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i-hate-people-1 · 2 months

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~Mid to West~

Eddie Munson x Henderson reader road trip AU

Pairing:Eddie Munson x Henderson reader

Warnings:none

Words: 1,800

A/N: Had this idea a while ago finally decided to write it down.

Dustin wanted something; you knew it. He’d been doing your chores, letting you use the bathroom to get ready in the mornings without complaining, letting you take the first shower, folding your laundry, which he knew you hated doing.

You hadn’t said anything, not one to look at a gift horse in the mouth. However, it finally came to a head when Dustin came into your room with this morning tray in hand (the one your mom always used to bring you breakfast in bed on your birthdays or when you were sick). a bowl of honey nut Cheerios, a glass of orange juice, and a bowl of mixed fruit sit on top of it.

“I made you breakfast,” he said as he walked to you.

You gave him a strange look as he sat it on your nightstand. It was the weekend, so you had just been lounging around reading your new book since you woke up. “Why?” You finally asked, sitting up against your headboard, taking the food and starting to eat, still looking at him quizzically.

“What can’t a little brother just do something nice for his older sister, whom he loves so much?” Dustin defended unconvincingly.

"Yeah, they can, but you don’t,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Come on out with it, shitbird, you wait much longer. I’ll have finished my food, and you’ll have to wait till you can make a whole other meal,” you joked, popping a grape into your mouth.

"Alright, fine,” Dustin sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. “I do want something, and I want you to really think about it before you say no.” He trailed off, avoiding your gaze.

“Okay?” You egged, kicking his shoulder lightly, ready for him to get on with it.

"Well, you know how summer break starts next week, and I’ve outgrown science camp, and there’s no way mom would let me fly. You know how much planes scare her, and Susie’s parents wouldn’t let her either, but Mom would probably let me if you went to and drove me." Dustin paused, seeing the confusion on your face. “Would you take me on a road trip to Utah to visit Susie over the summer? Well, not the whole summer, but while it’s happening." Dustin finished rambling, looking at you hopefully with his best puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh,” you groaned. "Really, Utah, come on, it’s like the asscrack of America.”

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s Florida.”

“I don’t even have a car; how are we going to get there?” You asked, both loving and hating, the way your little brother's eyes lit up.

“Don’t even worry about that; I’ve got it covered. Is that a yes?” He asked far too excited at 8:30 in the morning.

“It’s a yes if you can find us a car and somehow convince Mom to let us go,” you told him, condescendingly.

“Yes! Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you; you're the best sister ever!” Dustin exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

"Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes as you tussled his hair. “I know, and don’t you forget it.”

***

That’s how Dustin found himself here, cleaning up after hellfire, about to ask Eddie if he’d be willing to drop his summer plans to drive him and his sister to Utah so he could see his girlfriend.

By some miracle, Dustin had convinced his overprotective mother to let him go, and Eddie was the last piece of the puzzle. Well, at least his van was deciding that even if it wasn’t the most reliable, it was the most spacious, meaning you’d have to spend less money on motels along the way, and you could fit more people, Lucas and Steve, on the top of his list to invite once he got the older boy to agree to this somewhat questionable plan.

“You’re oddly quiet, Henderson. What’s going on in the ginormous head of yours?” Eddie asked teasingly as he packed up his dice and began sliding his books into the book bag he’d had since his freshman year.

“What are your plans for the summer?” Dustin blurted it out, unable to keep it in any longer.

"Umm, I don’t know. Maybe plan a new campaign. I'm going to try to deal at some of the parties and make some extra cash. You know, I really enjoyed my last summer before I’m hurdled into a life of adulthood,” Eddie said, shrugging and throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic about finally graduating, but now I have to actually grow up. It's a bummer." Eddie sighed jokingly, getting ready to lock up. They had one more hellfire meeting before school was over; it was all oddly emotional for him.

“Well, how fun does a road trip to Utah with your favorite little buddy sound for summer plans?” Dustin propositioned himself, smiling hopefully at him.

“Like actual hell,” the older boy deadpanned, walking out of the old drama room.

"Oh, come on, please, it’ll be fun, I promise, and me and Y/N really need your van,” Dustin pleaded, following after him.

“Y/N will be there?” Eddie asked, stopping in his tracks and smiling brightly when Dustin nodded. "Well, why didn’t you say so sooner? Utah sounds great!” Eddie exclaimed.

"Really, you only want to go for my sister?” Dustin asked with mock sadness in his voice.

“No Dustin I only want to go for your hot sister,” Eddie paused, laughing at the way Dustin’s nose wrinkled in disgust at his words. "Besides, you only want me to go for my van,” Eddie pointed out as they began walking to the parking lot.

“Fair enough,” Dustin shrugged, walking beside him.

“So where’s Utah, like Canada or something?”

“Oh my god,” Dustin mumbled, shaking his head, already regretting asking him to come.

***

After a week of anticipation a graduation ceremony where you, Robin, Eddie, and Nancy walked the stage and a lot of time spent making Eddie look at a map, it was finally time for your trip to begin. Dustin had been practically bouncing off the walls all morning, and he was excited to spend what you had calculated to be almost 23 hours in a car, not including stops.

Somehow, you ended up with six people coming on your little road trip: Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Lucas.

Lucky for you, the Wheelers already had plans to visit the Byers, so you didn’t have to shove two more in there, and Max was going to summer camp.

You could practically hear when Eddie pulled into your street loud vehicle blasting music and erratic driving, doing nothing to keep him stealthy.

“Are you sure you guys really want to go?” Your mother asked you for the hundredth time. “Maybe you should stay.”

Dustin threw his head back, dramatically letting out a groan. “Come on, Mom, we talked about this. We’re going to be fine. You’ve got to give Dusty Buns a little freedom, plus I’ll be with him the whole time.” You paused walking over to Dustin, who was giving your mom puppy dog eyes, pinching his chin in between your fingers. “Besides, who could say no to this face?” you coed, knowing that as overprotective as she was, she had a hard time telling him no.

"Okay, okay, just be careful and call me,” she conceited, pulling you both in for a hug that you gladly returned as Eddie stopped his van. “I love you both; be careful,” your mom said, finally heading inside after one more hug for the both of you.

"Alright, come on guys, we’ve still got two more stops,” Eddie yelled from the van.

“Come on, DustyBuns, your damsel awaits,” you said, ruffling his hair and walking to the van.

***

After a few hiccups, I.E. Steve packing everything he owned you were finally on your way out of Hawkins Eddie driving you sitting shotgun with Dustin Steve Robin and Lucas in the back.

“I can’t believe this was the best way to spend my summer,” Robin groaned.

"Oh, come on, you guys, stop acting like we’re not going to have a blast,” Dustin said. "Besides, we’re already out of Hawkins, so you’re stuck,” he told you guys, mockingly pointing at the leaving Hawkins/Hell sign.

“Oh yeah, I guess we are,” Eddie said, distractedly casually flipping the bird to the sign as you passed it. “I guess you can probably come out now, red,” Eddie said, making everyone look at him in confusion.

“Finally!” You heard making all of you jump and shriek as you saw a figure jump out of the pile of blankets sitting in the corner of the van.

“Maxine Mayfield, what the fuck are you doing here?!” Steve yelled, clutching a hand to his chest.

"Yeah, she’s supposed to be at summer camp,” you scolded, seeing the smirk grow on Eddie’s face.

"Oh, come on, sweetheart, I couldn’t let one of my sheepies rot while we had all the fun,” he said, wiping the smirk off his face to pout at you comically.

"Yeah, Eddie was just helping me,” Max said, working her way to the front of the van and joining Eddie in looking at you pitifully. “Please don’t tell my mom I want to spend the summer with you guys.”

"Yeah, come on, doll, can we keep her?” Eddie asked hopefully.

"Yeah, let her stay,” Dustin and Lucas said, joining the side of Eddie and Max.

"Yeah, come on, we could use another girl." Robin joined in, leaving only you and Steve.

“Aww, what the hell, yeah, let’s let her stay,” and now you’ve lost Steve too.

“Please?” Max said one last time you looked at the whole van teaming up on you, eyes wide and sad as they waited for your answer.

And you almost held your ground until you looked at Eddie, his big brown eyes peering into your soul. His bottom lip jutted out.

"Fine,” you sighed, making the whole van erupt in cheers.

“Thank you, thank you,” Max said, hugging you.

“You’re really the best!” Dustin Lucas Robin and Steve all cheered one after the other as they went to talk amongst themselves, happy to have added a member to the group.

“Thank you, you’re my hero, princess." Eddie’s words caught your attention, finding his eyes already on you and smiling brightly.

"Oh, shut up,” you laughed, rolling your eyes as your face flushed at the nickname “And look at the road before you kill us all.” You finished pushing his chin to make him look at the road as you both laughed.

“Alright, road trip, baby, let’s go!” Eddie yelled, making the van erupt in cheers once more. You joined them this time, happy to be spending the summer with people you cared about.

Boy, were you guys in for it…

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader): Chapter 7

Summary: It's finally time for the attack on Vecna, with some help from an unlikely source, but the battle may be too much for Reader to handle.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), language, S4 is canon, pregnancy, blood, violence

WC: 6k

A/N: Only one chapter left after this! I hope y'all enjoy :)

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Late November in Hawkins is typically cold and dreary, but today is unseasonably warm. You wake up and stretch, grimacing as you feel the ache in your lower back. Steve always reminds you that you’re glowing, that you’re beautiful, but his kind words still can’t take away from the pregnancy pains that seem to multiply overnight.

“Mornin’, baby,” he yawns, propping himself up on one elbow and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “And mornin’, Little Bean.” He places his hand on your belly and smiles. “Did you let your mommy sleep last night?”

You stick out your tongue in displeasure, making Steve laugh. “I’m gonna take that as a ‘no’?” he says.

“Every time I started to get comfortable, I’d feel a kick,” you mutter. “But then when Little Bean went too long without kicking, I’d get nervous and think about everything that could be wrong.”

Steve pouts teasingly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My poor girl,” he coos. “Will breakfast help?”

“Won’t hurt.”

