#and I got him cassettes because his old car can only play cassettes and he doesn't have any. well now he does. | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lqveharrington · 2 years

Text

Babysitter | S.H. x reader

Summary: Steve is asked to babysit the party at the music store you work at.

A/N: it’s my first time posting here, so i have no idea what i’m doing. :)

Warnings: language (cursing!!), kissing (like twice), both of them being oblivious, jealousy, mainly fluff!!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

————

“Wait, I can’t watch them, I have plans today!” Steve complained through the phone, not liking the position Nancy and Robin put him in.

“Are they that important?” Robin popped a grape in her mouth, leaning against his counter.

“Actually, it is, Robin.” He threw one of the grapes at her head. “Nance, don't do this to me, please. Aren’t they old enough to be on their own?”

“After all the shit we’ve been through, I don’t trust them,” Nancy spoke, playing with the wire connecting the phone with the receiver. “They’re just going to the music shop and I don’t want them to bike or skateboard there.”

“I can’t bring them to the music store!”

“Why not?” She crossed her arms, glaring at the phone.

Robin grabbed the phone, “Little Stevie’s crush works there. He’s been going over there for a few months now and is scared to ask her out. What a wimp!”

“Robin.” Steve groaned, taking the phone back. “She’s kidding.”

“I’m not.” She teased him and gave him a cheeky grin.

“Steve, are you kidding me?! Are you twelve?” Nancy raised her free hand in the air, frustration radiating off of her. “Just bring them there, you don’t need to get out of the car.”

“No, I’ll get out of the car.” Steve said, wanting to prove himself.

“Then go to the store with them!”

“Fine.” He grumbled, not liking their conversation. He rubbed one side of his face. “These kids will be the death of me, you know?”

“Yes, Steve. You’ve said that every time you watch them.” She sighed, grabbing her keys from the bowl near the kitchen. “Just— Just pick the kids up from my house.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He grabbed his own keys from the key holder. “Wait, what’s so important that you can't do it?”

“Bye, Steve.” Nancy ended the call, the opposing only hearing the end tone.

Steve blinked before looking at Robin, “Why would you say that?”

“Say what?” Her voice came out muffled due to the grapes stuffed in her mouth.

He rolled his eyes and left the kitchen, heading toward the door. She stayed in the kitchen, munching on his food.

“Robin!” He called from the door, hand on his waist. “I still have to drop you off at work.”

“I’m going!” She replied swiftly before grabbing more grapes and stuffing them in her pockets.

— — — —

“No, how is it fair that you have a day off but I have to work?” Robin threw her head back on the headrest, removing her feet from the dashboard.

“Probably because you complain too much.” Steve retorted, unlocking the car for her.

“Hey!” She threw the last grape she had at his head. “I practically got you this job, I could get you fired too.”

“Please don’t.” He huffed, taking the keys out of the engine. “Kids, come on.” He exited the car, getting confused gazes from them.

“Wait, why did we stop here?” Dustin stepped out and adjusted his hat. “The store is so far from here.”

“It’s two stores down. Two.” Steve held up two fingers, shaking his head at their laziness. “Can you really not do that?”

“I’m tired, so no.” He gave him a fake smile, nodding once.

Steve just scoffed and waited for Max and Mike to get out. “Where’s Lucas anyway?”

“He’s with the basketball team.” The ginger rolled her eyes, putting her headset back on.

“Jesus, you kids need to have proper manners.” He followed behind them, shoving his keys into his jacket. “What’re you kids even gonna get there?”

“Max has a Kate Bush cassette tape that she wants to get,” Mike answered nonchalantly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “She said she only trusts that one employee on Saturdays to get it for her.”

“Which, by the way, only one employee works on Saturday.” Dustin pointed out, watching some cars pass.

“Could you go by yourselves? I have something to do.”

“Oh, yeah? Like, wait in your car?” The curly-haired boy turned to face him. “Just go with us and Nancy won’t be all up in your case again about leaving us alone.”

“I can’t go with you! I can’t be seen dealing with you three shitheads!” He stopped walking, causing the three to turn and face him. “No, I'm not going.” He stood in place, arms crossed.

Mike and Dustin looked at each other with mischievous grins, before giving Steve an innocent one.

“Hold on, what’re you thinking? Stop thinking.” Steve stupidly yet tried to reprimand them, backing away.

— — — —

You were leaning on the counter of the music store, turning a page in a book you were currently immersed in. The soft sound of the song Africa played throughout the store as your eyes scanned the contents of the book when the bell above the door jingled, your eyes snapping up immediately.

“No— Hey! Let me go!” Steve tried pushing the two teens away from him, not realizing the amused look you were giving them. “Henderson, I’m serious!”

You let out a faux cough, letting them know of your presence. Steve instantly stiffened at the noise, fixing his appearance. Dustin lifted a brow at the latter and shrugged his hands off his arm.

“Sorry about them.” Max walked swiftly toward the counter, resting her headphones around her neck.

“Don’t worry about it.” You dismissed it as you made eye contact with the male behind her. “Hey, Steve Harrington.”

“Hi.” He breathed out, making Mike scrunch his nose at the way he was acting. Steve swore his heart did flips as you gave him a genuine smile and slight wave.

“So, do you have it?” Max bounced on the balls of her feet, ignoring the very much painful tension between the two adults.

“Yes.” You drawl out playfully, flickering your eyes back on her.

“Are you sure it’s—?”

You pull out the cassette tape from underneath the counter, flashing her a toothy grin. “Yeah, I’m not sure it’s the one you want.”

“Oh, my god!” She squealed like a little girl, the first time any of the guys have heard her make that noise. “Thelimitededitionmarblecassettetapefor Kate Bush!”

“Did you guys understand a word she said?” Mike took a piece of candy from the counter but only got his hand smacked by the woman. “Ow.”

“I only heard Kate Bush.” Dustin wandered around the store, his voice quiet.

“Yeah, yeah. Just know, we’re not supposed to sell these yet, so you better keep that hidden.” You winked before slapping Mike’s hand away from the candy he definitely didn’t pay for. “And don’t worry about paying, I have that covered as well.”

“Well, now I feel bad.” Max tried to pay for it, frowning when you wouldn’t accept the payment.

“Why don’t you look around the store for something that’s around the same price and pay for that instead?” You negotiated with her, glancing at Mike who was tempted to grab something.

“That works! I’ll be quick, I promise!” She moved toward the records, finding something she liked.

You chuckled at her enthusiasm and went back to reading your book, silently reading the words to yourself.

“Just go up and talk to her! Isn’t that your thing? King Steve or whatnot?” Dustin whisper-yelled behind an aisle, hiding along with Steve.

“Okay, first off, this is different. She’s not like, your typical, Hey want to go on a date? My parents aren’t home. Let’s pop these pills and see what happens, type of girl.”

“What the fuck?!” Dustin divulged, thinking of the things he says to other women. “What the hell goes on in that brain of yours? Does it not function properly?!”

“I’m not like that anymore though, so.” He stuck out his tongue like a child, getting a scoff in return. “Two, I want to make a good impression. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Haven’t you visited this store multiple times already?” The teen raised a brow, remembering small details. “I mean, it’s like you worked here before at this point.”

“I—“ Steve shut his mouth, having no comeback or small detail to add.

“Just talk to her.”

“It’s more difficult than that.”

“Oh, really? Okay.” Dustin slowly started to walk away from the aisle they were hiding in.

“Hey, where are you going?” No reply. “Henderson, get back here!”

The curly-haired boy just ignored the male’s protests as he made his way to the desk and rang the bell at the front, startling you. “Hi, I’m Dustin Henderson.”

“Uh, hi.” You shut your book smoothly, putting it away. “Can I help you?”

“Yes.” He gave you a sly smile before speaking in a hushed tone. “You know Steve right?” You nodded languidly, not understanding where this was going. “Well, he might have a small, tiny little crush on y—“

“Hey!” Steve abruptly came over, putting an arm around Dustin, lightly punching it. “Why don’t we leave and not bother Y/N, yeah?”

You felt your face warm from what the boy had said before Steve kindly interrupted. You kept your eyes locked on your hands, whereas you fidgeted with some rings you adorned.

“Talk to her.” Dustin mouthed toward his older friend, watching you. Steve rolled his eyes and pushed him away, mocking a small ‘sure’.

You stayed facing your hands, lining the rings up on the counter. You knew what Dustin said was far too good to be true, supposedly if he said what he was going to say. Hell, if he said Steve Harrington, the Steve Harrington whom you’ve liked since Sophomore year, liked you back, you’d be laughing at his poor attempt at a joke. You knew Steve had a type, and being the next girl after Nancy Wheeler definitely didn’t seem like a huge confidence boost.

“—Y/N.” Steve tapped your hand, snapping you out of your thoughts. “What did Henderson say?”

“Something about where The Neverending Story cassette tape was.” You made up, not daring to look at him. “Nothing much.”

Steve made an o shape, glad that Dustin didn’t tell you. “So, how’s your day going?” He cringed at his attempt to save a conversation.

“Honestly? Pretty shitty.” You chuckle to yourself, putting your rings back on. “Until Max came in, she always managed to put a smile on my face.”

“What about me?” Steve feigned a pout, getting you to look up at him. “You don’t like me?” You give him an adoring smile, causing his heart to practically melt, maybe even his whole body.

“Oh, no. I absolutely hate you.” Reverting back to your usual self with him. Fuck it, might as well keep these feelings to myself. You think to yourself, propping your head on your hands.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I had quite a liking to you.” He moved around to mirror your position, giving a cheeky smile. You scrunch your nose at him, missing the way his eyes twinkled with adoration.

“Like that,” Steve pointed at your face. “That was cute.”

Holy fucking shit. You parted your lips slightly, furrowing your eyebrows together. “Pardon?”

Steve just chuckled at your reaction, attempting to keep his cool. He turned his head to his left, seeing Dustin mouth more words.

“Ask her on a date already.”

He shook his head, not wanting to rush, but seeing as it’s been months of constant flirting with each other, he’ll take his chance. Especially with the way you reacted, which pointed to good signs.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.” You recovered from your small shock.

The man braced himself, making random designs on the counter with his finger. “So, I was thinking, maybe you and I could—“

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Eddie came running in, Mike and Dustin immediately appeared next to Steve, hearing their DM. The long-haired man jumped over the counter and shook your shoulders, “Oh, my god! I have something to tell you!”

“Wait, slow down.” You giggled at his antics, grabbing his shoulders in return. “I would love to hear it, but Steve wanted to ask me something.”

“The king finally asked you out yet?” He whispered in your ear, making you blush uncontrollably.

“No, shut up.” You hit his chest, facing Steve again.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve felt a tightening in his chest and lightly clenched his hand when he saw this interaction. This. This is so lovely. He thought, heart aching. He tried not to let any emotion show through, failing miserably.

Eddie remained silent, standing behind you, getting curious looks from the two teens. You noticed the ‘subtle’ glare the eldest received from Steve, making you fidget with Eddie’s rings nervously.

“Steve?” You spoke questionably, getting him to look over at you. “What was it you were going to say?”

“Nothing, never mind.” He muttered, leaving his place. He turned to the kids, “I’ll be in the car, come over when Max is done, alright?”

Mike and Dustin nodded, albeit confused at his sudden mood change.

“Y/N, what did Steve say to you before Eddie kindly interrupted?” Dustin stared at you.

“Uh, something about him and I, but that was it.” You say with a disappointed tone. The three boys looked at each other with knowing looks, your obliviousness not getting anything. “What?”

“He was gonna ask you out, dumbass.” Eddie whacked the back of your head, making you glare at him.

“Don’t dumbass me, Munson. He wasn’t going to do that.” You state, in denial.

“He clearly got jealous when he saw the way Eddie was with you.” Mike got your attention, expressing with his hands. “He was literally giving a death stare to Eddie.”

“He was just staring at him weirdly because he interfered with our conversation.” You try again.

“Sure he was. Steve was clenching his jaw as well. Those are clear signs of jealousy. Clear!” The curly-haired boy hit the counter. “Now, go after him!”

“Excuse me?” You stare at him, completely in disbelief between the three of them. “I’m still at work, and I can’t just take the words of two teens and the most childish twenty-year-old I’ve ever met for it. No offense.” You pat Eddie’s shoulder, getting a swat.

“Then take my word.” Max came around the aisle, holding onto another cassette. “Steve Harrington has clearly fallen head over heels for you, Y/N L/N.”

You open your mouth to speak but shut it, pursing your lips together.

“Trust me, I haven’t lied to you since I met you.” The ginger stood next to the others. “Go.” She gave you a genuine smile, tilting her head to the side. “You’ll regret it if you don’t go, believe me.”

You hesitate for a bit, eyes fulgurating between all their faces. All of them nodded, letting you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You make your way toward the store entrance, looking back at them.

“GO!” They all shout, making you rush out the door.

As you left the store, the four of them quietly listened to the music in the background.

“So this is the guy you two worship?”

“Shut up.”

— — — —

You got out of the store before regretting to ask which was Steve’s car. Sure, you went to the same school and noticed almost every detail about him, but a car? You couldn’t remember anything.

“Shit.” You mumbled, heading toward the right of the lined-up shops. You ‘discreetly’ looked into all the cars that were parked, noting and confirming that the man you were looking for wasn’t there. It wasn’t until you almost gave up in front of Family Video did you see a car that looked awfully familiar.

You tilted your body to the left, peering inside to see him tapping the steering wheel impatiently, blasting whatever song by Tears for Fears.

