end of their amazing relationship that theyʼve built.

Buck says nothing, maybe for a minute or two and the panic in Eddieʼs chest starts to rise. The words are out and thereʼs no coming back, he canʼt take them back. He canʼt make Buck forget about this and knowing him, not only he wouldnʼt forget but he would also spend a lot of time analysing them.

Buck touches his chin to force him to look up and look into his eyes but Eddie doesnʼt do it.

“Eds.”

Itʼs quiet, fragile, unsure, pleading. Eventually, Eddie obliges. He sees Buckʼs face so close to his; he can see those cute blue eyes shining with excitement and how the corners of his mouth curl into a sweet smile. Heʼs not horrified, scared or disappointed, itʼs the opposite of it.

“You are a real dumbass, Diaz.” Buck says before he kisses him. Itʼs soft and chaste as if he doesnʼt want to overwhelm his best friend even if he was the one to say about his feelings. Eddie is overwhelmed, not because of the kiss, itʼs rather because he can barely believe itʼs true, itʼs real. He cradles Buckʼs face in his hands, caresses his cheek with his thumb and kisses him back. 

Buck moves closer to him and thereʼs something sweet and touching with the way he carefully shifts his position to be more comfortable and not to accidentally hurt him. Eddie wants to say something sassy and flirting, mention something about Buck being the most attentive and caring nurse he’s had but before he opens his mouth, Buck kisses him again.

“Wait, Buck—” Eddie pulls away from Buck (he does it very reluctantly but he needs to know) to look into his eyes. “What about Taylor?”

“Now you’re thinking about Taylor?” Buck asks with amusement. “Taylor is my friend. We’re better as friends rather than a couple.”

“So why did you go on a date with her tonight?”

“I’ve never said I was going on a date. I just said that I’m going out with Taylor. You just assumed it’s a date.” Buck points out, slightly grinning. 

“And you didn’t correct me.” Eddie adds accusatory. “You’d spare me a lot of misery.” 

“If I had even the slightest suspicion you might be in love with me, I would have acted sooner.”

“I thought I was very obvious. Everyone told me that, even Ana said that I looked like a lovesick fool when she saw us together.” Eddie admits honestly. “I made you Christopher’s legal guardian, wasn’t it obvious enough?”

“Uh, no? I mean… I was wondering if it means more but I don’t want to jump into conclusions and give myself false hope. So I’d rather not think about it too much.” Buck explains shyly. “I didn’t want to destroy our friendship. I could live with unrequited love but not without my favourite Diaz boys.”

“We’re both dumbasses then.” Eddie laughs and kisses his best friend again.

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“I must admit, your ideas might not be the smoothest but they definitely work on Buck.” Eddie hears Taylorʼs amused voice behind his back and he turns around to face her.

 Itʼs an early evening but the whole team is at Diaz house (or, to be more specific, at Buckley—Diaz house because Buck has officially moved in a few days ago) to celebrate Eddieʼs comeback to the 118. Taylorʼs here too because Buck insisted on inviting her—even though Eddie wasnʼt ecstatic. He knows that she is no threat to his relationship but heʼs still a little bit cautious.

 “What ideas?” He asks curiously.

 “Donʼt play dumb, Diaz. You have always found a way to keep me away from him.” Taylor laughs heartily. “I get it, I really get it. You just want to protect him. But you donʼt have to worry, I have no intention of stealing him or hurting him.”

 “Okay, maybe I was trying to keep him as far from you as possible. I didnʼt like you, I didnʼt trust you. Hell, I still have trouble trusting you. But Buck likes you and I trust him.” Eddie shrugs. “And maybe, maybe youʼre not as bad as Iʼve thought.”

 “I take that as a compliment.” Taylor grins and takes a sip of the drink she has in her hands. “After you were shot... We thought for a brief moment that maybe we should try, be together but it didnʼt last long. Sure, we have a great chemistry but we want different things in life. Buck wants a family and Iʼm not thinking about it. I donʼt think Iʼm a good material for a wife or a mother. Probably not.” She says honestly. Eddie detects a note of regret, maybe a grief in her voice but he doesnʼt want to pry; they donʼt have this kind of relationship to tell about their secrets.

 “Youʼre probably too hard for yourself.” He cuts in anyway.

 “Maybe.” She chuckles. “But let me finish. My first priority is my work and Buckʼs first priority are his Diaz boys and it was easy to notice it so our relationship wouldnʼt work anyway. Especially after he told me about your will. Something this big as making Buck legally tied to your family would be problematic if you two were in relationships with other people. And the fact that you two are in love. When I met Buck again, I couldnʼt understand at first why you were always so pissed off when I was around. Iʼve tried to be nice but you were always so sarcastic and dismissive. But then I was enlightened... You were just jealous because youʼre in love with him too. Do you know how our dates,” she makes an air quote, “looked like? I was trying to convince him that his feelings are not one-sided and he was repeating that you would never fall in love with him. That was very exhausting.”

 “That sounds very much like Buck.” Eddie sighs heavily. “If Iʼm honest, I have fallen for his idiot ass embarrassingly fast. It just took me a long time to realize this.” He admits. “Sometimes Iʼm still surprised he fell in love with me.”

 “Youʼre the finest dilf in LA with the softest heart, whatʼs not to love? Itʼs not surprising he fell in love with you.”

 “Did you just call me the finest dilf in LA?” Eddie asks, completely surprised and amused at the same time.

 “I have eyes, Diaz, and I can admit it even though the mentioned dilf is not a fan of mine.” She answers with a smirk.

 “Are you calling my boyfriend dilf?” They hear Buck’s voice and immediately turn around. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think you’re hitting on Eddie.” He adds and kisses Eddie on the cheek. It’s new, fresh and even though Eddie loves Buck’s affectionate gestures, it still makes him blush. 

“Please, as if I ever had a chance.” Taylor sniggers. “You two are so disgustingly into each other, I doubt you’d notice anyone else. Oh, and Buckley? You owe me fifty bucks.” 

Eddie raises an eyebrow, looking from Taylor to Buck curiously.

“We had a bet and Buck lost it.” The reporter explains and she looks very pleased with herself. “We were betting how long it would take you to ask Buck to move in. I told him you wouldn’t want to waste more time but he didn’t want to believe me.” 

Eddie smiles widely.

“You were right, Evan. She’s not that bad at all.”

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Falling For You

Falling For You, Edward Cullen. Written from a females perspective. 

