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[visceravalentines]

Hi hellooooo!!😭😭😭💖💖💖 You absolutely do NOT have to write this but uhhh some Bo comfort please? Y/N has been working a LOT and is either at their workplace or in their room, music blasting and functioning through life but is not... THERE with the Sinclairs, if you get me. Tensions and worries rise but then one night Y/N is found in Bo's doorway, looking Out Of It - exhausted, upset - and essentially uses him as a gigantic teddy bear? Lies on top and squeeeeeezes him 'til he grunts. It's the most interaction they've had for weeks💔

If you have anything you want then please please send it in😭😭😭😭

Erika thank you for requesting this, it did me so much good to write it. 💚 We all need some Bo lovin', that's just facts.

Workaholic

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

1.3k words

No CWs, just fluff and comfort. Reader does eat at Bo's behest, if that counts as a warning.

It was funny, how you somehow missed the signs every time. 

Overworking yourself was a bad habit you fell into again and again. It wasn't hard to do; you liked your job even though it wasn't perfect, and the exhaustion never seemed to set in until you were on your way back to Ambrose. And it was so easy to scavenge through the fridge, curl up in bed, disengage entirely. 

Your boys checked on you, of course they did. You'd pull off your headphones and smile at them, tell them about your day in vague detail. But it took such effort to relive it all. It was easier to shrug and characterize it all as "fine." 

You sensed their concern. Lester tried to convince you to take a drive with him after work. Vincent wanted you to sit and model for him. Even Bo tried to coax you downstairs to watch trash TV together. You politely declined every time. You were tired. You just wanted to stay home. Maybe next time. Maybe tomorrow. 

The days ran together and your sense of time dissolved. Friday night found you curled around a pillow, blasting metal, staring into the middle distance until your phone died abruptly. 

It was like breaking out of a trance. You hadn't even realized your battery was low. With a sigh, you plugged in your phone, sat in silence for a minute. 

It was very silent, as a matter of fact. What time was it? You couldn't check your phone. 

You crept into the hallway. The house was dark. Everyone had apparently gone to bed but you. 

Well, almost everyone. 

There was a dim light coming from under Bo's door. Sometimes he was up late reading. It hit you, suddenly, that you didn't know what book he'd been into lately. As a matter of fact, you weren't sure what any of them had been up to. You felt guilty for being so checked out. If he was up, maybe it wouldn't hurt to peek in and talk with him for a minute. 

You knocked lightly on the door. "Come in," he called softly. "'S that you, darlin'?"

"It's me." You pushed open the door, leaned against the frame. 

Sure enough, he was propped up on two pillows with a paperback in hand. "What are you doin' up?"

"I was just…in my room. What time is it?"

"Almost 2:30. You weren't sleepin'?"

You shook your head. 

Bo furrowed his brow. He was rough on books and flipped the paperback rather forcefully facedown on the bed beside him to save his place. He laced his fingers together on his chest. "No offense, but you look like hell."

You heaved a sigh. "Bo…I feel like hell."

"You been workin' too much."

"I don't know, I don't feel like it's been that much…."

"Honey, I ain't seen you in days."

You laughed once in disbelief. "How can that be, we live in the same house."

"You tell me. Every time I talk to you it's like talkin' to a reflection of you. Lester asked me if I thought you were sick, said you didn't even want to go out to the lake with him 'n Jonesy yesterday."

You felt heavy and hollow at the same time. "I…I mean, it's not that I didn't want to go, I just…." You swallowed hard. "...I don't know."

Bo looked concerned. "You ain't been yourself for a bit. Got us all worried."

"I'm sorry…I don't mean to worry you…I-I guess I just…I've just been…." Your throat tightened and you looked at him desperately, begging him to understand. 

He unlaced his fingers and opened his arms. "C'mere, darlin'."

You shuffled over, climbed on top of him, buried your face in his chest. His arms were warm and solid around you, his hands familiar. He was sturdy and safe, your Bo.

"I-I don't know what's wrong," you whimpered. 

"You don't gotta say anythin', sugar. It's okay." He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "I missed you."