As you approached the car, you took a deep breath and knocked on the passenger side window, getting his attention. He rolled his windows down, hearing Shout play loudly.

“What?” He asked, an irritated look on his face.

“Can we talk?” You nervously look down.

Steve sighed, unlocking the car doors for you to enter. He lowered the volume of the song, not wanting to immediately turn it off.

You give him a small smile, hands in your lap as you take a seat. You both stayed silent for a bit, and uncomfortable quietness filled the air.

“Did you just come here? Or are we actually gonna talk?”

“Crap, yeah sorry.” You tug on your clothing a little, feeling his stare burning into your skull. “Just… The kids in there told me something that might change a billion things.”

“And this relates to me because?”

“Because they told me that… You like me?” You question your reply, whispering the last part.

“What?”

“They told me you like me.” You say with more confidence, looking into his eyes for the first time since you got into the car. “Do you? I mean, like me?”

The song on the radio changed, suddenly playing Head Over Heels, making the man instantly turn the radio off, face flushed.

“I don’t— I don’t know what that was.” He rubbed his jaw, meeting your eyes.

“So, you don’t like me?” Your tone changed, instantly feeling embarrassed.

“NO!” He shouted, waving his hands and making you flinch. “I meant, no, I do like you.”

You let your mouth fall open, not expecting him to actually say that. “Huh?”

“I like you.” Steve shrugged, acting nonchalant about it. Too much. “Do you like me?”

God, I feel like a ten-year-old boy who has his first crush. He thought, his eyes dancing across your facial features.

“Yeah, actually. I do.” Your mouth becomes dry, shutting your eyes.

“And it’s not like a joke or anything?” He raked his fingers through his hair. “It’s not something the kids told you to do, right?”

“No, I wouldn’t—“ You open your eyes again, flickering to his lips before back up again. “I genuinely like you, Steve Harrington.”

You swore you saw the biggest grin appear on his face, making you smile in return.

And god, did he love your smile.

“Well, in that case, I genuinely like you too, Y/N L/N.” Steve said, managing to make his smile even wider, dimples showing and eyes crinkling at the edges. You melted at the sight, eyes lighting up.

He lifted one of his hands to cup your cheek, rubbing one side with his thumb. “Can I kiss you?”

“It would be a crime if you didn’t.” You reply, getting a smirk back.

The brunet gently pulled your face toward him, connecting the both of you over the center console. Eyes were shut, relishing the moment you had together. You imagined this happening, yes, but God was his lips softer than you imagined it being.

Steve could say the same, over and over it felt like a dream, not believing any of this was real. The butterflies in his stomach finally burst through, cupping your other cheek in the process.

You both separate, Steve letting his eyes open first. He stared with utmost infatuation, captivated by you. You fluttered your eyes open, giving him an affectionate smile.

He leaned in to kiss you again, before you back away softly, placing a hand on his mouth.

“Ask me on a date first, Harrington.” You kiss your hand, making him blush. Removing your hand, you lean in his your seat, as Steve now claimed it to be, still feeling warm.

Maybe babysitting those shitheads today wasn’t a bad thing. Steve thought.

“What was it you were going to say in the store? You know, before Ed’s kindly interrupted.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me sometime?” Steve gave you a weary smile, though you two had just kissed. “You don’t need to say yes. Just, like, I was just wondering. If you don’t want to, you don’t need to, it’s totally fine—“

You cut him off by giving him a quick peck on the lips, causing a goofy smile to appear.

“I thought you said to ask you on a date first?” He touched his lip a little.

“I mean, I needed you to shut up so I could say yes.” You lace your hands with him, feeling giddy. “Yes, I’ll watch a movie with you, Steve Harrington.”

“It’s a date.”

————————————————————

“So, are they gonna come back or?”

“I don’t even know.”

you guys can send requests if you have any!!

#stranger things #steve harrington #strangerthingsedit #steve #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington edit #august’s works 🫧

775 notes · View notes

oncasette · 2 years

Text

rooster on cassette

bradley bradshaw x gn!reader

summary: six songs and how they relate to your relationship with rooster, drabble/head canon style

warnings: innuendos/sexual implications

masterlist | taglist

GREAT BALLS OF FIRE - jerry lee lewis

i’ve changed my mind, this love is fine

goodness gracious, great balls of fire

ok, ok. this one is obvious but i had to add it. everyone knows he plays it at the bar all the time. it’s his signature. and it’s one of three songs he can actually play on the piano. but! ladies man rooster let’s you—makes you—sit on the bench next to him as he plays. and, eventually, you learn enough of the chords that you can play the song together.

“c’mon, baby. gotta please the crowd,” he says as he pulls the piano bench out for you. you know what song he’s gonna play without him telling you. it’s his go to. even if he knows how to play “piano man” and “old time rock & roll,” you know he won’t play them with the bar as crowded as it is.

your thighs are always touching, and sometimes one of yours gets tossed over his and you’re practically sitting on his lap in the middle of the crowd surrounding you. and you just get to sit and stare at him with your massive heart eyes as he sings. he’ll do that silly little dance when he gets done every time, pulling you up to join him after he’s completed his victory lap.

“kiss me, baby,” he half-sings, pouting his lips for you to smack one on him. he even does the “oooh, that feels good” bit in between the kiss you give him and the kiss he inevitably drags you into seconds later.

and he’s grumbling ten minutes later when he’s forced to plug the jukebox in, because he can’t bare to be away from you that long. but the grumbling doesn’t last long, when you agree to follow him over there (dramatic, bud) and pick out a new song for the two of you to dance to.

brad mumble sings the silly love song as he presses himself fully against you. He’s always a little touchier after he gets done singing, and you never ask, but you know it’s got something to do with his dad. you’d seen the way maverick had reacted that one time, and you were just glad bradley was letting you in enough to include you in it.

ADDICTED TO LOVE - robert palmer

it’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough

you know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love

windows down in the bronco, screaming both of your hearts out to this song. he’s got his free hand running up and down your thigh and his aviators perched on the edge of your nose.

you’d somehow convinced him to go to the farmer’s market with you that morning. well, not somehow. you’d had to bribe him with your sundress. but! you got him out and to the car in time to make it to the farmer’s market at a decent hour, before it closed or got too unbearably hot.

He’s got one–of the two total playlists he has on his phone–playing over the aux as he drives, only the beginning chords of this song have got him cranking up the stereo to the point that you can feel the bass in the seat beneath you. it’s the playlist he’d made for your road trip last summer, seeing as the other one is the one he’d made for your ‘getting in on’ time, as he so eloquently put it.

“sounds like you, huh,” he says, referring to robert palmer’s love-sick descriptions. your heart sweats, your body shakes. another kiss is what it takes.

“hm?” you ask in response, never having really paid attention to the lyrics in the past, save from the chorus. you adjust in your seat, allowing the still-rising sun to hit your skin at a better angle.

“think he’s saying you’re addicted to me.”

“don’t be stupid.”

“so i’m wrong?” god, you hate him and his stupid little smirk. it’s even worse so early in the morning, with the sky still brewing in its haze. he looks so good here, like this.

“no… but you don’t have to be so cocky about it. it’s unbecoming, bradley.”

“oh, you’re right, baby. sorry, won’t be cocky,” he assures you, gently squeezing the thigh still in his grip. you can smell the lies dripping off his tongue.

ROOSTER - alice in chains

here they come to snuff the rooster

yeah, here come the rooster, yeah

i feel like roos would listen to this unironically, like all the time. bradley’s #1, most played song of all time. always on his spotify wrapped in some way, which means you’re stuck listening to it more often than not, as well.

brad’s got this on in the bathroom late one morning, one of his off days. he’s got you seated on the bathroom counter, in between the double sinks with his razor in your hand.

“don’t butcher me up too bad, baby,” he says as you slather the shaving cream across his cheeks. you’re careful to avoid his lips and stache region, knowing he’ll trim that on his own with the clipper you gifted him for christmas.

“wouldn’t dream of it, handsome.”

“handsome, hm? might make you shave me all the time if you’re gonna be so nice,” he says as he lifts his head to give you access to his neck.

“stop talking. i’m scared i’m gonna cut you,” you say as you eye his bobbing adam’s apple.

“yes, ma’am.”

as soon as you’re done—like, the second the towel you’re using to clean him up is no longer covering his mouth—he’s replaying the song and putting his aviators on to serenade you in your ensuite. to a song about his callsign. full dips and lyrics mouthed along your jaw serenaded, too.

I’M ON FIRE - bruce springsteen

i got a bad desire

oh, oh, oh, i’m on fire

a slow dance in the kitchen song at its finest. two am,

just got home from the bar. neither of you are drunk, just buzzed and happy and really craving popcorn for some reason.

it’s your phone this time since you always got aux in his car on nights out and your trip home had cut mr. springsteen short. it’s left on the island as you rummage around in the pantry with bradley wrapped around your back. it seriously limits your mobility, but he’s too warm for you to even think about asking him to get off.

his popcorn—the movie theater butter kind—is hidden on the top shelf which forces brad to reach over you and grab the snack he’d hidden himself.

he backs the two of you up the foot it takes to reach the microwave, only giving into his cravings long enough to let you put the damn thing in, before he’s pulling you further against him to sway slightly.

“love you.” it’s mumbled into the nape of your neck, neatly trimmed mustache hairs tickling your hairline.

it’s gentle, at first, just barely moving your hips in sync. but he’s spinning you around not long after and intertwining one pair of your hands together so that he can–clumsily–lead you through the single ballroom dance he learned in eighth grade etiquette class.

“i love you, too,” you hum just moments before the song ends and the microwave goes off.

FOOTLOOSE - kenny loggins

you can fly if you’d only cut loose, footloose

kick off your sunday shoes

this is on the list only partially because miles is in footloose. ok totally, but it’s a secret, don’t tell anybody.

you make him watch footloose. (both. yes the remake exists in this timeline, shh). and as much as bradley claims to hate it, he can’t deny how much he actually loves watching it with you. it’s a watch at least every three months, alternating between the two versions.

“you’d be a good willard, i think,” you say during one of your viewings.

“you think?”

“oh, yeah. I know you can boogie, baby.” he tosses a piece of popcorn at you in retaliation.

(he so definitely surprises you with the end dance at your wedding. like i’m absolutely sure about this).

BIG BALLS - ac/dc

everybody says i’ve got

great balls of fire

bradley has fifth grader humor and thinks this song is peak. comedy. to him. best friend is snorting like every other line.

brad has got this playing on the nightstand one night after he’d gotten home a tad later than usual. not that he ever stopped playing it, if you were being honest.

but this particular night, he’s a little gigglier than usual. he’s still in his towel, hair wet and dripping down his face as he climbs up on the bed to lean over you.

“god, brad. you’re worse than the dog,” you whine at the feel of the newly cold sheets. He ignore you, though, too focused on the innuendos spewing from the speaker.

“it’s my belief that my big balls should be held every night,” he whisper sings before he’s tucking his face into your tummy in a half-assed attempt to hide his laughter, dampening the gray cotton of your t-shirt and darkening it.

“gross!” you scoff, joining in on his laughter out of habit, as you push his head up off of you.

“hey, bon scott said it, not me,” he says as he leans in with the most obnoxiously puckered lips you’d ever seen.

“you’re disgusting. vile,” you punctuate your statement with a gagging sound, only to meet his lips halfway in a peck.

“you love me, baby,” he says. and you hate how right he is.

tags-- @zeldaknight @ridestomars @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

#miles teller x reader #rooster #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #miles teller #top gun

415 notes · View notes

justroaminground · 11 months

Text

long time no see (Dean Winchester x Reader)

summary: the winchester's had a case in your city and back then you got pregnant from dean. later on in life you and the winchester's including your boy cross paths.

warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, fluff, oral, mentionings of motherhood, single mom

Enjoy! If there are any requests feel free to leave them. Sorry for mistakes i am sure you get the point. ;) xx

+++++++++++++++

it was a autumn windy day and you made your way to the city. you haven't been there for quiet a while since you move up the hills leaving each and everyone behind you. still you had to get back to the civilization here and there to get some things done.

the reason you left, was because a few years prior you were involved in a case from the winchesters. it had changed your life completely. demons were possessing your family including the complete neighborhood and you were the only one surviving.

since the case wasn't over just then the winchester stayed for a few more weeks and helped the city get back to normal. it was horrible to see all of that going down no discussions, but one "thing" stayed forever since then.

you looked down at your little boy and smiled at him. "c'mon ames, we will go to the city and after that i will check up what we learned yesterday!"

"can't we do that tomorrow mommy?! i am sure i will be veeeery tired after we come back.." ames dramatically whined and looked up at you with his green eyes.

"i will play your favorite ACDC cassette in the car!" you knew just exactly what you had to do, to get him where you wanted him.

"deal!!!" he jumped with a huge smile on his face and ran to the car. you followed him and loaded all the needed essentials into the car. getting into.

you drove off to the city, listening to the ACDC songs playing and your son singing along. you peeked over to him just to admire this little creature, which is the only reason you still see this world as a happy place, protecting him with everything you have.

a few hours in the trip the environment started to change. a punch of people rushed trough the streets, bright billboards flashed from all sides and everyone seemed busy.

"mom why don't we live here?" ames mumbled while observing every inch of the surroundings.

"maybe one day little rockstar" you smiled at him. quickly your gaze went back to the streets. when this one particular car got your attention.

a 1967 chevrolet impala

"mommy mommy mommy look at that car!! can we stop here?!??" ames said excited while clapping his hands.