You watch as your boyfriend swings his legs over the bed, stretching with an exaggerated groan and padding out into the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later, holding two bowls filled with Cheerios and milk.

“These aren’t pancakes,” you say, lifting the spoon from the bowl and frowning. “I’m going to put in a complaint with the kitchen.”

“Sorry, toots,” Steve chuckles through a mouthful of cereal. “We’ve got a busy day today. Henderson wants us all to meet up for a last-minute run-through of tomorrow’s plan.”

Tomorrow. The attack on Vecna is tomorrow. The day you could possibly lose Steve is tomorrow. The mere thought of it makes you lose your appetite, and you quietly place the untouched food on your bedside table.

Steve notices your movements and puts his own bowl down, lacing his fingers with yours. “Look at me, baby,” he all but begs, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. “Please?” When you still don’t look him in his eyes, he just sighs. “Everything’s gonna be okay. It’s not gonna be like…like last time.” When Eddie died, is what he doesn’t say. He doesn’t have to.

“Could I sit this one out?” you ask, voice a notch above a whisper. “You can fill me in when you get home or something.” You already know your role: wait with Steve with Black Dog in the Walkman, locked and ready to go.

But Steve shakes his head. “Trust me,” he says, giving your hand a small squeeze, “you’ll wanna be there. Now, can you please eat something? Little Bean needs nutrients to be strong like Mom.”

Reluctantly, you start to eat, but each bite is harder to swallow than the last. The cereal turns mushy in the bowl, and if it seemed unappetizing before, the new consistency certainly doesn’t help.

Next to you, Steve lets out a sigh. “Tell ya what,” he says, taking the bowl from your hand, “go put on something nice, and I’ll take you out to breakfast. Wherever you wanna go.”

“What? You mean this isn’t doing it for you?” You gesture to the oversized T-shirt you’re wearing, though it seems to be more snug around your belly every day.

Steve laughs, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Baby, you have no idea how badly that does it for me,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing them. He guides you down so you’re laying back on the bed, his thighs straddling yours. He only breaks away when he catches a glimpse of the alarm clock, the red numbers telling him that he doesn’t have enough time to do what he really wants to do. “Shit, we gotta go, especially if we’re gonna get breakfast.” You start to protest, hoping to get him to stay in bed a little longer, but he just shakes his head and helps you back up.

“You’re a tease,” you whine, pulling your pajama shirt over your head. You watch as Steve’s gaze is immediately drawn to the swell of your breasts, much larger than they used to be. “Two can play at this game, Harrington.”

If you didn’t have somewhere important to be, Steve knows he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He adjusts himself as you turn to find a bra, thinking about how pissed off everyone will be if he casually strolls in late. The thought of a death glare from Chief Hopper is enough to get him soft again.

You decide on a burnt orange sweater and a basic pair of maternity jeans, and you’re fixing your hair when you hear the phone ring.

Steve picks it up almost immediately, and you crane your neck to hear what he’s saying.

“Yup, we’re leaving now. Should be there soon. Okay, Henderson, I got it. Sheesh, give us a little grace, would ya?”

You walk out to the living room and pick up your boots. “Dustin giving you a hard time again?”

“Yeah,” he groans, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know if we’ll have time for breakfast, but I’m sure Joyce will have something you can eat. Everyone knows better than to deny a pregnant lady her food.”

As he talks, you try to put on your shoes, with no success. You can’t even see your feet. Your eyes well up with tears, and you can feel the frustration building in your chest. You don’t realize you’re actually crying until Steve kneels down in front of you, sliding your boot over your left foot and moving to the right.

“I got you,” he says softly, helping you up and out the door. When you’d first started spending time with Steve, you’d assumed that he was treating you with kid gloves. That he was gentle and sweet out of pity. But now you know that this is just Steve, and it’s how he expresses his love.

When you arrive at the Byers’ house, you expect the room to be filled with people and excited chatter. What you don’t expect is the cascade of streamers, the pile of gifts, and the homemade sign that reads ‘Welcome, Little Bean!’.

“Wh-what is this?” you ask, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your mouth. Everyone is beaming at you, and Joyce has tears in her eyes as she envelops you in a hug.

“Every mom-to-be deserves a baby shower,” she murmurs into your hair, “but no one more so than you.”

“We were gonna yell surprise, but we didn’t wanna risk sending you into early labor,” Erica says with a laugh, handing you a glass of orange juice.

You accept it gratefully, looking at your boyfriend. “Did you know about this?” you playfully accuse.

He shrugs. “Don’t say I can’t keep a surprise.”

You start to fill your plate with the assortment of breakfast food on Joyce’s kitchen table, little muffins and fresh fruit and a bagel slathered in cream cheese. Hopper pulls out a chair for you, and you take a seat between Steve and your mom.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you say, spearing a strawberry with your plastic fork. “Little Bean and I are the luckiest people in the world.” As if agreeing with you, the baby kicks at your ribs, making you wince.

“Everything okay?” Will asks through a bite of his bagel, noticing the grimace on your face.

You nod. “Someone’s just awake and ready to party.” The rest of the group laughs, continuing to dig into their breakfast.

“Do you have any name ideas yet?” Dustin calls out to you, spraying muffin crumbs as he speaks. “Because I was thinking…Dustin.”

Erica rolls her eyes. “And what if it’s a girl, Toothless?”

“Dustina, obviously.”

Their bickering is interrupted by a knock on the door. Joyce stands up with a knowing smile and opens it. “So glad you made it!” she exclaims, holding the door so the mystery guest can maneuver himself and a large wrapped box into the room.

“Wayne!” you shout, practically flinging your plate into Steve’s lap as you make your way over to him, throwing your arms around him in a giant hug. He pulls you as close as he can, and you can smell his signature scent of stale Camel cigarettes as he presses a scratchy kiss to your cheek.

“Hope I didn’t miss too much,” he says with a chuckle. “Had to get some shut-eye after my shift.” He gives a grateful grin to Hopper, who takes the box and places it among the pile of gifts in the corner of the room.

“Nah, grab yourself something to eat, and we’ll open presents in a minute,” the chief tells him, and Wayne nods and takes a plate.

The chatter starts to die down as everyone finishes their food. Will looks at his mom with pleading eyes before asking, “Can I give her my gift now?” You notice his toes tapping against the hardwood floors, as though he can barely contain his excited energy.

Joyce laughs, glancing over to where you’ve sat back down. “You ready?” she asks, and you give a thumbs-up in response. She motions for Hopper to start passing down the beautifully wrapped boxes and bags as Will darts to his bedroom.

The first is from Robin, who appears to have robbed the baby clothes section of the local Gap. “Everything was just so cute and little!” she laments as you pull out yet another tiny shirt, this one that has I Love My Aunt stitched across the front.

The Hellfire kids, plus Erica, Max, and El, all chipped in part of their weekly allowances to buy a car seat. “My mom said you can’t leave the hospital without one, so…” Mike says with a shrug, a glimmer of a smile on his lips.

Will comes barreling back into the room, clutching a large canvas to his chest. “I didn’t wanna wrap it or put a bow on it or anything, but I made this for Little Bean.” He turns it around to reveal a hand-painted dragon, a collage of green and silver scales. Unlike the fierce, fiery dragon in his painting to Mike, this one looks friendly and gentle. Hanging from its mouth is a cloth holding a smiling, cherubic baby. “It’s supposed to be like the stork, but a dragon, y’know, because of D&D.” he explains, talking a mile a minute.

Your mom, Joyce, and Hopper pitched in to buy a crib, which Steve volunteers to put together once you get home. Jonathan and Nancy got a plethora of picture books, including Where the Wild Things Are, one of your own childhood favorites. Nancy hands you a smaller package and smiles. “It’s just a little something,” she says softly. You open it and gasp.

Inside is a teeny onesie with the Hellfire logo stretched across the front. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over when she explains, “I got one of Eddie’s old shirts from Wayne and used it. Guess all those home ec classes actually paid off.”

“Nancy, this is…this is incredible.” It’s more than incredible, but you lack the ability to formulate any other words. “I feel bad that it’ll probably get covered in spit-up.”

She waves off your concern. “You know that Eddie had about a million of those shirts. I’ll just make more if it gets ruined.”

You carefully fold it back up and tuck it into the box. There’s one gift left: a long, thin box from Wayne. Peeling off the wrapping paper, you unearth a wooden baby gate.

“I know Little Bean won’t be crawling around for awhile,” he says sheepishly, “but if this baby is anything like Eddie was as a tyke, you’ll need it sooner rather than later.”

“Those Munson genes are 99 percent mischief,” you agree with a giggle, swiping at your eyes to brush away the last of your tears. Looking around at the group of people gathered to celebrate you and your baby has a fresh wave of emotions crashing over you. Between the unexpected pregnancy, losing Eddie, beginning a new relationship, and the impending threat of the Upside Down, the last eight months have been nothing short of overwhelming. But here you are, alive, surrounded by people who love you.

“I’m gonna start putting this stuff in the car, okay, babe?” Steve whispers in your ear, pressing his hands on his knees and standing up. Wayne follows him, grabbing a few boxes on his way out.

Steve’s never spent time alone with Wayne Munson, so he’s surprised when the older man calls out to him. “Steve Harrington, right?”

“Y-Yes sir,” Steve stammers, swallowing his nerves. He doesn’t have his headphones, and this feels too much like the Vecna vision he’d had a few months back. Was Wayne going to berate him for being with you?

But Wayne just sticks out his hand for Steve to shake. “Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” he says, “and I figure we should, since you’re gonna be taking care of my grandbaby.”

Steve nods, trying to gather his courage. He used to be great at winning parents over, but those days were gone. “Yes, sir,” he says, more firmly this time, “but I promise you, I-I’m going to make sure Little Bean knows who Eddie was. I’m not trying to replace him or anything like that.”

Wayne pulls out a cigarette, offering one from the pack to Steve, who declines politely. “I know that, son,” he mumbles, voice muffled from the cigarette between his lips. “Y/N has told me what a good guy you are. That’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“It’s not?”