You wormed your arms underneath and around him, squeezed him tightly, tighter, until he huffed out a low grunt and tapped the small of your back. "Easy, killer," he wheezed. "What y'crushin' me for?"

"I just need you close," you mumbled. He squeezed you back. "Closer."

Bo kicked the blanket off his feet and wrapped his legs around yours. "How's that?"

"Can you just absorb me?"

"Lemme see." He flipped you to the side and rolled on top of you, went limp to press his full weight against you until you slapped at his chest. "What's the matter, I thought this is want y'wanted."

"Bo!"

"'S my name."

"Bo!" 

"Sorry darlin', this is what happens when you starve me of attention. Just can't help myself."

"You're gonna kill me!" you gasped.

"Nah, I ain't never killed nobody."

Your fingertips found the edge of his book and you flung it off the bed. His jaw dropped. 

"Well, now I gotta kill ya."

You giggled and he buried his face in your neck, blew a raspberry, held you down as you tried to squirm away. He was ticklish in a particular spot on his ribs and you dug in mercilessly. Bo's whole body jerked and he grabbed onto you for balance.

"Now don't you start with me."

"I'm paying attention to you!"

"You're gonna be payin' for somethin' here in a minute." You tried desperately to poke at him and he pinned your arms to your sides with almost no effort. "I don't remember you bein' so weak."

"Hey!"

"When's the last time you ate, darlin'?"

"I had some crackers not too long ago."

He gave you one of his trademark withering stares. "What are you, a bird?"

You rolled your eyes. "Bo."

"Don't 'Bo' me, c'mon. Let's get some food in you."

He rolled off the bed and led you down to the kitchen. "What d'you want for an appetizer?"

"An appetizer?"

"Yeah, I'm cookin' you a four-course meal real quick."

"It's three in the morning."

"Do I look like I care?"

"I'm not even hungry."

"Look, I know you ain't from around here, so I'll cut you some slack, but we don't say those words in Louisiana." He was already pulling out dishes. "You best tell me somethin' or I'm gonna start throwin' stuff in this pot with no rhyme or reason and it ain't gonna taste good and you still gotta eat it."

"How about those potatoes you made one time? The really good ones?"

"Mmm. I can do that."

"Can I help?"

"Sure, only if you tell me 'bout work." He shot you a look. "I mean really tell me, none o' this 'it's fine, it's fine' bullshit." His imitation of your voice was high-pitched and whiny and he smirked when you glared at him. "Y'sound just like that when you're blowin' me off, darlin'."

You rolled your eyes and slowly started recounting the details of your last few shifts as you chopped potatoes. Despite all assumptions to the contrary, Bo was an excellent listener, and it was cathartic to empty your head of all the stress and bustle of your job. 

Once the potatoes were fried and ready to eat Bo divided them between two plates and you sat next to him on the couch, one leg hitched over his. 

"You're callin' in sick tomorrow," he said matter-of-factly. 

"I don't know if - "

"I do know. We need you. They can last without you for a day."

You sighed. "Alright. You're right."

"Usually am."

"These potatoes are delicious. You're a good cook."

"Go on, tell me more nice things about myself."

"If I squint like this your head doesn't look so big."

He laughed and elbowed you. "'S good to have you back, darlin'."

You smiled at him, hair disheveled, sprawled on the couch in his pajamas, taking care of you like he always did. God, you loved him. 

"It's good to be back."

#ajokeformur-ray #bo sinclair #asks

[wroteclassicaly]

Kristen😭🙏how're you doing?❤️is there any chance I could maybe ask for some thoughts on Michael in a specific situation? I'm struggling over here 🤣😭 it's totally fine if not, I just didn't wanna spring it on you!!!! I'm sending you love 🫂🫂❤️

I’m recovering. Slowly, but idk… I’m not very happy with myself and I’m doing a lot of crying. :( But what’s up? What thoughts do you need?