"u-uhm" you coughed trying to find your voice. "i don't know we should get the groceries ames." you finished of your sentence trying to convince him. a quick gaze to your side confirmed your instinct, ames looked at you with his puppy eyes.

"alright, alright.." you calmed him down and parked your car at the next parking lot.

you got out of the car and walked around it, helping the 6 year old boy out of your car you took his little hand in yours and walked to dean's car.

your feelings mixed up and you weren't sure anymore how you felt. praying you would be able to walk away before the winchester got back to their car.

ames walked around the car looking excitedly trough the window. maybe it wasn't even their car?! you though to yourself when a male voice knocked you out from debating with yourself.

"wanna get in and look at it from the inside?!" dean talked straight to ames, not noticing you yet.

"hell yeah!" ames looked up at dean, sparkling eyes and bright smile on his face.

"ames! watch your mouth!" you told him and felt nervousness creeping up in your veins.

dean laughed at ames and unlocked the car, while opening the door he froze in shock and looked straight into your eyes over the roof of his impala.

"Y/n?!´" he spoke out in a calm but surprised tone.

"hi dean."

a bit unsure what is about to go down, ames walked back to your side and took your hand.

"mommy you know this man?" he questioned you and looked up at you.

"u-ugh, yeah this is dean." you smiled down at ames and looked back at dean. "dean this is ames." your nerves eased a bit and stroke through ames hair.

"glad to see you again and nice meeting you little..boy" a heartfelt smile crossed deans face and you were able to see insecurity crossing his face because of ames. "i was just on my way to a diner, sam's waiting for me. wanna join? would love to spend some time with you." his look full of hope made you literally weak

it seemed easier the way it was. ames never really wanted to know where his dad was. he knew that he left which left the two of you as a team. on the other hand you'd love him to have a dad, but dean just wouldn't be able to fulfill this role considering his "lifestyle".

"yeah why not, haven't eaten yet!" taking your keys out you wanted to walk over to your car.

"uhm..mommy can't we just drive with dean?!" ames asked and looked at dean.

"please! i am asking you to drive with me." dean spoke up and pointed to his car.

the two of you got in the backseat and acdc started to play.

"you have the coolest friends!" ames excitingly said while singing along.

dean laughed and looked at the two of you through the mirror.

"he loves acdc" you confirmed to dean and laughed.

arriving to the diner the three of you met sam. he still remembered you from the case a few years back. ames loved them right away and it would be a hard time saying goodbyes, but for now the four of you were here and enjoyed the burgers.

"ames you have a very cool necklaces there." dean complimented ames amulet and looked over at you. you sipped at your coke and bit your lip.

it was the one dean gave you before he left you. back then you thought you were having a special place in deans heart only to be confronted by reality and never hearing from him to this day. maybe this was fate or simply just coincidence. either way you enjoy every second right now.

"thank's, mommy gave it to me. telling me it protects me from evil things." he proudly told dean and showed him, his own amulet.

sam laughed slightly and looked from ames to dean and back to you. already feeling something is off.

"very nice i like it! how does you mom protect herself from bad stuff?" deans gaze went form ames to you, raising his eyebrow.

"she has a very cool tattoo! i want the same one when i am bigger!" like the little ball of energy ames is he answered before you were able to answer.

"yeah exactly." you confirmed. "the pentagram, i am sure you know." you added while looking from sam to dean.

insecurity and slight panic crossed deans face once again at the fact of how similar ames is to him. sam leaned back with a huge smirk on his face and looked at dean from the side.

"c'mon ames need a toilet break? we should definitely get our things before heading back home." you cleaned a bit of ketchup from his mouth. "we live about 2 hours from the city, up the hill. we do a city trip every month and mostly live up there. that's why we are a bit in a rush." you explained to sam and dean.

"nooo mommy i do not wanna go yet!" ames whined out and looked at you with his puppy eyes.

"ugh yeah no i mean i get it, but you can't leave just yet!" dean managed to speak up.

"sorry we really have to.." you smiled at him in excuse and went to the toilette with ames.

coming back to the table you find the two brothers still sitting there and took your bag from the seat.

"hold on." dean said getting up. "sam just said he'd love to get all the things you need. if you want you can join my brother little one" dean spoke down to ames and smiled.

"ugh i-" cut off by ames already being convinced from dean's plan he stood next to sam, holding his hand and smiling up at him.

sam looked down at ames a bit overwhelmed and smiled at you. you knew from the bottom of your heart there is no safer man to leave ames with, than sam.

"okey okey..uhm..at least let me pay!" you said while handing sam your wallet.

"i am just taking that because i do not talk back to a woman, but i won't use it y/r." sam said while turning on his heel and leaving the diner with ames.

looking at dean you smiled insecure.

"if you don't mind i'd love to take another drink and speak about some things..?" he looked at you.

knowing there was a reason he sent sam away with ames.

"yeah sure" you sat back onto the bench and the two of you ordered something to drink.

hours passed and the two of you talked about what was going on the past few years. most of the time you were talking since dean wouldn't be able to explain what was going on in his life in one sitting.

"so yeah i decided after everything that went down to move up the hills." you explained while taking another sip.

"thank you for sharing all that, but i think you forgot a very big part in your story" dean said in a very serious tone.

trying one last time to pass over the topic "ames" you played with your fingers and looked him in the eyes.

"i thought we were passing over some things?" you said while touching on the fact that he hasn't explaing everything from the past few years himself.

"y/r.." dean spoke out in a warning tone.

"alright alright.." you nodded your head and exhaled loudly. "would you mind getting out of here?" asking him you wanted to have some privacy with him.

"no! our motel is right around the corner.." dean explained and the two of you payed.

getting out of the diner and to their motel room, he set you up with a coke but you shoke your head.

"i think i need a beer this time" you said while sitting down.

his eyes widened a bit and handed you the beer. you drank a bit of it and forced yourself to finally confront him with the topic.

"you see i don't wanna talk around it for too long, but yes. ames is your son." you talked it right out. your voice shaking and you're sitting there in front of him feeling the most vulnerable you have ever felt.

his face turns sad and he looked away onto the floor. he leans against the counter with his feet crossed. his head slightly nodding while letting the fact, he's a dad sink in. his assumption's only being confirmed it weighted heavy on him.

silence filled the room and you couldn't just sit there any longer. you walked over to him, leaning at the counter next to him.

"i found out i was pregnant about 2 months after. i got all the savings from mom and dad and moved up the hills. the few thing's i learned from you and sam i used to be safe, but thank's to god, nothing really happened except for this one ghost encounter. anyway the pregnancy went just fine and after 9 months we were two living up there. he had the most wholesome and happy childhood and still has. he is homeschooled and thing's are good. i thought of you many times, but thought it was better that way." you explained pretty rough how thing's went down and put one hand on his shoulder. "don't get me wrong dean, you'd be a amazing father. i just thing it is better for ames this way. it would break his heart knowing you're his father and not being able to spend enough time with you."

silence fills the room again and you can clearly see tears in deans eyes. he bit his lip to hold them back and looked at you.

"c'mere" he whispered, while pulling you into his arms. you wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face into his neck. you stroke along his back and it felt like he has never been away.

he hugged you tight, placing a small kiss onto your forehead. "thank you for being such a brave and strong mother. he's such a wholesome and lovely boy." dean calmly said and pulled back a bit just to be able to look into your eyes.

your cheeks got red real quick and you smiled. "you are always welcome to spent time with him.. know that." you whispered and the words faded away.

time suddenly seemed to stand still and the eyecontact got very intense. "dean i-" you tried to stop what was about to happen, because you knew there was no way out.

not being able to finish your sentence you felt his soft lips against yours. a huge weight fell off your chest and you closed your eyes. carefully you moved your lips agains his and showed him you were okey with the kiss. his hands were laying flat on your back and he pressed you against his body.

you hummed a surprised whimper against his lips and put your hands on his chest. one sliding up to his neck. his hands started to roam your body and found their way under your jacket. he stripped of your jacket and you pulled slightly away from him just to let it fall to the ground.

the kiss got more heated as you crashed your lips back onto his and clawed his flannel needy. you stood up on your tiptoes just to get more of him. his hands grabber your sides and you pressed your body against his. feeling every inch of you against his body. within seconds he grabbed your waist, picked you up and placed you on top of the counter. your legs interlocked around his waist and you started to unbutton his flannel. softly stripping it off his shoulders, exposing his well trained upper body. you bit your lip and placed your hands on his strong chest.

dean looked at you with a smirk and his hands slowly made their way up your thighs. with flustered cheeks you looked up at him and kissed his lips again.

"i missed that so much" you whispered against his lips.

"let me care of you" dean mumbled into the kiss and made his way down your neck. leaving wet kiss.

your head leaned back onto the cupboard and your body arched against his body. his fingers made their way to your panties and with his thumb he slightly but knowingly pressed against your weakness.

a sweet moan left your lips and your hands were searching for support, resting on his biceps.

"does that make you feel good baby?" his gaze scanned every inch of your facial expressions and you looked up at him with innocent eyes. you quickly nodded, pressing you hips slightly against his fingers.

"use your words, i wanna hear how i make you feel." he stopped for a second undressed your pantie.

"yes sir." you said while following his movements with your eyes.

he came back up and spreaded your legs just a bit more and his hands shoved up your dress. a smirk formed on your lips and you bit your lower lip.

"lucky me i chose just the right outfit today" you whispered in arousal and your hands found their way to his jeans. you started to unbuckle his jeans. letting them fall to the ground including his boxers. exposing his hard member.

his fingers found their way back to your already wet pussy and he played with your clit while sliding teasingly slow down to your entrance. his boner pressing against your thigh.

"lucky me having such a hot mess all to myself." dean growled into your ear and you clawed into his shoulders with one hand. you spit into your other hand and took this length in your hand, starting to stroke his cock.

"d-dean please" you moaned softly while pressing your eyes shut.

slowly but determinant his fingers entered you. you walls clenching around his fingers not being used to the feeling since you haven't been touched since the last time the two of you slept together.

"gosh your so tight!" dean couldn't help but moan out and started to move his fingers inside you. pushing them in and out, curving them just the right way to hit your sweet spot.

you moaned out loud his name and felt yourself getting close. you let go of his cock and hold onto his hand.

"i-i'm gonna cum dean." you breathed out heavily and licked your lower lip.

"c'mon" he said while helping you hop from the counter. he helped you undress the dress and threw it to the floor. your arms found their way around his neck and you walked him to the wall, pressing him slightly against it and letting yourself fall on your knees in front of him. whitout any hesitation you wrapped your lips around his tip and teased him with your tongue.

"holy fuck y/r!" dean moaned out ins surprise and his hand buried in your hair.

you started moving your head and at first you had quite a bit of a problem fitting him into your mouth, but the more you relaxed the easier it got. you sucked him off hungrily and even gagged a bit on his length and thickness.

"just like that baby" dean praised you and pushed his hips against you. your hands rested on his thighs and your doll like eyes looked up at him.

"gosh you're making me weak with those eyes!" dean moaned out and leaned his shoulders against the wall. his hands in your hair and eyes shut. you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and your mouth started to water even more. pressing his hips gently back onto the wall you move your head and support your movements with one hand. he couldn't hold it any longe and came into your mouth.

"fuck y/n, where did that came from?!" he breathed out surprised and quickly pulled you up on your legs. pushing you against the wall with your back facing him.

"never pull any preconceptions.." you warned him cheekily, grinding against his length. "i wanna fell you dean" you pleaded out and felt sich hands on your hip. you upper body still pressed against the wall while your bottom his pressed back against him.

dean took his cock and parted your lips, teasingly stroking your clit he moved his length up to your entrance and held you still. he pushed his pelvic against yours and enters you inch by inch.

a throaty moan escaped your lips and your hands laid flat on the wall next to your chest. dean pressed you against the wall, thrusting into you deep and slow. pressing your eyes shut you had to concentrate to not collapse onto your knees.

"f-faster dean. fuck me faster and harder" you moaned over your shoulder and grabbed with one hand his hand, which was laying on your hip grabbing into it for support.

he kissed your shoulder blade and bit teasingly into your neck. "as you wish my love" he spoke with a raspy voice into your ear and picked up speed. his trusts got faster and harder. your moans got louder and you held with both hands onto his hands, which laid on your hips for support.

you could feel your body tens up and your knees getting week. one of deans arms wrapped around your torso supporting you and the other one rested on your shoulder. your body started to get shaky and your walls tightened around his cock.

"i'm gonna cum!" you cried out and held onto the wall in front of you.

with one quick move he turned you around and put you on the bed. a needy whimper escaped your mouth at the loss of his body and you looked up at him. he quickly hovered over you and carefully got back into you.

"i wanna see your pretty face, when you cum all over my cock." dean whispered against your lips and lifted your pelvis. with that, he hit your g-spot and you couldn't help but roll your eyes in satisfaction.

your mouth fell open, looking down how he fucked right into you. crashing your lips against his you couldn't hold it in any longer. legs pressed against his sides and your nails clawed into his back.

dean escaped a harsh moan and he trusted all the way into you. you could feel loosing every bit of strength as you finally reached your release. you cried out his name one last time and sunk back into the soft bed underneath you.

right then and there he finished himself while cuming into you. he paused for a minute, kissing you softly and you could slowly feel your body coming back from your high.

"you okey?" he sounded slightly worried, pulling himself out of you.

you cuddled against his chest while nodding. "yeah it's just, i know already i won't be seeing you for quit a while now." you whispered softly against his skin. slowly you sat up and put your hair into a ponytail.