Summary: In which you let something very important come up under your breath, completely forgetting that your best friend is a vampire with super hearing. 

Set During: Twilight

Word Count: 1580 words

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Being around him felt like dancing on top of the stars. He was magical, something out of this world. In truth, he was just dead. But he still made your human heart beat twice as fast when the two of you spent time together. He still managed to make your thoughts go crazy (which were especially unhelpful when he could read thoughts, though you typically just repeated song lyrics around him so he couldn’t hear your true feelings). A part of you wished you could never come off of that high. To be with him forever. In every sense of the word. Because you would stop at nothing to be with him, truly.

No matter how he felt about it, you wanted a forever with him. Even if you were bound to stay just friends, you never wanted to leave his side. The two of you worked well together and in some odd way, it was like the universe pushed for the two of you to be together. You liked to believe that was what happened. That somewhere within the cosmos, you and Edward were created from the same star. Two halves meant to find each other. And it was silly to think of something like that, a bit naive if anything. But you would never believe in anything less when it came to Edward.

He was everything you ever wanted. The only problem, he was your best friend. And best friends don’t normally feel that way about each other. 

You rolled your eyes, holding onto the strap of your backpack with a smile as Edward met you in the hallway. The two of you began to walk towards the parking lot. This was normal for you guys, Edward driving you to your home and finding a way to stay over there for at least an hour. You knew he enjoyed it at your house, your family was always kind to him and they never interrupted you two when you were together. They trusted the two of you. A little too much from what Edward had said. But it was your normal and you loved it. Getting to spend time with him, listen to him rant about some of the idiotic thoughts some of your childhood friends have during classes, you loved it. When he would throw his head back and a chuckle tore past his lips, he was exactly like an angel.

“Y/n?” Edward waved a hand in front of your face, a confused expression resting on his own. “You stopped listening to what I said a while back.”

“I,” you muttered, knowing he could hear you no matter what, “I don’t even think I heard you start talking.”

“You’ve got a storm of thoughts going on around your mind, I can’t even make out something cohesive. Is everything okay? We don’t have to hang out today, I can always drop you off at your house and get you up to bed. A nap might do you well.”

“I’m not tired,” you muttered. “Just a lot going on, nothing to worry over.”

“You’re saying that you’re fine, but I don’t think you are. Seriously, Y/n, you’re not acting like yourself. Maybe Alice has an idea,” Edward shook his head at you, walking off to meet his “sister” with a smile. You couldn’t hear him, though if you were a vampire like him you would be able to, but you knew they were talking about you. Alice glanced over to you from time to time, a worry-stricken face that she tried her best to hide. You felt fine. There wasn’t anything to worry about, at least not for you. It was just — you couldn’t keep him off of your mind. And you had to do something to keep him from hearing your true feelings. So, you kept everything scrambled and across the place. That normally kept him from pressing for answers from you (and it also convinced him to stay out of your mind).

“Edward, I promise you, I’m fine.” You waved him off as you sat down in the car. “Now, are we going to go or?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Edward muttered, sparing a glance at you.

You knew that he wasn’t going to drop it, he never did. That was something you admired most about him. When it came to the people he cared about, the people he considered his family (to which, he would never admit, included you), he never stopped until the truth came out. For the most part, he never needed to scrape for it because he could hear exactly what it was from your mind. But at days like these, when your brain was scattered and even you had a hard time focusing on just one thing, he wasn’t able to get a clear answer. You knew exactly what was happening to you, it was something you had been trying so hard at keeping locked away. But feelings are fatal and you can’t always hide them. No matter how hard you try. 

“Y/n,” Edward paused for a moment as you two stalled at a red light. “You would tell me anything right?”

“Even if I didn’t, you would know,” you pointed out. “There’s no point in keeping secrets if you can read thoughts Eddie.”

“So you’re not causing your own mind to be scrambled to keep something from me?” Edward glanced over at you, just as you sucked in a light breath before letting it out as a giggle. 

“Edward, why would I do that?”

“I’m not sure,” his brows furrowed, “but it’s the only reasonable explanation I have for what’s going on with you. And if it’s something you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. I can back off for a while so you don’t have to tire yourself out doing that, okay? Whatever it is, I can tell you I’m not one to judge. Not at all.”

“That’s a lie,” you narrowed your eyes. “You judge people all the time.”

“Not you,” Edward smiled. “You’re different.”

“That’s also a lie, you judge me all the time.”

“I promise you that I wouldn’t this time,” you looked over to him, scanning his face as he spoke. His brow was quirked down, it only happened when he was worried about something, and his lips were pursed ever so slightly. A sigh tumbled from your lips as your head fell into your hands. “I’m giving you my word, Y/n, this is a judgement free zone. Now, will you please tell me whatever it is that is going through that mind of yours because I’m getting worried.”

“Edward,” you bit the inside of your cheek, “this could ruin our friendship, I don’t want to lose you because of something silly.”

“It’s not silly if you’re going to great lengths to hide it.”

You knew he was right, something in you wanted to scream it from the rooftops. Let the entire world know you are completely and utterly in love with Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, another part of you wanted to keep it hidden. Allow no one but yourself (and let’s be honest probably Jasper, you can hide your thoughts but feelings? no way) to know that secret. Sitting there, with your hands folded in your lap and chest filling with air, you were reminded of everything that made you fall in love with him in the first place. It was the small things; his smile when the sun started to set or the way he would go out of his way to make sure you were comfortable. The way he would protect you, softly wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he guided you through the town. Or maybe it was the way he allowed you to rest your head on his chest while watching a movie at his house, placing a blanket around your body and pulling you closer to him. Every little moment that was placed so soundly in your mind, a memory you liked to recall on often when you needed a smile. 

You didn’t want to lose him. You didn't want to lose your light.

“I don’t want to lose you, Edward.”

“I’m right here and not planning on going anywhere.”

“You haven’t heard what I’ve been keeping from you.”

“I stand by what I said before.”

“Even if I told you,” a quick pause as you built up the courage. “If I told you that I was falling in love with you.”

A beat. “Then I’d tell you that I’m in love with you.”

Pause. That was not the response you had expected. You blinked a few times, processing what he had just said to you. “What?”

“I’m in love with you Y/n,” Edward smiled. “You have my entire soul in your hands.”

“That was,” you sputtered. 

“Not what you expected?” You shook your head. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting for you to say it either. But it’s the truth, I’m in love with you Y/n. I have been for a while. And I’d love to be able to take you out on a date, a proper one. You could have a nice dinner and I could just watch.”