#asks #ajokeformur-ray

[bluetenderness]

Friendly and loving reminder that no matter what time you wake up, you are ALWAYS valued and worthy.🥺🫂❤️

Aww you're so sweet girl 😭💙 I appreciate you sm 🥺 I mean today I woke up at 6 am for a stomachache that didn't want to go away and I managed to not getting anything done anyway, so I deserve an award for that 😂😂😂 you're also always valued and worthy! 🥺

#ajokeformur-ray #Ask

[fandomohana]

Your trademark is Halloween, raccoons and comfort🥺❤️

You're gonna make me cry. 🥺 You radiate comfort for me, and I love every moment I get to talk to you. I wish we could spend more time together. 🫂🫂🫂 I love you to pieces, and I'm thankful you're in my life. 🩵🩵🩵

#christina answers #ajokeformur-ray

[seidenbros]

Hello! I come from @ghosttownwherenoonegoes ~ I canNOT stop thinking about Eddie coming home to you crying while listening to some of his favourite songs and he's ???? and you're smiling, like, "I just love you so much. Was thinking about it and then I was crying" and you LAUNCH at him, grab his face in your hands and SMOTHER him in kisses; chaotic and messy. He's giggling, stunned, you're crying, smiling, and it's all soft and gooey and GROSS but fuck, if his heart isn't beating out his damn chest. "Sanest of the lot, Eddie. Love you so much."🥺🥺🥺🥺

Erika 💚 Thank you so much for sending this in, because I loved it already when I read this request. I hadn't originally planned for the slight backstory, but it just happened while I was writing it, so I hope that's okay. And I stopped where I stopped, because... well, that would have turned into smut then. Not that I mind altogether, but I thought it was better to end it there and leave it like this. So, I hope you'll enjoy this! 💚

read on AO3 | requests are open

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, a little bit of angst maybe, established relationship, mentioned of neglective parents

Word count: 1749

Love and Music

Life hadn’t always been easy for you, but you’d tried to make the best of it. Growing up in a home where your parents were always busy with something else, they’d sometimes forgotten about you. All the time you’d told yourself that it was alright, that they still loved you, but you’d never really felt that way, never felt like anybody had loved you - until you’d met Eddie.

You couldn’t even remember how or when you’d started talking, because it felt like a lifetime ago, but you would forever be grateful to him for pulling you into his group of friends, even though you hadn’t had the slightest clue about D&D. When it came to music, though, you two had a lot to talk about. It was what you’d bonded over the most, what had led to some heated discussions, and also to your first kiss in the end. You wouldn’t shut up about him being wrong about Defender of the Faith, so he kissed you to finally make you shut up. It had been a bold and unplanned move, but one that had finally broken the tension between you, after you’d been longing for each other for some time. Nobody had made a move until that day. Eddie had been surprised by you pulling him in for another kiss, and ever since then, everything had been easy.

Ever since then, Eddie’s trailer had been a home to you as well. Before that, you’d spent some time there now and again, but now, it was the place you felt most at home. More than in your own home, because here, you were loved. His uncle was more than okay with that, because he liked you, but he also saw that you were a good influence on Eddie, making him want to graduate this year with you.

It was one of those days where your parents had argued in the morning, where they’d lashed out at you as well, and you’d just… grabbed a couple of things and gotten out. Walking cleared your head, but only because you knew where you were going, and as soon as you reached the trailer, you knocked on the door, knowing full well that Eddie wasn’t home right now.

“Hi,” you said when Wayne opened the door, confusion evident on his face. “I know Eddie isn’t home, I just… didn’t know where else to go.” Sure, you could have gone to the lake, could have gone to one of your friends, but this place was where you felt safest.

Wayne knew a troubled child when he saw one, and the look on your face told him everything he needed to know. So he opened the door for you and let you inside.

“Will you be alright on your own? I have to head to work.”

“If it’s alright for you to let me stay here alone…?”

“Of course.” A smile curved his lips upwards. “Make yourself at home.” And with that he left for work, leaving you in an empty trailer. But even though you were alone in here, alone in the middle of Eddie’s chaos, once you’d walked into his room, you felt more secure, more welcome than you did in your own room. Maybe because you were surrounded by things that you loved, which wasn’t the case at home. Only Eddie was missing right now.

A smile was playing on your lips, when turned up the music and lay down on his bed. There were some songs you argued about, some that you forced each other to listen to, because you thought they were just that good, and then there were the songs you both loved. The songs that would always remind you of him, that made you zone out at home as well, when you didn’t have the possibility to get away.