"i promise you will hear from me now more often, even if it's just by phone y/n. i didn't knew about amen." he sat up in bed and sat right behind you. dean kissed your shoulder and gave you a warm look.

you simply smiled and hugged him one more time. before you were able to say something you two heard a knock on the door and sam's voice was echoing through the door.

"guess who's back!" he announced.

"sam and ameeeeen!" amen added while laughing.

both of you hurried out of bed and got dressed quickly. dean got the door while you freshened up in the bathroom. sam and dean brought the two of you back to your car and while sam helped you getting the groceries from the impala into your car. dean took the time left and spent it with amen.

"he's literally his twin.." sam silently told you while the two of you were watching them.

you laughed and just nodded. "take care of yourself and your brother. i am sure amen wants to see the two of you as son as possible again." you smiled up at sam and gave him a hug.

"course. we will" sam confirmed to you and you went over to amen and dean.

"c'mon little rockstar..we should go" you said with a heavy heart and hold your hand into amens direction.

giving you sad look he looked back at dean and hugged his waist one more time. "you're the coolest friend my mom has dean!" he whispered against his tummy and looked up at him. dean kneeled down into amens level and patted his shoulder. "you're the coolest little guy i met. take care of yourself and your mother." amen nodded fast and gave dean one last smile before he turned and also gave sam one last hug.

the two of you got into your car, driving out of the parking lot and amen waved them goodbye.

109 notes · View notes

bloodybreakupscene · 2 years

Text

-> 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒. 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

robin arellano x reader

-> you and robin are best friends (pt.2) (no finney)

-> struggled a little coming up w/ new scenarios 😒 but yas here's sum more moments with robin!!

you sat outside of the boy’s restroom waiting for robin to come out, something was off about him. you noticed that when, instead of rambling about what movie he saw recently, he didn’t speak, not one word left his lips. as he exited the bathroom you stared at the small cuts on his face, the bruises on his arms, the bandages on his hand, and the somber look on his face. silence enveloped the both of you as you walked towards your home.

robin threw himself on your couch and almost passed out until you walked out with a record player, you set it down gently on the table and inserted the vinyl disc onto the turntable. with the music drowning out his negative thoughts, robin finally drifted off to sleep. you watched as his eyes closed and the small breaths escaped his lips.

a few hours passed and robin finally woke up, a familiar scent filled his nose and he walked towards your kitchen as saw that you were cooking. (fav. dish) was something you always made when you actually felt like cooking. he sat down at the table that was supposed to be for you and your family, and put his head down. he almost fell back asleep but you setting a plate down in front of him kept him awake.

"here ya' go." you said, sending him a sympathetic glance towards the bruises on his face.

"thanks. love you." he mumbled before quickly eating the meal brought to him.

—

the two of you sat on the curb outside of your neighborhood, watching old cars speed past. probably one of those older teenagers; you thought, leaning your head on the hand that was resting on your knee. you saw a couple walking down the sidewalk and remembered something; a card you made robin.

"oh, i forgot but happy valentine's day." you said, handing him a poorly (but hand crafted) made valentine's day card with one dollar on the inside.

“thanks, wow, i feel kinda bad because i didn’t make anything for you. dude, give me like a day and i’ll make you something.” he promised, putting the card in his back pocket.

“it’s fine, i didn’t expect anything from you anyway.” you laughed.

“don’t even, next time i’ll get you something for sure.”

“sure.” you rolled your eyes.

—

"ROBIN! look it!" you shouted at him, running towards him as he was walking into school. he paused and looked at you, now walking, towards him.

"i finally got the walkman everyone's talking about!!" you cheered, now accompanying robin while moving throughout the school property.

“those cost like 200 bucks right? you did not pay for that yourself.”

“well duh, i paid half, and my parents paid half, it was a gift for my birthday.”

“how much cassettes you got?”

"i only have like four, so far."

after a bit of walking, the two of you find a nice secluded area to sit near. it was close to your first class but not his, his was on the other side of the school, but he didn't mind being late, it's not like the class was that far; he always told you.

you pulled out the cassette tapes you liked and put on of them into the walkman, you pressed the play button and gave robin one of the ear buds. ten minutes went by and you and him spent the whole morning time listening to music together. the bell rung notifying the start of first period.

"alright, robin let's go—." you paused, robin's head lied on your shoulder, clearly sleeping. light snores left his lips and you decided to not move, not leave him.

you both were in a secluded spot behind the school so the only staff that would see you would be nosy janitors or other people skipping. you leaned your head on robin's and switched out another one of your mixtapes. god this was such a hassel, i hope in the future i can just play songs instead of constantly having to switch; you thought.

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #tbp x reader #the black phone x you #robin tbp #tbp robin #robin x reader #robin x you #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #fanfic #fluff

168 notes · View notes

scwheeler · 2 years

Text

🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — boys don’t cry

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: mike finally gets his drivers license but every time he gets into his car, he can only think of you.

warnings: none !!

age of pairing: 16-17

mike ran out of the house to see a slightly old car parked out in his driveway with a sloppy ribbon that holly probably made, on the hood. “thank you thank you thank you!” he shouted and looked back at his parents. it was his sixteenth birthday and his wish finally came true, getting a car. even though it was nancy’s old car, anything was better than the family suv.

he had been practically for months and after initially failing his first drivers test, the second one he aced. now he could drive and drive his own car around town, picking up his friends and going to school. “go on, go for a small drive,” his mom insisted and waited with his dad in front of the front door.

they waved bye as mike hopped into the car and started the engine. after pulling out of the driveway and drifting away from his neighborhood, he drove near the edge of town. a nearby area where no one from school or at least anyone his age was. it was near the hawkins leaving sign, a large field perhaps which seemed to be open to the public.

he used to drive there almost everyday after school to do his homework or listen to music or talk to you. he’d bring you here after practicing for his drivers test and have a little picnic in the fields while watching the sunset. the only sound were your voices and the wind whistling through the weeds, blocking out the usual car honking and loud street noise.

at first, mike and you discovered it together while driving in the open road for practice. it was easier to drive on the roads near the forest and border where there weren’t many pedestrians or other cars which meant he could focus on the signs and turns. one day the both of you got lost due to miscommunication and you inability to work a map.

however, it ended up with you two driving out into an enormous field filled with the color yellow and beige. without wasting another second, you jumped out of the car and ran out through the meadow while few sharp weeds poked your fingertips. he watched you jump around and fall into the ground and with little persuasion, he joined in.

from that day on, the field had been your hangout spot, date spot. a place where only you two knew of and only you two could go. whenever your friends would ask you guys where you were going, you guys would lie and say a movie or one of your houses’. it wasn’t that you wanted to keep a secret from your friends or not let them join but it was nice having a meaningful place with just you and him.

mike turned on the radio and drove on the pavement where no cars were. he leaned on his elbow on the side door window and listened to the music blasting through the car. the scenery was nice and the month had just turned april meaning the mid of spring. although today is was a particularly windy day with clouds covering the sun from it being a hot day.

♪ i would say i’m sorry ♪

♪ if i thought that it would change your mind ♪

he looked over to his right where the passenger seat was left empty. in the cup holder, there was that stupid paper map you could never understand and led the two of you to find your secret place. somewhat of a blessing in disguise he could say. even though he thought it was annoying that you would change the radio almost every five seconds because you already listened to the song fifty million times, he now found it boring to sit through only one radio station during the car ride.

♪ but i know that this time i have said too much ♪

♪ been too unkind ♪

the only exception was when the cure was playing. that was when you stopped everything and turned up the radio to full volume, blasting the music through the vehicle. mike didn’t mind and rather found it funny how much you loved the cure. now he found himself buying any record or cassette tape that belonged to the cure.

♪ i tried to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies ♪

he didn’t even know all of the songs or LDs, but laying on his bed and listening to their songs reminded him of you. how you would force him to get up and start dancing with you while he was doing his homework or when you would start freaking out whenever you would hear the cure being played at a store or restaurant.

♪ i tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes ♪

now his stomach would church and his heart would drop whenever one of the cure songs played. he would abruptly run out of a store or try to tune it out. his friends definitely got annoyed by it now. he would mention you almost all the time, how this remembered him of you and how that was your favorite. they repeated multiple times that he should just apologize or at least try talking to you again but he knew you never wanted to see him again.

♪ ‘cause boys don’t cry ♪

♪ boys don’t cry ♪

his eyes shifted to the rearview mirror and saw the dangling necklace hanging from it. for a minute he admired it and thought back to when you put it there. it was when you left to visit your folks in canada, therefore, you hung one of your favorite necklaces on the mirror so he could think of you whenever he was going somewhere.

♪ i would break down at your feet ♪

♪ and beg forgiveness, plead with you ♪

even after you returned, you never took it back and it stayed there as a small memo that you were with him no matter where or when. it had been there so long, mike had gotten used to it and never remembered to take it off. so watched the small pendent swing side to side as the car turned and took a sharp left to the field.

when he stopped, the scenery was the same as he left it. he kept the car ignition on and looked at the necklace, before unclasping it and putting it into the cup holder along with the map. lowering the music volume he stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut.

♪ but i know that it's too late ♪

♪ and now there's nothing i can do ♪

he leaned on the hood of the car and stared out into the sky. it wasn’t sunset yet but not necessary the sunny mid-day still. around a cloudy evening kind of weather, like a rainy day without the rain. he took a deep breath and inhaled the pollen present in the air, if he hadn’t taken his spring allergy medicine this morning he probably would’ve been dead by now.

the music was still playing, the song reaching its chorus as the volume was low. the sound of the weeds bristling against each other was the only sound heard. the occasional bird chirp here and there but nothing else. complete silence. the way mike didn’t like it. he believed he loved silence, no one talking or bothering him.

♪ i tried to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies ♪

♪ i tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes ♪

but he enjoyed it when you talked to him. whether it was pestering him about the upcoming test or about their date plans for the weekend. he could listen to you for hours just talking about your new math teacher who was an asshole. he felt like you were the only one who truly understood him and would be on his side no matter what.

♪ ‘cause boys don’t cry ♪

of course his friends supported him but there were many disputes and arguments about the best jello flavor or if chocolate or vanilla was better. small things like that but through all of them, you also agreed with him. sometimes you disagreed but still listened to his opinions and visa-versa.

♪ boys don’t cry ♪

the clouds were white with a shade of gray covering the edges. if you were here right now you would say the air, the music, the scenery was a movie scene. something you would kill to experience in real life, but unfortunately you weren’t here and mike was left to torture himself more with memories of you flooding his head whenever he did anything.

there was a small voice from behind that startled mike, not because of the fact that someone was there but by who it was.

“copying me and liking the cure now?”

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #st 4 vol 2 #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #stranger things #mike x reader #mike stranger things #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard x reader #stranger things x reader #st4 #finn wolfhard x y/n #stranger things season 4

307 notes · View notes

mytheoristavenue · 2 years

Note

Eddie with his 6 lil nuggets with reader 😩

This was really cute, I took some artistic liberties, but hopefully you still like it!

ST Eddie Munson x Reader - Sweet Child O' Mine

Warnings: fluff, annoying kids, over stimulation, anxiety, child endangerment, fear of death, protection, thinking someone died/drowned, ANGST

Summary: After graduation, you and your friends decided to take the kids on a camping trip.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie's shrill voice complained. "Can you shut the fuck up, Dustin? Nobody cares about what kind of trees are native to this state or whatever!"

You smiled sympathetically, resting your hand on his shoulder, turning back to the kids in the back seat. "I care, Dustin, but how about we save it for when we get there? Then you can show us the trees, and not just talk about them." You offered, smiling. Out of every minor in the car, Lucas, Max, and himself, Dustin was the only one to forget his walkman. He'd made Eddie turn off his stereo, claiming the metal gave him a headache, and he'd been talking nonstop ever since.

You thought for a solution, tapping your thin with the pad of your index finger, before settling on an idea. Digging on your bag, you found an old walkman with a cracked case. You opened Eddie's glove box, finding something that Dustin would like, before loading the cassette. "Here," you said, handing it back to him with a smile. "You can borrow mine."

The teenager's hands claimed the device, looking it over. "God, (Y/N), thing's ancient." he commented. "First edition, I think." you blushed a bit. Your family had never mad much money, and you honestly had only had the player so long. Eddie'd bought it for you from a pawn shop back in Freshman year and you loved it dearly.

Dustin could see Eddie casting him glares from the rear view mirror, prompting him to change his tune. "L-Like, ancient in a cool way, I mean! Like an artifact. Thank you." You smiled at him, patting your boyfriends thigh. Now that all the kids were distracted, you could turn the stereo back on, and Eddie would calm down. Your fingers brought it to life, tuning it to pay a song that was highly sentimental to your relationship: Sweet Child O' Mine.

He instantly let loose of all the tense energy in his body, waiting for the lyrics to begin, ready to sing along to them. His lips closed again when you began to sing instead.

"She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky."

It was rare that Eddie got the chance to hear you sing, not because you weren't good at it, but because of how shy you were about it. Him and his friends had actually on more than one occasion asked you to join their band, but you'd always just laugh off the offer. "Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place and if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry." he cooed, his pitch complimenting yours quite nicely.

----

"Okay, shit heads," Eddie said, twisting to pop his back. "Get outta my van." You giggled at him, sliding out of the passenger seat, grabbing your bag out of the floor board as you did. You walked around to the back of the van to begin un packing as Steve called everyone over.

"Alright, kids," he said, hands on his hips. "Because we're responsible for you and whatever you do while we're out here, the cabin we rented is gonna be supervised." The kids all groaned, a few of them hoping to get a bit of alone time with their respective partners. You giggled at them as Steve continued to drone on as they hiked up to the cabin.