He shakes his head. “Listen, kid,” he starts, using the name as a means of affection, rather than condescension, “I know what it’s like to raise someone else’s kid. Some days are gonna be hard. But you gotta remember that you’re not doing this alone.”

Steve smiles, feeling his body relax. “Yeah, Y/N told me how much you want to be involved when Little Bean arrives. And that’s what we want, too.” His gaze drops to the ground. “She was also telling me how much Eddie looked up to you. That he considered you to be his dad. Like, if you picked him up from school and someone said, ‘Eddie, your dad’s here,’ he wouldn’t even correct them.”

Wayne chuckles, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly. “He was my son. I would’ve done anything for him. If…if he was…here, and we had to fight those murder charges, I would’ve spent my last dime gettin’ him the most expensive lawyer in town.”

“My dad?” Steve says wryly before he can stop himself. “Sorry, I don’t…I don’t know why I said that.”

But Wayne raises his eyebrows. “Your dad is Greg Harrington?” When Steve nods, Wayne tenses up. “He’s, uh, he’s an interesting man,” he finishes lamely.

“He’s an asshole,” Steve blurts out. “He was barely a dad, and he never had any interest in being one. He wanted the title with none of the work. He’s everything I don’t wanna be for Little Bean.”

Wayne considers this as he ashes the cigarette and lights a new one. “If there’s one thing I learned from raising Eddie, it’s this: in the end, it don’t matter who’s blood they’ve got. What matters is who showed up to their school plays, or their concerts, or their parent-teacher meetings. The conversations you have at dinner, even when you ask how school was and they just say, ‘fine.’ The way you’re always in their corner, even if it feels like the world’s against you. That’s what matters.”

“Thanks, Mr. Munson,” Steve manages, absorbing the information as best as he can.

“Call me Wayne.”

You fall asleep as soon as you get home. The baby shower was amazing, but it drained you physically and emotionally. What you planned on being a thirty minute nap on the couch turned into two hours, and you only woke up to the sound of hammering coming from the bedroom.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you ask from the doorway, putting your hands on your hips as much as your bump will allow.

“Wanted to surprise you,” he murmurs from where he’s sitting on the ground, and you walk in to see the crib nearly completely assembled. His sweater sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms. “Just figured you had enough to do, and it actually came together pretty easily so…”

“Can you stand up?”

“Huh? Yeah, everything–oof!” Steve grunts as you let your lips crash against his. You let out a soft whine as his fingertips brush down your spine, lighting a fire in your core. “Baby, what’s got you all worked up?” He laughs. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just you,” you reply simply. “How you take care of me, how you love me, and how sexy you look when you build things. All tough and rugged.”

Steve smirks, bringing his thumb to your chin and tilting it upwards so he can kiss you again. “Mmm, did I mention that I had to use a screwdriver? Very manly.”

“Tell me more,” you tease, hooking your finger into his belt loop.

“Had to make sure everything was nice and tight,” he murmurs, pulling you further into the bedroom and sitting you on the bed. He starts taking off his clothes before undressing you. “You know how I like it tight, don’t you, babe?”

“Fuck, Steve,” you whimper, feeling his hard length press against your hot, aching cunt. “You’re so hot; ‘s not even fair.”

He laughs, leaning down and kissing your neck. “If you’re turned on now, wait till you see me with my nail bat.” He lets his middle finger trail up along your wet folds, expertly finding your swollen bundle of nerves. It’s more difficult to get the right angles yourself these days, and Steve’s fingers are a welcome addition. You feel a slight stretch as he slips it inside you, pumping slowly and precisely.

“R-Right there,” you moan, fingernails digging crescents into his shoulder blades. “Make me feel s’good, Stevie.”

Shifting his weight to his knees, Steve reaches over for a pillow and tucks it under your lower back. “That okay?” he asks softly, tutting disapprovingly when you nod. “Words, angel. Gotta use your words.”

“It’s great,” you say breathlessly, writhing in pleasure as his fingers sink deeper into you. “Would be even better if you were inside me, though.”

That earns a kind laugh from him while he continues pumping. “Patience. You know I have to get you off first, yeah?” His fingers curl against your sweet spot, and you feel the coil in your belly start to unravel. “God, you’re stunning when you cum f’me. So goddamn perfect.”

The euphoria that has become synonymous with Steve’s touch floods your senses, and you chant his name like a beautiful prayer. He slows his pace, bringing you down from the high, before withdrawing his fingers and cleaning them off with a swipe of his tongue.

“Now–please, Stevie,” you manage, and he doesn’t ask you to elaborate further, breeching your hole with the tip of his cock. The two of you groan in tandem as he rolls his hips slowly. He brings his hand to your cheek, admiring your beauty fully on display. “Just a little faster, wh-when you can.”

“Course,” he nods, licking his lips and pressing them to yours. Sweat beads on his forehead as he thrusts harder, leaving you twisting the bed sheets beneath you. “Wish you could see yourself right now. Taking me like this–fuck.” He keeps the pace for another few minutes, praising you the whole time. You swear you’ll never get tired of hearing him call you sweet girl. “Gonna come–shit, come with me, baby–” His brown eyes scrunch shut as his pelvis connects with yours one last time, and your second orgasm hits as he spills into you with a groan of your name. He hesitates for just a moment before pulling out, grabbing a tissue and cleaning you up before crashing down next to you.

You bring your gaze to meet his, to say the words that have been on your lips all night but you’ve been too fearful to say. “No matter what happens tomorrow, I want you to know how much I love you.” Your voice catches at the end, and Steve takes your hand and squeezes it.

“Y/N, nothing’s going to–”

“It might,” you interrupt. “I’m not saying it will, but it might. And if it does, I don’t want you to…to…without knowing for sure, okay?”

Steve considers this, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder. “Okay. I love you, too.”

The next morning comes all too quickly. Neither you nor Steve had slept much; both of you were riddled with anxiety about the events about to unfold. When the alarm clock bleats at 7:30 AM, you wipe the crust from your eyes and nudge your boyfriend.

“‘M already awake,” he grunts, kicking off the covers grumpily, “just hoping that I’d blend in with the bed and you’d think I’d left.”

You giggle despite the dire circumstances surrounding the day. “C’mon, let’s get ready and head to the Byers’. If we’re late, you know Dustin will kill us before Vecna even gets a chance to.”

As you grab your bag off of the floor, you feel a slight twinge in your lower back. There’s that pregnancy sciatica Mom warned me about, you think irritably, massaging the ache while you check and make sure that the Walkman and Black Dog cassette are there. As soon as Steve helps you put your shoes on–it seems like that will be his new task until Little Bean is born–you’re both out the door.

The mood is somber at the Byers’ house as everyone gets ready to part, headed for their separate locations. The first group, lovingly nicknamed Team Upside Down, makes their way towards the various vehicles that will bring them into the woods. Chief Hopper takes the lead, wielding a bat and his Hawkins Sheriff Department shotgun. Jonathan follows Nancy, who heaves her rifle over her shoulder as Robin gingerly carries a bag filled with molotov cocktails. Dustin grasps his walkie talkie, and Mike walks with El and Will. Hopper presses a kiss to Joyce’s forehead before he leaves.

“We’ll let you guys know when El opens up a gate,” Dustin reminds your group, pointing towards the other half of the walkie set in Lucas’s hand. “Be ready to drive to wherever Vecna’s newest lair is.” Team Hawkins murmurs their acknowledgements, and you all sit down around the living room, awaiting your next moves.

“You have everything, right, Y/N?” Max pipes up, breaking the silence. You watch Lucas take her hand with his free one, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

“Yup, got it all in my bag.” You try to muster up some enthusiasm, but it falls flat. Another surge of sciatic pain hits you, and you grimace. Luckily, everyone is too distracted to notice.

After about twenty minutes, Lucas’s walkie begins to crackle. “Team Hawkins, do you copy?”

“This is Team Hawkins. We copy,” Lucas quickly replies. “What’s your status?”

“El opened the gate in a tree. We have successfully infiltrated the Upside Down, and El is resting while Will tries to find Vecna’s lair,” Dustin says. “We’ll let you know when we have a location.”

Lucas gives Team Hawkins a thumbs-up. “Affirmative. Godspeed, Team Upside Down.” With the gate now opened, there’s a nervous energy buzzing through the house. You’re all pulling on jackets and boots so that there’s no delay when Dustin’s next announcement comes through.

“How long do you think this’ll take?” Erica asks, biting her thumbnail anxiously. She turns to Murray and says, “you know everything. Is this gonna take awhile?”

Murray lets out a bitter chuckle. “As flattered as I am that you think I know everything–the closest you’ve ever come to giving me a compliment, by the way–I have no idea. It all depends on Will.”

Joyce has her lips pressed together in a thin line, absolutely petrified at the thought of her baby boy leading the group to Vecna. “Will’s been connected to him, or the Mind Flayer, or whoever, for a long time,” she says finally. “As long as he can keep that connection, it shouldn’t take too long at all.”

Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, Dustin’s voice blares through the walkie talkie. “Team Hawkins, do you copy? We’ve located the lair; I repeat, we’ve located the lair!”

Joyce jumps up and grabs the walkie from Lucas. “Where is it?”

“The arachnid exhibit at the Hawkins Zoo,” Dustin tells her. “It’s in a red shed-like hut. Clear everyone out and have someone stand guard outside, got it?”

“Got it,” Team Hawkins echoes, You and Steve get into his car along with the kids, and Joyce and Murray take hers.

Max speaks first. “Once we get there, I should be able to track him. We just need to stay quiet so I can concentrate.”

“I feel bad for Team Upside Down,” Lucas mutters. “Imagine asking Dustin to be quiet.” Everyone laughs at that; the thought of Dustin having to stay silent for more than a minute seems like a more impossible task than bringing down Vecna.

Steve hits a pothole, jostling the whole car. “Careful,” you mutter, placing a hand over your stomach. Little Bean kicks in agreement.

The zoo is a short drive from the Byers’ house, and you get there just a few seconds before Murray and Joyce do. Everyone is raring to race towards the arachnid exhibit, and you feel awful that they’re slowing down their pace for you. The whole zoo is nearly devoid of people, with most of the town still reeling from the “earthquake,” and the hut is completely empty. Still, Murray volunteers to wait outside and tell people that the exhibit is temporarily closed.