And then it hit you, just how much you loved Eddie. He was your anchor, the one person you trusted with everything. The realisation made your eyes water, but not because you were sad. Quite the contrary! Because you were so happy to call him yours.

When Eddie got home, he was immediately confused by the music coming from his room. Wayne was at work, but when he saw your shoes, it wasn’t a secret to him anymore who exactly was listening to his music. With a big grin on his face, he opened the door.

“My, my, what a pleasant surpr-” His words died on his lips, when he saw your puffy eyes, your wet cheeks. Hell, you were still crying, making his stomach twist into knots. “What’s wrong, what happened?” Not sure whether it was right to pull you into his arms right now or not, because he didn’t know if something he’d done had made you cry without him knowing, he stayed right where he was.

“I just love you so much,” you blurted out sitting up, wiping at your cheeks. The smile on your lips only emphasised that these were indeed happy tears. “I was thinking about it and then I was crying.” It wasn’t an excuse, merely an explanation, but Eddie knew. He knew how you felt at home, how your relationship with your parents was, and that only made his smile grow. Because you’d come to him, because you were allowing yourself to love and to be loved in return instead of closing yourself off to the world.

Without a warning, you go up and flung yourself into his arms, making him nearly topple over, but he caught you, wrapped his arms around you to keep you right where you were. You pulled back only slightly to grab his face in your hands and smother him with kisses. His nose, his cheeks, his chin, his forehead… and he giggled. It was the sound that you needed right now to ground yourself again.

Finally, your lips met his, but not in a soft and sweet kiss, it was a rather messy one, teeth clashing against each other, but neither of you minded right now. Close wasn’t close enough, so Eddie wrapped his arms even tighter around you, his hand roaming your back.

When you pulled away, you were both gasping for air. Eddie was sure that you could feel his heart beating, because it was nearly jumping out of his chest. He couldn’t help it, didn’t even want to, because he’d never felt this way with anyone before you. You made him forget to breathe sometimes when he was looking at you, absolutely mesmerised by you, by the fact that you were here, were his to hold. He’d never imagined this to happen, but would repeat that first kiss in a heartbeat to get you to where you were right now.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you leaned your forehead against his. “Sanest of the lot, Eddie… I love you so much.” It had taken you a long time to get these words out, but once you’d uttered them, you couldn’t tell him often enough.

“And I love you, Princess.” He knew that you needed to hear it now and then. Actions spoke louder than words, that was usually his motto, but with you, he’d gotten used to telling you. “All of you, with all your little quirks and even with your wrong opinion on some songs.”

You both giggled at his words, but you didn’t start an argument right now. That was something you could do later, but right now, you simply revelled in the feeling of being so close to him, being held by him. Eddie surprised you, though, when he picked you up and carried you over to his bed. Sitting down, he kept you in his lap and looked up at you.

“Not that I’m not happy to have you here, but… what happened?” He knew. You were supposed to meet this evening, but you’d come here even before he’d been home. He knew that something had happened to make you come here, and he needed to know even if it meant ruining this moment.

“Same as usual,” you said, avoiding his eyes. Your hands dropped to his chest, your fingertips following the words of his Hellfire Club shirt to give you something to do. “Parents started arguing, lashed out at me, and I just had to get out.” With a sigh, you slowly looked up and met his gaze. “And I went to the place where I feel safe.”

Eddie thought that his heart would burst. Knowing that this was the first place you thought of going, because you felt safe here in his old trailer, in his mess of a room, made him proud. He’d talked to Wayne about you, had told him how special you were to him, and the old man had been happy for Eddie. Knowing that Wayne liked you had put Eddie at ease, because it was important to him that the two people he loved most were getting along.

“You’re always welcome here, babe. Wayne said the same.” Eddie raised his right hand to push your hair behind your ear. He used his thumb to brush away the last tears that had fallen. “Mi casa e su casa!”

His words made you smile again. Of course, you’d known this before, but hearing him say that was reassuring.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“What for?”

“For being you.”