----

Night had fallen, and you all sat around the fire pit, Eddie strumming softly on an acoustic guitar with your head on his shoulder. You were all roasting marshmallows, swapping embarrassing stories, and intermittedly singing off key to what ever your boyfriend happened to be playing at the time. Currently, you had been playing a child friendly version of truth or dare, and Jonathan had been telling the story of having to pry a Lego figure out of Will's nose, everyone laughing at their expense. After a bit of time had passed, Nancy and Steve had come to the conclusion that it was probably time for bed, planning to take everyone canoeing early the next day.

You had been laying in bed with Eddie, fast asleep, when you rolled over, eyes opening slightly to reveal an empty bed beside you. Confusion set in as you groggily sat up, his arm still wrapped around you. You blinked, realizing that there were three empty cots between you and the wall. Your brows knitted together in panic as you shot up to a stand, spinning around.

You hurriedly shook Eddie awake, kicking into your shoes and shouting to wake everyone else. "Guys, guys! Wake up, the kids are gone!"

Eddie jumped up immediately, aiding in your shaking his friends awake. "Jesus H Christ, wake the fuck up!" he shouted, stomping his boots on the floor to make as much noise as possible.

All of you finally darted out of the cabin, all in your pajamas, and all breaking away to search for the kids. Jonathan hushed the five of you, listening intently. "Do you hear that?" he asked his girlfriends as her brows furrowed.

"Laughing," she replied. "That's Mike." You sat there contemplating where the sound could be coming from when Robin suddenly broke into to clumsy sprint westward.

"The river!"

You had all broken off into three groups, fanning out to find the children, and you were currently losing your grip. You were rambling Eddie's ear off, firing off all the terrible things that could have happened to them, alone in the woods. He acted highly annoyed on the outside, not at you, but at the kids for sneaking out, but inside, his mind was melting. What if they were hurt, or worse? Could he carry one of them back to camp? What if he couldn't do anything?

"Baby, you've got to calm down." he finally said, gripping your shoulders and gazing deeply into your eyes. "We're gonna find them, I promise." You nodded, trusting him as he pulled you into his chest, seeing your glossy eyes shed a tear. Suddenly, you heard a feminine scream that you recognized as belonging to a redheaded little girl.

"Max!" you shouted, breaking away form him and into a sprint toward the sound. "I can hear rushing water, we have to be close!"

Before you realized it, you both were standing on the river bank, all six kids before you, holding onto rocks, roots, and each other for dear life as the rapids tried to pull them away. Mike shouted out to you when he caught sight of you, more worried for his girlfriend, who clung to his waist with terrified tears in here eyes. "Help! Eddie, please!"

You couldn't think, you didn't hesitate, you threw off your hoodie and shoes, before jumping into the river before your boyfriend could stop you. "(Y/N), wait, we need a fucking plan!" he shouted, watching you heroically, force your way through the water, disobeying the current.

You mad your way to Jane first, she being the closest, and with the least security. "El, I need you to let go." you yelled over the roaring stream. She shook her head, nuzzling into Mike's side, uncertain.

"Are you crazy, she'll fucking die!" her boyfriend protested, tightening his grip on her. You shot him a stern look before looking back to El with open arms.

"I'm gonna catch you, I promise." With a big inhale, she took a leap of faith, letting Mike's shirt go, instantly being taken by the rapids, only to have your protective arms wrap around her, your heels dug into the dirt, and lodged between two rocks for stability. You turned back to shore to find Eddie, still trying to work up the courage to jump in after you. "Ed, take her!" you demanded, swimming the teenager to the shore. He did as you asked, wading into the stream at a safe distance, ready to receive the girl into his arms.

Suddenly, you lost your footing, screaming out as your arms left El's torso, letting her flow freely passed you. This was the last straw for Eddie as he dove into the river, just in time for Jonathan and Nancy to make their way through the brush. "(Y/N)!" he shouted, letting the current pull him toward you, securely catching the both of you in his arms.

"Eddie! Grab on!" Jonathan yelled, he and his girlfriend holding a branch for him to grab onto. Eddie didn't hesitate, instantly pushing towards the end of it, grabbing it and allowing himself to be pulled out. Once he was close enough, he gave El a harsh shove, making her fall to her knees on the shore, where Robin was now waiting to let her collapse into her arms. Steve now took Nancy's place at Jonathan's side, with her wading into the water to collect the kids as you rescued them.

"Go, (Y/N), get on land." Eddie ordered, trying to push you away, but you dug your heals into the mud.

"I'm not going anywhere! Our kids are in danger, Eds, now either help me, or get out of my way!" you snapped, making your way back to Mike to pull him out. You boyfriend growled at your stubbornness, holding your hand to form an extension of the branch for you to reach him. The younger Wheeler instant leapt to grab your hand, being pulled to safety by the chain you'd made. Once he was safe, Nancy squeezed him him her arms, wetting her sweater, and threatening him to never do that to her again.

Next was Will, who just just about a foot farther than Mike had been. "Will, grab on!" you shouted. "I've got you!" You could see his eyes dart between you and his worried brother.

"C'mon, buddy," Jonathan reassure him with a sentimental smile. "It's gonna be okay!" With that, he let go of the rock he clung to, being carried away by the current, but catching your hand, just in time. Relief washed over Jonathan's tired features, knowing his brother was safe, and now in his girlfriend's loving arms.

“Max, c’mon, you’re next!” you shouted to the terrified girl, reaching for her, frustrated when she simply clung to Lucas tighter, screwing her eyes shut.

“I can’t!” persisted, looking away from you. “I’m too scared!”

Eddie groaned, holding your hand as tightly as he could, his eyes catching Dustin, the farthest across the river, losing his grasp on the root he was holding onto for dear life. “Red!” he called out. “You’ve gotta trust us!” He shot her a fake smile, seeing that he’d caught her attention. “Look at everything you’ve been though in the last few months, you took down an interdimensional demon! How are you gonna let a little water take you out? You’re better than that, Max!” he hyped, begging for her to jump. “Just let go and I promise, you’re never going to be in danger again!” You could see the gears turning in her eyes as your fingers barely grazed Lucas’s shirt. “Max, Please!”

Finally, the ginger jumped into your arms, her smaller frame glued to you, tangling her libs around you for security. Lucas also let go, grabbing your hand, and his eyes gazing into yours with a deep gratitude. You passed Max to you boyfriend, who passed her along to Robin, and the same with her boyfriend.

Finally, your eyes locked on Dustin. He was much farther away the others, horror written across his face. There was no way you could reach him the way you had the others. “Dustin!” you called out to him. “It’s gonna be okay!” To be honest, you couldn’t promise that. You had no idea how you were going to rescue him, and time was dwindling.

While you were thinking, the teenager shrieked, slipping away from the mossy root, You screamed his name, instinctually slipping out of Eddie’s grasp, much to his horror. Eddie lost his mind as watched you cradle his little brother in your secure arms, right over the cusp of a water fall.

----

“Dustin,” you whispered, gravity pulling tears upwards from your terrified eyes as you fell. “Dustin, listen to me.” The boy nodded, holding you, also crying as he clung to you.

“I’m listening, (Y/N)!”

“I love you, Dusty, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you!” you sniffled, hugging his neck. “You’re the best little brother I could have ever asked for, even if we’re not really related.”

“I love you too, sis!” he cried into your chest. “I'm sorry!”

----

Eddie felt all his most primal instincts taking over as he lead the pack, darting through the woods, not caring for the cuts and bruises he acquired on the way. Now at the bottom of the fall, he spotted you two, barreling for the water below. Before he could possibly react, you hit the surface, your head harshly slamming against a rock in the much calmer stream when you did. You boyfriend waded through the water, rushing to you as Dustin resurfaced, gasping for air. The pair instantly clung to one another, before realizing that you were nowhere to be found. (Y/N)?!” Eddie sobbed into the night air. “Where are you, baby?!”

Nancy felt her heartache, watching the boys struggle to find you as she, and the rest of the party made their way into the river to search for you. “I found something!” Robin called, spotting what looked to be your hair floating not far from where the boys stood. “Help me.” she commanded, gently pulling you from the ripples.

Eddie froze, tears already streaming form his eyes. You were lifeless, and void of color, save for the sanguine contaminating the water. Slowly, he pushed his way though the crowd, falling to his knees in the water, cradling your body in disbelief. He cried over you, weeping, gently shaking you, as if it would help.

“We should get her back on land.” Steve piped up, grabbing your arms to drag you into the sand. Jonathan took it upon himself to take you by the ankles, lifting you out of the water. A few followed them, but most stayed with your boyfriend, who’d fallen catatonic, sitting on his knees, eyes a leaky faucet, dripping dears that collected into the stream. With little resistance he allowed his friends to lift him up, walking him to the shore, to you.

Again, Eddie fell to his knees, defeated, and wept over you, brushing wet hair out of your face, smiling sadly as he shakily sang to you. “ She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain...” He laid his head on your chest, pulling you into his lap, sobbing quietly.

His eyes suddenly shot open, his neck snapping to look at your face, having felt your chest rise and fall with the cycle of a breathe. “ Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide.” You coughed, lake water sputtering out and leaking over your lips as you looked up at your lover with a gentle smile. “And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by...”

“(Y/N)!” Eddie cried, hugging you tightly, perhaps a little too much so. “Fuck, I thought you were gone!”

“I could never leave you, Eddie.” you nuzzled him, “I love you too much.”

“I love you too, baby girl.” He answered, still sobbing quietly, finding it hard to stop. You reached up and carressed his cheek.

“And I couldn’t leave out six little nuggets behind.” you giggled, couching up again. You glanced over to the kids, soggy and dripping wet. You reached out a hand, signaling that you would like a hug. Instead of that, they all tackled you, paying no mind to your injuries, simply overjoyed that you were okay. Max got to you last, inserting herself onto the dogpile that was your little group hug. Her eyes flickered up to Eddie, who was watching fondly. Flustered, she leapt up to throw her arms around the man’s neck, snuggling into him with tears in her eyes.

“Thank you, Eddie...”

225 notes · View notes

lokisivy · 11 months

Note

request for peter quill x fem!reader (personality wise shes a female him.)

Maybe they meet after vol 3 and shes working at a hole in the wall recording studio\record store in Missouri and he comes in one day, complletly confused on what hes looking for till he finds some cassette tapes and goes on and on explaining diferrent music to her (bonus points if she already knows most of it.)

Records- Peter Quill

Minor GOTG3 SPOILERS.

It was a typical day for you working in the record store, not many people come in here unless it's fans of artists buying the new album. or old people buying vinyl because they don't know how to use a platform to stream it.

You would put in orders for the new releases and classics depending on the demand. you knew every person who walks in here would often come to buy an album for someone or themselves.

until a dark blond man with soft long curls hanging down his forehead walked through the doors of the store. He was tall and buff. I mean, very he looked big and jacked with muscles.

you never bothered customers when they come in unless they look like they are searching for something or need help.

you left that beautiful man to roam the place, but he seemed like he couldn't find what he wanted so you went and approached him.

"Hey, can I help you with something?c you asked the man.

He looks up to you, smiling. "Yeah, I'm looking for Redbone cassette tapes." He answered.

Damn he got blue eyes that melted your heart.

"Unfortunately, we only have LP Vinyls. Most cassette tapes stopped producing a long time ago."

"Why is that."

"Well, I don't really know. Most people collect cds or vinyls, and cassette tapes aren't really worth much if the artist isn't famous." You replied.

Cassettes is still a thing, but no one really buys them unless they have an old car or just to collect them.

"But readbone is famous."

"They are I know but they don't produce them anymore you can try cds."

"But they are big to carry around."

Confusion hits you. Why would he carry around tapes?

"You can find people selling them on eBay, but they are preownd, I can order them for you, but they will be pricey. Besides, you can listen to them on Spotify."

"What's Spotify?"

Huh?

How does he not know Spotify?

It's been here for a really long time.

"You don't know what is Spotify?"

He shakes his head in confusion.

"Do you have a phone?"

"Yeah, at home, but it's attached to a landline."

"No a smart phone. Like mine." You pull your phone from your pocket showing it to him.

"What's that?"

"It's a phone you can call and take photos, watch videos and stuff." You said

Is he a time traveller?

"Wow thats cool."

"Well you can download this app and you will find all kinds of music; 70s, indie, hip hop, Arabic, Latino and all artists."

"You're saying I don't need tapes I could just play what I want?" You nodded you gave him your phone to check it out. He rolled through your liked songs.

you don't have a specific taste you listened to a bit of everything.

"I should get myself one of these." he laughs he paused looking at the phone. "The chain?"

"Yeah, it's a classic one of my favourite songs from Fleetwood Mac." you chuckled tucking your hair behind your ears. you never really get flustered talking to anyone but he was something else.

his gaze was intensely on you holding fierce eye contact with you

"Alright I got everything I needed thank you y/n." he reads your name tag snapping you out of this enchanted moment

"you're welcome..."

"Peter," he replies

"Well, I hope I get to see you again Peter."

"Me too."

#peter quill #peter parker #peter quill smut #guardians of the galaxy #gotg vol 3 #gamora #star lord #drax the destroyer

28 notes · View notes

m7nson · 2 years

Text

Pop ❥ Eddie Munson

˙❥˙ working meant getting money, you didn't know D&D nerds came with it too

A/n : I wrote female reader with glasses I'm sorry! Btw most of my works are gn! So if you want to go check them out :D and all of my works are poc friendly!!