“No karate,” Joyce warns, but the man doesn’t make any promises.

Lucas relays the message of your arrival to Team Upside Down, who give him the go-ahead to lure Vecna in. Everyone turns to Steve with sullen faces, ambivalent about what they know they have to do. Vecna isn’t stupid; he won’t fall for the same trick that Max pulled back in the Creel house. Instead of offering to sacrifice himself, Steve has to endure something much more emotionally painful.

“You guys can start, like, whenever,” he shrugs, taking a seat on the floor and pulling the headphones over his ears. “I’m ready when you are.”

Erica bites her lower lip. “It just feels…wrong, y’know?”

“I know,” Steve nods, “but you won’t mean it. Just pretend like you do.” He turns to Max. “Mayfield, y’good?”

“Yup,” she answers, shutting her eyes ritualistically and taking a seat next to him. “I can’t sense him yet, but I’ll tap three times on the floor when I do.”

Steve looks up at the Sinclair siblings expectantly. “It’s now or never.”

They begin just like they’d rehearsed. “Steve, I can’t believe you’d do this to Eddie!” Lucas says, anger ripping through his voice. “You watched him die, and then you stole his girlfriend. What kind of a friend are you?”

“Eddie trusted you,” Erica chimes in, looking at her brother for confirmation that she’s playing the part correctly. “He trusted you, and you betrayed him!”

“You’re pathetic, Steve! Couldn’t even get your own girl; had to wait until your friend died and then you took his.”

It goes on like this for a few minutes before Max opens her eyes. “Guys, I’m…I’m not getting anything,” she admits. “Maybe my connection isn’t strong enough anymore, or…” She trails off without finishing her sentence.

“Or what?” Joyce asks, fear rising in her voice.

Max sighs, blinking a few times. “Or maybe…the wrong person is talking.”

You feel everyone staring in your direction. “No, I-I’m just here to play the music,” you croak, holding up the Walkman lamely. “I can’t…”

“You have to, honey. I know you won’t mean it, but you have to say it like you do,” Steve says softly, reaching out and taking your hand. “This is bigger than us. I can take a few measly insults if it means saving the world.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Every part of you wants to shout no, wants to refuse to do what he’s asking. But Eddie didn’t run away, and neither will you.

“Okay,” you reluctantly agree, standing up slowly. A sour taste rests on your tongue, and your stomach is in knots just thinking about saying such awful things. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Taking a deep breath, you yell as loudly as you can.

“Steve Harrington, you’re a horrible friend! I can’t believe I fell for your bullshit,” you sputter. “You’re selfish, and you never loved me. How could you possibly love anyone, when you’re too infatuated with yourself? I know that the only reason you even want to be with me is because Nancy turned down your stupid ‘six little nuggets’ dream, and you jumped at the opportunity to be with me once you found out I was pregnant.” There’s one more part that’s so mean, you don’t even want to think it. But Max hasn’t signaled Vecna’s presence, so you blurt it out before you lose your nerve.

“I bet you wanted Eddie to die, just so you could take what was his!”

Tap

Max’s pointer finger hits the floor thrice, and just as she does, Steve’s eyelids start to flutter. You hear Lucas whisper into the walkie, informing Team Upside Down that the monster has been lured to his lair. Team Hawkins watches Steve in stunned silence, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, Steve starts to levitate, and Erica presses the Walkman’s play button. The music is loud, and you can hear the opening lyrics clearly. But Steve keeps floating higher.

“Why isn’t it working?” you cry out, grabbing Joyce’s hand. “It’s the right song! And I know it’s playing! So why isn’t it working?”

The opportunity to respond is cut short by a sickening crack. Steve’s left arm snaps clean in half, the right one shaking back-and-forth.

“STEVE!” you scream, and your throat feels raw as soon as the words leave your mouth. “Steve, fight! Please, Steve, we need you!” Your cries are punctuated by the sound of his leg breaking.

“Do you have any other music?” Erica asks, already digging through your bag. She pulls out another cassette. “What’s this?”

“Little Bean’s heartbeat,” you murmur. “Steve recorded it during the first ultrasound he went to. I…I forgot it was in there.” You take it from her and tug on the Walkman cord until the music player falls from Steve’s belt loop. You pop out Black Dog and quickly start playing the new tape. After the longest five seconds of your life, you see Steve start to slowly drop down, though he stays suspended in mid-air as he battles the vine-covered beast,

“Guys,” Dustin’s voice once again fills the room. “Eddie’s here.”

It takes a moment for his comment to register. You take the walkie to speak to him. “No,” you say, surprised by the firmness in your tone, “it’s not him. Not really. He’s just Vecna’s puppet. You can’t trust him, okay? Just stay focused!”

“Shut up, slut!” Eddie hisses into Dustin’s walkie. “Haven’t you done enough?”

You wince at his words; even though you know it’s not him, they still sting. A memory flits through your mind: when you and Steve had that joint Vecna vision, Eddie was able to temporarily snap out of the trance. Maybe you could do it again; you don’t have any other options at this point.

“Eddie, listen!” you tell him, holding the walkie as close to Steve’s headphones. “That’s your baby’s heartbeat!” You let it play for another five seconds before taking your hand off of the mic button.

There’s total quiet, and for a moment, you wonder if your plan failed. But then you hear his voice, surprised and soft. “My…my baby?”

“Yes!” Mike says now, “Y/N is pregnant; she’s due next month. Keep listening. Stay with us, okay?”

“I can’t…fight him off for long, H-Hurts…” The pain in Eddie’s voice is evident, and you want nothing more than to wrap him in a reassuring hug.

“I know, man, I know. But you gotta do this for her. And for your baby, okay?” Dustin pleads.

You force yourself to be strong, no matter how petrified you are. The building tension is a knife in your gut. “Please, Eddie. We need you.”

“Y/N?” It’s like he’s hearing you for the first time, like he’s just Eddie, rather than the grotesque manipulation. “Is that really you?

“Yes, it’s me! I love you, Eddie. I’ll always love you, no matter what happens.” You push past the tears, keeping an eye on Steve’s body. His right fist is clenched, and his left arm and leg remain broken, but nothing else has happened. “Just…please, help us fight him. Then you’ll finally be free.”

Dustin must be keeping the walkie on, because you hear everything that happens next. El screams at the top of her lungs, and you can hear Vecna choking. “She’s losing strength!” Mike yells. “She can’t keep this up for long.”

“Eddie, what are you–” Dustin starts, but he’s interrupted by a battle cry. All you want is to know exactly what’s going on, but Dustin won’t be able to hear you unless he turns off his mic. There’s a loud howl, followed by a thud. Gunshots permeate the atmosphere, and you hear Nancy shout out, “Now, Robin!” The molotov cocktails explode, and for a moment, you think the walkie talkie might combust from the volume. Steve’s body clatters to the ground, and Joyce scrambles to help him sit up.

There’s a yelp of pain on the other end of the walkie, and you immediately recognize that it’s coming from Eddie. “Eddie, you did it!” You hear Dustin saying. “You–you stabbed Vecna. You saved us.”

“H-Henderson,” Eddie’s mumbling, “‘m so tired…”

“I know,” the boy says, and the emotion in his voice transcends dimensions. “You can rest now, okay? Y/N is safe. Your baby is safe. You’re a hero.”

“T-Tell her I’m p-proud…”

And then he’s gone. Again.

“Eddie?” you sob, barely registering Erica rubbing your back. “Eddie, where are you?”

“Team Hawkins, do you copy?”

“Yes, Dustin, we copy!” you yell. “Where did Eddie go?”

There’s a pause. “He was too enmeshed with Vecna,” he says slowly. “And when Vecna died…I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You’ve lost him. For the second time in eight months, you lost Eddie Munson. When you heard him this time, a part of you thought that maybe he’d be fully free once the monster had been defeated. That his mind, body, and soul would belong to him again. That he’d be able to meet his baby.

Dustin clears his throat, snapping you from your thoughts. “We’re gonna climb back through the tree,” he tells you. “But, Y/N…he’s at peace now. Really, truly at peace.”

Your legs give out beneath you as you crumble, your chest violently heaving as you scream-sob on the floor of the arachnid exhibit.

Steve presses a kiss to your scalp. “We’ll get through this,” he says, and only when you look at him are you reminded of his broken limbs.

“Steve, we have to get you to a hospital,” you blurt out, just as a pressure builds against your pelvis. A rush of liquid runs down your leg, tinged light pink with blood. “What–”

“We need to get you both to the hospital,” Joyce leaps into action, taking Steve’s keys and rushing you both towards the cars.

“But I’m not due for another month,” you protest. “This can’t be–” A cramp, or, you now realize, a contraction, rolls through you. “Little Bean…” “Will be just fine,” Steve reassures you. “C’mon, let’s go have this baby.”

#ghostin #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #fanfic

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blacksmokebarbarians · 1 year

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Sunshine and Cereal

a/n: alright guys.. it's time.. father!sam blurb. i had to do it, @anthemofgvf convinced me to.

warnings: none! all fluff <3

word count: 1k

synopsis: A sweet morning between Sammy and his beloved daughter.

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The creak of the door was enough to wake you, let alone the tapping of little toes pattering across the floor. The sun had barely begun to beam through the curtain when your little one crawled up into bed with the two of you. "Mommy.. morning.." The little voice croaked as she curled up to you. With a deep exhale, Sam turned over, grabbing the girl, pulling her towards his chest. She squealed excitedly before turning over, grabbing his face, her hands pulling at his beard playfully.

"Good morning, sunshine.." He husked, his voice gravelly. "Dada.." Her tuneful voiced hummed. She rested on his chest as he kept his eyes closed, not quite ready to approach the adventures of the morning. There was never a dull moment with your kin-- she was quite the character. "Dada! Up!" She uttered, tapping his cheeks gently with her tiny hands. Sam groaned gently, looking up at her with drowsy eyes. "Up! Up!" She called, bouncing on his abdomen. Finally with a deep sigh, he sat up, placing her down on the bed. "You're a stubborn one, Gracie.." He remarked, pushing his messy morning hair out of his face.