“That’s a new one,” he said with a laugh. All his life, people had looked at him like he didn’t belong, but not you. His friends accepted him the way he was as well, even loved him for that, but there was still a difference in the way you looked at him. You saw him, the real Eddie, and you didn’t run. “I wouldn’t even know how to be anyone else.”

“Good.” You leaned in for another kiss, your hands on his chest. When he deepened the kiss, your hand dropped to his stomach, to his sides, where you pushed your hands beneath the fabric of his shirt. It certainly had the effect you’d hoped for, because his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him, your body already reacting to his touch.

“Need me to take your mind off things for a little while?” he asked against your lips, grinning to himself.

The way you ground your hips down against him, pushed your hands up further beneath his shirt was answer enough for him. Yeah, a little distraction was definitely a good idea.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #staffi writes #ajokeformur-ray

[motionpicturelover]

@ajokeformur-ray I love seeing someone else who loves this film so much, too!! I saw it for the first time about 20 years ago and LOVED it, and have loved it ever since! 😍

#ajokeformur-ray #reply #Mary Reilly

[jokerownsmysoul]

I miss Joker and I wanna make a selfshipping post but I'm shyyyyy😭😭😭😭😭

I just really want Joker to make everything okay again because I'm overwhelmed and scared and lost and I wanna cry😭😭😭

Ohh you should make it honeybee if that would help you! 🥺🥺 Plus I would read it 👀 I'm sorry you're feeling down today, Joker would want nothing more than to be with you and help you get through the day 🥺💙 his arms would be ready to hold you tight the second you walk through the door of your apartment. He would keep you close till the night close in and he can feel your breathing even out & the weight of your heart a little lighter 🥹💙

#ajokeformur-ray #Ask

[littledemondani]

Happy birthdayyyyyyy🎂🎈🥳🎉🎈💖

thank you sm!! :)

#asks #ajokeformur-ray

[annab-nana]

No but listen - every time I see you've posted an Eddie thing, I get a big stupid smile on my face and I drop whatever I'm doing so I can read it. And a second time. Third. Reblog it with a keyboard smash. Four. And then I feel all uwu and sofr afterwards. Your writing is PERFECT 😭😭😭 @ghosttownwherenoonegoes 💕💕💕💕

AHHHHH ERI!!! this means so much to me especially since i'm pretty new to the stranger things fandom and writing for eddie, but every time i see you've reblogged something of mine, i get the biggest stupidest smile on my face and drop what i'm doing to read what you had to say and that smile just grows and you make me feel all uwu and soft afterwards! you truly are a godsend like literally from the bottom of my heart, thank you so so so much for not only reading my stuff but reblogging it with the sweetest of comments! i love you sooooo much 🥹🤍

#ajokeformur-ray #ghosttownwherenoonegoes #asks #❀ eri ❀

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Been confused by #BHF asks this whole time

and I just

like just now

figured out what it means

Eri. Baby. Lovely.

You are...Just the best? The best. Never change.

#ajokeformur-ray #BHF asks #This is so fucking funny

[wroteclassicaly]

I'm a bit tipsy on vodka spiked coffee and I am once again asking for this

beautiful man to rip my heart out and eat it. Let it bleed in his hand, crimson rivulets running down his slender wrist as I die before I hit the floor. Let the organ that sustained me, sustain him.

Can't think of anything more romantic 😭

Miss and love you babe!!!!

Tipsy babydoll! 😘

Unf, this is absolutely a visual I’ll never stop thinking about, even if the show aired years ago. Just so fucking delicious. To suck on that man’s fingers…

#asks #ajokeformur-ray

[bluetenderness]

This reminds me I actually have a week off work in Jan 2024 would you maybe wanna... Make good on sharing espresso and watching Joker together??? In a very real way?👀🥺

👀👀👀👀 GIRLLLLLL 😭😭 YES are you kidding me!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹 Of course I want to omg 😭💙 that would be a dream!! 🥺💙💙 pleaseeeeeee getting to watch Joker and have coffee with honeybee? I couldn't ask for more 😭🥹 and... Hannibal rewatch 👀 that must be included on the menu. Pun intended 👀 As I like to say two clown friends meeting each other would channel so much energy that Arthur becomes real in front of us 😂 we're not even that far either, just 3 hours of flight 😭😭