🂱 masterlist - part 1

At first, working here at comic pop seemed like a good idea. Twenty-five precent worker discount, and of course the pay check, even tho you spend it as soon as you got it with new comics.

But it's always empty, you get about ten costumers if you're lucky. You do have your usual three nerds from time to time; Henderson, Sinclair, and Wheeler. You only knew them because you see them in the halls. And when they introduced themselves to get your discount.

Today was like any regular old day, got about four new costumer and only two of them actually bought something. Something positive about this job tho is that you can play any music you want as long as it's not too loud and you bring your own record or cassette tape.

As of today you brought your new tears for fears tape. So now here you are at the counter reading a comic that you had bought earlier today. Maybe you should have listened to Robin and work at Family Video with her and Steve. But it's a lot closer to home while family videos is a five minute drive. Which doesn't seem bad.. except for the fact that you don't have a car.

You heard the bell from the door and the autumn breeze, deciding on not looking up knowing it's probably one of your regulars. And it was, well one of them was. You noticed a recognizable blue and white hat, but you didn't recognize the long brown curly hair next to him.

Looking up to see who it is, and it was the infamous Dustin Henderson. But the other two nerds weren't with him. And you recognize that battle jacket vest from anywhere.

Eddie Munson,

he sits behind you in Ms. O'Donnell's. It's only your favorite class because you love writing, but also because it's your last period of the day.

You've never seen him in here before, you didn't even know he read comics. But actually looking at him, he looks like he's here against his own will. They were in the D&D corner where they have dices, comics, and player handbook. You rarely ever see anyone look in that corner except for those three.

"See, I told you they had die's here!" Dustin said looking to see if they had blue and white ones. "Yeah, yeah.." he said folding his arm and looking around.

And then he saw you in the corner with your eyes out of your comic when you realized he cought you; you slower picked up the comic to cover your eyes. She was the real reason why he came to this shop, she's the reason he agreed to drive Dustin here. He never truly understand why he's infatuated by her, he just is.

Like if she's a bright glistening diamond in his cave. Or he's just an idiot and just likes her a lot but didn't realize it. "Bingo." Dustin mumbled under his breath finding the dice in the very back of the stand. He turned to look at Eddie and groaned "dude, just go talk to her! She may look... Actually she doesn't look intimidating at all.." you look like a nerd in general. Comic in your hands and your glasses didn't help.

He bit down his lip trying not to smile at his comment. He cleared his throat shrugging of the nervous feeling he has in his stomach. "Are you ready or what?" He said to the curly haired boy who was glancing inside of a D&D comic. "Yeah, yeah.. I'm coming." He said grabbing the cylinder plastic, with his dice inside and the two comic's in the other hand.

"Your not buying anything?" He asked the brunet. He shook his head, "I have better things to spend my money on." He said putting his arm around his shoulder, so he can put his head in a headlock anytime. You know just Incase if he embarrasses him, just to be cautious!

"Hi Y/nn!" Dustin said sweetly. You sighed already knowing he's gonna ask for your discount "Hi Henderson." You said bluntly, that made Eddie heart skip a beat, he's never heard you so blunt only soft spoken. And he's happy he got to see this side of you. You started scanning his things. He groaned "please let me use your discount!" You gave him a look.

"If I let you use it, your gonna tell the other two nerds. And then with your big mouth my boss will know about it!" You told him as you grabbed a brown paper bag. "I won't tell anyone I promise." He put one of his hands up "scouts honor."

You hummed "let me think about it.. mmmm, no." You told him "it'll be sixteen dollars, I got rid of fifty cents just for you." You said giving a sarcastic smile. As he gave you a confused look "sixteen dollars for two comic books and die's!?"

You nodded "Your die's are ten dollars," he sighed and smiled at Eddie who's arm is still around him. "Hey Eddiee.. can I borrow six dollars!" You chuckled and looked at him.

His face was pink as it was but you looking at him made him turn red. He took his arm off of the boy and looked through his pockets and took out his wallet.

"Oh no it's fine-" you said not wanting the metalhead to go through the trouble. "No, no.. here" he gave you a ten dollar bill. But Dustin mouth went wide "he doesn't have to pay but I do!?" That made you flustered. "I just didn't want him to pay for you that all!" You said in defense.

"Here it's ok, I don't want you to get in trouble with your boss.." he mumbled handing you the ten dollar bill, as you take it. You gave Dustin the bag and got Eddie his change. 'say something, say something, say something-'

"Four dollars is your change." You said giving him the money and the receipt. He took the money and have Dustin the receipt. "I'll see you in O'Donnell's class on Monday?" He asked looking up at you.

You nodded, "I think I should be asking you that." He smiled looking down folding his hands "I'll be there."

While Dustin was just watching the scene in disgust "You guys are weird.." He said walking out of the store, little did Eddie know is that he has his keys.

"Did you start the essay?" You nodded as he leaned on the counter. "Yea I have half of it done already!" His eyes widen a bit "wow you must be really smart then?" You laughed "no I just like to get things done.. did you start it?" He sighed "the first sentence yeah."

You laughed "I can help you if you want-" you got interrupted by a loud honk. "Oh god." Eddie said seeing Dustin in the driver's seat. "You better go before he tries to drive-"

He nodded "I'll see you soon!" He said hurrying out to his car. You watch him pick Dustin up from the seat and saw that Eddie was yelling at Dustin while he was laughing.

"Oh god, what did I get myself into.."

#°｡☆ -> [ EDDIE MUNSON 🎸 ]#Spotify #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #°｡☆ -> [ LITERARI 🎸 ]

128 notes · View notes

daigina-3 · 2 years

Text

(Bringing this over from the discord chat because I don’t have time to write my fic and Trans Gareth is so special to me and I can’t stop thinking of him and eddie and how much they LOVE EACH OTHER… he is Eddie’s Robin)

Eddie’s giving him a lift to band practice, like usual. He gets his permit next month and then he can start shopping around for junky ten year old cars to buy with the money he saved up busting tables the summer after freshman year. But he’ll miss rides with Eddie- it’s kinda their thing.

Eddie’s got the windows rolled down because the AC crapped out again, WASP playing low and gritty on the radio as Eddie taps his fingers on the steering wheel, mimicking the lead guitar riffs.

In the passengers’ seat, he follows suit, his hands gently drumming the beat on his thighs. Under his jeans, any sign of leg hair on his outer thighs has disappeared, two big bald patches from years of whacking on them just like he is now; with drum sticks, hands, forks and spoons- anything he can get his hands on, he uses to drum on any surface available. He hates how smooth it is there, runs his fingers over it when he’s alone in his room and winces. But sometimes it’s nice how the moth patches make the leg hair stand out around it; makes the blond wisps more noticeable and that’s cool.

He’s been banging out beats since he was little and his mom was still trying to get the sticks out of his hands and replace them with hair brushes and pompoms. She’d call out his name til her throat was sore and rip the headphones off his head so he could actually hear her. He winced every time, but not from the ripping off the headphones.

He hated the sound of his name. He told his mom in sixth grade he wanted to go by his middle name because he liked it better- and that wasn’t a lie, it was better, and it was what his mom and even the guys called him to this day. But better wasn’t good. It wasn’t him.

Eddie rolls to a stop at a light. The WASP cassette reaches its end and he digs around on the ground where several other cassettes lay piled for something to replace it.

He tracks Eddie as he fishes out a Black Sabbath cassette, pops the case open and replaces the one in the car stereo one-handed. His tongue pokes out in concentration, eyes still on the road.

He brings it up casually, as though it’s something everyone talks about with their dude friends.

“So I was reading this book of, uh, baby names-“

Eddie’s eyes shift to him because, yeah that’s a lie. What kind of 15 year old just reads a book of baby names? But Eddie doesn’t call him on it.

“You ever thought about how every Kevin in the world is an asshole?” He starts with a joke, but this isn’t really why he brought it up. “Like not all assholes are Kevins, but all Kevins are assholes. Naming your baby Kevin’s like, guaranteeing he’s a dick.”

Eddie snorts and throws him a yeahh, long and drawn out.

He keeps going.

He casually asks Eddie what he thinks of the name Stanley. It’s his dad’s middle name, but Eddie doesn’t know that and he doesn’t add that bit in.

“Sounds like an old dude, lame.”

He thought so too, but wondered if Stanley would have made it easier on his dad. Not that he should have to make anything easy for- well, he knows it’s not the right name anyway.

He throws out others he’s tossed around in his head- Jonas, Isaac, Evan- Eddie shoots them all down, giving them raspberries and thumbs downs.

Then he hits on the name Gareth. Gareth is secretly his favorite name; the name he scribbles at the top of his notebooks sometimes and always the only one he doesn’t cross out when he makes lists. Dan Emerson, Scott Emerson, Gareth Emerson is always left untouched.

Eddie pauses. Tilts his head and sticks out his bottom lip in thought. The turn signal tick-ticks in the silence between them, Ozzy Osbourne left on pause. “Gareth’s a solid name for a guy. Gareth Holder’s a wild bassist. Rolls off the tongue nice.”

His chest inflates because exactly. This is why he and Eddie were as tight as they are, thats exactly what he has been thinking! Gareth Holder from Hells Belles os sick as hell and it just sounds so right.

And true to their mind meld connection thats over two years strong by now, Eddie looks at him and he knows that Eddie knows somethings up. Its more than opinions on baby names. He gives it a real, true weight when he pulls into Jeff’s drive way, pausing with his hand on the keys in the ignition, and says, “Gareth’s a real metal name, dude.”

The warmth in his chest could light a fire. He only smiles a little, still hesitant to show how excited he is, what that really means for him. Eddie doesn’t know, he hasn’t said anything yet. Not about his name or any of the rest of it.

So he doesn’t know but he thinks sometimes Eddie knows anyway; he notices every time Eddie doesn’t correct Reefer Rick when he calls him “brother” or the manager at the Hideout who calls him “son.”

He thinks Eddie knows in the way they are right now, comfortable when Eddie elbows his shoulder with a grin and hops out of the van.

Eddie, his best friend. His ride or die. He follows him to the back to grab the spare amp and guitars and knows, as they joke and scoff and smile, that it’s always gonna be them.

Eddie and Gareth.

#im sleepy!! i should be packing!!! I am doing neither rn…..#oops #stranger things #gareth stranger things #eddie munson #trans Gareth #stranger things fic #writing #st fic #mine #sthings #fruity four discord #special thanks to bia and ria T4T Hellcheer and all their lil friendships are so fun I love them

74 notes · View notes

luveurmilk · 2 years

Text

Tsunami.

The tsunami was now receding, leaving irreparable destruction and debris all within a matter of minutes.

or; Will Byers confesses to Mike Wheeler his last night in Hawkins.

Words: 3.5K

WARNING! A section of this short-fic contains two homophobic slurs. The section is marked with a series of asterisks like this (********) in the beginning and the end of the short section. Please skip if necessary, a description will be placed in the author notes at the end of what happens.

Thank you for reading, and please be kind. It is my first fic! :)

Will feels that he should be embarrassed or guilty, but he wasn’t. Infact, his heart was soaring as he buried his face into Mike’s pillow. His best friend was kind enough to lend him his bed to nurse a headache that had suddenly come about and the rest of the gang followed; only talking in quiet voices out of respect. On the other hand, his heart ached. A deep ache because this was their last night together. In the morning, Will was leaving Hawkins to get away from all the horrors the town brought to him. His mom, Jonathan, El, and himself were heading out west where the weather is warm and there isn’t a threat of a demogorgan, a mind flayer, or the Upside Down. Or so they hoped.

Will was brought out of his thoughts by a disgruntled Lucas as he slapped the radio, fiddled with the antenna, and then grumbled lowly about how crappy the signal in Mike’s room was as the static sounded louder than the actual music playing. Just as quick as the static appeared, it was gone again, and the mood returned to its general happiness. “Apology accepted.” Mike huffed as his eyes shifted back to the magazine he was currently invested in. The cover was some rock band that Will had never heard of, but the faces matched the poster hanging up in his best friend's room and the cover of several cassette tapes scattered across his nightstand.

“I think we’ve bugged Will enough. We should let him get some rest.” Max said as she and El stood to their feet together, said goodnight, and left the room. Dustin and Lucas agreed and followed suit not too long after. Will then sat up and gave a stretch as he figured him and Mike should head to the basement anyways where they all had sleeping bags set up just like old times. “We can stay here a little longer.. You know, until your headache goes away.” Mike said quietly and it made the shorter boy’s pulse jump because it had been ages since it was just the two of them. How could he ever pass up an offer like that considering this will be the last time he sees him for months, possibly longer. “O-Okay, yeah. That’s fine.” He pulled his legs up and got situated once again and they fell into a comfortable silence that was occasionally interrupted by the turning of a page from Mike’s magazine.

Will’s brown eyes took in the multiple drawings of his scattered along the walls of his friend’s room and he was able to pinpoint each time he had drawn them and given them to Mike with such excitement. He loved the way his eyes lit up and the compliments strung on for days after it was put on its permanent spot on the wall in this room or in the basement. It only made him think of the drawings that Mike will never get to see; drawings that were locked away in a moving van sitting outside of the Wheeler house at this very moment. A pang of sadness rushes through him and fills every crevice in his body as he recalls said art pieces that were filled with silent love confessions to his best friend. Will had very heavily considered giving him one the morning he left and that would be it. Mike would know how he felt and he wouldn't be around to listen to the disgusting things he would say about him to other people nor would he be able to watch their years of friendship crumble to the ground within a few seconds. He could hand the painting over through his open car window just before his mother put her foot to the gas. He had it all planned out, and yet there was this stirring feeling in his gut that it would fail miserably because Mike was never good with context clues or reading between the lines.