Attempting to get up, Sam shook his head, guiding you to lay back down gently. In the gentlest voice, "I've got her, doll.. Just get some rest." he assured, planting a sweet kiss atop your forehead. Knowing how often you got up with her during the night, he was always kind enough to let you get some extra rest before your day had to start.

The two got out of bed, shutting the door quietly behind them. Sammy carried the precious girl out to the kitchen, sitting her on the counter top before he grabbed a box of cereal from a nearby cupboard. Pulling two bowls from the drying rack-- one small and one large-- he began to pour their breakfasts. "Daddy!" Gracie announced as Sam reached in the fridge. "Yes, love?" He asked, pouring the almond milk into their cereal. "Rosie!" The baby pointed, the pup excitedly making her way to Sam's feet. "Do you want your breakfast, too?" A soft laugh escaped from his breath. He sat the two bowls on the kitchen island, grabbing Rosie's bowl, pouring her some kibble. Next, he cracked an egg over the little brown bits. Though the family was vegan, Sam always ensured that Rosie got the proper amount of protein. He placed the bowl down, allowing the dog to enjoy her meal.

He grabbed the other two bowls from the counter, bringing Gracie hers. "Eat up, buttercup." He teased, beginning to eat his own cheerios. Gracie fumbled with the spoon slightly before starting to eat, giving Sam a big, cheesy smile. He couldn't help but laugh, kissing her cheek gently. "Once we get you cleaned up, we can go outside. It's a nice day out." He explained as she ate her cereal.

Once the two finished up their breakfast, Sammy gathered the baby in his arms, taking them to her bedroom. He rummaged through her dresser, finding a nice outfit for her to wear for the day. "Hmm.. How's this?" He asked, tilting his head as he showed her the outfit he had laid out. "Yeah!" She nodded eagerly, waiting to be dressed. Following this, he took her to the bathroom to brush her hair. Gracie was practically a spinning image of her father; big brown eyes, gorgeous brown hair, and the most adorable smile you had ever seen. Sam helped the little one brush her teeth before finally leading her outside. The warm sun shined down on them both as he sat her down, letting her run around in the grass. Rosie chased after the little one, soft giggles erupting from her as she ran about.

Sam couldn't help but smile as he watched his little girl dance around. He laid back in the grass, feeling the heat from the sun warm his skin. He had been so relaxed that he barely realized the faint giggles had come to a stop. It was too late for him to check when he felt Gracie jump onto him, loud snickers coming from her as she tried to tickle him. The sliding glass door slid open as you peaked outside, seeing the two roll around together in the grass. Sam's white button-down became stained with green, but it was worth watching your two loves laugh together.

"Mommy!" Gracie squealed once she caught a glimpse of you. Sam stretched out on the grass for a moment before hopping to his feet, making his way towards the two of you. Gracie's arms wrapped around the base of your legs, squeezing tightly with a grin. "Good Morning, baby.." You giggled, brushing her hair out of her face.

"She's been all kinds of silly this morning.." Sam surmised, leaning against the porch railing. As you picked the frail child up, she nuzzled into you happily.

Aromas of grass and dirt filled your scent, but it was the happiest smell knowing that she had been having fun. It reminded you of Sam and his exuberant essence of nature. He admired the two of you, Rosie approaching his side.

"She loves her daddy." You smiled, rubbing her back gently as she relaxed against you. "Lets get you two inside and clean you both up.."

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lady-necropolis · 2 years

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Papas as Dad Stereotypes

Primo:

“I’m just resting my eyes” dad

Sleeps like a bear in hybernation. He’s passed out on the couch ten minutes after dinner. You think he’s dead until he sputters awake from his own snoring. (My dad waking himself up after violently screaming “gouda!” In his sleep)

Plays his gardening videos at full blast while everyone is trying to watch tv (also my dad)

Socks and sandals and khaki shorts

Has a vegetable garden he takes just as good care of as his kids

Really proud of his squash and makes a big deal when it comes time to cook it for dinner

Secondo:

The dad running around at the family barbecue angrily yelling “How many hot dogs and how many hamburgers?????”

I mentioned this before but he’s the dad who’s always prepared. Fanny pack with Cheerios for the outing. Forces everyone to get up at an ungodly time to make it to the airport like 6 hours before the flight

Hawaiian shirt dad

Has a #1 dad coffee mug and refuses to use any other coffee cup

Even though he doesn’t believe in pets on a matter of principle he has begrudgingly become the dog’s favourite and will kill anyone that so much as looks at it funny

Terzo:

“Don’t tell mom” dad but in a gives you cookies before dinner kind of way.

*slaps kazoo(???)* “They don’t make em’ like they used to anymore”

The too much gene dad where when he finds out you really like a certain type of snack he’ll buy you a year’s supply of it (not my dad sending me home with 3 boxes of ritz crackers)

Stares at things with his hands on hips in classic dad stance, +10 if he has a cup of coffee in one hand

Gets personally offended if you won’t help with a basic task he can do entirely on his own, “you know when you were a baby you shit in my hand” (my dad after I scold him for having to pick up his candy wrappers he leaves around the house)

Copia:

The “don’t tell mom” dad but in an almost burnt the house down kind of way (my dad nearly burning down our apartment building trying to make Halloween Pillsbury cookies)

“Hi hungry I’m dad ehehehe”

Rubs and pats his belly after eating a big meal. +10 for saying “oof”

Barges into your room to ask a really non-urgent question

Tries to be the super fun dad and ends up hurting himself on the tricycle

#the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa emeritus #papa emiritus ii

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axailslink · 1 year

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One good day

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Warning: ⚠️ Mentions of suicide no one is unalived however in this fic.

Summary: During exams you completely forget about your mental well being which sometimes causes you to take a bit of a forward spiral luckily your girlfriend doesn't mind helping.

Depression is different for everyone but your girlfriend can see yours coming from a mile away. There were many tells that let her know the constant sleeping all day, lack of appetite, and the suicide jokes. So when she's done for the day with her assignments and notes she comes to your apartment bearing gifts which of course are cleaning products because if this is how you were acting she knew for a fact that the house was a mess but of course she has snacks too. When she opens the door your dog practically comes running to her "baby! Get Mocha!" She walks in the living room pajamas still on you could just guess she probably hadn't changed those clothes. "Hey mamas" she can see your face fall as you realize why she's here. "I'm fine" she nods "let's skip the part where you lie to me and we just start cleaning and healing" you close the door and lock it snapping your fingers at Mocha "gone I'll feed you in a minute" Mocha wonders off as Riri places the bags down and grabs you in a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner" you hug her back immediately that's all you've needed recently a hug something to remind you that you're going to be alright. When you two pull apart Riri rolls her hoodie sleeves up and looks around the living room "the living room is fine so we just be cleaning your room" you nod "and the bathroom and the kitchen" she nods and gives you a box of Cheerios "what am I supposed to do with this?" "Eat it let me starts the clean up you put something on your stomach because I bet you'd fed Mocha more than yourself in this past week." She is right of course but it hurts to hear just how much you haven't taken care of yourself. You sit on the couch and open the Cheerio box "I also got some strawberries, bananas and a bit of junk food but eat the fruit first." You sigh as you look at the snacks. "Ole healthy ass" she peeks around the corner at you "what'd you say?" You say nothing and she smiles and goes to the bathroom she starts cleaning with no question knowing exactly where everything should be she doesn't judge you for your messiness right now she would never judge you for this. She could function during exams she'd still get up at seven in the morning and go running before classes start for her but she knew you weren't like her. When she finishes with the bathroom she lets it air out the smell of bleach and Lysol as she walks to this kitchen. Riri changes her gloves and takes in the scenery in front of her half eaten cup noodles stacked on top of each other, candy paper, snack paper usually she'd get onto you for all of this junk food but she says nothing as she starts doing the dishes. You sit on the couch watching her as she hums music to herself as she cleans you couldn't be more grateful for her she is truly amazing. Riri hums to Bohemian Rhapsody this of course causes your face to light up knowing that she's about to burst into song "is this the real life?" She holds a spatula to her mouth as a replacement for a microphone "is this just fantasy?" You can't help but crack a smile at her as you mumble the next line "caught in a landslide" she smiles at you and poses pointing the spatu-microphone towards you "they can't hear you!" "No escape from reality!" She laughs and you stand up continuing to sing with her shaking your box of Cheerios.

The day goes like that the smell of bleach, Lysol and pinesol fills your nostrils as you dance to the music and clean up. When you're both you take a hot bath and she sits on the toilet legs crossed as she shares a box of strawberries with you. "I'm so grateful for you" she nods "don't start that... If someone really cares about you they notice and they do what they can to help. I noticed and now I'm doing my best to help. I know that this one good day might not factor over all the bad days but be happy that you have this one good day." She glances around "do you still have some of my clothes over here?" You nod "yeah of course why?" She smiles as she places the strawberries on the counter and takes her shoes off as she joins you in the tub fully clothed. "Oh my God Riri!" She just laughs as she kisses your cheek and slips behind you putting you in a back hug "I just felt like you needed another hug." If only she knew how right she was about that hug.

A/n: this isn't meant to be depressing I wrote this for me mostly because I never had someone there to cheer me up other than my best friends and this is how they helped. Of course not getting in the tub with me but the cleaning and feeding me part is definitely real. Also mocha is now a new character since she has a dog.

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imlivinginyourtrashcan · 4 months

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tell me your indus and Howie headcanons please

Aaa! Of course!!! I genuienly love Indus, so theres plenty for him! Sadly for Howie, not so much :( hes great but vv hard to hc for

INDUS TARBELLA:

He loves baking! You can walk into the kitchen seeing him covered in batter and trying to muscle open something with a barrier. (Mera has to help him open things)

Loud snorer, i cant explain WHY but i look at him and feel like he does snore loudly

His not so guilty pleasure is Disney movies; he'll have Mera watch them all with him. Its kinda cute seeing him giggle at everything like hes a child

You cant take him on rides at Disney tho, he'll scream. Mera learned that the hard way

Dog person. Loves the big does, and lizards! He'll come in with a handful of lizards and be like:

"Look at what I found, Lady Mera!" Indus declared proudly, offering his two hands forward to reveal a family of lizards.