#Girl I swearrrrrrrr 👀👀👀👀 #You would be the third clown friend I meet irl! 😭 #Ask #ajokeformur-ray

[fandomohana]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💗

Thank you, baby! 🫂🫂🫂 You're such an angel! 🩵🩵🩵

#christina answers #ajokeformur-ray

[seidenbros]

Have you ever forgotten that you've set out your Hellfire Club shirt to come home to so when you walk in and see it on the bed, you giggle and smile and coo and go all 😍😍😍 over it AND THEN you scoop it up and smush it against your face in a weird hug type thing because you're just SO HAPPY to see a Hellfire Club shirt on your bed??? And then you get in the shower and Master of Puppets comes on and you smile so hard you burst into tears and you just love Eddie so MUCH that you're basically just.... singing through tears and smiles in the shower?

Because SAME.😭😭😭😭

(I can only IMAGINE how he would have reacted to all of this - I feel like you'd NEVER live it down💀)

Ohhhh no, he wouldn't let you live it down. He'd think it funny, but cute at the same time. Because he knows the way you sing and when he sits on your bed waiting for you, he can hear that crack in your voice, the way you stop singing to take a deep breath, but he listens anyway and gives you time. But when you come out, he's waiting for you, a look of confusion on his face, because there's still a smile on your lips, especially when you see him. "How come you're crying to Master of Puppets?It's not supposed to make you sad!" The smile on your lips still confusing the hell out of him, but he'd rather see you smiling than crying. "It's not the song itself," you tell him, and you know that you can't talk yourself out of it. When Eddie wants to know something, he has a way to find out, even if it's just pestering you, tickling you until you give up and confess. But this time, he pulls you into his lap, you're still just wearing the towel you'd wrapped around your body, hair still wet, getting him wet as well, but he doesn't care. "What then? Tell me!" Oh, he can be like a little kid, asking question after question until they get the answer they're looking for. And when you finally tell him, he chuckles. Not in a mean way, just... because it's cute. Because you're cute und the way your brain works sometimes. One of the many reasons he loves you. "So, that were happy tears?" he needs to make sure, and when you tell him that they are indeed, he simply smiles, but already thinks about where to leave the shirts lying around so that you get that random burst of happiness, and while he loves seeing you so happy, he'll always tease you a little bit about it.

#thanks this lives rent free in my head now #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #he does all of this out of love of course #staffi talks #ajokeformur-ray

[ajarofpickledtears]

Washing up and tried to hold four big kitchen knives in one hand to move them to the sink. But. My hand is SMALLER than those four blades held together so one of the bigger knives got a bit loose in my grip and nicked me on the palm. Tiny cut, barely felt it.

But I'm giggling because the Sinclairs would have found watching that struggle to hold the knives hilarious AND in a life or death situation where I gotta use a weapon, I am so dead. So dead.

Poor Vincent wouldn't get to have any fun.😂💀

the Sinclairs allow you to handle knives? 🤔😂

just reminded me of a story that happened to my uncle when he was working as a cook

tw injury, blood, accidental cuts, not sure if it counts as gore but anyway

basically, he was cutting something for a salad with a sharp knife - so sharp, that he didn't even feel when he cut off like a teeny tiny part of his figertip

and, just as my dad would cause they got the same sense of humour, he always very chill and joking talks about how he only noticed when the salad got all red 😂

is2g they'll talk about getting serious injuries and bleeding all over the place like it's a joke 🙄😂

#ajokeformur-ray #friendo eri #cylas replies #ask

[jokerownsmysoul]

There's an Arthur sized hole in my heart🥺🥺🥺even after all this time, I sometimes (like right now) experience 2019-type intense waves of love for Arthur but he's not hereee 😭😭😭💔💔💔

I get it girl so well 😭😭 there are certain holes impossible to go away and that's one of them tbh, wouldn't want it any other way 🥺💙 so much changed over time but many of us are still here and the love is still here, and I believe he is here too, just in a different way. that's enough most of the times 🥺💙 You sent this ask the second I put on Smile on spotify, the Arthur cell we all share is always on😭we're going through it together 😭💙  

#ajokeformur-ray #ask