So, Will settled for this. He settled with the faint smell of Mike’s cologne filling his nose making his heart jittery and the subtle brushing of their knees from where they sat sending waves of goosebumps throughout his frame. It wasn’t like he wasn't used to this, anyways.

Suddenly, Mike gave a grunt and slammed the magazine shut, crumpling its pages as he carelessly tossed it aside on his bed. “This– All of this fucking sucks,” was all he said as his chin landed in the palm of his own hand and eyes focused on the desk before them. Will could only give a nod in agreement because, well, it did suck . Everything leading up to this moment sucked, and Will wishes he could turn back time and somehow change it all. A warm hand landed on his knee that burned and he swore his heart skipped a beat when it gave a subtle squeeze. He could feel his brain short circuiting and a flush forming on his cheeks. Damn these teenage hormones. “Promise me that we won’t lose contact.. Promise me that you’ll always write to me or call me?” Mike was looking at him now with such soft eyes and a furrowed brow, raw emotions that Will swore was only saved for him. He gathered himself and nodded quickly before placing his hand down onto Mike’s and squeezing. It was a selfish act, really, but it was enough to ease whatever panic that was brewing inside of Mike’s mind. “Of course I’ll write to you. You’re my best friend, and I'm not going to give that up anytime soon.” The grin that spread across the raven haired boys' features eased them both and Will was now hyper aware that their hands were still touching.

The brunette gave another soft squeeze and pulled his hand away and noted how Mike let his touch linger a minute longer before he was also pulling away. “Just think of all the fun things you’re going to be able to do in California. From what Max has said it sounds so much better than Hawkins.” Will sighed and shook his head, giving a frayed smile. “Yeah, I guess, but it’s not going to be fun without the rest of the party there. I mean, sure, El and I will have each other, but it’ll be entirely different.” Mike turned his focus to Will again and the latter noted how his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth. A little habit Mike did when he was thinking too hard about something. “Hawkins won’t be the same without you, and.. And I’m going to miss you very much.”

Will was sure hell froze over because Mike never expressed his feelings out in the open like this. He’s always closed off and he chooses to bottle it up until something tips him off and it all comes barreling out at someone or something. “ Hotheaded, ” Nancy had once said. He was too afraid to meet his gaze because he knew the moment he did words of adoration and years long of pining would come rushing out like a tsunami towards a shoreline. Fast, messy, and destroying everything in its path that took years to build. Every nerve was screaming at him, “ Tell him! Tell him now how you feel!”

“Mike.. Mike, I need to tell you something. I need to tell you and I understand if you hate everything about me after it, but I can’t hold it in any longer.” His voice shook and his bottom lip wobbled as hot tears threatened to fall from fear and wishful thinking. God, his head ached, but he pushed it off as his blood pressure rising from the panic and stress of confessing bubbling up inside of him. Mike opened his mouth to say something, probably to protest how nothing could make him hate Will, but he shushed him. “Wait until I'm finished, please. If I don't say anything now, I may never be able to.”

With a deep, bated breath Will released what he and his heart had been concealing all these years. Thoughts and feelings that had been under such lock and key not even God himself could pry open. “I’m gay, Mike. I’m gay and I like you.. No, I love you. I love you more than a best friend. I love you the way Jonathan loves Nancy or the way mom loves Hopper. You make me feel happy and you make me feel like I’m not a mistake. When I'm with you I have a sense of belonging and you’re the only thing that kept me alive when I was alone and scared in the Upside Down. I knew that.. I knew that if I could just get back to you I would be okay. And there were these moments where.. where I could hear you talking and they were the moments I just wanted to give up but you.. You kept me going.” There it was, the tsunami, barreling, flooding, and tearing down the walls his heart has built for years. With it came hot, fat tears that burned his eyes and stung his skin as they fell. This was his most vulnerable state, he thinks. He was now raw and out in the open and he just couldn't stop the multitude of confessions pouring from his mouth. His chest screamed for air but he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He needed to tell Mike everything all at once and as fast as he could.

Will’s chest finally heaved as he sucked in a wet breath, tears stained his face and he felt like years of oppressed relief was finally here. “You are my safe space and you understand me the most and I am so in love with you everything within me aches.”

The silence after was terrifying. It was long and Will felt his heart racing, but he couldn't look at Mike. His hands wrung themselves as anxiety now creeped in. The high that coaxed him through his confession was now fizzling out and his brain was catching up to his heart as he realized what he had just done. The tsunami was now receding, leaving irreparable destruction and debris all within a matter of minutes.

********

Will braced himself and turned his head to look at Mike and he was met with a face of pure disgust, and eyes that were a comfort to him were filled with an indescribable amount of hate. “Disgusting. You’re disgusting, Will.” Mike spat as he stood up from his bed to face him and he seemed to be seething. For once in his life, Will was terrified of Mike Wheeler. “You’re not fucking normal, Will. You’re a fucking fairy. I tried to ignore what everyone said about you but it’s true. You’re a fag !” Will could feel his body trembling and every nerve he had seemed to scream at him to run, to save him from whatever words that were going to come next, but he was frozen. It even felt like the room was now colder from the mood shift.

“Mike.. Mike, you don't mean that. You don’t!” He cried as he tried to convince himself that this wasn’t happening. That this was some sick dream his mind was coming up with because he swore he could hear someone screaming at him that wasn’t Mike. “I do! I mean every word. You, Will Byers, are fucking fairy and I want nothing to do with you!” Mike was closing in on him now, stalking towards him like a predator does its prey right before going in for the kill, and all Will could do was back up on the bed.

********

“Mike, please – You’re my–” He stopped. As his ‘best friend’ drew closer, his face seemed morphed and his eyes were off. “You’re not Mike.” And just like that the scene around him was changing into a place so familiar and a place that still brought nightmares to him to this day. He was still in the Wheeler house, but it wasn’t the Wheeler house. The walls were covered in thick vines and the whole place was cold, dark, and horrifying. He was in the Upside Down again. And what Will thought was Mike morphed and changed into a man that seemed to be completely made up of vines that were scattered across the Upside Down.

“Watching you suffer is such a pity when I can make it all go away.” The man said and Will finally found the courage to bolt. He sprang from the bed and headed to the basement; screaming for Mike, his mom, Jonathan, anyone. The basement was empty, looking as it did all those years ago when he scoured the Upside Down in an attempt to get home, and covered in sickening vines. Will felt like a small child all over again. He let out a frustrated scream and slammed his hand against the wall, against the vines, that recoiled and let out a quiet shriek. In a quick second, he felt his body seize up and he was being pushed back against a pole as the scenery around him changed for the third time. The basement melted into a place unknown that looked like broken construction and clocks. Clocks were everywhere. Some broken and some in perfect condition. The sky was red and was brewing an ugly, unforgiving storm that was slowly covering the rest of the Upside Down with flashes of angry lighting and loud rumbles of thunder that shook his insides.

Will struggled against the thick vinery winding around his body and pinning him to the pole behind him. “Let me go!” He wheezed and flailed, fighting a losing battle as the greenery squeezed him tighter. The unknown man was walking towards him until they were face to face and the younger boy was able to see just how ugly this thing was. “You would be better off here, with me.” The man says when he was close enough. “It’s time for you to join me, Will.” The man, the creature, said. Will called out for Mike again in a heavy sob as the vines curl around his neck like a vice and restrict his airflow. “He can’t help you, Will. Do you really think he’ll ever feel the same way about you? You’re eaten up with jealousy, aren't you? You hate Eleven. You hate that she has the potential to steal Mike away from you. You hate that you’re not like your friends and that keeps you awake at night. It eats at you and sometimes you wish you died here those years ago. Don’t you, Will? ”

He lets out another sob, heavy with hurt and pain as he realizes that this was it. He was going to die here and some selfish part of him didn’t care because maybe if he caved and gave in; the threat of the Upside Down would go away forever and his friends and family could move on and live in peace. It was like the thing before him could read his thoughts and the faintest, satisfied huff sounded from his nasal holes. He lifted his hand above Will’s head and closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. Whatever he was doing caused pain to erupt through his frame and he whimpered out, but gave up on struggling long ago. He just didn't have the energy to fight anymore.

“Will!” Someone called out. “Will, please!” The voice cried with such emotion and intensity it gave Will the strength to open his eyes. A gate was open and he was watching himself float in Mike’s bedroom with the entire household surrounding him, but what stood out to him was a sobbing and distraught Mike that was gripping his leg. “Will, come back to us, please. I can’t.. I can't be without you again, please.” His words were mixed with sharp, ragged breaths and hiccups as his body tried to regulate everything that was happening and every emotion he was feeling. He’s lying. The man’s voice rang out through his head. He’s just telling you what you want to hear. “Please don’t leave me alone again. Will, I love you. I’ve always loved you and I need you here with me! Please come back to me, to us!”

This was enough to have Will struggling just enough that his hand broke free from the vines and he ripped one, nails digging into the slimy hive mind creature that caused just enough shock to have them loosen immediately. He fell to the ground with weak limbs and dashed as fast as she could towards the gate that seemed to be closing. He closed his eyes and jumped and prayed that he made it before it sealed. The next thing he felt was warmth and several frazzled voices swarming him, and hands all over him. Then the pain hit, his body felt like he had done hours of exercise and every muscle was screaming at him with every move he made. His vision was blurry but he was able to make out the face above his, he would know that face and touch even on his deathbed. “Mike.” He rasped and a hand was in his hair and then cupping his cheek as an ugly sobs left him. “I'm here. I'm right here. I have you.” The raven haired boy assured him and Will let himself relax as he weakly clung to his best friend's sweatshirt. “I love you so much.” Was all the brunette got out before everything faded to black as his body finally succumbed to all the stress it was just put through.

The next time Will woke up it was morning. He could tell because sunlight was pouring into the room he was in, illuminating the walls and floor. He blinked his eyes a few times and looked around. Everyone was packed into Mike’s bedroom, and speaking of Mike; the boy was wrapped around him in a grip so tight he didn't know how he was still breathing. “Will, honey?” His mom said loudly, unable to conceal the happiness in her voice and slowly everyone else woke up as well to only surround him in a hug. “We thought we lost you!” El exclaimed and hugged him tighter. “I checked. You were sleeping.” She smiled softly as she pulled away, and Will was confused because there was still a grip around him. His head turned and it was Mike, who looked visibly tired even as he was sleeping. His face was puffy and cheeks were stained with tear tracks. “He did not sleep. Kept watch.” El said before moving aside and letting everyone else have a turn in hugging him. He then explained what happened to him and where he went, but left out some details to save face and to not hurt El’s feelings. “So, this thing is from the Upside Down, can read minds, and possess people from the Upside Down?” Dustin asked as his face blanched when Will nodded. “He said he wanted to put me out of my suffering and made sure to hit every insecurity I had.” He added on and swallowed thickly. “He can make you see things that aren’t there. He had a hold of me before I even knew.”

Will thought he saw a flash of realization fill El’s visage for a brief second but she gave a subtle shake of her head to cancel out her own thought. “Mrs. Wheeler passed out when she saw you.” Lucas said quietly, “Your mom explained to her and Mr. Wheeler everything that had happened with us, you, and the Upside Down. I don’t think they’re believing it yet, but your mom is trying.” Will could understand that. If someone came to me and told me about other worldly monsters and an alternate dimension; I’d have a hard time believing it too.” They all shared a chuckle and Max punched his arm, lovingly, but still a punch. “Don’t do that again, Byers.” She warned before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He willingly hugged her back and gave a reassuring squeeze that maybe, just maybe, whatever evil this was would be that last. “I’m going to check on the others. Do you guys want to come?” She said and gave Will a knowing grin before ushering everyone out of the room.

Now, it was just him and Mike, again. His aching body laid down beside his best friend and took in his sleeping features before raising a shaky hand and running it through the mess of raven curls atop of his head. I love you. I’ve always loved you! Kept running laps in his mind. Was Mike just saying that? Was the tendriled man right? It seemed like the creature knew every button to press and every heavy burden to stirr up to make him weak and fragile, but it had been Mike again who pulled him from the depths of the Upside Down.

An arm was tightening around his waist and he was pulled into the warm embrace of Mike; his heart. WIll curled right in and the tight squeeze was a signal that they would talk about this later, but for now..

For now, Will’s heart was soaring as he buried his face into Mike’s chest with the thought of leaving Hawkins far behind.

A/N: In the marked section, Will had been taken over by Vecna without realizing it. After Will confessed, the fake Mike said not nice things to him, making his worst fear come to life that Mike hates him. It's based off the scene in Vol. 2 where Max and Lucas are in the Creel house and Max had been possessed without knowing.

#byler fanfic #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler x will byers #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #jane hopper #angst with small comfort #will byers protection squad #this is my first fic and post #i dont know how tags work #joyce byers #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #stranger things s4 #eleven #im very new to tumblr

37 notes · View notes

marmolita · 11 months

Text

today I bought a fully functional CD and cassette player at goodwill and I'm so fucking pumped about it like it's 1993 or something 🥲

anyway here's my story about the one singular cassette tape I own! When I was a kid I was a big fan of a local children's singer named Dan Crow. He had these great catchy songs about grammar, and if you know me it should not surprise you at all that I grew up listening to songs about grammar, so as an adult I looked him up and bought some mp3's from his website of some of my favorites.