Mera looked down at them both, raising a brow in confusion. Looking back up she sees Indus' childlike grin, "May I keep them??? Please???"

Mera sighed heavily "Indus, put them back..." Indus lowers his head "Awww.. "

Hes probably eaten anything that wasnt food, either by dumb curiosity or trying to protect Mera, sometimes its the other way around and Mera has to slap something out of his hands. Or comfort him when hes coughing out a bite of deodorant

Hes like a giant pillow. You will sink if you hug him, absolutely worth it.

On that note, he loves hugs! But will absolutely crush your bones! Just like that one bear pokémon

Music taste wise, i picture him listening to the Tarzan sound track, or whatever Mera's listening to (probably grungey stuff)

Has punched a scare actor in the face many times out of fear. Hes banned from several haunted houses and thene parks

His hair is ridiculously fluffy. I can sense it

HOWIE HONEYGLOW

Prone to burnout, sometimes he will pass out from being overworked, only to get back up and continue working

Has fucked up teeth from all the honeyed snacks

Secretly collects a lot of bee related things, like plushies

Rarely gives sick days or time off, you better either be dying or dead to not come in

Unpopular opinion, I dont think Howie's aro, but i do agree that he's ace.

Doesnt listen to music; either the bee movie or buzzing asmr is playing in his ears

Probably had a speech impediment, it comes out when hes angry

An artist! He's not all that good but hes TRYING

Knows the art of pinecone milking (Percy taught him)

I feel like this man would bite into a honeycomb and like it

On that note, he eats honey nut cheerios for breakfast every day

Always has water on hand for the fellas, cant let em dehydrate! He himself? Dehydrated as fuck

Also brings snacks for the fellas! He himself? Hungry but wont say anything

Favorite pokemon are all the bee ones

Nonbinary, uses He/they pronouns

Looks at least 30 from stressed and over working himself

His diet consists of only ceral, honeyed snacks and monster energy

At least he has good iron intake?????

Hope you enjoyed, anon!

#epithet erased fanart #epithet oc #epithet erased #epithet erased percy #epithet erased mera #epithet erased molly #epithet spoilers #indus tarbella #epithet erased indus #howie honeyglow #epithet erased howie

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cinnamoncitric · 1 year

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Eddie Munson hates Pavlov.

He knows jack shit of Biology, but this is one of the tidbits he found genuinely interesting and therefore immediately and permanently etched into his brain. A brain which, of course, clearly has it out for him.

Classical conditioning, he thinks. Like a dog with a bell. Objectively, it's a good theory. Very solid. Create an association between two stimuli – one of which the subject has an instinctual, involuntary reaction to – and then the second stimulus provokes the same reaction as the first. Ring a bell enough times while a dog is eating, and then just the sound of the bell is enough to make it salivate. He's pretty sure neither he nor Mr. Baker from Sophomore Biology ever thought it'd come to this, though.

The thing is, and this is where the hate comes in. If Eddie hadn't ever learned about any of this, he might not have connected the dots. Might have just chalked it up to coincidence and spared himself the humiliation, but no. His mind had to dredge up a scrap of knowledge quite useless to namely everything else in his life, just to make sure he loses sleep at night. As it stands, though, the truth is uncontestable – he has a Pavlovian response to the smell of Steve Harrington's deodorant.

Batshit crazy. Absolutely bonkers. But here he is, waving goodbye to normalness from his compulsory seat at the Crazy train.

What happened is this: Eddie is in the supermarket aisle, fervently debating between Cheerios and Lucky Charms, when a complete stranger reaches around him to get a box from the aisle. He startles, consequently breathes harder, and accidentally catches a whiff. Not for a second does the other man falter in his stride, returning to his cart and moving along with the blessing of obliviousness. And Eddie is just left standing there, staring in the face of unwanted epiphany.

One whiff. One accidental whiff of the stuff he distinctly remembers smelling on Steve, fresh out of the shower, and he's suddenly experiencing a very confusing physical reaction to have while standing in an aisle under the watchful stare of printed cereal mascots designed for children.

His hands start sweating. His heartbeat skyrockets. Half of his blood supply rushes to his face while the rest rushes, well, south. Safe to say, it's a very awkward trip to the counter.

And the only thing he can think of, as he avoids the cashier's eyes, as his hands slip on the steering wheel, as he realizes he forgot the damn cereal, is:

Goddamn Sophomore Biology.

#steddie #stranger things #steddie ficlet #st headcanons #eddie munson #steve harrington #might add this to my fic later on #rabies boys #ao3 steddie

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mentaly-british-biologist · 5 months

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I love incorrect quotes, here's some I have:

These may include: Swear words

The fandoms included are: Undertale, Deltarune, Tf2 and Cuphead.

UNDERTALE

Sans: Papyrus taught me to think before I act. Sans: …So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Papyrus, laying in bed: Get out of my room. Sans, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

Sans: Hey Papyrus? Papyrus: Yeah? Sans: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false? Papyrus: Papyrus: …What.

Sans: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong? Papyrus: Yeah, I have. Sans: Have you heard of Cole’s law? Papyrus: Is this a joke about coleslaw? Sans: …maybe.

Papyrus: Sans told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

Sans: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU! Papyrus: Okay, can you do the dishes? Sans: No!

Alphys: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Undyne: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Alphys: … Alphys: You mean ring bearER, right? Undyne: … Alphys: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Alphys: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives. Undyne: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train. Alphys: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Mettaton: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container. Papyrus: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.

Papyrus: All snacks are gone. Mettaton: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

DELTARUNE

Susie: Twilight Sparkle was the main character because she represented the element of friendship— Kris, tied up: PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN! Susie: I'M NOT DONE! Susie: And Rainbow Dash was the sporty girl—

Kris: Kill me nowwwww. Susie: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

Kris, drowning: Help! Susie: Don't worry, I heard cowards float.

Susie: You have any sunscreen? Ralsei: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire— Susie: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.

Susie: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? Ralsei: For the dogs. Susie: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs? Ralsei: They don't know how.

Ralsei: Something’s off. Susie: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Ralsei: No, but that’s funny.

OH GOD IT GAVE ME T H I S

Spamton: I eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy. Spamton: And my heart has been severely damaged, so Jevil, if you’re out there—

Anyway.

Spamton, talking to Jevil: With all due respect, which is none…

Jevil: Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Spamton ate an entire tube of lipstick. Spamton, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

TF2

Demoman: Man, it smells like wrongdog out here. Soldier: ... Soldier: Demoman, are you alright? Demoman: sobs

Soldier: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Scout: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Scout: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Engineer: What do we say when making bread? Demoman, glumly: That's the dough rising. Medic: And what do we NOT say? Spy, sadly: That's the yeast fucking.

Engineer: I haven’t slept in 72 hours… Demoman: I haven’t slept in 80. I’m the insomnia king! Medic: Ha! I haven’t slept in 90 hours, I’m aiming for an even 100. Spy: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

CUPHEAD

Cuphead: watching their house burn down Cuphead: Cuphead: starts filming Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

Mugman, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?! Cuphead, standing in front of Mugman: bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen Mugman, crying: Please…stop…

Mugman: I trusted you! Cuphead: Why?

Cuphead: Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly? Mugman: It’s 3 am, please go back to sleep.

Mugman: Cuphead, I need some advice. Cuphead: You need advice from ME? Mugman: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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⚓: Hey lovely! Sorry I passed out when I got home but now I will be spamming you. Can I get a ship with Harry Potter(both eras if you write for them, I forget because you are awesome and write for so many people!), stranger things and Pirates of the Caribbean. Here I am: I’m a bit chubby🤷🏼‍♀️ I do have OCD(but I’m on medicine so it’s all good) I am a fourth grade teacher! I have two doggos. I’m pretty calm but boring🙃 I’m very blunt but always with good intentions! I am VERY sassy and sarcastic though, some people cannot handle the mess I am 😂 I am a ENTJ and a ravenclaw 💙 random crazy fact about me, I am the pickiest eater but I’ll try anything once! (When I was a kid there was a year that I ate nothing but cheerios) Likes: my dogs, baby’s, cute fluffy pink things, kind people, reading, cleaning, baking(even tho I suck at it I’m getting better), leaning new things(I’m learning more about the personality types and Spanish rn!!) Dislikes: anything scary(horror movies, spooky stuff), alcohol, disorganized places

Ofc babe! 😘

First I ship you with Sirus Black! 🖤

He always enjoys when you let the sass and sarcasm release together but he tries to make sure not to do anything for a sarcastic remark

He tries not to drink too much when you guys go to parties with a heavy alcohol presence around no matter what kind of party it is he always makes sure you're not too far away and not drink a lot of alcohol in front of you

He likes hearing you read to him randomly while you read a chapter book no matter what it is or when it is he always lays in your lap listening to you calmly read

He always includes you in pranks against the others always having you jump out near him to scare someone more

He likes seeing you with your dogs always petting them and taking care of them when you are in the other room or at class and he ditches for the day to take a break snuggling with your dogs at your home

He likes to help you bake including sneaking licks of frosting off the spoon and eating the sprinkles or candies you put on the cake

Now I ship you with Jim Hopper! 🤎

He likes your blunt honesty no matter the situation or if it hurts someone's feelings you say it anyway out of the kindness of your heart and true honesty

He likes seeing you with kids even older kids but it's when you're with babies and little kids that his heart just soars and warms

He likes when you make home bread even when he is sick he still enjoys slowly home made bread and soup made by you with love

He likes to get you anything pink and fluffy he can find from blankets, lamps, and clothes to purses, pillow covers, and curtains always enjoying your smile and the kiss he gets for it

He always reminds you to take your medicine even having it ready for you while you get up and get awake so you can get your day started

He always smiles and smirks when you put someone in their place especially if they are a shitty person and need to be

And finally I ship you with Will Turner! 🩵

He never judges your emotions no matter the situation he just hugs you and listens to what you need and have to say

He accepts and loves you for who you are always gently and affectionately rubbing your sides showing you how much he truly loves you when the two of you are alone and intimate

He likes seeing you in one of his clothes or wearing one of his scarfs around your head or tying your hair up never holding back his sweet smile at the subtle act

He always smirks and laughs even in a dangerous situation when you stand toe to toe with someone with a sword or a gun never afraid to show how far you're willing to go for him and the black pearl crew

He likes watching you interact with each member of the crew being a friend and even like a sister to most of them always helping someone when needed

He likes that you and Elizabeth are wonderful friends whenever you go if will isn't there she is following right beside you

#jim hopper x reader #will turner #sirius black x reader #700 followers celebration #sirius black #jim hopper #follower celebration #will turner x reader #judgementdaysunshine's 700 followers celebration #judgementdaysunshine

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vergess · 7 months

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i am obeying your header and interacting with you like you want bc i have! dog questions! 1. best clicker 2. basket muzzle for 25-30lb dog bc he eats garbo 3. treats for dog who is now restricted to rx sensitive tummy food be he puked all over the back of my sister's car lmao poor baby

The best clicker is the one that you can click the fastest without misclicking, like a mouse. That's going to depend a lot on your grip strength.