“Or we could put on a movie up in my room and do something we both enjoy?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Great.”

“Amazing,” Edward sent you a dazzling smile. 

“I regret keeping that a secret for so long.” You muttered, because maybe you had kept it a secret for a little too long. 

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 6)

Chapter Summary: It’s time for the anticipated party.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings boytoy!Bucky, mention to casual sex, open relationship, someone catching feelings.

A/N: No smut in this one… Thank you to my sweet Les for having my back. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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Bucky takes a sip from the whiskey in his hand and, for a glimpse of a moment, he thinks of the time he would absolutely hate the scenario around him right now, crowded with people of all imaginable sorts, loud chattering and music, dance floors flashing with bright and colorful lights. A party, but not just a party, a Tony Stark Party, filled with all of that and also the best food in the country and even better drinks. He used to loath them, until he freed himself from his own mind restraints and remembered what a party really was: an opportunity to let yourself lose, follow no rules except to have fun and, of course, meet some nice people, especially women – lots of them- to spend time with… in his bed. 

What had never crossed his mind, though, is that would come a day when he would be interested in meeting just one. And he holds his gaze on her right now. She’s there, among the sea of bodies, sipping from her drink while laughing and talking with her friends, Nat and Sharon.

Bucky can’t help the smile forming on his lips at the sight of her having her fun. As she should be…that party is all for her, after all. She looks beautiful, as usual, in a shimmery short dress and heels high enough to make a desert of his mouth. But it’s that loose laugh of hers, when her head falls a bit backwards as her shoulders shake and she puts her hand over her stomach, that makes his heart flutter inside his chest… He doesn’t even notice when his smile turns into a shuddering sigh.

He clears his throat before taking a long taste of his whiskey, hoping the strong liquor down his throat would help to put himself together. This is getting ridiculous… He needs to figure out what this huddle of… strange feelings growing inside him every time he sees or even thinks of her means… He needs to figure that shit out soon. 

“Well, well, well.”

Steve’s voice grasps his attention as his eyes advert from her to meet his friend walking closer to him.

“What’s up, punk?” Bucky doesn’t even know why but he immediately hates that little teasing smile on Steve’s face, he decides to ignore it, though.

“That’s one vision I’m not really used to. Bucky Barnes drinking all alone at a party. Where’s the mini harem that it’s usually seen surrounding you at such events?” Steve asks, not trying to disguise the playful sarcasm in his words.

“Night is only beginning, pal,” Bucky answers, putting on a cocky smile and tapping on Steve’s shoulder, using a bit more strength than usual.

“Yeah, sure,” Steve chuckles, not thoroughly convincedby the excuse, “You know, ever since Nat and I came back from the mission, I’ve been hearing some interesting speculations from some members of the team who stayed here…”

“Do I wanna hear it?” Bucky cocks an eyebrow.

Steve hums, “The word is out you’re just not the same anymore,” he shrugs and sips from his drink, peeking Bucky from under his eyelashes.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

 “They don’t see the usual parade of women coming and going from your apartment. Sam says there’s been one mysterious lady, though… but none of them seem to guess who.” With no hint of subtleness in him and with a teasing smirk on his lips, Steve turns his gaze to her direction across the room.

“Jesus…” Bucky huffs, shaking his head before drinking from his whiskey, “Fucking all mighty Avengers… Don’t you all have a World or two to save instead of gossiping about my private life?”

“Which was never really that private, let us be honest.”  Steve laughs.

Bucky can’t help but to let out a small laugh, too, shrugging at the incontestability of the statement. He was never one to be much discreet about his shenanigans.

“What is that exactly?” Steve insists, nodding his head in her direction, where she still talks animatedly with her friends, “I didn’t know you were, ahm, close friends with Y/n from the tech department.”

“Didn’t you walk in on us the other day?” Bucky puts on a mocking frown at him, “Do you need me to reenact it for you, pal? You know I would have no problem with that, but we’re gonna have to ask her-“

“You’re such a jerk,” Steve cuts him off, his cheeks already showing a shade of pink at the memory, “And don’t you think I didn’t notice that little stunt on movie night, too,” he adds in a chastising way, but the scowl quick breaks into a smile when Bucky laughs, “You know what I��m talking about, you’re Bucky, you love ladies, as in plural, you have loved them ever since you were a kid in the 30’s, I have to admit you’ve always been respectful in your own way, but you were never been a guy to settle for just one for longer than a night or two…” Steve follows Bucky’s gaze, which has automatically navigated towards her. He lets out a knowing hum before speaking again, “But I guess your path just hadn’t crossed with hers, yet…”

Bucky looks back at Steve, whose eyes are gleaming with something like excitement. Bucky doesn’t know exactly how the words sink into him, but he feels like he can’t just disagree, not if he’s going to be completely honest. Never has he felt the need to be with only one woman for that amount of time until… until her.  

“I mean,” Steve continues after no answer from Bucky, “I think it’s great, it was about time for you to find someone-“

 “Don’t go imagining unrealistic scenarios on your romantic little head, Punk. My name is not Steve Rogers to get off on,” a grimace twists Bucky’s face as he speaks, “Love, attachment… or any tacky sort of shit you’re into.”

Steve opens his mouth as if he were to say something, but lets out a frustrated sigh instead, pressing his lips into a taut line.  

“No, seriously, pal,” Bucky continues, in a less snapping tone, “Our, ahm, friendship is based exclusively on what you’ve seen and heard so far,” he smirks, “Sex. She had just gotten out of a long relationship and needed to get off, Nat thought of me - of course -introduced my dick to her pussy, they’ve become best of friends and here we are now,” he holds back a laugh, knowing damn well how the vulgar choice of words would make Steve’s 40’s little brain short-circuit, being the precise reason why he chose to put it that way.  

“Alright, alright, you’re just messing with me now,” Steve seems in a hurry to make his friend stop talking.

Bucky lets out the laugh he was holding and punches his friend’s shoulder, gaining a dirty look in response before resuming, “I mean… It’s nothing like you’re insinuating, she’s great and we’ve been having fun, that’s all,” Bucky adds as his gaze falls upon her again. Yeah… she’s great. And beautiful, sexy, funny, smart, kind- clearing his throat to dismiss his own betraying line of thoughts, he turns back to his friend.

“If you say so.” A small smile curls Steve’s lips, showing he’s anything but convinced. 