However, I couldn't find one of my favorite songs, so I emailed him at the address on his website as a long shot, and guess what! He replied! It turns out that particular song was only recorded on the album that I had as a child, and that album was never fully digitized, so I couldn't buy an mp3.

BUT

He had a pile of old tapes still sitting around and mailed me one! This was in 2013, so ten years ago now. The album, Thunderwear, is from 1987. Anyway, he mailed me this tape and at the time we still had a 2001 Honda Civic which had a tape deck, so I was able to finally listen to the song I hadn't heard in ages!

But sadly the Civic eventually got to the point of costing more to repair than it was worth, so a few years back we replaced it with a newer car, and the tape deck was no more. My Thunderwear tape has been sitting in a drawer ever since, waiting for me to get my act together and idk pay someone to rip it to mp3 for me or something.

Until now! I got this CD/tape/radio boombox at goodwill for $10 because I wanted my kid to be able to play her music from her cheap mp3 player I got her on a speaker, and this thing had an aux input. And the tape deck works!! Now my kids can listen to this great kids album full of some of my fave childhood songs in addition to their own set of favorite songs. ♥️♥️♥️

#lita talks about herself #sidebar but since i have two kids I had to buy two speakers at goodwill that had aux inputs #and the other one is an old ipod dock #AND MY OLD IPOD THAT'S BEEN IN A DRAWER FOR YEARS FITS IN IT AND WORKS

3 notes · View notes

motownfiction · 1 year

Text

first light

On the day Steph gets her driver’s license, she decides to take Sam out for a spin. She has a multi-layered motive. He doesn’t need to know it, but she can’t help but know it. On the one hand, she wants to take Sam for a drive because he’s her boyfriend who’s been driving her to and from everywhere since he got his license in March. On the other hand, Steph wants to take Sam for a drive because he’s her boyfriend, and until two nights ago, she was sneaking around with Daniel whenever she could. Steph’s trying to make up for lost time, except that’s the problem. She and Sam never really lost time at all.

In the car, everything feels normal. Exactly as it should. Sam’s sitting in the passenger seat, bobbing his head in time with the music. Before they left, Steph’s mom gave her a full-throated warning about paying too much attention to the radio and not enough attention to the road, so maybe Steph should just forgo the radio for a little while. Susie should have known that Steph could never do that, especially not when Sam Doyle is in the car. If he doesn’t hear a little bit of music every hour, he might explode. At least, that’s what Steph thinks. It helps to imagine Sam a little cartoonish. Ironically, it makes him feel more human that way. More real.

Sam fiddles around with the glove compartment, trying to find something (anything). Steph’s heart skips a beat as she listens to him rifle through everything. She’s pretty sure she cleared out all evidence of Daniel, but after she broke it off with him, she wasn’t really thinking straight. Granted, she wasn’t really thinking straight the whole time she was having a fling with one of Sam’s best friends, but at least she wasn’t quite in a stupor. She thinks about everything she packed in Daniel’s relationship box – the one she stealthily dropped off at his house yesterday evening, twenty-four hours after their breakup (if you can call it that, which Steph is pretty sure you can’t). She’s pretty sure she got everything.

And then Sam finds a cassette of The Lovin’ Spoonful.

“Look at this!” he says. “I didn’t know you liked The Lovin’ Spoonful.”

Steph wrinkles her nose before she catches a glimpse of the tape out of the corner of her eye. Yeah, she knows that tape. Her favorite song on it is “Coconut Grove.” She used to ask Daniel to play it when they drove around. It’s not his tape. She distinctly remembers packing it up and giving it back to him last night, in the ex-relationship box, where it belongs. This is not Daniel’s tape.

But it is Steph’s. She went out and bought one all her own, just because Daniel liked the songs, just because he told her that he thought of her whenever he listened to them.

And in a way, isn’t that worse?

“Oh,” Steph finally says. “Yeah. I don’t know. I kind of got into old music this summer.”

“Finally,” Sam says. “I’ve been trying to get you into old music since it was new. What finally changed your mind?”

Steph sighs. She’s not sure what to say.

Hooking up with your friend gave me perspective. I should take more of an interest in your interests!

It’s true, but it’s not something she can say.

“I’m growing up, I guess.”

That’s not a lie, either.

Sam sits back in the passenger seat and smiles. It’s the kind of smile you get only when you’re in love with somebody. Steph should know. She never gave the look to Daniel, but she’s given it to Sam since before she knew what would become of them. It’s why she and Daniel could never work. She loves him, but she could never give him that smile.

“I can’t believe it,” Sam says. “You know, you were incredible before you started listening to stuff like this, but I can’t help but think we’re gonna have a little extra fun now.”

“Yeah,” Steph says. “No kidding.”

“Yeah. How about you grab your new favorite cassette and put that in for me? I wanna hear what you’ve been listening to when I’m not around.”

Steph’s heart seizes up. When Sam’s not around. When Sam’s not around, Steph listens to the sound of Daniel DeLuca’s breathing … Daniel DeLuca’s steps … Daniel DeLuca’s voice and laughter. She hears the music Daniel plays, and she almost loves him like she loves Sam. Just not quite.

Right?

Steph can’t say any of that in front of Sam (or anybody, for that matter). Instead, she just grips the steering wheel too tightly and nods (despite her clenched jaw).

“Right,” she says. “Maybe I’ll get it for you when we come to the first light.”

Sam nods, and Steph nods back. She doesn’t know what else to do. Maybe it’ll be like this for a little while. Maybe she’ll deserve it. The awkwardness. The uncertainty. But she’s going to make it work with Sam. She has to.

He’s the only person she really wants to smile at.

#drabble #ch: steph armstrong #ch: sam doyle #ship: forever afternoon #year: 1983

2 notes · View notes

patchworkgargoyle · 1 year

Text

Three Fics Tag Game!

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!"

Thanks for tagging me @atlantablack!!

1. Fussin' Over Scars on my Soul

Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | 34,151 | E | No Archive Warnings Apply

Jaskier is recovering from a few bad life choices. Geralt rescues mistreated farm animals and runs a ranch while parenting his daughter, Ciri. Yennefer decides to meddle a little.

***

He cuts quite the figure, leaning over ever so casually in the little kitchen. The hair at his temples is pulled back from his face, revealing more of that sharp, stubble-covered jaw. Of course Yennefer would know a handsome hermit. Honestly. He looks like he could wear armour and be right at home romping across a medieval countryside. Geralt isn't Jaskier usual type, but he's the definition of easy on the eyes.

He might not be as well-muscled as his host, be he can do a few things! He has, in fact, successfully built IKEA furniture, by himself, and it never collapsed. "I will earn my stay, and who knows, maybe you'll find me a capable farm hand," he retorts, flicking his hair out of his face.

One of Geralt's eyebrows slowly raises, doubtful. "Hm," is all the provides in response.

notes: I feel like this is only my most popular because it's my oldest (that's still in existence) and I was posting it at the height of The Witcher fandom's burst in popularity because of the Netflix show's first season. I don't think it's... good? It's fine. But it's what got me back into writing, since the response was so positive.

2. Don't Want Your Heart (Between My Teeth)

Karl Heisenberg/Reader | 53,354 | E | Graphic Depictions of Violence

You have a regular customer at the cafe you work at: and old man named Heisenberg, a mouthy charmer who takes way too much sugar in his coffee. He mocks your poor Romanian and looks scruffy as hell, leading you to believe he's just a down-on-his-luck vagrant that's taken a liking to you. But you learn there's much more to him after you "rescue" him from being mugged, like how good he looks once he's tidied himself up a bit, and also... he had the power to control metal? What the fuck.

Alternate title: Karl Heisenberg Deserves a Vacation.

Our metal bastard man (affectionate) managed to slip out of the village, and out of Mother Miranda's grasp, about a decade before the events of RE8. He planned to make the most of it before she tracked him down again and found himself wandering the streets of Bucharest before you (fem!reader) take him in, much to his reluctance.

notes: The longest thing I've ever written. How I churned this out in two months (holy shit) I have no fucken clue. I'm still kinda proud of this, though I wish I'd planned it out better, and I won't forget it for the friends it brought me.

3. Boys Don't Cry

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 5,124 | T+ | No Archive Warnings Apply

Dustin, having called shotgun, sighed and went on a rant about Will and Jonathan's shared tastes in melodramatic music, completely oblivious to Steve's sudden change in mood, for which he's grateful. Steve had taken to keeping a few cassettes in his car for the kids so they'd stop complaining about him just listening to the radio, and though it meant working out a system so no one complained - loudly - about playing favourites, he was at least glad to have something around for them. like the radio, he'd just tune it out, not bother to listen to the lyrics. But this.

But I just keep on laughing

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

---

Steve listens to a cassette from Will, and the lyrics hit him harder than he woud've expected. Finally, he lets himself feel everything he's bottled up from the past four years of horrors, and makes a big change that he needs a little help fixing up.

notes: My most recently posted fic, at least on ao3. This is my foray into punk!Steve, and I do mean to write more (I have a few wips in the works for it). I think it's very melodramatic but cute, so long as you don't mind the song lyrics being in the fic itself.

Also, jesus christ, my summaries are Not Short.

tagging: @hell-on-training-wheels because I know for sure you have a plethora of fics!

#tag game

0 notes

hopelesshawks · 2 years

Text

Companionship XP Part 27- Calming

18+ Kaminari Denki x fem!reader quirkless, streamer au

Summary: The decision to start a youtube channel was a spur of the moment thing. Sure you’d watched your friends have great success with their own channels, but when you uploaded your first video playing Genshin you never would have guessed it would take off the way it did. You’re perfectly content with the community you’ve built but if there’s one thing you’ve been missing, it’s someone to co-op with. When Mina offers to link you up with one of her old friends with his own channel, you just hope he won’t be too obnoxious. Enter Kaminari Denki. He’s definitely obnoxious, but he’s also so much more.

Masterlist Help Lulu <3

You must have checked every little bit of your outfit and overall appearance a million times as you waited for Denki to come pick you up. He’d been sweet about making sure you were comfortable with him coming to your house, offering to just send you his own address so you could come to him if you didn’t want him knowing where you live just yet. You swear he’s even more cautious about preserving your secret identity than you are.

It’s a very welcome change of pace.

When the time comes to buzz him into your building your heart practically pounds in your chest. Do you really look ok? Are you too casual? Too formal? Will seeing him in person be different than seeing him over facetime? Oh my god this is the first time you’re seeing him in person. How had that not hit you sooner?

There’s a knock on your door and you open it embarrassingly quickly.

Denki looks unfairly attractive.

He’s taller than you expected him to be and he looks solid. You suppose that there’s no way he could be best friends with Red Riot and not be in great shape but still, he’s got a surprising amount of lean muscle that fills out the white tee and black leather jacket he’s wearing really nicely. His black jeans hug his legs perfectly and the asshole had even worn a black choker because apparently he has no respect for your sanity. You’d be embarrassed about how blatantly you’re checking him out except he seems to be doing the same to you. It eases some of your nerves to know you’re not the only one affected.

“Wow… You look… wow,” Denki says almost dazedly.

“I could say the same to you,” you chuckle.

He shakes his head to force himself to refocus and then gives you a sheepish smile as he slides up next to you and offers you his arm.

“Well our chariot awaits Princess. Shall we be off?”

“We shall. Lead the way.”

When you descend to the street level you’re surprised to find that Denki drives an all black classic car. You half expected something brand new with a bright, flashy color. You don’t know much about cars but it looks pretty sleek and the vintage car feels fitting for a drive-in movie date.

“It’s a 1969 Mustang Boss 429. First thing I got when I started getting big paychecks from streaming. Restored it myself and everything,” he tells you proudly with a bright grin.

“I don’t know shit about cars but that sounds awesome and also incredibly difficult?” you ask as he escorts you to the car and opens the door for you.

“Yeaaa, it took awhile but it’s worth it!”

The interior has also been nicely restored, with leather seats and a cassette to lightning cable adapter so he can still plug his phone in. He encourages you to plug yours in as he pulls out of where he parked in front of your building and navigates onto the road. Before long you’ve got one of your favorite playlists floating through the car, a perfect soundtrack for the drive. Denki looks completely relaxed behind the wheel, settled in a way he usually isn’t. He’s got one hand on the stick shift, changing gears with an effortlessness indicative of years of experience. His other hand is wrapped around the steering wheel, long fingers curled around the leather, occasionally tapping out the beat of whatever song is playing.

“You really love driving don’t you?” you ask, a soft smile playing over your lips as you continue to watch him.

He nods, his smile absolutely radiant.

“I’ve never been any good at meditation but driving is my version of it I think. I don’t know just something about it is… calming,” he explains.

As the music continues to float through the car you think you understand what he means. As excited as you are for the movie, you also would be content to spend the whole night just like this. You, Denki, a good soundtrack, and the open road. What more could you possibly need?

A/N: For those curious this picture is what I imagined Denki's car to look like. I'm not super into cars but I really love driving, I find it super relaxing when the roads aren't super trafficy so this 100% is me projecting that onto Denki lmao. Apparently casette players actually weren't standard in cars until the 1970s? But whatever we'll just say it's the one inaccurate thing Denki put into the car while restoring it or sth 🥴

Taglist: @hutaoscoffinn @hhawkz @touyasdoll @pillboxmb @hoobish @fandomsgotmefucked @buckybearbabe98 @lovemegood @articmace

#hopelesscx #denki x reader #denki x y/n #denki x fem!reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari x y/n #kaminari x fem!reader #denki kaminari x y/n #denki kaminari x fem!reader #denki kaminari x reader

67 notes · View notes