But honestly you can even just snap your fingers (this is what people used to do until like 20 years ago). You can do anything that makes a clear, quick noise that communicates to your dog that they completed the task correctly.

The only real reason a clicker is handy is because you won't do it by mistake when you aren't training.

Now as for a muzzle for "eating garbage"... Is the dog off leash somewhere with lots of garbage? Surely you don't mean to wear around inside the home, right? If that's the case, a locking garbage can or keeping the garbage in a locking cupboard is a much better option. Muzzles are for specific, short term use. Yes, some allow eating and drinking for, say, all day travel. But they aren't meant to be worn constantly, and it won't be good for the dog if you do.

As far as basket muzzles, anything made of soft silicone should be fine. They are generally all flexible enough to allow drinking, and the basket design is of course best for breathing.

IMO the best dog treat for a sad tummy is to take 2 parts cooked rice and 1 part ground lean meat (chicken, turkey, etc) and bake meatballs. Maybe mix in an egg, shell and all, or some nori seaweed. This is a very easy to digest object for even sick dogs.

Premade, you may be better off buying a human cereal with limited ingredients, like cheerios or rice crispies. Something unsweetened and NO RAISINS. Stuff you'd give a baby, basically.

#Asks #Answered asks #myfriendskickass

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slowroadtosantiago · 1 year

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Day 10 - Viana to Navarrete

It was a longer one today, both of us clocked 14.6 miles so in anticipation we sent our big bags on.

We had a bloody awful night’s sleep, the beds were really uncomfortable, mine sank in the middle and made an almighty noise every time you got in and out.

Breakfast was included but it was nothing to write home about, so we got on the road at 7:30 again. It’s chilly first thing so you need your coat on. Again we had a fabulous sunrise and the birdsong at that time of the morning is something special.

It was about a 5 mile walk into Logrono, initially in the countryside then by the side of main roads and through industrial units. To keep from getting bored we are going to finally learn the Welsh national anthem and had a go, Jane singing a phonetic version she had found and me trying to read directly from the Welsh. They didn’t sound quite the same though we sang a good harmony to finish! We’ve now found a better phonetic one to have a go at.

On the outskirts of Logrono we met a Frenchman and his dog who we last fed some of our sandwiches to in Roncesvalles (the dog that is!) We walked together a little way then said cheerio as we were off to find coffee. We were sat at a cafe next to the cathedral when he popped up again and, in French, asked if we’d mind the dog while he went in the cathedral. It was our pleasure as the dog was delightful.

After he had his turn, we went in as well. One part had a very special painted ceiling.

We made tracks after that, just stopping at a supermarket to buy food for lunch. The way out was much nicer than the way in and we followed a level path out to a country park being overtaken at one point by a group on horseback.

The country park had a lake and we watched some fishermen catch a large fish before finding the loos and a nice grassy spot under the trees to take our shoes off and eat lunch. Here we were approached by a very bold red squirrel who circled closer and closer and eventually took some nuts out of Jane’s hand!

Over the other side of the hill we finally reached Navarrete and we are very pleased with our room. We booked a twin in a small hostel with a shared bathroom for 35 euros which has a wonderful view out the front to the church. The horses that overtook us are also here so perhaps they are also on the Camino.

The little kitchen has a washing machine so put a wash on, we’ve both been wearing the same walking clothes for the last 3 days. As the weather is getting warmer we’ve been wearing lightweight shirts over our T-shirts and it was all getting a bit smelly.

After a couple of hours we gave up on waiting for the machine to finish, Jane stopped it and put it in a spin. All our stuff is now hung on racks outside the window and hopefully no passers-by will get Marks’ knickers floating down on their heads.

We had a short wander into the church where there was an incredible huge ceiling height gold elaborate altar piece. It almost looked like something out of a science fiction movie.

We then retired to the bar on the square for a couple of glasses of the local rioja and several platefuls of amazing tapas followed by a trip to the local supermarket for our energy drinks for tomorrow and an ice cream for pud.

Chill time now. Tomorrow is shorter but we haven’t booked any hostels ahead so that’ll be a first just to turn up to see if any are free. It’s also hotter, 27 deg in the afternoon so we’ll be away early again to cover as much distance as we can in the cooler air.

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virtualtyrant69 · 1 year

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Currently watching Superman 1978 and here are my reactions:

Wow, the Superman theme? Amazing, inspiring, sensational!

Why is Jor-El so old? This is the father of a baby???

Lmao get phantom zoned fuckers, Man of Steel could never with these graphics

Omg the reflective suits lol, it's like they're biking at night

Also love how the curl is apparently genetic and not a style choice on Kal's part

Omg his wife is so young compared to him??!?

1970s graphics are to die for/pos I love them so much

Again, man of steel could never

This is what happens when climate change goes too far smh 😔

Lmao get rekt krypton

Ooh 70s generic man scream! I love that one!

Wait, kryptonians know about Einstein?!

And the Chinese?

I love that that baby is just spinning

Omg Ma and Pa!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Martha's middle name is Clark??

Awww teen Clark ❤️

Oh he has such a silly goofy run

He had a stroke?!?! He's dead?!?!? He gave the worst pep talk ever and then died. Rip to you king

I also love the 1940s setting so far

Clark is such a plain guy he eats regular Cheerios (derogatory)

Love the iconic red flannel

Don't worry Martha, he's gonna visit as often as he can

Wait since this is the 40s, do we think my mans gets drafted?? Or like, since he technically doesn't exist in the USA he gets a pass?

If Jor-El has been dead for thousands of years how did he know about Einstein or the Chinese?

Wait, so 12 years have passed in this weird montage that isn't a montage?? He's 30 now?? He didn't visit his mom for 12 years? She could be dead!

Ok so he just skipped the war in his knowledge montage

Jimmy is so cute I just wanna squish his cheeks

Oh Clark is so Guy rn, he's so Average

Oh I love how he's pretending he can't open a bottle, this is so funny

Lmao Jimmy calling Perry "sugar"

Awww he sends checks to his mom ❤️ but does he still visit her >:|

I love his just some guy vibes

Omg I love him, Henry Cavill could never!! I mean, can you honestly imagine that man saying "swell" unironically?

He's such a big dork I love him

Oh ok he came to earth in '38, started his time skip in '56 and it's now 1968? Or is the time weird and it's in '78?

First day on the job and he gets robbed at gunpoint smh

He caught and bullet and then "fainted" and then he accidentally used his x-ray vision?? Man can't catch a break

Shout out to the seeing eye dog who barks when ppl try to steal/ripoff the blind newspaper seller

Omg lex just killed a guy by train

Wait, lex isn't bald? Also that woman he's with? Love her costume design, it's so slay

So is lex not a celebrity/business owner in this movie? Ok

And I've given it more thought, if Clark landed in 1940 then this movie would take place in 1970 which somewhat matches the costuming choices

Oh Clark sweety I love you so much you are such an idiot/pos he almost walked into the ladies room and he got his coat stuck in the door lol

He really is just some guy!!! waiting for the elevator

Huh, I didn't know they used to have waiting rooms for flights at newspaper offices, wack

Omg he just changed into his Superman suit and a pimp said his outfit was bad, I love this this is so camp

Metropolis just got their blorbo ❤️

*saves Lois lane and then infodumps on her* what a man, love that for him

Aww the little wave as he said bye, so cute

He just left a boat in the middle of the road lmao

Aww he saved a kitty in a tree, ajdhslsj girl just got hit for telling a lie about how a man saved her cat

Superman doing what Homelander could never

Ah the 70s, when you could smoke indoors on the job

Love Lois and her nic addiction. Also girl got dressed up for a man who saved her life once and then took off. You know what? Me too girl

"how big are you? I mean, how tall are you?" Okayyyy get it I guess, Miss Lane coming out with the real questions

Girl just asked him to look at her underwear, the flirting between them is amazing

They flew from south Jersey to New York in a romantic Aladdin-esque way

Lmao he dropped her

Love the poetry Lois is dropping out of nowhere

Man just upstaged himself on a date wow love him

Oh ok so he took off in 1948, landed in 1951, went on his trip in 1966, and it is now 1978, ok that makes way more sense

Luthor's secretary is so slay

Shout out to my fellow Native who sold bad land for an amazing price to some guy he didn't even know. Get that bag however you need to get that bag. Also, "At the stupid high price he offered for this worthless piece of desert, I hope it's Custer." Iconic!!! W for the Natives

He can telepathically change his suit??

He can drill into the ground by spinning?!??

Lex's yellow flower suit is so slay

Clark is so wet and pathetic rn, love that look on him

Wow unsolicited kiss, Miss Teschmacher how could you? You were so slay! Clark looked so sad and hurt afterwards D':

Is he pushing the plates of the earth back together?!?!? What?!?!?!!!!!