Goddammit, he does have a lot to figure out.  

~~~

“I knew something was up, Bucky never stays for movie nights.” Tears fill Sharon’s eyes from how hard she’s been laughing.

“I felt like a horny teenager in my parents’ home,” you resume the story you’ve been entertaining Sharon and Nat with, “Not that my teen years were that exciting,” you add with a grimace, “Far from it exactly, I was a tech nerd since I was eight, not really something that rocks teen boys’ worlds.” Bucky seems to really dig it, though, is the immediate thought that pops into your mind, but you see no reason why you should say it out loud.

“Well, it did bring you far enough,” Nat winks at you, moving her glass around the party being held to celebrate you to emphasize her point.

“Damn right,” Sharon agrees, raising her glass, which you and Nat quickly follow in a cheerful toast.

You can’t shake the smile of your lips. You wouldn’t go as far as to connect the events, but after your breakup with Eddie, it seems like you’re living another life. A new and more exciting life, both personally and professionally… That’s why it shouldn’t bother you so much that you still haven’t seen him. He said he would be there after you called to tell the news and invite him to come. But it does bother you to casually look around the party and not spotting him…

“So, it’s been like a month since this deal of yours started, right?” Nat asks, catching your attention after gulping from her customary vodka.

“Yeah,” your eyebrows furrow as you nod, “Sounds about right… and what a month, holy shitballs…” You round your eyes, letting out a puff.

“Care to share more details?” Sharon asks, wiggling her eyebrows.  

“Well…” You quickly survey the area around you and sneakily lean closer to them as they mimic you, “I had no idea what my body could do, I mean, I’ve been in positions I’ve never thought were humanly possible to perform, there’s not a day I don’t feel sore on every little inch of me, it’s a constant state by now,” you add, and the grin on your face tells how little the soreness really bothers you.

“Super soldiers…” Sharon smirks and winks before clinking her glass of champagne with yours.  

As Nat chuckles, you let out a giggle, “Yeah, I mean, my poor pussy hasn’t seen that much action her entire life.”

Nat’s jaw drops as she scoffs and turns to Sharon, “Check this out… this woman wouldn’t even say the word “sex” without choking before,” she points at you and you shrug, keeping the smile on your face. 

“That’s the Barnes effect,” Sharon comments, before turning to you, ”But wait a minute, how often you two have been keeping this encounters up?”

You take a second to think about it before answering, “Almost daily, I guess. When I don’t call him, he ends up calling me and so we go.”

“Really?” Nat asks and when you give her the confirmation, her brows snap together as a wondering “huh” slips out of her lips.   

She seems surprised by the fact you’re seeing Bucky practically every day, but you think nothing of it, “I’m sending you a whole box of this vodka you like so much, by the way.” You point at her glass, “You deserve it. I was just waiting for you to come back from that long ass mission of yours.”

He expression shifts to an amused one, “Oh, well, cheers to that,” she says before gulping down the rest of the liquid in her glass.  

“But let me ask you something,” Sharon cuts in, “You’ve been seeing him almost daily, having amazing sex with the Adonis we all have to agree Bucky is…” she looks at Natasha for support, who just nonchalantly shrugs her agreement, before turning back to you, “Don’t you think it can become a bit complicated? In the feelings area, I mean, Bucky can be pretty charming, but when it comes to commitment, well-” She tilts her head as a hint of concern is present on her voice.

Nat too focuses on you, interested in what you have as an answer.

You snort and waves dismissively at their concern, “No way. Don’t worry, you two. Neither of us are looking for such a thing. It is what it is: just sex. Bucky is amazing, I don’t think I would be able to have that sort of relationship with anyone other than him. He’s so relaxed and laid back, no games… he’s pretty clear with his intentions, which is no romance at all and that’s exactly what I need right now. We both want the exact same thing, that’s pretty clear ever since we set this deal and it’s not going to change,” you say with tranquility and firmness in your words.

“Are you sure?” Nat insists, giving you that look you know it’s all about her making sure you’re ok. “This whole idea came from me but I know Bucky for a long time, I know he’s not one to do feelings, but I’ve been worried about how you would take it.”

“Absolutely…” you guarantee “And to be honest, I know I need to work on it, I do, but when I think about a relationship, I mean, a conventional relationship, I still think of Eddie… I feel like I’m still too caught up on him to think of anyone else that way,” You shrug, pressing your lips in a line, “Bucky’s being really important to help me get through it all, though, I have to admit it.”

“Well… I’m glad.” Nat gives you a sympathetic smile, brushing a hand on your arm.

“Alright… I guess you have a boytoy, then, huh?” Sharon teases.

You laugh, before conceding with a nod, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Speaking of the devil,” Nat says in a quiet mumble and nods to behind your shoulder.  

Before you have the chance to turn around you hear his voice. That deep and raspy voice that usually makes your skin burn and tonight is no different, “Well, well, if it isn’t the power trio… Am I the devil by any chance?” Bucky steps beside you, narrowing his eyes at Natasha, before shooting you that captivating smile of his, the one that prompts a smile of yours to swiftly twist your lips too, “Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you answer, seizing the moment to take him over. He looks absolutely ravishing with his styled fluff hair, light scruff shadowing his jaw and beautiful eyes stuck on you, wearing an untied blue suit over a casual white t-shirt that not every man could make it work. Sharon was damn right, Bucky really is charming… too charming for his own good.

“So, talking about me, ladies?” He insists, tilting his head and focusing a piercing gaze on you, despite addressing  all three.  

There’s something about him… you just can’t stop smiling at his presence and, even worse, don’t seem to be able to tell a lie, not even an innocent one to save your ass, so you decide to take a sip of your champagne and leave it to your friends to answer the question. You guess boytoy can’t be worse than “human dildo”, like you called him before, but that has been just between you two...

“Yeah, yeah,” Sharon is the one to step in, holding back a laugh just like you, as Natasha, ever a pro, sustains a perfect poker face, “I haven’t seen Steve, yet and I was wondering if he would be with you.”

If you’ve seen a flicker of disappointment in his eyes it quickly vanishes as he turns to Sharon, “Oh, yeah, he was. Look, there he is by the bar,” Bucky points, “And you might wanna check the amount of Asgardian Liquor is being sneaked to him, the guy is already talking nonsense.”

“Oooo, Asgardian Liquor Steve is the best, I give twenty minutes before he starts summoning Mjölnir from wherever Thor is now,” Sharon’s face twinkles with excitement, “See you guys later,” she adds before rushing towards the bar and her boyfriend.

As a girl from the staff comes along and refills Nat’s glass with her special vodka, Bucky looks back at you. You smile at him but soon frowns a bit. There’s something different in the way he’s looking at you and you can’t just pinpoint what it is. There’s always sheer hunger in his gazes for you that makes your spine tremble, but tonight… there’s something a bit more… introspective in it, maybe?

“So, enjoying your night?” he asks.

You brush your thoughts away to answer, “Oh, shit, yeah… This is unbelievable. I was never one to party that much, but I could get used to this.” You sign with your glass around, still marveled by the over the top event being held in your name. “Tony is out of this world.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s true, though,” Natasha comments with an exaggerated eye roll.

You chuckle before a sight behind Bucky’s shoulders catches your eye.

“Hey, I-“ Bucky starts.

“He’s here,” cutting out whatever Bucky was gonna say to you, your voice comes out in a gasp as your hands run cold and your heart races.

“Who? Tony?” Bucky asks with a grin, turning his face towards the direction you’re staring at with startled eyes.  

“Eddie,” Nat is the one who answers, pointing at the man standing alone by the entrance, seeming a little lost as he glances around.

Not you nor Natasha sees when the smile on Bucky’s face falls. When he looks back around, though, he already has a lighthearted expression put on for you.

“I should go talk to him, right?” You check, shifting looks from him to Nat. As she just shrugs, curling the corner of her lips down - and by that, expressing exactly what she thinks -  you appeal to Bucky, focusing pleading eyes on him. Deep down, you know what you wanna do, but for some reason, just needs someone to back you up. 

“Yeah-“ he clears his throat, “I mean, you invited him, haven’t you?” He tightens his lips at an attempt of a smile.

“You’re right.” You nod, biting your lips nervously and looking straight ahead,  “See you guys later.” You wave, after taking one or two deep breaths.

Your shoulder brushes against Bucky as you walk past him and he turns his body around, following you with his gaze. He takes a long sip of his drink and places a hand inside his pocket, watching as you approach your ex-boyfriend.   

He tries hard to bury deep down inside him the tug on his chest.

“Oh, fuck…”

Natasha’s curse reminds him she’s still right there and he realizes she’s been watching him, with a dumbfounded expression he’s not used to seeing on her face.

He lets out a deep breath, “What?” 

Natasha scoffs and shakes her head, seeming in a state of disbelief, “This whole time I’d been worried about the wrong person.”