My man, Clark kent, is pushing two tectonic plates back together with his bare hands from the center of the Earth, what the fuck

Oh my God he also used himself as a rail for a train

Love the obvious miniature town and flood but also, Clark honey blocking it with rocks wouldn't work, ice breath would be the best option imo

Oh this is the movie where he flys so fast he turns back time, I want someone to explain to me mathematically how this works

Lois is such a girlboss the first thing she does when she sees Superman is rant and tell him off for not helping her. Girl. You just died to him. But still, werk

Oh he is bald! He was wearing wigs? Ok slay ig

10/10 loved this movie, it was camp, it was iconic!!!

#he really is just some Average Guys huh?#superman #clark kent #dc #superman 1978

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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Hey hey beautiful ❤️ can I get 🦢 for the marauders fandom(I really am going to send it in for another fandom too heheh, I’m also totally just gonna copy and paste the same information for the playing cards because this is so fun!)

Here I am: I’m a bit chubby🤷🏼‍♀️ I do have OCD(but I’m on medicine so it’s all good) I am a fourth grade teacher! I have two doggos. I’m pretty calm but boring🙃 I’m very blunt but always with good intentions! I am VERY sassy and sarcastic though, some people cannot handle the mess I am 😂 I am a ENTJ and a ravenclaw 💙 random crazy fact about me, I am the pickiest eater but I’ll try anything once! (When I was a kid there was a year that I ate nothing but cheerios)

i'm a picky eater toooo omg you get the struggle<3 also tell me all about being a fourth grade teacher!! my goal is to work with children in the future

🦢

i ship you with... remus lupin!!

will support your eating habits fully, and he definitely loves cheerios. mornings with him eating cereal. he needs blunt, nothing annoys him more than excessive sugar coating. nervous around your dogs at first but he'll grow to love them. will remind you to take your medicine if you forget. remus doesn't think you're boring either, he thinks you're lovely, and chill is a nice change of pace from what he's used to!! as for being chubby, okay :) as long as you're happy, remus is happy, and there's no other way it should be <3

#jessie's 🍰&🌷#swan boat 🦢

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alagaisia · 1 year

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I had a hard day today. I mean the beginning of the day was boring. Not great, my back was sore last night and I didn’t get any good sleep so I spent most of the morning laying on top of my heated blanket feeling that kind of tired where your muscles are kind of sore and your body feels a little empty. Which wasn’t a great start tbh and definitely was a contributing factor to my breakdown later in the afternoon. But I walked the twelve blocks home and had that time to just kind of sit in my own head by myself and like, it’s enough activity to hold my adhd at bay a little bit so I’m okay just thinking my own thoughts and don’t have to distract myself, so I got to do that. I can’t call it processing because I don’t think I ever can but having that time to sort of let myself experience my grief and also having the time to decompress and ease myself out of it. I could’ve gotten a ride home but I wanted that time. And it’s good cause it’s a straightforward sort of set amount of time, I don’t have to make any decisions about it. And then I laid on the floor next to my dog for a while until my dad came downstairs, and then we were quiet together for a bit, while he played his video game and I read my book. And then we had dinner and he understood when I said I didn’t think it was foods I could eat even though I don’t normally have trouble with foods generally. So I had a little bit of the chicken and then some cheerios. I just felt like I needed plain foods. And he didn’t push it at all. And then we were able to talk a little bit, because of the understanding and because of how we’d been quiet for enough time before, and so by the time my mom and brother got home, I was more or less capable of human interaction again. Easing myself back into it, you know. Taking things slow.

I miss her more than I can possibly say. And, simultaneously, the world keeps spinning, you know.

#mine #personal #grief

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piedpiperslists · 2 years

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JJK: Neighbors AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Neighbors' AU:

* ¹ - one shot ² - two shots s - contains smut

* Last updated: 22/10/2023

D R A B B L E S

Heartbeat by blackswanswriting-blog Summary: Insomnia strikes once again. One night you end up calling your friend, Jungkook, for help. You used to think the best time of day was right around when the sunsets since you could enjoy all of the gorgeous hues that would paint the sky. However, over the past couple of months, that feeling has changed as Jungkook slowly becomes the only thing that can help you sleep when you experience a sleepless night. Now your favorite is between the hours of 2:00 am and 4:00 am. What started out as bouts of insomnia quickly became the most beautiful times.

How to Ask Your Neighbour Out by bluewhale52 Summary: Jungkook has a crush on his neighbour and he is determined to ask her out. If only he isn’t so shy.

Tough Luck by alpacaparkaseok doctor!Jungkook Summary: He’s that annoying neighbor that sings in the shower.

O N E S H O T S

Arrow to the Heart by kidguk s wc~7.8k / gang au Summary: Jeon Jungkook doesn’t understand what the fuss is about the rival gang’s sniper. She’s a perfect marksman, they say, yet every time he has faced her he’s gotten away - quite easily too. Is he just that good? Maybe. Is the real reason, unbeknownst to him, that he also happens to be kind of (it’s complicated) dating her? One hundred percent.

Behind These Walls by cupofteaguk wc~4k Summary: You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all of my cheerios.

Close the Distance by hearts4joon s wc~13.5k / college au Summary: Two different adults, living two completely separate lives — in the same neighborhood. A guy who’s overbearing mother makes him carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. A girl who’s parents are all too drawn to her younger siblings to even give her the time of day. While the two fall in an unlikely relationship (very unlikely), they still ravish each and every part of one another in every way — the best of attention, the one they both craved all their lives.

Feels Like Summer by badbhye s wc~16.6k / brother's best friend Summary: You only have one question on your mind this summer: when did Jeon Jungkook get abs?

Give Me Something Good by reliablemitten wc~3k / single dad!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook, his daughter, and their sweet dog Bam, are your tenants. You’ve let them into your home, on Halloween will a scare mean you let them into your heart?

Tell Me Something Good by reliablemitten wc~5k / single dad!Jungkook Summary: You’ve started seeing your downstairs neighbor and tenant, the very hot Dr. Jeon. Everything is going so well, but is it too good to be true?

Hours by dawnagustd s wc~3k Summary: You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight.

Keyed by taemyg wc~3.8k / enemies to lovers Summary: You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

Last Christmas by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~7.5k Summary: Last Christmas, she gave you her heart, wrapped up with a note saying, I love you. She meant it. This Christmas, you give her back the stuff she left at your place and run into her next-door neighbor that knew all about your love. Somehow, you end up explaining why it went wrong.

Love Letter by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~7k / university au Summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.

Mr. Ice by army-author wc~11.1k / enemies to lovers Summary: The boy living in the apartment above yours is exceptionally cold to you, and you’ve not-so-lovingly started calling him ‘Mr. Ice’. But when the two of you end up snowed inside your apartment complex in the heart of a blizzard on Christmas eve, his icy exterior begins to melt…

Neighbors [AO3] by btssmutgalore s wc~6.1k Summary: When your hands are full, a cute neighbor lends a helping hand.

Neighbour by imagniation s wc~4k Summary: ‘You think I can afford a plumber?’ your endearing neighbour Jeongguk has magic hands that fix toilets and make you orgasm.

Snack Thief by astralkoo s wc~6.4k Summary: In which your annoying, younger neighbor has a nasty habit of breaking into your apartment late at night and stealing your food.

Snaps by cryxtal-moon wc~10.3k / photographer!Jungkook, assistant!reader Summary: A tale of you as Jungkook’s assistant while he goes around with a camera strapped to his neck. More accurately, you being annoyed at him treating you like a mini helper and him cheekily taking more than six months to admit he loves you.

Spidey Spidey by kookings wc~7.8k Summary: Your neighbor slash crush Jeon Jungkook is exceptional at exterminating bugs from your apartment. And also at kissing you.

Spring Snow by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~8.3k / coworkers au Summary: In memory of you, the one I should have loved when it counted. But I didn’t. I’m sorry. To the backdrop of the black sky and white flakes falling down, you and Jeon Jungkook learn that you are far more connected than you could ever believe. I miss you.

* The Garden Thief by lemonjoonah s wc~9.3k / enemies to lovers, hybrid au Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour’s rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.

The Underwear Thief by gukyi s wc~10k Summary: Jeon Jungkook would like to make one thing very clear: it’s not his fault.

Tinsel Wars by army-author wc~7.6k / rivals to lovers Summary: You and Jungkook compete over everything, including Christmas decorations. But when your rivalry comes to a head one December, unspoken feelings bubble to the surface beyond the glare of Christmas lights…

Up All Night by moni-logues s wc~5.8k / enemies to lovers, PWP Summary: You've moved into a nice, new apartment but there's just one problem: your noisy neighbour with the voice of an angel who insists on doing karaoke in the small hours. You decide it's about time to tell him off and get a whole lot more than you bargained for.

Up To Snow Good by aredheadedmess wc~5.1k / enemies to lovers Summary: It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

Violet Hair & Lip Rings by hazytaezy s wc~4.3k Summary: Jungkook wasn’t expecting much when he moved into the neighborhood. But then you came blazing into his life.

Won't You Be My Neighbor [AO3] by btsarmy9593 s wc~8k Summary: You do not appreciate your new upstairs neighbor playing music at all hours. Even if it’s good music. Even if he looks like that.

* You're My Light by arainbowofchaos wc~9k Summary: Trapped by social anxiety within the confines of your home, your world transforms upon Jungkook's arrival, your new neighbor. Little do you know, he's not just a stranger but a figure from your past with some hidden history. Could Jungkook hold the key to mend your emotional wounds and lead you towards healing?

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

I Gasp Once, and in That Breath, I Accept You In [pt2] [epilogue] by inkofyoonkoo s strangers to lovers, FWB Summary: In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past.

Remote Learning ² by hansolmates s Summary: Working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. After buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. However, Jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two.

Rattled by gukslut s single dad!Jungkook

Standing Ovations and Other Nonsense by vyduan s Summary: “Thanks,” you stammered out as you suddenly realized you had opened your front door in a bikini. To compound your embarrassment, your cat had decided right then to squeeze out between your ankles and scamper down the hallway. “Oh, sh*t!” you exclaimed as you ran after your damned cat in a bikini and dropped your package on the floor. “I’m so sorry.”

What if I love you too much? ¹ [drabbles] by taleasnewastime s wc~20.6k / single mom!reader Summary: Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.

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