~~~

To be continued.

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[darlingpetao3]

House of W (Multiple!Wells x Reader, Chapter 2)

Rating: T

Summary: After having to deal with the deaths of an infinite number of Harrison Wells in the Multiverse, you, a magic-wielding meta, have a breakdown and unwittingly create a happy, fictitious sitcom life with some of your favourite men. In a world of comedy and cameos, can Team Flash and an out-of-town magician break through your powers to save you? And what if you don’t want to be saved...?

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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1

Birds tweeting, sun shining…

Big strong arms around you.

“Well, well, Wells,” you say with a scratchy morning voice and twist your body around in bed to see who’s got you in his grasp. Ah. “Good morning, Harry.”

“Good morning, (Y/L/N),” the scientist replies. You just love how strands of his hair stick up in place. Harry arguably has the best bedhead.

“You know dear, since we are married after all, don’t you think it would be more acceptable to call me by my first name?”

Harry chuckles and pulls you closer against him.

“You do raise a fair point. (Y/N).”

“That’s more like it.”

He kisses your nose. Shortly after he does, it starts to feel itchy. You feel like you’re about to sneeze. It wiggles and wiggles until—

“Achoo!”

Suddenly, Harry, who had been clad in his silky pyjamas is now- oh my.

“(Y/N), did you just sneeze my clothes away?”

You can hardly answer the Wells in your bed because you’re so enthralled by his lack of clothing under the sheets.

“Happy accident?” you offer innocently. Harry shakes his head and smiles as if to signify that you’re up to your old antics again.

“Come here, you,” he says and pulls the covers over you both.

* * * *

The scene is really quite comical.

Harry walks briskly with his long legs into work at S.T.A.R. Toys Manufacturing Inc. as you try to keep up with quick little steps and a clipboard… while H.R. trails behind you like a maniac with a tray of coffee.

“(Y/N), I believe you have some explaining to do,” Harry speaks to you over his shoulder. “Can you remind me why you’re at work with me? And why the numbskull, too?”

“Handsome numbskull!” H.R. jokingly clarifies. Harry rolls his eyes.

“I told you, honey,” you begin, “I decided it would be best for me to get a job instead of sitting around the house. Plus, an assistant here was the only position available. I thought that was terribly convenient. We can spend more time together now, isn’t that wonderful? As for H.R., I hired him as my assistant!”

“My assistant has an assistant?”

“Don’t question it, honey,” you tell him and pat him on the cheek. Just then, two young employees walk up to you. They look rather familiar, but you can’t place why at the moment.

“Good morning, Mr. Wells,” the pair greet Harry. “And Mrs. Wells. ...And Mr. Wells.”

“Ah, good morning Garcia. Runk,” Harry answers. “I trust your projects are coming along?”

“That they are, Sir,” the young man called Runk replies.

“We should have them finished and ready by end of day,” Garcia, the young woman, adds.

“I’m glad to hear it-”

“-Well done, chaps!” H.R. interrupts. “You’re all doing such magnificent work. All for the children.”

“All for the children,” Garcia and Runk agree.

Harry clears his throat and whispers to you, “I think assistants to the assistants should be seen and not heard.”

“I’ll have a little chat with him,” you tell your handsome boss husband. “Now, let’s build some toys!”

* * * *

After a long day at the factory, you, Harry, and H.R. all return home. The delicious scent of dinner greets you as you walk in the door.

“Mmm, I wonder what Sherloque and Nash are cooking up!” you think out loud.

“I hope it’s nothing French,” Harry says semi-bitterly.

“H.R., can you go see what they’re up to in there, sweetie?”

“I most certainly can, dearest!” he responds then disappears into the kitchen. You are sure to take this opportunity to have some more one-on-one time with Harry on the couch. As you sit, he sets his briefcase down on the coffee table and removes from it a small rocket ship. After turning it around in his hands, Harry hands it to you.

“I’d been working on this today,” he says.

“Oh Harry, it is so groovy. You do such fine work.”

“The idea came to me in a dream.”

“You make dreams come true for children every day.”

Harry turns to you. “I think I’ve always wanted kids. But I guess it’s never happened for me.” He looks into your eyes. “I think I’d like to have one with you someday, (Y/N). How do you feel about that?”

“I feel… I feel…” Your nose starts to wiggle again. “Achoo!”

“(Y/N), are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Oh, yes, I’m completely and totally, whoaaaa!” You stand up to get a better look at yourself, finding that your tummy has a noticeable roundness to it.

“Are you…?” Harry asks. The rest of the Wells men come rushing into the living room.

“Qu’est-ce qui se passe?”

“I heard another sneeze!”

“Jumping juniper, (Y/N)’s pregnant!”

They all group around you in a half-circle to admire your belly and to declare their delight at the very abrupt surprise.

“Is this really happening?” you ask all of them, falling deeper and deeper into your happiness.

“I couldn’t imagine a better life with you,” Harry says and punctuates his final word with a kiss. Everything about this moment just seems… so much more colourful and vibrant.

And perfect.

~ ~ ~ ~

Barry had urgently messaged Cisco and Caitlin to meet him back at the Grand Central City Auditorium, where they had just seen Zatanna’s magic act. The plan—what very little of a plan he had—was to race to find Zatanna, the Mistress of Magic, and ask for her help.

Word on the street was that Miss Zatara’s act wasn’t mere illusions. People have said that she really does possess a special magical power. And if this was the case, she was their only hope to retrieve you from whatever world you’ve gotten yourself into.

They say sometimes you have to fight fire with fire.

Well, now Team Flash is going to fight magic with magic.

It took a bit of making a scene inside the venue with the security guards for Zatanna to finally come out of her dressing room to see who was causing the commotion.

“Hi, excuse me, what’s going on here?”

“Zatanna? My name is Barry Allen,” your brother introduces himself. “I was at your show tonight.”

“Flawless,” Cisco can’t help but add.

“Sure,” she says, probably very much wanting him to get to the point. “How can I help you, Barry Allen?”

“We have a bit of a magical issue. My sister has gotten herself into a situation. We need your help.”

Zatanna’s big round eyes squint slightly, but whatever she sees in these three strangers surely isn’t threatening.

“Your sister, you say?” The Mistress of Magic always did have a soft spot for family. “Where is she?”

“You better come with us and see for yourself.”

~ ~ ~ ~

“Wow, this is quite the setup,” Zatanna says, taking in the Cortex upon her arrival. “Now, you said that your sister is broadcasting her own sitcom?”

“That’s right,” Barry confirms. “I switched on the TV earlier, and there she was in black and white. But the weird thing is that her set looked almost identical to her home, except not because her real home exploded-”

“Yeah, that’s the weird bit,” Cisco pipes up sarcastically. “Definitely not that she’s married to four different versions of the same man.”

“What?” Zatanna looks entirely confused. “Okay, you guys are going to have to catch me up.”

“No problem. The episode is streaming online. On repeat.”

“Cisco, pull up the show on the monitors,” Barry orders. The engineer does so, and the crew proceeds to analyze the sitcom episode.

“This man... or these men, rather—you said they died?” Zatanna asks the room. The rundown the gang gave her on the way to S.T.A.R Labs was quite rushed, so naturally it would only generate more questions.

“That’s right. I saw them disappear before my eyes,” Barry confirms. “They sacrificed themselves for us.”

Zatanna hums in thought. “Whether they’re truly dead or not, she must be using an incredible amount of magic to create this world and broadcast this across the airwaves.”

“Guys!” Caitlin raises her voice. “We have an incoming broadcast!”

The monitors change after a bit of static. Now, instead of the episode Team Flash was watching, a brand new jingle comes through the speakers.

“Is this…?” Barry starts.

“She released Episode Two!” Cisco cheers. Everyone in the room shoots him a look. “What? I’m invested.” As they watch the new episode, they take frantic notes, searching for any kind of clues.

“Look!” Barry points at the screen to the familiar faces.

“How did Allegra and Chester get in there?” Caitlin wonders.

“They have a guest-starring role…” Cisco notes, possibly with a hint of jealousy.

“And who are they?” Zatanna inquires.

“They’re our friends,” Barry clarifies. “At least, I think they are. They can't be illusions, can they? Created by (Y/N)?”

“I’ll call them and see if we can hear their phones ringing in the show,” Caitlin suggests. As she attempts the call, the rest of the team stands and stares at the screens hoping for some form of ringing sound. This episode seemed to be styled more in the Sixties, so it was unlikely that they’d actually see Chester and Allegra pull out a cell phone.

Nothing. No sound.

They must not have their phones on them…

A little while longer passes, with even more analyses by Team Flash and Zatanna studying your power on screen. Once in a while, she’ll ask Barry for background information about you. Which brings her to ask the all important question:

“How did (Y/N) get her powers?”

Barry goes on to explain your origin story, which coincides with his own. It was that one fateful night where Barry was in his CSI lab at CCPD, and so were you. You had stopped by to see how he was doing after the whole debacle of Iris getting her laptop stolen and Eddie saving the day instead. (To Barry’s credit, he tried really hard to catch the criminal, he just wasn’t fast enough). But you were checking up on him when the Particle Accelerator exploded and sent a wave of extraordinary, uncontained power across the city. You saw the lightning in the sky and tried to get Barry away from holding that metal chain, but in doing so, you also got caught in the crosshairs of the accident. Your brother fell into the shelf of chemicals as the lightning struck at the same time you knocked over a box of evidence—stolen ancient crystals from the Central City Museum.

Zatanna takes in the story silently, nodding in the right places. She’s deep in thought when a voice comes from the entrance to the Cortex: “Hey guys, what’s going on in here?”

Barry rushes to the two younger members of Team Flash, Allegra and Chester. “How did you two get in there? How did you get out?”

“Get in where?” Allegra wonders.

“Come on! In (Y/N)’s sitcom,” Cisco says. “Did she send out a casting call or did she just tell you that you got the parts?”

Chester and Allegra glance at each other with identical furrowed brows.

“You really don’t know what happened, do you?” Caitlin asks them.

“What happened?” they reply in unison.

Cisco stands up immediately. “I’ll get the popcorn.”

As he replays the footage, both of the ‘guest stars’ shake their heads in disbelief.

“Wow, nope, don’t remember any of that,” Chester says.

“No,” Allegra agrees. “One minute I’ve got my feet up in the Lounge, and the next I’m here walking into the Cortex.”

“Interesting,” Caitlin muses. “Interesting, but beyond strange. It’s like they’ve been mind wiped of the experience. We need more answers.” The rest of the episode plays out to reveal the big cliffhanger at the end.

“(Y/N)’s going to have a baby?!” Cisco shouts. “Oh man, things just got real. I wonder who’s the father... You don’t think (Y/N) would turn her show into a Maury episode, do you?”

“Zatanna, is there anything you can do?” Barry asks desperately. “This is getting out of hand.”

“I can cast a locating spell. All I have to do is say the words of what I wish backward for it to take hold.” Zatanna readies herself. “(N/Y) etacol,” the magician utters with her eyes closed. Everyone in the room stands silent in case making any kind of noise would ruin whatever spell she has cast.

They hold their breaths.

“I’m getting something…” Zatanna says eventually. “It’s like a signal of sorts. I can see it in my mind. And it’s coming from… here.”

“What do you mean, ‘here’?” Barry presses.

“Here. As in S.T.A.R. Labs.”

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #nash wells x reader #nash wells imagine #hr wells x reader #hr wells imagine #sherloque wells x reader #sherloque wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

[always-against-the-grain]

winter break pt I

Summary: You come home for winter break and pick things up with your neighbor. Continuation of farewell.

Pairing: AU Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: AU Negan, Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough-ish smut

A/N: no proof read. we die like men.

“Jesus fuck” you quickly shuffled inside your front door escaping the cold air outside. You had hands cupped over your mouth, blowing warm air into them. 

You’re father tossed your bag by the staircase as you turned the corner to the kitchen. 

“Ayyy she’s back!” Negan said with a mouthful of chip and guac that he preparing. 

“Hey” you waved at him before your mom swooped in to give you a tight hug. 

You embraced her, “Hi mom! Missed you.”

“You have no idea!” She replied before releasing you and holding both your cold hands. 

“Hey, Frankie this the one?” You heard a fimilar voice coming from the steps. 

It was Diana, holding the velvet green table cloth your family used every year around this time. 

She gave your hands a squeeze, before attending to Diana. 

“Yes, that’s the one” your mom answered, reaching to take it from her. 

“Diana this is Eddie, you’ve always just missed her”

“Diana is Negan’s girlfriend” your mom added. 

“Very Nice to meet you honey” she said smiling and giving you a soft handshake “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I’m sure you have 

“Nice to meet you too” your cheeks flushed red. Luckily that could easily be explained by the weather. 

You glanced over at Negan who was sipping on his mug to cover his smirk. 

“What time is this game on?” Your dad indirectly asked Negan flipping through the channels. 

“Uh, I think 7” he responded 

“Oh, we got a good two hours then.” 

“Alright, I’m gonna go get cleaned up. I’ll be back” you announced. 

“Need help with your bag?” Your mom asked not wanting you to do a thing while you were here home. 

“Nah, I got it” 

“I’ll help you Eddie” Diana offered

“No no no it’s okay” you tried to deflect her help 

Your words had to effect as he picked up your duffle and gestured with her arm for you to go up the steps first. 

You walked up the steps, heart pumping extra hard, in sync with your steps. 

On the last step the tip of your shoe caught the edge of the step and you tripped. Your quick successive steps prevented you from falling. 

“Whoa, watch it!” Diana laughed trailing behind you, duffle over her shoulder. 

“This is my room here” you walked in first

Diana set your bag down on your bed looking around the room, at your drawings pinned to your wall. 

You began taking off your winter coat. 

“I got you” Diana snuck up behind you, helping slip your arms through the sleeves 

Feeling her close behind sent tingles from your neck to your toes. 

“Thanks” you responded while she reached in you closet to put it on a hanger. 

You shuffled through your closet looking for a clean shirt. You landed on a thick black tee. 

You stared at it momentarily and turned to Diana. 

“I’m gonna change...” you hinted that you needed some privacy  

She reached for the hanger in your hand, “So, change...”

You reluctantly gave up the article of clothing. 

It felt like an eternity reaching for the hem of your shirt before pulling it through your head and shoulders. You immediately had goosebumps, partly due to the change in temperature, partly because you were in front of Diana for the first time in months and already topless. 

In the time you undressed your upper half Diana was standing behind you again. You became aware of her presence when she pulled your hips back into hers, lightly grinding. 

She gently bit your upper trap as she nibbled towards your neck. You turned your face towards her. Once your lips met her tongue slipped into your mouth. 

It was far too short. You sighed through your nostrils as Diana removed herself from the kiss, leaving you hot and bothered. 

“Get dressed” she said handing you your un-hung shirt. She softly patted your hip before stepping out. 

Fuck. Fuck Diana. Fuck Negan. Fuck Christmas. 

You hated how they could cleverly peel back your layers until you were nothing but nerves, reacting to any stimulus, seeking pleasure. In less than 5min with them you were already pent up, release on your mind. 

I’ll be quick - no there’s not enough time, you began debating with yourself, just do it. You’re wasting time. They’ll know - no they won’t. 

Fuck it. 

You locked the door and took care of yourself. 

You headed back down right in time, as the table was now set up for dinner.  

Negan and Diana were seated together across from your parents, your father in front of Negan and your mother across Diana. You sat the head of the table. Between your mom and Diana. 

Dinner felt normal despite the secret affair. 

You updated everyone on your semester and future plans. Negan cracked jokes with your dad, you added zingers to them. Diana asked questions about you, her attempt to get to know you was executed perfectly. She knew how to work a conversation. 

Diana occasionally brushed her leg onto yours. Turning you on, you to shifted in your seat every time. Amusing her. 

“You alright honey” your mom asked, noticing your movements. 

“Uh, yeah, my back just a little locked up from the flight” 

“Maybe Diana can help you out. She’s a PT y’know” your mom offered Diane’s services. 

“No no wouldn’t want to mooch of her. I’ll be alright” you responded

“It’s no problem Eddie. I can loosen you up just say the word” she said before taking a bite of her food.

“I’ll be fine” you kindly reassured them.

Conversations on conversation led to Negan and Diana making an announcement. 

“With Eddie graduating this year, you fine folks celebrating 25 years of marriage, we want to add to the good” Negan started.

“You’re pregnant?” Your mom jumped to conclusions excited for her friends. 

“Your are outside your mind” Diana laughed chugging the remainder of her wine. 

“No not that” Negan led to the announcement, “We’re getting hitched”

“Yay!” Your mom hopped of her seat give Diana and Negan a hug, almost putting both of them into a choke hold. 

“Congrats man” Your dad shook Negan’s hand across the table and raised his glass to Diana before taking a sip

“Congratulations guys” you smiled, genuinely happy for them 

“Thanks Eddie” the couple said together 

“So what do you say Klause, plan my Bacholeor party?”

“Fuck yes” your dad grinned happy for his buddy

“Wait does this mean I’m your best man too?”

“I wouldn’t do that do you haha! My brother is, but he can’t plan for shit” 

Diane and your mom having a conversation of their own. 

“Frankie, it would mean so much if you were one of my bridesmaids?” 

“Of course” she accepted. 

“You guys decided on a date?” Your mom asked 

“We’re thinking in late May of next year”

__________

After dinner you all were scattered in the living room watching the game. 

“You said you’re studying graphic design right Eddie?” Diana asked during halftime

“That is correct”

“Do you mind if consult with you regarding invitations?”

“Yeah, no problem. Do you have some ideas in mind?” you asked

“We do. Let me get your number before I forget”

She handed you her phone.

__________

Later that night you were about to crawl into bed when your phone buzzed on your night stand. 

It was an unsaved number. Diana’s surely. 

It was 2 short clips. 

The first clip was Negan’s legs splayed on his bed, Diana between them sucking his dick. 

Good thing your volume was on the lower end because the next clip was the backside of Diana with Negan plunging in and out of her from behind. This clip was a little longer with Negan slowing down to show is entire member exit her and shoved himself back inside. 

That was the last of it. Until you saw three little dots. 

The next message was an image of Negan’s cum dripping out Diana’s entrance. 

You could feel wetness beginning to pool between your legs. 

Three little dots 

- You could’ve been here if you didn’t take care of yourself earlier 

- Goodnight sweat heart

How the fuck did they know?

__________

The next morning, once your folks left for work you barged into Negan’s back door. 

“What the fuck!” he yelled from the kitchen, “You scared the shit outta me kid!” 

“YOU what the fuck!” You were frustrated, emotionally and sexually. 

“Hahaha, didn’t enjoy the show last night?” He asked nonchalantly as he continued prepping steak in a type of sauce. 

“You can’t do that! What if I opened it in front of my parents?”

“What are you really mad at? That we sent it? Or that you weren’t invited?” 

Shit. I don’t know. You thought to yourself. 

“That’s what I thought” Negan responded to your silence.

“Well, I’m here now” your impulse taking over. You walked to him and palmed him through his black jeans. 

“Woah, Eddie...” he said softly moving his hips away from your touch, hands still in the bowl, drenched. 

“I’m— I’m cooki—“ he stopped, removed his hands from the bowl and rested his wrists against the counter as you pecked your lips over the rough fabric of his pants.

“Fuck. You really wanna do this right now?”

Your eyes staring up at him, you nodded. 

You stood up and pulled him by his waistband toward the living room, Negan tried to stop at the sink first to wash his hands but you yanked him away. 

“Ed-“

You plopped him in the couch and got between his knees. 

“Diana won’t be happy if I dirty this couch” he gestured at his sauce covered hands “she picked it out”

“Then don’t” you challenged his self-control

“And you better not touch me with those dirty hands either”

You undid his belt buckle followed by his button and zipper. Negan helped you by lifting his hips of the couch while you slid his pants to his ankles. His hands slightly in the air, careful not to stain anything.  

His semi-hard member rested against his thigh. You started at his inner knee, licking and kissing your way up. You could feel his quads tense up. Once you were a peck away from his shaft your mouth went to his other inner thigh, pressing your soft lips against his hairy skin. 

“Oh Eddie, you don’t want continue what you’re doing” he warned you. 

“Or what? You won’t fuck me again? You won’t have your wife eat me out again?” you retaliated, in hopes to get him to realize he can’t resist you either. 

You took the head of dick on your mouth. Swirling you tongue around it. 

Negan’s head leaned back, finally having enough stimulation, “agh! fuck!”

You eventually started sucking him mid-way, stopping at his tip every so often. He would frequently lift his hips trying to get more of himself in your mouth. 

“You want me to go deeper?” You popped off him and pumped him slowly. 

Negan looked at you with some rage but also desperation. 

“Yes” he said reluctantly. 

You slowly put his member entirely in your mouth. Having good control on your gag reflex. Negan taking notice. 

“Not gagging I see. Did your little whore ass get some practice this semester? How many guys did you ask to suck off? How many got to come in that pretty little mouth?”

You continued to take him all the way. Then you deep throated him and held yourself there. 

“Oh fuck, mhmm” Negan’s orgasm building. 

You slipped off him all the way. Viscous saliva linking his dick to your lips. 

You brought yourself to the brink again. Holding that position. 

“I’m close” Negan breathed out quietly “and you’re gonna swallow all of it.”

You removed yourself. 

“Actually” you said wiping your mouth “I think you can take it from here. Or I can text your wife to finish for me.”

Negan took a frustrated breath trough his nose. 

Still on your knees, hips resting on your ankles, you stared at him briefly, giving him a in a what-now-? look

He swiftly took his shirt off, staining it with his hands, but he used it as a barrier between his sauce-covered hands and your hair. 

He sloppily guided your head and mouth to his member. You didn’t expect this to take this turn, but it turned you on.

You felt the urge to gag as his dick was entirely in your mouth. You tried to control it. 

“Breathe” His words helped you control it a little longer.

A few gags slipped out as he continued to hold you in place. He began talking dirty to you. 

“Not so experienced now are we”

“Choke on it you little slut” 

“You never know your limit do you? Or do love crossing lines?”

His comments built your own arousal.

Negan was on the brink of orgasm. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby” He held your head in place while his hips began thrusting upwards.

His depth became more shallow the faster he thrusted, and you appreciated the decrease in restraint he had on your head.

On his last thrust he pushed deeply and firmly brought your head down. You felt his pubic hair brush your nose.

“ughhh!” he gritted as he came. 

“Swallow.” He ordered as his orgasm subsided 

He slowly released the pressure he had on your head, letting you come off him. Simultaneously gulping the warm liquid. 

“You swallowed it all?”

“Yes”

“Say ‘I swallowed all your cum Negan’” he firmly cupped your chin. 

“I swallowed all your come Negan” you spoke through your restricted jaw. 

“That’s a good girl” he released his grip. 

“Now go upstairs and shower. Diana will be home any minute now, and she’ll want you clean” he said before pulling his pants up and walking to the kitchen to wash his hands. 

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